Agon placed his fingers in Hiruma during the middle of the night.

Hiruma stood. Still. He let Agon feel in him. Hiruma still wore Agon's T-shirt. Agon's fingers explored him. He fingered him. His gaze was blank.

"..." Hiruma made no sound at all as Agon did this to him, the moonlight shone in on his face. Agon rushed into him, looking down at his trash. Hiruma's mouth stood, agape. His body didn't move, only still, letting Agon do this to him.

Saliva rolled out the corner of his mouth.

Agon and Hiruma had had sex earlier, about a couple hours before, around 4, and they went to sleep, Agon tired. Hiruma had let Agon come on to him, and he let Agon come on to him, again, feeling Agon's fingers in him, deep.

"Uhhh…" Hiruma made that sound as Agon's fingers rubbed in him, deep. He could feel two, at this time, as his gaze was dead. Eyes were blank; left white. He couldn't move. Agon noted that Hiruma looked dead, as his trash didn't look him in the eye, gaze only left blank and white. He could tell that Hiruma was alive… but, his gaze was unresponsive. It was almost as if… in these moments… Hiruma's body was… overtaken by intimacy, and left to…

Remain there.

"Huhhh…" Hiruma breathed. Agon felt in him. Deep. He stroked his inner walls. Agon was somewhat over his body, now, under the covers, feeling him. Hiruma let Agon get this intimate with him, as he needed to feel Hiruma, feel him.

His fingers stroked him inside.

Agon was in Hiruma. He couldn't describe this feeling, as his gaze was left impassive. It was as if almost he wasn't there. Hiruma was still sick; recovering from the flu, as this was only the beginning hours of their second day in America.

His body ached.

Agon fingered him. His fingers gave Hiruma rubs and strokes that caused his body to grow still; unreadable; unmoving. He couldn't move. Saliva dripped from the corners of his mouth. Eyes rolled into the backs of his head. His eyelids didn't flutter, as his hands sprawled out on the sides of him.

Agon stroked in him deeper. Hiruma almost lost it. His tongue flopped out the side of his mouth. It was as if almost he was brain dead. Agon hadn't seen this side of Hiruma before, where he became so aroused that he became unresponsive. His body couldn't move. It was stunned. Hiruma was still conscious, as he breathed, but it was almost like he was lamented, unmoved in such a way that excited Agon. It was new to him. Fresh. He didn't mind. He enjoyed seeing new sights like this. Hiruma let Agon see him like this. He lifted his leg, allowing Agon more entrance into him, gaze remained unmoving.

Agon fingered him slow.

He massaged the insides of him slow, steady, smoothing the insides of him, as Hiruma was warm. He was catching a fever. Hiruma let out a long moan; exhausted. His eyes rolled into the back of his head. Agon caught his hitched breath on his face as he fingered Hiruma faster, fisting him.

He stuck a third finger in, stretching Hiruma's hole, causing him to moan out. Agon's fingers were felt in him. He could hardly do anything but gasp as Agon quickened his pace within him, rubbing his insides hard. Hiruma cried out, feeling Agon's fingers stroke him in all the right ways, lifting his leg at it almost dropped from the sheer weight of intimacy.

Agon fingered him so deep. He wanted Agon within him. Too feel his body. Explore it. He reached down and grabbed Agon's wrist with two fingers and held him in place by his thumb. He began to urge Agon deeper within his body, showing him the strokes he wanted, that caused him to be intimate.

His head flopped back against the pillow as he moved Agon deeper, moaning, Agon only but watching as Hiruma took him by the hand and moved him within his body, letting him have all the control he wanted, Agon's fingers moving further in at Hiruma's direction.

Hiruma's eyes fluttered as Agon fisted him. His tongue flopped out the side of his mouth, falling against the pillow sheet he laid against, control over Agon's movements. Saliva sept out of him. He gasped, breath hot, Agon in his insides, controlling every movement he made. Agon watched. Hiruma's skinny fingers groped his wrist as he moved his hand further within him, to get a greater reach at the spot he wanted him to feel.

He touched it.

Hiruma's eyes went blank. His eyes rolled into the backs of his head, continuing to force Agon's fingers within him, feeling the spot he wanted. This amount of pleasure was almost unbearable, as Hiruma lost it, groaning as Agon rubbed the spot he wanted with his fingers, getting the idea.

"Huhhh…" He groaned, fast. "HuhHuhHuh….!"

Agon's breath husked against him. He fisted Hiruma faster. Hiruma let go of his wrist as Agon regained control, fingering him in the ways he wanted. Agon rested his head against Hiruma's chest, holding his leg over his head, letting it rest on his shoulder. They both huffed and puffed against one another, growing intimate, as Hiruma began to drip.

He pulled his fingers out of Hiruma and lifted both of his legs over his head, allowing them to rest upon his shoulders as he came between them, placing his erect member in Hiruma's body, fucking him.

