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“With the European Championship in just a few days, teams have begun arriving promptly, settling in and practicing in designated fields. Our reporter on the scene, Antonio De Luca, has arrived in time for Portugal to…”
The TV was just white noise as Rin already knew what was going to be said. This was not information he was ignorant or unaware of, the coach for his team already telling them which teams to expect for the World Cup. It’s not like they didn’t spend the last year or so working their asses off to make sure they would win both on the field and off.
Rin recognized all the players that were getting off the plane, watching the screen carefully.
Alfonso Carvalho. Goalkeeper for Portugal’s top team, Benifika, and one of the best in the league. He was the one responsible for their consistent defense, leaving games with a zero score for their opponents, giving the team the opportunity to go overtime if needed.
It was never needed.
João Ribeiro. Midfielder, a mastermind, controller of Portugal. He was in charge of the team’s centre and could control the flow of the game with just a kick. Rin recalled watching his debut game years ago, his skills were devastating to his opponents but a Godsend to his team.
Even though Ribeiro was often able to control the course of his team, Portugal had one factor that he was unable to put a rein on.
Isagi Yoichi.
The fucking annoying piece of shit. Considered the best striker of Benifika, he was nothing big. Sure, he did some fancy goals, scored enough points to be worth some kind of money, but Isagi Yoichi was still a small fry amongst the sea of soccer players. But even amongst the sea, he was persistently trying to attach himself to the sharks, sucking on their side.
A constant bother, a thorn in Rin’s side.
Even after leaving Blue Lock and joining different teams, Isagi had been chasing at his heels. Everywhere he looked, he was on some screen, the news relaying about his recent hat-trick; coaches used him and Benifika when discussing plays. Rin had to constantly watch him, study him, to make sure he could never reach him.
Isagi had to stay in his place, unable to reach Rin’s level. Rin had to make sure he was constantly one step ahead so he could crush him, let him wallow in his defeat, making those eyes look up at him. Constantly beating Rin had always been Isagi’s goal since Blue Lock, a flame in those irises was always lit and he refused to step down.
Rin relished in seeing those eyes below him, preparing to be destroyed.
His phone abruptly made a noise, alerting him of a text. His eyebrow twitched, recognizing the tone and knew exactly who it was from. In his mind, he was reluctant to answer but his body moved on its own, swiping it off the table and quickly opening it up.
Rin turned off the TV and got up from the couch, and slipped his phone in his pants pocket. It was summer so there was no need for a jacket and he could get out quickly. Once he locked the door, the same alert came from his phone again. Rin took it out in annoyance.
Rin knew if he left it, he would just be bombarded with messages until he met him. He had to keep the volume on his phone in case an emergency happened and he knew he could just mute the bastard…
But something inside him prevented him from doing so.
He went down the elevator to the ground floor, heading off in the familiar direction. The phone buzzed and alerted him again and he took it out, checking it when he stopped at a traffic light.
Rin couldn’t even believe that he was using that stupid ‘elder’ card when it meant nothing now that they were older. It really showed that even after Blue Lock, he never matured.
The streets of Milan were busy as ever, tourists hustling about. Rin hated the summer here, not because of the heat, but because of the abundance of tourists. It made going outside a lot more annoying, especially when he just wanted to have a quiet walk.
There was a small alleyway off a quieter part of the city he slipped through. Tourists wouldn’t be tempted to traverse such a narrow road so it was secluded with a few shops and restaurants only locals could relax in. When Rin reached the front of one of the restaurants, he could see Isagi standing there, glaring at the phone in his hand.
He seemed to have heard Rin’s footsteps, looking up at him and then putting his phone away in his pocket. As Rin approached, he saw he had no bags or suitcases with him, despite knowing he had just gotten off a plane a couple of hours ago.
His already low expectations of Isagi rose up just barely.
“Took you long enough.” Isagi grinned, eyes looking slightly tired from his flight even though he should be flying in first-class. “I’m starving.”
“Don’t you just pig out on those in-flight meals?”
“Nothing is as good as a home cooked meal!” Isagi argued as he opened the door to the small restaurant. There were only a few small tables in the shop and it seemed devoid of people as it was too early to eat for many. However, there was noise from the back, and someone came out when they heard the little bell on the door twinkle.
“Welco—ah, Rin! Yoichi!” The shop owner, Giovanni, greeted cheerfully. He was an older man with greying hair and a thin face, his smile seemingly taking up half of it. “Long time no see, Yoichi! I saw some of your games and you really did amazing in the tournament!”
