Agon sat on the bench and waited to be taken into the game, getting taped up by Hiruma.
He was on offense today. Hiruma had said he wanted him apart from his usual defense this game, so he sat on the bench. Hiruma was going to call him in, but in due time. Agon clenched his teeth. Damn. His lover said it was to shake things up a bit, explaining it to him, but Agon couldn't help himself! Even though he said he didn't mind, he really did, getting pissed every second that passed by this moment. If he didn't play in this game soon…!
"Don't worry, Fucking Dread," Hiruma whispered in his ear. Sudden. Agon looked up at him. He stood behind him. He combed his fingers through Agon's hair; dreadlocks long. He finished taping up Agon's shoulders. "So impatient today, aren't we? I'll put you in soon, kekeke…" He rubbed his thumbs across them.
Agon didn't answer. All he did was silently tape up his arms, and… wait a fucking second—! His team was in defense against Zoigahama University. The lovey dozey couples and shit. He paid them no attention. From the bench, everyone could sense his silent, cold, killing-intent aura. Hiruma seemed unaffected by it. Yamato had requested at the beginning of the game to have Agon play offense with him, since this aura was throwing everyone off; opponent and team alike! But Hiruma seemed pretty dead set on his plans for Agon, telling him—
"Pay attention to the plays, ass hair." He called him. "You don't want to become more bald worrying about me and not you, do you, Fucking Wild Hair?"
He looked back at him. His eyes gleamed. Hiruma knew what he was doing. Agon needed to calm down. The night before, he was stressing out about this game, being his first game of the season in his Second Year of college, now being a sophomore, to wreck trashes, and not being able to play offense; to showcase his true strength.
"We'll keep you as a wild card." Hiruma spoke to him, in their dorm. "It's better that way. I don't want opponent's scouting your strength. We keep that 4.2 lightspeed yard dash of yours a secret, alright? I want everyone to think it's a fluke. As long as we fool them, then it'll work in our favor. Kekeke… patience, Fucking Dread."
"...Fine." Agon pouted. He tore the sheets over himself in the bed, covering himself from the blinding lamp light. He didn't have his shades on. Hiruma hadn't found out Agon was photophobic until last night. He was typing up notes on his laptop in the bed he shared with Agon now; his screen lighting up across his irises, reflecting them. The lights were cut off. Like always. Agon woke up, suddenly, grumbling about telling Hiruma to shut it off before he broke that shit.
"I'm gonna break it." Agon threatened in the darkness. "Trash."
...Why? Hiruma wanted to ask, but didn't. He got so violent when he didn't get what he wanted. He simply looked over his shoulder and peered at the dragon sleeping next to him. His eye was open. Agon's.
Agon was serious. Hiruma froze. He watched him. He decided to test him. Agon; he stared at Hiruma's laptop screen with wide eyes, unwavering. Hiruma reached over across his keyboard and turned down the brightness level, pressing the keys a couple times before Agon's eyes began to shut. Hiruma knew he was faking. They widened, upon Hiruma still sitting in the damp darkness with his laptop's screen completely black. He was testing him, too.
Kekekeke… Hiruma was almost beside himself. This Fucking Dread! So photophobic…!
He loved it.
"That, too." Agon said, frowning, before rolling over, grunting, switching positions in bed. "It hurts my eyes, trash."
Such a baby, Hiruma thought to himself, blowing a bubble, before closing his laptop, returning to Agon's side, underneath the sheets, closing his eyes. Agon smirked. He got what he wanted, right? Kukuku…
He slept naked. Hiruma did too, now that the intimacy had grown between them. Hiruma noticed Agon had become very antsy when electronics were on during the night or when Hiruma typed on his laptop, knowing he was awake. He had just learnt Agon struggled with PTSD; Chronic Stress Disorder, two weeks ago when they had visited their apartment complex to pack their bags and switch to their college, now as practice was growing serious and the season begun. Hiruma stumbled upon Agon's capsule of pills on the counter.
"Why?" he asked as Agon stood behind him, a shadow looming over his body. Hiruma didn't seem shaken by the dragon standing two feet away from him, gaze hidden. A shadow cast across Hiruma's eyes. He held the pills in his hand. "...Why didn't you tell me…?"
Hiruma turned to Agon. Tears blotted his eyes. Black irises began to shimmer as tears traced them, lip sucked in, looking at Agon, quivering. Agon froze. His eyes widened. Why was Hiruma crying? He wanted to understand. Why was his trash crying?!
It was because of him.
Agon stood there, frozen. He had found those pills. His pills. He hadn't hid them. Perhaps it was because he had grown so comfortable with Hiruma that he didn't feel the need to, anymore. Agon walked towards Hiruma. He laced his arms around the trash as he pulled him into his shoulder, sobbing.
"Why didn't you tell me it was as bad as it was?!" Hiruma cried against him, yelling. He pulled away. He stared up at Agon with angry eyes. He was angry with him. Agon. Angry with Agon.
"Trash—" Agon tried to say.
"No!" Hiruma yelled. He snapped. His eyes widened with pure, white-hot anger, then flashed over in terror, widening again, lip stiffening as he looked at Agon. "You didn't tell me…" Hiruma's gaze fell to the ground, hands crowding around them as he held them in his hand. The pills. "You didn't tell… me…" He looked up at Agon. Tears fell from his eyes. "You didn't tell… me."
Agon cried.
His lip stiffened. Tears fell from him. They dropped hard on the floor, splashing. He clenched his fist. Hiruma was in such a vulnerable state right now… how… he was crying. Why was he crying, like this, to him?
It was because they were close, Agon answered. It was because they were close, to each other.
They were intimate.
They were intimately bonded.
"I'm sorry…" Hiruma said afterwards. His hands fell to his side. They still carried the pill bottle. "I shouldn't have yelled at you like that, Agon."
Agon realized he was still crying. Him. Hiruma walked over and loosed his arms around his neck, embracing him into a hug, pulling Agon down towards his shoulder, letting him cry into it.
He wept.
That was when Hiruma started researching. PTSD. Chronic Stress Disorder. All of it. Agon had confessed to him in his apartment's bed that their mother had died. Him and Unsui's. On June 27th. That he remembered all of it. Agon kept himself from going into graphic detail. He could feel himself coming onto one… a panic attack. He didn't want to trigger one. Not in front of Hiruma. Not now. Not—
Hiruma placed the palm of his hand against Agon's chest. Agon paused. He looked up. Hiruma was right there with him. His lips frowned, thinning.
"It's okay." Hiruma said softly. "It's all… okay. You're not alone anymore, Agon."
Hiruma's voice was high. About to crack. Something about that tone Hiruma used, made Agon feel that all was right in his world… all was calm in his world… In his and Hiruma's.
