Agon had sex with Hiruma on the fourth day.
He took him home. He fucked his body in bed, when morning came, twisting him over, flat on his ass, fucking him. Hiruma didn't mind. He cried. He bit into the pillows. Agonne always fucked him when he got like this. Hiruma let him have his body.
He let him do whatever he wanted.
"Agonne...!" Hiruma cried out, tears blotting his eyes, throwing his head back, on his back, now, as Agon was over him, thrusting him deep. "Uhhhh…! Yes…!"
He began to cry, almost sobbing, as Agon was within him. He made love to him. He whimpered. Agon continued on him, fucking deep into his body, lurching back and forth against the bedsheets, souls seeming to touch. He grabbed his shoulders. Hiruma cried out.
He came.
This was the 3rd time Agonne had sex with him, and this was only counting this morning, as it was approaching 10 am. Hiruma rested on his back, huffing, breathing hard, looking at the clock. 9:55 am. Damn. He cursed in his head. He looked back at Agonne.
"My Agonne," Hiruma said, noticing him fall asleep upon him, combing his hair back. "Kekeke… Time to wake up."
He looked at Agonne and frowned. Agonne was sleeping. Already. He let Hiruma comb his hair. He hadn't spoken a word that day. It was only Hiruma.
As always.
"Come on, Agonne." Hiruma lounged him off of him, chucking his legs over the side of the bed, after resting for a couple moments. He got up, naked. He stood, proud. "Let's go take a shower."
Agonne looked up at him. His eyes were bored. Aquamarine. He followed Hiruma with his eyes. Hiruma turned to face him and held his hand out towards his lover. Agonne reached out towards his hand and grabbed it.
Hiruma tugged him towards the bath.
They took a bath together and soaked in the water. Agon let Hiruma wash his hair while Hiruma talked aloud to himself about game plans and the like. "Kekeke…" he laughed. "Won't be long before we return to practice, right, Agonne?" Agonne listened, like always, but didn't respond. Hiruma laughed as his lover poked a passing rubber duck in the bath while Hiruma washed his hair, caring.
"Yeah, I don't like that fucker either," Hiruma said to him, noticing. "Fucker needs to grow the fuck up and get his own place, already. Who stays a fucking duckling forever?"
He scrubbed deep in Agon's scalp, working his fingers through it. Hiruma allowed Agon to lean his head back, pressing deep into the crest of Hiruma's chest as he washed his hair, letting him. Agon didn't smile. His lips thinned, blantly, looking at the wall. He'd been like this all day.
He'd been this way all week, Hiruma said to himself, looking at Agon. Agon suffered numerous mental breakdowns while at the hospital, and hadn't had any since he came home, staying with Hiruma. The only thing he missed was… his brain. Agon wasn't speaking. He wasn't talking. His mind wasn't there. He'd be lying to himself if he said Agonne was okay.
Agonne wasn't okay.
Hiruma's eyes watered, looking at Agon, a blank gaze he could no longer humor looking at the wall. Agonne didn't look at him. His eyes were somewhere else.
Blank.
Hiruma had been through this before, he told himself, with Agon's PTSD. Agon was open to him now, which meant he allowed Hiruma to see him in vulnerable, intimate, states. The breakdowns, ones Agon had hidden for so long, he felt comfortable enough to let his lover, Hiruma, see him in. To see him in so he'd know—
Agon'd be okay.
Agon needed some time, but… he sighed. He'd be okay. He didn't really feel like talking to the trash, Hiruma, right now. He was silent. He didn't really think. He was only horny, and felt the need to fuck, but anything beyond that was useless, as Agon felt… somewhere away. Agon wondered if he were to tell Hiruma, would that trash understand, as the trash was now washing his hair, keeping an… eye out on him. Agon wasn't stupid.
"Trash." He spoke up, suddenly. Hiruma stilled. "Can you… turn of the… light?"
Hiruma blinked. He tore from Agon and flipped the switch in the bathroom off, opening the door some to allow light from outside in, so they wouldn't be sitting in total darkness. Agon's eyes turned the shade of the room. Gray. They reflected them, his irises. He looked.
Hiruma joined him, again, in the bath, stepping inside. He sat behind Agon and continued to work over his scalp, stroking him. Agon leaned his head back into Hiruma, eyebrows furrowing, slouching against his lover, the demon. Agon debated. Feeling whether or not he should tell Hiruma… where he was.
"I… feel alone." Agon spoke up, loud and clear. His voice was soft. "I'm… going to tell you... I'm somewhere else, now… so anything you try or do to me… won't have any effect. I'm… sorry." Hiruma teared up. Agon did, too. Tears prickled at the edge of his cheeks. "I… don't feel near my body, right now… so… I'm going to go, somewhere, far away, a place you can't follow me. I'm… sorry, Hiruma."
"Go, Agon." Hiruma's lip quivered, telling him. Agon slipped out of consciousness. His eyes faded. Hiruma understood. Agon felt open enough to tell him how he honestly felt, a vulnerable, intimate, side of him. He grabbed Hiruma's hand and began to stroke his dick, leaning his head back against him again, moaning. Hiruma looked in shock as his lover masturbated with him, using his hand to stroke against his flesh. Hiruma cried.
He let out a still moan, feeling Agon's edges, how turned on he got by his lover touching him, rubbing his thumbs across Agon's flaps, hearing him groan, clenching his teeth. His hand was over Hiruma's.
Agon's hand was big. His square palms boxed Hiruma's in as he clenched his hold on his dick, rubbing him. Agon let go. His palm hovered over Hiruma's as Hiruma stroked up and down, seeing his lover begin to grow hot, excitement filling him, precum coming out of the tip. Hiruma stroked harder, rougher, figuring the ways Agon wanted it, nails catching the tip of his cockhead, lip falling, groaning into Agon's ear. Hiruma remembered the ways Agon fucked him. He grunted. He remebered how Agon fuked him viscious.
Agon groaned. His lover's palm stroked his dick, clenching tight, gripping hard, giving it to him the way he wanted, without speaking words. Agon bit his lip.
"You like that….?" Hiruma asked him, breath hitching, gaze galling. "Agonne?"
