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The victory was sweet.
Winning always felt great, but beating their biggest rival Fnatic on the rift always brought a special feeling to Caps. The team was on their way to the Fnatic lounge to claim their prize for tonight’s Winner’s Choice. Chatting amicably with his teammates, Caps pushed through the door of the familiar lounge.
His good mood drastically dropped at the sight of two people sitting on the couch.
Rekkles and Nemesis.
Two people who took a large part of Caps’ rapid mood changes these days.
Nemesis was comfortably settled on Rekkles’ lap as if that was his place. The Swede’s head was rested on Nemesis’ shoulder, his tattooed arms around the Midlaner holding him tight.
A tinge of jealousy swirled in Caps' chest.
Seeing an ex openly flirting with someone else would never be a pleasant experience to anyone.
Too focused on the duo, the Dane did not even notice the presence of other Fnatic players.
“Rekkles…”
Nemesis tried to stand up when he spotted the G2 players but Rekkles did not let him go. He murmured inaudible words and Nemesis nodded. Rekkles carefully put the Slovene down on the couch and stood up in front of him, hiding the Slovene from the sight. Hylissang did the same thing, standing next to the Swede with his arms crossed.
“What do you want?”
Rekkles barked, not hiding his annoyance in his voice.
“We just want to claim our prize.”
“Then give us the name and leave.”
“Well, well, well, who should we choose from these 5 losers?”
Jankos was putting on a show just to taunt the Fnatic players. He and Perkz would humiliate them a little then choose Rekkles.
It was their usual routine.
"Yeah, whatever."
Bwipo groaned.
While others were exchanging their banter and bickering, Caps turned his attention back to Rekkles. The Swede's one hand was on the back of the Slovene's neck.
“Okay, we decided. We want-”
Caps cut off Perkz mid-sentence and blurted out.
“Nemesis.”
He could feel his teammates’ curious glances thrown at him. They originally agreed on having Rekkles as usual.
“…Who?”
“I said we want Nemesis for the Winner’s choice.”
Caps and Rekkles’ eyes met for the first time ever since G2 players entered the lounge. The Dane tried his best not to tremble under Rekkles’ death glare. If a look could murder a person, he would be torn into million pieces by now. Caps has never seen Rekkles this angry, he did not even seem this furious even when Caps left Fnatic and joined G2.
“You-”
Rekkles tried to move but Hylissang quickly intervened.
“Martin, no.”
Rekkles sighed and opened his lips again.
“…No, not Nemesis. Pick someone else.”
“What the fuck? We are the winners. We get to choose, not you, loser.”
Perkz smirked at the enemy Captain.
“I don’t care. Nemesis is off-limits.”
Rekkles said firmly.
With an exaggerated sigh, the G2 Captain opened his mouth again.
“If you’re that desperate to save your boyfriend’s ass, we’ll take yours instead.”
Before Rekkles had a chance to respond, Nemesis pulled a small of Rekkles’ shirt.
“I can handle it.”
“I know, but not today.”
“It’s just a few hours. I’ll be fine. Let me do it as your...”
Nemesis trailed off his words. Rekkles tried to say something but one look at the G2 players and he pursed his lips.
Rekkles eventually nodded.
“…Okay. Call me when you’re done and I’ll pick you up right away.”
Then Rekkles looked at G2 players, more precisely at Caps.
“Don’t hurt him.”
“Chill out, dude. We’re not gonna torture him, jeez.”
Wunder muttered.
Nemesis nodded at Rekkles and left the lounge with the G2 players.
“Martin, don’t worry. He’ll be fine.”
Hylissang patted the back of the Captain who still looked tensed and worried.
“…I hope so.”
Tomorrow was Lunar Eclipse.
“You can have him first.”
Wunder said sitting on a sofa. Perkz, Miky, and Jankos were already busy together on the other side of the king bed.
Feeling a little nervous, Caps turned his head to the boy who was silently standing in front of him, his eyes fixed on the ground. The Dane looked at the Slovene and noticed that he was wearing Rekkles’ jacket. Annoyed, the Dane asked Nemesis to strip down and the Slovene obeyed without any resistance.
“Kneel down. Hands behind your back and open your mouth.”
Caps shoved his cock into Nemesis’ hot mouth, fucking him roughly without a care in the world. He pulled Nemesis’ hair harshly causing him to choke.
‘Why him!’
