ice burns. [a mlm/bxb story]

[01] Violin Tsunami/Monsoon

"Oh, and Aimé? Focus and work on your Quadruples. I want you to at least stand a chance next year."
Coach Artemyev yelled from the other end of the rink, her back strictly facing the figure skater as said man laid flat on the ice, his limbs spread out similar to the shape of a star.

This year's season has officially come to an end, and as the end of one season meant the beginning of the next, he was once again stuck in the endless cycle of hard training and sleepless nights.

"Just like I thought, you played like a fucking pussy again." The dark-haired man snarled, gritting his teeth as he came dangerously close to his so-called teammate. 

Said 'pussy' visibly turned a bright color of red, his anger catching up to him, as he closed off the last bit of distance between them, chest heaving against the other's. "Don't you even dare speak to me like that, Payet." The ash-blonde lashed out, his voice bitter as he slurred over the surname.

"Boy, you wanna get fucked up-" Payet scoffed, fist midway in the air.

"Would you boys drop it already?" The captain spat, clear signs of annoyance planting his chiseled face as he looked up from his lap, fingers crossing into a fold.

Bickering upon bickering. Since the two of them joined his team last year, the bickering never stopped. They bickered during every practice, after every game, and even on the rink.
In other words, Diyaz was sick and tired of his boys yelping at each other at every chance they got when they should have been barking at their rivals just mere seconds ago.

"How dare you behave like untrained dogs in these lockers and like little bitches on the rink! Both of you were too incompetent to defend a single puck today."

He got up from the bench and took a long look at his team with a disappointed shake of his head, a white towel hanging loose from his broadly built shoulders.
"You all need to do better, we need to be better. I want us to at least stand a chance at our next home match." His statement was met with silence. "Understood?"