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The night air in Monaco was thick with the scent of wealth—cologne, champagne, and the salty tang of the Mediterranean drifting through the open terrace doors. The event was a glittering affair, a rare gathering of the world’s most elite young footballers, the New Generation World 11 or NG11, hosted in a sprawling cliffside villa overlooking the moonlit harbor. Chandeliers cast golden light across marble floors, and the hum of conversation mingled with the clink of crystal glasses. It was a night meant for networking, for posturing, for the best of the best to size each other up under the guise of civility. But for some, civility was a thin veneer, and the tension in the air was as palpable as the alcohol flowing freely.
At one of the high tables near the edge of the terrace, four figures found themselves drawn together, not by choice but by the cruel whims of chance—or perhaps the organizers’ twisted sense of humor. The table was a battlefield of egos, each man a titan in his own right, representing the pinnacle of their respective teams: Re Al, Bastard München, Ubers, and FC Barcha. The conversation was anything but pleasant, a slow-burning fuse of arrogance, grudges, and barely concealed disdain.
“Yo, Micha!” a loud voice cut through the ambient chatter, drawing heads from nearby tables. Don Lorenzo leaned back in his chair, gold teeth glinting as he grinned wide enough to light up the room. His posture was loose, one arm slung over the back of his seat, a glass of amber liquor dangling from his fingers. “Didn’t expect to see you here, man. Thought you’d be too busy posing for some German magazine cover.”
Michael Kaiser, seated across from him, didn’t bother to hide his scowl. His fingers tightened around the stem of his wine glass, the liquid inside catching the light like blood. “Lorenzo,” he said, his voice low and clipped, “if you call me that one more time, I’m going to shove that glass down your throat.”
Lorenzo laughed, a boisterous sound that echoed off the marble walls. “Oh, come on, Micha, lighten up! We’re in Monaco, baby! This is where the big dogs play, and you’re sittin’ at the table with the best.” He gestured expansively at the other two men at the table, his grin never faltering.
Sae Itoshi, seated to Kaiser’s left, didn’t acknowledge the comment. His gaze was fixed on the harbor beyond the terrace, his expression as unreadable as ever. The faint glow of the moonlight reflected in his eyes, giving him an almost ethereal detachment, like he was above the noise and posturing around him. He swirled the untouched drink in his hand, the ice clinking softly against the glass.
The fourth man, Bunny Iglesias, leaned forward, elbows on the table, his lips curved into a sly, infuriating grin. “Big dogs, huh?” he said, his voice smooth and teasing, like he was savoring every word. “Guess that makes you the loudest barker, Lorenzo. But we all know barking doesn’t win games.”
Lorenzo threw his head back and laughed again, unbothered. “Man, I like you, Bunny! You got that chill vibe, bet we'll get along just fine. Ain’t that right?”
Bunny’s grin widened, his eyes glinting with mischief. “You tell me. I’m just here for the drinks and the view.” His gaze flicked briefly to Sae, who still hadn’t looked at him, and the grin took on a sharper edge. “Some views are better than others.”
Sae’s jaw tightened, almost imperceptibly, but he said nothing. Kaiser, catching the exchange, raised an eyebrow, his lips curling into a faint, disdainful smirk. “Careful, Iglesias,” he said, his tone dripping with mockery. “You’re playing with fire, and you’re not nearly as clever as you think you are.”
Bunny tilted his head, unfazed. “Oh, Kaiser, you wound me. And here I thought we were all friends tonight.”
“Friends?” Sae finally spoke, his voice cold enough to cut glass. He turned his head just enough to fix Bunny with a stare that could freeze blood. “Don’t flatter yourself.”
The air at the table grew heavier, the tension coiling like a spring. Lorenzo, oblivious or simply unbothered, raised his glass. “To not being friends, then!” he declared, downing the contents in one go. “Let’s drink to that, yeah?”
Kaiser rolled his eyes but took a sip of his wine, clearly more out of habit than agreement. Sae didn’t move, his drink still untouched. Bunny, however, raised his glass with a mock salute, his eyes never leaving Sae’s. “To old times,” he said, his voice soft but laced with something dangerous.
Sae’s eyes narrowed, but he didn’t respond. The silence was deafening, broken only by Lorenzo’s cheerful humming as he flagged down a waiter for another round.