In his… and Hiruma's.
"I'm… all right?" Agon found himself questioning. His eyes caught the moonlight. It hit them, making them a pretty amber; honey-toned.
"Mhm." Hiruma nodded. "You're okay, right, Agon?" He grabbed his hand. "You're all right. With me." He squeezed it. He opened into a painful grin, smiling. Tears rolled down his cheeks. "Continue telling me. Agon."
Hiruma had been very careful of the word choice he used with Agon that night. Agon. With him. He was like a baby. Anything he could say or do could harm him. He didn't want to hurt him.
Agon.
"Agon." Hiruma said. Agon's eyes flicked upward at his lover. His voice rang in his head. Hiruma stood over him, leaning over his broad shoulder, now in the game. He was staring at him, sitting on the bench, grinning ear to ear. "Time to play."
Agon wrecked those losers. 35-2. A complete shutdown. Other than the trash two-point conversion from the opposing team's captain, Agon got to play and completely annihilated those scum.
"Kukuku…" He laughed, standing near his locker, happy. He took off his jersey, then his gear. Those trash didn't even know what hit them! Kukuku! He was like a beast, just like in the sheets with Hiruma—
Hiruma rolled his hand down Agon's back, standing next to him. Agon was mid-way taking off his shirt when he did that.
"Ah-?" Agon started, but stopped, upon seeing Hiruma's smile. He was the only one that saw that. Hiruma was happy. His back was turned to the trashes behind him and he was near Agon. His back shielded him. Agon and Hiruma were always near each other, now. They always had been, ever since last year. No one questioned it. They just figured it was a close-knit, brotherly relationship, now that the two had grown, "Oni-close!" As Ikkyu put it.
The team didn't seem to mind. For the most-part, they were glad the two of them weren't bickering as much as before and weren't going at each other's throats like how they played and did in the America Vs. Japan upcoming games. Hiruma was passive, when it came to Agon, and the team, those not dumb enough to figure it out, knew that Hiruma would let Agon have his way, sole long as it didn't become troublesome. Hiruma let his hand drop from Agon. He walked away. That was his way of saying, "Good job!" or, "Great work out there today, Agon!" Agon smirked. That trash...
When they got home, they fucked.
Hiruma let Agon fuck him hard. Nice, good, and all strong with his bulging muscles over him… Hiruma's couldn't have asked for anything better. Agon's dick pounded in and out of him. His face flushed. He moaned. He had groomed his nails for moments like these. So he could rake them against Agon's back and let everyone know where those scars and cuts across it came from. It came from him, and was a pleasure thing, really. Agon had also known that Hiruma liked it rough, which was why Hiruma allowed Agon to fuck him raw. He liked a challenge.
This one in particular.
Kukkuku...
"Agon…!" Hiruma screamed out, moaning into the air. His voice carried into the ceiling. Agon fucked him harder. This immersed pleasure… "Ah-!"
He came.
Agon did. Not him. Neither was Agon surprised. Hiruma never came. Wasn't attracted to sex. The trash was attracted to intimacy. Same reason why Hiruma let his voice carry out. He was unapologetic. If trashes couldn't sleep because of his screaming, that was on them. He almost laughed. They could find earplugs.
Hiruma rested against the bedsheets. Covered in Agon's cum. This was the sixth time they had sex today. He wanted Agon to be in top shape for the game. For things like this, he didn't mind, if it benefited him in football towards victory and going to the Rice Bowl, then little things like this didn't matter.
"Agon…" Hiruma laughed to himself. He thought of a joke to say, but was too tired to say it. He began to laugh at himself under his breath, smirking. It was worth seeing Agon's pained reaction, this lil' genius wanting to figure out what the hell Hiruma was talking about. Agon turned his head around to look at him. He was too busy looking out the window.
"What, trash?" he asked him. He bent down low, almost crouching, grabbing Hiruma's wrist and holding them tight above his head. "Begging for another fuck?"
Agon looked him over. Ahh… He wouldn't mind. Being this way. With Hiruma again. He had bags under his eyes. He looked like a used rag towel. He really shouldn't.
He did anyways.
Hiruma rested on his back. It was dark out, now. The lights were cut off in the home. Moonlight shone in from the window. Hiruma closed his eyes. His hands rested on Agon, as he was sleeping beneath him. He was always warm. Agon. Like a heated furnace.
"Your mom," He started to say. Agon woke up. "You said she died… right?"
He probably shouldn't have had that conversation with him, not yet, anyways. But, he felt like talking to him. Agon.
"Yeah." Agon answered. "She did." On June 27th…
"I… don't have a mom." Hiruma began to say. "Never have, never will. Just some random bitch walking down the street, now." He smirked, laughing. "Don't even know what she looks like, either."
Hiruma's smile faded. He hadn't realized in this moment, but he was telling Agon something he had rooted deep down inside of him ever since he was a little boy. He was going to say something else, but... it got trapped in his throat.
Agon thought. That's why Hiruma had had such a skewed perception of women. Agon thought again. Like him. Hiruma's mom wasn't even in his life. Ever. He had never seen her face. She could be anybody. Hiruma could walk down the street and not even know if his own mom passed him.
Damn.
Agon closed his eyes upon seeing Hiruma close his, beginning to snore. Hiruma always slept softly, and sometimes, even if Agon listened real close, he could barely hear him, but on nights like these, Hiruma slept heavy.
When he was tired.
Hiruma struggled with undiagnosed Insomnia. Like many things he had undiagnosed, it kept him awake at night. He didn't want to admit to himself he needed to get checked out. He had a fear. Of doctors. Hospitals. Any of the like. He hadn't gone since he was seven. His dad never took him. They would always tug on his ears and ask his father about his teeth and the way they'd grown in, spiky. His dad never answered them. He only responded with, "We're leaving." And Hiruma would follow. He didn't mind. He didn't want those cheeky doctors poking fun at him, anyways.
Hiruma's dad had convinced him to stay away from doctors. "Youichi… no matter what," he started to tell him, bending down on one knee, looking Hiruma close in the eye, "Do not go to doctors. You must not. Ever."
Youichi didn't care. Why was his dad speaking to him? He was drunk, anyways. Even if he was drunk, Youichi found himself taking heed of his father's words, avoiding hospitals, skipping days when the school nurse called for check ups. That was until…
His father touched him.
"Agon!" Hiruma shouted. He woke up with a start. He clenched his teeth, eyes wide, shirt still off. He remained in bed with Agon, his lover. He looked down.
Agon wasn't there.
Youichi's eyes searched the room. He breathed heavy. He couldn't find him. All he could find was a looming black figure in a yukata walking towards him, coming across the bedspread, coming over him…!
