Hiruma touched himself at the age of 12.

It was the first time he ever touched himself. He remembered being near a wall of his hotel room and reaching down his pants, unbuckling them. He bit his lip. His door was shut. He looked anxiously behind him, as if someone was watching, even though no one was. Invisible eyes peered over his shoulder. He'd never experienced this feeling before. Experimenting with his body. He remembered his father.

He remembered his father doing that to him.

Hiruma unzipped his pants. He dug into his drawers. He grasped ahold of himself. He remembered the way his father rubbed his body, how he touched him, how he stroked Hiruma…!

Hiruma began to gasp. His face grew flushed. A euphoric feeling came over him as his cheeks came into a red color and his eyes rolled into the backs of his head. He remembered the way his father touched him, for those several seconds. The door was shut behind him, he noted, no one could hear him moan.

Hiruma's knees felt week. They began to wobble. He sunk against the wall, groaning, leaning against it, saliva dripping, beginning to fall on his ass, hitting the ground. He masturbated.

He touched himself.

Hiruma's eyes widened. He stared at his hand, only if for a moment, soaked with precum. His precum. His gasps came heavily, followed by quick breaths as he began to touch himself again, moving his hand, positioning it in the way his father's was over him, continuing the feeling, giving long strokes. Hiruma cried out.

He came.

Tears fell from his eyes. Hiruma snapped back into reality. His eyes pried themselves open. He looked down at his hands, horrified, within himself, his father… him.

You're a sick bastard. Hiruma told himself that day, remembering how he slumped against the wall. He felt sick. Within himself. He didn't want to touch himself ever again. He grinned loosely, telling himself he would never do that again, as he realized the ugly truth within himself.

He had mastubated to his father.

Hiruma felt disgust. This wasn't the first time Hiruma felt disgust with himself, as he felt it many times when he got shoved around in the streets, when a gang member managed to push him into the ground for once and he fell, getting turned on, growing excited. He liked getting shoved around, he admitted to himself, accepting. He didn't mind getting pushed. Or shoved. Or thrown. He learned to accept that part within himself, after all, it was true, and Hiruma didn't run away from truth, as all numbers pointed to it.

And then Agon came.

Something about that man just turned Hiruma on. His anger. His rage. His ruthlessness. Any of it. Hiruma wanted to have it all. No man set had set a passionate fire within him as Agon.

No man had also hurt him as much as Agon.

He thought about Agon. The Shinryuji Naga shit. How they were supposed to go there. Be there. How Agon had made Kurita cry, and how it came between them, and how close they were now. Thinking about it, he didn't regret it. At that time, Hiruma didn't know Agon struggled with Anxiety, PTSD, and Chronic Stress Disorder that affected his decision making, and only in college, was when he found out about it. It seemed to make sense, when Agon confessed to him, about his mother.

When Hiruma confessed to him about his father.

He remembered the giant weight that had been lifted off of his shoulders when he told Agon. He felt weightless, like a burden of the past had been taken away from him. Hiruma had never trusted any man with this secret, not even Muashi, and Agon handled it with such… Maturity. He didn't look at Hiruma with any shame. He didn't say it was Hiruma's fault. He didn't say Hiruma shouldn't have put himself in that position.

He wept.

Hiruma laid awake in bed. The couple rested against each other. Agon was asleep. Hiruma could tell. He looked at the clock. It was 3 o'clock; pm. He decided to get up. He slept on his stomach, Agon above him.

His eyes were blue. Hiruma grunted. He thought about the past before he woke up, some days. Agon and him spent 2 hours sleeping, taking a nap. They would have to be in by Japan no less than tomorrow, as they had a game. The Semi-Finals were coming. He waited on Yamato's call.

Yamato called him.

The phone rang. Unfortunately, it had been a bad time, as Yamato called him, the duo, half past three, which Agon was awake by then, horny bastard, and decided to fuck his body.

"Agon…" Hiruma sighed, eyes becoming pained, feeling Agon's member move in him. He groaned. Agon grunted in him.

"I'm so horny…" He admitted to himself, laughing against Hiruma. His hoarse breath came upon Hiruma's back. Hiruma laughed.

"You think?" Hiruma hissed, sweetly. Agon licked his neck. Hiruma opened his mouth into a wide cackle, feeling Agon begin to grow playful with his body. He still lied on his stomach, Agon over him, joyful. The phone rang.

He answered it.

"Yes…!" He laughed with glee to himself, feeling Agon grab his ass, moving out of him. Agon's low snicker was heard. He bit the knob of his neck, biting the navel, playing with Hiruma. Hiruma laughed. He began to feel the tickle of Agon's dreadlocks against the pale of his skin near his shoulder blades. Agon flicked his gaze upward at his lover, seeing him begin to laugh.

He tugged on his ear.

Hiruma moaned. His lip fell, showcasing his mouth. Agon leaned over and kissed it. Hiruma followed him into a long kiss. He almost forgot the black phone that clung in his hand, as he still held it.

"You can speak," Hiruma said, breaking away from Agon with a hearted laughter, turning his attention on Yamato's call; Agon pulled on his lip and tugged on it. "Fucking Wild Hair,"
Hiruma's voice was soft. It was always soft, when he was with Agon. He growled into Agon's ear, squinting his eyes, taunting his lover to give him another kiss, begging for it. Agon gave it to him anyways, snarling to Hiruma, light.

Hiruma put Yamato on speaker.

He set the phone down. "Yeah," Yamato began to talk, speaking to the duo. "Is Agon with you? He'll want to hear this, too. This is something both Vice Captain and Captain ought to hear."

Hiruma looked backward at Agon. It was up to him if he wanted to lie. Agon looked at him. He pulled away some. He nodded slightly. Hiruma faced the phone's speaker.