~~~~~~~
The table was a microcosm of their world—four players from different corners of the globe, each carrying the weight of their reputation, their rivalries, and their unspoken histories. Lorenzo was the loudest, his energy infectious but grating to those who preferred control over chaos. Kaiser, with his theatrical arrogance, seemed to revel in the attention, though his sharp tongue betrayed a mind always calculating, always looking for an edge. Sae was a fortress, his silence a weapon, his every word chosen with surgical precision. And Bunny—Bunny was the wildcard, his easy charm and teasing demeanor masking a cunning that set everyone else on edge.
As the night wore on, the conversation ebbed and flowed, a mix of barbed insults and reluctant camaraderie. Lorenzo dominated the chatter, recounting a recent match where Ubers had crushed their opponents, his hands gesturing wildly as he described a particularly brutal tackle. “Man, the guy went down like a sack of bricks! I swear, I could hear his ego crack from the sidelines.”
Kaiser snorted, leaning back in his chair. “Sounds like you’re compensating for something, Lorenzo. Big tackles don’t mean much when you’re stuck playing defense.”
“Defense wins games, Micha,” Lorenzo shot back, grinning. “You’d know that if you ever bothered to look behind you on the pitch.”
Bunny chuckled, his fingers tracing the rim of his glass. “He’s got a point, Kaiser. You’re too busy striking poses to notice the real work happening behind you.”
Kaiser’s eyes flashed with irritation. “Keep talking, Iglesias. Maybe one day you’ll score a goal worth mentioning.”
“Oh, I’ve scored plenty alright,” Bunny said, his tone light but his eyes flicking to Sae again. “Some more memorable than others.”
Sae’s grip on his glass tightened, the ice clinking as his hand shifted. “You’re pathetic,” he said quietly, the words sharp enough to draw blood. “Always chasing what you can’t have.”
Bunny’s grin didn’t falter, but his eyes darkened, a flicker of something unreadable passing through them. “Who says I’m chasing?” he murmured, leaning closer to Sae. “Maybe I’m just reminiscing.”
Kaiser watched the exchange with a mix of amusement and disdain. “You two are exhausting,” he said, taking another sip of his wine. “If you’re going to flirt, at least do it somewhere else. Some of us have better things to do.”
“Flirt?” Lorenzo laughed, slamming his hand on the table. “Man, this ain’t flirting. This is a straight-up soap opera! What’s the deal with you two, huh? Old teammates? Rivals? Lovers?”
Sae’s head snapped toward Lorenzo, his expression deadly. “Watch your mouth.”
Lorenzo raised his hands in mock surrender, still grinning. “Alright, alright, chill! I’m just sayin’, there’s history here, and I’m dyin’ to know what it is.”
“There’s nothing to know,” Sae said flatly, his tone final.
Bunny leaned back, his grin returning full force. “Oh, come on, Sae. Don’t be so cold. We had some good times, didn’t we?”
Sae didn’t respond, but the look he shot Bunny was pure venom. Kaiser, sensing the opportunity to redirect the conversation, leaned forward. “Let’s talk about something that actually matters,” he said, his voice smooth but edged with superiority. “Like how Bastard München is going to dominate the season while the rest of you scramble to keep up.”
Lorenzo laughed, undeterred. “Keep dreamin’, Micha. Ubers is gonna run circles around you. We got strategy, heart, and these.” He flashed his gold teeth, winking at the table.
Kaiser watches in disgust and rolled his eyes again, but Sae’s lips twitched, the closest he’d come to a smile all night. “At least we can agree on one thing,” Sae said, his voice low. “Lorenzo’s delusions are almost as bad as Iglesias’s.”
Bunny raised an eyebrow, his grin widening. “Ouch, Sae baby. You’re breaking my heart.”
“Good, and don't call me that” Sae shot back, his eyes cold.
Kaiser smirked, clearly enjoying the tension. “Finally, something we can both agree on,” he said, raising his glass to Sae. “To putting these two in their place.”
Sae didn’t return the gesture, but his silence was acknowledgment enough. Lorenzo, meanwhile, was already waving for another drink, oblivious to the undercurrents. Bunny just watched, his grin never fading, like he was savoring every moment of the chaos.
~~~~~~~
The drinks kept coming, each round more extravagant than the last—vintage whiskey, rare tequila, champagne that cost more than most people’s rent. The table was soon littered with empty glasses, the conversation growing looser, louder, more unfiltered. Lorenzo was in his element, toasting to everything from “the beautiful game” to “Monaco’s fine-ass yachts.” Kaiser matched him drink for drink, his competitive streak refusing to let him back down, though his sharp tongue grew sharper with every sip. Sae, usually so restrained, began to sip his drink, his eyes still fixed on the harbor but his posture loosening ever so slightly.
