Hiruma loved Agon.
And when looking into his eyes, right now, he could see it in this moment. Hiruma's eyes looked like starlight. They looked Agon in his own. They were crying tears. They were standing outside
the bus. Hiruma held his face in his hands.
"Look at me." He told him, crying. "Look at me, my Agonne."
He was crying tears. Agon did, too.
"You will be okay, my Agonne" he said to him. "You will be okay, for I am with you, and you are with me. You hear me?"
Agon didn't answer.
"You hear me?" Hiruma asked him again. He looked Agon square in the face. He was crying. His bottom row of teeth trembled. He was cold. Funny. Hiruma never felt cold when he was with Agon. He asked that question again rougher the second time. "Do you hear me?"
He was begging.
Do you hear me?
Agon remembered Unsui and his father trying to pick him up off the hospital ground when he cried on the floor, going into hysterics. He was sobbing. His father had asked him that same question when his mother died.
"Do you hear me, Agon?" His father spoke in his ear, crying. "You must get up! Now! It will all be okay!"
Hiruma said those words to him in that moment.
"It will all be okay," Hiruma promised him, frowning. A tear fell from his eye. "It will all be okay, my Agonne, when you are with me, and when I am with you."
Red tipped his nose, and his cheeks. His team had moved onward towards the stadium on Hiruma's order, batting them away. Only the two of them stood on the outside of the bus, near it. Together.
Once again.
Agon and Hiruma.
He nodded his head. Hiruma pulled him into a tight hug. He wore Agon's team jacket. Hiruma had so much love for Agon. In this moment. He could feel it.
He crumpled to the ground.
Hiruma crumpled with him. He neared Agonne on the floor and held him in his arms as he cried, soft. Like a baby.
Like a child.
Memories of Agon playing with his mom on the swingset passed him. He remembered jumping on the tire and her swinging among it, pushing, yelling.
"Yay~!" she cheered. "Go, Agon!"
She was always happy for him. Always cheered; always smiled. She was always with him. She had promised.
Just not today.
Agon looked up. He would be okay. He said so, looking at Hiruma, nodding his head. Hiruma took the glasses from his face and wiped them. He wiped Agon's face, too.
He stared at him.
Such a wistful look on Hiruma's face in that moment. He was wistful, looking at Agon. His eyes teared up. They were starlight blue.
He hugged him.
Hiruma remembered how he felt when his father died. Agon felt this pain within Hiruma. A deep feeling of… regret. Agon could only wonder if Hiruma felt regret for not speaking to his father till he died. He never got the chance.
"I… never got the chance to speak to my daddy." Hiruma told Agon, opening up, confessing. "But, you have a chance to speak with your mom, today."
Hiruma backed away, pulling back. He looked at the stadium. He was talking about Unsui.
"Go see your brother," Hiruma told him, sighing into the open air. "He needs you."
Hiruma untied the dreadlocks from within Agon's hair. They dangled down his shoulders, unloosened. He took the chopsticks from them.
"Go see your brother," He ordered again. "Agon."
Agon went. He left Hiruma. Hiruma covered his face with his hands.
He wept.
Agon came next to him. He picked up the demon sobbing, beginning to cry. He held him in his arms. Together, they stood, joined in an embrace that could only resemble—
Solemn and love.
Hiruma remembered that day. He remembered that day when Agon held him like that, like a kid. He said something in his ear, that only Hiruma could hear—
"I love you, Youichi."
Hiruma broke down.
Agon remembered holding Hiruma in his arms, pulling him close to him, a strong grip over his shoulders. Hiruma hugged him tight. He removed the palms from his face and wrapped his arms around Agon, embracing him.
They held each other.
Hiruma looked at Agon in bed. It was the week after that event. Hiruma stood, 10 in the morning, near the counter. He was making a sub. For Agon. He slept.
The sheets of the bed hung around his waist, leaving his chest exposed. Hiruma laughed. Agon was blacked out. He had too much sake, last night to drink. He said he was in the mood for it when Hiruma studied notes from class and games, and suddenly, he sprung from the bed, leaving the room, exiting their shared penthouse. Agon returned with bags filled with bottles of sake.
He drunk it all. He indeed was in the mood for sake, Hiruma grinned, that fucker barely being able to lift his head once he was finished with it all, and woke in the morning.
"I'm hungover," Agon said to him as soon as he woke up. He covered his eyes. Hiruma looked up at him. His head was on his chest. He groaned.
"'Course you are," Hiruma spoke, laughing to himself. "You drunk all that fucking sake. Damn, your beloved Godspeed Impulse didn't stop you this time?" He laughed to himself. "We'll have to give it a call and make sure it doesn't fuck up next time. Kekeke."
Agon looked at him. "Shut the fuck up." he said. "I'm hungover. Go fix me something."
And with that, he leaned back in bed, falling asleep. Hiruma didn't return to sleep. Instead, he got up and took a shower, getting ready for the day. He put on one of Agonne's t-shirts from the ground. It was white. He walked over to the counter and pulled out mayonnaise from the refrigerator, beginning to make Agon breakfast.
And that was when he looked at Agon in bed.
He was knocked out. Agon could always speak in clear sentences when he was hung over. Even when he got drunk, it was hard to tell he was. The only difference between Normal Agon and Hungover Agon was that Hungover Agon actually said he was hungover.
"Get up, Fucking Dread." Hiruma told him. "It's time to eat."
Hiruma wasn't a bad cook. So what if he got cuts and burns from time to time from the occasional slip of the kitchen knife and oven mishaps? He wasn't on a ramen noodle budget like Ikkyu.
Agon groaned. "Twenty more minutes," he said. "And I'll kiss your ass."
"Five more minutes," Hiruma said with fire, "And I'll kick your ass."