"Yes," he said, honest. "He's with me…"
He returned his attention to his lover, kissing him. Agon followed in tow. Agon's eyes were a beautiful shade of brown, today. Hiruma felt the bulge from Agon's barbell piercing in his mouth. He tongued himself against it, licking it, looking his lover in the eyes as he did. His lips smacked with his. Yamato continued on the phone.

"We went to the Tokyo Tournament Draw," Yamato confessed to Hiruma, telling him. "After our practice match today against Takekura Construction Babels,"
"I saw the footage." Hiruma let him know. "I remember. Kid and Tetsuma weren't playing, right? Only Gaou. As defense."
Video? Agon wondered in his head, eyebrows scrunching in a deep scowl. He looked at Hiruma. Hiruma's eyes gazed into his. He kissed him lightly, hand scraping underneath his chin, holding it in a light manner.

"You were sleeping…" He hummed against his lips. Hiruma promised through his body language that he'd let Agon see the video of the Practice Match played hours before on that day when they flew over to Japan later on.

"Yeah," Yamato gulped. "They were fearsome. We won, but…"

"But…?" Hiruma asked. Agon stopped kissing him. He turned to the phone's speaker. He was listening. Hiruma started listening, too.

"Thank God it was a Practice Match." Yamato sighed into the speaker. His voice shook. This was abnormal, for a man who possessed all confidence God could give him, found shaking. "We won 35-15, but… Gaou played in such a safe style. It was different from his usual Offense. Musashi watched from the bench. Tetsuma and Kid were nowhere to be found, it was… weird."

Hiruma remembered the ominous feeling that was felt during the match when he watched. He watched it an hour after the two had came back from the Tattoo Parlor. Agon slept beside him. Hiruma remained awake. His eyes glazed over the team as they played, making mental key notes, writing some in a separate loaded .doc.

"They're playing it safe," Hiruma announced to him, over the phone. Agon listened. "He's saving his cards for later. When he faces us." Hiruma laughed. "Kekeke… Don't be scared, Fucking Wild Hair. We have some peculiar cards of our own,"

He faced Agon, locking his eyes with his as they shifted a pure tone of amber, looking almost gold in the room's lighting. He laughed. Kekeke...

"You're right," Yamato's confidence seemed to bounce back. "As you know, we've been chosen to face four teams in the Rice Bowl running. Three of them are us, Enma, and Oujou. The fourth one was left open to the winner of the Loser's Bracket in the Rice Bowl, the past teams defeated by us and others in the past."

"Who won?" Hiruma wasn't concerned about useless information he already knew. Musashi's team had been defeated by Enma in the rounds before the Semi-Finals, the Quarter-Finals, as now the game had become an absolute Bloodbath. They had won 21-11.

Eyeshield 21 and the Fucking Old Man's numbers.

Hiruma bit on his nails, then on the gum in the desk drawer he pulled out, remembering it was there.

"Takekura Construction Babels." Yamato announced. Hiruma stilled. "They won the Loser's Bracket. They were placed in the lot. We drew their name out of it. We're facing them in the Semi-Finals tomorrow, on Thursday. I feel that this game will prove which warriors are Fit for the Battle of the Fittest; the Rice Bowl."

Hiruma thought. That meant Oujou and Enma were versing each other. They were going to be fighting Takekura Construction Babels in the Semi-Finals round. He was right. It would be a complete bloodbath. Agon and Gaou would be versing each other. That lineup in itself would prove to be crazy. He almost couldn't believe it. He was thrilled.

"You're ready?" Hiruma asked Agon, facing him; in a low whisper, he spoke. "My Fucking Dread?"
His eyes flicked over Agon. Agon bit his lip. He began to grin, showing Hiruma his confident smile. Hiruma raised his eyebrows.

"Ah?" Agon laughed. "They're lucky my feet even grace the field, trash."
"Today's Wednesday," Hiruma commented towards the phone. "And the Game's on Thursday. What time?"
"We're playing at 10 pm." Yamato told him. "Make sure you make it. Please."

Yamato knew the team couldn't win without Agon and Hiruma's full strength. The duo was near unstoppable, as Agon had taken on the physical manifestation of Hiruma's body he could never have, doing plays that would've been a dream to somebody like Hiruma. Now, the possibilities were endless. Agon and Hiruma were only growing stronger, and Hiruma knew that without Agon—

The game would be finished.

"The interview. Did the team see it?"

"Japan didn't even air it. It was posted on CNN's website for two hours, and Taka and I managed to see it, but, Japan took it down. Only Western Viewers saw it, and even live viewers watching from Japan got cut off when Agon confessed. Sorry."

Hiruma smirked. "No problem." He said. "We can work it in our favor. Air it out. Kekeke…" He laughed to himself. His face stilled. "Agon and I should be there tomorrow. For now, focus on practice. Practice. Make sure those Fucking Lackey's bleed."

"They are." Yamato promised, laughing. "Taka and Ikkyu are working on a combination run. It's amazing."
"Has it worked so far?"
"With their talents, it will be." Yamato swore confidently. Hiruma smirked. He wasn't wrong. Though, the pass run was missing one key competent.

Agon.

That would tie it all together.

Hiruma hung up the phone. He ended the call. Agon looked at him. He got the idea. He smirked. Agon had been planning on this combo run with Hiruma for a long time.

When they returned to practice.

Agon choked Hiruma in bed. Hiruma couldn't escape from the pleasure Agon gave him. His thumb was felt against the right side of his neck, rubbing him there. He never choked Hiruma. This meant he was excited.

For tomorrow's game.

"Fucking Dread…" Hiruma moaned to Agon, facing him, noses pressed deep into one another's neck, underneath the sheets. Agon breathed heavily on him. Agon kept his gaze within his. "Fuck me…!"

Agon did.

