THE LOCKER ROOM OF LOVE 1st. Pt. [Castiel x Lysander x Alexy?][MCL][BL]

Hi there! Here's the second chapter for my Secret in the locker room fanfiction. I hope you like it!
I don't want to sound repetitive but I'm kind of a nazi grammar xP so if you happen to see any mistake please let me know about it! ;D

Disclaimer: The characters do not belong to me, they belong entirely to their creator ChiNoMiko.

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It was the soldier first, yeah that’s right, the newcomer with the ‘I’m a tough guy’ attitude the one that caught my eye. Discrete yet well-defined muscles, tempting collar bones, messy brown hair, deep green eyes, really promising. Besides, the military outfit suits him wonderfully, giving him a touch of sensuality that my high-standard tastes couldn’t simply ignore. “He’s totally my type: ‘a traditional beauty’”, thought I, “it won’t be easy to approach to him with so many girls fluttering around him, though… well, who cares, I’ll definitely find my way through”. I could picture myself walking through him in order to testing the ground, calculate my chances and finally do what I happen to enjoy so much: finding the slightest and almost imperceptible crack in his straightness and slip myself little by little through it till unable not to feel seduced by me: the perfect strategy. With this I don’t mean to assert I’m some ‘homme fatale’, irresistibly and unavoidably seductive guy who rejoices in fooling around with any off guard hot guy. No, no, no, I’m not so frivolous. Yet, if I want something and that something is within my reach then why not to reach out and take it?

Nevertheless, it seems to be I don’t know myself as much as I thought I did, hence my prediction was totally mistaken. My eyes wouldn’t meet with the brunette’s green eyes, but they’d definitely find themselves looking incessantly the disparity, or rather, the perfect balance the amber and emerald of certain boy’s eyes made. What is to say about his outfit and his ever formal speech? He could as well have been taken from another era and brought to this one. One of a kind for sure!

It was after physical education, while in the locker room, that my attention was diverted from the new boy to the white-haired one. Armin and I were near the mirror changing our sport clothes when Lysander entered the room to do the same. To tell the truth we didn’t pay him the slightest attention and soon were we over. As usual, I, the ever-got-to-look-my-best turned to the mirror to check everything was in its place. My dark-haired twin was standing behind me with arms crossed waiting impatiently for me to finish tidying myself up. That moment was when we first notice an enormous “black spot” right in Lysander’s back. At the same time we turned in our feet and realized that the “black spot” we just saw was indeed an elaborated tattoo.

—I’ll see you outside— said the red-haired boy that was also there, to Lysander, as heading to the exit door.

At the time the white-haired boy was up to put on some completely obsolete piece of clothes, I almost by reflex shout —Wait! —surprising everyone— would you let me give it a closer look? —I told Lys whom had turned slightly to my direction— your tattoo I mean, would you?

—There’s really nothing to be seen, there’s nothing extraordinary about it, but if you wish please do so.

He didn’t have to repeat himself for me to shorten the distance between us and find myself absorbed by the sight of his tattoo and his broad & well-built back. For a moment I wasn’t certain anymore whether I was fascinated by his tattoo or by the way his perfectly sculpted shoulder blades served it as frame. Not thinking it twice I reached out and traced softly the lines of the tattoo with my fingertips.

I wouldn’t have known Castiel was still there watching the scene if he haven’t clicked his tongue in annoyance. I instinctively withdraw my hand from Lysander’s skin and turned to see who’d been the one that’d just ruined my special moment.

—Don’t take too long. We’ve got stuff to do —called the red-haired fellow with an angry tone reassuming his way out.

To tell the truth, Lysander didn’t seem to be pleased either by my display of audacity. —May I dress already?

—Ah, sure! —said I smilingly— I’m sorry. It’s just really beautiful the work they’ve done there. By the way, I don’t think I’ve introduced myself as required. I’m Alexy, nice to meet you —explained I, offering my hand.

The white-haired guy still shirtless gave me his hand. Front to front I at last became acquainted with the peculiar beauty of his two-coloured eyes. —It’s a pleasure to meet you Alexy, my name is Lysander.

After that, my brother impatiently urged me to leave. He had a game to reassume and he’s left his device in the institute’s lockers.

—Did you see his eyes? —I asked him once we were out.

—Not particularly, why? —answered he, distractedly.

—Each one is a different colour! Amber’s the right and green’s the left. Like two precious stones in search for the right balance —Armin’s response wasn’t any better this time. An indifferent “I see” was all I got. It was comprehensible, though. The only thing capable to awake his interest was videogames after all. Not to mention my brother didn’t have the slightest interest in the ones of his same genre.

Outside of the gym I found Castiel in the yard, as usual, leaning against a tree. “Does this guy never have class?” was the first thing to cross my mind. His sharp gray eyes looked at my brother and I with a tinge of despise in them as we walked towards the main building. Even though we’ve barely arrived to the institute I was well aware of the ‘bad guy’ reputation he had. In spite of that he’d never seemed to hold a grudge on us before so why was he glaring at us all of a sudden? “This cannot be a good sign”.

As I don’t like to think over and over again about the same, I decided to forget the weird attitude of Lys’ friend, and taking advantage of my excellent relationship with the girls I did a little research about the white-haired boy whom seem to only open himself to the red-haired guy given the fact that nobody was able to give me much data about him. Apparently he was occasionally spotted with Rosalya, the handsome white-haired girl, because she seemed to be involved in a romantic affair with Lys’ older brother. None of the girls was completely certain if he did or did not have a girlfriend outside the school, but so I heard from one of my lovely friends that he was in a band with Castiel. I was surprised by the fact he was indeed the vocalist. Not that he had an annoying voice, but it was, well, kinda expressionless. And just in case my curiosity to listen to him singing wasn’t enough to raise my interest up high, I soon learnt that he was also the one writing the lyrics. “I wonder if he’d let me take a look to them”, I told myself leaning my cheek on my palm, while sit on the desk pretending to pay attention to the boring class, as if I didn’t have better things to think of! Like Lysander by instance.

To be continued...