Agon's eyes were hazel.
Hiruma had seen this when he took off his shades. They seemed to fluctuate between colors… green… brown… red…yellow… blue. Hiruma wouldn't know the purpose behind why they did that until later, the truth being, Agon felt a lot of things for Hiruma, at that time, but for now, he stared into Agon's eyes. It was the morning after they had sex. In their dorm room. For the first time. Again.
They had had sex.
His head was against Agon's chest in the morning. He was sleeping. His eyes were closed. Agon's sunglasses were folded on the desk beside them, near the bed. Oakley Juliet's. He always took off his shades before sleeping, but Hiruma never cared enough to look.
Until now.
"Trash…" Agon started to say. He woke up. Hiruma's eyes snapped open. Agon mumbled amorously. His eyes stared at the ceiling, hazel. He stared. "Was that… your first…?"
His voice trailed off. Hiruma hummed to himself. He didn't feel like answering. Not now, anyway. He was still tired from the night before.
"Mm." Hiruma mumbled. He made a groan. He didn't answer Agon. All he did was keep his arms wrapped around the man, head hung low on his chest, eyelashes long. And black. He looked down. Agon noted that Hiruma felt incredibly… small at this moment. Intimate.
Agon was his first. It felt incredibly different, being Hiruma's. He had been many people's first. Many times. But with Hiruma… he couldn't shake the feeling that it felt different.
Surreal.
Where do we go from here? Agon wanted to ask himself, as he stared up at the ceiling fan. It spun in slow circles.
"Does it hurt?" He found himself asking. Hiruma grunted. His lips thinned into a frown. He still didn't look Agon in the eye.
"Yeah." he said. "It does."
They were silent after that. He expected Hiruma to speak up, but, he didn't. Hiruma didn't say anything until five minutes had passed, staring at Agon's nipple. Agon dozed off for five minutes. The trash's voice filled his head.
"You were my first." He confessed to him, politely; obedient. He answered Agon's question from before. Five minutes, he recognized, until he talked again. "Fucking Dread."
He didn't say his name. Agon. He called him by his nickname. Fucking Dread. Though, he called him by Agon, his name, last night. Hiruma was a virgin.
And Agon had taken his virginity.
Hiruma shifted his head along Agon's stomach; rubbing his ears against his chest, shutting his eyes. His piercings were still there. He hadn't taken them out.
Hiruma got up moments later, really, thirty minutes after resting with him, to take a shower. He separated from Agon. The shower head turned on. The door shut.
Agon joined him.
The spent 7 minutes in the shower together. Hiruma's hands traced down Agon's strong shoulders, holding him against him, the shower head sprinkling down water on his back, sighing. It was intimate. Very intimate. Very soft. Very touching.
Agon moaned against him when Hiruma rubbed his thumb across his hip, dropping his hand, stroking him there. He liked nimble touches like this, huh? Hiruma thought to himself silently. Huh. Interesting. He was almost like a baby.
A baby, huh?
Hiruma thought silently to himself. The way Agon rested his head in the crook of his neck and didn't care if his dreads got soaked or wet in the shower with him… he began to give him a hickie. He could feel Agon's teeth rake across his skin again. He groaned into him. Again. Agon was such a silent predator. That cold… intimidating… intent seemed to wash away along with the bathwater that ran when Hiruma stepped out, Agon shutting it off.
He had let no man see him like this before. Agon drenched a towel over his dreads, drying them. Hiruma thought. Not even Agon. This was Agon's first time being so intimate with him. Again. He looked at his height, eyes flicking over the tall man.
He was 6'1.
He had grown.
"What?" Agon asked, eyes somber, bags beneath him. "You want something, trash?" He laughed to himself, silently. "Another fuck, perhaps? Kukuku…"
Confident.
He turned back to drying his dreads. Hiruma smirked. There was always a difference between the twins. Agon and Unsui. For Hiruma. In the eyes. Agon's had a cold, predator-like intent in them that reflected the color of the lenses he wore; bags underneath them; cold. Unsui's eyes had the exact shape, but… delicate; intricate; puppy-like; big. Agon and Unsui were the exact same carbon copy, speaking physically, almost built the same, except for more muscular definition that Agon possessed, separating him from his twin. Unsui's eyes were always gray and dark. They lacked the merciless anger Hiruma wanted in him that he saw in Agon. He'd never been interested in Unsui.
He was interested in Agon.
Agon looked at Hiruma's ass. Flat. He thought. He smirked to himself bitterly. Hiruma caught a glance from them.
"You starin' at my ass, Fucking Dread?" Hiruma asked him as he stepped into his shorts. Agon laughed.
"What ass?" Agon asked. "There's nothing there, trash. Don't get so ahead of yourself."
