Act III: Dirty Little Secret

Inside the locker room, Zazi had Giera's skinny arms pinned against the wall beside the door. Giera was such a weakling compared to Zazi. Giera always bowed down to Zazi's demands. Zazi knew that, and he took advantage of it.
"Zazi, let me go. Someone will see us!"
"Like who?" he asked, trailing his clawed hand down along Giera's side. Giera hesitated to answer far too long to come up with anything convincing.
"The. the janitor! He'll see us! Or the. sphere pool tenders!" his voice began to waver as Zazi's hand trailed lower, to his groin.
"Gi, the janitors and tenders have gone home for the day. Besides. the doors are locked to anyone else that may. interrupt." His thin lips turned up into a wicked smile, as he ran his tongue along his sharp teeth. He was so amused by Giera's innocence. The silly little excuses he'd conjure up, just to avoid a confrontation. Giera knew it was futile to resist any further, so he finally just let his body react to Zazi's touches. his desires.
"Zazi." Giera whimpered, looking at his estranged lover.
"Shut up. Just take it." Zazi commanded, as he began to roughly squeeze at Giera's groin. Giera was stifling small murmurs of protest. Zazi wasn't one to wait or take his time. Impatience was a virtue in his book. Reaching both his hands up, he grabbed hold of Giera's thin robe and tore it from his body.
"Zazi. not now. it still. hurts." Giera whimpered, shutting his eyes while his pants followed his robes, carelessly to the floor.
"Impossible. I broke you a long time ago."
"Please don't. give me a few more days."
"Shut up. I said to take it. Quit being a little boy." Zazi growled, before he engulfed Giera's lips with his own. Giera didn't put up any sort of struggle. He knew better than that. Zazi quickly unfastened the straps on his jumper and climbed out of the rest of his uniform, careful to keep Giera's trembling, naked, body pinned to the wall. Giera anticipated the worst. His back gate was still very sore from their earlier throw. This would be Giera's third time at the mercy of Zazi's sexual tension.
Before the Blitz Ball game, Nav had instructed Zazi to go register the Guado Glories at the front desk. Zazi coaxed Giera into coming with him, and so, he did. They both went and registered the team, but they didn't go run laps around the docks, as said. Zazi had dragged Giera to the sixth dock, behind all of the crates. and there, he ravaged him. Zazi didn't know how to be gentle, he didn't know how to love. He only knew lust and pleasure.
Giera didn't understand, his beat true to Zazi. He loved him. But it was just not to be. Giera never had a choice, it was always Zazi's way, but Giera didn't mind, he'd do anything to please his lover. Anything. Giera was prepared to take all the pain. Giera moaned between bruising kisses from Zazi. The inevitable was at hand.

Zazi kept his lips locked onto Giera's as he lifted Giera's legs over the bends of his arms, he held his trembling body for a moment, as his blue eyes stared deep into Giera's burning sapphires. For a second, Zazi felt a small prick of guilt, but only for a second. Zazi lowered Giera's hind over his throbbing member. Giera let out a painful sob into Zazi's mouth as he was penetrated.
Zazi left no time for adjustments, he roughly slammed up into Giera's tender entrance, over and over, his own mouth barely able to muffle his own cries of ecstasy. Empty tears trickled from Giera's eyes, he clutched onto Zazi, as the heated moment reached its climax. Giera's felt like his heart stopped beating as Zazi came inside him with a roar. Giera wrapped his lanky arms around Zazi's neck as he sobbed. Zazi lowered them to the cool, tiled floor; Giera sat limply upon Zazi's lap, still crying.
"Shh. that wasn't so bad, you're still alive, aren't you?" Zazi asked, turning Giera's face toward his own. Giera gave no answer, he was in too much pain to be responsive. It wasn't physical pain this time. It still hurt, but the emotional pain overpowered the physical. Zazi merely thought it was physical pain. He was too arrogant to realize the other. He wiped Giera's tears away and lifted him up to stand.
Giera still said nothing. He really had nothing to say. They both dressed in silence, and finally left the locker room. It was afternoon, so the day was still unfinished. Zazi proceeded to the café, he would still get his kicks. Giera returned to the Inn, he needed a lot of rest.