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: Here's hoping that sexy, mostly naked men will get you through mid-week blue. Sorry it took so long for me to put this up!

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Marco felt a warm breath spill across his face and opened his eyes to see Gaou starring hungrily down at him just like he had that day on the field. His body felt frozen as he asked, "W-what are you doing here?"

But the lineman didn't answer and just traced Marco's jaw line to his throat. Marco felt his breath quicken. "What are you doing?"

Again no answer came, except he began following his finger's path with his tongue. As the wet muscle flicked over the sensitive spot right beneath his ear, Marco let out a moan. Gaou smirked and bit down, making Marco's breath hitch as he arched from the sensation. One of Gaou's hands traveled down his body and slipped inside his pants. But when Marco opened his mouth to protest, all he could do was moan as Gaou's hand closed around his length and- BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP!

Marco was rudely jolted awake by his alarm clock. His sheets were tangled around his arms and legs; he struggled out of them while thinking over the dream. It had been the first time that that kind of dream featured anyone besides the lovely Maria. But there must be some good reason for the dream, preferably one that wouldn't just cause more questions to come to mind. Well, before he went to sleep, he had been worrying about the way Gaou was acting. And after all, Gaou was a very strong and dominating creature. Handsome, too, he supposed, with all those muscles and wild hair coupled with wilder eyes. He shook his head to get rid of those thoughts before they went any farther. It's not like he controlled what he dreamed about anyway.

He got up and got dressed; making sure his hair was neatly combed. His mother was already at work, so he made his own breakfast before heading out the door. Because they had won their game, they were given a day to relax at the bathhouse. As he looked around the group in the changing room, he realized that Gaou hadn't shown up.

Suddenly, a loud whistle rang inside the room. "Hey, Marco! Who's the lucky girl?" One of the linemen across the room shouted at him.

Marco turned and looked at his fellow teammate. "What?"

"Don't be so shy! We can see the marks she left from here. She must have been a wild one!"

Marco's eyes widened as he clapped a hand over the bite marks that Gaou had left. Damn it, he had forgotten about them entirely! Fortunately, Kisaragi came to his rescue over the whistles and calls of congratulations. "Don't ask such personal things. I'm sure whoever gave Marco those marks was a very beautiful person."

Marco winced at how close to the truth Kisaragi had come, at least if he were using his own definition of beautiful. He gave a nervous laugh. "You're all too worked up about this. They're nothing, these marks."

With that Marco turned and walked towards the pool and sighed as he slipped into the hot water. He loved the way it felt when none of his muscles were tightened by stress. He let his head rest against the rocks and closed his eyes. He heard a splash and looked over to see that Iba, one of the linemen, had joined him in the pool. As Marco still didn't see Gaou anywhere he as casually as possible, "Do you know where Gaou is?"

Iba looked at him in surprise, "Oh, didn't you know that he wasn't coming today? Kisaragi said he's busy with something family related, I think. – So who's the girl, she hot?"

Marco frowned in annoyance at the question and as politely as possible said, "It's none of your concern, I'd say. Now excuse me, I'll be in the sauna."

He rose from the water and walked across the bath area to the doors of the steam room. He opened them and stepped inside before shutting them. He smiled at his luck; no one else was in here. He sat down and looked around. The steam room seemed larger without Gaou's presence… like something was wrong without him sitting on the middle bench, towel draped over his mass of hair, deeply breathing in the steam with a rhythmic in. pause. out.

Marco scowled; coming to the steam room had been a mistake. Instead of relaxing and forgetting what had been happening this last week, his brain was filled even more with thoughts of his giant lineman. Wait. Did he just think of Gaou as his? That definitely settled it; the steam was messing with his head. He rose, making sure his towel was secure on his waist, and headed for the door. He tried the doorknob. It was locked. But hadn't he come in this one? The other door creaked as it opened and cool air rushed in. Marco turned and his eyes widened, because Gaou was standing in the doorframe, head ducked to avoid hitting it as he walked into the room and straightened again. The door shut. Had he been thinking the room seemed large before? What a stupid thought, this room was so small. Gaou sat down and just looked at him calmly. Marco mustered a smile and asked, "Why're you here? I thought you had somewhere else to be."

He shrugged. "Things wrapped up sooner than expected, so I decided to come here. You can sit down you know."

"Actually, I was just getting ready to leave, been sitting here awhile, I'd say."

