Of Demons and Pirates   von Sean
      (A Series of Altador Cup Fics about Tandrak Shaye and Garven Hale.)
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                                Kapitel 1: Fun
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"Fuck, Shaye, that's insane!"
Hale watched a screaming and squeeling mob of what appeared to be fangirls stomp
by, most of them clothed in Darigan Citadel's prominent purple and black as well
as sporting the newest Trandrak Shaye merchandise, be it t-shirts, flags,
transparents, you name it.
The Darigan forward shrugged, unable to suppress a grin. As much as his fans -
fangirls that is - annoyed him, he was kinda proud of having more fans as a
single player than any other. Hell, some teams couldn't compete with his
fanbase. He admitted that it pushed his ego. Immensely, sometimes.
Although it did have its downsides, one of them was hiding in a storage room of
the colosseum, accompanied by Garven Hale of all people, in order to escape the
rigid hordes. They did get scary at times. Dangerous even.
"Ye get that anywhere ye go?", the giant of a Bori asked in a joking manner,
"Fuck, man.", the pirate cursed more than anyone else outside of a match that
Tandrak knew, and he was Darigan after all. Maybe it was a pirate thing.
"Oh, you know how they get. Fans, I mean. But we do love them, don't we?", he
gave a crooked smile.
"That I believe.", Hale laughed roughly, "Indeed, I wouldn't mind havin' one of
'em cute fangirls over at my cabin for a change."
Tandrak raised his eye brows. "Wouldn't you."
"Don't try playin' the saint, Shaye, I'm not buyin'."
Tandrak lifted his hands in a defensive gesture. "I'm not taking advantage of
them, I swear! Manager says it's bad for the image, sleeping around. Rumors are
bad enough as it is. Plus, I don't want any women swinging babies my way. I'd
rather play it safe."
The dim light of the store room was more than enough to show that Hale didn't
believe a single word. But what did it matter, he could think what he wanted for
all Tandrak cared.
"Ye tryin' to tell me that all ye do is play yooyuball, 24/7, no fun in
between?", the pirate goal keeper asked persistendly.
Tandrak actually felt a little uncomfortable with the topic; how come the Bori
had the slightest interest in another player's love life, especially his? They
were sworn rivals, surely that hadn't changed after the Citadel beat Krawk
Island in the last round? He was worse than the reporters, and those came right
after fangirls on his annoyance top ten list.
"I don't need to sleep with my fans to have fun.", he answered evasively. he
should have known that wouldn't do.
The goal keeper chuckled. "S'okay, Shaye, ye can admit that ye're not the
womanizer ye pretend to be, stays between the two of us."
"I never actually claimed to be a womanizer in the first place!", Tandrak
replied angrily, "Unlike some others. The stories about you pirates are by far
the worst of the whole league!"
Hale smirked, showing his sharp teeth. "Why, thank ye.", he said.
And tackled Tandrak into the wall.
His reflexes were better than that, but he hadn't seen it coming.
He groaned, but more in shock than pain.
"What the fuck?", it wasn't really a question. And why didn't Hale do anything?
Like, punch him or, better yet, let go? "Hale? What the hell is this?"
The other player was so close that Tandrak was aware of the slight smell of
sweat and fur and leather, of the colosseum and the yooyus. All of these were
familiar and yet, in combination with Hale, strange. His gold-ish eyes seemed to
pierce him, simply staring, the left with that distinct scar over it. The ear
ring in his right ear caught what little light there was and gleamed eerily.
"Hale...?"
"Shut up.", he was told and then felt rough, demanding lips on his own.
Shit.
Garven Hale was fucking kissing him!
Big hands were on his wrists, that giant body pressing into him, holding him in
place. Why had everything about that guy have to be so huge? Okay, bad thought,
bad thought!
He felt a hot tongue and teeth at his lips and finally the first shock left him
enough so he could act about it. By returning the kiss. Yeah, so he was kissing
Hale back, what about it? It felt good, and as soon as his attacker realized his
victim was quite a willing one he let go of his wrists and let his hands roam
freely over Tandraks arms and chest.
Tandrak had hardly started to explore the other's body in return, stroking the
rough fabrik of the tricot and feeling the thick dark blue hair between his
fingers, when Hale had already found a more sensitive area.
With a complete lack of appropriate hesitation or modesty he dug his hand into
Tandraks pants, making him gasp in surprise.
"Hale, fuck-"
"Nah, not right now.", the Bori breathed against his swollen lips, "'nother
time.", was that a threat or a promise? The old question.
Tandrak tried to take a deep breath as Hale's bold hand grasped his length, but
at the same time he was kissed again, taking away any chance of breathing. But
it was good, so good, Tandrak couldn't have agreed more. He could, however, grab
Hale's ass and pull him even closer and he could lick and bite and kiss and
every other second he could try to catch his breath and fail.
"Feel good, yeah?", a raspy voice asked and bit his ear but he couldn't
concentrate on the short pain because Hale kept stroking him, faster and
stronger yet. "C'mon, Shaye, le'go. I gotcha."
The Gelert forward wanted to shake his head and nod at the same time, but it
didn't matter. His hands held on to Hale's tricot as he pushed into the
calloused hand and came, preventing a scream only by burrying his head against a
broad shoulder.
At least Hale hadn't lied when he said he had him, his legs wouldn't have
supported him right now as he gasped for air, panting.
"Fuck-", his mind was blank, the only words that kept wanting to spill out of
his mouth were 'fuck' and 'Hale' and both were rather redundant.
"Guess yer black trousers will hide that, huh?", the goal keeper asked with an
obvious smile in his voice.
Tandrak thanked all existing deities for his flaming red fur that hid every
blush so well. And for the black trousers. "Yeah. Guess they do.", he replied
lamely, "What was that for?"
Hale let go of him and took a step back, which made Tandrak lean against the
wall some more, just to be sure.
"Fun."
And then he just walked away, leaving Tandrak stunned and, admittedly, well
satiated.