He pounded into him as Hiruma pleaded. Hiruma moaned. His breaths were quick. His head flopped back against the pillows as Agon came over him, fucking his body hard and tight. He could hardly loathe it as Agon's palm came across his throat and choked him.

"Huhh…!" Hiruma breathed quick, head back. "Agonne…!"

He shouted. His adam's apple bobbled. He screamed.

"I know, baby…!" Agon groaned into him. Hiruma grunted, biting his lip. Agon pumped his body faster. It jolted with every shake, electricity shared between the two. The bed creaked. Hiruma begged against Agon. His hand lifted from Hiruma's neck and held his thigh, fucking him vicious; saliva dripped from the corner of Hiruma's mouth. He wailed against him. His breath was hot. Him and Agon's, as it came crashing down atop of one another, crying out in harsh sobs. His claws scraped at Agon's skin, shooting pain through it as his nails dug deep, Agon fucking him deeper. He whined.

He muttered to himself things beneath the sheets only Agon could hear, some in English, some in Japanese, how he wanted Agon to fuck him harder, faster, all in the same as Agon loved on him. His head flopped back, limp, as he cried, hand arching against Agon's back, curling deep into it. Agon groaned. Hiruma did, too. It was rough. Agon never placed his hands on Hiruma in bed before, but… Hiruma liked it. He liked the feeling of adrenaline pumping through his veins; the thrill of it all—! Agon's strong palms boxed him in. He groaned against his body, sweating, almost crying out in the sheer pleasure himself. Agon was going so deep in his body that each motion pulled him back and forth, rocking the bed, pumping fast. Hiruma's eyes grew pained. Agon's hands moved to grip both his thighs, grasping them over his shoulders.

"Uh…!" Hiruma moved his head to the left, feeling Agon kiss it, making it better. His tongue was felt against his neck. Warm. Wet.

Saliva was felt. Agon fucked him from the side. This was nice. Hiruma told himself. His body shivered with anticipation, feeling Agon's tongue over it, skin seeming to shimmer in Agon's eyes, dazzling from the sex as Hiruma moaned against him, Agon creaming in his insides, harsh, warming him—

"Want to go to the pound with me today," Hiruma had asked him that afternoon. "My Fucking Dread?"
Hiruma had asked him that question moments after they had sex, around 4:00. Agon snorted. He faced on his back in bed, staring up at the sky. The ceiling.

Agon agreed to go. They had two more hours before they appeared for his Dinner. Agon got dressed. He placed a jacket over his shoulders. It was a 2013 Troy Lee Jacket, a black windbreaker, matching the black muscle tee that hugged his ribs underneath. He wore black fitted jeans that sagged and Under Armour Clutchfit Prodigy Men's black shoes. He looked good, Hiruma noted.

"Do your nippels hurt?" Hiruma asked him, looking at his lover's piercings over his shoulder beneath the shirt he wore.
"Yeah," Agon nodded his head. He smirked, laughing. "Your ass?"
"Yeah." Hiruma nodded his head. The both of them followed each other into laughter. Hiruma wore a black and red windbreaker with matching black mesh sports leggings and Nike Roshe 1's he seemed to enjoy, recently bought in America, walking in them proudly.

They look nice on him, Agon noted. His ass did, too. Kukuku. He smirked. He had fucked him real good. And choked his ass real good, too. Kukuku…!

Hiruma took Agon to a nearby Hardware store, where he pondered among buying five inch nails or three inch nails, holding them in his hands.

"What do you think," he turned to him. "Fucking Dread? Three inch nails or the Five inch ones?"

"Five inch ones." Agon answered, looking at the thick length. He had thought about what Hiruma was going to use them for. Maybe to bind himself in bed so Agon could fuck him hard and good. He smirked. Hiruma eyed the chains.

"Which chains do you want," He pointed to them, on the wall opposite from them, beside their figures. "Fucking Dread? The ten foot ones or eleven foot ones?"

"Ten foot." Agon smirked. "Fuckin' filth. Make it quick."
Hiruma smirked. He took them off the rack. They paid for them at the counter. Hiruma bought another plummet hammer to bang the nails into the surface, lounging a gun over his shoulder. Agon slipped his hand over it, pulling him close to him.

Hiruma smirked, blowing a proud bubble of gum.

It popped.

The duo went to the pound. There, they picked up a puppy well overgrown from his size, fed well. Tan fur, looking almost orange.

"Cerberus!" Hiruma called out, yelling, eyes shimmering with a sparkle as he opened his arms up wide to him as the dog galloped towards him, mouth dripping wet with saliva and a loose tongue, released from his shackled collar bound by chains to the ground, hammered nails in the back room.

Hiruma hooked another spiked collar around him.

He tied it to silver chains. Ten foot ones. He held them in his hands, almost like a leash as he led Cerberus forward, looking at the poundkeeper, almost terrified of the boy and his dog. He had kept Cerberus for two years, while Hiruma was away in college; he couldn't keep him in his dorm room, and the penthouse wouldn't be a good fit for Cerberus's well being, so he needed a larger space.

Hiruma was taking him back to Japan.

Agon and Cerberus didn't acknowledge each other, at first. Hiruma held the chains in his hand as Cerberus sniffed around the area, peeing. He was hungry.

Hiruma smirked. He pulled out a full slab of meat he bought before leaving the private space with Agon and slung it towards his dog, feeding him. He tore it up. It reminded him of the steak he cooked for Agon, sometimes, when they were alone.

Agon stood in his own corner, aloof. He didn't greet the dog. The two of them seemed to mind each other's business, keeping to themselves. Hiruma didn't mind. He grinned. He liked Cerberus because Cerberus had duel personalities, like Agon, as when he first met the puppy in the rain and could care less for an average dog begging for food, until he gritted his teeth and growled when Hiruma walked away, losing his bait. Hiruma saw use for that.

