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Kaiser, Kaiser, Kaiser.
Ness liked Kaiser.
His emperor, his executioner, his worst nightmare.
He liked him so much that sometimes all he wanted to do is to crawl under his skin and eat him alive from the inside. He wanted to swallow him whole so no one else would ever be able to look at him, to witness his sheer beauty. He loved him to death. And not even death would be able to keep him from pursuing his jewel.
Sometimes, Ness felt like a roach next to Kaiser's shining presence. He was just his lap dog after all, licking at his boots in devotion and bending over backwards for just the slightest crumbs of affection he might receive if he behaves well.
It was tiring. Oh, so tiring.
But Kaiser was worth it. And oddly enough, Ness liked the pain. He loved it, to be exact. He loved the biting, the bleeding, the sheer amounts of torture he got put through every single day. He loved their passionate nights together which usually ended with him crying his eyes out, begging the other to stay and Kaiser looking at him in sheer disgust before leaving anyway. Ness knew that he most likely wouldn't ever love him back. But he didn't mind.
Germany's ace rarely ever showed him any mercy. But when he did, he was gentle with it. Ness lived for the soft moments they shared, the moments in which Kaiser stroked his cheek in awe instead of wrapping his slender hands around his neck and not stopping until Ness was barely conscious. Those moments never lasted, of course. And they had completely disappeared since they had entered Blue Lock.
The day Kaiser's obsession with Isagi Yoichi started was the day that everything went downhill.
Had their relationship been a toxic mess before, now it was just...brutal.
Kaiser had always been seeing other people at the sides. The blonde enjoyed getting laid way too much to refrain from doing so. Ness wasn't enough. He never was and never would be. It was his fault after all. It was his own fault for having such a weak body that couldn't handle everything that Kaiser demanded of him - for having such a weak mind that he couldn't help but get upset at times which lead to the other getting annoyed.
And he despised those facts. Just the thought of someone else touching his precious emperor filled him with unbelievable rage.
It was a full moon, white light shining through the curtains and illuminating the bedroom just enough for Ness to make out the rough shapes of his surroundings. Kaiser's bedroom was as luxurious as one would expect of someone like him, and Ness knew it like the back of his hand. He knew his way around the whole house to be exact, every single inch was familiar to him after all the time he had spent here over the years.
A soft breeze swept through the tilted windows, creeping its way into the room, and making the boy shiver. His heart was pumping in his chest like crazy, his head felt fuzzy, and his hands kept shaking.
Kaiser was beautiful while sleeping, a real feast for Ness' eyes. There was something incredibly vulnerable and innocent in the way he was holding onto his pillow, his arms curled around it like the touch was bringing him comfort.
He was laying on his side, wearing nothing but a pair of boxers, the soft blanket tangled around his spread legs. Kaiser's mouth was slightly open, the messy hair that had fallen into his face moved softly as he in - and exhaled, steadily. The moonlight made his skin look even paler than it already was, making it seem like glass that would break at the slightest touch.
Ness' eyes darted over his sleeping body, treasuring every inch. With a hungry gaze he followed the motions of Kaiser's rose tattoo. There had never been a day where this silly piece of ink didn't have him going crazy for his lover. The harsh thorns were complimenting the other's tone so well - the way they were curling around his arm and shoulder were pure perfection. The cherry on top had always been the neck area though, it made Ness want to sink his teeth into the sensitive skin, ripping it open mercilessly while listening to Kaiser's whining.
There was no doubt in his mind that if angels were real, they would look exactly like Michael fucking Kaiser.
Ness could feel a familiar heat rising between his legs and he winced. Just looking at his emperor made him weak.
Sometimes he wished Kaiser would never wake up, that he would always be like this - beautiful, but quiet. Whenever he slept, there was peace. There were times Ness would curl up next to him, burying his face into the other's bare chest and listening to his heartbeat.
