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Act III: Dirty Little Secret

Inside the locker room, Zazi had Giera’s skinny arms pinned against the wall beside the door. Giera was such a weakling compared to Zazi. Giera always bowed down to Zazi’s demands. Zazi knew that, and he took advantage of it.
“Zazi, let me go. Someone will see us!”
“Like who?” he asked, trailing his clawed hand down along Giera’s side. Giera hesitated with an answer far too long to come up with anything convincing.
“The… the janitor! He’ll see us! Or the… sphere pool tenders!” his voice began to waver as Zazi’s hand trailed lower, to his groin.
“Gi, the janitors and tenders have gone home for the day. Besides… the doors are locked to anyone else that may… interrupt.” His thin lips turned up into a wicked smile, as he ran his tongue along his sharp teeth. He was so amused by Giera’s innocence. The silly little excuses he’d conjure up, just to avoid a confrontation. Giera knew it was futile to resist any further, s fin finally just let his body react to Zazi’s touches… his desires.
“Zazi…” Giera whimpered, looking at his estranged lover.
“Shut up. Just take it.” Zazi commanded, as he began to roughly squeeze at Giera’s groin. Giera was stifling small murmurs of protest. Zazi wasn’t one to wait or take his time. Impatience was a virtue in his book. Reaching both his hands up, he grabbed hold of Giera’s thin robe and tore it from his body.
“Zazi… not now… it still… hurts…” Giera whimpered, shutting his eyes while his pants followed his robes carelessly to the floor.
“Impossible. I broke you a long time ago…”
“Please don’t… give me a few more days…”
“Shut up. I said to take it. Quit being a little boy.” Zazi growled, before he engulfed Giera’s lips with his own. Giera didn’t put up any sort of struggle. He knew better than that. Zazi quickly unfastened the straps on his jumper and climbed out of the rest of his uniform, careful to keep Giera’s trembling, naked, body pinned to the wall. Giera anticipated the worst. His back gate was still very sore from their earlier throw. This would be Giera’s third time at the mercy of Zazi’s sexual tension.
Before the Blitz Ball game, Nav had instructed Zazi to go register the Guado Glories at the front desk. Zazi coaxed Giera into coming with him, and so, he did. They both went and registered the team, but they didn’t go run laps around the docks, as said. Zazi had dragged Giera to the sixth dock, behind all of the crates… and there, he ravaged him. Zazi didn’t know how to be gentle, he didn’t know how to love. He only knew lust and pleasure.
Giera didn’t understand, his heart beat true to Zazi. He loved him. But it was just not to be. Giera never had a choice, it was always Zazi’s way, but Giera didn’t mind, he’d do anything to please his lover. Anything. Giera was prepared to take all the pain. Giera moaned between bruising kisses from Zazi. The inevitable was at hand…
Zazi kept his lips locked onto Giera’s as he lifted the younger Guado’s legs over the bends of his arms, he held his trembling body for a moment, as his blue eyes stared deep into Giera’s burning sapphires. For a second, Zazi felt a small prick of guilt, but only for a second. Zazi lowered Giera’s hind over his throbbing member. Giera let out a painful sob into Zazi’s mouth as he was penetrated.
Zazi left no time for adjustments, he roughly slammed up into Giera’s tender entrance, over and over, his own mouth barely able to muffle his own cries of ecstasy. Empty tears trickled from Giera’s eyes, he clutched onto Zazi, as the heated moment reached its climax. Giera felt like his heart stopped beating as Zazi came inside him with a roar. Giera wrapped his lanky arms around Zazi’s neck as he sobbed. Zazi lowered them to the cool, tiled floor; Giera sat limply upon Zazi’s lap, still crying.
“Shh… that wasn’t so bad, you’re still alive, aren’t you?” Zazi asked, turning Giera’s face toward his own. Giera gave no answer, he was in too much pain to be responsive. It wasn’t physical pain this time. It still hurt, but the emotional pain overpowered it. Zazi merely thought it was physical pain. He was too arrogant to realize the other. He wiped Giera’s tears away and lifted him up to stand.
“I’m gonna go to the Bar. I’ll see you around.” Zazi already assumed that Giera probably didn’t want to go.
Giera still said nothing. He really had nothing to say. They both dressed in silence, and finally left the locker room. It was afternoon, so the day was still unfinished. Zazi proceeded to the Bar, he would still get his kicks. Giera slowly made his way to the Inn, his mind was a whirl. He wrapped his arms around his torso, almost clinging to himself.
He made sure that he was presentable to the passer-by in Luca, before he left the locker room. Fortunately for him, the robes that he wore were designed to look slightly tattered at the hems. No one would notice that the robe was a bit more ragged than usual. He was glad. Glancing around, he did start to feel a little alienated, by the looks he was getting from the people that walked by him.
Did he smell funny? Was there blood somewhere that he didn’t see? Giera became very uneasy. It was almost like the people knew what he just did. The wicked deed that was committed. He let out a ragged breath and tightened his hold around his torso, while quickening his pace to get to the Inn… much rest would be needed.

