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— Anyone who opens their mouth to speak about your marks I’ll make sure they never speak again in their life, m’kay? — Ness smiles.
He believes. One thing that Kaiser learned by all these years is: never doubt Alexis Ness.
Ness tends to be a pacific and receptive person most of the time. Not always, though. Kaiser learned that he can be very incisive and even aggressive when it comes to defending Kaiser’s ideals — and, consequently, his —, it even borders on being scary how his smile never dies, even at these moments.
It isn’t easy to provoke Ness’s anger, but don’t try to do it.
Kaiser is lucky that for Ness to become mad at him never seems to be an option.
— You damn protective idiot. — Kaiser mutters, crossing his arms.
— Let me do this for you. — Alexis retorts, stubborn, with his stupid smile on his lips. The kind of smile that almost makes Kaiser agree with any bullshit he says, almost.
Ness inclines Kaiser’s head to brush the dye into the opposite side of his hair.
"It is beginning to fade out" he said earlier. "We are gonna dye it."
Now, in the middle of the night, they were in the shared bathroom between their dorm rooms. Kaiser was sitting on a bench, while Ness was pouring the dye on the bowl.
They — by they he means Ness — have to mix two different tones to reach the exact shade of blue that Kaiser likes, besides diluting the hair dye to make it easier to get a clean gradient. Yeah, Ness spent a couple of hours dying Kaiser’s hair, “but it is worth it” he says.
It is not like Kaiser still tells him to do his hair, now it seems to be a fun activity in Ness’s life, a routine, then he still does it. Go figure.
Honestly, Kaiser doesn’t know what he would do without Ness. It's something that annoys him, to depend on someone like that.
Ness sometimes takes the opportunity to dye his own hair, when the fuchsia it’s beginning to fade out in a brownish tone. For him it’s just one dye and a few minutes. It doesn’t compare with dying Kaiser’s hair.
Kaiser’s gaze moves on from Ness to the mirror, he examines his neck at a distance. It never became so bad like that. It will be clearly visible on the field, in the transmission as well. Anyways.
— Tomorrow we can try to hide it with some makeup. — Ness says while blending the dye, he noticed what Kaiser stared at. Of course he did, he always noticed everything. — I think… maybe it’s not gonna cover everything but we can…
— Lex, shut up.
And Alexis does.
He was so reckless, doing this in such a visible part, like a fucking moron that doesn’t think about the consequences of his actions.
Shit.
The voice in Kaiser’s head doesn’t sound like his own.
He clenches his right hand into a fist, his nails dig into his palm, painfully.
The fuck he have to be like this?
His thought spiral collapses when he hears Ness humming the first notes of a familiar song. His voice echoes between the silence in the stifling room.
He used to do it all the time. It is kinda cute, really, and distracts Kaiser from his self destructive internal monologue.
For a while, a comfortable silence settled in between them, adorned by the soft sound of Ness humming.
Moments like these are islands of calm between the chaotic, constant competitive hostility of the neo egoist league.
They always have been, Kaiser notices. Even before this whole Blue Lock thing. He had never realized that almost all of the good memories in his life, all the happy ones, Ness’s presence was there haunting his life like a ghost of happiness, as always.
Kaiser barely admitted it for himself: Alexis Ness was the best thing that happened to him.
They met in a vulnerable moment in both of their lives, and at every difficulty or frustration, even — and principally — the impossible ones. They were side by side, overcoming this together. Even if in unhealthy ways, Kaiser was there for Ness and Ness was there for Kaiser, no matter what fucking happens. Their relationship developed in a lot of pain, codependency and toxicity, for sure.
But, even so, Alexis Ness was the best thing that happened to him.
His first birthday cake, a blue chocolate cake with the icing failing at some parts, with a couple of blue and white candles above it. It was perfect. Ness bought it at the market earlier. Both of them sat down on the floor and sang some idea of “Happy Birthday”. Neither of them knew what a birthday party was even like. They were practically the only ones who stayed in the facility for Christmas.
In his improvement of his biggest weapon: The Kaiser Impact; the first time he was able to control the positioning, speed and direction and slammed the ball into the goal in a perfect shot, he remembers it all too well, Ness jumped in his shoulders and screamed how he was fucking incredible, “perfect”. Kaiser dropped him on the ground, grumbling. Ness didn’t even complain, his contagious happiness persisting even so. Kaiser never felt so good about himself.