Those were the moments where he got to remind himself that Kaiser had a heart, after all. The moments in which he felt safe. Not one mean word would be thrown Ness' way, no hand would pull on his hair until his scalp felt like it would bleed. It was different. A different kind of love, a more passive, gentle one.
Ness wondered, what would happen if he killed Kaiser right here and now...if this could make this rare, soft type of love last forever. This had been the thought that had led him into this room in the first place. It had been eating away at him ever since that night in which Kaiser wouldn't stop watching Isagi's plays on the big screen and had disrespected Ness over it.
That was the moment he had realised that his days were limited. The moment Kaiser would eventually get bored of him was inching closer and closer - and there was nothing Ness feared more than being replaced. He only lived because Kaiser allowed him to live, his mere presence was all that Ness needed to survive. Without him, his life would fall apart without a doubt. It would send him spiralling again, just like he used to do before he and Kaiser met years and years ago. But this time he wouldn't bounce back. This time he was most certain that he would end his miserable life before someone else could.
I can't let anyone else have him. He's mine. Only mine.
Suddenly, Ness got aware of what exactly he was doing right now. Standing in his lover's room like a fucking creep, being rock - hard, and having a kitchen knife in his hands.
God, he almost forgot about the knife.
Where did I get that thing from again? How did I even get in here?
A faint memory crept into his mind, of him opening the door of the apartment with the secondary key Kaiser had gifted him a while ago, then making his way over to the kitchen and taking a knife out of the cupboard. Afterwards, he had snuck into the bedroom. His mind must have blended it out somehow, like it was subconsciously trying to hinder him from doing anything that he would regret. Fear crawled into his mind.
Did...did I actually intend on killing Kaiser? Like...actually?
Sometimes Ness would just forget things he had done. Mostly small things, like things he had said during an argument for example. Other times it would be simple instructions Kaiser gave to him which would result in him being punished for messing up. It was strange.
I feel like I'm losing myself.
Ness swallowed, a quiet sob escaping his throat. He stumbled backwards, lips trembling with the sudden urge to break down and cry. The sheer embarrassment that overcame him made his knees give in. Losing any caution for a moment, he accidently let his back fall against the wall, a squeak escaping his lips as he felt the cold sensation through his shirt. He immediately bit his tongue in an attempt to conceal the noise, but it was too late.
The bedsheets rustled, a soft groan echoing through the room. Ness was too scared to move so he just stood there, staring while holding his breath.
Maybe he'll fall asleep again and I can just l -
"Wha -," Kaiser's voice was raspy and deep as he sat up in bed, resting his body weight on his elbows. Piercing blue eyes were squinting at Ness, blonde locks softly falling around the shoulders of Germany's ace, making the blue highlights shine in the moonlight. He cocked his head to the side a bit, hair falling back and exposing his bare neck and the top end of his tattoo.
Ness immediately felt his cheeks heating up again. His hands still clutching onto the knife, he couldn't help but keep quiet. He wanted to speak but his throat felt completely closed off, letting nothing but a pathetic whine escape.
Kaiser's expression immediately changed from confusion to mild annoyance as he came to.
"Ness?" he mumbled, already getting close to a sharp tone, "The fuck are you doing here?" He raised an eyebrow, obviously demanding an answer. His eyes darted to the knife in Ness' hand. With a smug smile, he let out a sigh.
"What are you gonna use that for, huh?"
"I - I...," Ness began, but under Kaiser's gaze, he found himself squirming like a pig, ready to be slaughtered. He looked around in panic, tears forming in the corners of his eyes.
"You're embarrassing yourself, Alexis. Put that knife back where it belongs and then get out. I'm not in the mood for your games tonight. Just because I gave you a key doesn't mean you can go in and out of my home as you please," Kaiser scoffed with a lazy hand motion. He yawned and ruffled through his hair.
The sudden use of his first name in such a condescending way made Ness almost drop to the floor. Kaiser's eyes were dead. He was looking at Ness like he was some type of animal. Like he was nothing more but some stupid toy he had gotten bored of playing with.
