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Yushi isn't sure if he's dripping from sweat or the rain, the humid air cloying around him as he catches his breath. His hands slip from his knees the moment he tries to rest them there, so he pulls up his socks instead, streaked as they are with grass and chalk. It's hot, so hot despite the rain, and he isn't certain he can manage the certain thirty minutes of extra time currently facing them in this tense final.
They'd been one nil up from the first ten minutes until a mistake from their goalie had allowed the other team to equalise in the seventy-eighth minute. It's the type of mistake that doesn't matter if the other team aren't in the right place at the right time to capitalise on it - a silly failure to clear the ball after a save. Unfortunately for them, Oh Sion always seems to be in the right place at the right time.
Yushi's moment of recuperation ends as quickly as it started when his team regain possession, edging forward with small, safe passes until they reach the halfway line and kick it up a gear. An opposing midfielder attempts a tackle, but his target boots the ball up before he can get a foot on it. They both go down, but Yushi has no time to check if Daeyoung's okay - the ref hasn't blown the whistle and Daeyoung's pass was beautiful, landing the wet ball directly at Yushi's feet.
90:03 (+2)
Yushi turns, sprinting up the wing until someone gets in his way. He doesn't have to look up to know it's Sion as he bullies his way into Yushi's space, but Yushi pays him no mind. He turns his back to him, ignoring the way his ass ends up flush with Sion's crotch, and finally kicks the ball back between his legs with his heel.
It's a risky move that miraculously pays off when Sakuya materialises behind them to intercept the ball before it flies past him, and then it's back at Yushi's feet. And this time, there's no one to stop him as he takes control of it and runs.
He can hear a cacophony of shouts around him - from his team, from their team, from the thousands of fans in the stands around them. He focuses only on one voice - Riku, who's run ahead to the penalty box and is waiting for Yushi to get him the ball.
91:37 (+2)
Yushi kicks without hesitation, stumbling as a player careens into him from behind the second it leaves his foot. The ball is lost in a sea of red and white shirts for a moment, and Yushi joins the fray, ignoring the hand tugging at his own shirt. He's played this team enough times before to know how they roll. They want it to go to extra time, and beyond, because they know they can win on penalties - someone's even just been booked for time wasting.
Yushi can't let it go to penalties, not against Sion. His heart thuds hard in his chest as he glances towards the ref, waiting for the dreaded whistle that will seal their fate. Someone kicks the ball up high, and Sakuya leaps up to head it, crashing into an opponent but successfully sending the ball their way. A teammate kicks it back into the penalty box, and this time, Yushi's there. He heads it just before Sion's on him, right into the goalie's waiting hands but - it's wet. His gloves are slippery. The ball shoots out of his grasp at the same time Yushi slips from Sion's, and he boots it into the back of the net with such a force he's surprised it didn't tear through it.
92:43 (+2)
Yushi turns with a shout, and his teammates are on him within seconds, masking the roar from the crowd with their own shouts. The linesman's flag stays down by his side, and Yushi launches into his celebration. He loses count of how many of his teammates kiss him on the head and lift him up to spin in their arms, their celebrations only stopping when the ref calls for play to resume.
It's only a formality, of course. They're well into the ninety-fourth minute now, and with only two minutes of stoppage time originally given, they'll barely get a couple of passes in before the whistle is blown. Sure enough, Sion doesn't even get a touch before the ref calls it, and Yushi's entire team flood the pitch - the bench, managers, staff and all. He's at the centre of their celebrations as they congratulate each other, but he can't help the way his eyes wander towards the other team even as their celebration song starts to play.
Sion's sitting alone on the grass, his arms resting on his knees as he stares numbly towards the goal. Yushi's feet take him in his direction before his brain catches up, but he pauses before he reaches out for him, unsure if Sion will welcome his comfort.
They've played each other before, though nowhere near as many times as they played together as teammates all those years ago. It feels like another lifetime, now, not least of all because they've never actually sat down and had a discussion about… them.