He saw use for Agon, too. Agon was handsome. Smart. Funny. Got him. He faked a smile, then crushed endlessly to get what he wanted. A dual personality. Deadly. Agon was rough. Ruthless. He liked that about him. Always had, always will. He reached out to Agon.

He held his hand.

All it took was a little hand holding, for Agon to get it, and understand. Hiruma didn't mind. He was patient. Loving.

Towards Agon.

He paid the rent for the shopkeeper for keeping Cerberus as long as he did and returned home with him, buying another doghouse he made Agon carry, which, Agon didn't mind, as long as Hiruma agreed—

"To fuck you later." Agon answered, walking through town with it. "Oh, it's fine. As long as you agree to get fucked later. You're at 2 fucks now, you trash. You owe me."

Hiruma smirked.

Cerebos licked his hand.

Hiruma looked over. His eyes glanced at the wild animal as its tongue flopped over his hand, in his hotel room, at age 12. The animal licked the cum from beneath and between his fingers, cleaning them, as Hiruma had just masubrated with himself for the first time. He smiled. He stroked his fingers through the pet's hair, petting him.

He laughed.

Agon kissed his lips. Hiruma looked at him. Cerberus jerked at his leash, as in America, there were many distractions and the dog's mood seemed affected by the country he was in, smelling New York's hot dogs in the air.

Agon bought him, Hiruma, and his dog some. Agon ate two, sitting at a nearby table with Hiruma, holding both in each hand, feeding Cerebos a third, tossing it to him.

"Here, you damn mutt." Agon muttered underneath his breath, almost kicking Cerberus as he got too close, begging on his leg. Agon didn't care for animals. They needed to leave him the fuck alone…!

"Move, you piece of shit!" Agon cursed at him as Cerberus continued to beg beg among his leg, dancing happily for Agon's food. "Move!"
Hiruma began to cackle sweetly, hugging his stomach as Agon battled with the mutt for his food, placing the bottom of his sole sneaker against the dog's teeth, pushing him away as he snapped his jaws for Agon's meat.

"Move!" Agon repeated, beginning to laugh lightly. "Kukuku… trash! Move from my presence!" He tried to shove the matt of orange fur standing to the side of him. "Eat Hiruma's hotdog… Kukuku!"

Cerberus snapped his jaws. Agon laughed.

It reminded Hiruma of a kid.

Agon and Hiruma returned home around five, after taking Cerberus through a quick walk through Central Park. They got ready for dinner. Cerberus slept in his miniature doggy home, Agon proposing they should buy him a mansion, costing about 500 bucks. Hiruma bought it, anyways, as Agon was finally into something besides him. They had sex when they got home. Agon wrestled him near the doorway, grabbing his wrist, grinning to himself ever so slightly as he kissed Hiruma near the wall. Hiruma told him to stop, or he would get sick, and he shouldn't have been doing so, anyways, as Agon had gotten a new oral piercing and it could cause an infection, damaging him, but, Agon didn't care. Agon kissed him, anyways.

Agon pushed him into the doorway and kissed his mouth, leaning into him. Agon had no fear of Hiruma. He didn't fear his teeth. Or his pointed ears or piercings. Not even the way he cackled or laughed dryly.

He didn't fear Hiruma.

He loved him.

Agon carried his body and tossed him on the bed, coming over him. Hiruma let Agon come over him, pretending to shove his body away as his lover came over his neck and kissed it, biting him. He let Agon do this to him. Hiruma moaned. He let Agon have permission to his body. Access. Agon reached down. He felt his hand dig into Hiruma's pants, pulling them down, hand near his crotch, rubbing Hiruma. Hiruma's mouth opened wide, lips parting slightly, feeling Agon stroke him beneath the fabric, rubbing him. Agon didn't mind, being this way with Hiruma. He liked the way Hiruma allowed Agon to entice him, to make him feel this way.

To be in love with him.

Hiruma smirked. His eyes gleamed over him, looking his lover over. He grinned, sitting up in bed. He neared his lover's ear and spoke to him. "The shower." He said. "Let's do to it."

Hiruma's hand was felt against Agon's shoulder. He slipped off his jacket, slow, taking it off of him, kissing his neck. Agon let him. Agon let Hiruma undress his body. He let Hiruma's claws scrape over his bare shoulders, rubbing down the bare skin of his neck, leading down into the curve of the Dragon tattoo that swindled his back. He rested his head onto Hiruma's neck as his lover came across it, kissing it.

"Uhh…" Agon moaned into Hiruma as his lover kissed down his shoulder blades, enticing him, licking down his bicep, moaning deeply, getting turned on. Agon did, too. Agon let Hiruma roll his hips with his, humping him in his bed, coming over him. His head rolled back as Agon continued, thrusting his pelvis with his, liking it. Agon had never seen this side of Hiruma, horny, wanting more. Agon didn't mind, Hiruma being this way. He bit his neck.

Agon let out a stilled moan. Hiruma humped him more, almost seeming to beg, as his body movements became ragged, gripping his wrist, grinding his crotch against his, boners touching, electricity coursing through his body.

Hiruma's eyes went blue.

He tilted his head back, gaze lightning, crying, humping Agon with fire, palms gripping his hands, claws digging in his skin. Saliva dripped from his mouth.

Agon noted. He slowed the actions on his hips, watching Hiruma drop his deeper, wanting more. He followed. Hiruma leaned his head down and began to moan, wanting more from Agon, feeling his erection grow. Hiruma was hard.

Agon paid attention. He watched as Hiruma dug into him, biting his neck, hurting him, gnawing at his skin, tugging at it, making breathless moans against him as he humped deep. Begging for more. Hiruma's claws tightened on his skin.

