Hello to all my readers! Another chapter is out and I hope you enjoy it!

Enterprise7: I hope this meets your expectations.

StarnightX: Glad you're still with me on this one! =D I always love your reviews.

Insanity-Red: I'm glad you like Abel so much, and I hope you keep reading!

As for Insanity-Red's question regarding the pairing of this fanfic, I'm still leaning towards keeping Agon as Abel's love interest…but I have to admit I'm curious about what the rest of you think!

If you think I should switch Abel from being with Agon to Hiruma, or any other character, review or message me with your idea!

Stuff that should be old news~ Speaking: "Japanese" "English" "French" "Italian", Thinking: Japanese French English /Italian/

Yes, I added Italian. There aren't any Italian characters in this chapter, but I'm thinking ahead since Marco and the Hakushu Dinosaurs will be in the fic later on and Marco's half-Italian. Plus I just love language barriers. XD I may make more OCs down the line.

And now, to begin!

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As Hiruma ate and spoke with the other, he found himself liking Abel more as an equal than a pawn. He had no problems speaking his mind, and seemed to have a cool, almost haughty sort of calm around him no matter how much he was threatened. Hell, Hiruma had shot his door to shit and instead of calling the cops; he laughed at him and bandaged his face after that hell-cat had at him. It was puzzling to him that he'd be mixed up with damn dreads at all, but then given how he assumed the damn Frenchy treated everyone, he wasn't surprised that no matter how they met he'd pissed him off. Of course he couldn't ask the faux-blonde about it without tipping his hand, but hopefully he could piece that together to use it against the Shinryuji player…and a bit of blackmail to keep the level-headed Sinclair under his control wouldn't be unwanted either. After the deal with the cat, they'd gone to the mall to eat. Hiruma wasn't big on eating out, usually he ordered in so he could watch football videos and team practices, or the news if he wanted to see how the weather might affect their next game or practice, but he wasn't going to argue with the other. Eating in Abel's apartment was definitely out so long as that ass cat was still there, lusting after his blood. The mall had been picked for two reasons: Abel didn't know what Hiruma liked to eat, and he didn't want to spend a lot. So they'd each picked up food from their respective favorite places and met up at a table.

Most of the other mall-goers looked at them oddly, and frankly, the demonic student couldn't blame them. Those who didn't know Hiruma by reputation thought his appearance was more than a little intimidating, given how he wore all black. Black jeans, black boots, black shirt, black jacket, black belt, black scarf…you get the idea. The shirt had a skull on it, and the scarf had small skull print, the belt was studded and the jacket had lots of sewn on patches, a Devil bat, the team name, a few skulls, crossbones, guns, a football…Just Hiruma things. He looked like someone you didn't want to mess with since he might be in some sort of death/football worshipping cult.

Abel, however, just looked like… Well, for lack of a better word, Abel. For someone eating out casually, he certainly went all out. Black pinstriped dress slacks, dark gray dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows that was unbuttoned down the front under his black vest, which had a bright red 'A' sewn over his heart in a stylish font. His hair was down, going down to the middle of his back, though he had pulled some back into a loose pony-tail while the rest hung free underneath it. Particularly gothic bat-wing hair clips kept most of his bangs out of his face, though shorter strands still slipped free. He had his own ears pierced it seemed, one earring a simple red stone with a silver chain that led up to a clasp snapped higher onto his earlobe, and the other featured three silver skulls fused into one with four eyes and three mouths, and a red stone behind them to make them look particularly menacing. To pull the look completely together, he had on a black choker with a silver broken heart with onyx stones set around the edges and the jagged divider in the middle. It was a look that said 'Yes, I'm a fag, and yes, I'll cut you if you say one damn word about it'. The quarterback liked the look, along with the fact that they seemed to suit each other. He smirked as he ate his food, honey dipped chicken over rice, not fighting the other when Abel snagged a couple of pieces of the chicken for himself. Hiruma simply retaliated by taking a couple of bites from one of the French male's pieces of pizza. They'd talked a good while, about Abel's move to Japan, about why Hiruma was so interested in football, why they each liked either own food better than their counterpart's, about how someone should neuter a certain cat to ensure no ass-kittens ever roam the earth…just whatever, really. "So, why does your brother go by Cain instead of Caius? I mean it's not much in the way of shorthand, it's just one less letter than his real name." Abel shrugged, sipping from his coke as he flicked rice off the pilfered chicken. The Devil bat found it humorous that he was in Japan and didn't like rice.