The first time Ness saw him hurting himself… and every time it happened, he had never even used this against Kaiser somehow. As if that weren't enough, when Ness looked at him, he never ever saw the marks, he saw Michael. He never looked at him differently.
Ness always seemed to see Kaiser for who he really is, somehow.
And despite everything, he never ever left.
Kaiser doesn't trust people, but he trusts Ness.
It was a long road for Kaiser to understand that he could trust Ness.
Even the common and monotone days, they were on the Kaiser’s good memory list. Breakfasts in the cafeteria that he always gave his yogurt to Ness — Kaiser always picked the strawberry one, knowing Ness loves this stupid flavor — and Ness gave him all these toasts in return. Showering together after the training sessions, Ness offered to wash his hair when he was too lazy to do it himself. Watching horror movies late at night at Ness’s dorm room.
When they were younger, It was as if their whole world revolved around each other. Obviously, because they had no one else… nowadays, they have? Has something changed?
An useless sentimental internal monologue.
Ness finishes Kaiser’s hair and starts to dye his own fuchsia. At some point he shifts his gaze to look at both of their dye bowls, chuckling a bit.
— What are you laughing at, schizo? — Kaiser asks.
He used to call Ness like that sometimes, messing with him about his talks about magic and nonsense.
Ness laughs. — It’s just... an intrusive thought. — Ness says. — If we mix the two dyes, what color would it result in?
— Hm. — Kaiser furrows the space between his eyebrows. — Good question. Blue, a dark one.
— Maybe a lilac, I think. — Ness says, thoughtful.
— Is this your bet? — Kaiser smirks, Of course, he saw an opportunity to turn that into a competition.
Ness nods, smiling softly. — So, let’s try it.
Ness mixes equal parts of the two dyes in a third bowl, the result is…A purplish, greyish blue.
— It 's blue, I won. — Kaiser points to the bowl, cocky.
— I wouldn’t say it‘s a dark blue... — Kaiser stares. — Sure, you won. — Ness chuckles.
After a brief silence, Kaiser feels a lock of his hair being gently pulled. Ness was dyeing a small lock of his back hair with the “strange blue”
— What the hell are you... NESS! — Kaiser abruptly pushes Ness’s hands away from his hair. — YOU BASTARD! DON’T YOU EVER DARE TO TOUCH MY HAIR AGAIN — Kaiser freaks out, pulling a chunk of Ness’s hair with one hand by instinct, suddenly realizing that Ness has dye in his hair. Kaiser removes his hand almost immediately, but it was already too late, his hand was fucking pink.
— Okay sorryyy!— Ness whines, it sounds more like a moan, raising his hands in surrender. He mutters something about Kaiser not even knowing how to dye his own hair by himself.
Kaiser would never admit it aloud, but it wasn’t so bad. Making a scene was more interesting, he likes to see Ness’s desperate face.
— Look. — Ness takes a small section of his hair and dye it blue. — Now we’re matching. — Smiles. That fucking V smile.
— What a fucking stupid thing. — Kaiser grumbles, through clenched teeth.
Kaiser is not really mad with Ness, he is too cute pitiful for it.
Truce established, both sat on the floor, with their back against the bathroom wall, while they waited for the dye to do its job.
A silence settled in. A silence that was somehow suffocating, Kaiser's increasingly loud thoughts persuaded him to say something.
— Lex? — Kaiser trusts Ness.
— Hm?
— You’re important to me, a lot. — Kaiser keeps his gaze fixed on the opposite wall, as if there were some sort of answer there regarding the whirlwind of emotions he had been feeling. His face remains straight. — I mean, I’m shit, I don’t treat you right, but you are still here to me, after all these years. — Kaiser sighs. — Thanks, I guess.
— I wanted you to know — Kaiser continues. — that to leave me is not an option.
Ness blinks once, twice. Stunned.
Kaiser turns to look him in the eyes. Ness looks at him like he keeps all the magic in the universe. Kaiser had never seen him so… happy?
Kaiser's gaze fixes on the wall again, he simply doesn't know how to react.
— Micha… — Nees is right in front of him now.
He keeps getting close, at some point it becomes impossible for Kaiser not to look at him.
And then Ness kisses him. What the fuck?
Ness cups the two sides of Kaiser’s face with his hand palms and then collides their lips together. Kaiser wides his eyes in pure shock, but then he simply melts. Something on Kaiser’s chest fucking explode, like a firework show, as their lips rub at each other’s.
What. What what what.
