Hey, sweeties ! So, here's my first fanfic that I post on FFN. As a great fan of GouKi (and of these two characters), I decided to write one. I feel inspired by IshidoShuuji & Addicted Penguin's fanfics. They're my reference. I love too much their fanfics. And I know IshidoShuuji is a great fan of this ship too so, I wrote it thinking of her and two people from Tumblr who are writing an amazing rp (who are also fans of this ship and inspired me a lot too. Thanks guys :3 !)
Just to be clear, it's in Inazuma Eleven Go. So they're adults (I would say they're the same age) and Gouenji is actually Ishido Shuuji, the Holy Emperor of the Fifth Sector. I'll not say more because I don't want to spoil the reading.
Oh yeah ! Sorry for the eventual mistakes. I didn't check all the chapter.
Enjoy !~
That could only be fate. It's said that everything has a purpose in its life, a role in the Universe, an existence that wasn't due to chance. Kidou knew it well. If he was in the main building of the Fifth Sector today, straight and motionless at the foot of the stairs where the leader of this great organization was enthroned, the master of the game that he was no longer, wasn't by chance. He had embarked himself.
An unhealthy silence hovered in the too stifling air. Or else it was because of his lungs compressed by the anguish and the discomfort of that piercing gaze thundering him from afar. The chestnut swallowed silently, trying not to pay attention to the dampness of his hands. With some anxiety, Teikoku's coach waited impatiently for the man's orders seated on this imposing throne. They were alone.
"Kidou, you know why I summoned you here ?" The blond suddenly asked in an indescribable voice.
The chestnut lowered his head.
"I guess it was to talk about the competition", the other replied in the most neutral tone possible.
Yet he knew that the other had noticed his trembling voice, his uncertain air, his hesitation to run away from this man, far from Ishido Shuuji. He had to admit it. He was struggling to face the man who no longer had a trace of the sensitive blond boy and yet endowed with a flaming mind that he had once known.
Kidou gave himself a mental slap and said to himself that this wasn't the time to think about this kind of thing. Especially in his presence..
Ishido didn't hide his trouble with his attitude. He leaned his head to the side like a curious child, a few blond locks falling in front of his face, masking the dark apple of his eyes. Kidou swallowed again in face of the enormous curiosity that the Emperor was now carrying. He watched him for a long time before finally getting up.
"Let's go to my room".
The chestnut brusquely raised his face to the other, a mixture of surprise and fright deforming his regular features of a youth in full bloom. Ishido sent him a more than disturbing smile. Did he laugh at him, or was he really amused ? Kidou didn't look further, ignoring his heart beating in his chest.
"Gou- I mean, Ishido. I don't think it's very reasonabl-"
"There's no problem", Ishido suddenly cut, taking Kidou out of court. "Unless you have one ?"
He thought he was going to die on the spot. He knew Ishido was his new 'enemy', the man with a corrupt soul who had nothing to do with the person he once was. But his thin lips twisted into a seductive smile, his pleated eyes burning with a flame whose origin was unknown to him, his drawn features, his sensual gestures and his way of walking indolently towards him, sent a shiver through his whole body.. And Ishido was fully aware of it. This staging was usual for him. And it was more delicious when he knew that it worked on the man he coveted most, an old friend ignorant of this covetousness and obsession that he carried to him day after day.
The blond stopped at the trainer, close enough to feel his scent intoxicating already all his senses. No less..
"So, Kidou ?" Ishido asked softly as he bent over him, his unbuttoned shirt revealing a little of his swarthy skin.
The man, with a great effort, turned to the other and connected their looks, even if his was masked by his eternal tinted glasses. What wasn't so bad, in the end.
"No, I have no problem with that", Kidou finally retorted.
Ishido stood motionless for a moment, a smile on his lips. He let his eyes wander for a moment on his interlocutor's face, before gently approaching, seeing with amusement Kidou's great effort not to retreat.
With his mouth close to his ear, Ishido could see his hairs standing on his neck, and the layer of sweat that enveloped it.. He blew on his ear, causing an uncontrolled shudder from the other adult. Nothing but this vision provoked his irresistible urge to embrace this smooth, white skin, to leave his mark in that neck and throat where his Adam's apple was regularly rolling, sign of his extreme anxiety. Who would have thought he could have been so hungry ?