Agonne nodded his head, liking the ways it made him feel. How Hiruma made him feel. Damn, this fucking trash was going to be the ruin of him…!
Hiruma moaned against him, resting his chin on Agon's strong shoulder, closing his eyes, giving harsh strokes to Agon's dick, rough. Agon's head was felt against Hiruma's chest. He was still there. He felt Hiruma stroke his body, as this was his first time… experiencing something close to this extent…!
Agon flipped Hiruma over. He turned the trash over on his back and came over him, stroking his hole deep as he spread his legs for him, leaning his head against the tub's curve, feeling Hiruma and fucking him deep from the side, carrying his body up against his. Hiruma reached up and grabbed the curve of the bath beside him as Agon fucked his body, grunting against him. Hiruma felt Agon move in him, deep, hard, rough, just malignant, giving no mercy to his cries of more, claws scraping him.
Agon was Malefic.
Hiruma's eyes rolled into the back of his head. Agon fucked him. His hands came over Hiruma's thighs. Agon was inside him, Hiruma realized, gaze blank. The water clapped. Hiruma huffed, breath falling hard on Agon, as he wasn't there any more, body only remained.
Agon was horny.
Hiruma realized this early on, as Agon was a sexual being. He lived, breathed, and ate sex. It was what he needed. It was what he had left.
Agon came within him and licked Hiruma's thighs, the hole between, all of it, deep. Hiruma sighed. He held his head between his legs as the water drained, Hiruma unplugging the plug with his toe, barely being able to reach down as Agon grabbed ahold of him, taking control.
Cum was shared between Hiruma and him. Some was on Agonne's face. Some was on Hiruma's stomach. It was from the both of them, as both of them had came at simultaneous moments, Agon within his body, and Hiruma inside of Agonne's mouth as he moved towards his dick, sucking him off.
"Agonne…" He tried to say, pleading, tired, as Agonne dragged back and forth, lips swelling over his cockhead. He looked up at Hiruma. His eyes flicked green, seeming to shift colors to Aquamarine. He listened to Hiruma. Hiruma sighed, lip thinning, making an executive decision as Agon was horny. His eyes looked up at Hiruma for an order. Hiruma gave it to him, sighing, biting his lip, closing his eyes.
"Fuck me…" He ordered him, "Deep, hard, rough… Fuck my body. As rough as you can. Do it, now. My Agonne. I won't complain."
Agonne listened. Hiruma near almost blacked out when he did.
After the sex, Hiruma told Agonne to grab him a towel, before he went to bed. Agonne fetched a linen towel from the pantry closet and handed it to Hiruma as he wearily tried to stand up from the bath, falling into Agon after his attempt of walking. Hiruma knew that Agon had about two hours before he felt horny and decided to fuck him again, and would use those to sleep. Hiruma looked up. Agon had caught him.
Agon didn't look in his eyes. He only flipped Hiruma up into his arms, carrying him, walking out of the bathroom, tossing him over on the bed, coming over him. Hiruma's towel fell from his waist. Agon boxed him in, dreads falling from his face, dangling over him, spreading his legs. Hiruma looked up at his lover eyeing him.
"What are you going to do to me, My Agonne…?" Hiruma asked him, drawing out; Agon's prowess raked over him. "Fuck me tight? Make me scream your name? Make me wet all over, again—"
Agonne kissed his mouth.
He led his tongue into Hiruma's, kissing him. Hiruma stood, still. Agon's grip tightened on his wrist, holding him down. He still wanted to go. He lifted Hiruma some, erected dick coming between his thighs, humping his body. Hiruma sighed.
"Uhh… Agonne…" he implored. Agonne continued to hump him. "Agonne…!"
He didn't stop. He broke away from Hiruma's lips and began to groan.
"Agonne…!" Hiruma pleaded. "Agonne….!"
Hiruma placed his hands on Agonne's chest.
"Please, Agonne...!" He begged, shouting. Agon teased his hole. Hiruma leaned his head back and screamed. "My Agonne…!"
Agonne fucked him deep. "My Agonne…!" Hiruma hollered, loud, repeatedly. "Oh, My Agonne…!" He begged. Don't….! Yes…! Fuck Me there…! Yes, fuck me right there…! Yes…!"
This was more for Agonne to relieve himself, in Hiruma. He teased the sides of his hole, stimulating him. Hiruma husked. He breathed, Agonne tilting his body upward to get a better angle, going into Hiruma deeper, thrusting inside him. Hiruma moaned. He cried. He screamed. He shouted. Just how far...! He gulped, swallowing air, his body reeling the bedsheets, Agon racking his insides full of cum, enticing him, as he could feel the warmth in his body. Just how far will his genius go…!
He came.
He slumped against Hiruma, slow, leaning his head upon his body, resting it on his shoulder. He slowly tilted Hiruma down, back where he was, as Hiruma regained himself, and… Agonne fell… asleep. His eyes shut. He snored after two seconds. Hiruma smirked. Agonne wouldn't be waking up for another three hours, as he had knocked himself out. He was fulfilled. Hiruma laid in bed for two minutes, letting Agonne's sleeping body be felt against him, before he said something, to his lover, Agonne.
"I feel so full," Hiruma confessed, hand over his stomach, smiling. "When I'm with you."
Agon exhaled. He slept softly, without a beat, dreads wet. Hiruma let himself be with Agonne for a couple moments before he pushed Agonne off of him and cleaned himself up, drying himself off. He put on a large gray sweater that said GIANT in red letters across it and burgundy Women's Nike Roshe 1's, flipping them over his feet, tightening the laces, checking the heels, making sure they were tight and ready to go, fitting right.
They were.
He looked at Agon. He wore a red beanie over his head. His Agonne was still asleep. Hiruma needed to go out and run some errands, buy some fucking groceries, fill in the prescription drug order and pick it the fuck up. He smirked. His Agonne would be okay.
Hiruma left the home and shut the door behind him. Cerberus woke up on dog duty near the bed, noticing Hiruma was gone, taking a protective Gargoyle stance over his Agonne.
Hiruma smiled.