Agon stroked his fingers through his hair. He ran them through it. He sat up. His eyes were a hazel green, today. He looked at Hiruma. They shifted to amber.
"What, baby?" Agon asked him, grinning. "You want to kiss my ass?"
"Kick," He corrected, grinning to himself gleefully. "Kekeke… All that fucking wax in your ears from those filthy dreadlocks made you deaf, Fucking Dread?" He set his knife down from slicing the subbed bread in half. "Kekeke… I'll pick up a hearing aid when I get your prescriptions next time."
Agon tore the sheets from his waist and tackled Hiruma to the counter, bending him over. He pressed him against it, coming over his body. He knelt towards him, dreads falling over his lover's face, kissing his lips.
They began to wrestle.
"What was that, dipshit?" Agon asked, pressing his palms into Hiruma's hands, forcing his arms towards his lover's. Hiruma didn't give in. He struggled, grinning. "You want your ass kicked or kissed? I'll give you two options. Trash like you can't think for themselves."
"I've told you once before—!" Hiruma laughed aloud. "And I'll tell you once again—!" He began to lean up against Agonne, pressing him back, surprisingly. "Trash defeating Geniuses is a common occurrence!"
He pushed Agonne back. Agon was stunned. He pressed further into Hiruma's palms again, using more of his strength, realizing Hiruma was getting stronger.
"What, trash?" Agon pushed him back. "You want to get fucked by this dick again?" He grinned. His shades were off, somewhere on the floor, he didn't know. He made sure not to step on them. Hiruma's thighs were on either side of him. He could fuck him any moment he wanted. He was in the right position.
He began to tip Hiruma over. His back was against the counter. He let go one of his hands to rub Hiruma's hole, enticing him, getting turned on. He humped his waist. Hiruma used his free arm to rest against Agon's chest, failing to get away.
He simply didn't want to.
"Agonne," Hiruma huffed, breathing hard, feeling his lover against him. "Get a condom…"
The sun's light shone in through the windows. Hiruma had an idea, but he didn't explain it to Agon. He felt quite intimate.
Agon fucked him against the counter, tight, leaning over him. Hiruma's thighs were spread on either side of Agon's waist, his lover holding him, throwing his legs underneath his arms, as Hiruma scraped his nails against his chest.
The phone rang. Hiruma didn't bother to answer. It was probably tax collectors. Hiruma had already paid most of their taxes, the other third, he'd get to it soon, as Agon was fucking him, and he wanted to be with him.
"Agonne!" Hiruma begged. His claws tightened around Agon's shoulders. Agon didn't stop. Hiruma didn't want him to. "Yes!"
His eyes furrowed. He closed them. Sex with Agon was always intimate. Hiruma sat up some and kissed his ear, dragging his teeth against it, moaning. Agon was in him deep.
He didn't want him to stop.
Agon could hardly contain how horny Hiruma made him. His body ached with pleasure. Every moment he heard Hiruma during sex he just wanted to cum.
Agon slapped Hiruma's ass with each fuck as he fucked him on the counter, Hiruma moaning in response when he did, craving it.
"I'm gonna fucking cum in you," Agon hissed in his ear, gritting his teeth, "bitch."
Hiruma whined. His claws dug around Agon's shoulder blades, letting out harsh moans, scraping at him in almost an attempt to get away.
Agon gripped his ass hard. He fucked Hiruma harsher, wanting to see him move. His teeth clenched down Agon's neck, biting him in moments of sheer pleasure, letting out scaped howls from within him. He was already cumming against him.
Agon propped Hiruma's back against the counter and fucked him there, deep. Hiruma moaned in sexual wails, crying against him, turning his head, screaming.
Agon loved on him. Hiruma tilted his head ot the side as Agon leaned over his body and angled his position, fucking him in a depth that caused him to whine out in hysterics, slipping between Japanese and English, saliva tracing his gums. Agon rubbed the sides of his spread hole.
He choked Hiruma against the counter when he fucked him, making him moan, thrusting in him. Hiruma held him against his body, mumbling mixed rambles of, "I love you…" And, "Fuck me harder," And, "Deeper," into Agon's ear.
Agon was always rough with Hiruma. He liked him that way. He liked the ways Agon gripped his thighs when he got hard and fucked him. He liked the ways Agon threw him against the wall and humped him there, groaning into his ear. He even like the ways Agon choked him against the counter, which was what he was doing right now, as he fucked him.
The phone rang.
The duo wouldn't find out until later that it was Yamato calling, telling them they would miss practice if they didn't hurry. Hiruma was too busy bending over on the fucking counter for Agon to fuck him again, switching positions, leaning over to get his lover to cum within him.
"Take off the condom…" Hiruma begged him. "And fuck me deep raw."
Hiruma's body ached. He moved against the counter, moaning to himself and Agon as his lover entered him again, sheer force racking him each time in the back, groaning. It was Agon. Agon was close to coming. It had passed seven minutes.
"Fuck me…" Hiruma had said to him again, clawing at the counter face, etching it deep with his nails curling. He looked back at Agon. "Agon."
Agon groaned. Hiruma felt him grip his ass. He leaned his head against the counter and pressed his nose deep into it, Agon moving deep within him. Hiruma couldn't explain the ways Agon made him feel.
Agon came.
Saliva dripped from Hiruma's gums as his mouth laid wide open, Agon fucking him from behind, riding out his impulses within his lover as he did. Agon's fingers always twitched twice a moment after he came before he regained his composure, fucking Hiruma again. It was the best sex Hiruma had. Every time with Agon was.
Agon pulled out. Hiruma let Agon lick his ass, kissing it, then after, kissing Hiruma. Hiruma stretched his tongue into Agon's mouth and licked him there as his lover humped his waist. Early Morning Practice was at 6. It was 5:30. Hiruma looked at the clock.