Bunny, meanwhile, was playing a different game. He sipped his drinks slowly, his eyes darting between the other three, his grin never faltering. He leaned forward, resting his chin on his hand, and dropped a bombshell. “You know,” he said, his voice casual but dripping with intent, “I was thinking. We’re all here, the best of the best. Why don’t we settle who’s really the top dog?”
Kaiser snorted, setting his glass down with a clink. “What, you want to play a match right here? On the terrace? You’re dumber than I thought.”
“Not a match,” Bunny said, his grin turning wicked. “A challenge. Simple. The one who drinks the most is the best player in the world.”
Sae let out a soft, derisive laugh. “That’s the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard.”
“Absolutely ridiculous,” Kaiser agreed, his tone dripping with disdain. “What’s next, Iglesias? Arm wrestling for the Ballon d’Or?”
Lorenzo, however, was already reaching for a fresh bottle of whiskey, his eyes gleaming. “Hell yeah, I’m in!” he declared, pouring himself a generous shot and downing it in one go. He slammed the glass down, grinning like a madman. “Come on, boys, don’t tell me you’re scared of a little competition!”
Kaiser’s eyes narrowed, his competitive streak flaring. “You think you can outdrink me, Lorenzo? You’re about to embarrass yourself.”
Sae’s expression darkened, his gaze flicking to Bunny. “This is your fault,” he said, his voice low and dangerous. “You and your stupid games.”
Bunny shrugged, his grin infuriatingly smug. “Don’t blame me, Sae. I’m just giving you a chance to prove you’re as good as you think you are.”
Sae’s jaw clenched, but he grabbed his glass and downed it in one swift motion, his eyes never leaving Bunny’s. “Fine,” he said, his voice like ice. “Let’s see how long you last.”
Kaiser, not one to be outdone, grabbed a bottle of tequila and poured himself a shot. “You’re all idiots,” he said, but he downed the shot anyway, his eyes blazing with defiance.
Lorenzo whooped, pouring another round for himself. “That’s the spirit! Let’s go, boys! World’s best player, right here at this table!”
Bunny raised his glass, his grin as sharp as a knife. “To the best,” he said, his eyes locked on Sae’s. “May the real king stand tall.”
~~~~~~~
The table became a warzone of empty bottles and slurred bravado. Lorenzo was the loudest, his voice carrying over the music as he recounted increasingly exaggerated stories of his exploits on and off the pitch. Kaiser matched him shot for shot, his usual composure fraying as his cheeks flushed and his insults grew more creative. Sae, usually so controlled, was visibly affected, his movements slower, his words sharper but less precise. Bunny, however, remained infuriatingly composed, his sips measured, his grin never wavering.
“Yo, Micha,” Lorenzo slurred, leaning across the table, “you ever think ‘bout how much money we’re worth? Like, I bet I could buy this whole damn villa with my contract.”
Kaiser laughed, a harsh, mocking sound. “You? You’re worth pocket change compared to me. Bastard München pays for talent, not loudmouths.”
Lorenzo grinned, unbothered. “Keep talkin’, Micha. I’ll be laughin’ all the way to the bank.”
Sae, his voice low and slurred, cut in. “You’re both pathetic. Chasing money like it means anything. The pitch is all that matters.”
Bunny leaned forward, his grin wicked. “Oh, Sae, you’re so serious. Loosen up a little. Have another drink. Maybe it’ll help you forget how much you hate me.”
Sae’s eyes flashed, but he grabbed another glass and downed it, his movements unsteady. “I don't hate you,” he said, his voice dangerously soft. “You’re just… nothing.”
Bunny’s grin widened, but his eyes were sharp, calculating. “Nothing, huh? Funny, you didn’t think that back in—”
“Shut up,” Sae snapped, his voice cutting through the haze. “Don’t you dare.”
Kaiser raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued but too drunk to pursue it. “You two are a mess,” he muttered, pouring himself another shot. “I’m surrounded by idiots.”
Lorenzo laughed, slamming his hand on the table. “Idiots who can drink you under the table, Micha! Come on, Bunny, you in or what?”
