Title: Mine
Disclaimer: don't own them, I'm just having a little fun
Rating: PG-13ish for this chapter will go up to M later
Warnings: instances of non-con (nothing serious)
Characters/Pairings: GaouxMarco
Beta: galeaya
Summary: The Dinosaurs start on the spring tournament after the Christmas Bowl and one night after practice things start getting interesting
Note: none
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Marco tried to stop himself from yawning as the teacher droned on about English 'being' verbs, first thing Monday morning. He already knew how they worked. Why did the teacher have to keep going over them? He stared out the window and watched the birds chase after each other in looping circles –
"Maruko, Maruko would you please pay attention and correct the mistake in question five?"
He looked down at the page, annoyed that she insisted on calling him Maruko. No one else called him that. He figured the answer out almost instantly and said, "Instead of 'The couple were kissing yesterday.' it should be 'The couple was kissing yesterday.'"
The teacher huffed and turned to harass another student who wasn't paying attention, and Marco kept his eyes on the book as he zoned out again.
Gaou put down his pen after finishing his math test. He couldn't wait for lunch; he was hungry and annoyed with these boring teachers. And then, after that, there were only two more periods before it was time for football practice. Until he was back on the field with Marco; but of course it would be too much to ask for a repeat of Saturday's good luck. But he'd take what he could get. Actually, he was amazed that Marco hadn't picked up on the not so accidental extra touches. Maybe smart people were just oblivious to this stuff, or he was just so focused on football, probably both combined actually. The teacher took his paper as the lunch bell rang.
Marco was relieved when the final bell rang for the day. He sighed as sakura petals floated down into his hair, and he had to sweep them off. Kisaragi waved at him, and Marco waved back and walked to join Kisaragi and Gaou as they walked towards the changing rooms. It wasn't like anything could happen with other people around – that is, if Gaou was even interested in him. Which, after thinking it over he was pretty sure Gaou wasn't. After all, why would someone who only valued strength want some someone who was skinny, not overly strong, and rather cowardly? It just wouldn't make any sense. He must have been simply in the wrong place at the wrong time. The thing that probably saved him was the fact that he had been so scared, and Gaou didn't like weak things like fear. With this belief in his mind he was able to laugh at a joke that Kisaragi told without even thinking about Gaou walking right behind him.
Gaou admired the way Marco's slacks clung to his butt. He seemed less tense today, which was good. Of course he had yet to pay any attention to him, which was annoying, but progress could come slowly as long as it was being made. They walked into the cool changing rooms, and Gaou watched out of the corner of his eye as Marco stripped out of his jacket, shirt and pants. Marco's skin was so pale, like a girl's, or Kisaragi's. He remembered from Saturday that it was as soft as it looked too. He wondered for a second if Marco tried to make his skin that way to hide the strength underneath, it would fit his dislike of giving away any information. He noticed Marco shudder, as if he had physically felt Gaou's eyes roaming over his body. He looked away and continued changing into his own uniform.
By the time the other members of the team had arrived, Marco was sitting on a bench working on homework. After the team had changed, they gathered around him, waiting. He looked up from his notes to the assembled team and began the meeting. "We have one week before our first tournament game against the Chameleons. There's only a slight chance they'll have any good players. As their style is adaptation, it's likely we'll be going up against their strongest players." He saw out of his eye that Gaou smiled at that. "We'll use this game to try and expand the range of moves we have, as well as give our first years a real taste of the field. So until then, we'll practice our new maneuvers. Any questions or comments?"
There were none as usual. Everyone knew he was a good tactician for their team and knew how to play upon their strength. Marco smiled at the silence and pulled out a sheet. "Okay then, Mitsui. When we get out there and in formation I want you to do an Onside Kick. I want to be able to put our team on a continuous offense; I have several rush patterns I want us to try over the week. Okay it's time to start practice."
The week had gone by quickly, and before they knew, it was game day. Cool weather had brought out scarves from some of the people in the stands, and the entire team was keeping their school jackets on until it was time to play. As Marco strapped on his helmet, he heard Gaou's familiar roar of challenge. He watched the way the other team was looking at them, and decided that this game would probably be truly over by half time. How pathetic, but then of course Gaou's strength was nothing to scoff at; he'd be terrified of Gaou if they weren't on the same team. Especially since he was the quarterback. He liked his bones in the right places, thank you very much. He walked over to the referee for the coin toss to begin the game.