He did not expect Rekkles to move on that fast after their break up. Caps thought he could come back to him. It sounds cocky but Caps knew how much Rekkles loved him, so it was shocking when Rekkles started hanging out with the Fnatic's new Midlaner almost right away. The Swede did not publicly announce it, but he also did not hide his relationship with the rookie, always touching Nemesis even in public, which was one of the reasons why almost no team chose Nemesis for the Winner's choice.
What was so special about this rookie Midlaner?
Caps did not understand.
As Caps’ uncontrollable anger and jealousy towards his successor grew stronger, his movement became almost violent.
With a deep thrust, Caps came in Nemesis’ mouth. He let go of Nemesis’ hair, almost pushing him to the side and the Fnatic Midlaner collapsed on the carpeted floor like a fiddlestick.
“My turn!”
Wunder said rising from his seat.
“Hey.”
Caps called but the Slovene did not respond.
“Yo, get up. We don’t have much time.”
Wunder lightly shook the Slovene’s shoulder.
“What the fuck! He's burning.”
Wunder’s loud voice got everyone’s attention.
“What is it, Wunder?”
“He’s passed out I think.”
"What, already? Who passes out after a blowjob? Damn, we should've chosen Rekkles."
Jankos muttered as he continued caressing the inner thigh of Mikyx with his hands drawing a small moan from the Slovene.
"No, not that. I think he's sick. He's whole body is burning."
“Tim! Are you okay?”
Mikyx pushed away Jankos and quickly got down to the floor to check up on his friend.
“Tim! Oh my God. Why didn't you tell us! Wunder, help me putting him down on the bed. Someone bring cold water and a wet towel.”
“Should we call the ambulance?”
At that moment, Nemesis made a weak noise.
“Hey, hey, Tim, you hear me?”
“…Rekkles… Call Rekkles…”
Nemesis whispered.
Rekkles instantly picked up the call.
“Hey, this is Mikyx. Nemesis is looking for you.”
“What happened to him? Is he hurt? Did you hurt him?”
“Err, actually, he passed out. We’re sorry.”
“I’m gonna kill you, you motherfuckers!”
With that, Rekkles hung up the phone.
“Rekkles is on his way. Sounds pissed as fuck.”
Only a few minutes passed and someone was banging on the door.
It almost sounded like the person was hammering down the whole house.
“Stop, stop! I’ll open it!”
As soon as Wunder unlocked the door, Rekkles rushed inside, his look as sharp as a knife to murder anyone in the sight.
“What the fuck man, did you TP in IRL or what?”
With a blink of an eye, Rekkles was already skipping stairs to the upper floor.
“Tim!”
As soon as Rekkles jumped into the bedroom, the G2 players automatically moved away from the bed and let Rekkles get closer to his teammate.
“Fuck off before I rip your heads off.”
Martin barked and everyone rushed out of the room without a word.
“Tim.”
Rekkles softly called his protégé. Feeling Martin's hand touching his face, Tim slowly opened his eyes. His head hurt and his body felt heavy.
“…I am sorry. I should’ve listened to you.”
“Shhh, it’s fine, baby. How do you feel? Anything other than heat?”
“My head hurts but that’s it.”
“Good. We’re going to the cottage now.”
“Can I take a shower first? I sweat like a pig.”
“Sure. I’ll help you.”
Rekkles covered Nemesis’ body with a bedsheet and picked up the younger player in his arms.
The Swede opened the door and saw the G2 players anxiously waiting in the hallway.
“Is he okay?”
“He’s fine. Now move over.”
Rekkles swiftly carried Nemesis to the bathroom.
When Rekkles and Nemesis got out of the shower, the players were still standing in the hallway.
“We are really sorry, Tim.”
Mikyx said. He was feeling terrible for not stopping his teammates at the Fnatic lounge in the first place.
“I’m sorry, Nemesis.”
Caps apologized, guilt evident in his voice.
Tim silently nodded.
"A-And sorry, Martin."
Rekkles ignored him and two Fnatic players left the G2 gaming house.
Caps blankly stared at the door that Rekkles just walked out.
"Rasmus..."
"Sorry, I'll be in my room."
Caps locked himself in his bedroom and cried.
What if he had not picked Nemesis, if he had not been that rough with the Slovene, so many meaningless questions floated in the Dane's head.
But one thing was clear.
Now Rekkles would hate him forever, that was for sure.