Bunny raised his glass, his movements slow and deliberate. “Oh, I’m in,” he said, his voice smooth as silk. “But I’m playing to win.”
~~~~~~~
The hours blurred, the table now a graveyard of empty bottles—whiskey, tequila, vodka, champagne, each one a testament to their stubborn refusal to back down. Lorenzo was the first to crack, his loud laughter turning into incoherent shouting as he stumbled to his feet, declaring he was going to “dance with the stars.” He grabbed Bunny’s arm, trying to pull him onto the dance floor.
“Come on, man!” Lorenzo slurred, his gold teeth flashing. “You and me, we’re gonna show these rich folks how it’s done!”
Bunny laughed, gently extricating himself. “Go ahead, Lorenzo. I’ll catch up.”
Lorenzo didn’t need to be told twice. He staggered toward the dance floor, joining a group of other players and socialites, his laughter echoing over the music. Kaiser watched him go, his head lolling slightly as he muttered, “Idiot.”
Sae was slumped in his chair, his eyes half-closed, his face flushed red. His usual composure was gone, replaced by a hazy, unfocused anger. Kaiser wasn’t much better, his movements sluggish, his sharp tongue dulled by the alcohol. Bunny, meanwhile, was barely tipsy, his eyes clear and his grin as infuriating as ever.
“Well, well,” Bunny said, leaning back in his chair, his voice low and teasing. “Look at you two. So much for being the best players in the world.”
Kaiser tried to glare, but his eyes were unfocused. “Shut… up,” he mumbled, his head dropping to the table.
Sae’s head snapped up, his gaze bleary but still sharp with hatred. “You… planned this,” he slurred, pointing an unsteady finger at Bunny. “You… bastard.”
Bunny’s grin widened, and he leaned forward, grabbing Sae’s chin with one hand. “Oh, Sae,” he murmured, his voice dripping with mockery. “It’s so easy to rile you up. You and your precious pride.”
Sae tried to pull away, but his movements were sluggish, his body betraying him. Bunny’s grip tightened, and he turned to Kaiser, grabbing his face with his other hand. “And you, Kaiser. All that arrogance, and look at you now. Passed out like a lightweight.”
Kaiser mumbled something incoherent, his eyes fluttering shut. Bunny laughed softly, his gaze flicking between the two of them. “So much for being the best,” he said, his voice low and dangerous. “You’re both so… beautiful like this.”
Sae’s eyes widened, a flicker of panic cutting through the haze. “Don’t… you dare,” he slurred, but his voice lacked its usual bite and his eyes are getting heavier and heavier.
Bunny leaned closer, his grin turning predatory. “Oh, I dare,” he whispered. “But don’t worry, love. I’ll take good care of you.”
With surprising ease, Bunny hoisted Sae and Kaiser up, one arm around each of them, and guided their stumbling forms through the villa. The party was in full swing, the music and laughter drowning out any attention their departure might have drawn. Bunny’s steps were steady, his grin never faltering as he navigated the marble halls to one of the private suites reserved for VIPs.
The room was dimly lit, the only light coming from the moon filtering through the floor-to-ceiling windows. Bunny eased Sae and Kaiser onto the plush bed, their bodies limp and heavy with alcohol. Sae mumbled something incoherent, his head lolling to the side, while Kaiser was already out cold, his breathing slow and steady.
Bunny stood over them, his grin softening into something almost tender. “Look at you,” he murmured, his voice low and husky. “So gorgeous, both of you. All that fire, all that pride… and here you are, completely at my mercy.”
He leaned down, brushing a strand of hair from Sae’s face, his fingers lingering on his cheek. “I missed this,” he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. “Missed you, Sae. Your body, your fire… everything.”
Sae stirred, his eyes fluttering open, but they were unfocused, clouded with alcohol and exhaustion. “You… bastard,” he slurred, but there was no strength behind the words. His eyes slowly shutting down.
Bunny chuckled, his lips brushing against Sae’s ear. “Oh, Sae,” he murmured. “You have no idea how much I’ve wanted this.”
He turned to Kaiser, his grin returning full force. “And you,” he said, his voice teasing but edged with something darker. “You’re just a bonus. A beautiful, arrogant bonus.”
Bunny’s hands moved with purpose, his touch both gentle and commanding as he leaned over them, his breath warm against their skin. The room was silent save for the soft sounds of their breathing, the distant hum of the party fading into the background. For Bunny, this was more than a game—it was a victory, a reclamation, a moment to savor the two men who had haunted his thoughts for far too long.
