The air was thick with moisture as he stood in right field during practice. Hanai adjusted his cap, feeling the sweat begin to collect on his brow. Damn, it was hot. He swatted at a cluster of bugs that flew near his face. It was almost unreasonable that the coach was making them practice in this ungodly weather. He observed his shoes that were almost two inches deep in mud. As the mud seeped into his socks he felt his chest heave out a humid sigh.

As captain, he knew that they needed to practice. There had been terrible thunderstorms for the past week and the team got in little to no practice during that time. As a member of the team, however, he really wished they had waited at least one more day. The felid was a mess. The chalk was smeared and hardly visible, the plates were caked with cracking mud, and all of the players looked absolutely filthy; particularly Tajima, who had done a slide on his run to home plate.

He was dripping in mud and smiling with excitement from his heroic save. Hanai scowled at him. What an idiot, risking a slide during practice and, on top of that, making his uniform probably unwashable. His eyes stayed locked on Tajima. It wasn't fair how much better Tajima was than him, than everyone else. Even if Tajima did congratulate him sometimes, it didn't change the fact that they were rivals. It wasn't fair that with his tiny build…his narrow legs… that he was better than everyone else.

His eyes continued to glare at the way the mud made Tajima's uniform stick close to his body, highlighting his small stature.

Hanai could easily take him on. He could easily beat him. In a daze of his fury, he walked up to the smaller boy, "You want to get your uniform dirty, eh?" and soon Tajima's face was down in the mud, "What are you doing Hanai? Stop! Get off me!"

He straddled him and peeled back the muddy clothes revealing the pale, lightly freckled skin. He smirked as he began to undo Tajima's pants. Tajima was yelling now, "W-what!? Stop Hanai!" His hands tugged at the fabric until Tajima was exposed, humiliated, and lying there in the muck beneath him.

He was struggling still, kicking at Hanai, "What the hell are you doing Hanai?" He spat the out the dirt that had inevitably gotten into his mouth.

Hanai then roughly flipped the pathetic and now weeping boy over and pulled his waist up, his hand held Tajima's head down. Tajima's voice was wavering now, "Hanai…please…what are you doing..." his ass pointed toward Hanai, bare, clean, perfect.

He pulled himself out and almost immediately shoved his way into the unprepared entrance as Tajima let out a shriek. He began thrusting deeply and mercilessly as Tajima wailed beneath him, "Stop! S-stop….guh!...it hurts…it hurts…!" Hanai was too far gone now, as he continued pounding into him.

"How does it feel to be the one being dominated?" He huffed out. Tajima could only whimper in response. He griped at the ground, as his body shook with each shove. His finger nails were now caked with dirt, his tears mixing with the watery earth. Yeah, he liked this, being better than Tajima, controlling him. He was close to coming when Tajima spoke softly, "Hanai…Hanai!" his voice was getting louder.

"Hanai! Look out!" He snapped out of his sadistic fantasy just in time to see Tajima running full speed at him. A glove collided with his face and he toppled over into the mud, Tajima landing on top of him. He was still in a daze. Tajima looked down, inspecting him with a ball in his glove. "Hey, were you asleep? That pop fly was headed right towards you. Hahaha, you look funny with your face like that in the mud." He jogged off leaving Hanai lying there, angry, ass up, and painfully aroused. Hanai hated this day. Hanai hated the mud and most of all he hated Tajima. He choked back a sob.