Agon's tongue was felt within him. Hiruma looked away from it as he turned his attention back on Agon, making out with him, small moans coming from him when his lover rocked his hips with his, kissing him.
Agon shifted Hiruma against him as he kissed his body against the counter, lifting him up. He carried him to the bathroom, shutting the door behind him when Hiruma propped his thighs on either side of him, letting his lover carry him.
"Oh, my Agonne," Hiruma moaned, feeling Agon press his body against the sink, kissing his neck. He moaned again when Agon grinded his waist with his, getting turned on. He pulled away and turned on the shower, clicking it, twisting the knob. The water ran.
Agon fucked Hiruma on his waist when he held him there as soon as the duo got in the shower. Hiruma moaned. The showerhead sprayed against his back. His thighs hung around Agonne's waist.
"Huh…." Hiruma cried out, making a long moan. His eyes rolled back into his head. He threw his head back, moaning. "Huh… Agonne…."
Hiruma making these moans wasn't helping Agonne's case, either. He wanted him, more. He thrusted deeper within him, slowly, letting Hiruma feel every ridge of him.
"Huh…" Hiruma made another long cry, eyes a pale blue, moaning. He was cumming; he felt the precum seep against his waist, against Agon. He lobbed his head against Agon's shoulder.
"Just do me, My Agonne…" Hiruma said to him, whining, almost in a beg. Hiruma could hardly bare it. He wasn't sure what time it was, now. He made another long cry. "Huhh…."
His nails scraped at his chest. They tightened against Agon's skin. Agon knew it was 6:54 am. Hiruma was against him. And moaning. Agon groaned against his body.
Hiruma begging against him was the hottest thing ever. Agon thought this, as Hiruma's hands circled his shoulders, growing restless. He nodded his head in an aimless manner, just wanting Agon in him.
When Agon sped his pace, Hiruma almost cried. He wept against him, throwing his head against his body, moaning in response, feeling Agon in him in these sorts of ways. Hiruma nodded his head.
"Yes…" he said, almost to himself. "Yes…!"
He was making love to him. Agon was making love to Hiruma. Him. Hiruma was almost beside himself as Agon was moving in his body. He felt every thrust. He nodded his head.
"Yes…!" He cried out, begging. "Yes! Yes, my Agonne! Yes!" He whined against him. Agon didn't seem to be here, anymore, but, that was okay. His body was moving against him, to him. "Yes, my Agonne, get in me—yes!"
Hiruma jerked. He felt the tightness; the pull in his stomach. He was going to come. Hiruma let it happen, and with a sob, arching his back, he came. Agonne came, too, as his movements grew ragged, and soon, the both of them stood with one another, in the shower. Agon came back.
Agon looked at Hiruma as they got dressed. It was 7:04. They were already late. Sometimes, Agon just wanted to stay home and be with Hiruma. They didn't have to do even do anything. He just wanted to stay home and remain in bed with Hiruma, resting against him. Hiruma looked back at him.
Agon wants to stay home with me… He realized in his head, thinking. He cleaned himself up. That was fine, Hiruma said to himself. He didn't mind.
He put Agon's t-shirt over his head and pulled on white socks from the floor.
"My Agonne," Hiruma said to him. "You wish to stay home with me?"
Agonne nodded.
Hiruma thought. They had responsibilities, duties to catch, and a team to look after. They were Captains, now. Hiruma couldn't afford to drop out of the Rice Bowl, not after coming so close to it.
"Alright, then." Hiruma said to him. "You can stay home with me. I have an idea."
Agon smiled. It had been such an intimate, innocent, smile, Hiruma had almost thought it was Unsui. Sometimes, Unsui would make faces in the mirror, expressions that he wouldn't even dream to make, as they had reminded him of Agon. He wanted to see if they really did look the same person. Agon caught him in the bathroom.
"What are you doing, Unko-chan?" Agon had woken up. He was in his Third Year, at Shinryuji. Unsui blushed. He looked at Agon.
"Agon!" he shouted. "Jeez, can't you tell me when you're awake?"
Agon woke so silently sometimes. It was hard to tell. Especially after a hard night of drinking or staying with women. He smelled of perfume. He turned on the dorm shower.
He made a face in the mirror once he stood, next to Unsui. It looked like he was angry, but he wasn't; just making a face. His dreads loomed down his bare back.
Unsui made the same face.
They did look the same.
"My Agonne." Hiruma said to him sweetly. Agonne looked. They neared the counter in the bathroom. Hiruma was coating his neck with concealer and foundation. He watched as Hiruma did. Hiruma had an entire makeup bag. He set it down. He grabbed eyeliner from it and began to line his eyes. He leaned over on the counter when Agon asked him to, tilting his ass towards him. He was teasing.
It got Agon turned on anyways.
"Are you hungry?" Hiruma asked him.
Agon stopped stroking himself. No, he wasn't really hungry. He was hungry for something else. He looked at Hiruma. He looked at him.
"I said," Hiruma grinned, "Are you hungry?"
He turned towards Agon and began to wrestle with him, locking his hands with his. Agon laughed. Hiruma laughed harder.
"Answer me, my Fucking Dread." Hiruma said to him. "I just made you a damn sandwich. You hungry?" Agon didn't answer. That was fine. Sometimes he didn't need to. "I can't read your damn mind, you know."
You can't? Agon idly wondered in his head. Sometimes, it really did feel like Hiruma could read his mind. He knew it was stupid. But, Hiruma was different. Hiruma had been getting stronger lately.
"You've been working out, trash?" Agon asked him, tugging on his own wrist, loosening them back and forth after Hiruma backed away. They finished wrestling. Hiruma shook his head. "'Seems like it."