                         Kapitel 2: Defeat and Victory
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Tandrak slammed his fist into the locker and growled agnrily at the hallow metal
sound that didn't satisfy his rage at all. "Dammit!", he cursed loudly, giving
the poor furtniture another kick before Tormo put his hand on Tandrak's
shoulder.
"Get it together, man.", he tried to calm his raging team mate down, but the
Gelert would have none of it.
"A freaking draw! Like we couldn't have managed another single goal! Just one",
he was angry at himself, his team, their opponents, the faerie Yooyu that had
cost them so much time and at pretty much everything.
But it wasn't like the others were happy with their results. "We're all
frussstrated, Tandrak.", Layton hissed with his usual snake-like voice, "We'll
jussst have to make up for it in the next matchesss.", he had a way that always
kept even the most fiery temper at bay.
They changed quietly out of their sweaty tricots, unhappy and disappointed. This
match had been important to them - the clowns were breathing down their necks
already, the outsider team Shenkuu had unexpectedly good results and then there
were the pirates. It would be a hard fight to keep the top, or rather to regain
it.

Tandrak eyed the burns that a fire Yooyu had left on his gloves; he liked those
fast little critters far better than their winged companions. They were all well
trained with Darigan Yooyus, if only because it would be so embarrassing not to
be able to play it, but the faerie Yooyu rarely failed to get on his nerves. He
knew he had to work on that.
"I'm going out for a while.", he announced, not paying his team mates warnings
of rain any heed. The grey sky matched his mood and a warm summer rain wouldn't
kill him. He left the stadium through a back entry to avoid fans and fangirls
and the thick drops soaked him within minutes. He felt the water leak down his
shirt and let himself drift deeper into his dull ambience. As a sportsman he
knew how wrong and destructive that was, but he couldn't bring himself to care.
Later he'd sleep about it and tomorrow's practice would bring his spirit up
again.