"He picked it 'cause I go by Abel." Hiruma cackled, leaning back in his seat.

"Like Cain and Abel? I guess it fits since he's the oldest…you better start watching your back…" His grin faded however, as he pondered something. "Wait, 'go by' Abel? It's a nickname? But it's the only name in your file." He blinked, and then his grin returned, though it was much bigger than before. "So, you don't want people knowing your real name, eh? On a scale of one to ten, how embarrassing is it? Care to share, hmmm?" Abel scoffed, throwing a (thankfully) closed ketchup packet at him.

"Yeah, it's a nickname, yes, I don't want people knowing. Scale of one to ten? Thirteen, easy. And no," He threw some fries at the quarterback this time. "I don't care to share…Yoooooiiiichiiiii." He stuck his tongue out after saying the Japanese student's given name; find it cute the way the blonde blushed slightly at being called by his first name instead of 'Hiruma'. The psycho blonde sat back, crossing his arms and snarling rather petulantly.

"Tch, fuckin' cream puff, in Japan you only call really close long-time friends or someone you're dating by their first name!" Abel simply cocked a brow, lips curving into a smirk.

"I know that. Yoichi." The demon of Deimon's eyes widened as he blinked, then he went back to his regular scheming look as he chuckled. He almost wished the fuckin' Kongo was here to see how famously they got along in comparison to how Frenchy and dreads did. Make a rather surprising friend and piss off his enemy…two birds with one foreign stone. He raised a brow, then winced and cursed as his gash cried out in pain. Abel frowned at that, reaching over and gently touching the spot. "You okay there, Lieutenant Insanity?" He was answered with a half-hearted slap of the hand and a scoff.

"I would be just fuckin' fine and peachy if your cat wasn't a demon straight outta hell!" Abel couldn't help but laugh, leaning back in his seat and grinning.

"And I'm sure you'd know all about that, wouldn't you?" The other caught what he'd said, and then they both started laughing, and while it sounded perfectly harmless and mirthy to them, sounded plotting and maniacal to those around them…it wasn't often they spotted the ruler of their personal hells with a friend. After their laughter died down a bit, Hiruma wiped an eye and looked to the other male.

"Heh, so anyway cream puff, what about it? You interested in my proposal?" The devil then blinked as he felt a hand grip his shoulder with painful force.

"Hunh? Proposal? What the fuck are you talking about, loser?"

/

Abel couldn't flippin' believe it. Again. The lunatic had tracked him down out of nowhere again. He simply watched the pair, curious about their relationship as they seemed to know each other. Hn. Figures both the weirdoes knew each other. It also figured that they seemed to not get along. He simply raised a brow at them as the blonde seemed to pull out a submachine gun from thin air.

"Damn dreads, let go or you'll have more holes in you than Swiss cheese! Can't you see I'm working my charm here?" He blinked at that, not sure what Hiruma classified as 'charm', and also not sure why Agon suddenly became angrier. He forcefully turned Hiruma's seat so he was facing him, pointing at Abel with a growl.

"Hunh? Charm? CHARM? Don't fucking talk to the fucking vanilla trash or I'll rip your head off! I'll kill you! I'll- Mmph!" He, and his gun-toting archenemy, both turned towards the faux-blonde in question as Agon's mouth was stuffed with a pizza slice. The gay teen in question simply sat back, sipping on his soda.