"I promise you I will not bite you", the Emperor said.
And by his words, he let his lips brush past his owner's lobe before retreating, smiling broadly at his red cheeks.
"Let's go, Kidou".
He bit his lower lip, his fists clenched. And he finally decided to move with a certain apprehension. Kidou followed, without flinching, the blond through the labyrinth of corridors. A road that seemed endless until the Emperor's suite. With his eyes on his back, Kidou imagined all sorts of scenarios, some unpleasant, others that he formally forbade himself to think.
It was now 11:57 pm. It was 20 minutes ago that Kidou came to the Fifth Sector. While he was sleeping, his head collapsed on the pile of papers scattered on his desk, he had received a message. Not an official e-mail, no. A private message from the Emperor himself on his mobile phone. Kidou had been surprised, and had wondered all the way up there why the other called him so late. Usually, he sent him an e-mail so he could see him the next day, or agreed to an appointment in a bar.
Sometimes he invited him to join him, supposedly to speak 'business'. But this always ended with embarrassing remarks, inappropriate talks or implicit gestures, making him feel uncomfortable and eventually making him leave. Ishido always tried to make him drink, and he sometimes had to refuse politely, without raising suspicions, or to stop himself because he was too afraid that something he would regret would happen. The blonde had changed a lot. Or maybe he had hidden this long dark side for all this time..
Kidou swallowed, bitter at this thought. And suddenly he hit the blond. He raised his head, grumbling, massaging his painful nose. They had arrived. The other opened the door wide, and went to the side to let him pass first.
"Do not worry, Kidou. Enter then into my humble dwelling", he said with a big smile.
The chestnut said nothing, contenting himself with entering. Ishido closed the door behind him. He passed by, giggling as he saw his jaw hanging in stupor.
"Do not tell me you never saw a suite, Kidou ?"
As big as this one, never. Compared to his suite, his apartment looked like a broom closet. His apartment was close to the city center, the price of the rent being therefore quite high. But Kidou didn't want to imagine the exorbitant price that the other had to pay. Nothing but furniture was luxury, a luxury that even Kidou couldn't afford with his poor salary as a coach of one of the best teams in the country. No less.
Kidou stepped a few steps, observing his surroundings as the Emperor threw his red jacket on the black leather sofa enthroned near the large bay window, where the city shone through the lights typical of large areas. The blonde approached the bar with an exotic wood where a series of bottles were lined up in front of him. He motioned to Kidou to approach. The other executed, still keeping a certain distance of security.
"Take this jacket off. Put yourself comfortable ! Make yourself at home, Kidou", the blond said with a smirk, taking a bottle of whiskey and two glasses.
"Whiskey. Do you mind ?"
"You know very well that I cannot drink. There is a training session tomor-" he began.
"Stop being so stuck, Kidou ! Just a glass", the blond cut a second time. It was a bad habit, apparently.
Kidou didn't answer and only nodded his head. Ishido's smile widened. He put down the glasses and allowed time for the chestnut to remove the garment from his shoulders, placing it gently near his, while pouring an equal amount of amber yellow liquid into each of the glasses.
The coach came back to him, and reluctantly accepted the alcohol. Ishido leaned back at the bar, carrying the glass to his lips. From the corner of his eyes, he watched without hiding, the profile of his guest. Kidou, drinking his glass in sips, turned in his direction to see him smile, the same sparkling brilliance in his dark brown eyes. He felt the same strange sensation in the depths of his chest, and, embarrassed, he cleared his throat, and advanced some distance, his glass already half empty in his hand.
"So, what was that thing you wanted to talk to me about ?"
Ishido was turning the liquid in his glass, always smiling. Before turning to Kidou, raising the glass in his direction.
"Let's take advantage of this moment together, will you ? We have not been among friends for a long time".
The last words had been uttered with caution, and Kidou thought he heard a certain bitterness in the other's voice. Yes, it had been years since they had not spent time together. But strangely, Kidou didn't feel guilty. He wasn't the culprit in this room..
"It's good, isn't it ? This whiskey", Ishido replied, seeing the coach's questioning face.
"Yes, it's true", Kidou agreed.