“Long time…no see, Giovanni.” Isagi replied in his broken Italian, not responding to the second part of the conversation, staring at him dumbly.
“He said your last game was terrible.”
“Shut up! I know enough Italian to know that’s not what he said!”
Giovanni didn’t need to guide them anywhere in the small shop, Rin and Isagi taking their usual spot in the furthest corner. Giovanni handed them a menu, just a single laminated page front and back. Isagi pored over the menu as if he was seeing for the first time, trying to figure out what he wanted to eat.
Rin had been there enough and already had a usual so he didn’t bother. He watched as Isagi hunched over the table, trying to discern the language as if testing himself. His eyebrows were furrowed, a very serious expression on his face even though all he had to do was choose a dish. He had been there enough to know what his favourites were so all he had to do was order that. He didn’t need to stare at the menu for however long, taking his sweet time, when he should be focused on other things.
Like Rin.
“I thought you were hungry,” Rin finally spoke up after staring at Isagi for however long, enough to notice that his hair was slightly messed up, covering his eyes when they usually don’t. He reached out, pushing his bangs back and at the same time, shoved his head. “Hurry up.”
“I’m still deciding!” Isagi said with a huff. He didn’t do anything to remove Rin’s hand though, letting him hold up his head and hair, exposing his forehead. “Giovanni, do you have any recommendations?”
Giovanni had been watching them carefully, his smile not leaving his face but Rin didn’t like the look in his eyes, especially when he glanced over at Rin.
“Today’s recommendation is la cotoletta alla milanese. To pair it, I think a bottle of Franciacorta would be perfect.”
“Okay. Let’s go with that.” Isagi replied with a nod though Rin questioned how much he understood.
“I’ll have my usual.” Rin said without looking at the menu. Giovanni nodded and took the menu, making his way to the back where the kitchen was, leaving the two of them alone.
“So how have you been?” Isagi asked with his hands together on the table, a finger tapping on the back of the bottom hand. “That match against Re Al was exciting.”
“So annoying.” Rin snapped, his hand reaching out for Isagi’s fidgeting finger. Rin cupped it on top of Isagi’s hands for a moment before lowering it to the table, Isagi’s finger resting on top of his. The tapping stopped.
Isagi’s smile was soft and eyes were amused. “You’re just bitter because you lost to him again—”
“Shut the fuck up.” Rin interrupted, kicking Isagi under the table. “We won the game in the end. Who the fuck cares about how the one-on-one went?”
Isagi flinched and scowled, Rin feeling bemused by such a face. He was used to the receiving ends of opponents’ hatred and it never bothered him. After all, what is soccer if there weren’t going to be any broken dreams involved?
But seeing Isagi’s face like always made Rin’s blood pumping.
“But why are you so pissed off?! Didn’t you forgive Sae already?”
“Who forgave who?!”
“Seriously?” Isagi replied deadpanned. Isagi kicked him in return but not as harshly as Rin did. “Sae was asking me what he should do for your birthday this year so I assumed you guys were on better terms. He also said he wanted to meet up but you never responded to his message. Let’s meet him sometime, yeah?”
Rin gritted his teeth, silently seething.
It was one thing for him to ‘forgive’ Sae and for him to act remotely like some sort of older brother again.
And what was he doing, contacting Isagi to ask about Rin?! Sae and Isagi hardly know each other. When did his brother even have the chance to talk to him?! As far as he knew, they haven’t been in the same city for any games. How the fuck did they talk?!
“My birthday isn’t for another two months. Why the fuck is he contacting you? Why should we meet up with him?” Rin scoffed, his long legs bumping against Isagi’s as he leaned back.
“He’s your brother.” Isagi retorted with a sigh. Rin could feel his leg pressed against his again, this time staying there. It was incredibly warm.
Giovanni returned shortly with their dishes and wine. Isagi had to remove his finger from Rin’s, the warmth disappearing, but their legs stayed in place under the table, still pressing against each other. It was silent as they ate. The restaurant didn’t have any air conditioning, only the windows were open to let some sort of air flow in. However, it was summer, so the heat pulsated as if the sun was still beating against them.
Even so, Rin did not feel any unpleasantness with his leg pressed up against Isagi’s, his body heat welcomed.
Rin wasn’t sure why the fuck Isagi’s alcohol tolerance was so low. A few glasses of wine and he could see he was already a little dazed. Isagi always spouted shit about Rin needing to respect him because he was older but then came out to be this weakling.