Hiruma groaned. And moaned. And whimpered. And begged. All for Agon in silent breaths as he humped. Agon wasn't going to give him what he wanted. He grew restless, reaching down towards Agon's pants, unbuckling them fast, as he knew the ways to entice his lover. Hiruma's cheeks grew red as he thrusted against Agon's boner beneath the fabric of his jeans, whimpering. Agon had never seen that whimpering look in Hiruma's eyes.

What was wrong? Agon asked to himself, figuring it out. Hiruma wasn't all the way there. Agon stopped. Hiruma didn't.

"Hiruma—" Agon began to say.

Hiruma shoved his fingers into Agon's mouth. Agon began to suck on them. Well, he thought to himself, smirking. He licked them over, drawing them out. This couldn't be so bad. Hiruma was pinning him to the bed and humping him! What more could he want—

Then he saw the sad look in Hiruma's eyes.

Hiruma's eyes were blue. They were blank. Not the usual starlight he knew. Something was wrong. He stopped. Hiruma's hands trailed down his stomach, where he reached down below him, grabbing Agon's dick, beginning to pump it with his hand, now free from the fabric.

"Hiruma…" Agon said. He saw the way Hiruma's eyes moved, glassing over, shifting left to right. His head ducked, lowering to it.

Hiruma couldn't hear. He didn't. He only wanted, from Agon. His breath husked over his lover's erected dick as he leaned down towards it, lips parting, vision going hazy.

"Hiruma." Agon said, more stern.

His earrings clacked together. Even then, he couldn't hear. His tongue almost pressed against it, letting it out of his mouth, soaked with saliva, prepared to suck—

"Hiruma!"

Hiruma shook out of it. His eyes widened, realizing what he was about to do. He stared. He looked up, at Agon looking at him, with… shame. Hiruma hadn't read that look on Agon's face before.

Agon hadn't read that look on Hiruma's, either.

Hiruma sat up. He backed away. His hand dropped. He covered his eyes. Agon remained. He began to cry, crying into the palms of his hands, sitting above Agon's waist, like a baby.

Agon sat up and cradled him.

Hiruma explained to Agon about his Sugar Sensitivity, how he struggled with it, him and his papa. He explained these things to him in bed, changing out of the clothing he wore, taking on Agon's shirt, his plain white tee, sighing. Hiruma felt dirty.

He felt disgusting.

Agon knew that something was wrong with Hiruma. He rubbed his hip. Hiruma's gaze didn't look him in the eye. He looked… away. The lamp was on. The lights... cut off. Seeming… different. Hiruma's lips were thinned. He was sad. Something about the gaze he held in his eye… Agon knew.

He felt disgusting.

Hiruma had never tried to suck Agon's dick. He had never been so horny to bare, as Hiruma possessed no sexual attraction. Then why…?

Hiruma didn't.

It was because he couldn't. He didn't suck Agon's dick because he couldn't. His teeth got in the way, and even if he did, he didn't believe that he could, anyway. Hiruma had no faith within himself in dealing with sexual matters with Agon. He didn't know what he wanted with him, he didn't know how he wanted it with him…!

He didn't know if it had already been done before.

With some other bitch. Some fucking chick that had been with Agon years before him. Other chicks, too. Other bitches. Other… women.

Hiruma didn't know if he held up to those standards. If he was some type of replay button for Agon to hit over and over again anytime he wanted—

Agon didn't think that way. He didn't think of Hiruma as a bitch. Or another women he had slept with in the past. He didn't think of Hiruma in any of those ways. He thought of him as a lover, which was why he never tried choking Hiruma in bed. He couldn't…

He didn't want to hurt him!

Hiruma got it. His eyes teared up, loosely. It was around 5 o'clock in the afternoon, now. Close to dark. They would be an hour late already to their dinner, and if they didn't start getting ready now, then—

Hiruma cried.

He bit his lip. And cried. And cried. He cried to Agon. Hiruma remembered Agon telling him he was beautiful, in bed, in their sheets, together, under the moonlight. Hiruma never felt beautiful. He didn't know what it was like, to have that confidence, to feel like you were pretty, to feel like one of the chosen…!

He cried. He grasped Agon and cried to him, sobbing. Hiruma had never felt beautiful. All the girls ran away from him…! He had no fear in women, neither did he in men, but Hiruma feared himself. He'd feared the man he'd become. He feared the man…

He'd fear the man he'd be.

But with Agon, Hiruma felt no fear. He felt no regret. Agon understood Hiruma had acted in a bizarre manner from the hotdog he had eaten earlier, but this, his mood, it had caused it to drastically change. He got it.

This was Hiruma.

This was how Hiruma had felt inside.

And he got it.

He accepted it. He pulled Hiruma close to his body, hugging him. Agon had shown empathy, for the first time, with Hiruma. For a long time, Agon wondered if he would feel that emotion again, get a taste of that feeling, something Unko-chan had that allowed him to cry…!

Agon cried, too.

He cared for Hiruma so much. Hiruma felt that within him. Agon's resolve. He felt the truth within Agon, and, within himself that he decided to accept.

Hiruma was beautiful. And smart. And kind. And funny.

Hiruma was Hiruma. And that's all he would ever be.

Hiruma remembered waking up next to Agon, smiling, staring bright into his hazel eyes as his lover smirked at him bitterly, tasting the cum on his cheek, licking him. Hiruma smiled. In those moments, he smiled, and cried when he had to feed Agon his pills the next day, and smile again when he was on the field, right after, the thrill of it all.

The thrill… of being with Agon.

Hiruma kissed Agon. He leaned over and tongued into it, stretching his long tongue against Agon's, feeling him. Hiruma's hand held his cheek as his did, eyes falling into his, facing him for the first time ever since his incident.

It was his way of… thanking him.