The private suite was a shadowed sanctuary, the moonlight slicing through the tall windows to bathe the room in a silver glow. The distant pulse of the party below was a faint echo, drowned out by the ragged breathing of Sae Itoshi and Michael Kaiser, their bodies heavy with alcohol and unconsciousness. Bunny loomed over them, his grin a wicked slash in the dim light, his eyes gleaming with a mix of triumph and something unhinged, a hunger that burned hotter than the Mediterranean night. He had played his game flawlessly, luring them into this moment, and now they were his to mold, to break, to claim.
Sae lay sprawled across the bed, his face flushed, his usually sharp features softened by the haze of intoxication. His lips were parted, his breaths shallow, his body betraying a vulnerability that was almost painful to witness. Kaiser, already lost to the depths of drunken slumber, was a study in fallen arrogance, his chest rising and falling unevenly, his face flushed red. Bunny’s gaze lingered on them, his grin widening as he took in the sight of two kings reduced to pawns. They were beautiful, he thought—Sae with his quiet, icy fire, Kaiser with his theatrical grandeur. And now, they were his canvas.
Bunny knelt on the bed, the mattress creaking under his weight. He leaned over Sae first, his fingers brushing against his cheek, tracing the sharp line of his jaw with a tenderness that clashed with the storm in his eyes. “Sae,” he murmured, his voice low and thick with something raw, something broken. “Fuck, I missed you so much.” His lips hovered over Sae’s, close enough to feel the faint heat of his breath. “You broke my heart, you know that? Just walked away like I was nothing. Didn’t even give me a chance to fight for you.” His grin faltered, a flicker of pain crossing his face before it hardened into something darker. “You don’t get to decide when we’re done, Sae. Not then. Not now.”
He pressed his lips to Sae’s, the kiss slow and possessive, savoring the taste of whiskey and defiance. Sae didn’t stir, his body limp, but the lack of resistance only fueled Bunny’s fire. He pulled back, his grin returning as he turned to Kaiser, whose head lolled to the side, his lips parted in drunken oblivion. “And you,” Bunny said, his voice dropping to a teasing, almost mocking drawl. “The great Blue Emperor, huh? All that swagger, all that fucking arrogance… I’m gonna tear it all down.” He leaned down, his lips brushing against Kaiser’s, the kiss rougher, hungrier, a promise of ruin. “You’re so fucking beautiful, Kaiser. I love beautiful things. And you? You’re gonna break so goddamn pretty for me.”
Bunny’s hands moved with a deliberate slowness, savoring every moment as he began to mark his territory. He moved back to Sae and sucked at the skin of his neck, his teeth grazing the sensitive flesh, leaving dark, bruising hickeys that bloomed like ink stains. Sae let out a soft, involuntary moan, his body reacting even in its unconscious state, and Bunny’s grin widened, his eyes glinting with satisfaction. “That’s it, Sae,” he murmured, his voice low and taunting. “Moan for me, you little bitch. You’re mine again.”
He moved to Kaiser, his lips finding the curve of his jaw, sucking hard enough to leave a constellation of marks across his throat. Kaiser’s moan was louder, more desperate, his hips twitching involuntarily as Bunny’s teeth scraped against his skin. “Fuck, look at you,” Bunny said, his voice dripping with mockery. “Bastard München’s golden boy, reduced to my little whore. You’re gonna take everything I give you, aren’t you?”
He worked methodically, stripping them of their clothes with a patience that bordered on obsessive. Sae’s shirt fell away first, revealing the lean, sculpted lines of his torso, his skin pale and unmarked save for the hickeys Bunny had left. Kaiser’s followed, his body a canvas of arrogance even in its vulnerability, his muscles taut and defined. Bunny’s hands roamed freely, tracing the contours of their bodies, his touch both reverent and cruel. “Such pretty fucking whores,” he said, his voice low and taunting. “All dolled up for me, begging to be fucked.”
Bunny positioned himself between them, his hands moving with a rhythm that was both calculated and deranged. He leaned over Sae, his tongue tracing the curve of his hip, teasing the sensitive skin before dipping lower, his lips and tongue working with a slow, deliberate hunger. At the same time, his fingers slipped inside Kaiser, a slow, stretching thrust that drew a low, broken moan from the unconscious man. “Fuck, Kaiser,” Bunny murmured, his voice thick with arousal. “You’re so tight for me. Such a good little slut.”