"No," Hiruma turned away from the mirror. "I haven't."
"Then what is it?"
Hiruma's gaze fell. "My Papa isn't my real daddy." Hiruma said to him. He lifted his chin. "He's somewhere else."
"That makes the two of us." Agon laughed coarsely under his breath. Hiruma smirked. He held out his arms. He looked at one of them.
"It comes in and out." Hiruma told him. "Demon Strength. I can't control it, though."
"Bet it'll fuck some trashes up if you used it in a game," Agon laughed easily. "Huh?"
"It'll fuck everyone up if I used it in a game," Hiruma told him, smirking. "But I won't and can't. You know why?"
"Why?"
"I can't control it." Hiruma leaned close to his face, bending over. His blond hair fell over Agon's eyes. He hadn't gelled it back, yet. He pressed his forehead against his, looking at him. "And it only happens when I get excited. Don't tell anybody."
"Back off, trash." Agon laughed. "I ain't tellin' anybody about your weird ass strength." He looked at him. "Unless you ridin' my dick, back off, kukuku."
Hiruma must've grown more excited as the days passed to go to the Rice Bowl. They were nearing the Finale. If they won this, then they'd go to the Rice Bowl, and face the Champions from the Semi-pro league that had won the X-League. It was as big as it could get for American Football in Japan.
Hiruma kissed Agon's lips. He backed away. "Besides." he said. "I have something planned for us today. You'll be spending the entire day with me."
Agon smirked.
Hiruma exited out of the bathroom.
Agon thought about it. Hiruma's strength certainly came in and out. He remembered when Hiruma held him against the bed, pinning him down into the mattress in America. Agon had to almost use more strength than necessary to just get him off of him.
Agon stood. He followed Hiruma out the bathroom, realizing he had left. Hiruma waited for him, ass tilted towards the air, laughing to himself.
"Kekeke, come on, My Fucking Dread." Hiruma's face was pressed against the sheets of their bed that they shared. "Come against me."
Agon grinned. Hiruma grasped the sheets of it in a restless manner. Agon hadn't realized how hot Hiruma could be when he wanted.
And when he didn't.
Agon hopped on the bed and came behind Hiruma. When he began to fuck him, Hiruma moaned in such a way that got Agon to question himself.
This wasn't unusual. For somebody like him. For Hiruma, it was. It was almost like… Hiruma was horny—
Agon came in him.
Well, he wasn't better off himself, Agon scoffed to himself, laughing. He pulled out of Hiruma, looking at him. Hiruma was huffing against the bedsheets. His legs trembled, but he still found a way to grin at him, looking back.
"You like that?" Hiruma asked him. "Fucking Dread."
Agon nodded his head. He was so damn hungry. He looked at the sub on the counter. He looked at Hiruma again. He wanted to fuck him again.
He did.
After he finished, he wasn't tired at all. Hiruma was beat, resting in bed, asleep. Agon chewed on his sub, looking at Hiruma sleeping in bed, dozing off. Having sex with Agon was strenuous enough for one time, as women were sent with trembling legs after him, but three times? Agon wondered.
Hiruma woke up. He clawed at the bedpost, waking up again. Agon watched him. Hiruma seemed like the living dead.
"Hurt, trash?" Agon asked him.
Hiruma only nodded his head. But he still managed to get up in position. Agon watched him, eating his sub, as Hiruma was underneath the blue covers. He laughed. Agon did.
"What are you doing, trash?" he asked him. Hiruma grasped the sheets of the bed, shaking. "Get to bed."
Hiruma was shaking. He hadn't listened to him. Agon tossed his sub away. He came under the covers, behind Hiruma.
"I said get to bed, trash." Agon ordered him. He tried to tease him, grabbing his ass. Hiruma let out a moan. Agon stopped. Perhaps Hiruma was more horny then he thought.
"Trash." Agon said, chewing on the lettuce in his mouth. "You okay?"
Hiruma looked back at him. He smiled. "I'm fine." he said, underneath the blanket with him. "Are you? You look pretty damn hungry, to me."
Agon humped his waist. He bit his lip. Damn, he thought in his head, wanting to fuck him again. Why was Hiruma so hot?
Hiruma knew his character had been influenced a lot by him. Agon licked his ass. His eyes shifted green. He licked him. Hiruma moaned.
Hiruma wasn't horny at all.
Hiruma had told Agon the reasoning behind his weird behavior when Agon asked about it, laying in bed with him.
"Why you actin' so weird," Agon asked him, playing Sonic Dash. "Trash?"
Hiruma smirked. "I want to be with you." He lied. He was only partially lying; not telling the whole truth. He laughed. "Kekeke."
"Not buying it…" Agon told him, swiping his character to the left, dodging an obstacle. "Tell me again. Be honest."
Hiruma hadn't eaten anything weird. To his memory, Agon thought, Hiruma hadn't had breakfast yet. His Sugar Sensitivity hadn't kicked in. Then what was it?
"I want to be with you." Hiruma said again. He was honest, this time, Agon felt. He looked at him. His character died. "Agon."
Agon flipped Hiruma over on his back, tossing away his phone. He came over him. Hiruma's lips parted. Agon gripped his wrist.
"Tell me again," Agon said to him, groaning. Why was Hiruma hot? "And I'll fuck your ass."
Hiruma made no protests.
Agon backed away. He let Hiruma be. He sighed. "Fine." he said. "You don't have to tell me. Be you."
He was upset. He laid back in bed. His lip pouted. Hiruma looked at him. He really wanted to know.
"Bullshit." Hiruma called him out on it, grinning. "You wanna know. Pussy."
Agon placed the palm of his hand over Hiruma's mouth, shutting him up. Hiruma licked the palm of his hand. Agon pulled it away, slowly from him. Hiruma licked a long stripe down it before he did.
