The first half of the game had just come to an agonizing end. Things were not looking great. Shohoku was losing by a large margin and with the skill level their opponents displayed, victory seemed completely out of reach.

Rukawa sat down on the bench next to his teammates. He shared their feeling of anger, frustration and hopelessness, wishing there was anything they could do to turn things around. However, underneath that lay something else as well. Something that had been troubling him for the majority of the game. His eyes travelled across the room where the opposing team was sitting.

Sannoh. They were a team of irritating individuals if Rukawa ever met one. But somebody in particular bothered him more than anyone else in that moment. Sawakita Eiji. The ace of Sannoh. The player who'd been making a fool out of him for the entirety of the game. The player who pulled off the most amazing, breathtaking plays he had ever seen in his life, leaving him speechless each time. Rukawa had never felt so useless and humiliated on the court before. He knew he was supposed to be angry about it and he was… but the fact also made him the horniest he'd ever been before. The worst part; Sawakita was all too aware of it. There he was now, standing by his own team as they were being coached.

Rukawa knew he should be paying attention to Anzai as well and yet; he couldn't stay focused. It was almost as if Sawakita sensed his gaze because soon enough he turned towards his direction. Their eyes met, and even from across the field Rukawa could see the "you are coming to my room after the game" expression on his face.

Irritation surged through the Shohoku player. Why did the bastard have to be so aware of what he was doing to him? He observed as Sawakita said something to his coach to dismiss himself and invited Rukawa someplace else with a tilt of his head. Without receiving a confirmation, he walked off the court.

Rukawa was tempted to just stay where he was and let the arrogant bastard wait like an idiot. That would teach him a lesson in humility he desperately needed. But deep down he knew that would never happen. It was as if his legs moved on his own. He stood up and excused himself, amid some protests and complaints from his teammates. He knew he should have stayed and listened to the coach. The other team members – one in particular – will be angry at him for just leaving at such an important time. Unfortunately, his brain didn't seem to care about any of that. He blindly followed to where Sawakita led him which was across the court to one of the corridors where a locker room was located.

Rukawa wondered if it was wise to meet in a place where people could just walk by but Sawakita's confidence make him believe he knew what he was doing. There was a large vending machine by the door of the locker and Rukawa noticed the corridor was a dead end with a large window.

There, next to the vending machine stood Sawakita. He was mindlessly pressing some buttons, pretending to buy a snack. As soon as he noticed the other boy arrive, he looked at him with laughter in his eyes. "Took you less time than I expected."

Rukawa glared at him, pissed at how masterfully his opponent was playing him both on the field and off of it.

"Don't look at me like that," Sawakita chuckled, his arm dropping by his side. "I was hoping we could have a nice chat."

"What do you want?" Rukawa played dumb. As if he didn't already know.

"What do you mean what do I want?" Sawakita decided to humor him while sneakily moving to the side of the vending machine that faced the window. That way he disappeared out of sight from anyone passing by. He waited there for Rukawa to follow. It did not take long.

"You wanted me to come here," the younger boy pointed out. Technically, he wasn't wrong but he wanted just as badly to be there and for the same reason that Sawakita did.

"Very true," the other said without shame. They were standing face to face now and Rukawa felt all of his emotions resurface. He was panting lightly, tired from playing the first half while Sawakita looked like he barely even broke a sweat. Of course, that made Rukawa even more furious.

The Sannoh player was quite enjoying the irritation he caused to his opponent. Crossing his arms in front of his chest, he leaned against the wall with a triumphant smile. He let his eyes roam freely up and down Rukawa's body, scanning every inch. Finally, he could take all the time he wanted to admire how beautiful the boy was and imagine how he'd look with his legs over Sawakita's shoulders.

Rukawa squirmed uncomfortably. The way Sawakita leered at him with those bedroom-eyes of his made him feel like he was being undressed under the other's gaze. It was bad enough on the court but now that they were alone the situation became even more unbearable. "Stop staring at me like that," he blurted out.

"Oh?" Sawakita tilted his head. "But you didn't seem to mind a while back."

Of course, the bastard knew. Rukawa didn't even bother denying it and just remained silent.

"You think I wouldn't notice?" the older boy grinned. "Come on now… you should know that I am very used to being ogled and desired by a lot of people. It's nothing new for me."

Rukawa felt his blood boil. The fucking audacity of this guy. It was insufferable.

"I'm the best in Japan after all," the Sannoh player went on. "A lot of people want me so I can notice someone's interest from a mile away. Especially when they do as poor of a job hiding it as you do."

Okay, that was it. Rukawa felt something inside him snap and he swung his arm, fully intending to punch the motherfucker in the face. His fist, however, never reached its target, gently colliding with the wall instead.

Sawakita didn't even flinch. Both of them knew Rukawa would be disqualified for hitting an opposing team member so there was no danger. The distance between them did shorten considerably, however, and Rukawa was now inches away from Sawakita, breathing unevenly right next to his ear. He'd been defeated twice by the same person and didn't know what to do about it. The ambition he had… to beat any opponent better than him… to become the best in Japan… Sawakita's mere existence seemed to make all that impossible and it made Rukawa feel the kind of helpless frustration he never even knew existed.

