Late Night Lessons

Pairing: Hiruma/Tarou; slight Sena/Tarou

Summary: Someone needs to be taught a lesson.


Fucking Peewee and the fucking monkey were sharing a sleeping space in the ranch's barn!

This thought continued to buzz around in Hiruma's blonde haired head before his emerald irises snapped open! Tarou needed to be taught a lesson before he let the two doze off! Sena liked HIS monkey DAMNIT! He wasn't as ignorant as the monkey was about Sena's feelings for him! Hm, Hiruma thought as he made his way out of the room, exiting the house. I'll just have to teach Tarou a lesson later on if he ever thinks about skipping out on me for fucking Peewee!

Thankfully for the shrimp duo, the blonde hadn't bothered to carry his every present machine gun!

…He was carrying a small handgun instead!

Both Sena and Tarou were awake and appeared to be thinking about their strengths and weaknesses. It couldn't hurt to atleast discuss them, right?

When he finally made his way towards the barn, he stopped before it suddenly, a wide, demonic grin on his features. Entering the barn, he narrowed his eyes when he spied the two pipsqueaks sharing a blanket and began to walk towards them looking annoyed.

Tarou was the first to spot the blonde and he swallowed lightly before alerting Sena with a small, muttered 'Mukyaa…' which made the running back turn towards the barn exit/entrance.

Hiruma-sempai! Sena thought, shocked and confused. What was the blonde quarterback doing up?

Sena didn't have time to speak, however, since Hiruma immediately picked him up by the collar and proceeded to drag him out of the barn despite Tarou's worried words and pleadings.

"I won't kill him, fucking monkey!" Hiruma exclaimed as he made his exit. "Shut up already and go to sleep!" You need to rest, damn it, he thought.

Staring down at the blankets, Tarou sighed before wisely doing as he was told.

Hiruma waited a few minutes after they were outside of the barn in the cool air before hoisting Sena up and pressing him into the barn doors, a furious expression on his face.

"I know who you like, fucking Peewee," the blonde hissed, tightening his hold on the collar as the small running back's eyes widened. The small handgun he had brought with him was suddenly pressed against Sena's chest lightly.

"Y-You—" He knows? Sena thought, very shocked and scared. How did Hiruma know?

"Find someone else!"

Swallowing lightly at the feeling of cold steel on his chest, Sena suddenly came to a realization.

Hiruma liked Tarou…Or…he was already WITH Tarou! If the latter was true, why hadn't he been told about it by his best friend? Maybe Hiruma had threatened him?

"He hasn't—"

"You think he's ready to tell a pipsqueak like you, huh?"

"If you hurt him I'll—"

Hiruma blinked. Was the Shorty threatening him?

"Don't challenge me."

Sena wisely decided not to say anything else when he saw the look in his eyes. Hiruma had never expressed such an utterly terrifying look before!

"O-okay…"

A familiar, devilish grin soon appeared on the male's features as he lowered the shorter male back to his feet.

"Get some sleep Pipsqueak."

Putting his handgun away, Hiruma retreated to his room in the house.

When Sena could no longer see the blonde quarterback, he made a hasty retreat back to the warm barn and decided not to speak when Tarou had asked him if Hiruma had hurt him once he had settled under the blanket.

Tch! Tarou thought as he turned his back on the male, scowling a little. Something happened between them… Hiruma-sempai you jerk…!

Upon settling down his own self, Hiruma sneezed lightly before drifting off with happy thoughts of filling Sena with holes on the brain.

Devils were very possessive—especially when it came to monkeys!