"Fuck me." Hiruma seemed to say. His eyes looked at him. Agon stared into them. He was distracting him.
"I'll tell you." Hiruma confessed. "Lean back."
Agon rested on his back. He returned to his phone. He played his game again. Hiruma sat up in bed. He watched Agon. He rested next to him.
"I want you in me."
Hiruma said this to him after five minutes of resting his chin on the palm of his hand, pressing his elbow deep into the pillow next to him. He stared at Agon. Agon's eyes widened.
"What?" He laughed yourself. "Nah-uh. You're lying."
"I do." Hiruma confessed. He laughed. "Believe me, My Fucking Dread." He came over him, almost in a prowl. His fingers laced his chest. "I want you in me."
Agon looked at him. Hiruma wasn't lying. His hands lay restlessly against him, waiting. Hiruma pressed his head against Agon's chest, moving against him, before dropping one of his hands beneath the sheets. He grabbed Agon.
"I want you in me every day," Hiruma said to him, whispering in his ear, rubbing him. He began to stroke Agon. Agon dropped his phone. "Every single damn day of my life." He moaned. "I want to be with you. I can't help but be this way when I'm not, when I'm alone, my toes can't help but curl against the bed, thinking of you."
Hiruma was being honest with him.
"I hate being alone when I'm not with you. You make me naughty, Agon." Hiruma stopped stroking him, pausing. He moved against him again. "I just want to be with you."
He let go of Agon. That was the truth. Hiruma didn't feel horny; he never got horny. He only wanted intimacy; to be close to Agon. That was it. Agon figured it out.
"You want to be intimate." he said. "With me. Hiruma."
Hiruma nodded. Agon humped him. Hiruma moaned. Hiruma was so innocent, when he was with him.
He was honest.
Hiruma finished stroking Agon. Agon had came. It stuck among his hand. He looked at it. Agon's eyes shifted to amber, seeing Hiruma covered in his cum, underneath the sheets. Hiruma looked back at him.
He cleaned himself off. He ate the rest of Agon's sub he didn't finish, tossing it away, getting excited. That was his breakfast for the day, Hiruma thought.
He came back into bed with Agon, resting against him. He let Agon place his head on his stomach as he sat up, Agon sleeping. He grabbed the remote next to him and switched on the TV.
Finding Nemo was on.
Hiruma never really watched TV, and only flash read newspapers when there was news of football that needed to be learned. Other than that, Agon and him didn't really watch TV. They were always busy.
Agon had Netflix on his phone. And Hulu. He had those to watch certain programs on when he was alone or bored.
Hiruma's eyes glazed over the TV. It was on Disney Channel. That meant one of them had been watching it while the other was sleeping. Hiruma didn't watch TV. The hell was Agon doing on Disney Channel?
"My Mom… I wished she could watch this with me." Agon said to Hiruma suddenly, confessing. Hiruma stilled. He felt himself through Agon's hair, stroking his scalp. "Oh, she would have loved it."
Agon teared up.
"Why?" Hiruma asked him.
"Orange is my favorite color."
Hiruma's nose tipped red. He looked at Agon. He closed his eyes. He slept, sighing. Hiruma listened to the fall and rise of Agon's breaths, until he had fully fallen asleep. Hiruma looked at the calendar. He grinned. He made a call.
When Agon woke up, it was Hiruma telling him to come on, and take a bath with him. He groaned. He got out of bed, anyways, because he loved Hiruma.
"Didn't we just take a shower?" Agon groaned out.
He wiped his eyelid. Hiruma didn't answer him. Agon grabbed his phone. In the bath, he played Sonic Dash on it, grinning. Hiruma sat against him. He watched. Agon let him play. The bathroom was lit by golden candles.
The same colors of Agon's eyes.
"I want to play!" Hiruma had said to him. "Give it, Fucking Dread!"
Hiruma played as Sonic. Now, he was blasting his way through Green Hill Zone, jumping over crabmeats, gritting his teeth.
"I want that fucker!" Hiruma clenched his teeth, growing agitated. "Him! He looks badass."
Agon had slid the phone screen to Shadow when he asked which character Hiruma wanted to play as. Agon hadn't bought him yet.
"I only have 20 red rings." Agon told him. "You'll have to earn him."
Hiruma was motivated to get him as much red rings as possible. Agon grabbed the phone from him. Hiruma's teeth hung in a goofy shocked manner.
"You're dying too much," Agon told him, "Give me that. You're wasting all my damn boosters."
Agon started a new game. He continued to play with Sonic. Each time Hiruma played with Sonic, he stumbled into a wall. With his Godspeed Impulse, he earned about 30 red coins, completing missions, and ended up with 50 in the end.
"What do you want, Fucking Dread?" Hiruma asked him, looking at Agon browse the character selection. He seemed entertained. Agon had downloaded this game two days on his phone after talking with Unsui over the phone about what he had been doing lately.
They were talking about Mom.
"Espio." Agon drew out. He showed him to Hiruma. "Look at that chill motherfucker."
Hiruma grabbed the phone. He saw a purple chameleon. He was four dollars on the app store. Hiruma snorted.
"Why not just buy him?" he said. "It'd be hell of alot easier than trying to earn him."
Hiruma knew Agon had King K in Subway Surfers. Hiruma had played as some random monster you got as a gift for linking your facebook. He kept knocking into walls with it. It was always troublesome to watch Hiruma play when he let his lover on his phone.
Hiruma sucked at it.
Agon almost laughed. He looked at Espio again. He grunted. It wasn't like he couldn't buy him. He could, but just didn't want to. Hiruma got it. Agon needed something to focus on.
This was good.
Hiruma rested against Agon in the bath, closing his eyes. Agon rested with him. He shut off his phone. He closed his eyes.