Rui sighed in disgust. He got up, dusting the dirt from his white coat, disappointed that the team had done terribly. The Dinosaurs had won 81-0, that Gaou really was a monster and one onside kick after another had kept the ball in their hands almost the entire game. Except two times, both of which had ended with another broken quarterback to add to the pile of decimated linemen on the sidelines. Rui spit on the ground and frowned before heading towards his bike.
Marco pulled off the bottle cap with his teeth as he walked towards the changing rooms – that were unfortunately not next to the field. The game had gone excellent, better than he had expected in fact. His muscles buzzed pleasantly, and he felt confident at the moment…
Just then, someone collided with him, sending him into the alley he had been passing. The bottle dropped from his hand, and it shattered as it hit the ground. Coke spilled like brown blood onto the pavement. Marco looked up, frowning, to meet the smug looks from several Zokugaku students. The obvious leader looked over to the boy on his right as Marco stood and dusted himself off.
"Hey, this is the quarterback of those damn Dinos right?"
"Yeah it is boss. Hey, remember how the bastards broke Kyon and Yuki's arms? I think we should return the favor."
"Good idea! Who else thinks we should return the favor?"
Marco just stared impassively as the shouts of agreement came. This was supposed to be intimidation, but he'd faced Hiruma's best intimidation tactics and these fell extremely short. He focused himself on the leader of the group, waiting for his attack to come. The threats quieted, and the leader lunged, a feinted left and then a swift right. Marco dodged left and hit him hard in the stomach and then again in his face. Blood spurted from the other's nose, and he stumbled back clutching it and his stomach. The others held back for a moment, but quickly their looks became darker. Broken bottles and chains made their way into hands, and Marco took one step back of caution. There was no way he could take them all down, not all at once at least. Suddenly a roar sounded, and the men turned to look back at something. And then Gaou was upon them.
Without the rules of the football field to restrain him Gaou was magnificent. His long hair flowed like a mane as he slammed one man's head into a wall. His muscles shifted and clenched under his skin as another was punched hard in the stomach and didn't get up again. There was savage joy in his eyes as he watched one man struggle as his giant hand closed around his neck and lifted him into the air. A dangerous chuckle resounded as the man fainted and hung there, limp. And then all of that was focused onto Marco.
Suddenly it was very obvious to him that they were technically alone, as unconscious people didn't count in this situation. And something was blazing in Gaou's eyes that made his breath hitch slightly. But it was nothing, he already knew it was nothing; Gaou didn't want him like that at all. He asked casually, "So, why're you here?" Not that he was ungrateful, but why wasn't he changing with the others?
Gaou shrugged and carelessly threw the punk he had been holding up. "You didn't come to the changing rooms, I came to find you."
Marco managed a small smile. "Well you came just in time. Thank you."
'Okay now just walk towards and around him calmly and steadily. He's not going to do anything, he's not going to-'
Suddenly Gaou reached out for him and pulled him closer. Large hands ran briefly over him, keen eyes following. Just when the shock was wearing off, Gaou pulled away and spoke, "So you're okay then?"
Oh, so that's what he'd been doing, he was checking for injuries. "I'm fine. You got here before any damage was done, I'd say." He looked at the men on the ground who still weren't moving. "Did you really have to go so hard on them?"
An angry snarl rose from Gaou's throat. "Yes. Those spermless bastards were going to hurt you. You're mine, I protect you."
Marco felt his eyes widen. He was Gaou's? Something fluttered in his stomach for a brief instant. He didn't like not knowing what was going on. And suddenly his belief that he had simply been in the wrong place at the wrong time that day was shaken. So he did what he always did – he retreated. With some weak, quick excuse of "going to go change now" he almost ran out of the alley.
Gaou smirked as he watched him go. He had seen something like lust in Marco's eyes for just a moment. He kicked one of the boys lying on the ground. How dare they try and attack what was his. But it had benefited him in the end. He would have to talk to Kisaragi to see if he could help them get into a situation where his flighty Marco couldn't leave. He turned from the carnage and headed towards the changing room.
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Sorry about being late.