Despite that, he wasn't willing to give up like that. There was no way his pride would allow him to. He grabbed Sawakita's jersey in an attempt to appear threatening but there was no aggression behind the gesture. He felt like an idiot and probably looked like one as well, trying to fight a battle he'd already lost. All he could do was grip the fabric with shaky fingers and glare at the older boy with an expression of immense horniness.

"So worked up already," Sawakita murmured, taking advantage of their closeness to seize Rukawa's hips. "And I haven't even started touching you yet."

Rukawa had no time to resist as Sawakita pulled him closer forcefully, making their bodies press against each other. One arm wrapped itself around his waist while the other travelled upward. Long, snake-like fingers buried themselves into his raven hair, gripping it tightly.

"Kiss me," Sawakita whispered.

The defiant, headstrong façade Rukawa had put on evaporated almost instantly. As tough as he was trying to act, when it came to things like these, he was completely inexperienced. His heartbeat spiked even more so than while playing. He was put completely on the spot and despite his hormone-ridden body screaming at him to just do it, he was not ready for this. Still, he refused to make himself look even more pathetic in front of Sawakita than he already did. Moving reluctantly, he brushed his lips over the older boy and waited for his response.

Unlike him, Sawakita didn't waste any time. He immediately pressed his tongue against the other's lips, demanding for them to part. Rukawa obeyed out of instinct, flinching slightly at the feeling of having a hot, wet muscle slipping inside his mouth. He was not allowed to process any of the new sensations because Sawakita began kissing him deeply right away, exploring every corner he could reach.

The sheer hunger and fierceness of the action were too overwhelming for someone as inexperienced as Rukawa. He moaned into the kiss, trying to move away but the hand at the back of his head kept him firmly in place. Having no other choice, he stood there with his mouth half-open while dizziness washed over him.

Sawakita quickly noticed the lack of participation and wasn't having any of it. He eagerly rubbed his tongue against the younger boy's, snapping him back to reality. The message was clear. Rukawa was expected to play his part as well but had no idea how.

He had never been kissed before and this was definitely not how he imagined his first time to be like. With a player of the opposing team whom he didn't even like… during the most important game of his life at that point… hiding behind a freaking vending machine of all things… missing out on important half-time strategy building… This entire situation was one giant, horrible mistake.

Nonetheless, the dullness caused by the previous shock began to fade. He was finally becoming aware of the rhythm and technique Sawakita was using and the best he could do was try to mimic it. Starting slowly at first, he moved his tongue in sync with the other's while still following his lead. He wasn't sure if he was doing it correctly but Sawakita's quiet sigh of approval encouraged him to continue.

With newfound confidence, Rukawa opened his mouth further and kissed with more intensity while Sawakita's fingers ran through his hair in a soothing yet incitive manner. The air around them got steamier and Rukawa was starting to realize just how ungodly good everything felt. They kissed hotly, messily and it was purely intoxicating.

His hands eventually loosened their grip on the fabric of the opposing team's jersey, allowing his arms to slide upward and wrap themselves around the taller boy's shoulders. He was practically sprawling all over Sawakita now, consequentially pushing him further up against the wall.

The Sannoh player responded by letting go of Rukawa's hair, stroking down his back instead. Unlike the younger boy, this was far from his first make-out session so it wasn't nearly satisfying enough. He wanted more and he was going to take it. Both his hands were at the other's waist now, sneaking their way under the red jersey.

"Ngh," Rukawa whimpered into the kiss, disrupting its pace. His entire body shivered at the unfamiliar contact and he could barely even keep up with the other's movements. Everything was happening way too fast.

Sawakita smirked against his lips when he saw how easy it was to throw the younger boy off, deciding to tease him some more. The tips of his fingers slid up Rukawa's hot, sweaty skin, pressing lightly into his sides, before spreading all over his chest. He loved the small twitches of protest Rukawa's body gave as he caressed around the sensitive area.

How cute, Sawakita thought. It's been quite a while since he had so much fun with a partner. Keeping a firm hold on Rukawa's chest, he gently brushed his thumbs over the hardened nipples.

"A-AH!" The younger boy threw his head back, unable to suppress a loud groan. He was taken completely off-guard by the sudden rush of pleasure that shot through his body. "D-don't do that!"

Sawakita only chuckled and took this opportunity to press his lips against Rukawa's now exposed neck, lavishing it with soft kisses. Sharp nails dug into his shoulders when he found a particularly sensitive spot. He stopped and sucked at the flesh there, making sure to leave a visible mark.

Rukawa felt like he was getting drunk. Sweet arousal was pooling at the pit of his stomach and before he knew it, he started frantically rubbing his whole body against the other's. He immediately felt embarrassed by such an action but Sawakita didn't seem to mind at all.