He slept.
"Pack your bags, Agonne. We're going to Shirahama."
Hiruma had said this to him after coming out of the bathroom, combing his hair. He wore one of his t-shirts. It fit him loosely.
"What?" Agon scoffed. "Trash."
Hiruma grinned. "You heard me," he said, laughing at the mirror, tilting it, seeing Agon's reaction. "We're going to Shirahama. Pack your bags."
It was a Saturday. What they would do at Shirahama, Agon didn't know. He leaned back against the bedspread he was on, letting his eyes close. Hiruma look at him. He smiled. He had something planned for his Agonne.
Hiruma helped Agonne pack his bags around seven in the morning. Agon yawned. They had woken up early, after all. He looked at Hiruma's suitcase.
It was packed full of lingerie.
Agon was caught staring. Hiruma tilted his suitcase away from him quickly, catching his eyes. He grinned.
"Not yet," he told him. "My Agonne."
Agon turned his focus back on his game. He really wanted Espio. They were running an event to earn him. Agon wanted him.
Hiruma continued packing his bags. Good, he thought, looking at him. He's distracted.
Agon held up his phone in almost an attempt to get reception. Hiruma realized he was growing exited.
"Fuck!" He laughed out, cursing. He repositioned his phone near him again, hunching over it. "I'll kick your ass—!"
He made a couple quick swipes to the left, then up, down, rolling over. He laughed out. Hiruma smiled. He loved seeing him like this.
It reminded Hiruma of almost a kid. He remembered Unsui telling him that after Mom's death, Agon never really shook out of it, shuttering into a New Agon. It was traumatizing.
"Get your ass kicked!" Agon shouted at his phone. "Fuck up!"
Hiruma snorted. Agon heard him. He looked back at him.
"What? You want to play, too?" Agon grinned. He turned back too his phone. "Play, my ass… kukuku." He continued his game. He was on multiplayer mode. He was playing players around the world in a synced match. Kinda like football, except they were in his phone, and he wasn't tackling anybody.
"Eat shit!" Agon yelled at his phone, happily.
Hiruma stuck gum in his mouth, smirking.
Hiruma left with Agon for the resort around 11, getting on their flight. Shirahama was in Osaka, about an hour away from Tokyo.
"Come on!" Hiruma shouted at Agon, walking up on the steps to get in their first class jet. They were leaving. "We're leaving."
Agon was "chopping" crowds of fans wanting his number or autographs by holding up his hand, threatening, "I'll chop your ass." each time a fan came up to him.
He turned to Hiruma. He ran away. Security guarded them. Agon entered the flight and plopped down in his seat, snoring. He dozed off.
They took off.
Hiruma typed notes on his laptop as they flew, occasionally catching Agon looking at him during his sleep, turning over. Hiruma shut his laptop. He let Agon lean against his shoulder.
He slept.
When they arrived, the resort staff greeted Agon and Hiruma. Hiruma almost bowed, but Agon realized Hiruma wasn't bowing, and only bended over to grab his guns, shooting at them.
Hiruma tasted like salt.
Agon didn't think it was weird, but everything about Hiruma seemed very bitter. He tasted like salt. His cum was bitter. He drank black coffee. What about Hiruma wasn't bitter?
Agon looked outside the window. He saw a beach. People walked down it. The waters were blue and clear.
They reminded him of Hiruma's eyes.
"Trash." Agon called out. "Let's go to the beach."
"What?" Hiruma gasped sarcastically from the bathroom, relining his eyes. "You want to go to the beach? Where there's people? Kekeke!"
"Let's go!" Agon said again. He pulled out his phone. He opened Sonic Dash. "I wanna go so I can fuck you on it, kukuku…"
Hiruma smirked. Agon continued to play on his game. This was good. He was really beginning to enjoy it. "Bitch, I'll kick your ass—!" He grinned at his phone, hunching over it. He swiped left. "Boom! Defeated!"
He fell back on his bed. He was tired. And bored.
"Hiruma!" he called out. "Let's go! I wanna hurry up before the trashes get there—"
"Then get dressed," Hiruma told him, scoffing. He snorted. "Can't go to the beach in that."
Agon wore baggy clothing. A leather sleeved varsity jacket and black baggy lounge pants and flipflops. Agon changed out of it, and into some swimming trunks. There were orange. He still wore his flip flops.
"C'mon, trash!" Agon jittered. "I'm ready."
Hiruma had shut the door when Agon dressed. When Agon looked back at it, Hiruma opened it, walking out.
He wore a black cut out one piece and mesh sash tied around his waist with a black floppy hat over his head, letting his hair fall around his shoulders. He wore flip flops. Agon looked at him.
He got a boner.
Hiruma was beautiful. Hiruma looked up at him. He shut the door behind him. He grinned, showing his toothy fangs to Agon.
"You ready?" Hiruma asked him, tipping his hat. "My Agonne?"
Agon looked at him. He smelled faint perfume on him. When Hiruma said get dressed, he didn't think he would actually get dressed.
"This is for you," he began to say, "after all."
Agon continued to stare. He was hard. Hiruma looked at him. He noticed. So he likes this look, huh? Hiruma said to himself, looking at Agon.
"Come on, My Fucking Dread," He turned around, almost leaving him. "You're the one who said you wanted to go to the beach."
Hiruma took Agon to the pool. It was much nicer, here. Agon had grabbed his phone before he left. The resort pool. It was somewhere between crowded and relaxation, Agon noticed. He looked around. Hiruma stood next to him.
"This is for you," Hiruma had said to him, kissing his cheek. Agon brought a blow up raft with him. He held it under his arm. He tossed it in the pool.
He grinned, turning towards Hiruma, and held his hand.
The raft was for them.