When Agon awoke, it was around 9:00 pm. He looked at the clock. He must've been there the entire day. He hadn't done that since Shinryuji, when his twin asked where Agon was to arrive for the practice he now never missed, and Ikkyu saying he was probably having sex with one girl he had just met at the mall the other day, when really, Agon was locked inside of his dorm room and slept the entire day.
"If you don't wake up," He remembered Unsui telling him, in the morning. "Then you're going to be late for school, Agon. Classes start at 9, remember?"
Unsui finished dressing himself, changing out of his nightclothes into a more suited look, his Shinryuji Naga Uniform, as Unsui was cautious and prestigious. Agon grunted.
"Fine by me." Agon said, putting his hand on the alarm. He pressed snooze.
He slept in.
Agonne felt the pull in his lower abdomen. He felt like he had fucked an entire cheerleading squad. He smirked. He had, once. The entire squad for another school, and had an orgy with four of the women in another private hotel, bringing them back. He searched for Hiruma, noticing he wasn't there.
He heard keys at the doorstep. Agonne awoke fully, tearing the sheets off of him, Cerberus falling back asleep once noticing he was awake, and rushed to the door. He opened it. Hiruma held two large paper brown bags at the doorstep, smirking, holding groceries.
"Hello, my Agonne." Hiruma greeted him, grinning. "Care to help me with these Fucking Bags?"
Cerberus sniffed Hiruma's legs as his owner held bags of food. Hiruma tore out a slab of meat from them and tossed it to his demon dog. Cerberus ate it and backed away. Agonne helped him with the groceries, pulling them inside.
Hiruma shut the door behind him.
He set them on the counter. He had been out the entire day, and only went to practice and man over it, making sure Mamori was doing her job and setting up practice matches before he came home, late at night, now around nine.
"You weren't too lonely, I hope," Hiruma asked. "Without me, My Agonne?"
Agonne shook his head.
"That's good," Hiruma laughed. "Now, who's ready for lasagna?"
He placed his hands on his hips. This would be his first time, cooking Lasagna, for him and his Agonne. He set out the ingredients. He looked at the back of the noodle box. He stared at the stove before him. Agonne started.
"Alright, it says preheat the oven to a fucking 350 degrees—Ya-Ha!" Hiruma shouted, flipping the switch in front of him, turning on the oven. "You want to help me, My Agonne? This meal is for you, after all."
Agonne nodded. Hiruma gave him orders to grab certain items and objects while Agonne yawned, working over the pots and pans, taking shit out lightning fast, working over it, Godspeed Impulse getting the idea. Hiruma looked over the cabinet.
Huh… So the Godspeed Impulse can do things like this, huh? He asked himself, seeing Agon get to work, subconsciously understanding how the meal went, breezing over the directions. He yawned again. He was still tired. Hiruma looked up.
"Ya—ha! Meal started!" He pointed his finger into the sky, leaning back. Agonne looked in his direction. Hiruma cracked a can open with his teeth and poured tomato sauce into the flat-bed pan, heating up on the stove, turning the notch to 8, pouring the sauce in. Agonne watched him. He did the same thing with his pan, as Hiruma was making two types. Meat and Meatless.
Yum.
Agonne's stomach growled. He paid no attention. He watched Hiruma crack the noodles in half, tightening his palms, breaking them. "Take that fuckers!" Hiruma told them, cackling into the pot himself, seeing the noodles become soft, entering the boiling water. "Kekeke!"
He giggled to himself, holding his stomach, eyes blue. Agonne looked at him. He leant down and licked between Hiruma's thighs, moving his sweater out of the way, as his legs were bare. Hiruma stilled. He looked at Agon below him. Agon moved away.
He continued helping Hiruma cook dinner, placing the soaked noodles in the aluminum pan, acting as if his action never happened, yawning. He yawned.
Hiruma dripped cum.
He looked down at himself, seeing it soak down his thigh, lightly. He was turned on. By Agonne. He looked up to see if Agonne would notice his light bulge beneath his fabric. Agonne didn't. He was fixated on the meal, hyperfocus keening in. Hiruma wiped the cum from his thigh quickly, before Agonne could notice.
Agonne licked it from his fingers.
Hiruma looked as his lover came against him, sudden, light, holding his hand. His silver barbell piercing was felt against his finger, licking him. Hiruma almost moaned.
"Agonne…" He groaned out. He winced. Agonne positioned himself against Hiruma. He held Hiruma's thigh over one of his arms, his leg angled deep over his shoulder, Hiruma leaning back against the counter as Agon came between his thighs and kissed him.
"No…" Hiruma tried to say, grunting out, moving Agonne away, trying. "Not… near the food…! Agonne!"
Agonne didn't listen. He wouldn't. He gave Hiruma oral, licking his hole, prepping his leg higher as he knelt down, kissing Hiruma there, his lover still standing on one leg for balance. Agon's eyes shifted many colors. He tongued the shaft of Hiruma's dick, causing him to shiver.
"Agonne!" Hiruma pleaded. Agonne began to suck, Hiruma spreading his legs, moaning. Agon gripped his thighs, coming up some, deepthroating him, tongue caressing deep, flicking over Hiruma's edges…!
Hiruma came quickly. He breathed heavily, head back, slicked with sweat beading his head. He looked at the time. 9:04. He could tell from the stove's timer, slightly behind him. He looked around. Nothing had gotten on the food, Hiruma recognized, he looked at Agonne. It was all in his lover. Something felt warm within Hiruma.
Hiruma and Agonne ate dinner and slept the rest of the night, turning in at 10, as Hiruma had told Agonne he could sleep after eating something, at least, as he hadn't eaten all day. Only him. Hiruma and Agonne ate around the same amount, plates stacked, going for thirds. Agon went for fourths, then another fifth before turning in. Hiruma finished his third plate and washed the dishes, feeding Cerberus the scraps.
He cackled.
Agon woke in the morning and Hiruma was gone. He remembered in the midst of his sleep, the night before when they slept Hiruma told him he had been invited to play 3 practice matches with Clifford-san, and would need to leave for America by tomorrow. Agon would have to be with Unsui for the day, tomorrow.
"I've spoken to him already about it," Hiruma said to him, sighing. "You'll have to pack your bags for morning, my Agonne."
Agonne grunted.
Hiruma snorted. "I've already spoken to your father about it, too. You'll have to pack your bags in the morning, likewise. I'll come back by Saturday."