He switched, his mouth moving to Kaiser’s entrance, licking and sucking with a ferocity that bordered on feral, while his fingers found Sae, stretching him open with a roughness that pulled another moan from his lips. “You like that, don’t you, Sae?” Bunny taunted, his voice a low growl. “You can’t hide it. Your body’s begging for me, just like it used to.”
Back and forth he went, a conductor of chaos and lust, his hands and mouth working in tandem to unravel them. Sae’s moans were soft, almost delicate, his body trembling under Bunny’s touch. Kaiser’s were louder, more desperate, his hips twitching as Bunny pushed him to the edge. The room was filled with the sounds of their pleasure, their bodies responding even as their minds remained trapped in the fog of alcohol.
Bunny pulled back, sitting up to survey his work. The bed was a battlefield—Sae and Kaiser, flushed and marked, their bodies covered in hickeys, their clothes discarded in a heap on the floor. Sae’s face was turned into the pillow, his moans muffled but unmistakable, while Kaiser’s head lolled to the side, his lips parted, his breathing ragged. Bunny’s grin was wicked, his eyes gleaming with a deranged pride. “Fuck, look at you two,” he said, his voice thick with satisfaction. “My masterpiece. Two beautiful boys, all fucked up and mine. You thought you were untouchable, didn’t you? But you’re just my bitches now.”
He leaned down, pressing a slow, mocking kiss to Sae’s forehead, then Kaiser’s, his hands still moving, keeping them on edge. “You’re so fucking pathetic,” he murmured. “All that pride, all that ego… and here you are, moaning like whores for me.”
Bunny’s attention shifted to Kaiser, his grin taking on a sharper, more dangerous edge. “Let’s start with you, Blue Emperor,” he said, his voice dripping with curiosity and malice. “I’ve been dying to know what it’s like to wreck Bastard München’s golden boy. To fuck that tight little pussy of yours until you’re screaming my name.”
He positioned himself over Kaiser, his hands gripping the other man’s hips with a bruising force. Kaiser’s body was pliant, his breathing uneven, his face flushed with the remnants of alcohol and the haze of pleasure. Bunny didn’t rush, his movements slow and deliberate as he aligned himself, savoring the moment. “You’re gonna take it all, Kaiser,” he murmured, his voice low and taunting. “Every fucking inch.”
He pushed inside with a slow, deliberate thrust, drawing a low moan from Kaiser’s lips. The sound was intoxicating, and Bunny leaned down, his lips brushing against Kaiser’s ear. “That’s it, you little bitch,” he growled. “Moan for me. Show me how much you want it."
~~~~~~~
It felt like hours has gone by before Kaiser’s mind began to claw its way back to consciousness, the fog of alcohol parting like a torn curtain. His body ached, a deep, unfamiliar fullness radiating from his core. His eyes fluttered open, hazy and unfocused, but the reality of the situation crashed over him like a tidal wave. His body was rocking with each brutal thrust, pain and pleasure twisting together in a way that made his stomach churn. His gaze darted downward, and his heart stopped as he saw Bunny Iglesias above him, his grin wicked and unyielding, his hips driving into Kaiser with a force that made his vision blur.
“What the fuck!” Kaiser’s voice was hoarse, slurred, but the panic was raw, tearing through the haze. “You sick fuck! Get off me! This is fucking rape!” He thrashed weakly, his muscles sluggish and unresponsive, the alcohol still chaining his body. “I’ll fucking kill you, Iglesias! You hear me? You’re fucking dead!”
Bunny’s grin widened, his eyes glinting with a deranged amusement. “Well, look who’s awake,” he said, his voice smooth and mocking. “Welcome back, Kaiser. You’re just in time for the main event.” He picked up the pace, his thrusts growing deeper, rougher, each one tearing a scream from Kaiser’s throat. The sound was a chaotic mix of rage, pain, and something Kaiser refused to name, something that made his body betray him with every thrust.
“Stop it, you fucking bastard!” Kaiser shouted, his voice cracking as he tried to push back, his hands clawing at the sheets. “You’re a fucking monster! I’ll rip your goddamn throat out!”
Bunny laughed, a low, guttural sound that sent a shiver down Kaiser’s spine. “Oh, Kaiser,” he said, leaning down to press a mocking kiss to his forehead. “You’re so fucking pretty when you’re screaming. Keep fighting, it just makes this better, Micha~" His hips snapped forward, harder, deeper, and Kaiser’s scream turned into a broken cry, his body trembling under the onslaught.