Yushi and Sion were never just teammates. And now, they aren't just rivals.
Yushi reaches his hand out, settling it on Sion's shoulder as he crouches down beside him. Sion turns his head, and there's a split second after he looks at Yushi where they both freeze, and Yushi's heart sinks, thinking Sion's about to shrug him off.
Instead, Sion leans towards him, tears pricking at his eyes as he buries his head in Yushi's chest. Yushi hugs his head, sighing deeply.
None of the matches they'd played against each other had meant quite as much as this now they're both playing at their best, Sion in particular reaching the peak of his career. Yushi knows how devastated Sion must be feeling, not least of all because of just how close a call it was in the end.
"Go and celebrate," Sion says, pulling away to wipe his eyes roughly. He sniffs, glancing at Yushi. "Stop looking at me like that," he insists. "Go celebrate."
Yushi nods, fingers fiddling with the fabric of Sion's sleeve. "Can I… later?"
His heart races at his bold request, scared that Sion might say no. It's been months since they've seen each other. Even longer since they last…
"Yeah," Sion whispers. He cups his hand over his mouth so the cameras can't catch his next words. "Room six one four."
"Okay," Yushi breathes. "Bye."
Yushi stands, immediately catching the eye of Sakuya who raises a brow at Yushi's interaction with their opponent. Yushi's never told him exactly what his deal is with Sion - not that he'd know what to say - but he has a feeling the younger man already knows a little too much.
Yushi averts his gaze, rejoining the celebrations, but he can't get his mind to focus fully on his elation no matter how hard he tries. He feels like he's just going through the motions, forcing a smile and mouthing the words when they play their celebration songs over and over again back in the changing rooms.
He's happy, he really is, but knowing Sion is waiting for him in his hotel room makes it impossible to focus. Everything about Oh Sion makes it impossible for Yushi to focus - the way he looks, the way he talks, the way he plays.
Maybe it wouldn't be so bad, if only Yushi weren't painfully in love with him.
Yushi takes a deep breath as he approaches room 614 later that night. His veins are thrumming with nervous, excited energy, only exacerbated by the way he'd taken the time to open himself up around a plug for Sion before heading up.
The door flies open before he's even finished knocking, and Sion pulls him inside to press him up against the wood with his hands on his waist. He leans down, resting his forehead against Yushi's. Yushi brings his hands up to cradle his face, taking in the way Sion's jaw is clenched, his eyes screwed tight shut.
Yushi runs his thumbs over his cheeks, soothing him. His voice is gentle when he speaks, his breath warm against Sion's lips.
"How do you need it?"
Sion lets out a sigh. "Rough," he grits out. "I feel so… I'm so frustrated. I need to fuck it out."
Yushi nods against him. He'd been expecting that. Sion always gets so pent up after a loss. Even back when they played together, both mourning a defeat, Yushi would find himself bent over in Sion's hotel room, his ass and thighs spanked raw and stinging, his body littered with bites and bruises. It was always exactly what they both needed to get their frustration out. Sion would feel like he's regained control, and Yushi would feel taken apart and boneless beneath him.
It was always a contrast to their post-win celebrations, where they'd fuck for hours, staying up all night with grins on their faces. Those nights were always so passionate, both of them riding the high of their win. They'd giggle together and try positions they'd always been too nervous to ask for with anyone else. Sex against the window in a high rise, on the floor, in the shower, against the door - they've fucked everywhere you could possibly think to fuck in a hotel room. Those nights made it hard for Yushi to remember they're not… together.
Tonight is different. Tonight, Yushi's riding the winner's high, and Sion is absolutely crushed. Yushi's heart aches, wanting nothing more than for Sion to feel the happiness he feels from winning, for them to fall into each other and mess around for hours. But Sion is tense against him, and he knows that's not what he needs.
No matter how they label it, Yushi will always, always, give Sion what he needs.
"Take it," Yushi says. "I'll give it to you."
