Disclaimer: I do not own Galactik Football

The Thrill

Aarch did not chase anyone –he was confident, he was popular, he was a heartthrob with baby blue eyes and the most charming smile many a people couldn't pull if they tried. He was a leader and he oozed charisma; pretty much everyone liked being his acquaintance and anyone whose sexual orientation was fit wanted in his pants.

He didn't chase anyone; they all came swarming to him like fireflies did to a light source.

That was why it baffled him when he found himself attracted to his jet black haired teammate, Artegor. Well it did not baffle him that he was attracted to the guy, Artegor himself was quite fascinating; he had a certain stealth to the way he moved and there was a certain appeal to not knowing what was behind those dark eyes. He reminded Aarch of a black cat, always watching and waiting for the right moment to strike anyone he pleased, moving with an agility you might not have seen coming. Watching him on the field was perplexing.

No, Aarch did not think being attracted to a guy that teamed up with a strong personality and an impressive look, had the attraction of being basically a Pandora's box was anything out of the ordinary. What baffled him was the fact that Artegor did not seem interested in him the slightest.

In all fairness, he didn't seem to be interested in anyone, so that helped Aarch's bruised ego a bit; but also proved a new challenge. He actually found the thrill of the chase addictive –all the more since, for the sake of the team, it had to be kept a secret especially from the pursued.

Years later, Aarch would chalk up the amount of the time he spent on trying to get Artegor to like him, and get naked with him, to the prize being high. He would laugh remembering all the little things he did, to earn the guy's respect and attention and for a brief moment wonder why they never actually worked and feel like it was a stain on his otherwise spotless record.

And maybe a loss on something a lot more important.


This was a helpful prompt from FemaleSpock: "an Aarch/Artegor fic in which Aarch is the one pining after Artegor and not the other way round " I hope you like it, dear :)

I actually started doing something else but was stumped and wrote this with a sudden inspiration in half an hour -10 minutes of which were spent playing with the cat of my friend because the princess demanded so :) I'm not quite certain of it, as is usual -hey I didn't put indecisive on my nick for nothing!- but it also contains quite a bit of what I think of young Aarch, too -although, I tend to go all over the place with the older generation and it might still change.

So... criticism?