Stop! He wanted to say. Stop…!
He didn't.
The figure tore the covers from Hiruma, lifting them from his body. He reached down. Hiruma watched his hand. He couldn't move. All he could do was sit there and watch, frozen, as the man's hand reached down and touched. Before it could, Youichi realized one thing—
It was his father.
"STOP!" Hiruma yelled into the air.
He snapped awake. Agon moved his hand from touching Hiruma's thigh, sitting in front of him, covers behind his back. His eyes widened. He stared.
Hiruma breathed heavily. Agon figured Hiruma had a nightmare. Agon woke in the middle of the night to piss, and when he left the bathroom, he found Hiruma groaning, twisting in the sheets. He wasn't masturbating, so it had to be something else.
"What, trash?" Agon asked, while pissing. "What do you want?"
Hiruma didn't answer. He only groaned. Agon figured Hiruma was having trouble sleeping. He flushed the toilet and washed his hands. Weird trash. He returned to the bed and slept upon Hiruma, returning to their usual sleeping position. Hiruma calmed.
Now, he was irate. What was wrong?
Hiruma waved him off. He shook his head, upon seeing Agon's questioning gaze. Agon shrugged his shoulders. He leaned over Hiruma and continued to kiss his neck. He let Agon do those things to him. He let Agon spread his legs on either side of him and fuck him. Hard. Just like he wanted. He was with Agon. He didn't need to be afraid.
Agon hadn't figured out Hiruma'd been sexually touched without his permission until they were in Jamaica together.
Hiruma had worn lingerie for Agon that evening. He had been acting strangely… intimate with Agon, ever since they arrived on Sunday. They'd taken off school for the next three days, Agon knew, as Hiruma had practice canceled for them and the next 72 hours. He was testing the member's dedication and commitment to their training, and if they hadn't shown proper results within those hours when he'd come back, there'd be hell to pay. He'd make them train like they really were in hell. Agon didn't mind. After all, Hiruma was with him, and not practice, so he couldn't complain too much, could he?
He rubbed the beads on his wrist as Hiruma came over him, placing his hands back against the bed, crawling over him. He growled as Hiruma kissed him.
"You're so hot…" Agon found himself saying as he began to make out with his love, Hiruma, tracing his hands down his thighs and rubbing his thumbs across Hiruma's ribcage beneath the red lace he wore. Hiruma sat up, kneeling on his knees, almost shrugging off the pink silk robe he wore for Agon after he came out the bathroom, over his lover, getting dressed.
Hiruma had set this event for his lover, Agon, 4 weeks before. He had always planned to get intimate with him… but when? He had bought all kinds of lingerie for Agon and hid them in his suitcase, so it could be a surprise. The whipcream and strawberries were still there, but, he hadn't planned to use them, yet. He planned this trip for another reason.
To finally confess to Agon.
Agon kissed him heavily, leaning up against Hiruma. He, too, sat on his knees, letting Hiruma come over him and rest down on his thighs as his hands shrugged off the robe he wore that covered him part way, wearing a red, laced, rosed one piece, braided down the sides in a corset-style manner; tight. Agon's hands rubbed over his bony shoulders.
"Hiruma…" Agon began to moan as Hiruma grinded his waist against him. He knew the exact ways to get Agon turned on. Agon got easily turned on by Hiruma, anyways, as rubbing his boner against him and humping his thigh during practice, but… this was different. This was…
"Agon…" Hiruma found himself saying. He broke from Agon's lips, saliva tracing them, reaching down his stomach. He felt Agon's as the Fucking Dread grabbed his hand and placed it there, feeling his abdomen, rubbing him. He wanted him to take off his shirt.
Hiruma did. He followed in compliance. He tipped his weight over as Agon leaned him back, the duo crashing onto the bedsheets, kissing one another. Hiruma made out with him, placing his tongue into his mouth as Agon begged for it. Agon knew Hiruma wasn't a good kisser and had no experience with it since this relationship, and knew Hiruma would probably never get any better, but, with that long tongue… Kukuku…
It had Agon hot all over in an instant.
"Uhhh…" Hiruma moaned upon him, figure moving, startling, as Agon slipped his fingers into Hiruma, slicked with precum. His lingerie was off, now, the both of them naked, on top of the sheets, groaning against one another. Hiruma felt Agon move beneath him, humping him, his erection evident, which meant, he was ready.
Agon was ready.
Hiruma got beneath Agon, once he looked up and gave him the look that he was ready. Agon stopped prepping Hiruma. He let Hiruma move and shift beneath him until he sat on his knees, ass poked towards the direction of Agon's face, looking back.
He was ready.
Hiruma was ready.
Agon licked his ass. He tongued him a little, but broke away, as Hiruma began to shiver upon feeling Agon in his ass like that. He wasn't ready for this type of intimacy, yet, but he was ready for the one Agon was about to give him.
Agon pressed the tip against Hiruma's waning hole and stuck it part way in, until after a couple seconds, shoving it all the way in Hiruma finally, body warming. Hiruma groaned, grabbing the bedsheets, biting his lip, letting out a moan. Agon was big. He was huge. He didn't mind. He could take it.
The intimacy Agon gave him was like no else.
Agon was so good in bed. It made even someone like him, plead against the sheets, begging for more, not mercy.
"Agon…!" He cried out, not because of himself, but because he could feel Agon about to come. He felt the ravaged ways of Agon near his climax, growing rough, fucking him faster, harder, rougher—
"Hiruma…!" Agon groaned. He gritted his teeth, clenching them as he fucked Hiruma at last, and came. The both of them let out synchronized moans, collapsing against one another, breathing, panting. Agon's breath stilled and slowed after two seconds. Hiruma was still catching his.
That Fucking Dread was crazy. Insane in bed. He didn't mind crazy. All he did was stroke and run his fingers through Agon's hair as he dozed off, as usual. It was nighttime, after all. He was tired. He needed to sleep.
Hiruma let Agon fuck him again when he felt his hard boner against his leg, twitching, turning around. Agon came over and humped him, before he spread his legs, allowing Agon access to him; his body. Agon's hands gripped his thighs as he tossed his legs behind his head and came between them. In moments like these, it almost seemed like Agon didn't exist anymore and became a sexual being. Agon didn't speak in these moments. All he did was silently and surely fuck Hiruma as his mind departed, somewhere else. Hiruma didn't mind this Agon, either. He was handsome. Beautiful. As always. Sexual. Seeing how sexual he got turned him on, in some ways, as Agon's body seemed to only exist, doing what it wanted, then letting Agon return, in the middle of it, or, afterwards.
Agon came.
Hiruma let him masturbate with him in the morning.