Hiruma smirked to himself. Bitter. He couldn't get his mind off what happened from here. Agon might've been used to mindless sex, but Hiruma wasn't. He didn't let others underneath his skin so easily, but Agon was different. A different case. From usual. He contemplated if he should open his heart up to him, Agon. Again. If this was any real than it was... the night before.
Agon laughed. He thought. His thoughts were the same as Hiruma's, too. Where would he go from here? Where would they go… from here?
Agon remembered the way Hiruma held him in the shower. Like a baby.
Hiruma remembered the same.
They went throughout their classes that day, as usual. Agon actually showed up to class that day. To all of them. Hiruma and Agon sat next to each other each class. They always did.
This time, it felt no different than usual.
Until Agon snuck his hand under the desk and held Hiruma's.
It surprised Hiruma, at first. But, he let him do it. That Fucking Dread was complicated. He glanced over from the notes he was taking in class, lights turned off, projector projecting a project Agon would never see. His eyes were focused on it, though. He wasn't looking at him, but, still held his hand. He was sleeping. Beneath his shades.
Hiruma turned away and snarked. This Fucking Dread. So lonesome. Days like that happened. They passed with Agon and Hiruma both testing each other through silent actions and techniques. Agon had bought Hiruma and him Chinese take-out on some days. The trash was weird. He had lo-mein and ramen. They sat in their dorm room, digging through the food Agon had. Hiruma only ate ramen, upon noticing the bitter taste it helt.
"Why don't you want my ramen?" Agon asked, defensively. "Trash!"
"It has too much flavor." Hiruma noted. He held the cup of steaming noodles in his hand, sniffing it. This had had nearly too much flavor, since Agon liked them special and decided to pour a whole lot of soy sauce in them, getting to them first. He tsked. It wasn't a problem. He could deal with it. For now. It wasn't bothersome.
"Ah?" Agon arched his lip. It was nighttime. Dark outside. The lamp was turned on in their room. Hiruma sat on the edge of his bedspread. He held the cup up to his lips. Agon watched him.
"What?" he asked before Agon gave his answer by stiffly turning away. Agon had never seen Hiruma eat before. He actually ate quite a lot. His metabolism was fast, which led to him being so skinny and only being able to obtain a certain muscular height and definition. Agon wouldn't care to know that. All he cared about was seeing Hiruma eating!
Hiruma closed his eyes and sipped the broth from the ramen as Agon turned away to finish his meal noisily.
Weirdo.
Agon thought of him as that. But later through the days and months they spent together, they grew close. Intimate. From playing a game of chess outside the University's park to throwing a spare football in it together.
"You gon' show up for practice for once, Fucking Dread?" Hiruma asked him. He threw a straight in Agon's direction. He caught it. "Or are you going to sleep past it and keep napping like a big ol' cat you are."
Agon stared at the football. He threw it to Hiruma. He wore a deep army green Yeezus jacket he made Ikkyu grab from a Kanye Concert in Japan while he was with some chick in jeans. White high-top vans were on his feet.
"I dunno." he said. "You tell me."
He threw the ball back at Hiruma. Hiruma knew Agon hadn't shown up for practice, ever since he kissed him. That was alright. He was testing him, anyways. It'll be okay.
He didn't tell him he planned for the two to become Captain and Vice Captain together.
Agon showed up for practice on Tuesday and smashed the lot of Seniors, including Yamamoto and Taka, with Hiruma. They were a brilliant tag team. Banba was callous to Agon, in terms of disliking his personality, but, Agon didn't care. He tuned those things out. He was just a big trash. That's all.
He undressed in the locker room. Hiruma came next to him and rolled his fingers down Agon's back, scratching the small of it silently, thanking him. That was Hiruma's way. Of thanking him. Agon snorted. For playing.
Agon didn't show up to practice after that, but he always showed up for Hiruma's games. Hiruma let Agon know he could come back and join the team any time he wanted, a club application already filled out. When he was ready.
He didn't.
Hiruma understood that. Through the times they had sex, the more Hiruma spent time with him, he began to understand Agon's character, why he did things; why he was Agon. He understood him. Hiruma didn't mention to the team that seeing Agon in the crowd or beside the bench at his games gave him the ultimate confidence booster in the whole wide world.
Like some sort of girlfriend.
Sex was getting easier. Agon was still rough. His body was growing accustomed to him. Agon was getting used to Hiruma, too, and that trash never ceased to surprise him. It wasn't until a Celebration Game against Enma University in their first year in college Unsui had seen Agon and Hiruma together for the first time, and found out about his brother. They were making out behind the locker room building near Agon's car Dad had gave him for getting a 4.0 in all his classes during the Hide and Seek game Enma had decided to play with close family and friends with Saikyoudai to find their devil commander Hiruma.