"Aren't ye a sore loser.", a gruff voice disrupted his self pitty. Right there,
under the little entry way roof, stood Garven Hale and gave him an arrogant
glance.
Tandrak didn't feel like defending himself to the other player and only
shrugged. Sure, maybe he was over reacting, but the cup meant a lot to him. They
weren't here to win another second place. Then again, neither were the other
teams. It was merely his own pride that made weaker teams not count.
"Dun gimme that.", the Bori growled, "Like the world's gonna end cuz ye didn't
win. That's pretty boastful of ye, ain't it?", Tandrak hardly listened to him,
convinced that it'd only provoke him again. Layton had urged them all not to let
their rage get the better of them. Their conflicts would be solved on the field
in a fair game of Yooyu-Ball, not using their fists or low insults.
And he was right.
He looked up and examined the Bori with a seemingly bored expression. He
remembered what had happened last time they were alone and suddenly felt like
resuming his walk, without further interruptions. "Not interested Hale, sorry.",
he murmured as politely as possible and turned his back on him.
Big mistake, he realized, as he was grabbed from behind - Hale was warm and dry
- and pulled out of the rain and back towards the stadium. "Hey! Would ya let
go!?", he sqirmed, and god knew he was no weakling, but the goal keeper had a
good grip and outmatched him when it came to sheer strength and height.
He held the resisting Gelert down easily enough. Now that the rain wasn't
purring down on him anymore he felt wet and cold and even more depressed than
before. Just great. "I really wish you'd just leave me the fuck alone.", he
said, even trying to keep the malice out of his voice that was only there to
cover up his uneasiness anyway and turned away. Or rather, tried to but was
stopped imediately by a hand in his neck grabbig the hair there ruggedly.
"Hey--!"
"Wait a second there, Shaye.", he was called back, and was that amusement in
Hale's voice? What was it with that pushy, obtrusive pirate? "Listen, will ye?"
"I don't plan to listen to you for another second!"
"Not me, dumphead. Listen."
Tandrak sighed in annoyance but kept silent and listened for whatever there was
to hear. And he did. At the other side of the stadium the fans were still
roaring and shouting, calling out 'their' team's name. They were extatic, as
they had been during their match.
He lowered his gaze. "We played well.", the Gelert forward concluded himself,
feeling awkward.
The pirate nodded, still holding on to Tandrak's hair with a firm, unyielding
grip. "Sure did.", and smirked, "Ye better now?"
Tandrak actually smiled before he knew it. He did feel better, and it was all
thanks to Hale, oddly enough. "Yeah."
"Good. Cuz I was getting tired of yer emo-ness an' angst.", Hale teased with a
grin and before Tandrak could mutter a reply he felt himself thrust up against
the plastered wall and was reminded of the last time the two of them had been
alone. He didn't find the courage to look Hale in the face but pushed against
the pirate's broad chest, not as strong as he could have.
"No, Hale.", he stated with a firm voice, "Definitely, no. Last time was one
more than I was okay with."
He thought that was a clear statement, but apparently Hale would have nothing of
it. "Wanna tell me ye din' like it.", he hissed and when had his mouth gotten so
close to his ear? "Ye're askin' for it, Shaye, scream and beg for it, with every
move, every word...", a determined hand found its way to Tandrak's crotch and he
couldn't help but moan before he bit his lips. Okay, so Hale was hot. So what if
Tandrak had had a crush on him since he started playing professional Yooyuball
and had even had a poster at one time? Didn't mean it had to get to this!
"Hale!", Tandrak growled in an almost guttural fashion, intending it to be a
last warning, but the pirate only chuckled, arousal clear in his voice at this
point.
"Love it when ye say my name like that.", came the prompt answer, accompanied by
teeth on his ear and when had he become so sensitive there that a bite made him
moan? "In fact, I like any sound ye make, 'specially when I'm the reason."
Tandrak seriously had enough of what Hale obviously thought to be sweet talk and
he very much had enough of the intimate touches. Grabbig the other's shirt with
a resolute grip and dragging him off him he stared at him, panting a little
faster than usual. "Not intersted. Got it?", he ordered with all the authority
he could master given the situation.
Hands that he had cursed more often than he could count on a yooyuball field
finally let go of his privates and the growing erection he was sporting thanks
to Hale. "Keep telling yerself that, Shaye.", he sounded indifferent, but
Tandrak could see anger and annoyance in his face. Whatever it was he felt, it
made him take a step back, and another, almost out into the still pouring rain.
"Thought ye were more honest then that though.", and with these words he turned
around and walked away, leaving Tandrak half erect and again shivering from the
rain.