Hiruma had grabbed Agon's hand as they rested next to one another in the morning bed under the comforters and let it tread down his stomach, touching his dick, rubbing it. He moved Agon's hand to the positions he wanted; how he wanted Agon to make him feel. How he wanted Agon to touch him.
Touch.
Agon touched Hiruma again in late morning, after Hiruma grabbed his hand once again, waking him from his nap, rubbing him. Hiruma hadn't faced Agon the last time, as he only gasped and moaned, and Agon leaned his head upon his back, but this time, Hiruma was bold. He faced Agon. He saw the way his cheeks grew red and flushed out when Agon touched him, this time, slow and honest. Hiruma's eyes fluttered shut as he moved Agon's hand to stroke him, moaning, teeth showing from the top lip of his mouth. His breath ghosted across his face. Agon stared. His eyes widened. Precum was all over Agon's hand. He hadn't ever seen Hiruma this immersed in pleasure since…
Ever.
Hiruma almost came that time, but didn't, until the third time he allowed Agon to touch him. He had changed into a pair of dark, midnight, blue lingerie underwear and laid in bed with Agon. The pair hadn't spoken at all that day, as it was still morning. About 9.
Then Hiruma grabbed his hand and masturbated.
Agon got the feeling Hiruma was trying to tell him something, almost like an impression, as Hiruma moaned loudly against the walls, voice shaking, immersed in it. He looked back at Agon, his eyes, now a navy blue, looking back at him over his shoulder. What? Agon wanted to ask him. What do you want me to know, baby?
He was touched.
Hiruma nodded his head, moving Agon's hand up and down, upon seeing Agon figure it out. Agon stared wide at Hiruma.
"You were…" Agon started to say. Hiruma's mouth was open, still in silent gasps, breath huffing, almost hitching. "Touched… weren't you, Hiruma?"
Hiruma came.
His back was to him. He cried.
Tears fell from his eyes.
Agon gritted his teeth, clenching his teeth, cursing. Shit…! Agon thought to himself. Hiruma wasn't trying to masturbate with me…! He was trying to tell me he had been sexually touched without his permission… but didn't know how…! Shit…!
"When…" Agon asked him. "When did this happen, Hiruma?"
12.
Agon gritted his teeth in anger.
He screamed.
That was the look that Hiruma gave him, that said it all. That sad, look in his eyes that explained everything, although his lips and mouth didn't move. His eyes were glossed over, clouding with tears. He couldn't say anything. To Hiruma. He couldn't… do anything. He couldn't—
He couldn't protect him.
Agon cried. He sobbed against Hiruma. His lingerie underwear was down, between his thighs. He flopped over on his back and took them off, down his legs, and comforted Agon. Hiruma didn't shed a tear. All he did was stare ahead at the wall, ceiling head spinning above him in their private, resort bedroom they shared alone together in Jamaica. His eyes were blank. They weren't cold, but… numb. Numb was the final emotion he felt before the weight he had pressed against his chest was lifted, and he could speak again.
"It happened when I went back to get the last of my stuff." Hiruma began to tell Agon, sighing stiffly, voice soft, but, low. "My dad was drunk. He always was. He had gone over to America to become a World-Class shogi player, but ended up losing, and eventually, came back, forced to return from income. I was with him. I got to see him decay, before my eyes, becoming the man I once knew him as, to the man in the rotting tomb below us, beneath the ground." Hiruma stilled. "He began to drink around the time I was 4, and by the time I was seven, he began to drink more heavily, becoming an alcoholic. He always slurred his words, and I couldn't understand why he quit shogi, something he passionately loved, he played drunk, and mumbled words like, 'I did what I could' and 'I tried my best'. No he didn't. He gave up. By 10, I spent most of my time at an American Military base, where I discovered American Football, and from my many earnings there, I could afford my own loft; a free room built on from a nearby hotel's extra space discovered in a blueprint. They let me stay there. I moved in at 11 and stayed until I was 12, deciding to go back and get the rest of my stuff, as I only had an school uniform and a spare change of clothes provided from the military base. I hadn't come back to the home in 6 months. When I entered, he was there. He walked towards me."
Hiruma stopped. He gulped. He regathered his memory. Agon was still sobbing beneath him, but it was soft, growing nicer, now; not as harsh as it was before. Pleasant. It was sad. It was almost a bittersweet moment. Although he loved to see Agon cry genuine tears from his eyes over him, expressing care, emotional growth, this isn't what he wanted to happen.
Over him.
But, it needed to come. Hiruma knew this one day would come upon being with Agon, when he would finally find the courage to confess to him.
About him being sexually touched, without his permission.
To Agon.
His lover.
Who had all the permission in the world.
He stroked his dreadlocks. "He came upon me. His eyes were different. He grabbed my wrist. I couldn't move. He would say my name. 'Oh, Youichi, how much I've missed you…' this, and, 'Oh, Youichi…' that as he dug into my pants, unzipping them. His cheeks were flushed. I was pressed into the wall. I was small back then. 5'7. He overpowered me. 5'8. My knees shook. I couldn't tell him to do anything. All I could do was sit and watch, powerless, as he grabbed hold of me and… touched me. I gritted my teeth and leaned my head back against the wall, tears falling out of my eyes as he rubbed me. It continued for 10 seconds until I shook myself out of it and pushed him off of me, shoving him. He crashed against the floor, laying on his ass, staring at me with wide eyes, shocked. The flush dimmed from his cheeks. I clung to the wall, scared. Tears blotted my eyes. I zipped up my pants. I could finally move. I breathed heavily. I left. That was the last I saw of him… until he came to one of my games I played, at the Christmas Bowl. He was a small fry who collected losses; never wanting to climb the mountain of big fries that stood at the fucking top, knowing he was small. He was a coward. I'll never forgive him. That's why he's sitting in his grave and rotting himself to death."
Hiruma finished. Agon stopped crying. He was still awake. He hadn't fallen asleep. His eyes were still wide, blank, staring at the corner of the room as he looked over from Hiruma's thighs, resting on them as Hiruma combed his hair, raking his claws through them, each, individual, dreadlock. Agon's eyes were marked with tears; the lids of them, heavy. Hiruma had been through something like that… and for so long… he… he…
He—
He couldn't speak about it.
"It'll be okay, My Fucking Dread." Hiruma called him for the first time, running his thumb down Agon's ear, stroking him there. "It's all okay."
For once, Hiruma's words soaked with genuine empathy; genuine care; genuine feeling. Emotion. Agon took heed of that. He took heed of what Hiruma called him. My Fucking Dread.
He was his.
Finally.