He was with Agon.
Unsui froze upon seeing them. It was a shock, at first, seeing the two of them, together, but he saw how open hearted Agon laughed with him, as if no boundaries were held.
He opened up into a smile.
Agon froze against Hiruma, feeling his twin stumble upon them. Hiruma's ears twitched in Unsui's direction.
"He's here…" Hiruma mumbled in Agon's ear, stroking his shoulders through his baggy sweater and jacket. He continued to kiss his jaw. "What do you want to do?"
"I know." Agon answered silently. "Nothing. Just act normal."
Hiruma did as he was told. He continued to kiss Agon and laughed along with him, rubbing his chest and strong arms, cackling sweetly, aloud. Agon didn't mind this. It was natural, after all. He was testing his twin. What he would do if he found Hiruma and him.
Together.
Like this.
"He's not here, guys!" Unsui told the teams coming towards him profoundly, grinning. "Check somewhere else."
"Detective-MAX!" Monsta screamed, pointing his finger high into the air. Unsui left, laughing to himself, joining his crew, leaving Agon and his lover.
"Hm…" Hiruma hummed to himself, stroking his fingers across his chest. "Would you look at that, huh? Kekekeke…"
Agon backed away from Hiruma as they separated, loose fingers becoming entangled once again within each other as feet turned opposite ways.
"I'm going to go hide now," he said. "Too many fucking kids to count; too many chibis running wild. This space is too open," He looked up at the trees, eyeing them. "Huh?"
Agon stared at Hiruma's back. He wore a black leather jacket over his shoulders. Agon almost wished putting his upon them.
"You'll be coming back, trash?" Agon asked him. Hiruma smirked. "...Right?"
"Fucking Dread, so presumptuous." Hiruma cackled to himself silently, holding his chest. "Kekeke… I actually occupy some of your pea-brained thought space now, huh? What an honor."
Agon looked down at the ground. Leaves were scattered there. Hiruma grabbed his hand and kissed his check, pecking him there, before he stalked off and went off to hide, blending in within the shadows. As usual. Again.
Hiruma spread his legs for Agon to suck his cock in Jamaica.
For two weeks Hiruma had let Agon explore and experiment with his body. They had gone on a three-day trip to Jamaica for Agon to show Hiruma his Rastafarian roots. Hiruma was happy. Agon felt close to him. Maybe it was about time…
Hiruma felt close to Agon.
Agon's lips closed in on Hiruma's cockhead. He was seven inches. At erect. He sucked on him.
His tongue licked down his shaft, bridging between flaps, saliva warming him. Hiruma shivered. Hiruma never felt anything like this. This was the first time he had ever felt something so intimate… as this. He rested on his back across the hotel's bedspread in Jamaica, closing his eyes, shutting them as Agon worked over him.
He was magic. Agon was magic. He was a natural. He caused Hiruma to drip; to cum. He hadn't done that since he was 12, the first time he touched himself.
"Agon…" he moaned aloud, out in the open air, crying. His moan carried the walls. There was a balcony outside the open doorway, showcasing the night sky and city air. They had to go back to school on Monday. He had practice then. They played a game on Friday. They had another on Tuesday. This was the only chance Agon had to be with Hiruma.
And Agon took that chance.
"Agon…" Hiruma whimpered as he deepthroated him. Shit. He was so warm. Agon's eyes grew hazy. It turned him on to see him like that; hazel eyes growing fuzzy as he looked up at Hiruma, his dick in his mouth, shivering.
Hiruma let Agon lick him all over; kissing between his thighs, precum dripping everywhere, leaving hickies between him. Hiruma groaned. This was hot. Real hot. His cheeks flushed red, from the way Agon carried his legs from the underpass of his thighs and bit on them on each side… Hiruma grew wet. He dripped more precum. He hadn't dripped this much his entire life, and all of it, was inside of Agon.
He moaned.
His hand rested across his forehead. Agon was going in. He wanted to cry out of sheer, immersed, pleasure. Only Agon could get him like this.
Only Agon could get him to come.
He didn't.
Agon wasn't surprised. This wasn't easy for Hiruma. He pulled away. Precum dripped from his lip. He licked it off, then rubbed himself off with it, once Hiruma learned to rest within it. He didn't expect Hiruma to come. He hadn't since he'd been with him. Hiruma wasn't sexually attracted to him. That was okay.
But he was intimately immersed in Agon.
He always had been.
And always will be, sole long as Agon kept to himself…
And Hiruma kept to him.
He noticed growth in Agon. From the ways he showered to the way he spoke softly to Hiruma when they were alone. Together. Agon noticed those things, too. Hiruma was special trash. He could admit that. About him.