"Pull up a chair and pipe down, dude. You're giving me a headache." Agon, once again not knowing how to handle the strange attitude of the other, pulled up a chair. …Of course the chair had an occupant who was none too happy at being promptly shoved to the floor, but after getting a frustrated look from the Utility Player he quickly cut his losses and relocated to a safer section of the food court. Now that Abel looked, he noticed they were sitting in the middle of an ever-expanding ocean of empty tables. Hiruma, on his end, was shocked that the better-than-thou genius was actually listening to someone, and cackled at the development.

"Well, well, so I guess someone just couldn't stay away. How'd you two meet, anyway?" He asked politely, facing Abel but his shifty eyes were on Agon, who was snarling as he looked away and took a bite from the pizza that had been forcefully lodged in his mouth.

"We just met today. He came into the store I worked at. Then followed me to a football game. And then interrupted our dinner." A perplexed expression went over Hiruma's face, as he was confused and wasn't quite sure he'd heard that right.

"Today? Just one day?"

"Mhmm."

"He just came into a store?"

"Yep."

"Then proceeded to follow you across town to the game of a team he despises?"

"Right."

"Then came in with death threats and physical violence because I was just talking to you?"

"Apparently." Agon snarled, crossing his arms as he leaned back and unceremoniously slung a leg over the table, effectively separating them even more than he already had.

"Don't forget fucking laughing and smiling at him, trash. And you-" He turned to Abel with a huff. "You were fucking touching him! How the hell did you two meet anyway?" Hiruma was about to answer with some made-up story to get the Shinryuji player even more angry…but he was curious as to how Abel would explain things.

"I just met him today too. He showed up on my doorstep with my file, asked me to join his team, then proceeded to open fire on my door and break in when I said no. My cat clawed him up pretty bad, so I bandaged him up. Now I'm treating him to food as way of apology while he tries to convince me to play in a sport I have zero interest in." Agon's face nearly mirrored the expression Hiruma had earlier, though he was angrier and twice as surprised. Hiruma just smirked, finding it a well-summed up explanation.

"Okay, so let me fucking get this straight, he just happened to show up at your home with your personal file when you'd never even seen him before in your life?"

"I know, weird right?"

"And when you told him no, he pulled a gun on you and broke in like some hood?"

"Correct."

"Then your cat clawed his ass in your defense, and you proceeded to tend his wounds instead of calling the cops like a normal person?"

"Uh…"

"And then, to put the cherry on top of the crazy cake, you go to buy him food to apologize for him getting hurt while breaking into your house? Are you fucking insane?" Abel blinked, scratching the back of his head with a slightly embarrassed expression.

"Y'know, it made a lot more sense in my head than when you said it." Agon scoffed, rolling his eyes and taking a second piece of pizza.

"You think, marshmallow head?" He glared at Hiruma, finding the fact that he'd picked Abel of all people to surprise on his doorstep was just a little too convenient for his taste. "And why the hell are you pressuring him to join your trash team? Can't you see he's never played a sport in his life?" He shook his head, and then laughed with a wicked grin. "Then again, most of your 'teammates' couldn't play their way out of a wet paper bag. They're all worthless. You must be desperate to get anyone who might be useful." Hiruma stiffened, lips curling back menacingly over his sharp teeth with a growl as he sent Agon the nastiest look Abel had eve seen in his life. He saw the too-familiar trigger finger heading towards its frequent home, so he threw a fry at the blonde with a cough to get his classmate's attention. He promptly blinked, anger seeming to dissipate as he turned to see what the food-throwing was about.

"Well if they're so worthless I guess they really need all the help they can get, don't they?" He smirked at Agon, raising a brow before winking at the psycho blonde. "I'm in."

/

Hiruma felt like he could cry from joy.

It had to be one of the most beautiful moments in his entire life. Agon had really stuck his foot into his mouth with Abel, trying to get him to back up off of the 'marshmallow', and instead the cream puff decided to take Hiruma's side rather than his would-be defender's. The look on the genius' face… It was fucking fantastic. He wished he knew what the other was thinking right now… He couldn't keep himself from laughing as he snapped a picture of the stunned Shinryuji star to be used later, who oddly enough still didn't react. He reached over the table, and Agon's leg, shaking his newest recruit's hand.

