The winner takes it all?
Disclaimer: Captain Tsubasa belongs to Yoichi Takahashi. I own nothing and I'm not earning any money with it.
Rating: +16
Warnings: shonen-ai, humor, fluff
Summary: victory kisses are not always granted.
Paring: Natureza x Karl-Heinz Schneider
The winner takes it all
Natureza pouted. Life was not fair. Not in the slightest.
They had won their match against B München, so now he wanted a victory kiss, but all he got was an icy death-glare.
It was true, Karl-Heinz Schneider was beautiful. Really beautiful.
At first he would have said that Karl was good looking, but that was when he only had seen him on photographs or on TV,
But after their first meeting, seeing him live in action, he agreed with everyone else that Karl-Heinz Schneider was breathtakingly beautiful.
This icy eyes, which could look so concentrated and could freeze you immediately. Or this beautiful red lips, which parted slightly to allow more into his lungs and shown wet temptingly beautiful.
He licked his lips. Mhmmm, yes, Karl was beautiful. And he would give what not to get him into bed with him.
This trained body with his six-pack and hard muscles. Mhmm, he would love to run his hands over this ivory skin, which contrasted so beautifully with his.
Yes, Natureza was in love with Karl- Heinz Schneider.
It was mystery how anyone could stand on the same pitch with him without having the desire to rape him then and there.
It really had cost him all his will power to do not so.
Not that he hadn't tried to get into as much body contact as he could. And every time their skin had touched, the butterflies in his stomach had danced a little wilder, had electricity run through his body.
It was a wonder that they had won today's match, because he hadn't played at his best; his mind had been too occupied with inappropriate pictures of The Kaiser and him, naked in bed.
And now he had cornered his wet dream and had demanded a kiss, because they had won and Karl had lost, so he could demand anything he wanted.
In his head the argument made sense, but apparently, not so in Schneider's , who looked coldly at him and said through clenched teeth.
„Be lucky that this would end up in the yellow press, or else I would beat you to a pulp for that."
It didn't made much of an impression on him.
„So, what is with my kiss?", he leaned forward with pursed lips and closed his eyes.
The kiss never came, instead he got swatted over the head. Hard.
„Ouch", rubbing at his head, he looked at Karl's retreating back (and hadn't that guy a fine ass?), making up his mind.
„You wait my beauty. Some day you will be mine.", he shouted after him.
A slammed door was his only answer.
-THE END-