Life sucked, officially! Or that was what Tandrak decided, as he lay sleepless
that night. After his last encounter with Hale he'd done a good job denying and
repressing the whole incident. This time? Not so much.
Eyes, a mix of gold and amber when darkened, one crossed by a prominent scar,
kept creeping back into his memories, taunting him, teasing, baiting all at the
same time. Why had he resisted again and why pushed the other man away so
harshly? It was stupid and he knew it. He wanted that touch with every fiber of
his body. His mind. Had his senseless crush developed into something more? If
yes, then it was totally and completely Hale's fault, since he'd started the
whole affair.
Tandrak turned in his bed, hearing Reshar, their new goal keeper, snore quietly
in his bed across the room. He had to sleep, any problem could wait another
night.

Approximately one hour and countless turns and tosses later he was left assured
that this problem could not. Silently he got up and, without switching on the
light, slipped into his pants and a shirt. Training wouldn't start untill late
in the morning, he had enough time to... well, to do what exactly? He leaned
against the wall next to his bed, laughing soundlessly at himself. Time enough
to sneak into Hale's bunk and finish what he himself had interrupted earlier?
Right, very bright idea.
Still, he sighed and got out of the room, closing the door behind him, there was
no way he could sleep now, better get some fresh air and after that a few hours
of rest. Now was really not the time to develop insomnia.
His feet carried him towards the pirates' chambers all on their own, it wasn't
like he went there deliberately. Really. Okay, maybe he did want to go there, a
lot, but it wasn't like he'd accomplish anything. And yet, here he was. The sign
next to the door read "Krawk Island - Zayle Sufhaux - Garven Hale", letting him
know that Hale, like himself, didn't have a room to himself. Only last year's
champions from Haunted Woods had that luxory, undeservingly if one took into
account how poorly they'd played so far. There was no way they'd take the cup a
second time in a row.
Suddenly there was a noise within the room and Tandrak pressed himself into the
shadows of the next corner, hoping that if someone came out he wouldn't run into
him. Embarrassment guaranteed. The door was opened indeed, and out stepped the
young Grundo, looking right and left in an extremely suspicious manner before
running of in the opposite direction from Tandrak.
He let out a breath he hadn't realized he was holding, relieved his sneaking
into another team's dorms had gone unnoticed. He stared at the door in question,
figuring that unless he lad a late visitor, Hale was now alone in there. Cursing
himself he went and eavesdropped at the door. No talking, no nothing. So, this
was his chance, right? For all he knew, Sufhaux could return any minute, if he
did want to talk to Hale, provided he was awake, it had to be now.
He knocked, lightly, and felt like taking it back the very same moment. Oh well,
Hale was probably asleep and wouldn't have heard him, it was way past midnight
after all and... he stared at a naked chest when Hale opened, only then raising
his gaze to a drowsy face that filled with surprise. "Dinnae expect ye here,
Shaye.", he murmored and Tandrak felt less self confident by the minute.
"I-I'm sorry.", he stuttered in a pretty undignified manner, "I know it's late,
it's just...", he shrugged. Stupid, stupid idea to come here. Hale looked at him
expectingly, waiting for him to explain why the hell he stood in front of his
bed room in the middle of the night. And the thing was, Tandrak didn't have an
explanation. He did have the truth though, not-helpful as it may be. "I couldn't
sleep. I kept thinking about you.", he was surprised that he managed to look
Hale in the eye when he said that.
Apparently, so was Hale. He scratched the back of his neck in an awkward manner,
then opening the door wider to let Tandrak in. "C'mon in then, hall's no place
for this.", he said, voice still a little slurred from sleep.
"Your room mate will be back though, won't he?", Tandrak objected, "And I'm
sorry about waking you up, this really can wait and..."
Hale disagreed, Tandrak reasoned from being pulled into the room rudely. "He
won't be back till mornin', trust me. An' I'm glad ye didn't wait.", the door
was closed and darkness engulfed them, leaving Tandrak's eyes useless for a few
seconds. More than enough for a horny pirate to direct him to the bed and push
him down.
The lack of light didn't exactly help him fend Hale off, his hands seemed to be
quicker than Tandrak could react by pushing them away. "Seriously, Hale, this is
not what I came for...!"
A muffled sound that managed to sound amused was his only answer as Hale grinded
his body into his - and Tandrak noted again how huge the man was, not simply as
an obstacle in front of a goal - and with a press of his hips let him know that
he was really glad to have Tandrak under him.
It also made both of them aware of how happy Tandrak was to be there, at least
on a purely physical level. He wasn't sure if that made it better or worse, but