Agonne stroked his dick.
Hiruma laughed. "Kekeke… You can't come with me. You know that, my Agonne." Hiruma stroked Agon's hand he held against his chest, as they were sleeping on their sides, underneath the blankets. Tokyo city blared to life from their penthouse windows. "You'll spend the day with Unsui, and I'll come back by Saturday, got it? Kekeke."
Agonne fell asleep.
Hiruma cackled. Agon's hand fell from his waist. He slept. Hiruma let him. Hiruma nestled his body against his.
Morning came.
Agon packed his bags and left for Kansai, yawning. Hiruma was already gone by then. He left a note piece on the counter that explained his plane and time limit, and on the back… directions for Unsui in dealing with Agon. Agon crushed it. He didn't need it.
Agon groaned. He slipped his jacket over his shoulders. It was a red and white Moschino Jacket sent in for him when Hiruma and him got back from the hospital, multiple cards wishing him well, along with white lounge pants and tan flip flops. Agon wore this with his golden chain. He wished he could've kissed Hiruma goodbye, but, knowing Hiruma—
Hiruma already did.
Agon got on a train and left, riding it back by himself to Kansai from Kanagawa, snoring, falling asleep. Hiruma had got him a station ticket, and Agon rode the train for four hours, leaning his head back, thinking of Hiruma. When he got dropped off, he yawned, shuffling his sports bag over his shoulders.
"Hey, is that—" Sakuraba tried to say as Agon passed him and Takami walking down a street together.
"Agon—?" Takami questioned, raising an eyebrow.
It was Agon. It was Agon and Agon didn't care. He covered his mouth and yawned, walking past the two. He was focused on finding Unsui's and his Dad's house, as he returned, strolling down familiar streets and passageways, taking a short cut. He knocked on the door.
"Agon…!" Unsui said, eyes wide, aloof as his younger brother walked in, shuffling past him, dead. His goal was reached. Agon looked around. Ahh? He thought. Seems familiar.
"You want anything to eat?" Unsui asked him, caring. He shut the door behind him. "We made some lunch."
Agon thought. Well, he could go for a Teriyaki Rice Bowl. He laughed. Kukuku… Dumb trashes, making him his own damn food.
Agon turned.
"How… are you?" Unsui asked his brother, eyes furrowing. Agon contemplated. He could see in his brother's eyes that he was struggling with coping with Agon. His father came out from the end of the hallway, on a cane, wearing a green yukata, hunching over. He was sixty.
"Why, hello, Agon-chan." He smiled, gleaming, eyes faded into a lime green. He looked him over. His hand was placed behind his back. "It's been a while. Why, have I ever told you how proud I am of you?"
"Old man." Agon greeted, looking behind his shoulder, seeing him. His father greeted him. He waved his hand aimlessly into the air. He wore white socks.
"You can get some rest," he told him, sweetly. "That train ride was a long ride, you know." He laughed under his breath. "Kikiki…"
"Yeah, even though he probably slept the whole way." Unsui muttered to himself. Agon whipped around and played with his brother's head, rubbing his scalp hard with his fingers, grinding him. "Anyways, I fixed up our old rooms we used to sleep in," Agon stopped playing with his head. Ah? "You can either sleep in my room or in the spare guest's room. Which it'll be, Agon?"
Agon stopped. Hiruma and him usually slept in the spare guest's room, and Agon usually had sex in either or, ducking his head in both, Hiruma following in suite, depending on how horny Agon was, but, Agon didn't have Hiruma. He decided where to sleep.
"I'll sleep in our old bedroom." Agon grinned. "Unko-chan."
Unsui couldn't shake from the dubious aurora he felt from Agon since they'd been born. Agon had something up his sleeve. Unsui followed him.
"Agon, don't just barge in..." Unsui let him know, nearing the bedroom as Agon rushed inside, swinging the door open. He dug through Unsui's side of the room, grinning to himself.
"Where's your porn?" He asked him, digging through his piles of clothing, smirking. "I know a good noodle like you has to have at least one thing in here…!"
He found a magazine.
"Agon…" Unsui leaned his head against the wall. "Look if you want, but you're not going to find any—"
"Oh? So you're admitting you have some?" Agon raised his head. He laughed to Unsui. "Kukuku… I knew you had it in you, Unko-chan." He looked at the Magazine in front of him. It was nothing but Football Monthly. He scanned it over. "Banged a girl yet? Eat some pussy? Tore that ass up—"
"Agon!" Unsui yelled at him, blushing. He lifted his head from the wall. He rushed over to his twin brother and snatched the magazine from him. "Geez! Stop it, would you? We haven't seen each other in a little over a year and that's what's running through your mind?"
"Yeah, I'm horny." Agon admitted, standing up. "Ku—! Loosen up, Unko-chan, yo. You're going to become bald the more you play abstinent nun, bro." He folded his arms behind his back. His tone grew… serious. "I'll… be sleeping in the other room, tonight."
Unsui looked up at his brother. He had grown serious. Agon's voice dropped from the singy-songy hum he usually spoke to Unsui with.
"Alright…" Unsui nodded. "Just... call me if you need anything."
Agon left the room, grabbing his sports bag, and entered the other spare guest room to his right, shutting the door behind him, locking it. It had always been this way, with Agon, for Unsui. Agon, a complete mystery. Even though he lived with his brother all his life, and they were physically the same, he found it hard to understand him. Unsui had gone to therapy while in college to get over the guilt, shame, and disappointment he felt about himself not being able to live up to Agon's standards. He had to understand that he was his own person, not Agon's twin. That he couldn't live comparing himself to his brother for so long.
After all, they were different.
Agon flopped on the bed and fell asleep. He didn't tell Unsui he had chosen another room because he didn't want his brother seeing him inside such a state he could never recover from and catch him out of. He didn't… want to have his brother see him break down. Agon didn't speak another word that night.
Hiruma sexted him the entire morning.
Agon was horny all day.
Hiruma sexted Agon around nine, as that was the time zone Agon usually woke up around, and was the most horniest. Agon woke up and saw a message display across his phone screen. He rolled over and checked it, sliding over the lock.
