"How may I help you?"
Agon stood at the cash register, unloading it, looking at the day's worth of savings they'd racked up recently. He glimpsed. About two 20's, three 10's, and about one 100 dollar bill they placed underneath the register they knew Agon wouldn't steal from because he's a trustworthy employee with customers, right?
Dumb trashes. He thought idly to himself, smirking. A girl stood in front of him. Blonde. Fur coat. Looked rich. Pretty lipstick.
Not pretty. He thought. But pretty enough. Doable. He shrugged his shoulders and put on that fake, charming smile of his again that Geminis like him just so happened to have.
"Oh, so handsome!" The lady cooed. She waved her bright Japanese couture fan in front of her face, looking at him. A cougar, Agon suspected, though, wasn't totally against it. "How old are you, you say, again?"
"17." Agon took the lady's bill. She was buying a pair of shoes. Jordans, he recognized. Retro 7's. Blue. He placed it into the register and fished out 1 dollar and 27 cents. "Your change," he awfully grumbled, handing it to her. She smirked.
"Keep it." The lady said to him suddenly.
He looked up in response. She wasn't talking about the change. He scanned her over again. Agon was incredibly smart. He read her body language.
"The shoes." she said, expanding upon her statement. "Keep them. They're for you, after all."
Agon smirked. This wasn't unusual, either. People bought him things all the damn time. He was handsome. He had good looks. He had the charming smile. He had the build. He had everything he could want—
Then the demon walked in.
His hair was bleached blond. His eyes a striking blue, almost seeming like glitter the way they fluctuated between dark tones and light. Agon scanned him over quickly. Skinny. Lanky. Boney. Wore nothing other than black. He saw the piercings.
"Welcome to Finish Line," Agon mumbled coarsely in recite from memory. "How can I help you?"
The demon walked around the store, probing almost, every section; every inch; every wall. He perched a gun over his shoulders.
"Bye, Agon!" the lady cheered, saying her farewells. Another Sugarmama. Great. He smirked. She'd probably be around weekly on the course of daily 3 days just to chat until they… he smirked again. Slept together, probably. He laughed coarsely under his breath as he grabbed the box of shoes the lady bought him and placed them underneath the desk.
The demon came up to him.
"You think you can help me pick out a pair of shoes?" He hissed. Agon squinted his eyes. The demon laid his elbow upon the surface of the checkout counter, prying Agon, scanning. He found himself doing the same thing.
The demon laughed. His mouth opened up into a row of long teeth; fangs, upon seeing Agon step out from behind the checkout counter to help him with his craft. Agon led him over to a wall. The demon followed.
"What are you looking for?" Agon asked him. His shift would end in two hours. He usually didn't have enough patience to deal with trashes, which was part of the reason why he chose to work part time, although barely going to school enough as it is and skipping half the time throughout the day, honestly. Even though Agon said he worked part time, this was testing his patience. He'd only have to be there for three hours, and today he'd only been there for one, which meant he still had two more to go.
He sucked his teeth.
"That's a nice bill you got there," The demon next to him laughed hoarsely behind him, glancing at his pocket. "Get it from the register? Gonna share it with your pals? Kekekeke…!"
Keen eyes. Agon noticed that trait. People who played sports. They had that trait. He looked at the frame of his body again. Skinny. Small. Although the same height.
Agon opened his mouth to speak, to bite back at him, although being an employee, but the trash beat him to it.
"I like those up there." The demon spoke, voice… soft. He stretched up, his sweater riding his stomach, showing a pale belly; remnants of abs, pointing to a pair of Nikes. White Air Force 1's. Agon looked at them. His voice was soft, again, he reminded. Odd.
"What size?" Agon asked.
"You can measure." The demon taunted. His eyes glimmered, glocking a grin, eyebrows raising. His tongue traced his teeth.
Agon squinted. He scowled. The demon began to laugh. He seated himself upon the shoe bench, crossing his legs, letting Agon reach up and grab the display shoe before him; eyes peered at his back. Agon could feel them. They were the same as his. Cold. Blue. Checking him out.
Gay faggot. Agon thought in his head before bringing the shoe down, checking the price again. About $115.
"You gay?" Agon asked, or rather, found himself asking the blond demon. The demon cocked his eyebrow and began to smile.
"Oh? Getting down to business already, aren't we?" he responded, cheeky. "Thou wouldn't ask one unless thou art one, right, Fucking Dread Employee?"
Agon laughed to himself bitterly. This one had a tongue. These trashes really tested his patience. Especially with this job. He clenched his fist, turning around.
"What's your size?" he smirked idely, irate. "Trash!"
The manager looked up from his magazine behind the checkout counter at Agon, flicking his eyes upward at him. "Agon." he warned. "Do that again and you're off for the day." He flipped another page in the magazine before returning his gaze to it. Agon bit his lower lip. Damn. These outbursts of his were really going to dock his pay if he didn't stop. Not that he cared, though. He could just rob the manager again if it did.
"Your size again, trash?" Agon asked, more light this time, still grinning ear to ear. He spoke to the manager, looking the demon in the eye. "Don't worry. We're friends. I call him this all the time, right?"
His eyes peered into the demon. The same eyes looked at him.
"Size 13." he told him. "Fucking Dread."
Agon almost bit himself. No fucking way a demon his size could be that size. The demon laughed humorously as Agon figured out silently he was taunting him from the very beginning. It wasn't unapparent to him. He knew. He took out the measuring tool they used to measure the client's foot size hurriedly from under the bench and kneeled down before the trash, placing his hands upon the trash's ankle, looking up at him as he uncrossed his legs. He still held the shoe in his other free hand. His left. He could use both. The trash scanned him. Again.
"Take off your shoe." he told him bitterly. "Trash."