Act IV: Secret Admirer

Night time actually had a peaceful setting in Luca, despite the hustle of Blitz Ball teams going to their rooms at the many Inns. The air was quite cool, soothing after all the day’s excitement. Pah was leaned against the frame of a window that over-looked the stadium and docks numbers five and six. He sighed heavily as he watched lights go out one by one.
Giera was lying down on his bed, staring at the ceiling. He and Pah were always room mates during the Blitz Ball season. He breathed lightly, the tension seemed to increase with ever sigh Pah emitted. He had a feeling that Pah knew something… something he shouldn’t know. Giera couldn’t stand the silence any longer; he turned his head on the pillow to address the light blue-haired Guado.
“Pah… what’s on your mind?” he asked, deciding to sit up, with quite a struggle. Pah said nothing, he only turned to face Giera with a look of concern. Giera stared at him, awaiting an answer to his question. He would wait all night if he had to. After a few moments hesitation, Pah finally replied.
“What is it… with you and Zazi?” Pah asked with the gentleness of a small child. Giera would have been shocked, had he not already suspected that Pah knew something already. His body simply slumped at the question. How could he even begin to explain such a complicated matter? What could he even say that would make any sense?
“Well… what do you think is going on…?” Giera said, keeping his eyes focused on the bedding.
“I don’t rightly know… I’m a bit in the dark…”
“Forgive me… but I think it’s best that you stay in the dark… Pah…”
“Nonsense, is there something wrong? You better tell me, Giera-Guado. I’m your best friend. You’ve always told me everything… and then…” he paused and sighed, looking to the floor, “Zazi came into your life… like some mysterious spell.” Pah’s hairless brow furrowed into a sad expression. Giera’s face became riddled with apparent sadness. Pah stepped over to Giera’s bed and sat down beside him.
“Tell me what’s wrong. I have a feeling that I know what it is… but it must go deeper than anything I can imagine… I promise I’ll not think differently of you.” He then laid his hand on Giera’s shoulder, looking at him. Giera still kept his eyes glued on the bedding to his left side.
“What I will tell you is… is wrong… immoral… against any ways of life… any… any teachings……” Giera’s voice wavered, then faded as a few tears slowly trickled from his intense blue eyes.
“Giera…” Pah murmured as he dabbed his tears away, “It isn’t that bad… I already know what you’re talking about Giera… because… because I…” He sighed deeply and looked away, “Forget it. But… I care about you, and I say that it isn’t wrong, Giera.” There was a long silence, save for Giera’s small sniffles. Pah rubbed his back to try and calm him. Giera finally bled his heart out.
“I’m in love with Zazi… I love him… but he doesn’t love me back! I try everything to get him to understand… all he does is use me as some-some sort… of-of p-pleasure toy!” Giera hunched over and began to sob wildly.
“I hate it! I wished he’d stop! I just… I just want a normal relationship with him… but I know he’s ashamed of me… because… we’re both… male… but… I still love him…” He finally quieted down, taking gasps instead of breaths. Pah only bowed his head, he had been right the whole time. He already knew the way Giera was… the way Zazi was… and the way… he, himself was. A little part of him was crushed at the mentioning of Giera’s undying love for Zazi… but he left his personal feelings out of the picture. He didn’t really want to cause any further sorrow.
“Why didn’t you tell me this before? You can always come talk to me… always. Have you been keeping this inside you all of this time? It isn’t healthy…” Pah gently grabbed Giera’s slender wrist and rubbed it with care. Giera looked up at Pah with an expression like he knew how Pah truly felt about him. Giera bowed his face, he was slightly flattered and ashamed at the same time. He was too set on Zazi to even notice that Pah was there…
“I’m sorry, Pah… you shouldn’t have heard any of this…” Giera looked at Pah once more.
“No, it’s completely alright. I’m glad that you told me, I’ve been so worried about you…” He smiled lightly and welcomed Giera into an embrace. Giera leaned into Pacheschest, still crying a bit. He felt so safe in Pah’s arms, like nothing could ever harm him… How he wished he could find that sort of security in Zazi’s arms.
“Just don’t worry about it… Zazi is only a… a big jerk!” Pah leaned his head stop Giera’s, careful not to take out an eye with his spiny hair. “He’ll come around… you’ll simply have to make him work for you. There must be something you can do to get his affection…” he paused, trying to think of something funny, “Hey! Yell at him! You see how well it works when the captain does it. Show Zazi who’s boss!” Pah smiled to himself, the moment was wonderful… he could remember wanting just to hold Giera. Just one chance… to hold him so close, and yet so far. Giera moved his head and looked up at Pah, his tear stained face glimmering in the light.
“Thank you, Pah…” That was the last thing said before the two finally dressed for bed and went to sleep. The Guado Glories would need a lot of rest, as there were nine more games of Blitz Ball left in the league. Practice was on their side until the Grand Tournament. The Glories could probably just play a few games here and there, and still have a chance to win the tournament, but Navara insisted that the more fame they get, the higher the chance that the elders back in Guadosalam would appoint him as Lord. The ten league games were a must.