It was a sext from Hiruma.
Really, Agon started it. He wore blue adidas sweatpants, taking a shower early morning, then falling back asleep again, to get his mind right, when he thought of Hiruma blantly; Agon usually sent sexts to Hiruma. They usually consisted of Agon snapchatting his boner or taking a picture of his erection beneath the fabric, sending it to Hiruma while he was away. Hiruma never responded, which was fine by Agon, but, this time—
He actually did.
Agon's eyes widened. "What the hell?" He flipped his glasses above his head, turned on, seeing a cropped photograph of Hiruma on his back, grabbing himself. He was naked. Hiruma had sent it at 9:03.
It was 9:04.
Agon sat the fuck up and began typing emotions, all with hearts and tongues out, droplet symbols, turned all the way on.
Hiruma didn't respond.
Agon threw his phone to the side of him, pissed. He rolled back over in his bed and began to sleep, knowing better. He stroked himself lightly above the fabric of his pants, thinking of Hiruma blantly.
His phone buzzed.
He looked. This time, it was a video. Agon stroked himself as he watched. It was a clip. It played for six seconds, Hiruma on his back, touching himself, stroking his shaft, moaning. Agon groaned. He stroked himself, too. Hiruma was being so hot, right now…!
Agon caught himself moaning. He stopped. He couldn't be this horny from a six second short clip of Hiruma rubbing his body, as he was already, cursing. Shit… He mumbled in his head, leaning against the pillows. I'm so horny…!
He mumbled a coarse laughter to himself.
His phone buzzed.
Agon didn't look. He tossed it on his pillow as he chucked off his pants, standing up, biting his lip, coming back into bed, seeing it. It was a reply, on Messenger, from Hiruma.
Horny yet? Hiruma typed into the keypad.
"Very." Agon said, groping his dick, beginning to stroke it. "Kukuku."
He groaned, seeing Hiruma begin to reply. Ambidextry came in handy when you needed to jerk off and type at the same exact time, kukuku…!
Hiruma responded.
You just sittin there with your dick out, Fucking Dread? Hiruma typed back, quick fire. He could hear the annoyance in Hiruma's tone, eased with laughter. Kekeke.
Agon flipped over on his back. He held his shaft with one hand and took a picture with the other, sending it to Hiruma.
Hiruma got it.
Agon bit his lip, tossing his phone to the side. He started caressing himself with pleasure, grinning to himself, imagining himself fucking Hiruma, how good he was going to fuck that sweet ass…!
Hiruma replied.
Agon didn't stop. He reached up and grabbed his phone near his pillow and took another look at his screen. He looked, seeing a video, a clip of Hiruma, around seven seconds. He watched his lover's fingers begin to tread within himself, groaning slightly, inserting one in his hole, leaning his head back steadily, before he inserted another one in and fingered himself. He continued the entire clip, letting out a moan towards the end before it cut off.
Agon was hot.
Fuck! He wanted to cry out, upping his pace, stroking himself harder, seeing Hiruma's video replay in Private chat again, groaning. His lover was fingering himself, right in that moment…!
He groaned to himself, stroking faster, seeing Hiruma masturbate. He almost couldn't believe it, with his own eyes if he didn't see it, kukuku! Hiruma was mastrubating, with himself. It was almost too hot for Agon to bare! He gasped.
Agon felt more precum escape his tip, rubbing deeper, stroking rougher, growing impatient, feeling the need to cum. He shut his eyes, leaning his head against his pillow. He dropped his phone, continuing to stroke himself, imagining fucking Hiruma from behind until he almost reached his climax, and with a groan—
His phone buzzed.
Agon looked. It was a clip, with Hiruma on all fours, with another guy behind him in the bed, his dick pressed into his ass, dreads long, Hiruma's lips parted. Agon studied the curves. That guy was him. He pressed play. Agon hammered Hiruma's ass from behind, intermediate, Hiruma groaning, naked. Agon realized Hiruma had taken this video in Jamaica when the two spent their time there together, early morning, as Hiruma had set up a camera on the desk, telling his lover not to worry about whether or not it was on, Agon too horny to care…!
He clenched his teeth, watching, pumping, Hiruma seeming to just read his mind as he let out a groan, feeling himself cum, euphoria filling him, moaning, until—
He came. He looked down at his hand, cursing, realizing this would be a pain in the ass to clean up, looking around him for tissues, anything. There wasn't. He cursed underneath his breath, grabbing his blankets with a free hand, and wiped himself off, cleaning himself. He looked around. He bit his lip, standing up, looking around for a pair of lounge pants he could wear while he walked down the hallway to the laundry room, now, definitely needing to wash his sheets. He eyed a pair of black Moschino lounge pants he had brought and put them on, grabbing his blankets in a tight ball and opening his door, meanwhile—
His phone buzzed.
He looked over at it across his mattress, seeing it was a message from Hiruma. Agon cursed. He grabbed the sheets, rushing out of the room and tossed them into the wash down the hallway, shutting the lid. He poured detergent and fabric softener into the machine and started the cycle, closing the lid, rushing to Unko-chan's room. He twisted the door open.
"Agon—!" Unsui shouted, startled, reading a book, headphones over his ears. He was underneath his bed sheets. Agon treaded over to him. "Don't just open the door when you want; knock!" He shut his book, sighing. "What do you need?"
"Where's your condoms?" He questioned, digging through his shit, tossing clothes left to right. He searched his side of the room for them, impulse.
"Under the left dresser," Unsui sighed, telling him. He sat up, looking at Agon near his bed. "There."
Agon pulled the dresser open. He searched. He found one pack of condoms. He pulled it out. The problem was, there was only one.
Agon looked up at him. "The hell is this?" Glasses slid down his face, looking at his brother. "Unko-chan?"
"I-It's been awhile," Unsui confessed, blushing. He sat up and faced Agon. His composure remained. "Look, if you really need some, we can just go to the Drugstore." He sighed. "I'll tell Dad where we're going and we can leave later, alright? Just make sure you eat breakfast and we can go, okay?"
Agon already left the room.