"Why?" the trash leered, taunting. "So you can take off your belt?"
Agon gritted his teeth. He tore the trash's shoe off forcefully. He wore a pair of black formal cow leather wrinkle-lace up shoes. They weren't all that bad. Maybe the person wearing them, but not the shoes. He had a pair of unlaced ones at home.
He placed the silver measuring plate against the trash's feet. The trash looked him over. Agon noted he had piercings. Again. He glanced at the measuring.
A size 7.
He placed the measuring tool against the ground and walked away, retreating towards the storage room to find the pair of White Air Force 7's that were a size 7.
He grabbed a size 8.
"Here." He tossed the shoebox at the trash. "Those were the only size closest to you that I could find."
Really, only bothered searching for, he kept to himself. Agon smirked to himself silently. Weird trash. Hoped he'd never come back again.
"That's fine." the demon grinned, holding the box in his arms. "I'll grow into them, soon enough. Kekekeke…"
Agon stopped smiling. Weird-ass trash. Agon said bitterly to himself in his head. He walked away towards check out counter and led the trash there once he had finished trying on the shoes. They did look good. On him. Paired together with his leather pants. Tight.
"Your total's $115." Agon said, staring at him, blank. The trash looked over the counter at Agon, then the register.
"Oh?" He cackled, smirking lowly. "Do I get a best friend discount, too?"
The manager looked up at Agon. He was seated, now. In a pull up chair. Black. "Go ahead and give it to him," he said. "Agon."
Agon cursed. He wanted to scream. He wanted to kick the trash the hell out his store! Despite, that, he couldn't. The trash had done nothing wrong and Agon couldn't think of a smart lie to have this trash thrown out besides making maybe normal attempts to hit on him that weren't even normal and all in his head.
Damn.
Agon added a 15% discount to the trashes grand total. It added up to being $97.75… after the best friend discount, which really was only used as a discount for family friends or loyal customers.
"Thank you." the trash demon thanked, giggling to himself silently. "Agon."
He read his name tag. Agon glanced down. Oh. Right. He looked at the other's chest as he turned around towards the doorway entrance to exit. He didn't have a name. All he knew him as was the lanky demon. No matter. Agon didn't care for trashes names.
Especially this one in particular.
Agon learned the trash's name was Hiruma Youichi and a name to be feared upon returning home and completing his shift from his twin Unsui when talking idly about his appearance in annoyance. Bleached blond hair. Dumb as hell, if you asked him. The piercings, too. His twin had suggested Agon get this job because it provided good influence and experience in terms of working in a professional field one day. Agon wasn't up for it at first because his usual source of income was beating trashes up, then robbing them afterwards when they pleaded for him not to break their collarbone, which he did in the end, telling them to shut up, kicking them. They were such a nuisance.
Little did Agon know… the same night, the trash named Hiruma Youichi pulled up every profile and researched him to his heart's content.
"The Godspeed Impulse, huh?" he laughed coarsely to himself in the damp darkness, eyes lit by the laptop screen in front of him. "Kekekeke…"
Agon rested on his back, then flopped over on his stomach, dreads sprawling themselves over his head and back. He stripped off his pants, then shirt, and slept naked, despite Unsui's protest upon walking in telling him not to and put on pajama pants because they shared a room… Agon tuned him out. The trash with the piercings covered his mind. He'd hope he'd forget about him in the morning. For good.
That was until Hiruma started working there the next day.
"Ah~?" Agon dropped his sports bag upon the floor, returning to work, walking in the back employee locker room where staff often ate their lunch or changed in and out of uniform. Hiruma grinned.
"Ain't that a shame." He poked fun at Agon. "You were hoping to work by yourself today, weren't you, you isolated dreaded freak?! Kekekeke! What a sad pussy."
"Ah?!" Agon leered out. "You callin' out the one between your legs, trash?"
His voice was smooth. He eased into laughter. This was going to be annoying. His only annoyance was the pompous customers that popped their heads in and out and didn't buy anything, docking his pay even more, which was part of the reason why Agon was allowed to stay despite his bad behaviour and mouth because with his natural talent and charisma, he could sell anything. Now, he had to worry about another bothersome trash. Named Hiruma.
Ew. Gross.
His face scrunched up. He could always pressure him to quit or influence his decision making through trash talk—
"It seems it'll only be us today." Hiruma spoke softly suddenly, saying to him. He froze. He stood from the bench. "Besides the manager. Won't this be fun, Agon? Kekeke…"
He chewed on a stick of gum.
The two of them worked together, oddly enough, a wild match. Hiruma seemed to know exactly what Agon was thinking, in moments of sheer instantaneous saying of shoes and what types to wear for practice and such.
"What sport you play, trash?" Agon asked while back in the storage room, placing a box of Yeezy Boost 350's among the top shelf. "You must play, right?"
"Shut up." Hiruma told him. "You ask too many questions. You know that'll be bothersome for the ladies if you keep this up! Kekekek—"
Agon tightened his fist into a punch.
He hurled his hand at Hiruma.
Cool metal met his knuckles. It was cold. He glanced at the gun's barrel pointing at him, the one that Hiruma always lounged around his shoulder so proudly all the time. He recognized it as this one. He wasn't going to punch Hiruma. Hiruma knew that. He held his gun's staff to his face, allowing Agon to retreat his fist.
Hiruma didn't come here to check Agon out. Agon knew that. He was testing him. The trash was smart. So was Agon. He looked at him.
"Beefhead, no." he said. "Anger issues, yes." He reloaded his gun with two bullets, laughing to himself silently. "Aren't you just the perfect Little Genius? Kekekeke…"
Agon breezed over him. His eyes flicked left to right. Over Hiruma. He remained silent. Agon asked him a question, veins pulsing through his forehead and arms.