it did make him moan against Hale's lips that were promply pressed to his in a
matter that silenced all protests. Tandrak instantly forgot why kissing Hale
might have been a bad idea and responded without second thoughts, digging his
fingers into that deep, blue hair like claws, wanting the other close.
Hale's hands were on his stomach, under his shirt, stroking, touching his
nipples which made him gasp, breaking the kiss for a second. He could barely
make out Hale's features in the dark, but it was all the same to Tandrak because
he could still touch him, urge him on with lips and tongue and when he licked
the other player's ear he felt the cool metal of the golden earring. "I take it
back!", he stated out of breath, feeling his heart beat - and Hale's -
everywhere, "I came here... for this.", that declaration earned him a content
nod and a pleased sound as well as fingers on the zipper of his pants. And hell
did he agree with that idea!
He lifted his hips so Hale could pull his pants off and only when the cool air
made contact with his organ did rational thought return to him. What the hell
was he doing, coming to Hale's bed like this and act as if he were in heat?
Then Hale took hold of Tandraks obvious erection and the moment of clarity was
over without being put into words. Tandrak barely had the mind to start and
undress Hale as well, which made him pause long enough to get rid of his shirt.
He found that he loved exploring Hale's chest and arms; he was all muscles and a
few scars, more than Tandrak had anyway, his chest was hairy as his bare arms
had indicated before and he delighted in touching him.
Hale himself had no objections when it came to Tandrak's new hobby and it didn't
keep him from discarding the shorts he'd worn for sleeping. Without warning he
pressed their hard-ons together, making them both groan. Suddenly Tandrak felt
like Hale couldn't be close enough to him, no matter how hard he pushed up into
him, no matter how much he was grinded into the mattress. He wanted more. He
must have said that part out aloud, because Hale chuckled, a warm and husky
sound that sent a shiver through Tandraks body and made the hairs in his neck
stand up.
A knee was pushed between his legs and spread them in a rough movement that
would tolerate no disobedience - like Tandrak had the strength to object - and
Hale kissed him again while apparently searching for something in the drawer
next to the bed. Finding it he sighed with relief and a hand on his thigh urged
Tandrak to further move his legs so Hale could straddle him.
It was too dark to see much of anything, but somehow Tandrak knew when Hale
looked him in the eye, seeking his gaze, waiting for just a moment. When no
intervention came - Tandrak was busy panting and staring at Hale who never
looked so gorgeous and breath-taking before - he carefully ripped the wrapping
open and wasted no time in putting the condom on his erect member.
Tandrak watched him and waited for the panic to set in, for fear to emerge,
doubt, anything. And nothing happened. He looked at Hale and felt himself become
impatient, anxious. He saw Hale opening the little tube with lubrication and
still his mind felt numb, unable to resist what was happening. He wanted this.
Needed it even.
"Ye 'kay wi' this?", Hale managed, obviously struggling with words. Tandrak
didn't bother at all and just nodded and the pirate only muttered a soft "relax"
before he started preparing Tandrak.
He'd have thought Hale would be rough, ungiving and dominanting, but instead he
was gentle, patient and careful not to miss even the smallest sign of discomfort
in his partner. But Tandrak was blissfully quiet, sighing and breathing while
Hale stroked him and touched him in all the right places. He bent over Tandrak
again, all the while carefully moving his fingers inside him, then kissed his
cheek, chin and mouth, licked his lips, their tongues touched in midair. It was
like a slow kind of ecstasy, a calm frenzy, and just about as overwhelming. Ne
never got bored with the way their bodies felt against each other and hardly
realized when Hale asked him if he was ready, just answered a scatterbrained
"yeah", noticing that soon after something bigger than fingers was pressing
inside him. Hale's patience paid off though, there was no pain, just a slight
feeling of weirdness that was quickly overtaken by pleasure. Tandrak let out a
long moan as Hale was fully sheathed inside him, alternating movements between
little rockings and long thrusts.
It didn't take Tandrak too long to catch on to the rhythm and move with Hale,
enjoying the closeness, the lack of words and thoughts, loving the pure physical
aspect that blew his mind. It was heaven, just between the two of them.
Somewhere he knew that Hale's calloused hands were holding him still so he could
pound into him stronger than before and then everything went white for a second
and black right after that.
Someone screamed and it was him, his hands were burried in thick blue-ish hair
and a face was against his shoulder, teeth driven into his flesh, he felt hot
from the inside and didn't know when his hoarse voice had decided to break. He
was hugged closely and never wanted to let go.