"Heh heh heh, glad you see things my way, fuckin' cream puff." Abel shrugged with that sly smirk that the blonde was starting to love seeing. He'd trade his throwing arm to be able to see the way the gears turned inside of the cream puff's head. He wondered if it was as crafty, twisted, and efficient as his own thought process. The Quarterback sent an unmistakable 'He's mine now' look towards the ever-confusing superstar, having every intention of rubbing Abel's preference into the other's face to crack and wear away at that superior, condemning attitude so they could get a leg up on them during the finals. He knew the Nagas would make it to the end without a problem, and he needed to start sewing the seeds of failure now to rattle him later.

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What the fuck is happening? Agon couldn't answer that, just sat there dumbstruck as he tried to process what was happening in front of him. Godspeed impulses my ass… He thought distantly, feelings of all kinds bubbling up and falling away quickly and easily, almost as if he was trying on each possible feeling in the human psyche to see which one seemed to fit him the best in this situation. Sort of like one of his bitches about to hit a nightclub with no clue what to wear. He wasn't sure why Abel was resisting Agon so much, why he wouldn't just shut the hell up and let him deal with Hiruma. The stupid fag was going about this all wrong, like he had about everything so far. It was unthinkable that he wouldn't just step back and let Agon handle everything, because he actually knew what he was doing when it came to people like the Deimon Quarterback.

Abel didn't know what he was getting himself into, the genius knew that. Hiruma was all kinds of dangerous, maybe not the lethal kind, but… He knew about the Spartan crap he forced his teammates to go through, the way he pushed and pushed and pushed the mediocre losers during a game, threatening their very safety to push forward just one more game in the tournament. The blonde was dangerous, scheming, and insane. And the faggot ice cream treat of a man was going to blindly follow him onto the field anyway, even after Hiruma broke into his house and shot at him! There weren't proverbs in Agon's Japanese that could sum up what was happening before his eyes, but he knew of an American phrase that seemed to fit: Ya can't fix stupid.

They shook hands, which was bad enough, but then began to chatter about when to sign up, getting a uniform, learning the rules, if his brother would join, when practice was (he'd noted a bit of friction between the pair as Abel firmly stated that he had to work most afternoons), and then he saw the look the blonde had launched at him. He snarled, ready to kick the gloating trash out of his chair but the infuriating male stood suddenly, apparently sensing that he'd been pushing a bit too much that day. He then took a piece of paper, scribbled something down, and then handed it to the confused cream-haired male.

"What's this?"

"My private number. Give me a call if you have trouble with the rules or work or school or…" Agon caught the sneering, almost bragging look Hiruma sent his way. "Just wanna call me." He then turned to leave, slinging his suddenly acquired gun over his shoulder.

"What just happened?" Agon interjected, apparently still trying to get his bearings.

"Hey, don't you want my number in exchange?" Apparently, Agon was being ignored. The prick turned his head back towards his latest charge, smirking and cocking a brow.

"What's going on?" He tried again, hoping to make sense of this by vocalizing his questions.

"I already have it memorized, cream puff." Again, he was ignored. Then Hiruma left. Leaving just him, Abel, and the food. He had a million words and endless violence for Hiruma's actions and taunting, and he just let him walk away before he could unleash them. And now Abel was sipping on his soda, bobbing his head to a tune that only he was hearing. And he was just sitting there. Like an idiot.

"WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON HERE?" He said this probably much louder than he should have, judging from the whirling heads in his direction and how Abel spewed soda in surprise at the sudden outburst, and then proceeded to cough and hit his chest to clear his lungs out.

"What is your—" His coughing cut into his words and he held up a finger as he attempted to clear the bubbling liquid from his chest a second time. "Ack, problem? Are you trying to kill me?" Then Agon glared at him, keeping his leg on the table as he shifted in his seat to lean closer to the other with a degrading sneer.