Sion nods, sighing shakily. That's when Yushi realises that Sion's in no state to take anything at all. His sexy, dominant side evades him easily where he's caught under the tide of his own sorrow, and it's up to Yushi to find it for him.
"Did you see my goal?" Yushi asks. It's a stupid question, one designed to rile Sion up. Yushi's transparent like that. It works anyway, and Sion's hands tighten around his waist.
Yushi leans his head back against the door, smirking cockily. "It was good, right? And in added time, too."
Sion's jaw ticks. His grip on Yushi's waist turns bruising, and Yushi bites back a moan, resisting the urge to cant his hips up against Sion's.
"You know what I think?" Yushi continues, almost breathless with excitement. Sion glares at him.
Yushi's heart hammers in his chest at his lack of verbal response. He tilts his chin up, looking at Sion through lidded eyes, and his voice is teasing when he speaks. "I think," he whispers, "you should have saved it."
Suddenly, Yushi finds himself spinning until his face is pressed against the door. Sion pins his wrists to his lower back with one hand, the other gripping his hair so tightly it makes Yushi's eyes prick with tears.
Yushi moans loudly, unashamedly wiggling his hips and arching his back until his ass is flush with Sion's growing erection.
"Are you trying to push my fucking buttons?" Sion asks, even though they both know the answer is yes.
Yushi shakes his head anyway, pushing his voice an octave higher to deny it. "No, no, 'm sorry," he whines. "I didn't mean to make you mad."
"Liar," Sion hisses. He fucks his hips forwards, the outline of his hard cock in his jeans pressing squarely against the buttplug. Yushi shudders. Fuck, he can't wait for Sion to discover it.
Sion leans forward, yanking Yushi's head back with the hand in his hair so that his lips brush Yushi's ear as he speaks. "What would your teammates think if they saw you under me like this?"
Yushi gasps, eyes slipping shut. "They'd think I'm a slut," he moans.
Sion releases his hold on Yushi to push him down to his knees. He unzips his jeans, shoving his hand under his boxers to palm himself to full hardness. Yushi looks up at him from under his eyelashes, letting his lips drop open. Sion groans at the sight, pulling his erection from his underwear to jerk himself properly.
"Gonna fuck your throat," Sion says gruffly, his hand making its way back to Yushi's messy hair. He pulls him forwards until his the head of his cock is resting on his lower lip. Yushi opens his mouth wider, letting his tongue loll out to lick around the tip, but Sion yanks his head back.
"I said," he grunts, holding his cock at the base, "I'm gonna fuck your throat." He pulls his cock to the side before slapping it across Yushi's cheek. Yushi gasps at the sting, eyes slipping shut as he tilts his head back and waits for Sion to feed him his cock.
Sion moans lowly as he presses inside Yushi's willing mouth, saliva pooling around his cock as Yushi fights the urge to swallow. He relaxes as best he can, brows pinching as he fights his gag reflex. It's been a while since he deepthroated Sion, and his nails dig into his thighs as he forcibly breathes through his nose.
"Fuck yes," Sion groans, the tip of his erection sinking into the confines of Yushi's tight throat. Yushi moans around him, opening his eyes just so he can see the way Sion's own face is tense with pleasure.
Slowly, Sion pulls out, and Yushi stays perfectly still as he presses back in. He slowly starts to pick up the pace, fucking Yushi's throat with short, desperate thrusts until Yushi's nose is running and tears are staining his cheeks.
He pulls out after a few more thrusts, yanking Yushi up by the armpits to push him back against the door. "Wanna- wanna fucking hear you," Sion moans, rutting his cock against Yushi's hip as he shoves his hands down his pyjamas to knead his ass.
Yushi whimpers, throat sore. "Will you fuck me?" he asks hoarsely, letting Sion grind his hips forward with his hands on his ass to meet his own sloppy thrusts.
"Yeah, yeah, fuck," Sion groans. His fingers wander to Yushi's hole, and Yushi can see the moment he feels the plug. "Fuck, you're so slutty," Sion whimpers, burying his head in Yushi's neck.