Agon realized this early on, when Hiruma began to kiss him, through his body language. Hiruma could always read Agon's body, as Agon could Hiruma's. They were the only two in Kantou that could do that, despite being opponent and foe. Hiruma didn't mind. He could always read Agon. Agon was the only man that could ever read Hiruma. After all—

They were the two demons of Kantou.

He felt Agon's hands slip over his ass, touching him. Hiruma didn't mind. Hiruma moaned into him, feeling Agon tease him, underneath his shirt.

"You can lick me," Hiruma gave permission, nodding. "Agon."
Agon shut his eyes. He licked a long stripe down the side of Hiruma's neck as a vein showed when he moaned, clawing Agon's shoulders as he raked them, sitting up. Agon stopped as Hiruma lifted himself slightly and positioned himself over Agon's face, allowing Agon to lick within his body, shivering, sitting down ever so slightly.

Agon tongued within him. Hiruma shivered with every lick, feeling Agon move. He positioned his hands over the headrest, leaning his head down, moaning. His claws dug into it, scraping the wood on the headrest, shaking. Hiruma let himself be taken in by Agon, leaning his head down into his folded arm, crying. Hiruma bit his lip. It felt good, having him within him like that, growing close… Intimate.

Hiruma held on. He reached out beside him out as Agon tongued deeper, clawing the wooden board, making marks within it. Agon gripped his ass. He tasted Hiruma. He tasted…

Them.

He kissed Hiruma there, before pulling away, licking him deep once again, saliva tracing his lips. Hiruma shivered. He sat down on Agon's neck. His arms were crossed above the headrest, Agon's head between his thighs. Agon smirked. He was going to say something smart, easy, something clever, but then—a tear was felt on his cheek.

He realized it came from Hiruma.

It dropped from his chin, landing on him. His eyes widened, looking above him. Hiruma was crying. He moved Hiruma to the side of him, positioning him next to his body, taking him off of his. It wasn't that hard to move Hiruma, as he was skinny, but—

Hiruma had already fallen asleep. Agon sat up in bed and looked at him. Hiruma blacked out. Agon felt that Hiruma's tears weren't from pain, probably from the intimacy the two had been sharing, their time in America, as it was now over. Agon got out of bed, changed out of his clothes, taking them off, going into the bathroom, and brushed his teeth, washing his face. He got what it meant as he laid in bed next to Hiruma, pulling his body close to his.

Hiruma had enjoyed his trip.

Agon had enjoyed this trip with him.

Cerberus slept in their doghouse soundly, blowing a snot bubble.

It reminded Agon of Hiruma's own he blew on the plane when he slept soundly to himself, Agon's head, on his lap.

He smiled.

They left the house by six.

When they got to the Hall of Fame, a red carpet awaited them. They walked among it, paparazzi taking photos left to right. Hiruma grinned. Agon stuck out his tongue, showcasing the new piercing he had gotten while they were away.

"Is that a new piercing," A reporter had asked them as Agon and him were pulled off to the side for a small interview. "Agon?"

"Yeah," Agon grinned. "I even got nipple piercings, too." He rubbed them beneath his tuxe. "They hurt and ache, too! Ku—! This trash made me get them. You can thank him for that."
He smacked his ass. Hiruma lounged a grin. The two of them entered the main building, athletes greeting them all around, praising them, shaking their hands, pulling them into hugs.

"You've done so much for the black community." A black athlete thanked Agon, giving him a rough handshake, slipping their fingers, pulling their bodies close. "Agon. Appreciate it."

Black? Agon thought. "No problem." Agon charmed, smiling. "I do what I can."

"Little boys look up to you," The athlete continued. "You and him. For being who you are. Young men and woman will always look up to you. You'll stand the Tests of Time."

He looked up into Agon. His eyes were hazel. He pulled away from him and gave Hiruma a hug, then, with a nice farewell, walked away.

Morgan greeted Agon when he entered the building.

Agon came into the main entrance hall, going further into the main housing as trashes near him surrounded each other, entering separate dining halls. Hiruma and Agon would be dining separate. Hiruma had been invited to the Golden room. A meeting with the Pentagram of North America. Agon smirked. He had been invited to the Silver room.

"Bye, trash." Agon smacked his ass as Hiruma left him to go to his separate dining hall. Agon would be dining with superstar athletes, ones that had been included in the Hall of Fame, and other Modern-day athletes that had became superstar foes like him. He smirked.

"Bye." Hiruma said, turning his head around to face him. "Agon."
Agon watched the lanky demon walk away from him as he turned a corner, disappearing, biting a stick of gum. Agon entered his dining hall.

When Agon entered, purple strobe lights laced the ceiling as long white drapery fell from it, multiple tables set up and across the room, athletes filling it as he stood. He grabbed a glass of white wine and held it in his hand. He was on his own.

"You don't belong here," A smooth voice said behind him. "Agon."
Agon whipped around. He faced the trash who had spoken, telling him that. His eyes met a black man, around 5'8 wearing a cheetah fur coat and lots of gold, golden rings lacing his fingers. Morgan smirked. He wore golden rimmed glasses shaped with purple lenses.

"Come with me." He told him, walking forward, gaze bright, mouth opened into a wide cackled smile of his golden teeth, jacket flapping behind him. "You don't belong here with these common people. Agon."

Agon followed him. Morgan led him into a private showcase room that showcased many woman stripping, sliding down poles, a private room only meant for few people. They were alone. Agon shut the drapery behind him so trashes could mind their business, looking up at Morgan seat himself across a table, behind it, grinning to Agon.

"Sit." he told him. "Agon."
Agon listened. He sat beside him. Agon watched him take out a cigar and smoke it. Morgan's gaze locked with his. His afro seemed large, today.

"Better?" He asked him. "Agon?"

Agon didn't mention that being around so many trashes bothered him. He didn't like being around people. He liked being an individual. Being around too many trashes skewed with his mood. Agon liked being alone.