The fear in Ness' heart turned into something else as the realisation hit him. The migraine that had been bothering him all day seemed to reach and all time high as he bit down on his bottom lip until blood was running down his chin. His blood was pumping through his veins, the ringing in his ears got louder and louder.
The unbearable rage was back.
He wants to replace me. He wants to -
"Don't....don't leave me," he whimpered, his eyes filling with tears. Before Kaiser could react, he was holding up his hand and putting the knife right to his left wrist. Ness' body seemed to move on its own out of pure instinct. The cold metal against his skin made him gasp. A quick vision crossed his mind, of Kaiser getting up from the bed in a hurry, running over to him and taking the weapon out of his hand, apologising and -
But Kaiser barely reacted. He just sat there, like a merciless prince on his throne. The emotional distance between them was terrifying. "Ness," he said slowly, like he was talking to a stubborn child, "Put it down. We both know you're too much of a coward to actually hurt yourself."
The pure boredom in Kaiser's expression made Ness' heart shatter into a million pieces. He flinched as he slowly started to apply pressure onto his wrist. The blade sank into his soft skin, just a tiny bit. Red drops started to form at the edges and Ness watched in terror. What am I even doing?
"Alexis." Kaiser's face was just a blur through the tears and adrenalin that made Ness feel like he was high on drugs.
"Is it because of the fight we had yesterday?" the blonde asked, sounding mildly interested, "I thought you agreed to discuss that another day. I for sure won't talk that through with you at 2 am in the morning."
Ness couldn't keep his eyes of the other's neck area, the way the tips of Kaiser's shorter hairs straddled the pale skin...he wanted to ruin its beauty, to bury the blade of his knife deep inside the flesh -
"You look like a creep, Ness. Stop it. I'm tired. Get out."
With those words, Kaiser motioned to the door for a last time before lowering himself on the bed again, obviously in an effort of continuing his sleep.
He's leaving me!
"Don't!" Ness blurted out, his hands going limp which resulted in the knife slipping out of his hold and landing on the floor with an uncomfortable metal noise, sweet, red droplets scattering around it. Thankfully, he didn't cut too deep, nothing more than surface level. Still, he was bleeding. While trying to wipe his tears, he accidently used his left hand, smearing red all over his face. The sudden taste of metal made him gag.
Images were running through his mind. Images, no memories of Isagi and Kaiser interacting. The rivalry they shared on field, the way Kaiser would touch Isagi whenever he had the chance to. Kaiser's fingers stroking the other's cheek while shooting him a cocky smile, his eyes filled with passion.
Kaiser loved the chase. He always did. And Ness just wasn't worth chasing after. Isagi Yoichi was. After all, Ness rarely ever resisted the other's advances. Whenever he tried to, thinking this would bring his lover closer to him, Kaiser would abuse him for it. The fights Ness tried to put up just didn't come natural and Kaiser saw right through him every single time.
I feel like he genuinely likes to hurt others. As soon as he realises that I enjoy what he's doing to me too much, he gets turned off. There is something incredibly sinister about the way Michael Kaiser perceives love.
Isagi Yoichi was a price that Kaiser desperately fought for, that he wanted to claim. Alexis Ness was barely more than a toy he liked to play with. Whenever Isagi voiced his opinion, Kaiser would fume over it in excitement but when Ness would try to communicate his needs he was being "a bother". Ness was tired. Tired of fighting for this twisted relationship.
Just please...make it stop.
"Why...why can't you just love me back, Michael?" he whimpered, trembling. Acting on an impulse, he lunged himself forward onto the bed, hitting his knee on the frame in return. It hurt like hell, but it didn't matter.
He's the only one that matters.
"Ness, stop! Don't you dare to get your filthy blood on - ," Kaiser began but his sentence ended in a muffled sound as Ness got on top of him, making their lips meet in a desperate kiss. The midfielder leaned his whole body into the motion, pinning Kaiser down onto the mattress while moving his knee between the other's legs and applying pressure to his crotch. The blonde immediately arched his back in an involuntary reaction. His tattooed left hand made its way up Ness' neck, pulling him even closer.