Yushi can see that he's already losing control. If he lets him spiral now, he'll be miserable later. He needs to rein him in, and luckily, he knows exactly how to do that.
"I wore it during the game," he lies. Sion's movements slow against him, so he continues. "Scored the winning goal with a plug in my ass, all stretched out," he grins.
"You're lying," Sion growls. Yushi shakes his head.
"I'm not," he insists. "Just ask-"
A hand over his mouth stops his sentence in its tracks.
"Don't you dare," Sion grits out. "Don't you fucking say his name when we're-"
"Riku," Yushi interrupts. Sion freezes, levelling Yushi with a look so cold he shivers. "Riku, Riku, Riku, Riku, Riku-"
Yushi shrieks when Sion pulls him over to the bed, shoving him down on it hard. He strips his clothes off so roughly his t-shirt rips, his cheeks flushed with anger, but it isn't until Yushi's on his back with his legs in the air, his ankles bundled together in one of Sion's big hands, that he knows for sure that he's been successful.
The first spank lands hard on Yushi's perineum and he squeals at the sting of it. He barely has a chance to recover before Sion's slapping him hard again, once to each of his ass cheeks.
"Say my name," Sion orders.
"Sion," Yushi moans instantly, fingers clutching at the duvet beneath him. "Sion, Sion, it hurts."
"Good," Sion sneers. The next few spanks rain down in quick succession, each of them just as hard as the previous, until Yushi's ass is red raw and numb from them. Yushi's sobbing by the time Sion finally relents, releasing his hold on his legs to turn him over onto his hands and shaky knees.
"Oh god," Yushi groans, voice muffled by the mattress as Sion runs his tongue up over his thighs to the red skin of his ass. "Sion, fuck."
The feeling of Sion's soft, wet tongue as he laves it over his sore skin is dizzying, and Yushi's thighs sink further apart of their own accord until his back is arched deliciously against the bed. His moan is high and sharp when Sion's tongue circles his pretty plug, and Sion groans at the taste of the strawberry lube he'd used to work himself open.
Sion presses his palm against the plug, and Yushi can't help but grind back into it before firmly fucking his hips back. Sion keeps his hand still, letting Yushi pleasure himself until he stops him with fingers pressed harshly into his hip.
He manhandles him onto his back, leaving him laying there for a moment while he strips off his own clothes and grabs lube and a condom from his suitcase. Yushi leans up on his elbows, watching as Sion climbs between his legs, his hard cock bobbing in front of him.
He slowly pulls out the plug, tossing it onto the bed beside them. Yushi flushes red when Sion leans down to watch the way his hole gapes around nothing, but his embarrassment turns to pleasure when Sion presses two fingers inside him.
"Oh, oh fuck," Yushi moans. He lays back, pulling his thighs back to open himself wider for Sion as he coats his fingers with lube.
"You're so loose," Sion says in wonder. "Fuck, I don't even need to stretch you, do I?"
Yushi shakes his head. "Just fuck me," he begs. "I got ready for you." He watches as Sion tears open the condom, rolling it onto his cock before pressing the head to his waiting hole.
He sinks inside with a groan, and Yushi whimpers, fingers twisting in the sheets. His arms wrap around Sion's back when he bends down, fully sheathed inside him. Sion doesn't give him time to adjust before he sets a bruising pace, his hips snapping hard against the back of Yushi's thighs.
Yushi sobs into his neck, raking his nails down his back until he's certain he's leaving angry, red scratches over Sion's skin.
"S-Sion," he wails, mouth dropping open as Sion buries his own face in his neck to lick and suck and bite. The room is filled with the sound of his grunts, Yushi's desperate moans and the slap of skin on skin.
"Fuck, good boy," Sion growls, "fuck- fucking take it-"
But suddenly, it's not enough. Tears stain Yushi's cheeks as he pushes at Sion's shoulders, and Sion's surprise at his sudden protest unbalances him enough for Yushi to flip them over, his thighs strong around Sion's hips. Sion gasps when he hits the mattress, watching in amazement as Yushi rises from his cock to pull the condom off.