Was he gay?
Hiruma combed his fingers through his hair, scooping out the dreadlocks one by one. He hummed silently to himself, breathing through his nostrils softly while Agon laid on his stomach.
No. He thought to himself. He couldn't be. Hiruma was his only—
"You were my first." Agon confessed to him, suddenly. His voice was soft, almost like a small, child-like, hum. Hiruma opened his eyes. They lazed ahead at the wall. Agon slept on him. "I've never been with a male before… any guy… I've never dated. Never felt attracted to them. Not once."
Hiruma paid attention to the word choice Agon used. He didn't say the word "trash". He said "guy". That meant Agon thought of him on a level at least upon as a human being. Hiruma stopped combing his hair. His claws raked against his scalp. Agon liked that. Hiruma let his hand drop to Agon's chin, where he grabbed it, scraping his bottom lip.
Look at me. His eyes seemed to say.
Hiruma's eyes seemed to almost glow in the moonlight; blue; striking. Agon's gaze led up to his. His eyes gleamed green. They changed again.
Hiruma wiped the cum from his lip.
They walked around the town center on Sunday, holding hands. Hiruma let Agon fuck him over the counter when they got back, moaning out in the sky, screaming. Hiruma was loud, Agon noted. But that's what he liked about that trash. He wanted him to be loud. He wanted to make him scream.
They'd have to get their own place.
When they returned to Saikyoudai University in Tokyo for the first time on Monday, trashes didn't seem surprised that they were holding hands and giving goodbye kisses to each other in the hallways before they departed. They were the two demons of Kanto for crying out loud! How could they say anything against that?! But beside themselves… they couldn't. Agon and Hiruma… it seemed natural between the two of them. They just showed up holding hands one day and no one said anything about it.
It was natural.
Hiruma had sex among the sink with Agon in their cabin when they went on their second trip to Mt. Fuji to train with their team. Agon fucked Hiruma there. Hiruma had taunted him in his ear and whispered all kinds of raunchy things to him that got him hot all over. Hiruma was a devil. He was an enchantress. Those charming, flirtatious, words he said seemed to get him aroused when the devil whispered in his ear.
Although Agon wasn't "officially" apart of their team, he helped out and trained with them. They were still in their first year, so they had time to waste until Agon to got his head together. But, time wasn't an option. Hiruma knew that for a fact. He didn't have to worry.
Yamoto stumbled upon the two when they transitioned to the hotel.
Hiruma rested beneath Agon. You could barely see him. They were in the middle of the Second Semester; halfway through the school year. They had just finished having early morning sex ten minutes ago, Hiruma counted, dozing off. Agon was knocked out; fast asleep, as usual. Yamoto walked in the room and tapped his lover's shoulder, shaking him gently awake.
Agon looked up. His eyes weren't phased. He looked over his shoulder at Yamoto, resting on his stomach still, beneath the sheets. Yamato looked in his eyes. He was looking for Hiruma. It was about time the team Captain-in-training woke up. He glanced at the clock. 10:00 am. Agon glanced beneath him at Hiruma.
Yamato didn't know he was there.
Hiruma was so small compared to Agon's frame that when they slept together, Agon's width covered him. Not even his blond hair poked out from under Agon's chest. Agon also noted had no pubic hair. He was completely bare. A weird trash indeed.
He lifted himself from Hiruma.
He revealed Hiruma beneath him, lifting up his body some to expose his lover. Yamoto's eyes widened. None of the team knew Agon and Hiruma slept with one another. This was his first experience stumbling upon the two.
And they were together.
Yamato gave no sign of disgust. All he did was gulp, waiting to approach the demon sleeping beneath Agon. He reached past the dragon's shoulder and rubbed the demon below his. The demon startled awake, but woke gently. His eye slit open, looking to the side at Agon, sweetly, smiling soft, laughing light; soft.
Until he saw Yamoto.
Hiruma's eyes widened. He realized it wasn't his lover shaking his shoulder. Immediately, he screamed, sitting upright in bed, freaking out, grabbing his gun.
It wasn't there.
He realized he'd stopped sleeping with them six month into Agon and his relationship. He felt that comfortable with Agon to feel the need he was safe. With him.
And Yamato walked in on him.
"HOW DARE YOU?!" Hiruma shouted, screaming at him. He clutched the sheets to his chest. Agon and Yamamoto's eyes widened. "HOW FUCKING DARE YOU?! GET THE FUCK OUT!" Hiruma grabbed the tissue box on the desk stand and threw it at him. "GET THE FUCK OUT! GET THE FUCK OUT!"
