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Look, I wrote a third installment for this fic. It's actually been written down a piece of paper for a few months, but I only just found it the other day. So enjoy!

Untold Moment

Kiss

It had been a week since Sena had bandaged Hiruma's wounds and the blonde still wasn't taking proper care of himself. Why did Hiruma push himself so hard? Sena knew he was trying to set an example, but nobody was invincible.

Picking up a few bandages and some ice, he walked around to the other side of the truck where he knew the blonde would be. Sure enough, Hiruma was there, typing away at his laptop. What he did on that thing, Sena would never know.

"Are you alright, Hiruma-san?"

"Get out of here, fucking midget." Hiruma didn't even bother to look at him.

No letting that deter him, Sena kneeled in front of his demonic captain and started to roll up his right pant leg. He knew that's where he was hurting the most. He undid the bandages and grimaced when he noticed that they were the same one he himself had put on.

That had been ages ago. Gently, he redressed the wound taking care not hurt the other. Hiruma had set the laptop aside to watch him now, and the stare was unnerving.

"Why don't you just go ahead and kiss it?" Hurt that Hiruma felt his kind gesture was unneeded, Sena placed a mocking kiss on Hiruma's knee.

The blonde, surprised that Sena had actually done it, held out his right arm palm up.

"It hurts here to." He tapped his wrist. Without hesitation Sena pressed his lips feather light on Hiruma's pulse.

Feeling emboldened, the quarterback pointed to his neck. Sena smiled shyly at him, catching on to the game, and bracing his hands on the other's broad shoulders felt Hiruma's pulse for the second time that evening.

"And here." The brunette's face flushed in embarrassment but he nevertheless took Hiruma's face in his hands and delicately kissed his cheek.

"And there's one more place that could really use your attention." Sena felt his head get shoved down and was surprised to find himself between Hiruma's legs.

SMACK!

Sena stalked back to the campfire, leaving Hiruma to his devices. The man could drop dead for all he cared. Pervert.

Hiruma rubbed his sore cheek. Funny, that didn't go the way he had thought it would.

Owari