"Can- can we?" Yushi pleads. "I'm not- I haven't, since we-"
"Yes," Sion groans. "Shit, me neither, Yushi, let me feel you-"
Yushi throws the condom behind him, gripping Sion's cock at the base as he sinks back down.
They've never done it raw before. They've never stopped long enough to discuss whether they're exclusive or not. Yushi's heart races at the potential of what this means, and he rubs his palm over his own cock harshly in an attempt to stop the hope in its tracks.
Sion's hands grip his hips, adding to the bruises already blooming along Yushi's thin waist. He lets Yushi set the pace, as harsh as he can muster through the ache in his thighs. He clenches around him as he leans forward, trailing his hand up the centre of Sion's chest until it's clasped around his neck.
He stares at the man beneath him, waiting for him to pull his hand away. Instead, he feels Sion's throat bob as he swallows, and Yushi slowly, firmly, digs his fingers and thumb into the side of his neck. He holds the pressure even as he resumes the grind of his hips, and Sion chokes on a loud, pathetic moan.
"This is what you need," Yushi realises. "You need me to take control. Stop you thinking."
"Yeah," Sion whimpers. "Fuck, Yushi."
His hands clutch at Yushi's wrist, not pulling him away, just holding him there. He tilts his head back, groaning when Yushi presses his fingers against his neck that little bit harder. He lifts himself up as much as he can without Sion's cock slipping out, and slams back down, pulling another loud moan from Sion.
"Gonna come," Sion gasps, gripping Yushi's wrist hard. "Fuck, oh-"
His voice cracks as his orgasm hits him, his face red with the force of it. He can feel Sion's cock pulse hard inside him as he sobs, and he releases his hold on his neck to jerk himself off until he's coming all over Sion's chest.
When his orgasm subsides, he falls forward, catching himself on his elbows either side of Sion's head. Sion's eyes are wet with tears as he parts his lips and joins their mouths in a searing, messy kiss. It's sloppy from the off, and Sion's palms slide up over Yushi's back until they're cradling the back of his head, holding him close.
Sion jolts under him when Yushi begins to move, his cock still nestled warm inside him. He twitches with oversensitivity, but Yushi doesn't let up, swallowing his whimpers in their kiss as he continues to milk his softening cock.
"You did so well," Yushi whispers against his lips. He bites Sion's lower lip, sucking it into his mouth. "Played so well, fucked me so well," he continues, his hips slowing.
Sion trembles beneath him, face screwing up with the effort of keeping his tears at bay. But it's as though Yushi's words hit the weak spot in his dam, and it shatters, his tears flooding through. Yushi laves his tongue over his cheeks, swallowing his tears before burying Sion's face in his neck.
He holds him there, stroking his fingers through his hair in comfort even as Sion's cum begins to drip out from around his cock. After a few minutes, Sion's cries subside, and he gently pulls off him to lay beside him on the mattress, their foreheads pressed against one another.
"I'm sorry," Sion sniffs, voice still thick with tears. He averts his gaze like he's too embarrassed to look at Yushi, and Yushi swipes his thumb over his cheek, collecting a few stray tears.
"Why are you sorry?" Yushi asks carefully, voice soft as he pushes Sion's sweat-soaked hair from his forehead.
"Not a very good hookup if I'm just sobbing all over you," Sion mumbles. "You didn't come here for that."
Yushi's hand pauses in his hair. He reaches between them, finding Sion's hand and lacing their fingers together. Sion's gaze locks onto their joined hands, and he chews his lip in thought.
"After all this time," Yushi says softly, "you can't surely think that's all you are to me."
Sion looks up. "What… what do you mean?"
Yushi sighs. "I didn't come here to- just to fuck," he says. "I came because you needed me. And because… I needed you."