Agon closed his eyes and slept. Hiruma noticed Agon's breath stilling and calming. That was good. He didn't want his Fucking Dread becoming more of an emotional nuisance filled with rage in the coming days and the next. This was good, though. He had finally gotten this off of his chest.
What he feared telling.
Anybody.
Hiruma's eyes closed. He slept. He let his fingers lose track in the direction they were stroking Agon's hair in and become lost within it. Soon, they stopped. Those fingers began to slow, and soon, as Hiruma drifted off, paused against Agon's cheek, caressing him.
They fell asleep against one another.
The dragon and the demon were flying high in the sky.
Once again.
Entangled within one another.
Once again.
Hiruma and Agon left in the morning. Hiruma found Agon staying close to him, hugging him, giving him those slow, embraces, rocking with one another, his arm coming around his lover's neck, pulling him close to him.
Agon loved him.
Agon hadn't confessed this to Hiruma yet, but he, knew it. They took a bath together. The water soaked their skin. Agon sat behind Hiruma. Hiruma leaned his head back against Agon as Agon stroked his length softly underneath the water, shutting his eyes as he held onto him, slowly. They both closed their eyes against each other.
It was intimate.
They could feel each other's breaths. Heartbeats. The stills and slows of their breathing. The pacing. They comforted one another in the midst of their sadness.
He came.
He leaned his head back against Agon further, neck craning, Adam's apple bobbing, gulping, taking a hitched breath, before he calmed down, again, returning back to where he was as Agon stroked him in a slowed pace, riding the impulses with him, together. Hiruma breathed. He heard his moans against the wall. His hair was soaked with water, down, flat now, against Agon, but he didn't seem to find himself to mind when Agon's dreadlocks dipped in the bathwater, covered with the cum from before, this morning, when he sucked his cock upon awakening. Hiruma smirked. This Fucking Dread. So complicated. His Fucking Dread.
So complicated.
My Fucking Dread, he thought to himself. So complicated.
It was beautiful.
They rode the airplane together returning to Japan, leaving the bahamas. It was nice. Real nice. Hiruma couldn't have asked for a more intimate trip, with Agon, his lover. The dragon slept next to him. His head leaned back against him, on his shoulders, his goggles displayed within the dreadlocks located at the top of his head. Hiruma stared at him. He wondered what color his eyes were.
"Fucking Dread." Hiruma spoke in the darkness. It was a private plane. One with no customers except the two of them. He grinned, laughing to himself. "Kekekeke…"
"What, trash?" Agon grumbled in his sleep.
"Open your eyes."
Agon did. They were hazel, as usual. Hiruma couldn't say that he was disappointed. He wanted to see them shift, change colors for once—
They shifted to amber.
Oh. Hiruma thought. That was nice. He wondered what that meant. The color. Agon closed his eyes. Hiruma did, too. He leaned his head against Agon's shoulder. He pulled him close to him.
They slept. Together.
Hiruma smiled.
When they returned to Japan, they went to class. As usual. They sat next to each other. They didn't pay attention to the lesson. They made out, instead, finding that more beneficial. Hiruma held Agon's hand. The demon snarked. He had his over the dragon's. The dragon's was warm. It was displayed over the desk, for everyone to see.
He didn't mind at all.
Practice began. Agon joined, this time. He stood next to Hiruma, and sometimes, joined with the teammates to practice team plays and teach them to do it correctly, upon the pretense of, "You trash can't do shit for yourselves, trash. You should thank me. Trash. For teaching you how. Trash." And taking on the role of Vice Captain.
Can't he do it without calling us trash?! The team thought to themselves, but, complied anyway. They were happy. Agon was learning to be a part of a team, for once, and learning to cooperate seriously, at his own pace, Hiruma thought. When he was ready. It was always best when Agon fought seriously.
"He's a great captain, don't you think?" Yamato asked Hiruma, standing beside him. Hiruma smirked. His arms were crossed. "Hiruma?"
Hiruma didn't answer that question. Instead, he just lounged a smirk and his gun across his shoulder. Yamato was right. Agon was a great leader.
Agon thought the same of Hiruma.
Hiruma comforted Agon in times of need.
Agon held on to Hiruma in their bedsheets. When they fucked. When they showered. When they did anything, Agon held on to him, for that support. Hiruma held on to Agon when they fucked. They fucked hard. And good. And fast. And strong—
"Agon…!" Hiruma moaned out. Agon was in him. And fast. He was fucking so strong and hard, Hiruma could barely contain it, "Oh…!"
He came.
Hiruma let out a long moan as Agon came inside of him, his insides filling with creamed warmth. Oh, he could hardly stand it, that Agon…!
Agon began to stroke Hiruma's dick. He could tell Hiruma was close. It was all in Agon's eyes as they glazed over with hazel, feeling many moods at once. His thumb stroked over his cockhead and he pumped him faster, and stroked him so good—
Hiruma cried out. It was a long cry, as he came, right into Agon's palm, and Agon had just the nerve to suck it right off of him as he deepthroated the impulses out of him, milking him for good. Damn. Agon was good. The amount of intimacy he created—
Agon's eyes shifted to green.
When he looked up at him, Hiruma could see. They glazed over. That color was new. It was rare. He hadn't seen that color on him since they played the field during football. He continued to suck Hiruma off, his dick in his mouth, lips swelling over it, pulling back and forth. Hiruma stared down at him, aroused. The lights were off. Agon's tongue slid over the flaps again, cloaking itself in cum before his lips pulled over the entire cockhead, sucking him in again. Hiruma groaned. Agon knew the ways which Hiruma liked to see him in.
These were one of them.
He liked to feel himself like this, too.
"Agon…" Hiruma began to groan, leaning his head back into the sheets. "Agon… Agonn… Agonne…. Agonne… My Agonne…! My Agonne…! My Agonne! Ah-!"
Hiruma had came. Again. Into Agon's mouth. Agon closed his eyes, immersing himself in pleasure, his own almost rolling into the back of his head, as Hiruma's cum was bitter. Good. Hiruma's claws raked the sheets, feeling Agon continuing to suck on him, the lasts of him. He rested on his back against the sheets. Cum was all over him. Him and Agon's. He panted heavily upon the bedspread. Agon came over him. He began to lick his body and mouth, kissing between his thighs, licking old and new hickies that displayed themselves there.
"Mmm…" Hiruma's lip quivered as he bit back a groan, moaning to himself as Agon worked over him. His hand placed itself into Agon's hair, fisting it as Agon worked between his legs, giving him heavy kisses and licks, tongue warm, breath hot. Hiruma gasped for air. His wrist covered his eyes as he leaned back, whimpering, biting his lip.
The door was open. They were in the damp darkness of the team's cabin resort for training near Mt. Fuji in their second year of college, reaching the middle ground of the year, now in the semi-finals. They had been training hard. If they won the Kanto Tournament, that meant they'd get to play against the East champion that won in the South, in the Rice Bowl.
