Title:Mine

Disclaimer: don't own them, I'm just having a little fun

Rating: PG-17ish for this chapter will go up to M later

Warnings: instances of non-con (nothing seroius)

Characters/Pairings: GaouxMarco

Beta: galeaya (who is pure amazingness)

Summary: The Dinosaurs start on the spring tournament after the and one night after practice things start getting interesting

Note: This is the first chapter, I'll update every Sunday. I hope you all enjoy this!

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Marco felt oddly naked on the field as he stood behind the linemen. Of course, the loss of Gaou's giant back in front of him was probably the cause. The team had split up for practice, and for once, he and Gaou were on separate teams. Marco supposed that it was good practice - it would make him quicken his throwing if Gaou was charging at him. But he felt anxious about getting hurt; he had seen how bad Gaou messed up other players more than enough to not want that happening to him. He steeled himself and focused before calling, "SET! HUT!"

The ball was snapped to him, and he began looking around for someone to pass the ball to. But everyone from his team was still trying to get through the other line. He was too busy to notice him, and by the time he realized his predicament, the roar of the beast was already washing over him. He turned his head just in time to meet ferally smiling, golden eyes… and then the world went black.

Gaou lifted himself off the prone form beneath him and crouched before the unconscious Marco. His helmet had been knocked off, making his brown hair fan out from his face. Kisaragi jogged up and looked down at Marco. "Looks like you hit him too hard. It was still very beautiful. Do you think that he's okay?"

Gaou grunted. "He'll be fine." He reached down and picked up Marco easily. "Continue with practice, while I bring him over to the bench."

"Okay, then." Kisaragi went back to the others as Gaou started walking to the bench.

Kisaragi stretched and took off his helmet. Practice was finally over. He glanced at Marco, who was still on the bench, eyes closed, oblivious to the world. He didn't look like he was in pain, but they couldn't just leave him lying there. He turned to Gaou, who was making no move to go change. "What do you think we should do about Marco? Should we call someone to pick him up?"

Gaou shrugged. "I'm staying to practice longer. If he's not awake by the time I'm ready to leave, I'll carry him to his house."

Kisaragi nodded. "Oh, okay. 'Til tomorrow, Gaou." Without a backwards glance, he headed to the showers, home the only thought in his head.

Slowly, Marco woke up. His body was aching, and he felt the strangest sensation of weightlessness. It was like he was floating, but he realized he was just being carried - he could feel his body rubbing against hard, warm arms, arms that were imprisoning him. He pushed at one, but it didn't give at all. He felt, rather than heard, a slight rumbling above him, making him recognize his carrier. The rumbling was Gaou chuckling, most probably at him. He sighed slightly. "Put me down Gaou, I can walk."

Gaou let him stand, and Marco took two steps before dizziness sent him to the ground. Gaou looked down at him, and Marco looked back up. "If this is what it would feel like to be run over by a truck, it's very unpleasant, I'd say."

He laid there for a couple more seconds before heaving himself up and looking around. "Where'd everyone go?"

"Home. Practice ended awhile ago. I was just about to carry you home as well."

"Thank you, but I can walk now."

"I doubt that."

He was swept back into trunk-like arms, but Marco pushed at them. He squirmed against the naked chest, hating the feeling of being absolutely powerless, of being at someone else's mercy. But struggling was just as useless as it had been the first time. Marco looked up as he pushed with his hands and saw a dangerous, smoldering look in Gaou's eyes. It reminded him of how Gaou looked when he was about to crush someone. He gulped and tried to kick at the other's stomach. He was promptly dropped to the ground but was just as quickly caged with the arms that had been holding him before, his back against the grass and head spinning from the sudden movement. He kicked again, beginning to feel truly trapped, and this time Gaou growled at him. Marco stopped struggling and conceded with a shrug, "Fine, you can carry me home. Now get off of me."

"No." Gaou's voice was thick with an emotion Marco couldn't identify right away. He wasn't sure he understood what was going on with Gaou, but he didn't like it. He bucked his hips, desperate to get Gaou to move away from him. And Gaou did move, but not away. He moved downwards, pressing their bodies flush together. It was then when Marco realized with a sinking feeling what the raw emotion in the other's eyes was. Lust. It was lust. But just to make sure, he asked in a hesitant voice, "Gaou, are you...aroused?"