"I'm trying to protect you, you idiot! From yourself at much as that loser trash that seems to have you wrapped around his crooked finger! Do you know how crazy that freak is? Or how dangerous football is? You'll break your scrawny neck you—" He was interrupted by a sudden hiss and a finger in his face.

"Oh no, you did not just say that to me!" Abel narrowed his eyes at him, leaning forward with such an intensely angry and judgmental expression that something deep inside Agon cowed immediately, sensing another verbal onslaught like at the game. The rest of Agon, however, dared Abel to make him feel like a retard twice in one day. Still…he leaned back into his own seat cautiously. "Protect me? I don't fucking need protection! And as far as him having me at beck and call like you think, I did that to piss you off because you're such an insufferable dick! You wanna blame someone for getting me mixed up with him? Look in the mirror, dreads!" He then rose from his seat, hands on his hips defiantly as he locked eyes with the other teen. "Crazy? Freak? I guess it'd take one to know one, huh? The way you follow me around like a kicked puppy, begging for my attention, then whenever I try to talk common sense you snap at me like a rabid wolf. If you're not straight up wacko, you're at least bipolar or 'roid rage or something else messed up." He crossed his arms then, hip sticking out in a surprisingly feminine posture that made Agon uncomfortable, shifting his gaze and forfeiting the staring contest they'd started.

"And as far as sports go, I get that they're dangerous. I've run track, done gymnastics, and while they might not be as violent or dangerous as football, I know to stretch, practice, and follow the rules to avoid trouble, unlike some lunatics I know." He then stepped towards Agon, standing between his legs and leaning forward, hands on the arm rests on either side of the genius as he continued with his berating speech to the fellow second-born. "Let's say for arguments sake that you're completely right. I will go to play, Hiruma will put me through all sorts of hell, and I will break my neck in a game I wasn't prepared for. Why the fuck would you care? I'm 'all wrong', remember? I was made to be broken, in comparison to some sports stud like you, right? Then that's the way it'll go. You'll break my bones because you don't know why you can't stop following me." He leaned closer, a sly smirk plastered on his face that Hiruma could only dream of pulling off. "Am I right?" Agon's eyes widened for a fleeting moment, and then they narrowed as one hand quickly snapped up and grabbed his throat before he could pull back. Now his god-speed impulses were kicking in. His grip on his neck was hard and unyielding, as he had no intention of letting the other male go. He dragging his face closer with his own smirk, deciding this time he wasn't going to just sit dumbfounded over Abel's hate speeches.

"Now you listen, and you listen good," he whispered threateningly, not in the mood to alarm the surrounding folks anymore than he already had by that point. Calling Unsui to bail him out of jail wasn't on the top of his 'to-do' list that day. "Hiruma is sneaky. He is backstabbing. He is worthless. If he was going to hurt you, he'd trick you and get you while your guard was down. He's dangerous. Now me…" His grip tightened a bit and his other arm snaked around the other's waist, effectively pulling Abel onto his lap as he let go of his throat, slowly moving his hand to hold onto his creamy hair. It was softer than he'd thought, no surprise that the teen took care of the oddly colored locks. "I'm upfront. I stab you in the chest. I don't like you, I tell you straight up. No tricks, no ruses, nothing but complete, albeit hostile, honesty…though I'm just as dangerous in my own right." He pressed his cheek against Abel's, his mouth finding the other's ear to whisper in it with that same threatening tone. "Maybe more so. That means you should stop testing me all the damn time. If I wanted to break your bones, I'd've already fucking done it and left you in the street to bleed. I don't know what I want from you, but when I figure it out…" He suddenly pulled on the other's hair hard, causing his captive's head to snap back violently and gasp, chest rising and falling quickly from panic. Abel had always mouthed off whenever he felt like it to whoever he pleased, but Agon had rendered him completely mute. The sports star liked that. "…I'll take it from you." He raised a brow; tilting his own head back a bit to meet the other's eyes from under his sports goggles with a grim expression. "You got that, marshmallow?" The other nodded slowly, dejectedly. It made Agon's stomach flip, regret starting to crawl up from his gut into his chest. He bit it back down easily enough. "Good. Now, get off." He pushed the other off of him without giving him any time to get off on his own. Agon then moved his leg from the table before standing, nodding his head towards the exit. "Get going." The other sent him a confused look as he rose from the ground, dusting himself off.