Waking up in someone else' arms - Tandrak could get used to that.



                              Kapitel 3: The End
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In that moment when the referee's shrill whistle had resounded over the field he
hadn't even realized it. He had been breathing hard, his ears tingling from the
bells on their opponents' tricots, fully caught up in the moment. He had passed
that twisting mutant yooyu to Layton, he remembered that much, but had he scored
it? Everyone was screaming, the summer air was hot around them, the sun burning
down on their heads mercilessly, noise was everywhere. Where was that yooyu?
Then he saw it, gnawing on the clowns' net. Inside the goal. He blinked. It
couldn't be true, could it? Then he was tackled by Tormo and hugged by Reshar -
they all knew that neither their captain nor Kep were very affectionate - and
then it dawned on him.
They had won. Not just any game but the freaking Altador cup! Only then did he
laugh with his team mates and hugged them back fiercely, screaming out his joy
for everyone to hear. Cuddling or not, the four of them carried their captain to
the award ceremony, accompanied by never ending applause and cheering. The air
was buzzing with voices, most of them roaring out their names and that of their
team.
Tandrak had no eyes or ears for anything else.

It took hours for the news of the second game to reach him, and he learned that
the pirates had lost to Shenkuu after all. It angered him, knowing that Hale had
been defeated, but his mood was simply to good for him to be dragged down by
that information. Now was the time for their party, their victory, time for
patting shoulders and congratulating them over and over again. They had damn
well earned it, right?

It was only now, late at night, that he had calmed down enough to think
everything through. Later during the festivities the Altador Cup Committee had
announced their choices for what other awards there were to gain and he had
cheered and laughed with all the others and Layton had been declared Most
Valuable Player. It was an honor that made even the stoic Hissi blush a little
beneath his dark scales. Tandrak was genuinely happy for his captain, he was the
team's ace, he did  most of the scoring, he deserved the award more than anyone.
And of course he and Tormo were great choices for an All-Neopia team, there was
no better defender in the league, no way around it.
So why was he staring at the wall acroos from him, forced to admit, if only to
himself, that he was just a tiny little bit envious, that he had not been chosen
for any team, any award? The leage had many good players, they could not all be
chosen. And it was the team that counted, not just one single player, you
couldn't win a match of Yooyuball with just one good player, Maraqua hat proven
that yet again.
He continued to stare holes into the wall, unhappy with his own treacherous
thoughts, now sighing heavily. He thought of them winning the cup and smiled.
Their ultimate victory <i>never</i> failed to have that effect on him, he always
wanted to secretly sqirm and wibble because he was suddenly so full of energy,
or simply happiness.

All of a sudden there was a huff and a motion next to him and a muscled arm slid
around his waist, turning him around to face the man lieing next to him. "Ye're
havin' tha' dump smile again, Shaye.", Hale grumbled sleepily, kissing his
lover's cheek before sinking back into the cushions.
Tandrak huggled close to him, enjoying the feel of the other's arm and replied
"I know. Can't help it.", before going back to sleep. Things would sort
themselves out, he just knew it. It seemed worked for him that way these days.



                            Kapitel 4: One More Go
                            ----------------------


Tandrak hated having to return home. It wasn't that he didn't like the Citadel,
it was his home by all means, where he'd grown up and he wore its colors
proudly. However, the citadel also lacked Hale and was a fucking eternity away
from Krawk Island. Which seriously sucked if you, like Tandrak, had just gotten
used to the idea of being with someone  and also getting laid on a regular
basis. Tandrak missed having sex with Hale almost as much as he missed his dry
yet sorta witty remarks and his accent as well as, of course, his arms around
him. In short: he missed his lover. And he could hardly ditch training and go on
vacation.