Ness couldn't help but moan into the other's mouth as the other's fingers slowly caressed his skull just to grab a handful of his magenta hair and mercilessly pull on it. The motion forced their faces apart, leaving him feeling hungry for more.
"Michael...," he pleaded.
Kaiser's blue eyes were only inches away, burning into his soul. His face was that of an angel, no doubt. The soft features that had rough edges at the exact right places, framed by golden and cyan locks. Ness' gaze got captivated by the sight of his oh - so - inviting lips, by the blood on the corner of his perfect mouth.
My blood.
For some reason the mere thought of his vital fluid on his lover's face turned him on even more. In an attempt to release that aching feeling, he moved his hips closer, slightly grinding on Kaiser's lower body. The grip in his hair got stronger, making Ness gasp in pain.
"What do you think you're doing?"
Kaiser's voice was barely more than a snarl. His stone-cold demeanour didn't change even though his cheeks were flushed red, and his chest was moving with every short, sharp breath he took.
"Who do you think you are, attacking me like that?" he asked, a slight threat in his's tone. Ness swallowed; his whole body was tense. The uncomfortable position he was in made him want to act up. He wanted to get out of Kaiser's grasp, to pin his love's wrists to the bed with one hand while the other would close around his pale throat. He wanted to fuck him senselessly until there was no more doubt on who he belonged to.
I won't ever let him leave. I can't let anyone else have him.
"I won't let you leave me," Ness stated, shaking. He tried to lean in for another kiss, but Kaiser was still holding him back; restricting him from getting what he wanted. Ness whined in frustration and couldn't help but notice how the other smirked at the sight of him struggling.
Kaiser put a finger to Ness' trembling lips, caressing them slowly before softly stroking over his cheek. The other leaned into the touch like he was starving which made Kaiser chuckle: "You're desperate. How pathetic. Getting hard by simply looking at me while I sleep. You're such a freak."
With a click of his tongue, he brought his now blood-stained hand to his own lips, licking off the fluid while holding eye contact.
"How is it?" Ness burst out, panting.
"Rotten, just like you," Kaiser said.
That was it. That was the probably hottest answer he could have given. It made Ness go absolutely feral. He pushed himself forward once more and to his surprise, Kaiser let him go.
Their lips collided again as Ness avidly forced his tongue into the other's mouth. Now it was his turn to grab Kaiser by the hair, leaving him no room to escape Ness' advances. And Kaiser loved it - evident by his growing erection which Ness felt through the thin fabric of their clothes.
He let out a low groan as the midfielder went from caressing his lips to kissing his way down to his collarbone, softly biting into the sensitive skin. In these moments, Ness wanted to eat Kaiser alive, to taste his sweet flesh while the ace trembled underneath him. Corrupted by his thoughts he bit down harder, actually drawing blood this time. Kaiser twitched as he felt the unexpected sting of pain. Ness could feel his muscles flexing as he instinctively tried to free himself from his grip.
"God damn it, Ness!" he yelped, his voice breaking in pleasure as the other started to move his tongue around the wound, licking away at the small amount of fluid that came out.
Ness couldn't believe his luck tonight. It was not his first time dominating Kaiser, no. They tended to switch most of the time, since Kaiser loved taking the lead as much as he liked to give it to someone else. It was rather rare that he let Ness do all the things he wanted to do though, more so he enjoyed having him on a metaphorical leash even when the roles were reversed.
This time, it was different. This time Ness wouldn't leave him a choice. He was going to claim him tonight, to swallow him whole.
Kaiser mumbled something incomprehensible, his words getting overshadowed by the lustful noises leaving his mouth while Ness was kissing and licking his way down his bare chest, one hand still in his hair, the other one on his hip.