"And where would we be going?" Agon rolled his eyes, giving him a light push before they started walking.

"To your place. I'm dropping you off. If Hiruma knows where you live, I should know too." He paused a beat, scowling at the thought of the blonde. "Besides, I wouldn't put it past him to be waiting for you there." Abel sighed, as if that was a pretty dumb reason. Agon ignored the sigh. He didn't know Hiruma.

"He wouldn't dare! My cat hates him." Agon's lips twitched into a smirk.

"Smart cat. You should follow his lead." Abel scowled, tugging Agon along whenever they needed to turn on a corner or cross a road.

"He hates all guys who come near me." Agon laughed, pulling up the hood of his coat.

"Smarter cat. You shouldn't go anywhere without him." Abel threw up in hands in surrender, not knowing any way to beat the stubborn mule in a discussion so pointless.

/

Once they made it to his home, Agon stared at the door in complete shock. "Damn, that freak really let you have it, didn't he…?" He trailed off, still staring at the door. The lock had been completely shot off the door, lying on the floor in a defeated heap. Pieces of wood were all around, and the door seemed to only still be on its hinges because of its own will to live. Agon then looked around, noting the other guys along the floor who were pointing at the door, some laughing, some seeming afraid. Agon didn't like the way Hiruma had put Abel in the spotlight in an apartment building as crowded as this. "Tch…" He then grabbed Abel's arm, dragging him back to the stairs to leave the building despite his protests.

"W-what are you doing? I thought you were going to leave me here!" The sports star stopped, suddenly yanking hard and pulling the other to the same stair as he was standing on.

"That's before I knew the lunatic destroyed your door! I'd bet anything somebody's gonna break in on you tonight, and I'm not going to let you stay there tonight to get stabbed!" Abel blinked, surprised at the concern. If it was concern, anyway… He sent the other a rather fearful look. Agon bristled at the unexpected timidity from his companion of sorts.

"I'm not going to bite you! My brother and parents will be there so lose the 'I'm doomed' face!" Abel couldn't help but laugh a little at the other's outburst, feeling a bit more comfortable though still unsure of how to handle the whole situation given how the other had acted in the food court. Agon relaxed at the laugh, feeling less like a menacing ogre and more like a concerned frie—er, passerby.

/

"AGON! I told you to stop coming in so—" Unsui stopped in mid-rant as he saw his brother had someone in tow. Literally, he had the other male's arm in what he suspected was a vise-like grip. "…Late. Hello, I'm Agon's brother Unsui. Unsui Kongo. You are?" He asked politely with a small smile, already knowing who it was. He held out his hand to shake the other's, making sure the hand required was the one Agon was holding captive. His plan was to force his brother to free it, which worked despite the scoff the younger Kongo let out.

"Uh, I'm Abel. Abel Sinclair." As they shook hands, Abel raised a brow while giving Unsui an obvious once over. "Wow, you guys really are twins. Identical, huh? Me and Cain're just fraternal." The elder Kongo glanced towards his brother, who just shoved his hands in his pockets with a 'hunh'. "So, what's it like to have a violent, obsessive, brother who seems to be buried in the close—?" The quarterback's eyes grew to the size of moons, as Agon blanched, quickly covering the French male's mouth with his hand and pulling him into a headlock.

"You finish that thought and I'll kill you!" He growled, which only made Abel's eyes narrow as he decided he'd had enough of Agon's threats and violence for one day. He licked the other's hand, which had him on the other side of the room with a wild look. "What the fuck was that?" Abel wiped his mouth, turning his chin up as he moved to the couch and plopped own, opening his phone.