Hiruma was screaming. He grabbed anything he could to throw at him. It took ten long seconds of Agon holding him down, throwing anything he could at Yamoto as he himself stood with the blankets still draped over him for the captain to leave the room; or rather, get chased out.
Agon shut the door behind him.
Agon got why Hiruma freaked out. Hiruma viewed Agon in the light as a husband viewed his wife; vice versa. Their intimacy and private space was sacred. He didn't want anyone stumbling upon the two of them like this.
Agon stared at Hiruma. He was breathing heavily. Sighing. Eyes wide. Veins in his throat pulsing. Hand arched. He stared at the door which Yamato had came from.
Agon stood on the opposite side. Hiruma was moody. Sure. But this was on a whole new level. Hiruma felt like his trust was breached. Yamato was not meant to see him like this. The only man who was meant to see him like this was Agon.
And it was breached.
The dragon reached his arms out to Hiruma. He pulled his arms close to him, hugging his demon. The demon sighed into him. He was still breathing rough, yes, but he was learning to calm down; breathing slowly. The dark green blankets were still draped among him as he clutched them close to his chest, covering himself up. He closed his eyes.
Agon kissed him.
Hiruma still played in regular matches, like always, but Agon didn't. Even though Agon was off for the season, he still helped him train individually. Agon had enough talent to where his individual skill could blend in with those Fucking Chibis. Agon was sculpting nicely, too. His muscles were smoothing into finer curves. Hiruma was eating right with him. Now, at a previous height of 6'1 upon entering college…
He was 6'3.
Agon never properly expanded upon his potential. He didn't train. He didn't do anything. But despite him doing nothing, he fought par on par with superhumans like him and won MVP among his first year in high school at the Kanto Tournament. Agon was strong. Tall. Agon had never had a proper foundation… but now that he was building it…
There was no limit to his strength.
"What are you looking at," Agon asked him. "Trash?"
He was standing by the dorm room windows. He was lifting weights, working out. It was morning. Hiruma stared at him lustfully, chewing on his blatant stick of gum. He was hot. Agon, training; best combination he could ever dream of.
"I said the hell are you staring at, trash?" Agon said, aggressive, turning around. He balanced a weight on his index fingers, facing Hiruma. He wore a blue adidas tight muscle tank with black sweats and converse.
Agon changed out of his shoes into blue Jordan 13's. Hiruma remembered those were the same type that woman bought him so long ago.
"You remember when we first met?" Hiruma asked him. He had licked the top row of his teeth, eyeing Agon; preying on him. He wore a white fur coat and turtleneck; golden jewelry laced his neck, along with pearl formal shoes. They were nine months into their relationship. They were going on their first date.
"Like hell I remember that," Agon said, untying his shoes. He took them off. Hiruma remembered Agon was probably going to switch into another outfit besides the one he was wearing now, all sweaty and the like. They could probably take a shower. Together. "Trash."
Agon stood. He stood next to Hiruma, walking over to him. He smelled his neck. Perfume. He hinted, looking at his trash. He smacked his ass. He wore white leather pants. For him. Hiruma laughed seethingly, tracing his tongue along his teeth before Agon left his side, going into the bathroom to change, taking a shower.
Hiruma grinned. He simply turned around and walked in.
He shut the door behind him.
Hiruma's hair had lost the gel during the shower that made it stand on end, but still contained some substance, more flat, but not flatter than usual. He smelled of Agon now, but, he didn't mind. Agon always reminded him of cinnamon. Oranges. He smelled of him.
"You smell," Hiruma taunted, laughing to Agon as he watched him fix himself up in the mirror, naked, studying himself. "Trash."
He mocked him. Agon laughed smoothly. "Shut up." he said. "Shut up before I fuck you again, trash."
He shut up.
They went on their date. They went to a zoo. Agon took him there. Although the animals seemed more scared of the strange couple than each other, passersbys stayed out of their way. Agon bought Hiruma an icecream cone. Hiruma licked upon it and taunted his lover, flicking his long tongue over it. Agon measured. Hiruma opened up into hearted laughter, almost like a kid.
He was loving it.
He was loving the date.
Agon had sex with Hiruma upon returning home. It was a great date. They banged into the night. Agon fucked him hard. Made him cry into the sheets. Made him moan and cry out pleas coarsely. Hiruma didn't mind. He knew there was a mix of emotion behind it.
He slapped his ass.
"I'm sorry." Agon said upon finishing, sighing into Hiruma, closing his eyes. Hiruma knew Agon was talking about Shinryuji. About… "Everything."
"Me too." Hiruma thought aloud. He decided to confess this to Agon. His eyes stared into utter blankness. Agon looked up at him. Almost like a kid.
He kissed him.