"The hell are you here for, trash?" He asked smooth, relaxing. He combed his fingers through his dreadlocks. Black. "You can either answer or get your face smashed in by my fist. Your choice, trash."
"You work out?" Hiruma's eyes glazed over him suddenly. He stopped fingering with the bullets in his weapons holster. He shut the flap closed. "Fucking Dread?"
"Crushing guys like you," he answered in response, grinning lowly, ear to ear. "Who like to get annihilated by me. Yeah, kukuku… You want to become one of them, trash?"
Hiruma smirked.
"Then don't get in my way." Agon stood up to his full height. 5'8. For now. "Flutter your wings all you want, trash, and I'll crush them. Commoners with their dreams; trashes with imagination—makes me sick! It bugs the hell out of me. Kukuku… it's the best pleasure ever watching their dreams go poof! Right in the palm of my hands."
"You like to get off to that, huh?" Hiruma taunted, eyes didn't falter. "That's fine. I got a job for you."
"Ah?"
"You can get anything you want, money, chicks, whatever it'll take, I'll give it to you, sole long as you help me out." He examined him. Agon. "I'm making a threat notebook. I need the muscle. You have it. You get to beat anyone you want up—"
"What makes you think I'll do that, trash?" Agon laughed lowly in coarse breaths. Hiruma flashed yen in front of his face. Money. Agon's eyes gleamed over it.
"You do it all the time," he said. "It should be no different. You get the girl; save, rescue her, and hope to bang her while I get useful blackmail information and build my empire of slaves. You in of not?"
"After work." Agon smirked. "Come see me, trash. If you don't want to be annihilated. Kukuku…"
He left the storage room, walls echoing the chills of his cruel laughter. Hiruma smirked to himself silently. This was only the beginning. Agon wasn't a meathead bloodthirsty piece of shit with pure rage and anger swelled up in a ball of testosterone. He had what appealed Hiruma the most.
A brain.
A muscle with a brain, huh? Hiruma flexed the palm of his hand, thinking idly to himself. Shouldn't be too problematic. Moody bastard. As long as Hiruma knew how to twist and bend Agon's moods to his favor then there was no problem, or issue.
The days seemed to blend together. Agon spent everyday with Hiruma, and got bored when he didn't, finding himself itching to fight, hoping to find Hiruma in the back of some alleyway holding a camera, filming the naked trashes at his feet begging for mercy while Agon pickpocketed them. Unsui wasn't happy. He never was, in terms of Agon making decisions and his decision making process. It was an extra source of income, one Agon could use to buy girls he met gifts and sweet talk them into bed.
He thought of Hiruma.
Hiruma and Agon grew close. Their conversations flowed naturally. Agon didn't have to put a fake wall in front of the trash like he found himself doing with trashes everyday just to get through it, and if problemsome enough, he'd tell them to fuck off. Maybe it was because Hiruma had the same type of humor and brilliance he had that reminded him of himself. Although conversations vulgar, the two of them saw reconciliation within one another that they hadn't found in anyone else.
Hiruma told Agon where he went to school.
"Deimon." He said atop a balcony one day, sitting down, eating lunch with Agon. Agon had a bottle of beer. Sake. He drank out of it, then took a nasty bite of his cheeseburger. He had just finished beating two rival gangs that originally planned to battle each other, then upon Agon's gracious arrival, teamed up to oppose him. Agon beat them within seconds. He could read their movements. Always. These trashes were so see-through nowadays, kukuku! Maybe that's why he sought interest in Hiruma. He wasn't so transparent with Agon and gave him something to figure out and think about, although he usually never ended up doing, but always came close. He recognized trashes feared them, but he didn't Hiruma.
Neither did Hiruma fear him.
How could trashes fear a skinny bony demon with bleached hair? Agon thought originally, until he saw how Hiruma networked and what this book of slaves was all about. Hiruma was smart. Intelligent. Although raunchy and bizarre in behavior, that trash was smart.
Like him.
Could he…
"Deimon?" Agon smacked aloud. "Ah? Why is a trash like you going there?"
He smirked. "Happened to be in the neighborhood." he said. He was lying. Agon could only figure out something else behind that. What?
Agon bit into his cheeseburger again. "Why not go to Shinryuji?" He asked him nonchalant. "You could've easily gotten in, trash. I go there. You should transfer."
"How romantic." Hiruma folded his earpiece into Agon's cheeseburger wrapping. "You always say the right things."
"Shut up." Agon snapped. "Of course I do. I'm a genius. What'd you expect?" He bit into his cheeseburger again, bringing his legs to his chest, growing uneasy, staring ahead. Hiruma remained silent. Agon spoke again.
"What sport you play, trash?" He asked.
Hiruma did nothing but laugh. "You're so concerned with me today." he said, cackling. "Weirdo! Better tell the kids to run away now before you end up touching one of them, horny bastard."
Hiruma never really ate. Agon saw him drink cups of coffee. Black. But he never ate. He was skinny. He figured Hiruma struggled with some sort of eating habit, but never felt the care to expand upon it.
Unsui and Agon shared a dorm at the university. Unsui had requested the two share a dorm to keep watch of Agon and make sure he's okay, which really meant making sure Agon did nothing stupid, which Agon would never do, because he's intelligent. Unsui figured his twin would be misunderstood, and often times by him, ever since he was little. Agon was always impulsive. A bright child. That was until…
Their mom died.
June 27th. They were four back then. Agon's light went out. It dimmed. Agon never told him what he went through with their mom, in terms of seeing her struggle with a severe case of Tuberculosis. Agon always had impeccable memory, but all he knew of his twin was that ever since that day Agon was never the same. He didn't shake out of it. He became unempathetic. Cold. Silent. Sometimes cruel. He was lighthearted to Unsui and remained playful, but around others, Agon began to distance himself and soon, he became alone.