"Serves you right. I'm gonna call my brother and let him know I'm here." He held the phone to his ear as he waited for Cain to answer. He glanced at Agon, who moved towards the couch, sending him a dark scowl. "Do you mind? I'd rather not have you butting into every aspect of my life!"

Unsui then grabbed his brother's arm and led him to the kitchen. Once they were alone, he sent his brother a dark look. "You didn't kidnap him, did you? I know you've been confused and messed up over him, but dragging him into our house isn't the way to get him to notice y—" Agon shoved his brother roughly, lips curled back as he grabbed his shirt, about to let Unsui know exactly where he could shove his advice, when he heard a sudden scream from the other room. He blinked, letting go of the other Kongo before darting back into the living room within seconds, on the couch with Abel only to see…

That absolutely nothing was wrong.

Abel was just sitting on the couch, rubbing one ear as he closed one eye in a wince while holding his phone a good distance from his face in the other hand. The French male let out a sigh, looking at Agon with an annoyed expression, though the sports star sensed that it wasn't directed towards him.

"OH MY GOD ABEL I WENT TO YOUR APARTMENT TO GET HELP WITH ALGEBRA AND SAW YOUR DOOR WAS SHOT UP AND OPEN! I THOUGHT YOU WERE DEAD! WHERE ARE YOU? WHAT HAPPENED? THANK GOD YOU'RE ALIVE!" Abel shook his head and rolled his eyes, looking at Agon and mouthing 'So annoying'. The other smirked, relaxing at the lack of danger as he shifted on the couch with one arm along the back behind Abel and one leg slung on the table as he listened in to the painfully loud conversation. Unsui had walked in as well after recovering from his brother's hard shove, unable to keep from chuckling at the other's twin. Abel switched to speaker to avoid risking his ears from further outbursts.

"Calm down, spazz. Some dude came in recruiting for the football team and when I said no he went kinda ballistic. It's all good though."

"R-really? So…where are you now?" Abel leaned his head back some, surprised to feel an arm there as he glanced at Agon, who slung his second leg onto the table and put his other arm along the couch, feigning disinterest in the conversation over the phone. The Sinclair shook his head when he noted Unsui's small smile towards his brother.

"Eh, crashing at a friend's place. After the fiasco with the door, it was decided that it'd be better for me to stay with him than in my broken apartment." He reached up with his free hand and flicked the fellow second-born's cheek. "And before you even ask, he was kinda pushy about it so I doubt he'd have waited for me to stay with you and our folks." Agon blinked, realizing there wasn't really a reason for him to be there considering he had his own family. He huffed, turning his head as his brow twitched. He dragged him across town for nothing, only to get both him and Unsui on his back.

"A…friend's place? But Abel, you don't have any friends! Why are you lying to me?" The other twin grabbed the phone switching it from speakerphone and then pressed it to his ear before his companion on the couch could react.

"Hunh? He's got friends, asshole! Me!"

"Oh! You're the guy from the game, right? Glad you two worked things out! Tell Abel to call me in the morning!" Cain chirped before promptly hanging up, leaving Agon feeling like his usual temperance wouldn't be enough to keep the two Sinclairs in line as things went on. He tossed the phone back to Abel with an exhausted expression.

"He said to call him in the morning." Abel shut the phone, slipping it into his pocket before reaching across Agon to grab the remote, making the larger male freeze. The fact that the other had shifted on the couch, effectively fitting snuggly into Agon's side and hip, didn't help. He sent a shocked look to Unsui, who simply smiled again and sat on the chair by the couch. You traitor, he thought bitterly.

"'Kay. Let's see what's on. I never sleep well when I stay away from home." That made Agon's head slump in defeat. So he was stuck with the creamy haired male pressed up against him all night, head on his shoulder and all, while his brother sends him knowing, holier-than-thou looks and Abel chattering away in his ear about the mindless crap on the television?

It was going to be a bitch of a night.