Metal
Warning: Slash.
Disclaimer: I don't own Eyeshield 21 or Harry Potter.
Pairing: Hiruma/Harry.
Beta: Twinfetish
Word Count: 584 (only actual Drabble)
One Drabble a Day Challenge, Date: Saturday, October 10th, 2009
Metal
Sighing, Harry wiped his brow with his towel, before standing up from his spot on the bench and turning around to open his gym locker. He was the last one still in room and still needed to shower and change, although he wasn't going to rush. He had a good fifteen minutes before his next class.
The next thing Harry knew, he was being turned around and slammed against the metal lockers. His loose gym shirt was pulled over his head so it covered his eyes and nose, pinning his arms against himself. Not seconds later another mouth crashed into his harshly, pressing him even harder into the cool metal lockers that dug into the small of his back angrily.
"Mmmmph!" Harry cried out in surprise as a much larger body pressed him further against the lockers. He frantically tried to get loose as muscled thighs slipped between his own, pinning him
Pausing, Harry hesitantly ran his tongue along the top of the male's teeth before pulling back with a muffled yelp when his tongue came into contact with familiar, sharp, knife like teeth.
"Hi-Hiruma?" Harry panted out as the mouth finally pulled away, although not before nipping at his tongue lightly.
"Who else would I be? Don't tell me you were expecting someone else, damn cute ass."
Harry flushed lightly, scowling at his (somewhat?) boyfriend.
"Well, you surprised me! And I thought I told you not to ambush me anymore! My back is sore as it is with you constantly insisting we need to have a quickie after every period, I don't need you to slam me into the lockers as well!" Harry complained, huffing.
Hiruma smirked and simply crushed their mouths together again, cutting off the younger male's complaints as he slipped one hand down the back of Harry's pants.
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Half an hour later, a panting and disheveled Harry lay against a well-toned chest, wincing at the pain that throbbed in his ass. Eyes sliding to a clock that lined the wall, Harry jumped.
"Fuck! I'm late!"
He was prevented from standing as two hands immediately yanked him back down, re-wrapping the blanket around them that had slipped off when Harry jumped up.
"Ow." Harry winced, rubbing his throbbing ass with one hand and his head with the other.
"Where do you think you're going, damn cute ass?" Hiruma demanded.
Pouting, Harry tried to pull away in vain. The blond's grip on him was too tight for him to get out of.
"I'm late for class!"
"So?"
Harry pout deepened before he squeaked when he was flipped over onto his back. Harry flushed when a very naked and smirking Hiruma leered down at him.
"It's just fucking fourth period. So what if you miss it?" He leaned down as he spoke, revealing two rows of white, knife like teeth. "So we might as well have some damn fun, right?" He purred before crushing their mouths together again, ignoring Harry's muffled protests.
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"Um, Harry-san? W-why are you limping?"
Sena blinked at his fellow short teammate (Harry barely reaching five-foot-three, thus only two inches taller than him).
Harry grumbled, "It's those damn metal lockers...and that damn demon bastard," and glowered in a surprisingly frightening manner at a smirking Hiruma.
Sena and half the team just watched in confusion as Harry sent said blond demon sharp glares while Sena shuddered at the surprisingly frightening glowers Harry gave off.
Maybe he shouldn't have asked...