"Hot…," he breathed against Rukawa's skin, showing his appreciation. Then, he brought his hands back around his waist to steady him and dragged his teeth down the entire length of the younger boy's neck.

Another delightful jolt engulfed Rukawa, making him tremble in Sawakita's arms. He was fully hard now and didn't even bother holding back the small sounds of bliss that escaped his throat. Lust blurred his vision, weighting down on his eyelids as he lost track of time, wanting to stay in this state forever. He took some initiative by pressing his erection against the older boy's leg, effectively shaking his composure. "You are so hot."

Sawakita's breathing got significantly heavier, almost matching Rukawa's now. Still holding on to the other's waist, he drove his knee between Rukawa's legs, spreading them apart. He guided the younger boy up and down his leg while lightly pressing against his crotch, feeling his hips twitch with anticipation. "Fuck, you're on fire."

It was clear that the situation got the better even of the more experienced Sawakita. His movements were no longer intentionally tantalizing and instead much hastier as he grabbed the waistband of Rukawa's shorts. Without warning, he pulled them down along with his underwear, just enough to uncover his ass.

"Ah, w-wait-," Rukawa whined when the cool air hit his heated skin. Sawakita didn't bother listening to his complaints. One hand made its way to the exposed flesh, caressing at his buttocks while the other slid down his thigh, spreading his legs further apart.

Rukawa drew his breath in sharply, the coldness quickly getting cut off by the older boy's warm palm. He felt Sawakita grope at one ass-cheek, slowly at first but becoming more urgent and possessive by the second.

"You have a really nice ass, Rukawa," Sawakita grinned, knowing such a vulgar compliment would fluster the younger boy. "It feels great in my hand."

He was right about the assumption because Rukawa's face turned redder than his jersey and he buried his face in Sawakita's shoulder, not even daring to reply. Amused, the Sannoh player wanted to take it a step further. He slyly slipped two fingers between his cheeks, running them down the crack.

"W-w-wait… what are you-" Rukawa protested when one finger circled his entrance teasingly.

Sawakita ignored him and suddenly drew his hand back only to sharply spank Rukawa's ass.

"Kyah!" Rukawa screamed in surprise, jumping a little.

Sawakita gently caressed the area he just slapped. "Don't be so loud," he scolded. "They'll hear you from the court." With that, he removed his hand again only to repeat the same motion.

"Ngh!" This time, Rukawa was more prepared so he managed to just barely conceal his voice.

Not bad, Sawakita smirked, rewarding him by licking up his neck. "Mmm, good boy." Judging by the way Rukawa's arms were shaking though, it didn't seem like he could take much more. Still, Sawakita was feeling pretty daring and decided to do it once more.

At the third spank, Rukawa squeezed Sawakita's shoulders almost painfully in retaliation. His legs gave in and he fell fully against the older boy, wailing uncontrollably. "Ah… hah... s-stop it… no more…"

Sawakita took some pity on the poor boy and just brought his hand back on his ass, caressing the reddened area to soothe the pain. "S-shit…," he hissed as the desperate noises Rukawa was making ran down his body straight to his dick. "Control yourself, kitty-cat. You are gonna make me hard with just these sexy mewls of yours." He bit down harshly on the spot where Rukawa's neck and shoulder met, leaving another mark.

"Y-you - AH! - you are the one w-who keeps groping me," Rukawa somehow managed to whimper.

Sawakita laughed. "Well, you are the one who keeps dry-humping my leg." He helped the younger boy stand on his own feet again before cupping his face with both hands, forcing their eyes to meet. Rukawa's gaze was unfocused and hazy, his eyes half-closed and his mouth slightly open as he still panted lightly. His expression said it all. He wanted to be taken right then and there and Sawakita wanted nothing more but to take up the offer.

"You are incredibly sexy, Rukawa," he said appreciatively. "I want to fuck you right now. I really do… but…" He glanced toward the clock that hung from the wall. Shit… Only a few minutes before the second half started.

Sawakita took a moment to examine the situation. Rukawa was already hard and that was his problem to deal with for the time being but Sawakita really wanted to avoid the same fate. Especially since they still had a game to finish. Unfortunately, the fun had to stop for now but there was no reason why they couldn't meet afterward. "You know which hotel I'm staying at," Swakita said. "The room number is 609."

It was almost as if his words sobered Rukawa up at once. He suddenly remembered where he was, what he was doing and how soon they were expected back on the court. His competitive spirit reemerged and he was determined to pay Sawakita back for the humiliation he suffered at his hands. In more ways than one.

He slammed both his fists against the wall on each side of the older teen's head, looking directly into his eyes. "I am going to destroy you in the second half," he hissed.

Sawakita snorted, running his finger down Rukawa's face. "And after the game…," he whispered into his ear. "I am going to destroy you in bed." With that, he pushed past Rukawa and walked off, leaving the younger boy behind.

Rukawa glared after the Sannoh player while he adjusted his clothes. It was personal now. No matter what it took, he had to win this game.