This story is dedicated to Nezkov Sou. Here, buddy, I hope you'll enjoy.
Pairing : Hiruma/Sena. I promised I'll write more, folks.
Rating : T
Disclaimer : I don't own Eyeshield 21. This story takes place just after the Death March, when they're in Las Vegas, the first night.
Also, I wrote this story without Google translation, but with my good old Harrap's, so I hope there're less mistakes. Even if I have some little problems with the verb « have ».
Warnings : Fluffyness ! A lot ! And maybe a little bit of OOCness.
Las Vegas Lights
(French title : « Lights »)
Las Vegas is one of the most amazing cities in the world. Even if the main avenues are all glittering, with Casinos, Strass, Champagne and Pole-Dancers, the little bordering streets are full of junkie, shadows, dirt and poverty.
Las Vegas is a fascinating city.
That was Sena was thinking at the moment, his forehead against the cool glasse of the huge window in his room.
Despiste the fact he was exhausted, he had woken up in the middle of the night, mstly because of the pain in his right knee and the excitation he felt. Wrepd in his own arms, he was staring at the city of gamble lights.
Las Vegas is fascinating and paradoxical city at the same time, just like his team captain.
Hiruma had two parts in him : a façage, that he would show to everybody, everytime, and something more fragile, more secret, that he would keep for himself, in the most distant suburbs of his being.
I twas rare to have acess to these streets, and obviously, most of the team had never saw them. Only Sena, sometimes, was able to take a glimpse when he was alone with his captain, his lover.
Sena didn't know how to do to have better acess to those streets. He didn't how to bring the demoniac quaterback to open himself a little more. At least to him. Sena was forced to stay in the main street, and all his effort to open the barrier that separated him from the dark suburbs were vain.
Sena wanted to know Hiruma better.
Sena wanted to love him.
But how to convince his teammate of that, and make him open his barrier ?
Letting his dark thougt go for a couple a seconds, Sena looked away from the window and turned to his sleeping friends.
To begin with, how did he put himself in this shit ? How did he find himself lost in this big, flashy avenue of this strange city called « Hiruma », desesperatly trying to go into the back-alley ?
Surely it started the day when le blond pinned him to a wall in the order to kiss him forcefully, but Sena got a feeling like it had started long before that. The very first day, in fact.
The brunette sighed and sitted down on the floor, his back to the bay window. Slight snores were coming from the sleeping form of his friends and he smiled. A bitter smile. He would sleep too, and forget all his preoccupation, but his brain was far too occupied to sleep right now.
Sena came back to his previous thoughts, leaning his head back against the window.
Surely, he could just let go of Hiruma, and that would make his life far more easier. But just to imagine seeing his face every single day afterward was turning his stomach.
Too late, Sena was addicted to the quaterback. He was his drug and he needed his dose each day. Otherwise, he would not survive.
Sena bent his head until it was resting between his folded knees against his chest. He would have wanted tonever been so charmed by Hiruma, attracted that much.
He would have wanted to be a normal person, with a medriocre life, a wife and children, and a boring but stable work. A life that would have not bring him to suffer like right now.
But… If he had never met Hiruma, he would have never discovered American football. He would still be the timid boy, doing errand all the time for bullies, and overprotected by Mamori (Which it was still like that, but Sena intended to tell her the truth… One day.) and cowardly acting in front of problems and confrontations.
American football had given hil self confidence, strenght, the feel of being useful.
Hiruma meaned all these things.
Football was a home for Sena. A home where he felt at the right place. To be in Hiruma's arms signifyed the same thing.
Sena shudderred at the realisation. Hiruma gaves him his passion. And Sena wanted to walk along with the quaterback, on this way.
Yes. That was that.
The sound of his mobile phone made him jump with a strangled squeal. Taking the object out of this pocket, he saw the « new mail » logo on his screen. While opening the message, he gave a look at the sender. Who in the hell could send him a mail at this hour ? It was midnight in Nevada, so seven in the morning in Japan, and for Sena, it was a bit out of place to send him…
« Hiruma ».
Sena frowned, and turned instinctively his head in the direcation of the wall that separated his bedroom from Hiruma's. Why send him a mail…
« If you're not sleeping, get your ass in there. I wanna fuck you. »
Sena smirked. Of course.
He got to his feet, tucking his phone back into his pocket. His face was showing the determined expression he usually had on the field.
He known what he had to do. Now, if he wanted to take his relationship with the captain farther, it was him who had the take the first step.
To be continued
Yes, it's a multi-chapters story (five chapters)
So, sorry if it was a little bit confusing… The thing is, there is a metaphor betwee, Hiruma and Las Vegas.
And I hope I offensedno Las Vegas people. I swear, I love this city. (And I love CSI Las Vegas. Ha ha.)