Takekura Destruction Babels had been working their way there at a steady, explosive, place. They suffered no losses, and only a draw, considering Gaou Rikiya had been drawn out of a game because of his explosive power. These were different rules, now. They were in the college league. This wasn't highschool anymore. There were no room for ametuer mistakes.
"Agon!"
Hiruma had asked all of his teammates to write down critiques on each player during their training so they could discuss their moments of weaknesses later on. What he didn't tell that too was Agon. Hiruma called out a team meeting in the bathhouse's private bath. This would be where they would discuss their matters they had taken on each teammate. It was to grow stronger. The team critiques included him. Him and Agon. Agon sat down next to him.
"Yosh!" Hiruma shouted. "Everyone here?"
He didn't notice anyone missing. Mamori stood outside, since this was a gender-exclusive bathhouse and opposite genders were separated. At least, that's what he told the team. Mamori was really sleeping in her bed, taking a nap, blacked out. Hiruma had asked her to scout out a lot of information on the opposing teams, now that the Kanto Tournament was getting closer, and the Rice Bowl was growing nearer. She had always provided. Like always. It was a lot of work. He let her sleep.
"Now, let's begin." Hiruma said. He turned to Agon. "Your turn, Agon."
Hiruma still felt intimate from before. He had called Agon by his first name, something he only did when they were alone or in the bed together. Agon snorted. He reached behind him and grabbed a folded piece of notebook paper, unfolding it.
"First off," Agon started, reading "Akaba: Put up your guitar."
That got everyone to laugh. Akaba smirked. He lifted his guitar over his head, and in a swift laugh, "Fuu…", He placed it behind him, now gone. Focused.
Agon remembered Hiruma asked him privately to write down things he thinks each individual on the team should work on, including him, the Captain. Agon smirked, but then frowned, realizing that this was probably an responsibility of an Vice Captain. Hiruma was testing him.
He skipped trashes who he didn't feel like remembering their names, or turning the critique positive, as each one only said, "Be more like me." and it was biased, so everyone felt put off. That was, until—
Yamato spoke.
"Agon." he said. Agon looked up. Yamato began to stand. "I—"
"You can sit down." Hiruma said.
"I," He continued, now sitting down in the bathwater, Ugh… this is so gay. Agon thought to himself, rolling his eyes. His arms rested on the curve of the walls. Taking a bath with a bunch of other dudes. These homo trashes… probably getting a kick out of this. Well, it's not too bad. At least they're getting a stare at me, of course—
"...I think you and Hiruma should open up to the team more."
Yamato's voice carried the walls as the conclusion of his speech wrapped it up. Agon snapped back into the speech he had zoned out of. Ah? he thought to himself. What was that homo trash saying again? Something about opening up. That something was all that the team agreed with, beginning to nod their heads. Yamato was a proud man. He stood with confidence. His words carried persuasion, and when he spoke, everyone came to hear.
Everyone except Agon.
"Ah?" Agon leered. "You want me to—"
"I agree." Taka interrupted. "You and Hiruma should open up to the team more. There's times when Hiruma and you will only whisper plays to each other, and it becomes very confusing for the surrounding teammates. A captain should include his team, not forget them."
"Listen, trash." Agon said, leaning back, smooth and easy. "When you become a captain again, you'll understand. You long-haired trashes don't know what shit you're talking about. All you do is comb your hair and sit pretty on a bench, reading some lame-ass book, hoping some guy named Yamato could come behind you and fuck your ass. Don't talk shit about shit unless it's the same shit filling your mouth that comes from licking Yamato's ass so much, all right?"
Agon chomped down on his cheeseburger. Only Agon would eat a cheeseburger in the bath, chewing trashes out left to right. Hiruma's eyebrow twitched painfully. Agon had triggers, and these were one of them.
When people defied what he wanted to do.
Hiruma got that it was Agon being protective, since there were only certain plays that him and Agon could do that if he were to tell the team, it'd jeopardize the entire formation, but, he let that slide. He kept that quiet, for now, and let the ring of critiques continue.
"Taka." Hiruma said. "Your turn."
Agon's eyes widened. He faced Hiruma. Taka unfolded a white sheet of paper and began to read off of it, starting with Hiruma, then Agon. He hadn't just asked Agon to write a critique for the whole team being a Vice Captain.
He'd asked the whole team.
"Agon," he said. "You should work more on—"
"Quiet, trash." Agon snapped behind his cheeseburger. "You already went. Your turn, Ikkyu." He turned to his pal from Shinryuji. Ikkyu grinned with delight. He had gone to Enma the first year, to work with Unsui, then, upon recommendation from Agon, that only said one thing: "Let him enter." He got into Saikyoudai, where he joined Agon's team of defense.
"Oni-awesome, Agon-san!" Ikkyu said, cheerfully. "You're already oni-amazing! You've fired me up just now!"
"Chill, Ikkyu," Juumonji warned, growing annoyed. He was a new year. A first year. Agon recognized him from Deimon, the trash that scored his first touchdown against him in the Shinryuji VS Deimon game. "And sit down. Jeez. Quit kissing ass."
"I'm not!" Ikkyu said in disbelief.
"All anyone here ever does is kiss Agon and Devil-senpai's ass." Jumonji continued. A still feeling hung in the air. The bathhouse was silent. "No one ever tells them to stop. Their kissing and shit gets annoying! I can't even focus on the game. And what's with Agon always humping Devil-senpai's thigh every two seconds?! Are you gay or something?! Are you both just gay homos and can't say shit about it?! It aggravates the hell out of me, knowing no one will say anything just 'cause their scared of them! Well, I'm not!"
"I agree." Banba finally said, speaking up. "It causes confusion within the team and has them loose focus from practice. Homosexuality should not be practiced within this team, even for plays. Agon."
Everyone looked at Agon. And Hiruma. They waited on them to say something. Anything. They wanted them to say something. All Hiruma did was put his head down and lower it, knowing the storm his team just awakened.
Agon snapped.
"Listen, you homo piece of shits." Agon started. "Don't tell me what I can and can't do. Listen, Jumonji fucker," He turned to him, "Go have a giant threesome with your Ha-Ha Bros and fuck off and tell them to fix that scar on your face and cum on it. It keeps switching left to right I can't tell which side of your face to look at anymore, you two faced bastard!"
"Agon…" Banba began to say.
"Eat a dick, Banba." Agon said. He bit into his cheeseburger again. "You're more homo than the rest of us, wearing makeup into a bath—who does that, you gay ass faggot?! How long have you had that on? The whole day? Wash it off, you bastard. Dirty motherfucker."
