Man in tights
It was usual for the devil commander to found the purple dreadlocked guy from Shinryuuji already waiting for him at his apartment. What was unusual that one time was the look on his face.
"What?" asked Hiruma half-heartedly. He did not care much to know what's going on in the other guy's head, but it was just unusual to see Agon with such troubled look. And it annoyed him. So he asked.
"Stop playing football," came his answer. Stupid answer of course. Hiruma didn't even bother to respond. The blonde just walked off and prepared food for Cerberos.
"Oy, trash! Listen to me!" the longhaired demanded.
"Why would I listen to such stupid things?"
"It's not like I'm asking you to quit being an athlete," Agon followed to the kitchen, where Hiruma prepared the food. "Just quit football. And you can't do baseball either I think." He added quickly.
The blonde frowned. "What is it about actually, huh, bastard?" Agon sighed, and rolled his eyes, and scratched his head, and obviously tried to avoid the question. "What is it?!" the next thing he knew he got rain of bullets aimed at him.
"Fine. Fine I'll tell you." He sighed, again. "Your uniform pant is giving a clear, obvious view of this." Agon grabbed Hiruma's ass tightly, which of course earned him another bullets rush.
"Get your hand off. And beside, you're wearing the same thing but I never complaint," said the blonde impassively.
"That's because you knew that even if I didn't wear the uniform I'd still get sleep with whoever I want to," he grinned.
"In short, that's because you're a bastard," retorted the blonde.
"I just don't like when people staring at my property."
Deaths glares from the blonde. "Go fuck your whores and don't come here anymore."
"You'll be lonely if I don't fuck you."
"But as you say, I got people staring at my ass whenever I wore the uniform. I'm sure it wouldn't be hard to find someone else to fu—." Next thing he knew he got Agon's tongue between his parted lips. And three rounds of steamy hot sex soon followed after.
The blonde was lying against the cold tiles of his kitchen when they were taking in the afterglow. He was staring idly into the ceiling with Agon sprawled on top of his body.
"Only you and your perverted mind who thought the pants is obscene," he said out of the blue.
"I've seen that Musashi old guy staring at your ass whenever you're in that uniform. And that lizard guy too. Beside, I've asked Unsui about how you looked like in those pants." Hiruma stared at him in disbelieve. "He didn't answer. But his face turned into crimson." Agon laughed.
"Fuck you, bastard! How could you possibly ask that to your brother?" spat the blonde.
"Well I just asked 'don't you think that those pants just makes you wanna thrust your cock into his tight ass?'" Agon said nonchalantly. Hiruma could only curse something like 'pervert brainless bastard'. "So? Are you gonna quit football or what?"
"Asked that again and I won't miss to shot your brainless head."
"Fine. I let you play football."
"Like you could stop me."
"But you have to let me fuck you in your uniform with those tight pants and everything. Or else, I'll make you quit football."
"Are you trying to blackmail me? Che, you know it won't work."
"Blackmailing is something that you do. I am proposing a new kink for us. Because you know, it's even better than the maid costume I forced you to wear, rite?"
Hiruma decided to stand up, stomp on Agon's face and left that so-called ingenious player alone with his stupid, dirty mind. He cursed and cursed and cursed, and even shot some bullets into random direction.
But silently, the blonde made a mental note to go home in his football uniform once in a while.
End