He smirked, entering his own. He grabbed the phone from his bed. He didn't look at the message Hiruma sent him. Instead, he placed it in his pocket for later, entering the kitchen. Unsui stood at his doorway, then followed Agon into the kitchen. Agon stood near the edge counter, checking his phone. Unsui began to pour himself some cereal.
"I was thinking we could go to the park," He said, talking really to himself as he poured milk into his bowl. Agon wasn't listening. "And maybe get some fresh air, since you haven't really been outside in a while, you know?"
He turned to Agon.
Agon wasn't listening. He was too busy stroking himself above the fabric of his thin lounge pants, staring at his phone screen, crouching, chin against the counter, head down, gasping. Unsui was horrified.
Agon was humping the counter.
"Agon!" Unsui shouted. "Restrain yourself, my god! I am trying to eat! What is making you this way?"
"I'm so horny…" Agon mumbled to himself, groaning. His gaze was on the phone screen. "Kukuku… You wouldn't get it, Unko-chan. They're making me this way..."
Unsui wondered if Agon was even all the way there. "What is making you this way?" Unsui asked him. Agon looked over his shoulder at his brother. He stood.
"This damn demon…" Agon released himself, standing. He stared down at this phone's screen. "Kukukuku… Ahhh, how long until you finish eating, Unko-chan?"
Unsui watched him. "I just started." He said, gaze blank. "You okay? Agon."
Agon looked down at his phone. He looked at the screen's message, as he had opened it before Unsui started on breakfast, fixing himself some. He smirked. Yeah, he answered in his head, combing his fingers through his hair. Just peachy.
Hiruma sent him a sext. His ass was tilted towards the camera, bending over. He wore a black corset lingerie underwear near his ass, laced with black fabric, strapped to stockings. A caption read Fuck me in the ass. Agon could hardly handle himself. Hiruma must've had a prop holding the camera up, as these positions couldn't be taken himself.
Agon wanted to lick him in the ass.
He laughed bitterly to himself. Unsui fixated on his cereal and ate it, asking Agon if he wanted anything to eat. Agon didn't answer. He only stalked around the kitchen, opening cabinets, groaning.
"C'mon, Unko-chan." Agon begged, hugging his stomach. He stood. "Let's go. Kukuku."
"Are you sure you don't want anything to eat?" Unsui asked him. "You didn't eat dinner last night."
"I'll get something while we're out," Agon told him. "Come on."
Agon walked back to his room and shut the door. Hiruma hadn't sent him another sext after that. Agon figured he was playing a practice match and had to leave. He smirked. That was fine with him, he told himself, digging through his luggage for something to wear. Hiruma helped him pack his bags in the morning, before he left, while he slept, but Hiruma didn't pack him any deodorant. He just kinda threw some clothes in there and left. He must've been rushing.
He looked for his black and gold moschino jacket. He pulled it out. He slipped it over his arms, zipping it up, putting on black flip flops from underneath his bed, and grabbed a golden chain, getting dressed. He walked out the room. Unsui waited on him.
He wore a green parka and some dark jeans with some sperrys. Agon snorted at him. Since when could Unko-chan afford those?
"What?" Unsui looked at him. A green beanie was over his head. It covered his baldness, which Agon couldn't blame, since it was cold outside. "Are you ready, Agon?"
Agon noticed Unsui's look. He always gave Agon a look with droopy eyes. Agon noted that he had the same, as he and Unsui were physically similar, but somehow…. They looked different on Unsui.
"Come on," He grunted noisily to his brother, bothered. He opened the door and left. Unsui explained to their father of their whereabouts. He asked him if he needed anything.
"Just some grape juice." He told him. "And some oranges."
"Yeah, I don't think they sell those at the drugstore." Unsui told him, laughing coarsely, rubbing his hand behind his head. "Do you need anything else?"
"Just a hug." His father told him. "Tell Agon I wished him well."
Unsui nodded. He hugged his father, blushing, before leaving. Agon and him hopped on a train and visited a nearby drug store. Agon asked for condoms at the front counter as soon as they entered the store. Unsui heard his brother ask for Trojan Magnum Ribbed Lubricated Condoms as he himself searched for grape juice, if there were any. The employee told Agon they were on the fourth aisle, and Agon dashed off, Godspeed Impulse reacting.
"Agon…" Unsui said, tired. "Using your Godspeed Impulse for this…"
Agon grabbed two boxes of the 12-pack condom series and paid for them at the counter. Unsui could barely catch up to Agon's needy impulses as he carried groceries to the counter; milk, pop tarts, grape juice, and…
"Vegetable Slushie?" Agon gave him a weird look, speaking up. Unsui laughed, paying for it. It was a How-to kit, like he was some sort of vegan.
"It's good!" Unsui told him. "You should really try some!"
Agon tsked, turning his head. He slid out a couple bills of yen from his pocket and handed them to the cashier, paying for Unsui's condoms, and handed him the box when they were done.
"You want a bag?" The cashier asked him, yawning.
"They're not that ugly." Agon said, snorting. Unsui asked for one, being generous. He carried the groceries. Agon didn't help him. He only walked outside and waited, carrying his and Unsui's condoms. They shared the same dick size.
Barely…. Unsui thought to himself, approaching Agon outside. He was only about 2cm smaller than Agon, and Agon held it over him each and every time they talked about it. He walked next to him as they searched for the nearest fast food place, Agon saying he wanted a Teriyaki Burger, quickly.
"I'm hungry." He bit out. He turned the corner, near an open bar of a street shop, going inside, asking for a burger. They fixed him one. Unsui asked for fries and Oyakodon. They were at a restaurant similar to Mcdonald's. Agon asked for a coke. Unsui asked for a sprite, and they ate outside in silence. Unsui seated himself across from Agon and blew on his food while Agon ate, hardly speaking to him.
Unsui looked at his brother. He saw Agon check his phone, typing something in quickly, before returning to his meal, eating it noisily, smacking on it. He tore the teriyaki from the burger.
Agon must've been hungry, Unsui figured, seeing his brother eat. He wondered if he had eaten in the last hours. He didn't seem too different from his Usual Agon that he knew, but… he knew something was wrong, for Hiruma to call him personally, talking to his dad, asking if Agon could stay with him while he was over in America, training.