He had no friends.
The only remnants of he could remember from his childhood memories of his twin and what happened to cause the drastic shift in personality was a doctor's appointment. He stopped playing with his blocks upon hearing the words…
"...PTSD."
Agon didn't tell Unsui he struggled with a severe case of Chronic Stress Disorder. He had had it since he was 7, and got diagnosed then. He didn't bother with his medication, since it made him feel unlike who he was, and hid it from Unsui's sight in the dorm. He only had one pill bottle, and that was kept beneath the blood soaked clothes from gang members Agon roughed up that Unsui wouldn't dare go near or touch.
A week went by. Hiruma stopped coming to work upon issuing 3 orders of cleats. That meant that Hiruma played either baseball or American football. It was down to those two options. He hadn't seen Hiruma during that time. Not even in the gang alleyways he fought inside.
Another week passed. Hiruma phased through his mind. Agon didn't register that Hiruma looked different from the other trashes. The long pointed sharp teeth his twin told him about upon hearing Agon's first encounter with him and the same pointed ears. Like a devil. Trash were all trash in his mind. The only distinction in his mind were the piercings Hiruma wore.
Black.
Hiruma called him another week later for a job of beating up a local ordinary gang as usual. Nothing out of the ordinary. Agon went right on ahead and met Hiruma. It was a gang he recognized. He banged the boss's girlfriend and they had chased him around the city for 3 or so hours. He wasn't even out of breath. Hiruma was shocked. He had been purposefully testing Agon. Each and every single time they were together. The limits of his strength. His stamina.
There were none.
He did what he was told and wanted, crushing the trashes beneath him. He sat on one and began to count the money of the wallet he had pickpocketed out of the trash's pocket.
"No matter how many of them gather in the end," Agon felt particularly open with Hiruma, today, lately, saying. "Trash is still trash."
Hiruma had noticed Agon chopped his hair. His dreadlocks hung around his cheeks, still long, but short. His babyface shown in. He laughed to himself silently.
"People who don't have talent," Agon continued, "have no right to live."
He wore a tanktop today. An orange one. And white sweatpants. Shoes, too, looking slim. Agon's muscular anatomy and curves were no joke. Played football, Hiruma knew, and was good at it too. He played for the Shinryuji Nagas with his twin. Won MVP at the Tokyo Tournament his first year. His Godspeed Impulse was unfathomable. The limits to Agon… he could only wonder.
Agon usually went on crazy rants, some out of spite, and some out of anger, but this one felt different. Intimate. Agon was a complicated bastard, but that's how he liked him. He didn't want a puppet. Was this his way of… reaching out to Hiruma?
Hiruma paused.
He wondered how to approach this issue with Agon. His approach on talent didn't come from an empty pit. Anything Agon believed, Hiruma slowly understood, he believed in wholeheartedly and never turned away from. Stubborn.
"Kekeke!" Hiruma laughed. "Depending on how you do it, that's not necessarily true."
Agon's eyes went wide. He could feel the shift in open aura… closing off. He stared at him for an exact 12 seconds before saying something.
"What…?" he asked.
Hiruma didn't answer.
Why Agon chose to tell Hiruma this, he didn't know. Hiruma remained quiet. A shadow cast across his face. Agon didn't tell Hiruma he'd chosen to tell him this because he felt like he had talent.
He lacked the empathy to.
They stopped talking after that. The lack of communication seemed to drift between them. The two that were once close were now… separated.
Agon found Hiruma two weeks after he quit his job at Finish Line to wreck trashes. He gave the same answer to his manager when asked why he was quitting.
Agon had finished beating up a member of a nameless gang he had beaten, sitting down on his back, one knee up, fingering through his wallet when he heard a laugh.
Huh? He mumbled to himself silently. He wore a Miami Heat starter jacket and baggy cargo pants with Jordan 13's. He turned around. Beyond the gate separating him from the field, he found Hiruma cackling to himself proudly as he stared at his fat friend in a dougi, along with another friend standing next to him that looked beyond his years in age.
Agon's eyes went wide.
He smirked, opening his mouth in a weary smile, humming to himself silently. He stood. He stalked over to the gate and placed the palm of his hand through the fence, watching them, zeroing in on Hiruma.
Football, huh? he figured out.
Loud cackles were heard through the air.
Hiruma hadn't told Musashi and Kurita of Agon. He had been planning for Agon to meet them in their third year at Shinryuji when they all went so they could have a football team together, but that was all ruined when Agon auditioned for the Sports Scholarship and of course he fucking got it because he's a fucking genius and god walking in a human body.
Kurita sobbed.
His dreams were ruined.
Kukuku… it's the best pleasure ever watching their dreams go poof! Right in the palm of my hands.
Hiruma remembered Agon saying. He clutched the packet of sugarless gum he had been on since he was a kid. Dad and him struggled with sugar sensitivity, which caused him to be moody and he's struggled with it since with his diet in figuring out how to eat and what to eat. His eyes were pained. He was involved with Agon. This was all him. If he hadn't gotten involved with Agon then this would have never happened.
He clenched his teeth.
"Why?"
Hiruma asked him upon meeting. He already knew where he was. He always did. Girls sat around him. Something didn't sit right with Hiruma. Something didn't make sense. With Agon. That decision. There was nothing he could've done to cause it. No hints or signs Agon gave of applying to his high school to gain the full ride Sports Scholarship just for the heck of it, instead of applying for the New Year Exams Shinryuji held for all their students to take to remain there, despite being so intelligent. Hiruma needed to get to the bottom of it. He'd seen Agon memorize the English Alphabet and talk with him in it when they two were together as a joke upon his hotel's balcony, popping coke. Hm.