He was going at a slow pace, making sure to leave as many marks behind as possible. Kaiser was his and his only. Germany's ace was melting under his touch, barely able to stay still as Ness' tongue kept caressing his sensitive skin and twirling around his nipples while leaving faint red lines behind.
The midfielder was losing himself in the sensation as well - just listening to Kaiser enjoying himself made the butterflies in his stomach almost explode. The heat between his legs was getting almost unbearable, he could feel a bit of precum leaking out. Ness was still wearing his clothes after all, there was still so much fabric keeping them apart from each other.
He felt a soft, pleading touch at the top of his head and looked up to the beautiful sight of Kaiser meeting his gaze with those blue, piercing eyes. Seeing just with how much lust they were filled right now made Ness moan involuntarily, his grip becoming even more stronger than before.
Kaiser was still keeping it together rather well. Even though his body was betraying and reacting to Ness' touches, his face had that same smug expression he wore on the daily. If Ness wouldn't be restricting his movements, this would be the moment where he would tilt his head and raise an eyebrow at his lover. An expression that said 'this is all you got? Pathetic.'.
Instead, he spoke. And each and every single word made Ness shiver.
"You want to hurt me so bad, hm? At least do it properly," he said, looking down at the other under those long eyelashes.
Fuck, those long lashes.
Ness mouth went dry, his head felt like it was spinning.
He's asking me to...to -
His inner struggle had most likely been displayed clearly on his face since Kaiser chuckled in amusement, moving his tattooed hand to softly stroke Ness' cheek.
"I'm talking about the knife, idiot. I want you to cut me, Alexis," he uttered.
In this moment, Michael Kaiser was the embodiment of the word 'sin'. His merely parted lips, the few strands of hair falling into his eyes, the blush on his cheeks and the marks on his neck - Ness felt like a rabid dog that was going feral, pulling at its leash in sheer madness.
"I - ," he began but his words were cut off by Kaiser's thumb caressing the corner of his mouth.
"Not finishing what you started, Ness? Sounds just like you, I must admit," the ace teased with a look of pity on his face. Those words cut into Ness' heart with force.
"D - don't tell me what to do!" he burst out, tugging on Kaiser's hair so violently that his emperor twitched in pain, a surprised whimper escaping his throat which was music to Ness' ears. Good. He let go of him in an instant which led to a sharp hiss from Kaiser as he sat up in his newfound freedom.
Ness got off the bed in an effort to get onto the ground and look for the kitchen knife he had dropped earlier. His legs were shaking, and his semi - wet underwear was getting more and more uncomfortable with the second.
"You better take that shit off before I rip it off your body," he heard Kaiser snarl. Ness didn't want to obey him once more, so he just stepped back to the bed - the knife in his hands, still slightly stained with his blood.
He turned it in his fingers, fascinated by the way it reflected the moonlight off its blade. His lips parted, thoughts running through his mind. His instinct was to ask for permission once more, to beg for Kaiser's love on his knees. But he fought that urge.
Instead, he was eyeing his prey while tilting his head, slowly. Ness lowered himself on the bed again, scooting over to Kaiser who - for once - didn't say anything. He just held his gaze, studying every single move. He sat on the bed, his body resting on his hands that were positioned behind his back.
'What are you waiting for?' his expression said. Ness couldn't help but stare at him. Stare at the bite wound in the left lower half of his neck and the faint red lines that trailed around it. Just looking at all the marks he had left on the pale skin made him lick his lips in anticipation. No doubt those would last for some time. The thought of their teammates catching a glimpse of his marks of ownership made Ness feel dizzy.
"You look like you want to eat me," Kaiser observed, his voice raw and heavy with lust, "Why don't you try?"
Ness whimpered, inching closer. He didn't know what he was so scared off. Rejection? Punishment?
Or maybe, maybe he feared himself. Of what he wanted to do to Kaiser. Of the fact that Kaiser new exactly what he desired and teased him with it.
Even now, he's still finding ways to torment me.