Gaou looked down at the wide, robin egg blue eyes and rolled his own before asking, "And what else would I be, with you pressing yourself up against me like that and with all that wriggling you're doing?" Marco suddenly froze, keeping absolutely still beneath the bigger man. "It's too late now to change what has happened. We'll just have to do something about it." He leered hungrily at Marco.

"You don't mean-"

Gaou interrupted him with a kiss. It was sloppy and awkward, as Marco was trying to turn his head away. But it was a kiss, nonetheless. Gaou drew back, only to see Marco's flushed face. Gaou liked the way it felt to see Marco so flustered; it made it feel like slight tingles were running down his spine. He kissed him again, this time forcing his way into the other's mouth.

Marco felt frozen as the large, wet muscle entered his mouth. There wasn't anything he could do to stop the other, so he decided to just lay there. He was hoping that maybe Gaou would be satisfied with just kisses, but the hardened length digging into his thigh through white football pants said otherwise.

Gaou finally ended the kiss and watched as the quarterback panted for breath. He began to go back for another kiss when…

"Um Gaou please-"

He tried to not let the aggravation he felt at Marco's interruption enter his voice. "What is it, Marco?"

Marco looked away. "I was going to ask that you not hurt me." He chuckled dryly. "But if it's you, I'd say that's impossible, isn't it?" His voice was calm, but the shudders gave away the fear coursing throughout his body. This was going to hurt, Marco knew, and there was no way he could get away from Gaou. Struggling would just make it hurt more. He felt his heartbeat speed up even more.

Gaou looked down at the shaking body beneath him. He wanted that to stop. He wanted Marco to stare back at him with hunger as Gaou brought them both careening over the edge. He wanted the Marco beneath him to be his Marco, a man who could submit to his dominance not in fear, but in confidence. He wanted Marco - his Marco to submit, knowing that Gaou was the one of the strongest out there, accepting his position as the protected, as his mate. He ran one hand down Marco's still clothed torso and legs and said the most truthful comfort he could, "I will probably hurt you, but not as much as I would if I was trying to hurt you."

Marco looked a bit relieved until Gaou began stripping the football jersey off of him. Pale shoulders were revealed to him, and with barely a thought, he leaned forward to claim them. Teeth that could break bone lightly nipped one shoulder, leaving a red mark that would later bruise. He lapped at the abused flesh with his tongue, tasting salt from the dried sweat and some other taste he could only describe as being Marco's taste.

Marco gasped and squirmed at the action, unsure whether he liked the feeling or not. Shouldn't he be feeling pain instead? What was wrong with him? This was being forced on him, why was his body even considering that this felt good? He growled in aggravation.

Gaou blinked. Did his cool, calm and polite Marco just growl at him? He decided that that was the sexiest noise he had ever heard from him. It spurred Gaou on to give him another bite and suckle on it. A moan echoed through the small chest beneath him; finally, Marco was responding the way he should. He wanted to make Marco feel even more for him, wanted to bring him pleasure. Gaou opened the belt buckle of the other's pants, before beginning to slowly tug them down. Marco gave a quiet whimper of fear, blue eyes shutting tight in helpless submission. He looked so defeated; his head was tilting to one side, resting a cheek against the grass. Gaou snarled in anger at the way Marco was acting again, watched him flinch at the sound. This wasn't what he wanted, this wasn't his Marco. He obviously wasn't ready for this, not right now, anyway. In a moment, he made up his mind and rose. Marco looked at him again with confused eyes, body sprawled on the ground, cheeks flushed. Gaou huffed in annoyance at the temptation and looked away from the sight. "You need to get home now. Get up and walk."

Marco hastened to obey the command, redoing his pants and putting on his shirt in record time. He didn't know what to think. One moment Gaou had seemed intent on having his way with him, and the next he was backing off, actually telling him to head home. Marco started dragging his feet across the field, but he felt Gaou's presence behind him. He walked faster, wanting to get home quickly.

The walk home was silent. Marco had already walked up the first stair to his house when he turned back and looked up at Gaou. Even standing on the step, he was shorter than Gaou. But he just had to ask. "Why didn't you do it? I want to know."

"Because it wouldn't have been you I would have claimed. Just your fear."

And with that, the giant man turned and walked away, leaving Marco to stand on his doorstep for a while longer before remembering to go inside the house.

--End of Chapter One--

The next chapter will be up next Sunday Please reveiw and tell me what you think even if you don't like it.