The trashes scrambled out of the way as the raft almost came down on them, crushing them. It sprayed water everywhere. Agon pulled it back to shore towards the two of him.
Hiruma got on.
Agon and Hiruma chilled in the sun. Agon rested on his back as Hiruma rested on his stomach, laying on his side some, putting his head on Agonne. Agon didn't mind.
"Yo~! Move, bitches!" Agon shouted, kicking trash out of the way when they got too close to his raft. He grunted. Hiruma saw his frown ease into a smile. He was relaxed.
Hiruma closed his eyes against him.
"You sure you alright, trash?" Agon grinned. "This isn't too much sunlight for you, right? I'd thought you burn to crisp!" He smiled. "I can smell you cooking from here, scum."
Hiruma smirked. "I put on sunscreen," Hiruma grinned. "I'll be fine. You're looking kinda tan today, too. The sun gettin' to you, Fucking Dread?"
He smirked. Agon didn't answer. He only yawned.
Hiruma smiled.
Agon pulled the raft to the curb, after 15 minutes with laying with Hiruma, and chilled in a lawn chair, where the two spent time together, Agon deflating the raft.
Hiruma stuck his toes in the water when he brought Agon over to it after a short nap under the sun, Agon with his baby.
"Happy birthday," he said to him, "Agon."
Hiruma kissed his cheek.
Agon's eyes widened. This was all for him. Hiruma held his hand. He tangled his toes in the water with his, smiling.
Hiruma loved him.
Agon tossed one trash in the water when he got to close to Hiruma, asking for his number. Hiruma looked away, uninterested. Agon had went away to buy a Snickers bar from the vending machine and when he came back, this little trash was floating with his Hiruma! This little bitch! Rage boiled from within Agon.
He grabbed him by the shoulders and dunked his ass in the water.
Agon was fuming. He glared at the pool. The water seemed too burn underneath his gaze. Hiruma cackled out loud, hugging his stomach.
"KEKEKEKEKE!" He rolled on his back, kicking his legs. "THAT FUCLER GOT TOSSED! KEEKEKEKE!"
Hiruma's voice filled the resort pool. When the resort staff asked Hiruma and Agon what had happened, getting reported, Agon took over, lying.
"We were just playing," he smiled, charming them. "I just dunked his ass in the water, that's all. You know. Diving."
They all seemed to buy it, laughing. They walked away. Agon's shades were off of his face. Immediately, the cruel look in his eye returned, furrowing his eyebrows deep into his skull.
Sometimes Agon looked like he didn't have eyebrows, but he did. It took Hiruma explaining to the freshman and Ikkyu that Agon did have eyebrows and eyes, as they earnestly believed Agon was blind. Most of them were to scared to look at him in the face.
"Wait, he has eyes?" Ikkyu turned to Hiruma, whipping his head around. "What?"
Hiruma's lip fell.
They were all idiots.
"Yes," Hiruma answered, tired. "He has eyes."
Maybe it was because Agon really only took off his shades around Hiruma or people to get what he wanted.
"I thought he just kinda disintegrated them into the lenses of his glasses," Ikkyu thought aloud, confessing, "You know, like Oni-getting bosser or some shit. Oh, well." He shrugged. "Agon-san's still the bossest man around. He's amazing."
Ikkyu's amazement with Agon had always surprised everyone.
Agon's eyebrows were just always furrowed into a scowl, so they always hid behind the lenses. Hiruma had never gotten this deep into idiocy before. It was almost as bad as Sena not knowing who the President of America was at their World Youth Championship Tournament in America.
Hiruma smiled.
Agon and Hiruma got on their raft again and floated around, together. Hiruma laid his head down on his stomach. He thought aloud.
"This is nice," Hiruma said, "Agonne. Don't you think?"
"It is," Agon nodded. " But Espio's nicer. I'm closer to getting him, now."
Hiruma laughed. Agon's ADHD was interesting. There were two types from it—Hyperactive and Hyperfocus. Agon had Hyperfocus.
Hiruma didn't want to think about what type he was.
"We'll see," Hiruma smiled. "My Agonne."
They got back rubs in the Spa section of the resort. They were near the hot springs. They would go there, tomorrow. Hiruma knew Finding Nemo came out on May 30th. Agon's birthday was today.
May 31st.
Hiruma told Agon they had massages planned for them at 5. Hiruma had booked it earlier. The two used the time until then to sleep, and woke when it was around 4:45, heading over to the hotsprings. Hiruma dropped his robe in front of Agon.
He was beautiful.
Agon felt his erection grow. He bit his lip, seeing Hiruma lay down on the table, stomach pressing against it.
"Coming?" Hiruma asked him. "Agon."
Agon came against his own table. Hiruma looked at him. He smiled. The Masseuse came in and began massaging Agon's back, rubbing their palms deep into him, working into the tension held in his back. Hiruma continued to look at him.
He loved him.
He closed his eyes. Agon did, too. Hiruma remembered having to convince the staff that Agon wasn't apart of the Yakuza, as they had seen his tattoo, but would fuck them up if they didn't give him his massages.
They gave him his massages.
Agon laughed.
Hiruma watched Agon close his eyes, then open them, hoping to fake Hiruma out when he caught scares at him. Hiruma laughed. Agon giggled.
Hiruma was beautiful.
Agon had thought this when looking at Hiruma, the moonlight from outdoors shining in on his face. He laughed.
Hiruma screamed when Agon fucked him underneath the sheets when they got back to their resort hotel, holding his lover against him with his nails raking across his skin, arms folded against his back.
Hiruma cried.
In the morning, he made Agon coffee. He was still sleeping. He smiled, looking at him. Orange sunlight shone in the room, making the room a bright shade of yellow. Hiruma held a phone in his hands.
