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WARNING: This is contains heavy spoilers for the new Kuroko no Basuke: Extra Game manga, which is awesome by the way. So, if you do not wish to be spoiled, then please do not read. Also, you probably wont have a clue as to what's going on if you haven't read the Kuroko no Basuke: Extra Game manga.
WARNING #2: This is contains some not-so-slight Shōnen-ai, Boys' Love (BL), Yaoi, Slash, BoyxBoy or whatever else you want to call it. So, if you don't like that kind of thing then please don't read.
This is a quick repost, because apparently the last one was too sexually graphic for FanFiction's Victorian Age standards of modesty, even though I think it was bland as a turkey baster full of water. -_- If you'd like to read the whole thing then use this link to Ghost of the Vanguard, just remember to take out the spaces: gotvg viewuser . php ?uid =58
Love Games
The match had been a sordid insult against the game of basketball itself. To call what had transpired an actual game of basketball was downright debauchery. It was, in and of itself, a revolting display of arrogance and a complete lack of civility and sportsmanship. Not that Elijah was surprised, he was used to it by now, but it still made him want to puke.
As much as he hated to admit it, he too was more-or-less part of the infamously ill-mannered street basketball team known as Jabberwock. He was utterly ashamed to be associated with such a team, and constantly tried to distance himself from them as much as he could. He wasn't a player; he didn't have enough skill to be included among their elite ranks. Not that he ever wanted to be part of such a disgusting team in the first place.
Despite his lack of skill, they kept him around anyway. Well, to better rephrase that, Nash kept him around. The others could not have cared less about him, unless they needed something that is, but were too damn lazy to do it themselves. Then, and only then, did they care. Elijah was the team's favorite errand boy, their sort-of manager, and behind-closed-doors... Nash Gold Jr.'s "boy-toy".
It didn't start off like that of course. Once upon a time, when he was blissfully unaware, Elijah actually found the golden-blond haired male charming and his tribal tattoo very attractive − had even wanted to date Nash at one point. That however, was before he learned of Nash's true nature. Now, Elijah pretty much loathed the sight of him and his stupid smug smirk.
Hatred and disgust were strong feelings, and Elijah was usually never one to feel such negative things towards anyone, but they weren't nearly strong enough to convey just how much he detested being around Nash. Unfortunately enough, Elijah pretty much sold his soul to the team−to Nash via a contract he had stupidly signed without reading the fine print first.
Elijah was not getting out the contract any time soon either. He'd looked for loopholes and scapegoats until he thought his head would burst, but Nash had gone above and beyond to make damn sure that there were none. He was now stuck with the arrogant two-faced bastard until the terms of the agreement were settled. Honestly, the end could not come soon enough in Elijah's opinion.
Having hidden himself off in a secluded corner to keep from being associated with them, Elijah stiffened when the five members of Jabberwock decided to casually stroll past him and bring his existence to everyone's attention right after they publicly offended an entire nation. The four tallest paid his presence no heed, as usual, but not Nash. Oh no, Nash always had to antagonize him especially after he did things like this.
"What's with that look?" The taller male asked in faux innocence and a slimy grin as he neared the scowling blond. Elijah didn't bother to retort, it would only make things worse if he did. To keep from saying anything nasty that Nash would certainly make him pay for later, he wisely clamped his mouth shut and settled for intense glaring. His blue eyes were icy beneath his light blond fringe, but Nash found Elijah's anger amusing.
Nothing more saw said between the two blonds as they made their way back to the hotel. Nash made sure to keep the distance between himself and the shorter male to a minimum, much to Elijah's annoyance and discomfiture. Elijah knew very well just what was coming once they reached the privacy of their shared hotel room. He dreaded it, he hated Nash and yet... some sickly depraved part of him was still attracted to the taller male.
Elijah nearly gaged on the acidic vomit burning the back of his throat at the mere thought. Just how messed up in the head was he to feel any sort of attraction for such a horrible, twisted person? Elijah often wondered if what he really needed was some psychiatric help, because this and the things he felt for Nash were not healthy or normal.
"You're awfully quite today, Eli. Let's see if we can't fix that."
The overly familiar use of his nickname on Nash's lips made Elijah's skin crawl. Elijah visibly jolted when a warm, moist breath suddenly ghosted over the sensitive shell of his pierced right ear and a taller, broader frame firmly pressed up against his back. Fuck. Elijah bit into his bottom lip to keep from yelling profanities, while his hands instinctively curled into fists to keep from physically lashing out.
There was nowhere to run.
Nash now stood between Elijah and the hotel room door, the only exit. Even though Elijah was athletically slender in build and a solid six foot tall, in a contest of strength the tattooed blond had him beat. Firsthand experience had taught him that much. Elijah tensed tighter than a taut bowstring when a pair of toned arms snaked around his midriff and squeezed. The 'hug' was uncomfortably tight, though not painful.
It was a clear indication of dominance and control, not an act of affection.