Beside them, Sae stirred, his own consciousness flickering back to life. His eyes opened slowly, his vision clouded but sharpening with each passing second. The sight that greeted him was a nightmare—Bunny, towering over Kaiser, his movements relentless, his fingers buried deep inside Sae himself, stretching him open with a roughness that made him gasp. Sae’s heart pounded, his mind reeling as he registered the violation, the betrayal. “Bunny,” he rasped, his voice barely audible over Kaiser’s screams. “You fucking piece of shit… get the fuck off us…”
Bunny’s head turned, his grin softening into something almost tender as he looked at Sae. “There’s my boy,” he murmured, leaning down to kiss him, his lips rough and demanding. Sae tried to pull away, his body weak and unresponsive, but Bunny’s grip was unyielding. Sae spat in his face, a weak act of defiance that only made Bunny laugh, the sound wild and unhinged.
“Not in a fucking million years,” Sae hissed, his voice trembling with rage, his bangs falling over his eyes, making him look younger, softer, despite the fire in his chest. “You’re a fucking psychopath, Iglesias.”
Bunny’s laughter was manic, his eyes gleaming with a deranged lust. “Oh, Sae, I love it when you talk dirty,” he said, his voice dripping with mockery. He thrust harder, his fingers working Sae with a brutal precision that drew a choked moan from his lips. “You can spit all you want, but your body’s screaming for me. You’re mine, Sae. You always were.”
Kaiser’s screams grew louder, his voice hoarse and broken as Bunny ravaged him. “You fucking animal!” he shouted, his hands clawing at the bed, his body shaking with each thrust. “I’ll fucking destroy you for this! You hear me? You’re fucking done!”
Bunny’s grin was wicked, his eyes locked on Kaiser’s flushed, furious face. “Keep screaming, Micha,” he taunted, his voice thick with arousal. “You’re so fucking tight, you know that? This pussy’s mine now. My little Blue Emperor, all fucked up and begging for it.”
Sae’s gaze flickered to Kaiser, their eyes meeting in a moment of shared desperation. Without thinking, Kaiser’s hand reached out, finding Sae’s and gripping it tightly, their fingers interlocking as if to anchor themselves against the storm. Their eyes locked, and for a moment, the world narrowed to just the two of them—two broken and shattered kings, trapped in the jaws of a monster. Kaiser leaned closer, his lips brushing against Sae’s in a tentative peck, then deepening into a desperate, sloppy kiss, tongues tangling as they sought something to hold onto.
Bunny’s grin widened, his arousal spiking at the sight. “Fuck, that’s hot,” he groaned, his voice raw with pleasure. “Look at you two, kissing like a couple of sluts. My perfect little cumdumps, putting on a show for me.” He smacked their asses hard, the sound echoing in the room as both Sae and Kaiser jolted, their moans muffled against each other’s lips.
“You’re fucking disgusting,” Kaiser gasped, pulling back from the kiss, his voice trembling with rage and shame. “You’re a fucking sicko, Iglesias!”
Bunny laughed, his thrusts growing rougher, his fingers working Sae with a relentless rhythm. “Oh, Micha, you’re breaking my heart,” he mocked. “But you’re taking my cock so well, aren’t you? Look at you, tongue out, face all fucked up with pleasure. You’re my bitch now.”
Sae moaned into the pillow, his grip on Kaiser’s hand tightening as Bunny pushed him closer to the edge. “Fuck you,” he gasped, his voice breaking. “You’re a fucking monster… I’ll never forgive you for this…”
Bunny’s grin was predatory, his eyes gleaming with a deranged hunger. “Oh, Sae, you say that now,” he murmured, leaning down to kiss him again, his lips rough and possessive. “But you’re gonna love every second of this. You both are.”
The bed shook with the force of Bunny’s movements, the three bodies locked in a chaotic dance of dominance and submission. Kaiser’s screams reached a fever pitch, his body trembling as Bunny drove him over the edge. The pleasure was overwhelming, drowning out the pain, the anger, the shame. He came with a broken cry, his body shaking as Bunny groaned, planting himself deep inside and releasing with a guttural sound that was more animal than human. “Fuck, Kaiser,” Bunny growled, his voice raw with satisfaction. “This pussy’s mine now. My own little womb to fill.”