Agon was growing. Changing. He was still the batshit crazy asshole he knew him as… but he was learning. That was all Hiruma needed to know from Agon. His lover. All he needed to do was hold his hand. It took a little hand holding, but, he knew sole long as he held Agon's hand and led him forward… Agon would get there.
Agon would get there himself.
"You remind me of my mom." Agon had spoken to Hiruma softly one day, in his room, alone. He was in the bed with him. The afternoon sunlight shown in. Hiruma had came in to sleep with him between classes. He had ten minutes until he left for his third class of the day. Sociology. Hiruma was good at that. Reading him.
"Your mom, huh?" Hiruma ran his fingers through his hair. Agon's. He smirked. A coarse laughter came from him.
"Your warm." he said. "Trash."
"I'm always warm." Hiruma said, cackling. "You make me that way."
That trash. Agon couldn't help but be beside himself and smirk. He kissed his nipple and sucked on it, moaning in response when Hiruma responded, laughing confidently into the air, feeling Agon upon him like that.
He returned to class after ten minutes.
Hiruma's teeth were white. They always were. He brushed them regularly. Agon had noticed when Hiruma woke up every morning and brushed them roughly.
"If I don't brush them," Hiruma began to say, gurgling. "They'll begin to grow all spiky like and cut your lip! Kekeke! Then you'll really be a bleeding bastard! Kekeke!"
"Shut up." Agon said. "Why are your teeth spiky, trash?"
"Dunno. They grew in like that." Hiruma spit into the sink, then gargled some mouthwash before spitting again. He wore Agon's long sleeved formal shirt. It was white. "Daddy said to brush them regularly until they turn nice and soft; round. Don't want them nice and spiky, do you? They'll be sharp! Kekeke!"
"Get them from your dad?" Agon found himself asking. Hiruma didn't answer. All he did was wipe his mouth with a spare towel before kissing Agon upon the lips, breath all minty fresh.
"Better?" He peeked.
"Better." Agon smiled wearily. He continued to kiss Hiruma, leading him into a slow, heavy, hot, kiss. Hiruma moaned into him as Agon humped his thigh. He was turned on.
"C'mon, trash…" Agon bugged, grinning lowly. Hiruma shut his eyes. His arms were wrapped around his lover's neck. The dragon.
"We just did…" He hummed. "Don't get too ahead of yourself, Fucking Dread."
"Too late." He shoved his erection against him. Hiruma knew it was time. Agon lifted him up, swinging him by the ankles and held him, carrying him to the mattress. They were in Hiruma's old home. The hotel he lived in before switching over to Deimon. He laid him down in the sheets and came over. Hiruma let him ease over his body; easy.
"Agon…" He grinned, sighing into him as the dragon kissed into the crook of his neck he seemed to like. His smile opened into a warm hearted laugh. This was the intimacy he wanted. His nails raked the base of his neck, twirling down, rubbing his collar bone, pressing upon his nipples. He smirked. He pinched them. Agon pulled away solemnly.
"Trash…" He smirked bitterly. "What did I tell you about doing that…"
Hiruma knew. He taunted him. He pinched them again and began to laugh, rubbing him, enticing his lover. Agon snorted. He was having fun with him. Like a toy.
It got him hard, anyways.
Agon spanked his ass when they left. They had been together for 12 months now; a full year. Agon still hadn't claimed Hiruma as his boyfriend, but he had other less bothersome things to worry about. He wanted Agon to take his time. This was new for him as well.
Agon found the real reason behind why Hiruma started to be with him.
"Is this all I am to you, trash?" He asked upon seeing his photo drawn with football formations on the back of it, behind a desk. "A damn pawn?"
Hiruma remained silent. He was at the foot of the doorway. He didn't answer. Agon's rage boiled. This entire time, Hiruma had been using Agon, in hopes of him joining the football team and beating the World Cup together. All he wanted was his power.
Not him.
"I loved you!" Agon felt himself grow angry, blood pulsing, veins popping as he looked at Hiruma's lanky figure, standing far from him. "I gave myself away… for you…!"
He couldn't describe the amount of anger he felt towards Hiruma at that moment. He rushed up to Hiruma. He snarled in his face.
"Get out." he told him. They were in their dorm room. "You demon. You have ten minutes to get the hell out and pack up your shit before I come back…"
He left the room.
Hiruma's stuff was gone upon Agon's return. All the trophies, football equipment, bag of cellphones; everything. It was all gone. No signs remained.
No signs of Hiruma were left.
Agon wanted to cry in his bedsheets, but couldn't. He let the past two weeks pass by with no sign of Hiruma. He went to all his classes. He went to all his classrooms. He did everything he was told, for once. That was all he had left. Despite them having synced schedules… he saw Hiruma nowhere.
