Devils Seduction.

Harry stared at him in disbelieve. He had to clench his fist so he wouldn't point a shaking finger at him.

"So what do you say fucking cute ass" a purring voice ran out in the stunned silence.

This time Harry failed not to gape.

"You're serious, you actually mean it" he gasped out, heat creeping up from his neck to his cheeks. His mind shut down, of all the reasons in the world, he just couldn't figure out... why?

The blond haired devil frowned; apparently he must have spoken the thought out loud. The rest of the football players broke out of their shock, and sent him pitying and woeful looks, much to his bewilderment. Sena, his cousin looked severally freaken out, mean while Mamori-san started fanning herself, a mumbling about hot yaoi?

Hiruma Yoichi, whom many people questioned his sanity, must have noticed that he was distracted. Without even looking he took out a bazooka and shoot, in the players' direction. For a moment all what he could see was dust, until his slow brian understood that they had left them. In the locker room. With all exit blocked. All alone. With Hiruma. Oh boy, that couldn't be good.

Hiruma must have had the same thought; he was smirking his fangs showing, and pushed him to the wall. Harry suddenly feeling very trapped and warm tried to escape.

Placing each hand on the side of his head, he leaned in.

"Well cute ass, do we have a date or not" his dark velvet voice whispered in his ear.

Harry had to restrain himself not to shiver at his voice. Hiruma's mouth was so close that he could feel his breathe, oh what he wouldn't do to have that mouth kiss-

Wait- rewind, where did THAT came from?

Blushing once more Harry half-hearted, tried to push him away.

"B-but we are both guys" Harry said, desperation in his eyes.

"That does not matter" He replied casually, and squeezed his butt, with one of his hands. Harry couldn't not help, but to yelp. Knowing that he was fighting for a lost battle, judging by the growing smirk, he tried once more.

"BUT I-I DONT LIKE YOU!" he shouted, his green eyed wide open, with his mouth settle in pout.

Hiruma stilled.

And whatever Harry was going to say, was cut off as he crashed his lips on his. As Hiruma raped Harry's rather slacked mouth, his traitorous mind couldn't help bit to say how good it felt. Throwing out whatever sense he was clinging on, he wrapped his arms around his neck, and kissed back with equal force.

He never noticed the triumph in the sky blue eyes. Or why there suddenly blood pooling from under the door.