Kaiser’s vision blurred, his mind teetering on the edge of consciousness as Bunny claimed him completely. “You… fucking bastard,” he slurred, his voice weak, his body limp and trembling.
Bunny didn’t pause, his attention shifting to Sae, who was still clutching Kaiser’s hand, his face buried in the pillow as he moaned and cursed. “Please,” Sae whispered, his voice breaking, his eyes glistening with unshed tears. “No… fucking stop… I can’t…”
Bunny’s grin was wicked, his eyes gleaming with a deranged obsession. “Oh, Sae,” he murmured, positioning himself over him, his hands gripping Sae’s hips with a bruising force. “You don’t get to say no. Not to me.” He thrust inside with a single, brutal motion, drawing a choked cry from Sae’s lips. “Miss me, love?” he taunted, his voice low and dangerous as he leaned down, his lips brushing against Sae’s ear. “Miss this?”
Sae spat again, the gesture weak but defiant. “Fuck you,” he hissed, his voice trembling with rage and desperation. “I’d rather die than go back to you, you sick fuck.”
Bunny’s laughter was wild, his eyes gleaming with a manic intensity. “Oh, I love it when you fight,” he said, grabbing a fistful of Sae’s hair and pulling hard. He kissed him roughly, his tongue invading Sae’s mouth as he thrust deeper, harder, his breeding kink soaring. “You’re mine, Sae,” he growled, slapping him hard across the cheek. “My beautiful little whore. I fucking love you.”
Sae moaned, the sound torn between pain and pleasure, his body betraying him as Bunny ravaged him. Kaiser, still dazed from his release, gasped as Bunny’s fingers found his hole again, thrusting roughly, keeping him on edge. “Don’t think I forgot about you, Micha,” Bunny said, his voice dripping with malice. “You’re both mine tonight.”
“You’re a fucking devil,” Kaiser slurred, his voice weak but still laced with venom. “You’re gonna pay for this, Iglesias… I swear to God…”
Bunny’s grin was wicked, his thrusts growing frantic, his fingers working both of them with a relentless rhythm. “Keep talking, Micha,” he taunted. “It just makes me harder. You’re both so fucking perfect, moaning like the cheap prostitutes you are.”
The room was a symphony of chaos, the bed creaking under the force of Bunny’s movements, Sae and Kaiser’s moans mingling with their curses, their hands still clasped together as if to anchor themselves against the storm. Bunny’s pace grew frantic, his breaths coming in harsh pants as he chased his release. Sae’s moans grew louder, his body trembling as Bunny pushed him over the edge, his stomach swelling with the sheer volume of Bunny’s release. Kaiser followed moments later, the overstimulation tearing another broken cry from his lips, his body shaking as Bunny’s fingers drove him to another climax.
Bunny pulled out, his chest heaving as he sat back, his grin wicked and triumphant. The bed was a wreck, Sae and Kaiser sprawled across it, their bodies marked and bruised, their holes stuffed full of his cum, their stomachs swollen from the sheer excess, making them look pregnant. Sae’s face was pressed into the pillow, his breathing shallow, his consciousness slipping away. Kaiser’s eyes were half-open, his body limp and trembling, his mind shattered.
Bunny’s grin widened, his eyes gleaming with a deranged satisfaction as he looked down at them. “Fuck,” he murmured, his voice thick with pride. “Look at you two. My perfect little wives, all swollen with my seed.” His grin turned darker, his mind spiraling into a twisted fantasy. “I could keep you like this, you know. Knock you both up, make you carry my kids. You’d look so fucking pretty, waddling around, all mine. No more soccer, no more egos. Just you, my beautiful wives, living and waiting at home for me, while I'm out there winning.” He laughed softly, the sound low and unhinged, his eyes gleaming with a wicked delight.
He grabbed his phone, his grin never faltering as he snapped pictures of the scene—close-ups of their swollen, dripping holes, wide shots of their wrecked bodies, even a selfie with the two of them in the background, his smile sharp and predatory. “My masterpiece,” he murmured, his voice thick with satisfaction. “Two perfect pussies, all fucked out and mine.”
He leaned down, pressing a final kiss to Sae’s forehead, then Kaiser’s, his touch almost gentle in contrast to the brutality of the night. “Sleep well, my kings,” he whispered, his grin wicked as he stood, leaving them to the darkness of their unconsciousness.