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Yoichi like any other teenage boy was flawed. A distasteful cursing problem, that sour side of him that'd emerge whenever he lost. Sometimes he was bitter, borderline petty to people who pissed him off. Childish in a sense when it came to his insults. For some reason he refused to back down.
However, one thing Isagi did that unfortunately irritated Hugo was his lack of listening. Sure, if you told the bluenette how to adapt and improve his play he'd understand in a heartbeat. If you asked him if he wanted to practice or take shots, Isagi would know what you meant.
But asking him to stop staying up late to watch replays in the viewing room.
Hah!
Were you even from the planet?! Because all of a sudden Isagi Yoichi was unable to follow a single word.
And that repeated action, infront of a fluorescent light without any breaks led to the inevitable. Disgustingly, dry scratchy eyes. They ached when Isagi washed his face, cried out when he blinked to much. It was hell being on the pitch and having someone run past him. The wind that whipped past made his eyes burn.
Yet with it occuring so often, all Hugo needed to do was nip down to the infirmary and grab the bottle of eyedrops from the glass case. The only issues was getting Isagi to use them... a very difficult task to put it lightly.
"Yoichi keep your eyes open."
"No."
"... you're destiny is to see Mon Ange..." the redhead lightly tapped the bottle of eye saline solution against the youngers cheek.
"Don't start..." Isagi huffed as he cracked his eyes open. Freezing as he saw the dreaded nozzle a bit to close for comfort. Thankfully the lid was on, drastically reducing the risk of a surprise attack.
Hugo had his stupid headband on, a flimsy accessory he'd bought off a street vendor because it was her destiny to sell it. Truthfully, Isagi didn't understand the gist around his boyfriend's spiritual viewpoints. And frankly the more he listened the worse his confusion.
Unfortunately, just this one time destiny was correct because the French teen looked edible with his bangs pushed back. Wisps of red framed his face and highlighted his perfectly shaped eyebrows and the smooth expanse of his forehead. Even his absurdly long lashes looked fuller.
Isagi pursed his lips and racked his brain. No he looked like shadow the hedgehog.
"You've got that look in your eye Yoichi... your dry, red eyes."
"Shut your mouth."
"Bleh so impolite..." Hugo pinched the shorters cheek. Ruthlessly.
"Ghh!!"
"Enough messing around now Ange..." he unscrewed the lid of the eye drops and leaned over. "We must restore balance."
Isagi screwed his eyes shut. Above him the teen with longer lashes tutted. "Beep beep." His free hand cupped the shorters chin and tugged it up.
"V-viv-" came a panicked choke.
The second best ignored the cry and his fingers gently pried open the Japanese teens eyelid to reveal one of his sapphire eyes. A ring of angry red suffocating the iris.
"No!" Isagi yelped and flailed against the sturdy grip. Fear coiling in his gut as he remembered the pain that followed when the solution cleansed the sore areas. "Vivian p-please!"
"Quiet Yoichi..." a pause, then softer. "Forgive me." He squeezed the bottle. A drop formed at the nozzle before falling and landing onto the red wasteland that was Isagi's sclera.
"Son of a bitch!" Cursed the sprout headed teen. His hands flew upwards, their first instinct to rub his eye raw. But Hugo acted faster. He always did. Swiftly interlocking their fingers and pressing the younger back against the bed.
"Let it happen Yoichi... your mechanism needs correcting."
"Cyborg sounding ass." Hissed the shorter before scowling as those delicate fingers cradled his cheek again. His heart lept, and he fought the urge to lunge and bite Hugo's fingers off. "No... fuck off." He muttered instead voice small.
"I know its painful Ange b-"
"Stop calling me that!" Spat the azure eyed footballer.
Hugo pouted and knocked their foreheads together. "Ange... Mon Ange"
"I'm going to hire twenty people to jump you."
"Wait say that again."
Isagi looked up eyes loud "I said-"
Cruelly, Hugo squeezed the bottle and Isagi's other eye was flooded with the viscous liquid.
"Ow ow ow!" The pain was jarring and immediately the youngers eyes welled with tears. Half from the pain and half from the betrayal. He glowered at the teen above him who wordlessly recapped the eyedrops and shuffled it back into its box.
"I hate you." Muttered the heart of bluelock. Trust ultimately shattered. Then to be bitter he crossed his arms and rolled over. "And I don't care what our destiny says I hate you right now."
"Mhh..." Vivian frowns. The words unsettling his gut. "You cannot rewrite destiny."
"Forty people..." Isagi kicked his legs, looking more like he was swimming in a pool then trying to attack his lover. "I'm going to hire forty people to jump you!"