“Riiiin.” His voice irritated him. There was a slight slur, a little languid, and lower than Rin would have liked. The way his eyes were slightly glazed as if on the brink of crying but he had a small smile on his face, making Rin’s insides squirm. “I want to go to bed.”
Fuck.
“Giovanni, the bill.” Rin called out to the man. He took out his wallet and got the money ready. Giovanni glanced over at Rin then Isagi, noticed how irritable Rin seemed to be, and delivered the change quickly.
“Thank you for coming again.” Giovanni smiled as Rin lifted up Isagi’s arm over his shoulder. He managed to get Isagi on his feet but he might as well just be dead weight. “Have a pleasant night, you two.”
“Bye, Giovanniii!” Isagi waved stupidly with a smile as Rin practically dragged him out. “Thanks for the food!”
When Isagi was drunk, it could go one of two ways.
He was a stupidly happy drunk. It was already enough for Rin to deal with him sober but when he was drunk, he was just even more annoying. Loud, reckless, and almost like a child, needing someone to constantly watch him or else he would go missing somewhere. It happened more than once.
Even though this drunken state pissed Rin off, he still preferred it to Isagi’s other one.
“Riiiin.” Isagi’s voice lowered, a small growl in his ear. He leaned on Rin’s shoulder, his free arm reaching to caress his chest, hand hot even through his shirt. Isagi’s face was flushed, eyes glazed, lips slightly parted, the tip of his tongue sticking out.
This monster.
Rin’s self-control was always tested even more when Isagi was like this.
He surprised himself with how quickly he moved back to his apartment, carrying this piece of shit with him. He fumbled when trying to put the keys in on the ground floor and to his home on the third floor. Isagi giggled at his mistakes and when they finally got inside, Rin slammed the door shut behind them. He then promptly pushed Isagi against it, pressing their bodies against each other, eyes looking down at him.
Isagi smiled knowingly, pushing his leg between Rin’s and grinding himself against him. He let out a moan, pleasuring himself as Rin watched, a vein popping out of his cheek, threatening to burst any second. Isagi reached up, lazily placed his arms around his neck and moved faster against Rin’s leg as if he was some sort of wild animal in heat.
He knew Isagi was drunk. He knew that Isagi’s mind was completely clouded with the most reckless default state he could have. Once Isagi finished up, he would get it out of his system and be done with it, passing out and Rin would not have to deal with this any longer. He had to be patient.
But Itoshi Rin was never patient.
Rin pressed his body against Isagi even more, not even a gap remaining. Their clothes shifted, the fabric rubbing against their skin and he felt Isagi tremble underneath him, arching his back to rub his body against Rin’s. With how close he was, Rin could smell his horrid alcoholic breath, the slight sweat of his skin, a natural musk that always aggravated him in the worst way. He always hated when Isagi was around because smelling him was enough to set him off, making him give into temptation, sinking his teeth into his neck. Isagi gasped, groaning from pain before it became more melodic as Rin’s teeth pulled at the skin, sucking and licking, assuring that it would leave a nasty bruise in the morning. He tried to move to Isagi’s collarbone to do the same but the inconvenience of his clothes got in the way.
Desperately, Isagi reached to the hem of his shirt and swiftly threw it off. Rin immediately set to work, biting at his collarbone, at his shoulders, at his chest; anywhere his mouth could reach, Rin made sure to leave a mark so anyone who would dare look at Isagi, knew that there was no place for them.
Rin wrapped his arms under Isagi’s legs, lifting him against the door. When he did, Isagi groaned, all the weight falling on his thigh as he had nowhere else to go. Rin could feel his bulge against him, restricted by his pants, and before he knew it, Isagi’s hips were moving, rubbing himself against his leg again more desperately.
Rin growled.
“You fucking bastard.” But it was going to be Rin fucking this bastard.
Isagi made a surprised noise when Rin grabbed his legs to wrap them firmly around his hips and carried him into the bedroom. He released him, making Isagi plop down on his back and they both only stared at each other.
The sun was completely gone but the glow of the moon seeped through Rin’s window, showing Rin what was beneath him.
Blushing cheeks, swollen lips, messed up hair, neck and chest marred with bite marks; it felt like so long since Rin had seen him like this, he almost forgot what Isagi did to him when he was like this. He annoyed him; irritated him; tested him, drove him insane. The way that his eyes looked up at him with expectations, a flame lit in those irises and stubbornly refusing to step down.
And Rin had no choice but to destroy him.