He was isolated.

Morgan remembered. When he was little. A little boy. 12. Gold laced the columns before them from the ceiling as him and Agon sat. He watched the strippers.

"You're probably not wondering why you're here," Morgan said to him suddenly, "As you already know why you are. I want to recruit you."
"Recruit me?" Agon smirked. "For a team? I'm not opposed… Kukuku, as long as I get something out of it."
"You will." Morgan promised. "Anything you want. Money. Chicks. Bitches. Whatever you'll want I'll give it to you, as long as you'll play for me. I'm making a new team for the College Team. I want you in it."
"...Who'll be playing?" Agon asked.

"Natural geniuses, Gods of our game." Morgan paused. His voice was still. "We're gods of our game, Agon. Me and You. Superior than the rest. Gods. Men that skywalk above their own kind. They never got us. Me and you."

Agon looked forward.

Morgan looked at him. "Look at me, boy." He told him. Agon shifted his gaze. His eyes widened, seeing Morgan flick his shades down, revealing the eyes behind the lenses. They were blue, shifting into many shades of it, Like Agon's own. "Bet you they didn't tell you I suffered from Photophobia, either." He cackled. "ADHD, too." He flicked his gaze upward, glasses upon his face, turning away. "You ain't fooling nobody. Agon."
Agon smirked.

"Your problems are gifts." Morgan told him. "My mom ain't ever understand me. Thought I was crazy. Thought I was stupid. My Grandpappy was the only man that ever got me."

There was vengeance in Morgan's tone.

Morgan remembered his grandpa's cries as he worked under the white man.

Morgan remembered when he was twelve, in front of his mommy's porch, sand dusting at his feet because the ground so dry. Dirt warm. His grandpa rode a wagon on towards another city. On that day, Morgan's Granpappy was leaving him. He was going to another city to work underneath a white man, moving from the country with a bunch of his brothers and sisters. His grandfather held something in his hand.

"Keep that for me, Morgan!" He tossed it to him as the horses rode away, taking his Grandfather. Morgan stood, hair nappy. He caught the object. "It's for you. Keep that for me when I come back, now!"

Morgan's hand fell.

The golden tooth dropped.

His grandfather never came back.

"Hard work and determination are useless in front of the face of true talent." Morgan spat. He poured Agon some whisky in a small glass, sliding it to him. Agon drunk from it. "We are the same but different in the eyes of God. We're Natural Geniuses, Agon. Common people won't get it. Imagine a team full of 'em. You'll finally feel at home. Feel where you belong."
Agon went silent.

Here, he was having a conversation with a man that understood him. A man that got what it was like to be Agon, because he was the same.

"You'll get what you want, sole long as you join me." Morgan promised to Agon, heartedly. He drunk from the beer he held in his hand. "Come on, boy. You know it's true. Within yourself. Think about it." He switched the subject. "Lil' Wayne, Nicki Minaj, Beyonce, Shaquille O'Neal, Michael Jordan, Gods of their Time. They were different. Everyone fell at their feet in front of the face of true talent. They couldn't compare. You're one of them. Agon. A God of your Time."

Morgan remembered having his teeth plated with gold. Morgan remembered how he lived, breathed, and ate prosperity. He thirsted for it.

It came to him naturally.

Agon was surrounded by it. There was no wall in front of Agon. The wall he faced was only himself, and he felt within himself with no regret. Agon sat. He sat and thought.

About him.

"You'll join in your third-year of college." Morgan continued telling him. "If you decide to join me. I'll let you run out your dream. Of the Rice Bowl. With Hiruma. Win it. And come back to me. Be on a team that can cherish your talents, not just want it. Is that all you want to be? A card? To Hiruma's plan? The Devil's Scheme?"

"...If I join you," Agon thought aloud, for the first time, startling Morgan. "And those trashes, I can get anything… I want? Even money?"
"I rooted for you in the World Cup." Morgan noted, "I gave you more footballs than anybody. I saw your godly talent. Your football count almost filled the rim. You join me, you'll get anything. You strived to be happy. Hiruma won't be the only one making you happy."
Agon's lip thinned. He sat against the couch, chest open, tuxedo unbuttoned, leaning against it, head tilted towards the ceiling. He thought. And thought. And thought.

"No." he said aloud, at once. "I'm not joining you. I already have what I want. I'm not leaving Hiruma. His talent and leader as a Quarterback is something you trash can't find anywhere. A trash team will always be trash, no matter what, without me on it. You never told me who you recruited, which would be nobody, and Panther won the MVP at the tournament… I have what I want. Hiruma."

Morgan smirked. "At least you know, Agon." He stood. He led Agon out. Agon realized he had been speaking to Morgan for a long time. About 2 hours. It was almost time for him to go home and sleep. He was tired.

"At least you know what you want."

Morgan had said those words to Agon as he left the room, returning to his usual banquet hall. The dinner wasn't over yet.

"Some fellows don't know what they want."
Agon got approached by many athletes. They asked him about himself, congratulating with Hiruma, and how he had sex with dudes. Agon tore from them, walking away. He didn't like trashes touching him without his permission, especially with a snake intent. Agon walked out the dining room and down the hallway.

He met a demon.

His eyes locked with Hiruma's.

"About time." Hiruma smirked. His eyes glittered blue. "C'mon. I have something to show you, My Agonne."
Hiruma loosed his arm around Agon's neck. He led him down a dark hallway that glittered with many porcelain statues of players granted into the Hall of Fame. Hiruma showed him and pointed to many athletes recognized, plated in gold, kissing his cheek.

They met a tall statue that stood of an American football player.

"I wanna be that." Hiruma pointed to it. "That's going to be me, one day."

Agon could tell Hiruma was drunk. He was a lil' tipsy, as his breath slurred, and movements slowed. Agon didn't mind. Hiruma had had something to drink.