First it was just an experimenting touch, but now, as Kaiser reciprocates the kiss, it sounds like a desperate, lovely display of affection.
He is kissing Ness, his Ness.
That wasn’t what he planned. But it feels so damn good. So fucking overwhelming. If he had known that all it took was a dozen sweet words, he would have done it sooner.
Ness practically settles onto his lap, straddling Kaiser’s thighs for better support and drawing their bodies together; with both hands on Kaiser’s waist, he claims him completely. A shiver runs through Kaiser, and a sense of possessiveness takes hold as he deepens the kiss — tilting his head and sliding his tongue into Ness’s mouth with a gentleness he never thought he had — while pulling Ness closer by the waist until their bodies feel like one. It is only when Ness breaks the kiss that Kaiser realizes he was running out of air, their warm breaths mingle as they catch their breath.
— I think that was your way of saying “I love you” — Ness mutters, referring to Kaiser's previous words. — I love you too, Micha.
Kaiser blinks.
He loves Ness?
Oh. Yes he does.
Kaiser barely finishes the thought before their lips collide again. He isn’t sure who initiated the second kiss — not that it matters — but the intensity is new. Years of suppressed desire come rushing to the surface. How long have they been loving each other this way? How long has Kaiser been unable to understand his own feelings? Well, none of that matters now.
They practically devour each other. Ness’s tongue explores every inch of Kaiser’s mouth while his hands play with the hair at the nape of Kaiser’s neck — strands still wet by dye. Ness doesn't seem to mind getting his hands stained, though, as long as Kaiser is entirely his.
Kaiser decides he doesn't mind it either when, mid-kiss, he winds a lock of Ness’s hair around his index and middle fingers and gives it a tug, surprised by the gasp of pure delight Ness breathes against his lips.
This is new, Kaiser smirks.
Kaiser intends to use it to his advantage. Kaiser pulls a larger section of hair this time, catching a glimpse of a small blue curl amidst the strands — just like the one in his own hair. He thinks he likes that color now.
The sounds Ness makes are divine, he can feel them with his lips, they go straight to Kaiser’s cock. He can feel Ness’s hardness pressed against his thigh. His puppy is so desperate, how cute.
They pull apart, a thin thread of saliva connects their lips. Kaiser can see Ness’s face perfectly now — every detail. His pupils dilated with pure lust, his flushed cheeks, his lips red and moist from the kiss, his genuine smile, It seems like he has never been happier. He looks so pretty this way.
He wants that lips in his cock now, Kaiser thinks.
— Get on your knees for me — Kaiser demands, he is used to being bossy with Ness. — please. — Not with this word though.
Ness gets the message and pulls down the hem of the baggy shorts Kaiser is wearing, revealing his boxers with a large damp patch at the crotch. Ness pulls them off without hesitation, leaving cyan fingerprints wherever he touches. Kaiser's lower abdomen now displays small blue digitals.
Kaiser's dick is now on display, in its hard and red glory. Ness stares at him intently, his lips slightly parted, a distant look in his gaze, as if hypnotized.
— C’mon suck me — Kaiser rushes him — What? Never had seen a dick before? — Grins.
Ness chuckles — Shut up — whispers.
Ness rests his hands on the insides of Kaiser’s thighs, squeezing them. They are definitely blue now. Ness downs his head, licking Kaiser’s tip slowly and deliberately. Kaiser exhales, releasing a breath he hadn't even realized he was holding.
— Ask for it.
Kaiser can feel his lips moving in his dick.
— W-What?
— I’ve never seen you beg before, I want you to do that again.
Kaiser sighs, swallowing all his pride down to the pit of his stomach. — Blow me, please. I need it.
Ness smiles, and Kaiser can feel it.
Ness takes the whole cock in one go, sliding it deep down his throat with gentle thrusts. Kaiser lets out a groan that sounds more like a shout. Ness’s mouth feels so good— so fucking hot and tight. He can feel those lips pressed around his base, Ness’s heavy tongue beneath his length, and the tip buried deep in Ness’s throat. It feels so fucking incredible.
Kaiser should’ve asked his puppy to do this for him before, this little thought fades away as fast as it comes.
He decides to reward him by taking into his hands a big chunk of Ness’s hair and pulling it. Ness intends to make a sound, sending delicious vibrations through Kaiser’s cock.
He begins to move his head up and down, while sliding his hand across Kaiser’s thigh. Kaiser unintentionally pushes Ness’s head down as his body reacts to the pleasurable friction.
Up and down.