He tried the other door that Gaou had just walked through, but it wouldn't open. He frowned. These doors never stuck. He looked over to Gaou and said, "The door's stuck. Could you give it a shove?"

At this point Gaou should have went for the easiest route and broken down the door. Marco didn't care anymore if he had to pay for a new door; he just really needed to get out of the room. But Gaou just sat there, a slightly predatory smile on his face. The fact that he might be locked in this room with Gaou was starting to become very likely. The fact that Gaou seemed to know that made the situation even worse. He rubbed his shoulder in thought, as he walked to a bench as far away from Gaou as possible, trying to decide what to do.

Gaou saw Marco rub the twin, fading, bruises on his neck casually and felt a wave of lust go through him. Marco had walked around shirtless, showing off the marks that warned everyone that he was Gaou's. He growled under his breath, he was walking by, so close. Giving into temptation he wrapped on arm around Marco's waist and pulled. Marco yelped in suprise and struggled when he found himself in Gaou's lap.

Marco realized with a sinking feeling in his stomach that the only thing separating them was two towels that could be untied easily. Gaou's breath was warm against his ear as Gaou said, "Always squirming Marco. Don't you know what that does to me? Almost makes me think you do want it."

Marco went instantly still. He knew what his squirming had done to Gaou before, and in fact he could feel it again, digging into his behind. He tried to keep the panic from his voice as he asked, "Would you please let me up? I'm sorry for making you aroused, again."

Gaou just drew him closer and shook his head. "No, I like having you in my lap. Feels good to have your ass pressed up against me."

Marco glared at Gaou. He was utterly sick of this. He was sick of being confused, trapped and having no idea what was going on. This was going to be straightened out one way or another, right now. With defiance in his voice, he said, "Well then get on with it already."

Gaou raised an eyebrow at this. Because as much as he wanted to 'just get on with it' as Marco put it, he doubted that Marco suddenly decided he actually wanted him. Angry blue eyes slowly turned away from his questioning golden ones. "It's not like I have a chance of getting away or anything. Especially if you have the team on your side, and you'd have to, to get both doors locked like that. I give up, you win. Just get it over with."

He looked down into his lap in defeat. Gaou huffed in annoyance. Marco still wasn't getting it. He placed a finger beneath the pointed chin and lifted it so their eyes met. The hopelessness in the other's eyes dampened his arousal. He drew him in, and their lips met in a brief and gentle touch before Gaou pulled away. Marco touched his lips with puzzled fingertips. Gaou smiled slightly at the cute gesture before he spoke, "I'm not going to go any farther than what you're comfortable with. For all your intelligence, why can't you see that? I want you to be mine, Marco. You're only mine. That's why I'm not going to do anything you don't want."

"Then what happened on the field, and why am I here-" He gestured at Gaou's lap, "-now?"

"Even I can't resist all temptation. And having you writhing beneath me has only been a fantasy of mine for a very long time."

Marco blinked at the new information and asked, "How long exactly?"

"Since the first game we played in together. Before that you were just a way to be able to fight the strongest and crush them. I thought you were just a boring, sly weakling. But then during the game I saw you, my Marco."

After the slight shiver that ran up his spine from being called Gaou's, he wondered why he had waited so long to start showing obvious interest. But any more answers might make him dizzier than he already was. The steam was definitely starting to take its toll on him. He could feel his muscles relaxing again and melding into Gaou's front. He shifted to try and get up and see if everyone had unlocked the doors yet, but Gaou just tightened his hold. He was so warm and sleepy, surely Gaou wouldn't mind if he just drifted off.

Gaou looked down and saw that Marco had fallen asleep. He looked so peaceful, eyes closed and mouth slightly open. He looked up at the knock on the door and said, "You can come in Kisaragi."

Kisaragi unlocked the door and looked in. Marco lay draped across Gaou's lap, apparently asleep. He smiled gently. "So you two settled things?"

"Yes, thank you for the help."

"It's no problem at all to help you." And he meant it, anything he could do to help Gaou be happy, he would do without a second thought. Though he would have liked to be in Marco's spot, if he was going to be honest with himself. But Gaou hadn't chosen him, so it wouldn't happen. He had already accepted that and would do anything he could to make Gaou happy with Marco. He leaned against the doorframe and continued talking. "Well, it's actually time to leave Gaou. So you need to wake him up."

Gaou nodded his assent, and Kisaragi closed the door and went to go get dressed.

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