"Agon!"
Mamori's shout came to Agon in the hallway. He turned around. Ah? It was that half-breed Asian mixed girl he tried to hit on a while ago with that short shrimp there. Although nice curves, Agon couldn't feel into it anymore.
Mamori came up to him. She was holding a stack of papers, some flying back behind her. All of them were about data. Of football.
"Have you seen Hiruma?" she asked. "I've been looking everywhere for him and he hasn't shown up!"
"Ah?" Agon turned around. He almost wanted to tell her to fuck off, but the pleading gaze she gave him reminded him to keep calm and lose his anger. He hadn't done that since…
"He hasn't shown up in a week for practice!" she confessed. Agon's eyes widened. "He's canceled all the club's games! The club's been canceled from the roster and pulled from the tournament! Only Hiruma could do that! He canceled the club!"
Agon's eyes widened. Mamori looked distraught. She sighed to herself, looking down at the floor. Classmates passed.
"No one knows where he is…" she mentioned silently to himself. "The last thing I wanted him to be was alone. That's why I came here. You were around him most… and seemed to be closest to him. Do you know where he's gone?"
Agon didn't answer. No. He didn't. He didn't know where Hiruma went. He hadn't seen him since…
"Are you okay, Agon-kun?" Mamori's eyebrows furrowed. Agon's eyes widened. "Your lips… they're blue. Are you eating alright? Did something happen between you and Hiru—"
Agon turned away.
He cursed. Not this shit again. Everyone was whispering about it. No one knew they had been together, and Yamoto hadn't said a peep about them ever since he saw them. The only thing people knew were that Agon and Hiruma were involved. Close. And something happened between the two of them.
But what?
"Would you like to come with me for lunch?" Mamori asked him softly. "Agon-kun?"
Mamori took him out to lunch. He ordered a sub. Not the usual cheeseburger he normally got out with Hiruma. Mamori ordered a water and pizza, along with a side order of… cremepuffs. She told him about the club's misfortune and how Hiruma pulled them out of the tournaments and quit. Everyone was lost. It was so unlike him. They didn't know what had happened… to cause this extreme misfortune to happen—
"Agon-kun…" Mamori asked softly. "Were you and Hiruma involved—"
Agon got up from the table and left.
"Agon!"
Her shout caught his attention. She was standing up. She faced him. He was a foot or so down the road.
"Please." She pleaded. "May you talk with me? Please."
Her eyes blotted with tears.
Agon sat back down… warily.
"I know that Hiruma felt comfortable with you the most…" she began to say, starting off. Her eyes looked down at the table. Her hands folded across it. "He laughed with you. Openly. It was different from what Hiruma had from Musashi. And Kurita. It was beautiful." She let out a sigh. Her smile faded. "Though, I don't know why… he stopped showing up. Do you think you could—"
Agon had already left.
Mamori didn't seem him running. He had finally achieved the speed he had been working steadily towards all year.
4.1 seconds lightspeed 40-yard dash.
He ran towards Hiruma. The hotel. Balcony. That's where he was. Room 411. He hadn't seen this balcony in years. He climbed up to it, running atop of stairs and jumping over banisters until he reached it. He approached the door handle. This was the room.
He opened it.
The door was open already. He just creaked it open. He walked in, looking at the cups of ramen noodles left everywhere across the floor and furniture kicked and pushed across the room, tipped over. He spotted a green lump in the corner huddled in a blanket.
He picked it up.
It began to cry.
The green lump in the corner wasn't, in fact, a lump at all. It was a demon, curled up in a ball of a green blanket, hiding himself, that needed to take a shower with him, a dragon.
The demon held its wrist to it's eyes. It didn't mean at all to cause Agon pain. He wasn't using him. He always hoped to make plays with Agon. Those were just steps, planning ahead.
His dreams.
Agon got it. It was a misunderstanding. Hiruma only wanted to play with Agon. He enjoyed his company. Agon found himself wanting the same thing. He laid his head into the crook of Hiruma's neck as he pulled him in and stood. They cried together.
It was all a misunderstanding.
All of it.
They just wanted to be together.
Agon showed up for their last game of the tournament. Agon found out in the moment he saw Hiruma and heard Mamori tell him those things that Hiruma would give up football… for Agon. The greatest thing he treasured most, was not the sport he played…
But the man he was with.
The greatest treasure of all.
Hiruma helped him pull on his jersey over his head, dressing in the locker room. This was a surprise for the team. They didn't know Agon would be helping them in the final match against Oujou White Knights University. It was a secret.