Kaiser knows he’s making a lot of embarrassing sounds, but he doesn’t really care about it now, concentrating all his attention on the man he loves swallowing his dick.
— Good boy — Kaiser moans, encouraging him.
Ness hums, mouth full of cock. Kaiser grins. One of Kaiser’s hands, while the other are pulling Ness’s hair, starts seeking support by grabbing his nape.
He can feel he is already getting close, something spiralises in his low abdomen, like a wick on the verge of explosion.
— Lex — He moans as a warning. — I’m…
Ness gets his head a little up, just to lick and suck the right spot at Kaiser’s tip — when did he learn that? — what immediately gets him to the edge.
Kaiser moans, spilling his mess at Ness's mouth, he finishes whispering a few nonsense words, Ness’s name being one of them.
Ness swallows all of the cum, cleaning it from his lips with the back of his hand.
Kaiser looks down at him, him with half-open eyes, his vision blurred in pleasure, Ness smiles between his legs, he wants this vision forever.
When the post-orgasm haze slips away, Kaiser notices Ness begins to touch himself over the fabric of his shorts, squeezing his dick desperately chasing some relief. How pitiful.
Kaiser grabs his wrist. — Let me.
Ness practically melts at his touch. — I’m already close — Murmurs.
By blowing him? Interesting.
Kaiser undresses Ness, taking his shorts and his boxers down to his legs in one quick movement.
He gets his dick wrapped around his fingers, it’s pretty big, he can feel his face turning red at the view. He gives a test stroke, Ness gives him a little gasp.
And then Kaiser starts moving his hand, slow and provocative, determined to extract more of these sweet sounds from Ness’s mouth. He looks at his best friend as he jerks him off. Ness looks so unstably beautiful, with his quicken breathing, cheeks flustered, half open mouth, and wet-look hair because of the dry dye. He wants to burn this image into memory.
More and more desperate sounds escape from Ness’s mouth, but Kaiser never speeds up his movements. It is almost pitiful, the frustrated, abandoned look at Ness’s face.
— Why are you doing this to me? — Cries.
Ness, searching for his own pleasure, starts to hide at Kaiser’s hand, fucking his palm desperately. He looks so savagely pretty this way, Kaiser smiles.
— Oh, oh god. — Ness gasps, getting on his edge.
He cums, messing Kaiser’s hand and shirt all over. His eyes are dark and blurred by the pleasure, his grip at Kaiser’s thighs weakening.
And then, finally, Kaiser starts to move his hand, as fast as he can. Ness chokes and moans, begging. Begging for what? For him to stop? Or for him to continue?
Ness hides his face in the curve of Kaiser’s neck, shaking, even his lowest sounds perfectly audible now. He does a few cries and whines, saying such incomprehensible words.
— I can’t understand you. — Kaiser hums.
Ness just moans at him, incapable of formulating actual words. In a last loud cry, Ness cums by the second time in the last three minutes.
They just breathe for a moment, enjoying each other’s company as the sex haze fades away.
Ness looks up at him. — We need to shower.
— Hm.
Maybe they can talk about what the hell they are now another day.
[…] 🌺
— Damn expensive dye… — Kaiser grumbled, staring at his hand, which was still stained pink after three washes.
— Kaaaiserrr! — Ness called out, drawing out his name impatiently. — We’re going to be late, it’s five to eight!
— Shit! This dye of yours won't come off, Lex! — His voice sounded muffled from behind the bathroom door.
— Should’ve thought of that sooner… — Ness hummed softly.
— I HEARD THAT!
— LET'S GOOO… — he pleaded. — Noa’s going to kill us… — he lamented.
— FUCK THAT GUY!
When Kaiser stepped out of the bathroom, Ness carefully examined his neck. It was the best they could manage, the foundation hadn't covered everything, but most of the bruises were barely noticeable.
Ness grabbed his hand and made a move to pull him along, but Kaiser quickly turned the tables, dragging him down the hallway by the sleeve of his shirt. Ness smiled.
They arrived at the training field ten minutes late — together.
Some of the Japanese Blue Lock bastards stared at them, but only Isagi dared to say anything.
— THE HELL ARE YOUR HANDS PINK? — Yoichi shouted from a few meters of distance.
Ness nearly choked.
— AND YOURS ARE BLUE?
— Paying this close attention to me, Yoichi? — Kaiser provokes. — Keep your voice down, it’s eight in the morning. — He waves his hand dismissively and walks away. Ness follows him, smiling.