It was still early in the morning, but it never got as bright on the Citadel as
it did back in Altador or even down in Meridel. Tandrak blamed it on the same
magic (or whatever it was) that kept the whole thing aloft and didn't really
care. It had always been that way.
He was going through his every day routine, a number of exercises he'd been
doing ever since he'd had that injury during the season previous to the first
Cup. He'd had no reason to complain ever since and no further injuries, but the
doctors had stated that keeping up the exercises would only help him. So he did
his stretching and weight training, going through the motions without giving it
much thought.

His head was busy remembering how Hale had, on more than one occasion, shoved
him up against the wall, not unlike the first time he had touched Tandrak, and
taken him, roughly and faster than he usually did, holding Tandrak in place with
sheer force of muscles. He'd pushed his hips against Tandrak's, letting him feel
his erection through their clothes of which he got rid of only moments later.
And then he'd made Tandrak scream, mostly in delight, not caring in the least
who might hear, as he fucked him against the wall. There were no appropriate
pretty words for it.
Afterwards he had confessed that taking him like that had been one of Hale's
more pressing fantasies for a long time and since it felt as good as it did, who
was he to deny him its fulfillment?

At the same time Hale could be incredibly gentle and slow, like he had been the
night when Tandrak had come to his room at night. He'd stroke Tandrak into
oblivion, using only his hands and lips, tongue maybe, but hardly his teeth (and
he loved being bitten by Hale about as much as he loved biting him in the rush
of passion). He'd treat Tandrak as if he was made of fine china, tender and
carefully, being sweeter than a pirate had any right to be.
Tandrak remembered feeling warm and pampered afterwards, no pain whatsoever
because Hale had taken his time to prepare him, probably made him come in the
process, while being all mild and soothing even the tiniest flinch. Sometimes he
thought he might lose his mind during those sessions when he muttered an endless
series of 'I love you's and 'please please please's.

Some of the best moments in his memory were when he made Hale shout out and bawl
himself, finding that his blowjobs could drive a man mad in all the good ways.
He'd kiss and lick and suck and swallow, feeling Hale all hard against his lips
and inside his mouth and how he reacted to every single movement of his tongue,
every vibration he made when humming around Hale's erect member.
He tasted a spicey sort of bitter but not quite, something between wild and
tame, or just Hale. He loved touching the man with his mouth and lips, kissing
him everywhere, not just his lips and dick, but also the corner of his mouth,
his cheeks, the scar over his left eye, his throat and neck, his broad shoulders
which Tandrak loved in general, his well defined stomach, his back and his ass
because it was firm and gorgeous, especially without pants to hide under, and
his ears and the earring.
He could explore Hale's body for hours and always find another spot he hadn't
touched extensively before, another sensitive area that made the usually so in
control man lose himself and open up completely while writhing in pleasure.

On the evening before they had to part, Hale had, as if making a statement about
how he felt, tied him up, binding his wrists to the backboard of the bed and for
a few minutes they had merely stared at each other, realizing that it could not
last, not like this. Then Tandrak had pulled at the ropes and at the same time
Hale had bend forward and attacked his already bruised lips.
He didn't mind sacrificing controll to Hale at all, he felt safe with him, as if
all problems that might exist somewhere were suddenly far away and had nothing
to do with the two of them. The only thing that mattered was the man above him
who was, after foreplay that was too short and too long at the same time,
screwing his brains out. It was bliss and lasted forever throughout the night.

For some reason they had never gotten to the point of using their first names.
Hale was 'Hale' and Tandrak was 'Shaye' to him. For some reason that was more
intimate than any pet name could have been.

Tandrak thought of these things while going through his early morning exercises,
watching the sky turn a brighter grey-ish purple and waiting for the others to
wake up. He should probably take a cold shower before they did.