"Stop looking down on me!" Ness snapped, clutching onto the knife until his knuckles turned white due to the pressure he was applying. I won't let him treat me like this, I will show him -
"Or what? Tell me, what are you going to do to me, Alexis? I want to hear it."
In this moment, all Ness wanted to do was to finally wipe that amused expression of Kaiser's stupidly handsome face. With a firm motion he leaned forward and grabbed the blonde by his chin to pull him into another kiss.
Meanwhile, he pushed Kaiser backwards roughly, guiding him until his bare back hit the bed frame where it met the wall. The blonde moaned into the kiss, wincing as Ness bit down on his bottom lip. It was weirdly ironic how Kaiser would go out of his way to call him 'pathetic' - meanwhile he was the one who was arching his back now, pushing his hips forward like a needy whore. Ness liked that.
He broke their connection after a few heartbeats, pulling away while letting his left hand wander to Kaiser's throat. He didn't apply any much pressure yet, he just let it rest there.
At this point, he was sitting on the other's lap, feeling Kaiser's hardening cock on his inner thigh. He had no intent of touching him there, though - not yet. Ness was going to take his sweet time tonight. Slowly, he raised the knife that he was still holding in his left hand. It wasn't the biggest one out of the collection, just about fifteen centimetres. But it was sharp. Deadly.
Kaiser hissed through his teeth as the cold metal touched him. Ness wasn't hurting him yet. Instead, he was dragging the blade over the thin skin right under his collar bones without applying pressure.
He couldn't help but grin in sadism at the way the ace reacted. The sheer amount of power he held over him right here, right now - it was amazing, a dream come true. Just a tiny pinch and Kaiser would bleed.
The blonde didn't dare to move an inch, but a slight smile was curling around his lips. Ness noticed that his head was slightly tilted sideways as if he was trying to disassociate. His breath was short and sharp. Maybe Michael Kaiser wasn't as fearless as he always liked to put it.
With a wide grin on his face, Ness used the hand he had at his throat to grab his chin, forcing the ace to look at him again.
"Don't look away now. I want you to see what I'm gonna do," he whispered.
With these words, Ness started to tighten the grip around his neck. The blonde gasped, his head getting pressed down against the bedframe with no room to move.
"Ness, wait - ah!"
He couldn't do anything but watch as Ness cut into him. Just a tiny bit into his chest, near his sternum. Kaiser flinched at the pain, immediately trying to free himself from Ness' grip to no avail. The midfielder teased him by making the knife travel across his muscles before making another cut dangerously near to his neck area.
"Fuck!" Kaiser burst out, gasping for air. Tears were forming at the corners of his eyes, his hands gripping onto the sheets. Ness licked his lips, admiring the sight in front of him. With hungry eyes he gazed upon the blood that was now traveling down Kaiser's chest. The cuts weren't dangerously deep, but deep enough to make it bleed.
"Michael...you're so beautiful," Ness sighed with a long, relaxing exhale. He was filled with love to the brim, his heart felt like it was about to burst. All fear was gone. He was content. Well, not yet. But he knew he would be.
He put the knife down onto the soft surface next to him before taking his now empty hand to rest it at Kaiser's hip. The ace shivered at the touch, groaning in displeasure as all Ness did was play with the waistband of his boxers, teasing it down a bit.
He was so desperate to be touched that Ness couldn't help but giggle to himself. Then he leaned forward, tightening his grip before he lowered his head to lick up the blood that was slowly dripping down Kaiser's chest. It tasted so fucking good.
The bitter note felt sweet in Ness' mouth as he completely lost himself in the moment. Kaiser tried to conceal his moans by biting down on his bottom lip. It was obvious he didn't want to give his 'pathetic lapdog' the satisfaction of knowing how much he enjoyed the scene. Not yet.
Unfortunate for him, the other could easily see through his charade - after all, his body was twitching and stuttering with every single stroke of Ness' tongue, each suppressed noise making him tremble even more.
In the end, Kaiser doesn't stand a chance against me. I'm the only one who can make him weak.