"Yes, I'm calling in an order for Kongou Agon," Hiruma said into the speaker, speaking up suddenly, hearing the clerk ask him what he needed help with. "A prescription refill for celexa… Yes. That, too."
Hiruma folded one of his arms against his stomach and held his other up with pressing his elbow into it. He held the phone against his ear. He looked back at Agon.
"Yes," he said. "Concerta, too."
Hiruma looked at Agon again. It was probably good to have him checked in again and get an update on his medication. If he did, then—
Hiruma would have to get checked, too.
Hiruma breathed. Everything would be fine. Agonne came against him soon enough, towards the end of the order, Hiruma having to correct the clerk a couple times, before he neared ending the call, looking at Agon.
Agon began to kiss his neck. Hiruma batted him off, smiling. He placed the phone against his shoulder and began making Agon coffee, stirring it. Agon smiled. He pulled away.
"Yes, that's all," Hiruma said, sure enough. He wondered if he would be making these calls for someone else.
Himself.
"Goodbye." Hiruma hung up the phone. He looked at the prescription drugs on the counter. Agon hadn't taken his ADHD medication as much as he needed to, but it was okay. Agon said he didn't feel like himself when he took it.
Hiruma didn't force him to.
The only one he was really worried about was Agon's PTSD medication. After Agon took his blue pill, this would be the last time Agon took his medication before Hiruma got the refill. It would be coming on Tuesday. He hoped he'd be okay until then. Agon had been doing so good lately.
Hiruma wondered if he would be thinking these thoughts about himself, too.
"C'mon," Hiruma checked his phone, receiving a text. There were here. He grinned. "I have a surprise for you, Agonne."
Agon wondered what kind of surprise Hiruma was talking about, but he grabbed his hand, pulling them out of their resort bedroom. When they walked down the stairs to enter the lobby, what they received inside of it was a loud shout, one that almost blew out his eardrums.
"HAPPY BIRTHDAY, AGON-SAN!" Saikyoudai cheered loud, with a banner in hand. Everyone was there. Even second string members. Agon looked. He gritted his teeth.
"Oh, man!" Ikkyu held himself, getting pumped. "This is oni-cool, Agon-san! Happy birthday!"
He ran up to him, with a gift in hand. He got him a football.
Agon took it from him. He smirked. Everyone came around him and began to give him cheers, singing happy birthday to him. Agon was glad Hiruma found him a spare of lounge pants. Coming down here naked wouldn't have been the best idea.
"Happy Birthday, Agon-kun!" Mamori said, clasping her hands together. She was smiling. "We'll exchange gifts in the dining hall. Hiruma set this up."
Agon looked at Hiruma standing in the back corner, aloof, while his team celebrated with Agon. He blew gum out of his mouth.
That trash…. Agon snorted. He had set up this entire birthday weekend for him. Agon felt love inside. He held his stomach.
It was Hiruma's love.
Hiruma looked back at him when Mamori went away. He came next to Agon and hopped on his waist, kissing his lips as Agon picked him up, and kissed him back, smiling. Everyone cheered. Saikyoudai went to the dining hall, and there, everyone gave Agon gifts.
Agon held up a reggae hat from Juumonji's box. He raised his eyebrow. Juumonji began to laugh.
"Reggae Brother!" He attempted to say, in English, holding his hands out. Everyone laughed. Agon tossed it away into the pile of No Gifts wanted.
Someone bought Agon silver tongue piercings. Agon put that in the Maybe pile. At the end of the gifts were cards from all of Saikyoudai that had signed it, saying—
Happy Birthday, Agon.
Agon looked at Hiruma seated next to him. He noisily and bit pancake in half, chewing on it, not even cutting it into slices. He looked at Agon. He made a grunt.
Hiruma had set all of this up.
Those calls he would make. The text he sent out. This was all Hiruma. Hiruma smirked. His eyes sparkled. He pulled away from his pancake.
He kissed Agon.
Everyone cheered. Hiruma tasted like syrup, Agon thought, pulling away from him. Well, that was because his mouth was covered with syrup. Hiruma laughed with his eyes.
"Still think Espio is better than this?" Hiruma asked Agon. "Agon."
Agon looked at his phone as Hiruma slid it over to him. Espio was unlocked. Who…? Agon looked around the room. Yamato waved his hand. Yamato had bought it for him.
"Consider this as a birthday gift from me," Yamato smiled warmly, cheerful. "Agon."
He hated trashes being this warm out of the blue and nice to him all of a sudden, fluffy ass shitty events, but this was his Birthday, so Agon could let it slide.
Well, it's for me… Agon thought in his head, holding his fork. I guess I'll let it slide…
He looked at Taka in the near end corner and Akaba, despite not getting along with Agon, brought his guitar and did a quick electric solo for him, saying, "Fuu… perhaps our melodies will collide, today."
He stroked his guitar.
Agon snorted. Yeah, right. Put some Yeezus on that guitar and he'll reconsider. He looked at Hiruma. Hiruma hadn't spoken much at the birthday, but was always near Agon, silent. He didn't take credit for anything.
Agon smiled.
His trash sure was weird.
Hiruma held his hand when his team headed to the pool, cheering, getting sent away by Hiruma, shooting his guns. Ikkyu cannonballed into the pool, causing a large splash. Banba carried some chicks on his strong shoulders, play fighting. Everyone seemed to be having a blast. Hiruma smiled. He hung with Agon on a lawn chair, sitting himself against him, watching everybody play in the pool, happy. Agon smiled.
"Thank you," Hiruma said to him, kissing his cheeks. "Agon."
He held his hand. Agon snorted.
"Not like I had a choice," he mumbled with a laugh. "Kukuku…" Even though Agon said those words, Hiruma knew he was happy.
His eyes sparkled.