"Ready, Fucking Dread?" Hiruma asked him coarsely in his ear. He couldn't help but hoarsely laugh, rubbing his lover's back, the same way he did when he played the seniors in their first game at the beginning of college. "Kekekeke…"
"I'm always ready, trash." Agon snarked back. He closed his locker, smirking at it, seeing his reflection. And Hiruma's. "Got your panties in a bunch, huh? Don't start sweating now. It's too early to get moist."
"You've probably already started." Hiruma joked. He poked fun at him. The both of them laughed. Hiruma had Agon signed up as an Utility Player; which meant Agon could come in at any time and play any position when he was ready and needed him. It was the perfect setup. They were ready. Hiruma had signed the team back up for Championships, and although the team didn't ask how the devil himself got them back where they started before he pulled them out, they were glad to be playing with each other.
The demon and the dragon that flew high and soared across the clouds were once again, entangled within each other and loving it.
After two long years, they were playing with each other.
Agon stormed across the field ten minutes before halftime. The crowd. Went. Crazy. Shouts and screams were heard across the field and stands. Shin Seijuro's eyes went wide, upon seeing Agon. This was the first game he played all season.
What a monster.
"Gonna give me a kiss for good luck, trash, before the game starts?" Agon asked, smacking his lover's butt. It didn't look too awkward. These things were common in sports like football. It blended right in.
They were losing by 10-0 against the White Knights.
"Give me a touchdown, and I'll give you a french kiss." Hiruma told him, holding the football between his fingers, pointing it in his direction. "Fucking Dread."
"Make it wet." Agon ordered, strapping on his helmet. He stared at the team of trashes in front of him. Ah…? They were all trashes in his mind. He could do this. All he had to do was crush them. This was a televised event.
He blasted straight up the middle.
With a sonic boom, trashes twice his size were tossed left and right and Shin as the tightguard, last zone of defensive, was taken by surprise with Agon's lightspeed 4.1 dash past him, smirking. He tossed the ball aside and looked down the field at the prize awaiting him 20 yards away.
"That was great, Agon!" Yamoto cheered, without using an honorific. He offered a high five, but Agon walked right past him. "Huh? Agon—"
Hiruma waited upon Agon's arrival. "You're 211 day's late, Fucking Dread." He counted, taunting. He held out a stopwatch. "Do you know how much that is?"
"Yeah." Agon said, hugging his waist, pulling the trash close. "I do."
"That's fucking 844 hours; 50,640 minutes; and bazillionths of seconds that I don't feel like counting anymore." The trash slashed a grin open. He looped his arms around Agon's neck as he took off his helmet, letting it go. It fell to the ground. "Got it?"
"Yeah." Agon answered. "I do."
He tugged the trash's waist towards his. Everyone watched in shock as the two of them grew close; commentary noting on Agon's actions. Every. Single. One. He knew what he was doing. He simply leaned down and pressed his lips against the trash.
"That's how long I've been waiting for this kiss," Hiruma whispered to him right before he did. "Agon. Better make this perfect."
"Idiot." Agon said. "Quit dreaming."
They kissed.
The crowd. Went. Bananas.
In Japan, homosexuality wasn't shown as open as this; as sincere as this was. Agon made out with him on the field as Hiruma hopped on his waist, Agon holding the trash up by his thighs on each individual side of him. The referee called time-out. Agon continued to kiss him. All he cared about was that trash named Hiruma.
From day one.
He pulled away from Hiruma upon hearing the words, "... Unnecessary roughness…" while the ref tried to pull him out of the game for kissing Hiruma. Hiruma handled it; easy and smooth, saying there were no rules against Agon kissing Hiruma, if it were part of a play, which Hiruma proved, upon providing a formation imagery of the play. It was named one thing.
Devil's Advocate.
The Saikyoudai Wizards won against the Oujou White Knights 35-10 as the game closed. That stunt Agon and Hiruma pulled caused it to viral in Western countries, but as quick as the flame went up, it went down, as trashes perceived the two of them doing that move as a stunt; a play; one of many Hiruma's ploys, which Hiruma was fine with. He didn't mind fuckers being oblivious, or choosing to be oblivious. Agon joined regular team practice and by their Second Year, it was up and running again. Agon and Hiruma were chosen as the new team captains. They were appointed by Yamato and Taka for their diligence and strength, along with fearsome leadership skills and Hiruma's technique and wisdom.
"It'll fit you better this term." Yamato told Hiruma upon crowning him; a symbol of being a captain, being passed down. "Hiruma. Now that you have him."
He looked over at Agon, glancing at him. Agon backed away, almost fighting with Taka, shouting about, "Don't put no gay ass crown on my head, trash…!" but Taka did anyways, upon Agon leniently backing down, calming, letting him do so. Moody bastard.
The demon and dragon were flying high again.
Entangled in one another.
Once again.