Hugo, being as shameless as he was, silently dimmed the bedroom lights. Eyes dark as he focused on how Isagi momentarily tensed before scoffing. The French teen walked back to the bed. "Ange" he called out.
When Isagi lifted his arm to flip him off instead of replying, Hugo climbed onto the bed and caged the bluenette against the sheets. Being mindful not to crush the other under his overwhelming bodyweight. Instead he rested his knees on either side of Isagi and pressed his hands against the youngers wrists.
"H-hugo!"
"That's not my name." Gritted out the French teen. Breath hot against the back of the shorters nape.
"What... do you prefer asshole? Traitor?" Isagi taunted, looking over his shoulder to glower at his boyfriend. Immediately, Hugo cupped his cheek and pressed his face back into the pillow. "Behave." He scolded.
"Let go of me."
"My name."
"Hugo-"
"No." The redhead tucked his fingers under Isagi's chin and clamped his mouth shut. He leaned down and presses their foreheads together. In the limited light, the azure eyed striker could see the pleading present in the olders usually stoic irises. "I'll beg Yoichi." He admits, voice soft. Before pulling his offending hand back.
"Tch beg? Get on your knees and-" Isagi's interrupted by the beast on top of him flinging himself off his back and onto the floor. Hugo kneels infront of him, the sight is nauseatingly pathetic.
The bluenette swallows the little spit in his mouth. Head dizzy from the sudden shift in power. Wordlessly, he pats his lap and Hugo nestled his head against his thighs as if its second nature.
"Stop making that expression you look like a wet puppy..." Isagi comments as he comes through scarlet with his fingers. Carefully, he tugs off the headband and places it on his bedside table. Hugo blinks, his face is blank but his eyes are roaring.
"Vivian-"
The teens head snaps up at inhumane speed.
"Pfft- you big baby...." Isagi snickers.
"I'm on my knees for you, don't you think I deserve kinder words Ange?"
Isagi's breath hitched and he chokes on his spit. "Y-you! Don't speak like that..."
"Then I'll let this do the speaking..." Hugo sits up and presses their lips together. Expertly, intertwining their fingers and trapping Isagi against the bed. He easily, overpowers the younger and takes control.
Sucking and devouring the inside of his mouth. Biting and teasing his lips. Hugo cracks his eyes open and is treated with the sight of Isagi struggling to keep up. He breaks the kiss and licks a stripe up the Japanese teens neck, enjoying how he shudders from the gesture.
"What's wrong Ange? Too much?" Comes his coy remark.
"F-fuck off!" Grits Isagi, panting against the sheets. Head dropping back as Hugo digs his teeth into his pulse point. "V-vivian~!"
"Mh so that's how I get you to say my name?" Questions the taller still mouthing at the bruising flesh.
Isagi scowls, surges forward. Snatches Hugo's face between his hands and slams their lips together. Dragging the French teen back and pinning him down. Between kisses his canines nip the tallers lips. And a small trail of blood leaks down his chin.
Hugo gasps and runs his hands through lapiz locks. "Y-yoichi~" he breathes out. Eyes wild. "M-my destiny~" his eyes scrunched up and he hisses as he feels Isagi's tongue clean up the accident his teeth had created. "Nhh~!:
Amused, Isagi licks his lips. The bitter taste of iron clinging to the roof of his mouth. "Destiny..." he repeats tone fond as his hands slip up to Hugo's shoulders. The older nods and wraps his arms around his waist.
His voice goes dark. "You're not meant to lead Yoichi." His hand crawls up his shirt. "Obey your destiny... obey me!" Savagely he regains control of the situation. Traps Isagi underneath him and seals their lips together.
Their teeth knock together and Hugo steels himself as he tastes what makes Isagi so addicting. The sweetness, the resilience. His kisses grow more aggressive and the bluenette fists at his shirt in hopes of controlling him.
It fails.
Instead, Isagi's mouth is defiled. His own tongue weak to the abuse. Drool spills down the corner of his mouth. But it doesn't matter, the taste of Hugo is so rich and alluring he'd be happy ingesting it for the rest of his life.
There's multiple strings of saliva that connect between them when Hugo finally pulls away. Though he pauses for a second, admiring the look of ruin on Isagi's face. Before dipping down and trailing his tongue around the others mouth.
Isagi's face goes red. "You freak! Stop that." He pulls Hugo up by his hair.
"You taste good Yoichi...." Hugo says without an ounce of shame. He licks his lips.
"Creep." The bluenette sighs and crosses his arms. Frowning as the redhead lays beside him. "You do that shit again I'll spit in your face." His threat comes out icy.
Instead of cowering or asking for forgiveness. Hugo's face goes pink.
Isagi gapes like a fish. "You're into that?!"