"As long as you can keep up," Agon smirked, facing him. He hugged his waist, pulling it towards him, holding Hiruma. "Trash."

He kissed Hiruma.

Hiruma kissed him back.

"Fuck me." He said in his ear, whispering, grasping his lover's cheeks with both hands, almost crying out in a harsh moan, hopping on Agon's waist as he picked him up. The pair found a bathroom and closed the door behind them, shutting it.

Hiruma locked it from behind.

Agon fell asleep when they got home. They returned around 9, leaving early, as Agon wasn't a party person, and hated staying out late, falling asleep as soon as his body crashed against the bedsheets. Hiruma undressed his body, lying against the corner of the bed as he did, stripping Agon's coat from him. Hiruma throught.

"Morgan talked to me." Agon mumbled, awake, to Hiruma, suddenly. Hiruma listened. "About some sort of team. Making a Superhuman team for the College League."
"That just means we'll have to watch out," Hiruma glittered, smirking. "Keep your eyes out in the open."
Agon's eyes were already closed.

Agon fucked him during midnight.

Hiruma screamed. He shouted. He clawed at Agon, moaning, screaming against him as he fucked him hard, and good, and all of those things—

Cerberus barked.

Hiruma and Agon looked at him in his sleep. They began to laugh against each other as they realized Cerberus had barked at them in his sleep for the duo for being too noisy.

This was going to be fun.

Hiruma took Agon to a clothing Factory around 9 in the morning to show him the uniforms he had being made.

He pointed to a pair of all black ones, outlined in a bright poppy red color with the seams. "I like these ones," Hiruma told him. "Fucking Dread."
Hiruma touched his shoulder. Agon looked at the jerseys Hiruma had lined out for him, near production, for their team. Saikyoudai Wizards's main colors were Black and Red. Hiruma's favorite.

"They're my Favorite Colors." Hiruma noted to Agon, telling him. "My Fucking Dread."

He smiled. The uniforms were nice. Hiruma continued to stroke Agon's shoulders, talking to him about how he had planned to have them worn by the time they were playing in the Rice Bowl, during the Semi-Finals match.

"Watch this," Hiruma said, raising his hand. He raised an index finger, pointing it towards the sky in a lazed manner. The lights cut off. Hiruma kissed his lips before showing him what laid before his eyes. "Look."
Agon looked at the uniforms. Hiruma's hand sprawled across his. The poppy red glew in a bright neon, lighting up their names. Hiruma's remained next to his.

1 & 2.

Their numbers.

Hiruma packed those for shipping for their private flight to Japan, as their game was at 10 pm, and they needed to leave. Agon had always looked nice in the uniforms Hiruma picked out for him. This was their first actual time seeing the uniforms be made in print together, as Hiruma was the only one behind the creative process, a creative genius, designing the uniforms for himself.

Hiruma gripped Agon's shoulders as he fucked him on the flight.

When they arrived in Japan, they rode straight to their game, getting dressed. Cerberus rode with them. Hiruma watched Agon getting dressed. His lover wore all red, high-cut cleates, putting them on, matching his black and red outlining gloves and new jersey. Hiruma got dressed, too, in the seat of the car, pulling his jersey over his head. He put on his specialized mouthguard he had made for him in America, one that had finally fit his teeth. He sighed. His was black.

Agon's was red.

They arrived at Enoshima Football Stadium just in time, clock at 9:55. It was nighttime. The area was crowded. The fans had come in rounds of support.

"Saik-you-dai Wizards!" The crowd had chanted, seeing Agon and Hiruma walk across the field, stalking towards their teammates, distributing new gear and uniforms. They smirked and laughed, changing into their new pieces, greeting them. This game was going to be crazy. It was a death match.

A bloodbath.

A complete Massacre.

"Whoa! Agon got piercings?!" Ikkyu was the first one to notice, as Agon stuck his tongue out for the team to see, flashing his silver barbell, grinning. He hugged Hiruma's waist. Hiruma clung to him.

"Yosh!" Hiruma yelled aloud, five minutes before the team disbanded, separating from Agon. "We have five minutes to study these key plays. Beat it into the back of your skulls, Fucking Lackeys!"

He pulled out a binder, whipping out a play table from nowhere, digging it out from his sports bag, laying it out on the surface of it, grinning. Taka and Akaba sat, staring at it with wide eyes. These plays were risky. They had never practiced these plays out or played them during practice.

Tonight was their first night.

And only chance.

Hiruma saw the gleam in the geniuses eyes as they studied it, smirking aloud to themselves, laughing in easy breaths. They could handle it, they told themselves, because they were geniuses. They would accept no fail. Neither would Agon. This was also new information that Hiruma purposefully withheld until the Semi-Finals when they played against either team.

Kid and Tetsuma hadn't shown up because they were training.

Hiruma knew this. They were keeping secrets. The first moments of the game would be spent with Agon and him studying movements only they could get and understand, as Agon had a wide-range of vision, and Hiruma's was keen.

He cackled.

He turned to face Agon next to him, as the whistle had been blown for the game to start. The team followed him in tow. Hiruma looked at his playbook, then told the Fucking Manager to keep it open, as their team needed to understand the weight of this game. He stared ahead at Agon walking forward, teammates crowding behind him beside the sidelines as the cameras set and a man spun among it, videotaping the game. Agon caught his eye. The man held a tissue in his hand. He coughed up blood.

Hiruma felt something wrong within his chest. He turned his head, attention swaying away from Mamori as he whipped his neck around 180 degrees, facing Agon's direction, searching the sidelines for his lover. He found him.

Agon's body was found slumped against the ground, limp, eyes rolled into the backs of his head, saliva dripping from his teeth as his arms laid sprawled out in front of him, dead.

Hiruma screamed.