Agon was glad. Oh? he thought in his mind. The demon himself actually showed up, huh? He couldn't wipe the grin from his face. That fatass trash needed to stay away from Hiruma. That old man, too. He didn't need friends like that. What he needed was Agon.
"With your talent, you can easily enter through the normal exams." Hiruma continued. "Then it'll be Kurita, me, Musashi, and you and Ikkyu as well. We'll be an invincible team."
Agon smirked. He lumped him in with Ikkyu, huh? That's all that he thought of him as? He put him and that fatass pig called Kurita first, then Musashi, then him and Ikkyu last. That showed Hiruma subconsciously thought of Kurita and the Old Man higher than him. That meant he thought of their friendship… higher than his.
"Idiot." Agon told him. He stood. The lady with the fur coat lumped upon his arm. He'd probably sleep with her later. He walked forward. "I don't need failures like you; keep dreaming. Idiot."
He watched Agon walk away.
That was the last he saw of him.
Agon didn't tell him Hiruma was his only friend. Agon also didn't tell Hiruma that he only wanted Hiruma and him to go to Shinryuji together and become the ultimate tag team in their third year when Deimon only had two to play.
He also didn't tell him he was his first friend.
And the last.
It took the Kanto Tournament and two years into college and having a relationship with Hiruma for Agon to understand that Hiruma was his best friend. It took Hiruma four years including two years in college and having a relationship with Agon to understand that Agon had Chronic Stress Disorder, Anxiety, and ADHD that affected his decision making when it came to making friends and bonds. Hiruma had what Agon valued most.
Friends.
Which caused Agon to internalize things more deeply than others did; his anxiety. Agon knew he didn't own Hiruma. Hiruma knew he had no control over Agon. Those things weren't necessary in a relationship as close as this. They understood each other that much. It wasn't until a game's match in college where Agon attempted to make his feelings known to Hiruma by kissing him against the locker room's wall back in their first year.
Agon held Hiruma by the wrist. Hiruma looked away. Agon's eyes peered over him like a predator. Hiruma had synced their schedules up; they had all the same classes. They shared a dorm room. Just the two of them. This wasn't a coincidence. Hiruma had done this on purpose. Agon understood that Hiruma wasn't a purposeless trash like the others. Hiruma had figured Agon knew this thus far, but not the reason behind it. Hiruma had always liked Agon, ever since they'd met and upon figuring him out. He was the only man he could see himself with and that could handle him in all his madness, and the things he wanted… the way Agon's rage caused him to get wet all over just thinking about it and that unstoppable, unquenched anger. Those were things he'd always been attracted to. Agon's rough manners. The chances of Agon liking him back were about 1% in high school and moved up to a rough 2-3% in college once Hiruma had made 3 attempts to kiss Agon and tested his Godspeed Impulse and reaction time when they rode in Agon's car together that his dad gave him for completing the first semester with a 4.0 or during class and testing sessions by pecking his lips three times.
"The hell was that for, trash?" Agon had always responded, shrugging, looking ahead at the steering wheel as they drove. He made no attempts to stop Hiruma. Hiruma figured Agon was too simple-minded and an idiot who didn't even know that he subconsciously had a crush on Hiruma. Well, the chances of Agon having a crush on Hiruma were 2-3%, but then again, Agon was complicated.
When Agon had cornered Hiruma in the locker room and attempted to kiss him, leaning close, and Hiruma turned away, he wasn't ready. Yeah, sure the thought of cuddling with Agon ever since he'd seen him in the streets brawling and doing lighthearted things in the sheets of his bed was nice, but the actual moments and events of Agon actually trying to kiss him… he'd never thought it'd grow that far. The two of them had patched up their relationship up since high school, now in college, but… he wasn't ready just yet. Not ready for this—
"Agon—" He tried to say, turning his head from him, squinting his eyes in distilled pain, cursing in his head. Agon stopped.
He didn't say anything.
His eyes glazed him over. Hiruma wanted to tell Agon to stop looking at him. Quit looking at me. He wanted to say. Those eyes…
They reminded him of his father's.
"Hiruma-sempai!" The Fucking Monkey called out; Monta, Hiruma recognized. His eyes twitched in pained annoyance. Not now… he wanted to say. Not now, when the Fucking Dread decided to make his feelings known.
"I got it!" Hiruma called out to him, turning away, eyes unable to look Agon in his own, gaze silent. He cut off the Fucking Monkey before he could speak or decide to say another word. Agon's muscles tensed. There was a pause.
Then Agon kissed him.
Hiruma couldn't hold it back any longer. His claws raked at the back of Agon's neck as Agon held up his body against his waist, hands sprawled at each side of his thighs, rubbing him remorsefully as they kissed each other in the dampness of the room. He humped him against the wall. Moans were heard. From him. Hiruma's arms lounged across Agon's neck. He had been awfully silent. Not the usual Fucking Dread he knew him as. Maybe it was because they accepted each other's feelings.
Maybe it was because they were comfortable.
Maybe it was because they were sorry.
Agon broke away from Hiruma after fifteen seconds. Hiruma had never kissed anybody. He'd never had a boyfriend. He'd never had anything before. Hiruma could see fear in Agon's eyes… behind those shades he could see—
Agon ran away.
He dropped Hiruma and skittered. He ditched the game. Hiruma clenched his fist. Hurt. The one time he decided to trust Agon and make a leap—
He ran away.
Hiruma didn't put himself out there. He would be let down. He, who only began believing in others separate from numbers two years ago back at Deimon High School on the football team began finding himself missing the guaranteed satisfaction numbers gave him. Him and his father.
He let out a sigh painful sigh.
He simply straightened up his face, stiffened his lip, and shot rounds of bullets at Monta who came in to check on him, shouting, "I was just fucking getting ready, Fucking Monkey! Die, Chibi!"