He'd be back in a couple days, Unsui told himself, looking at his brother again. He checked the time. It was only 10:01. He sighed. He wondered if Agon was okay, as Agon couldn't stay alone by himself, and it made even the devil himself call his cellular device.
"Agon, are you…" Unsui fished out, looking in his eyes. "Okay?"
"Yeah," Agon ate a fry, imagining it was Hiruma's dick. He almost sucked on it. He threw it into the back of his mouth, eating it. "Just horny, that's all."
Agon checked his phone. He had sent a text to Hiruma earlier, saying, I'm eating. Hiruma responded. He checked the chat Messenger. He saw Hiruma's ass titled towards the camera, showing his hole. Hiruma bit his finger, still wearing his black lingerie, looking back at him.
Eat me. Hiruma said.
Agon almost lost it. He leaned his head on the table and laughed, cursing. Hiruma responded with a cackle, typing it in. Agon stroked himself underneath the table above the fabric, seeing Hiruma type something in.
He stopped.
Agon kicked the chair next to him. Hiruma was teasing him. Agon grinned. Unsui blew on his broth, not startled in the least, as he was used to Agon acting in explosive fits of anger, now explained by his PTSD. He let Agon be by himself, typing to his team that they might have company for practice.
Company? Sena texted back.
Unsui checked his phone. It was 10:03. Sena texted him again five minutes later, asking who it was.
Who is it? Sena had asked him.
Well, it all depended on how soon Hiruma was going to be coming back. Agon couldn't be left on his own, in this state, and it even meant Hiruma had to have both his brother and father watch over him, as he couldn't, despite Agon being a grown man. Something had to be wrong.
Unsui could consider himself lucky that he had only caught Agon's horniess, and not anything else, but… this wasn't normal. Hiruma had a reason for everything. He did. He left Agon with his father and him for a reason.
Unsui had practice at 2:00 pm. He had taken classes off for the day to watch over Agon. He looked at his brother's phone screen. He was playing Tetris underneath the table at lightning speed, watching the moving blocks, entertained, calmed down. His head was on the table, face down. Unsui sighed. Good, at least his brother was calm—
"Fuck!" He shouted suddenly. Passersbys watched him, looking over, walking past. Agon smirked. He calmed again. "Kukuku…"
They returned to what they were doing.
Hiruma returned around 5pm on Saturday. It was almost late. He knocked on the door. Unsui answered, just out of the shower, pajamas on, returning from practice.
"Hiruma." Unsui said, looking at him, lip falling. He almost wanted to praise the gods, Hiruma taking was brother away…! He cried imaginary tears of joy as Hiruma walked in with a black sports bag, wearing a burgundy turtleneck and black sports leggings, grinning. Agon had been a complete wreck the entire 48 hours spent, as he threw the lamp outside of his room into the bathroom across it on the first day when they got back, complaining it hurt his eyes, breaking it.
"Agon…!" Unsui clenched his teeth, remembering he tried to stop him. "What are you doing?! That's dad's lamp! Get off your ass and pick it up!"
Agon turned over on his stomach, ignoring him, yawning. He slept. Unsui wanted to scream. Then Agon woke up around 2 and drank the entire gallon of grape juice by himself in a couple gulps, saying he was thirsty.
"You can't just drink an entire gallon when you feel like it!" Unsui snapped. "What the hell is wrong with you?! That was meant for dad!"
He snatched the empty canister from him. Agon grunted. He burped, patting his abs, looking around the kitchen for something to eat. Agon remembered sexting Hiruma in bed.
I'm gonna stick my dick between your thighs. He told him, grinning to himself. And kiss them all in between…!
Agon laughed to himself as Hiruma typed in a response, but couldn't. Agon typed faster.
I'll make you scream. I'll fuck you so hard, you'll have to BEG me to stop, and even then, I won't. I'll fuck you for hours on end, and cum in your ass, and lick it all out and in between when you think we're finished…!
"He wasn't too much trouble, was he?" Hiruma asked Unsui, cackling to himself. Agon's dad came from upstairs and greeted Hiruma. Hiruma grinned. "Fucking Dad?"
Agon's dad looked at him. He smiled.
"He's in his room." He told him. "He's been sleeping the entire time you were gone, kikiki."
"No he hasn't…" Unsui mumbled aloud as Hiruma walked away towards his lover's bedroom, opening the door. Unsui's shoulders dropped, face tired. "He's been a complete wreck the entire time…!"
Hiruma entered Agon's room and shut the door. The lights were cut off. It was complete pitch black. Hiruma walked straight ahead and opened the blinds, allowing sunlight to stream in through the windows. He eyed Agon.
"Hello, my Agonne." He said to him, eyeing his lover in his bed, sleeping on his stomach. His arms were crossed over his mouth. Agonne woke up, blatantly. "I'm back."
Agonne smirked.
Hiruma came over him.
Unsui was glad that Hiruma had came back to calm the beast known as his brother in his room, shutting the door behind him. Unsui shut his own. He sat in bed and put on his headphones, grunting. Agon didn't come to practice with him. He instead decided to sleep, saying he'd stay with Dad. Agon didn't feel like seeing Unsui's "Trash Team" as he put it. Unsui was glad, for once, on his own, and with the help of his teammates—
They made it to the Semi-Finals.
Unsui thought about the ways he spoke to Agon earlier. Maybe he shouldn't have been so rough on him. He did yell at him. He closed his notebook after 15 minutes of meditating and decided to apologize to him. He stood and walked out of his room, after spotting an ad in the Newspaper about Agon and his favorite childhood series, getting a remake—! He almost screamed, grinning.
He ran out of his room. "Agon—!" He shouted, opening his twin's bedroom door, fast. "Guess what—"
Hiruma was riding his dick.
Immediately, Hiruma keeled over, placing his black sweater over his chest, covering himself as he leaned against Agon, back exposed, sheets covering their waist. Agon had grabbed them and covered Hiruma, reacting with his Godspeed Impulse. Hiruma looked at Unsui in shock, mouth hung open, breathing hard.
Many things ran through Agon's mind. Unsui stood still, unable to move, color draining from his face as Agon glared at him. Agon wondered how Hiruma would react, as he remembered how he had freaked out when Yamato walked in on the two last year.
He wondered to himself.
