Kaiser x Isagi and Kaiser x Ness Blue Lock

Schadenfreude

Note: Kaiser x Isagi, noncon, aphrodisiacs, strangling, possibly yandere

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Beyond furious.

That was how one could describe the state of Kaiser's feelings towards Isagi right now. When he made that bet with the younger man, he was so sure he would win it in this Uber's match. Unfortunately, Isagi brought in that cyan-haired friend of his and scored two out of the three points for this match.

Words couldn't describe his anger, so Kaiser let out a scream. Upon hearing this, Ness turned his head to the striker and felt a sense of dread and uselessness.

"That's it!" Kaiser clenched his fists while glaring down Isagi celebrating with his friends at a distance, Isagi's smiling face reflecting onto his irises. His orbs traveled to the other two friends which Isagi called 'Hiori' and 'Kurona', envious. Isagi was cheering with his friends, unaware of Kaiser's intentions.

Feel free to celebrate all you want, Yoichi...

And that was how the two of them are in this situation right now.

Kaiser was tightly gripping onto Isagi's jaw and smashing his lips with Isagi's. The smaller man was wide-eyed and struggled to fight his way out of this crazy man's grasp. Any movement made Kaiser push him further onto the mattress.

Why the hell is this bastard doing this?!

Then, Isagi felt Kaiser push something down his mouth with his tongue. Isagi flinched as he felt it go down his throat helplessly. God no...

Gulp.

Isagi shut his eyes as he swallowed something small.

Kaiser was unrelenting as he pushed and pulled Isagi's tongue, feeling up everything within the other's mouth. Fighting for his freedom, Isagi grabbed a handful of Kaiser's hair and pulled it in an attempt for Kaiser to pull his head back and away from his mouth, but the striker ignored it. Isagi was now turning his head to break the kisses for air, but could only get a split second of it until Kaiser turned his head back for more each time.

Once he was satisfied, Kaiser slowly backed up, a saliva trail between the two of them as their lips parted. Isagi was flushed and held onto his throat. Whatever he swallowed, it certainly wasn't good.

"What did you give me?!" Isagi shouted at him, glaring.

Kaiser only chuckled and pushed him down onto the bed again when Isagi tried to sit up, prompting a yelp. Kaiser looked down at Isagi, eyeing the Bastard Munchen jersey that the younger man was wearing. He narrowed his eyes on the jersey and clenched the front of the shirt in anger.

"As if you could ever be at this level," Kaiser proceeded to rip the jersey and shorts to shreds right in front of Isagi. Isagi gasped in horror as his clothes were being ripped right off him and its remains were being used to tie his wrists together. He worked so hard to get here, and this bastard wants to destroy it.

Kaiser looked conflicted at what he was doing. When he first saw the striker on television, he fell hard for him, seeing his younger self in him—so green and innocent...

He wanted him badly... Isagi was his to claim and no one else's.

And to see that Isagi was being so intimate with other men other than himself during the end of the Uber's match was the worst. Isagi wasn't even looking much at Kaiser!

"Let go of me!" Isagi demanded, but Kaiser yet again ignored and laughed at him.

"How about no? I know you want this too," Kaiser deluded himself, a feral grin on his face as he combs his hair back with his hand. He's lost it. He's definitely lost it.