"You needed me?" Sion asks, his voice so full of hope that it ignites Yushi's own dangerous longing.
"I always need you," Yushi says, squeezing Sion's hand.
"Yushi…" Sion starts. He pulls his hand away, sitting up in a motion that has Yushi's heart sinking like an anchor. It settles in the pit of his stomach, and he flushes with panic, terrified by the thought he'd read the situation entirely wrong and ruined everything for good.
"No, don't," Yushi begs. "Don't leave."
"Yushi," Sion repeats. "I can't keep doing this."
"What?" Yushi asks, nauseous. He twists his fingers in front of him, feeling cold from the loss of Sion's warmth.
"Fucking," Sion says. "Messing around like this and pretending I'm not in love with you."
"You…" Yushi gapes at him, searching his gaze to try and confirm whether he heard him correctly. He crawls forward, settling beside him. "You're in love with me?"
"So much it hurts," Sion admits. "It's always hurt."
"Why didn't you say anything?" Yushi breathes, reaching out to grip his hand once again. Sion's expression is pained like he thinks he's ruined everything.
"It's a homophobic sport, Yushi," he says. "What kind of relationship would that be?"
"It would be ours," Yushi replies simply. "That's all that matters, that's all that's ever mattered."
"I'm not brave enough to… come out," Sion admits. "Not now, not when we've worked so hard to get where we are." He looks down at their hands, and Yushi lets out a breath when he turns his palm over to lace their fingers together properly.
"Hey," Yushi says, drawing Sion's gaze back upwards. "Neither am I."
"Oh," Sion breathes.
"It's no one's business," Yushi says. "Whether we're fucking or- or in love. That's our business only."
"We're on different teams." Sion leans forward despite his words, as though he's letting all his worries fall from his lips just so Yushi can put them to rest. "We live in different countries, we'd have to lie to everyone, our teams, our friends, our family-"
"I don't care," Yushi says. "All I need is you."
"So- so- that means…"
"I want to try," Yushi pleads. "Please let us try."
"Yes," Sion breathes, his shoulders relaxing as he falls into Yushi, pushing him back against the bed and joining their lips. Yushi wraps his arms and legs around him, giggling as Sion grinds his hips down, their soft cocks knocking together.
"So we're exclusive?" Yushi utters out between kisses. Sion nods against him, grinning as he leans back barely an inch to wipe his hair from his eyes and behind his ear. He gazes down at Yushi's face, biting his lip in thought as he presses a soft kiss to the scar on Yushi's cheekbone. Yushi's heart clenches.
"You're beautiful, you know that?" Sion whispers. "I was always too scared to tell you."
"I love you," Yushi blurts suddenly, flushing when he realises his words. Sion grins even wider, leaning back down to kiss him deeply.
"I love you too," Sion laughs. "Fuck, it feels so good to say it."
"Will you fuck me again?" Yushi asks, his cock already filling out from the feeling of their naked bodies pressing against each other.
"Yeah," Sion breathes, dazed. "Yeah, I'll fuck you as much as you want."
They fly home the next day. Yushi falls asleep on the plane, exhausted from the conflicting emotions swimming around him. Joy at having won the cup. Utter elation at having won his man. Sorrow at the way Sion had kissed him before he snuck out of his hotel room that morning, knowing it'll be the last time they see each other for a while.
Sakuya nudges him awake when lunch is served, and Yushi winces at the way his sharp elbow digs into the bruises on his waist. His friend grins at him, letting the flight attendant place their meals down in front of them before he shows him his phone.
"Look," Sakuya says. Yushi rubs the sleep from his eyes, squinting at the bright screen.
One Defeat's Enough? Star Striker Oh Sion in Transfer Talks With Europe's New Number One
Yushi's jaw drops. Already?
"What do you think about that?" Sakuya asks. "Your number one rival, coming to our team?"
"He's not my number one rival," Yushi mumbles, fishing out his phone.
From: Oh Sion
See you soon.
"No," Sakuya laughs, shaking his head. "No, he isn't."