Michael Kaiser was defenceless. And he hated how much he enjoyed it. It hadn't been on his to - do list to get railed tonight but...well, things change. He hadn't expected Ness to take it this far but he for sure wasn't complaining now. At least his body wasn't. His mind was still hesitant to fully give in.
The sadist in him didn't want to take it easy on Ness. He wanted to make him squirm, to make him struggle. It's what he enjoyed most, after all - to torment his little toy, to cut away at his wings until one day, Alexis Ness would be nothing but a broken shell.
He was annoying. But God, he was a beast in bed. There was something seriously wrong with him, and Kaiser wasn't entirely sure if he had been the one who fully pushed him over the edge.
Ness was a jealous bitch, always creeping around. Kaiser liked to pretend he didn't know how much his ( mostly ) intimate relations were bothering his little stalker. Secretly, he absolutely enjoyed it though. The sheer emotions on Ness' face alone made it worth it. The poor little thing was terrible at hiding how deeply he felt, how much things were getting to him.
He's the perfect accessory. Easy to have fun with, but very fucking hard to get rid of. No matter how much I torture him, he won't leave. I know he won't. He can't.
He loves me.
Right now, Kaiser could physically see how much this love was devouring Ness. The sheer possessiveness that he conveyed through every single one of his touches made the butterflies in his stomach rise. It was...thrilling. Not enough to make him worthy of love but at least he would be a good fuck. He usually was, after all.
Earlier, when he had woken up to the sight of Ness standing next to his bed, knife in hand, there had been no doubt in Kaiser's mind that this was just another one of his silly little games. One of those times, where he would threaten his emperor out of impulse before breaking down in tears and mumbling apologies.
Maybe, this time, Kaiser had been the one who took it too far. Most likely, he was going to get hurt this time - really bad. For once, Ness' love was a real threat to him, a deadly blade that was at his neck - ready to make the final cut...literally! And for some reason, that was really fucking hot to think about.
Just now, Kaiser was overwhelmed with the sheer sensations he was experiencing. His chest felt like it was in flames. The cuts Ness had made earlier hurt which was just getting fuelled even more by the other nibbling away at the wounds.
Ness tongue was merciless, caressing his skin at such a slow pace that it was pure torture. And it felt good. Kaiser found himself at the other's mercy, moaning like an idiot at every single touch. He wouldn't be able to break free, even if he tried to.
After all, Ness was a strong guy. When compared, his smaller statue was much more muscular than the ace's. Right now, those strong arms were holding him down, leaving him barely any room to move.
The way Ness was gripping onto his hip was painful in its own - at this point there was no denying that it would leave a mark. The other hand tightening around his throat, making his field of view get blurry due to the lack of oxygen. Kaiser's hands were useless, just grabbing onto the sheets in a desperate attempt of support.
And that Bastard didn't even touch my dick yet -
God, it hurt. Everything hurt.
"Ness...I'm getting dizzy for fucks sake," he uttered, gasping for air.
Fuck, I feel like I'm gonna pass out -
"Oh, is that so?" Ness teased. Kaiser couldn't do anything but watch through tears as the midfielder took another mouthful of red but without swallowing this time. Instead, he pressed his lips onto Kaiser's, forcing him to taste his own blood. Filthy.
The ace tensed up at first, but feeling the grip on his neck loosen, he relaxed. The metal taste felt strange, unfamiliar. Ness kept toying with him, his tongue caressing the inside of his mouth in a surprisingly dominant manner. He was claiming him, eating away at him with each and every one of his kisses.
"Michael, Michael, Michael..."
Ness kept repeating his first name in between, his soft whines and sighs sending chills down Kaiser's spine. Suddenly he felt the blade again, making another cut. This time Ness had positioned it barely underneath his suprasternal notch, slowly dragging it downwards.