He gritted his teeth in anger and annoyance.
They lost that game against Enma University.
The one they had set up to play against Sena upon returning from America.
The one he had purposefully set up to play with Agon.
The one he had… finally trusted Agon.
And now it was broken.
Hiruma arrived at their dorm room around midnight after holding special practice for those fucking ladies to get it together, even though it was him who needed to get it… together. The lights were off. The room was dark, damp. He shut the door behind him. He could hear Agon taking a shower. He was in there.
He sat across his bed. He typed notes on his laptop before closing it shut, after hearing the showerhead turn off. He silently discarded his laptop into his bag and tucked himself underneath the covers, pretending to be asleep, hiding from Agon.
Agon stepped out the bathroom. He wore a towel only, like always. Hiruma didn't shower in front of Agon. He didn't undress in front of him either, but if Agon got past the thought and cared to wonder why, then he'd notice that Hiruma always arrived with his uniform on, no matter where the event was and located. He didn't even eat in front of Agon, either.
Hiruma had figured Agon was sexually attracted to him two weeks before he decided to test his "Crush-Theory" on him. Agon stopped hanging out with the chicks he met. Actually, he stopped sleeping with them since the beginning college. Since becoming roommates with Hiruma. This would cause serious sexual confrontation issues with Agon if it ever got that far, but Hiruma was prepared, like always. He laid silently in his bed. He was physically attracted to Agon. He always had been. From the way his muscles curled and that dragon tattoo feared by many swirled down his spine. But, not sexually. He had never been sexually attracted to anyone before, which was part of the fear, admitting to himself, dealing with Agon. If he got involved with him then it would mean the two of them…
It would lead to sex.
And Hiruma wasn't ready for that one yet.
Agon, as usual, went right to bed. Hiruma had perfect attendance in all his classes, like always, while Agon slept around and popped up when he felt like it, usually when Hiruma dropped by and said he was going to afternoon classes and woke him up. Agon had never had a strict school schedule. Never liked to wear his uniform, unless necessary; always slept during meditation class, even though Unsui and Ikkyu were the only ones who knew he wasn't meditating during high school; and skipping practice during the day. Hiruma knew that because Agon attended their university located in Tokyo called Saikyoudai upon Sports Scholarship, he could afford to laze around, as long as his grades were good, which they were. Agon and Hiruma were tied for class Valedictorian.
Hiruma's cell phone rung.
It came from the bag of cellphones he had on Agon's side of the room. That would mean crossing over to Agon's side and possibly waking him up, if he wasn't asleep already.
He got up and threw his legs over the bed, standing. He stalked over to that side of the room and dug through his bag. It was the red cell phone ringing. The one he had thrown away upon hearing his dad speak. That and only that was the only cellphone designated for his dad. He saw the police's number flash across it.
"Hello?" Hiruma answered. He sat on the edge of Agon's bed. He heard the voice on the other end of the line. Agon, at that time, had been woken up by Hiruma's sudden movement of him sitting across the bed, plainly, elbows on knees. His eyes opened. He stared out the window that shown in moonlight from outside. He slept on his stomach.
The phone dropped.
The sudden sound caused Agon to flinch, eyes widening even more, eyebrows arching from the usual deep scowl. Hiruma sniffled in the damp darkness. Agon listen before concluding a proper answer.
He was crying.
Agon sat up in bed. Hiruma covered his face with his hand, clenched in a tight ball, crying to himself. This was the first time Agon had seen Hiruma cry, or even shed a tear; not even when he crushed the trash's dreams of going to Shinryuji, he didn't even shed a tear.
Why now?
Agon shifted over. He sat behind him. He wrapped his arms around Hiruma's waist, letting them linger, rubbing him softly there, kissing his neck. No…! Hiruma wanted to cry out to Agon despite himself sobbing already. Not now, Agon…! Please.
Although he pleaded with Agon mentally in his head, clenching his teeth, he broke down into tears, crying against him, moaning aloud, clenching his teeth, feeling Agon's rake across his skin; comfortable. He felt safe. Hiruma learned not to ever feel safe. Not since his dad—
"What happened… trash?" Agon asked him between those somber kisses. "What happened to you… Hiruma…?"
"My dad died…!" Hiruma sobbed aloud, crying. He felt a freeze in Agon, muscles tensing, but just as the freeze came, it went. Agon remained calm. He continued to kiss Hiruma. Hiruma had let no one see him in such a vulnerable state. With Agon sucking down on his neck, knowing the exact points to hit, despite being a devil, he wanted to plead with God and sob No! Not now… please, God—
Hiruma felt himself be grabbed by Agon and turned over across the bedspread. He laid flat on his back as Agon came over him, kissing over his neck still, underneath the covers, shutting his eyes tight, sobbing. This is what he wanted, to be with Agon… but not like this. Just not… like this—
Agon kissed him.
His warm lips were felt against his. His tongue seeped into his mouth, along with warm saliva. Agon was always warm. Hot. He had high body temperature; almost all the time, despite being covered up in baggy clothing. Hiruma let Agon kiss him. Painfully. It was going to happen.
Sex.
He knew within himself this needed to happen as Agon undressed him, rubbing his hands down his shirt and into his jeans, stripping them off. They needed to get their feelings across to each other. Those feelings held back for three years.
Agon stared down at Hiruma's naked pale body.
Hiruma knew Agon had countlessly been with plenty of beautiful women. Hiruma didn't know if he held up to those standards. Agon's.
Agon's eyes flicked him over. He didn't say anything. All he did was reach above Hiruma and grab his wrist, holding him against the mattress, those rough hands, boxing him in. Once again. Although rough, they seemed soft.