"Agon…" Hiruma started.
"I don't sleep with my brothers!" Jumonji fired back. "I mean—my bros! You got it all wrong, you gay fuck. At least I don't fuck with dudes, you fag—"
"Why, you wanna have a foursome with Hiruma and I?" Agon pouted, fake, poking his lip out. He began to laugh. "Kukuku… Listen here, you bastard. That's probably what you wanted all along. Staring at my dick underwater, who wouldn't? I'll do you and Banba the pleasure of having a foursome with Hiruma and I, since you all want to jump on my dick so fast. Even if I were gay, I still wouldn't fuck with you two—"
"Agon." Hiruma said, again, tone deep.
"—probably couldn't keep it up, with your two-inch dick a bitch can't feel and know it's in." Agon continued. Jumonji blushed. "Gayass homos. Trying to fuck with me. Hop off my dick and ride your own for once, bitches. Probably couldn't keep a bitch more than two seconds before coming, you two-second freaks. Go spank your own dick and not each other's ass, dipshits. Pussyass cunts—"
"Agon!" Hiruma yelled.
The room went silent. His voice carried the walls, shaking the floor. Agon quit talking. Hiruma had yelled at him. Him.
Hiruma stared at him. Agon turned to look at his gaze, now that had risen, to look at him with… shame. Agon couldn't tell if it was disappointment or… a feeling of being let down as Hiruma's eyes flickered between shades, stiffening.
Hiruma got out of the bath and grabbed his towel.
He left.
Agon cursed underneath his breath. He finished his sandwhich in one bite, taking it into his mouth, before leaving, shutting the door behind him. He had done something wrong. When had he hadn't? Didn't Hiruma want Agon to stick up for them? He heard Yamato say something beyond the wall as he walked away, but didn't care lend an ear.
"I guess, meeting's over?" He smiled weakly.
The team disbanded.
"Guys?" he said, alone.
The lights shut off.
Hiruma had retreated to his room. He shut the door. Agon entered behind him. The lights were cut off. The moonlight shone in from the open window pane. Agon followed Hiruma into the bed. He watched as Hiruma changed into one of his spare formal shirts he had brought with him and put it over his skinny shoulders in bed, stretching his arms upward, sitting upright. He sat on his knees. He looked at Agon. His eyes filled with tears. Agon didn't cry, but Hiruma was close to. He didn't say anything. All he did was sit, place his hands on his knees, arms flopping down, and frown, nose growing red.
His eyes closed.
He just wanted to be a great captain.
He rested with Agon in the sheets as Agon pulled them over him. The dragon and demon slept next to one another. They didn't speak. All they did was seek the resilience in solitude within one another.
They slept.
"Moe! I can't believe you guys did that!"
Mamori screamed at the teammates in the dining room, as it approached midnight and a team member had woken her up from her sleep and had explained to her what happened. It was Ikkyu. He was concerned. For Agon.
"The team kinda went in on him," he said, confessing, sitting on her bedside. "And he kinda went oni-in on them, too. It would've been awesome, but then, Hiruma-san walked away after yelling at Agon to stop… and then…"
Ikkyu's voice trailed off. Mamori reached beside her. She turned on the room lamp. She had her private resort room in the cabin, as she was the only female and manager, and earned it. Hiruma had given her that privilege, many of the perks of following him to Saikyoudai.
He was one of her greatest friends.
The team was in discord. She frowned. That was once of the reasons why she went to Saikyoudai. Why she followed Hiruma. She didn't want him being alone. That was what he truly felt at all times. Alone. He wasn't alone. He had her. And Agon.
And now the team broke between them.
"You need to apologize." She spoke to Ikkyu, softly. She said the same thing in the dining room to the teammates when a private meeting was called amongst them. To discuss. Agon and Hiruma weren't invited. "Whether you agree with Agon and Hiruma being gay or not, it was wrong, and you need to apologize. They were finally getting along, after last year, and now… look what you did! Hiruma's your captain. Not your enemy. Grow up."
She was defensive. She had her hands clenched in a tight ball. Hiruma was her best friend. One of them. And she would hate for his own team to crumble and breach his growth. The amount he was making with Agon. She would hate for anyone to ruin that.
Even her.
"Mamori's right." Yamato spoke up suddenly. "I knew about them. Agon and Hiruma. They were together. Last year." He looked at Taka. "The fact that they have the courage to face each other, out in the open, in front of everyone…is the most admirable thing of all."
Taka looked away.
Mamori nodded her head. Yamato understood. Seeing his reaction to it seemed to change the mood in everyone's actions. Everyone except Banba. All he did was grunt, and mutter something swiftly underneath his breath about immoral human contact.
"We don't even know if they're gay," Jumonji said suddenly, gathering everyone's attention. "I just said that to rile that dread head up. They've been friends since high school, right? Who are we to judge and come between that. And them."
In these moments, Jumonji seemed incredibly manly. Like Musashi. He had a stiff attitude. It took him a while, but once he was in, he was in. He believed. In Agon and Hiruma.
He believed in them.
His captains.
"I think it's oni-awesome Agon-san and Hiruma-san are together!" Ikkyu jumped up. "It's like the manliest of broest of relationships! The closest men can get. It's almost… It's almost like"—Don't say it! Mamori, Taka, and Yamato all pleaded in their heads— "It's almost like"—Don't do it!— "their brothers!"
They cringed.
The team cheered. They were dumb. Asses. Akaba stroked a keynote on his guitar, marking this glorious moment as when the team thought Agon and Hiruma were brothers.
Or like them, of some sort.
"Oh? Having a team meeting without me, are we?"
Hiruma's loud cackles were heard as he entered the room, wearing a camoflaged, baggy, jacket over Agon's gray hoodie, no pants, walking in with Agon behind him in tow. Agon wore nothing but slouched pajama pants that were black. They were the only spares he could find. He hadn't packed pajamas because he didn't wear any.
"Hiruma!" Mamori announced, surprised.
"What were you doing without my permission, Fucking Manager?" Hiruma asked, approaching her. He looked at the table lined with breakfast food and dinner. "I would hope not eating any more of those cremepuffs! Kekekeke!"
Mamori blushed, grabbing a broom from the corner of the room and attempting to swat him with it. Agon stared, looking over the team. It had to be around midnight, Agon thought. Ah? Why were those garbage scum there? Ah?!
"1…" Ikkyu began to count low under his breath, lining up in a rounded line to surround Hiruma and Agon in a parted semi-circle, "2… 3…!"
"WE'RE SORRY AGON AND HIRUMA-SENPAI!"
"DREAD BRO!" Jumonji said.