It was good, compared to others he had tasted until now. And fortunately, it wasn't strong. Kidou had always hated the alcohols that burned his throat, almost like a fire inside him. Even if it was sometimes good to drink a high-temperature alcohol, he preferred to stick to mild alcohol. Or don't drink at all.
Ishido had finished his drink. That didn't surprise him. Kidou had been surprised one day to see him drinking vodka shots. He must have been used to it.
He put the object on the counter before straightening and stretching while yawning, revealing his abs through the transparent shirt. Even if he didn't train like before, he kept his form.
He sighed.
"Tell me, Kidou".
"Hm ?"
"Are you dating someone ?"
Kidou, about to drink the rest of the whiskey, jumped and spilled all the liquid on him, his shirt sticking to his skin, causing an unpleasant sensation. With his eyes wide open behind his glasses, he stared furiously at the Emperor with a mixture of incredulity.
"What is that shitty question ?" Kidou muttered, posing his glass to look at the damage.
Ishido, smiling broadly - was he laughing at him again ? - sighed again and gently approached him. Kidou froze, and gently raised his head to the other.
"No need to be rude, Kidou. Don't tell me you're still embarrassed by these kinds of questions ? We aren't the 13 year old kids, innocent and ignorant of everything anymore".
He stopped in front of him. They were the same size, but Kidou had the bad impression of seeing the other more imposing, more.. intimidating. He swallowed in spite of himself.
Their faces were only separated by a few inches. Kidou could see himself in the Emperor's eyes. He could feel the other's warm air against his skin, see his pulpy lips moistened by his owner, his small dimples, feel his cologne that had cost a fortune. And above all, feel the tension that had settled quickly between them..
"To say that a few years ago, I saw you as my best friend", Ishido murmured suddenly, more for himself.
Kidou didn't understand the meaning behind this sentence. The tension had increased.
The blond didn't say a word, his habitually mocking expression flied like a gust of wind.
"Ishido.."
"Kidou, I have something to ask you".
He opened his eyes wide. Ishido had used a serious tone, a tone so rare in him. What was he about to ask ? What he was certain of was that it was an important thing, which was important to him. Was it linked to the Fifth Sector ? To be honest, Kidou saw nothing else. But to send him a private message and take him in his suite, it must have been of great importance.
"What do you have to ask, Ishido ?"
The other, who had lowered his head, raised it to him and a thin smile split in his face. He let his fingers ganbad into unknown territory, not paying attention to the embarrassment that the person concerned was experiencing.
"Humans are ignoble and selfish beings. Everything they undertake always serves their interest. The relations they have play a very important part in their ambition".
Ishido's fingers crossed the lines of his abs. Kidou bit his lip, keeping his head high as Ishido watched the layout of his fine fingers.
"Yes, the human is a beast to be tamed to be able to understand it, to be able to understand from where it seeks all this greed, that thirst for power, that desire for dominance, that irresistible desire to control everything to obtain what it wishes the most".
Now it was the turn of his nails to pass over the Kidou's visible skin. It tickled a little, but Teikoku's coach said nothing, awakened by a strange curiosity to the words uttered by the Emperor, avoiding paying attention to this strange sensation similar to the other one of a while ago.
"I'm not like them..", the blonde murmured, clenching his teeth, clawing at Kidou, who bit his lip even harder to keep from groaning in pain.
His Adam's apple rolled in his throat, his heart pounding in his ribcage. His throat was knotted. The Emperor's words were echoed in his mind, repeating the same stamp of deep bitterness and hatred that he would not have believed present in the man who faced him. Maybe that..
"You need my help.. Am I right, Gouenji ?"
The other suddenly raised his head to the listening of that name, and glared at the other, his features distorted by a slight anger. Kidou remained impassive, looking deliberately at the other adult.
His usual charming smile reappeared, and he waved his head. He chuckled. And as he had done just a bit earlier , his mouth was close to his ear. But this time, Kidou didn't even try to retreat. Another shiver ran through his spine.
"What daring. Speaking like that to the Holy Emperor.. You love to live dangerously", the Emperor whispered warmly in his ear, releasing his neck of his long hair, again discovering this attractive skin.
"That's why I'm here", the other retorted.
His smile widened.
"So help me.. Kidou-kun".