Agon's cock twitched Shit. he cursed to himself. He was hot. And dripping precum. The lights were off, so he wanted to say Hiruma could barely see, but that trash had keen eyes. Agon was a natural with sex. But doing it with Hiruma…
He moved over him. His body reacted. He kissed his neck again on the opposite side, spreading Hiruma's legs beside him, rubbing his cock head, slicking it with precum before he stroked Hiruma's hole with it, sticking both fingers inside.
"Ah!" Hiruma let out a loud shout, finally releasing the lip he had been biting the entire time since this started, clenching his teeth. Agon probably shouldn't have started it off with two fingers and should've taken it slow, rubbing Hiruma, slowly, but Hiruma made no attempts to stop Agon as he fingered him. He made those babyish whimpers, voice loud, body trembling with anticipation as Agon was somewhat inside him.
Agon pulled his fingers out. Hiruma was warm. He stuck his nose deep into the crook of his neck and flipped him over on his stomach, still holding his wrist, pinning him against the bed. He didn't say anything at all. All he did was silently and surely fuck Hiruma through the night. Hiruma hid his moans in a pillow. They weren't in arousal, but something else Agon couldn't quite figure out yet. Not yet, anyway.
Agon was big. Ten inches. At erect. Agon's size was impressive, which everything Hiruma had found out to be about Agon, impressive. Agon boasted, but he was given the right to. He always came through with his talent and nature.
Hiruma caught Agon moaning and groaning against him, voice soft, almost silent, even. He felt their flesh slap together. Hiruma could've blacked out any moment. Agon figured out how much time he had before he did. In the midst of their silent gasps, Agon did hear one thing besides the two piercings on each ear of the trash clank together in the action.
"Agon…" Hiruma had murmured silently to himself out in the open, without trying to abide it or hide it away with a sure laugh of himself. Hiruma had bags under his eyes. He looked back at Agon, almost with a glance to end it.
"Is it painful… trash?" Agon asked him, right in his ear. Despite the action, Agon's voice didn't falter. He wasn't gasping. He wasn't breathing hard. Hiruma nodded. A tear fell out of his eye, from the left corner, looking back at him.
It was painful, Hiruma admitted to himself. He could hide pain very well. Extremely well. Although his face didn't show it, his actions did, so for Hiruma to be honest with Agon… as much as he was… that meant he was in a lot of pain… with him. Maybe this meant Hiruma was being as honest with Agon as he was because… He was being honest with himself.
Agon came. Hiruma moaned out in response, feeling Agon's hold on his wrist tighten. Ten seconds passed. Hiruma breathed hard against the sheets. He had just had sex. With Agon Kongo. One he had dreamt about being with since he'd first met.
The sex was okay; not Hiruma's thing, but that was okay. It was Agon's thing. And that was alright. He was worn. Tired out. It had lasted for ten minutes, counting the minutes they laid in bed on top of each other as Agon rode the impulses out in him, sliding in and out of his body, shivering since the moment he came, which was seven minutes before hand. Hiruma laid there. Twitching. Involuntary. Agon didn't speak at all. All he did was—
"Trash—" he tried to say afterwards, frowning in discontent, as something was on his chest, but Hiruma didn't want to hear it. He was lying on his back now, Agon over him, pressed together. He looped his arm around Agon's neck and pulled him close, breathing roughly.
We just had sex, idiot! Hiruma wanted to tell him, almost shouting, but he had been too tired. It was his first time. It was no secret that Hiruma was a virgin. He had no first kiss, but all of his firsts were taken by one single man.
Kongo Agon.
Hiruma gave Agon a slashed open grin, exposing his fangs, hair all flat before he passed out against the sheets, slumping in a limp position, eyes closing. Agon smirked, looking at him. Now that slimy trash was really slimy.
He simply laid his head against the trash and closed his eyes.
He slept.
Agon hadn't figured out that Hiruma liked it rough until a year and a half into their relationship when they were in their penthouse they had bought for themselves so they could bang in a nag-free environment. He was having sex with Hiruma when he did. During the day. Hiruma had never made any attempt to stop Agon from impulsively coming upon him, though not sexually attracted to him. Despite this, he stayed. He wasn't sexually attracted to Agon, or anyone of that matter, but one thing he craved more than anything was intimacy. The two of them got intimate. Real intimate. He understood Agon was a sexual being, AKA horny bastard, which would be unfair to deny Agon that right and permission to his body in those ways. He understood who Agon was. It came to him painfully one day and the next when they went to visit Unsui to help take care of their Uncle, mom's brother, which really the twins called Dad because he raised them in the Kanto region.
Unsui had asked why Agon and Hiruma had sex as frequently as they did, now as it began to annoy him, unable being able to fall asleep at night comfortably anymore even though Agon was straight and could restrain himself some more.
"He can't help it." Hiruma confessed to Unsui. Agon rested on his stomach. They were naked beneath the sheets. They had just finished having sex, five minutes before Unsui walked in and could tell by the smell in the room and appearances he gave him. Agon had fallen asleep, dozing off, as usual. Hiruma stroked his fingers through his hair. A habit he found himself doing now, upon being with Agon.
Unsui sat on his own twin bed in the bedroom Agon and him used to share when they were little. Agon had moved out during an episode of him acting bizarre and having a temper tantrum, which led to switch rooms. The parents and adults in the family would never tell Unsui what was wrong with Agon. All he knew was that he was a little special and people would misunderstand him and made offhanded cruel remarks. Sometimes.
"What do you mean he can't help it?" Unsui asked, seeming frustrated. "He's a grown man. He can help it. He can restrain himself—"
"If he could, then he wouldn't be having sex with me." Hiruma confessed. The room answered him in silence. That was the painful truth. All he had ever wanted was Hiruma, despite being with women, as a life partner. Agon wasn't gay at all. He would've discovered those sexual attractions already prior to meeting Hiruma. Agon also didn't date women. He wasn't dating Hiruma right now, either, but they had both intimately agreed to stay bonded to one another through intimate, soul, contract.