"AGON AND HIRUMA-KUN" Yamato said proudly, this time, using honorifics. They said all this in unison. Taka's voice was soft, but, you could still hear his nimble tones beneath Akaba's guitar as he stroked it to make a loud, electronic, noise to round the trashes up as they all bowed down towards Agon and Hiruma's direction.
"Oh?" Hiruma glocked an eyebrow. "What do we have here?" He grinned. "Quit that sentimental mumbling, Fucking Chibis,"
He perched his gun on his shoulder. A CZ 527 Carbine Bolt 7.62mmX39mm 18.5" Walnut Blue 03050. He looked at his teammates. They all bursted into rounds of laughter and shouts when Hiruma sprayed bullets at them, telling them to eat dust and the powder from the pellets of his bullets for pulling baby shit like that. But, Hiruma didn't mind. He stopped. He placed his gun back over his shoulder.
His team was good.
Agon hugged his waist. He lurched a small smile on his face, looking at his lover. Agon wasn't used to this kind of confrontation. Friends.
Friends, huh?
Agon thought as he sat down at the table, seating himself next to Hiruma. The team began to grab and eat noisily their meals as they chatted amongst themselves, those trash. Agon continued to think. Hiruma scratched his thigh while carrying light hearted conversation with Mamori, occasionally, looking over his shoulder at him. That was, until he heard one of those trashes speak.
"Don't you see those scratches down his back?" One of them pointed out, directing their fork in his direction. "Look. Their all down the row of his spine."
"Really?" Ikkyu looked over. He peered over Agon, having a keen eye. "Oni-awesome!"
"Not oni-awesome," the trash mentioned, a lacky from the bench, filling up space, "that means he's sleeping with Hiruma. Our captain."
"What?!" Ikkyu exclaimed. "No way!"
Ah? Agon turned his head to face those trashes. The hell are those trashes going on about now? Ah? Are they stupid? Of course I'm sleeping with Hiruma. I have the scratches to prove it, dumb trashes—!
Hiruma rolled his hand down Agon's spine. Agon stilled. Let it slide. Hiruma let him know. His eyes were easy. He was listening, too. His conversation with Mamori masked his true intent. Agon kept and ear out. So did Hiruma.
They listened.
Hiruma continued to run his hands down Agon's spine as he cut and sliced his biscuit in two, spreading butter across the open center.
"That's how you spread the cum between my thighs," Hiruma said to Agon quickly in English. "My Fucking Dread."
Agon stifled a laugh, snorting. "Damn right." He said, back in Japanese. Mamori looked over, questionable. Yamato had a horrified look upon his face, but opened into silent laughter amongst himself. He had said it too quick for Mamori to translate, and only those that understood English fluently would get it, which were Agon, Hiruma, and Yamato.
Hm.
"Those are just from the branches of his training, you dumb fuck!" Jumonji defended suddenly, shouting across the table. He talked to the trash that spoke of them. "Leave Dread Bro and Devil-senpai alone! They're just trying to have a good time, jeez! They're the ultimate bros. We should all aspire to be like them. I wish my brothers and I were that close,"
No you don't. Mamori, Agon, Taka, Yamato, and Hiruma interjected in their heads all together with tired gazes.
"Seriously," Jumonji continued. "It inspires me. I'm happy for you, Reggae Brother!" He gave Agon a thumbs up. Agon snorted. He had attempted to say that in English, that dumb trash! Agon laughed beneath his breath. He snorted. The hell was this team, anyways?
"How do you explain those bruises between his thighs?" Banba said, cutting his steak, low but powerful underneath his breath. Everyone could hear. "Or those bites on Agon's neck?" That his dreads are trying so desperately to hide...
"Those are from the mosquitoes outside, Ban-baka!" Jumonji shouted. "You idiot. Jeez! Leave them alone. Didn't you hear Mamori?" He turned to her. "Sorry, Mamo-chan. They're being idiots today, I don't know what's up with them,"
Aren't you the idiot?! They all shouted in their heads.
Hiruma gave a tired face. They were idiots. All of them. They're idiocy never ceased to surprise him. Of course he was sleeping with Agon. He looked at Mamori, Taka, and Yamato wearing the same looks upon their face as he was. He smirked. This could get interesting.
Don't tell them. He told them.
"So are you going to deny they're sleeping together?"
Banba posed the question. The team grew quiet. Banba worried about troublesome thoughts, Hiruma thought to himself silently, resting his chin on his wrist, holding his butter knife. How to approach this subject, huh?
A lightbulb went off in his head.
He got it! All he had to do was…
Let the situation play out.
Brilliant!
Not brilliant. Agon thought in his head. Rather stupid, really, but from the gaze in Hiruma's eyes, he could tell that's what his lover was telling him. Fine. Be that way. Agon could always rip those trashes a new one. They had been everywhere, skittering around him like mosquitoes. Almost… Almost like—
"Eyeshield 21!" Ikkyu blurted out in response. "He's dating Panther-san, right? Isn't that oni-awesome?!"
"WHAT?!"
The team shifted their heads over in Ikkyu's direction. Agon smirked. Oh. He thought. This was new. Ikkyu stared down at his phone. An iphone 6. Old.
"No way," the trash said beside him, "that can't be true."
"It is!" Ikkyu pointed to his phone. "It says so in the article on my phone! It's in Footballer Monthly."
Hiruma smirked. He cackled, sliding his phone into one of his jacket pockets lingerly. Agon watched him as all the trashes dumb enough to fall for it crowded around Ikkyu. Mamori, Taka, and Yamato looked at Hiruma with worn out gazes.
It was you, wasn't it? They asked subconsciously, looking at him. Hiruma only but cackled. The article had been done. A hacker hacked into the website. That could be mean one and only thing.
It was Hiruma.
He smirked. It was to divert the attention off of him and Agon. By then, everyone's focus was shifted. He clasped his hands together over his palms, leaning on them.
"Yosh!" he shouted out. "Dinner's over, Fucking Lackeys! Go to bed. It's midnight. You have a game tomorrow. It's Sunday. I'll shoot your asses, Fucking Trash."
Agon joined him on the last comment, smirking, reading him, knowing what he was about to say. Hiruma smirked. They both smirked at each other. Agon leaned over and kissed Hiruma's lips, pecking them. Hiruma puckered for Agon as he accepted his offer.
They kissed.
And that was the end of the Celebration Dinner they held to celebrate their team making it into the Semi-Finals of competing in the Rice Bowl.
It wasn't a dream anymore.
He kissed Agon, beginning to make out with him blatantly as his team made grossed out sounds and noises as their lips were heard, smacking.
"Get a room, you two!" Jumonji hollered into the air, joking.
His still believed they were like brothers.
Huh.
Interesting.