The pain was terribly sweet, a sudden stinging sensation that kept increasing with each stuttering breath Kaiser took. His low cries of pain and pleasure got muffled by Ness forcing his tongue even deeper into his mouth. The fact that only one wrong move was enough to seriously injure him filled Kaiser with undeniable arousal. He felt hot and heavy, his heart beating fast in his chest, making the adrenalin pump through his veins at high speed. Ness was still dragging the blade across his chest, the warm sensation of blood dripping out made Kaiser gasp.
Is he not going to stop? God, that bitch is really pushing it.
"Ness," he breathed in between kisses, raising his hands just enough so he could press against the other's shoulder to make some space, "You're gonna leave scars you god damn idiot - "
He winced as Ness stopped moving, just holding the blade in place, slightly digging deeper into his skin. Magenta eyes snapped up at Kaiser, darkened with lust.
He couldn't help but notice just how beautiful Ness was. It's not like this was his first time noticing that, of course not. Every time he laid eyes on his lover, he got struck by...how pretty he was.
Alexis Ness was a stunning guy, there was no doubt in that. His appearance and mannerisms had such an innocence to them that it was alluring. But once you took a close look, the facade was breaking away, revealing just how sick and twisted he really was.
It was tiny things that proved the way Ness carried himself lies - for example, the way his wide smile would rarely ever reach his eyes if you dared to pay enough attention to that. Kaiser never failed to notice the tiny half - moon shaped wounds on the inside of his palms which he frequently had from digging his nails into his hands until they almost bled. Or the way he would conceal his anger by moving around in discomfort, the way the outer corners of his mouth would twitch whenever he was upset.
It was like he was made to be teased. There was rarely something that Kaiser enjoyed as much as pushing Ness' limits. Making the midfielder act out in frustration was a truly amazing sight. Kaiser would give him crumbs of affection whenever he felt like it, just to withdraw them again moments later. He knew exactly how Ness reacted to different treatments, how well he would beg on his knees. Kaiser loved to see him beg for his touch.
It's a guilty pleasure, I must admit.
Right now, Ness looked like a creature from hell. His pupils were wide, his gaze hungry and focused on Kaiser's kiss - swollen lips. Sweat shimmered on his skin, the dark locks of his hair curling around his flushed face.
The soft outline of his nose threw a shadow in an aesthetic manner, the moonlight highlighting the left side of his head, gently. There was blood smeared across his face, especially around his mouth area, his teeth shining pink as he smiled. Kaiser noticed the freckles spread across his cheeks, the long eye lashes that tended to touch his skin softly whenever he lowered his gaze.
Ness was still wearing his clothes, his plain shirt - long stained and wet. Kaiser's gaze travelled downwards, stopping at the big bulge in the midfielder's pants. The fabric wasn't concealing anything at this point, and Kaiser could feel himself inhaling sharply as his own cock twitched, accompanied by a shiver running down his spine. He wanted to be touched so desperately, he felt like he was losing his mind.
Ness noticed him staring but he didn't say anything. Instead, he just looked at him an anticipation as if he was waiting for something. For a few moments, there was silence between them, only broken by their each individual heavy breathing.
"Are you done yet?" Kaiser finally spoke, trying his best to maintain a steady voice.
Ness tilted his head: "With what?" The corners of his mouth tilted upwards, and Germany's ace felt himself getting impatient.
"Don't ask stupid questions, you freak" he snarled just to hiss through his teeth as he felt the stinging pain increasing before it eased. Ness had lowered the knife, making Kaiser sigh in relief.
The other carefully licked over the flat side of the blade one last time, groaning softly. He closed his eyes, like he was really taking in the moment. Then he tossed the object to the side - making it meet the floor with an unpleasant noise - before bringing his attention back to Kaiser again.
The ace felt his throat go dry as he felt Ness' hands on his thighs. In this moment he was most certain that he wouldn't be able to walk tomorrow.
And he was aching for it.
He wanted Ness' massive cock to absolutely wreck his insides.
"Remember. You asked for it," Ness purred before he let himself go.
The metaphorical leash, that Kaiser had put on him, snapped.