"I have sex with Agon because of his stress," Hiruma told him. "And because I want to. It calms him down. It also helps him perform better in games before matches and helps with anxiety. It clears his head. It provides many benefits for him and I. We have sex 5-6 times a day; whenever he feels like it, I do it. It doesn't matter."
"But… why?" Unsui seemed so confused. "I don't get it. Why go so far for someone like him?"
"Great athletes have sex 7.5 times greater the amount of the average human being." Hiruma decided to tell him. "Agon has been doing this since he was in middle school and performed well in games, which we can both conclude: he's a Great Athlete. He's one of them. Superior to his kind. He's always been this way. Have your parents told you what Agon struggles with on a daily basis?"
"No…" Unsui answered in response. "Not at all. They've told me nothing. They've kept anything dealing with Agon a secret. From me. His older brother."
"He struggles with PTSD; Chronic Stress Disorder, as well as ADHD and Anxiety." Hiruma opened up. "He didn't tell me this until late last year, and we've been together for 2. He hides his medication from you and others around him. He didn't want you to know, and therefore, never said anything. He had been off his medication all throughout highschool and late into college. Still, I'm working on it with him. He doesn't like it."
"That can't be true!" Unsui denied, immediate. Hiruma's eyes widened upon the sudden outrage from the one that always remained calm. "Okay. Although… he can be a little ADHD at times, this can't be true. No way…"
"Those temper tantrums?" Hiruma cocked his head, reciting from memory what Unsui said. "Explosive bursts of anger; caused by PTSD. Agon struggles with attachment, apparent since he was a kid; isolating himself, untrustworthy of others, and finds difficulty in perceiving and responding to others emotional well being,"
Unsui remembered when Agon got accepted for the Sports Scholarship at Shinryuji when they had mistakenly mistook him for it and Agon showed up at the park to meet Unsui, despite him not knowing where he was. Agon had always found Unsui. Twin intuition. He had always known where Unsui'd be, as if reading his mind.
"Have you came here to laugh at me?" Unsui asked callously to his brother. Agon's eyes didn't seem to falter. They stared at the moon.
"Aahh… Maybe." He said, voice soft, drawling on.
Tears blotted in Unsui's eyes. He walked away telling Agon to believe in his own power, which Agon responded with as usual, "I was gonna do that, anyways…" The memory came into his head. Agon had said nothing encouraging, but… he showed up to check on his brother. Unsui. Him. He had been crying because he was hurt, but also because Agon had never been emotionally responsive in terms of empathy to anyone, ever since Mom died.
"And lack of empathy," Hiruma continued, "as well as having difficulty with expressing and identifying emotions and internal states; finding it hard to express what he truly wants and desires. What he feels. To anyone. Even me. I had to learn to read him. Better than anyone else. Agon's the real deal. It's not a joke. It's serious."
He ran his fingers through his hair. Agon didn't just have a problem with regulating his anger and making friends. It was because of his Chronic Stress; all apparent since his mom died.
At age 4.
"It goes down to behaviour, too." Hiruma spoke. "Impulse control; aggression and having trouble sleeping."
Unsui remembered Agon tossing and turning the nights before, growing frustrated, before he threw an explosive temper tantrum that Unsui saw that caused him to switch rooms and sleep by himself. Now that he thought about it, Agon's anger and violence went beyond any reason. He had seen him grow so angry sometimes that it was hard to watch.
"Cause and Effect thinking is also part of this, too." Hiruma explained. "He often does things without thinking of long term effects, right? The Shinryuji fuck up is an example. He didn't know you applied for the scholarship, did he? He ended up hurting you unintentionally when he applied because of me and came to express that to you when he came to you, that night, remember?"
Hiruma had never made attempts to talk to Unsui, and only did when it was about… Agon. Unsui did remember Agon making an effort. He always did. Even though it wasn't always in the correct manner, Agon did try, from drawing on benches so Unsui could get the play formation style to showing up when he was sad. Agon was aware. Just lacked the tools to express it.
"Agon has also shared with me moments of dissociation; feeling as if he's not there. He'll tell me, and usually, I can catch him right before that happens through the symptoms of his actions. It's not just him spacing out."
"Did Mom dying cause this much of traumatic stress?" Unsui asked, eyes blotting up with tears, lip trembling. He had no idea. For so long, Agon had… "How?"
"Agon had to see his mom decaying right before his eyes." Hiruma explained clearly, eyes blank. "Every day and every night upon visiting her in the hospital. He was smart. Still is, but there's a downfall to that. Agon has instantaneous memory, which means he remembers. Everything. Even at a young age. He's shared with me nightmares about his mom coughing out blood. Imagine what that'll do to you. At age four. Knowing exactly what it is; your mom dying right before your eyes and you can't do shit about it. And you remember everything. And your four. Long-term trauma."
Hiruma stopped speaking after that. Agon shifted his head against his stomach, telling him to shut up in a mumble before he fucked him again. Hiruma made a cheeky laughter, mumbling something to Agon in English before Agon told him to shut up again, calling him a dumb trash, beginning to wrestle with his lover underneath the sheets. Hiruma's cheeky laughter was heard.
What Hiruma expressed to Unsui about Agon caused him to realize a whole lot of things… and be more understanding towards Agon's case, beyond being his brother—
And then he heard the moaning.
"Agon, really?" Unsui sucked his teeth. Hiruma moaned in response. He could see their figures moving beneath the covers; an orange blanket. He grabbed his pillow and headphones and walked out the room, leaving the two of them to fuck each other to their heart's content, despite his annoyance. He shut the door behind him. He paused.
Unsui smiled wearily.
Jeez, his brother was weird.