Unsui shut the door.
He retreated back to his room, closing the door and sat across his bed. He sat upright and folded his legs, crossing them. He closed his eyes.
He meditated for a solid 15 minutes.
Hiruma rode Agon in his room. Agon could hardly escape from the pressure as he felt Hiruma on him, horny.
"Tell your damn twin to quit barging in," Hiruma said near his ear, huffing. Agon felt his abs on his stomach. Hiruma had been working out. His muscles tightened. Hiruma groaned. He moaned into Agon's ear, feeling his lover thrust up within him, groaning.
The two of them fucked. Hiruma grunted when Agon asked him about his trip in America. Hiruma told him about how Clifford-san was an entire bitch the whole time, and Panther was there, training with Morgan and Athletic Coaches to perfect his running.
"I'm thinking about getting some," Hiruma told Agon, resting his head on his chest, blowing through his nostrils. He sighed. "For the team."
Agon was on his back. Hiruma was on his side. He wrapped his arms around Agon's waist and closed his eyes, eyelashes long. Black.
It reminded him of the first time Agon and Hiruma had sex.
"New coaches?" Agon furthered upon. "Ah? Don't we have enough."
"Trainers," Hiruma expanded upon. "They helped me with my passes, too. I'm thinking about getting some. What do you think, my Agonne?"
Agon breathed. He stilled. "I think you should get some," he confessed, staring up at the ceiling. His eyes were amber. "For the team…"
Hiruma licked his hand. Agon looked at his palm as Hiruma licked it, groaning to himself, catching himself moan. He continued. His gaze flicked upward at his lover.
"We'll be leaving tomorrow." Hiruma told him, eyeing his Agonne. "Your prescription drugs are in my bag, my Agonne."
Hiruma shut his eyes. He had picked up the rest of Agonne's prescription drugs from the doctor on his way here. Agon got out of bed. Hiruma stopped licking his hand. Agon eyed the pills as he looked at them written in his name. Antidepressants.
He took one pill, popping it into his mouth, and swallowed it. It was Celexa. It helped with his depressive episodes, when he didn't feel like he was there… gone. Somewhere else. He returned. He looked at Hiruma.
"I'm back." He told him, grinning. Hiruma cracked his knuckles.
"Welcome back," he said, stretching. "My Fucking Dread."
Agon smiled.
His eyes shimmered gold.
Agon and Hiruma went to Sunday practice, leaving. They said their goodbyes to Agon and his family, Unsui waving farewell, smiling wearily. Agon packed his shit to leave. Hiruma had Agon's practice gear in his separate bag of luggage, as they were going to football practice.
Hiruma and Agon took a train back to Kanagawa. There, they rode a subway over to Tokyo, walking to their University. Agon was off from classes on Excused Absence. Hiruma wasn't, but he knew that he could catch up with classwork through blackmail if needed. He looked at Agon. Agon stood, proud, tall, looking ahead. Hiruma smiled.
He blew his bubble gum.
At practice, Hiruma explained to the team about Agon's PTSD; his Chronic Stress Disorder, to the degree it was in. Everyone's faces dropped, looking in Agon's direction. He stood near a whiteboard Hiruma wheeled out to explain. Hiruma decided to take in Taka and Yamato's critiques from a while ago, in the bath.
Being open to the team.
"This does not leave the team," Hiruma spoke to them, saying. He held a meter stick, gripping it. "This is not meant for you to talk to your family members about. Neither your friends and whatever dipshits you converse with. This stays within the team, got it?"
Hiruma was taking a protective stance, Mamori realized, holding a first aid kit, if needed, since Ikkyu had gotten hit with a ball upon seeing Agon enter their private stadium for the first time, out of the hospital.
"Now it all makes sense..." Juumonji started to say, smashing his palm in his knuckles. "Why Dread Bro wasn't here, all those times!"
Hiruma nodded. "Is there any questions?" He asked. He spoke up for the two of them, Agon and him. Agon hadn't said a word as Hiruma spoke about his disorders. He only looked off into the distance, poking his lip out, seeing Hiruma diagram his mental illnesses.
"I understand," Yamato spoke up suddenly for the team. Everyone looked in his direction. It was dark out. "Agon-kun, I understand your illness, as Taka goes through something similar as well."
Everyone looked at Taka.
"I… suffer from Depression," Taka sighed, speaking up, confessing to everybody, suddenly. "And understand how you feel. You must dissociate yourself because you don't feel like any one will understand and get it." He looked up at him. "Forgive me for sounding so ludicrous earlier. I apologize for treating you unsympathetically. Hiruma-san, too."
He looked at Hiruma. Everyone stared. Hiruma wasn't shocked. Taka was unmotivated during practice, and usually only ever practiced with Yamato and Agon, and when Agon wasn't here to practice with him, telling him to get his long-hair lookin' ass off the bench, Yamato practiced with him. The three of them only understood one another, as they were superhumans.
Gods.
Akaba flushed his guitar.
"Fuuu… Koutarou over at Enma struggled with something similar," Akaba said suddenly, looking up through his dark lensed glasses at Agon. Agon tsked. They'd never gotten along, Hiruma understood, but knew the two practiced with each other from time to time. "His ADHD caused a wreck in practice, as he got too excited. He didn't take any of his medication. Fuu… said he didn't like how it made him feel."
Agon remembered feeling the same way about his.
Hiruma grinned. These Fuckin' Geniuses, with their fucking secrets. He shot rounds of bullets at them, cackling, happy they handled it with such maturity, getting back on track to practice once the meeting ended. Agon kicked his white board over, telling trashes to shut the hell up as they came to him and apologized.
"Go die in a ditch." Agon told them, sitting on the bench. He grabbed a water bottle and drunk from it. "Trashes."
"He's happy." Hiruma told his teammates as they all made horrified faces, Yamato grinning, face full of fighting spirit, looking for a challenge.
"Huh, refreshing!" He laughed aloud to himself. "Haha, I hope that means you'll like to practice with me and Taka some more, Agon? Challenge us."
"I'll kill you," Agon murdered with his tone, laughing. "Trash."
Agon stood from the metal bench, tossing his water bottle to the side, and joined Yamato and Taka for practice.