                            Kapitel 5: Locker Room
                            ----------------------


"SHHH! Will you be quiet!", Tandrak hissed.
"'s not me that's doin' the moaning, Shaye.", Hale mused and his strong hand
pressed firmly against Tandrak's crotch, making him groan in obvious approval of
the movement, "See?", Hale grinned crookedly.
Tandrak leaned against Hale and away from the locker behind him, hoping to make
more groping difficult, but Hale had no problems with closeness, quite the
opposite. "Want to fuck you up against these lockers, ye know? Have ma way with
you, like I know ye love..."
Tandrak's hands were in Hale's thick blue fur before he'd thought about it,
dragging him in for a kiss. "The fangirls will hear though.", he muttered in
protest before licking a wet path into Hale's mouth.
Hale didn't really care, but he knew Tandrak did, which meant he was still able
to think coherently.
They kissed until they had to break away for air and Hale, loving how Tandrak
panted helplessly in his arms, quickly snuck his arms around him and begann to
slide down the pants he had opened before. Tandrak made a protesting noise but
let him procede, like he couldn't wait to get Hale's hot hands on him.
"I dun care 'bout anyone else.", Hale breathed in Tandrak's ear, "I care about
ye."
Tandrak burried his head against Hale's broad chest to muffle a surprised scream
as the pirate's rough hands started to touch his cock, gently at first, but with
increasing urge. He could feel the other's need against him, but they were so
close he could hardly move, much less get his hands on him. He pressed his hips
toward his skilled hands instead, trying to get his head and lips to coordinate
and produce an answer to Hale's statement, but only soft moans would come out,
which happened often enough when he was with Hale, able to feel him like this,
to smell him and hear him.
"See? Now nothing but us matters, eh?", Hale asked rethorically and Tandrak
nodded hastily, the need to be indefinitely closer to Hale almost overwhelming.
"Need you.", he managed to murmur, "Want you now."
"Yeah.", Hale sighed, "Me, too. Got any...?"
Tandrak's Hand let go of Hale and slammed against his locker behind him, a
little stronger than he had intended. "In there.", he explained but made no move
to retrieve the items in question, leaving that to Hale who quickly found what
he was looking for.
"Hmm.", he made an appreciating sound, "So well prepared."
Tandrak chuckled, "Like you aren't."
"Yeah, but my locker's farther 'way.", his hand was on Tandrak's hip, pushing
ever so slightly, "Turn 'round for me?", he asked and Tandrak didn't waste any
time doing so.
He looked over his shoulder, watching as Hale covered his one hand in lube and
their eyes met as Hale leaned in closer again. "Ready?", he asked and at
Tandrak's eager nod started preparing his lover. He usually took his time,
showing a patience that one might not expect (but what Tandrak had found was
really in his nature), but they wouldn't be slow this time, this was a hurried
occasion, they both knew their time was limited.
"Hale, please!", Tandrak begged soon enough and Hale was more than willing to
give him what he asked for.
"Want me deep, do ye?", Hale grunted as he retracted his fingers and slowly
pushed inside Tandrak.
"Yeah~!", he answered, relishing the feel of Hale inside him. He'd been waiting
too long for just this, it didn't matter where or how anymore. It was perfect.
"Faster, Hale... please?"
"Any time.", came the reply and instantly he quickened his pace, pounding into
Tandrak who tried and failed to hold onto something  untill Hale grabbed both
his wrists and held them in a death lock next to his head.
Tandrak let his head hang between his shoulders, feeling weak in his knees and
able to move with Hale's because it was the only thing that mattered. He hadn't
felt this good, this complete, for weeks. Or longer. Now his head was spinning
with Hale's movements and sounds - god those beautiful sounds from deep in his
throat - and he knew they were close, both of them.
"Hale... god, Hale... so good, Hale...", he babbled, the feel of that hot body
behind him, in him, more than enough to rob him of his senses, "Nnh... soon..."
Hale's tongue slipped along Tandrak's neck, then there were teeth, teasing him,
not quite biting, though he'd loved that. "Love ye, Shaye... god, love ye so
much...", he was about as far gone as Tandrak, and within a few seconds he came,
burried deep inside Tandrak, finally biting down hard on the other man's
shoulder to hide a loud groan.
Tandrak, pushed over the edge, screamed out loud, not caring for the moment who
might hear - but there was no need to worry; outside in the stadium the game was
over and the fans howled and screamed loud enough to drown out every other
noise.
The two men were breathing hard, smiling and then laughing out their release,
hidden behind a wall of sound from the outside while each of them could have
cared less.




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