Hiruma felt Agon fuck inside him. Hiruma let Agon feel inside of him for these moments, fucking him hard, where he wanted, so they could grow intimate, and Agon could get out what he wanted from Hiruma, as this was a fresh experience for Agon, and Hiruma didn't know what it was like, to have a love this close.

"Ahuh..." Hiruma drawled out, head flopping back, feeling Agon in him hard and rough. His body jolted back and forth, Agon's powerful thrust shaking the bed, causing it to creak as he pounded him. His claws raked Agon's shoulders, grabbing him. It was a midnight fuck. Almost like a midnight snack, as Agon was hungry.

Hiruma's hole was loose. It allowed Agon to move deeper within him, getting the spots he wanted, how he wanted Hiruma to feel as he was inside him. His cum cloaked Hiruma's insides. His head sagged against Hiruma's shoulder blade as he fucked him deep, skin hitting his body, slapping his thigh, his ass, anything he could grope to grab a hold of him. Hiruma's hands held Agon's head against him as he fucked within deep his body, his own head flopping back against the pillow sheets. He breathed heavily; his tongue still outside his mouth as Agon came over his it and began to lick him there, Hiruma being unable to respond, gasping for air, breathing roughly. Agon's breath huffed against his cheeks, his lips wet, as he kissed Hiruma, moaning against him before he came, pulling out. He lifted Hiruma's thighs, spreading them as he ducked his head, coming between them. He began to tongue Hiruma's hole.

Hiruma moaned out loud. His shouts rang out against the walls. He moaned. His moans were long and drawn out, ending in quick gasps. His eyebrows arched, pained with lust as Agon draped his insides with his saliva, tongue feeling in him deep; warm and wet. He couldn't be but beside himself and groan, feeling Agon in him like that, turning his head, hands placed against his shoulders, eyes shut.

Agon sucked him dry, placing his lips against his cockhead and slurped. He made pained moans, crying out, feeling Agon on him. He couldn't stand it. Agon was giving him oral. His head lurched back, falling against the sheets, eyebrows slanting as Agon sucked on him hard, the ways he wanted, the ways he wanted Agon to make him feel…!

He came.

Agon licked the cum off his body, while he leaned against the sheets, resting, sighing, eyebrows slanted. He still wore his shirt. He panted, breathing heavily, feeling Agon's head move between his legs. He came up and kissed Hiruma.

Hiruma kissed him back.

Agon took off his shirt.

Morning came. Agon rested against Hiruma. He was passed out, fast asleep. Hiruma felt Agon's calming breaths on the backs of his neck as he slept. He didn't say anything. His lips only thinned, feeling Agon's warm breath against him.

He slept.

"Yes…!" He cried out against him when Agon woke out of his sleep, impulsive, suddenly, coming behind Hiruma in the bed and fucked him on his stomach. Agon didn't speak to him. He only wanted. "Agonne…!"

The phone rang.

He didn't answer. He let Agon fuck him.

The phone rang again.

"Agonne…!"

The phone stopped.

"Fuck me…!"

The phone rang again.

Hiruma reached out. He shut it off.

Agon fucked Hiruma the entire day. He bent him over the sink and fucked him from behind, Hiruma's claws digging into the metal, feeling Agon pound in him. All electronics were shut off. The only thing that was heard were their fucking. Hiruma had planned for it to be this way for a long time. Intimate. Like this.

Agon didn't like when Hiruma's focus was on other things, like football or school. He liked it when Hiruma had his focus on him, as Hiruma was technically on him, kukuku. Hiruma didn't mind it being this way. As he understood that when he was with Agon, he was with Agon. Not football, or school. He was with Agon. And Agon only.

"Agon…" Hiruma groaned, sighing, leaning his head back as Agon fucked him in the sheets. The phone rang. Hiruma decided to answer it. It was Yamato, talking about their game tomorrow, saying that Agon and Hiruma needed to be in town by then—

Hiruma hung up.

"Wanna go to a game today?" Hiruma asked Agon around noon, standing up from the bed they shared in their private space. Agon slept on his stomach. Hiruma cradled a black phone near his ears. Agon shrugged.

"Hmmm…" Agon droned on. He drawled this noise out, as Hiruma came upon his back and massaged his shoulders. He didn't really feel like going to one. A game. He felt like being with Hiruma more.

"You can be with me…" Hiruma pried, coming close to his ear. His fingers raked the deep curves of his muscles, massaging him. "There."

Hiruma's voice peeked; his tone hitched, voice still soft. Only if for a moment, emphasising the point being made. Agon's ears perked up. His eyebrows raised. Ahh… His trash was making a good point.

Hiruma moaned into Agon's ear. "I can make sounds like that…" he whispered in his ear, voice growing hot. "Just for you… at that game… right in your ear…"

Agon was getting turned on. He laughed out, Hiruma. His cackles were heard. Sweet. Fine. Agon would go to that game. His trash swindled him.

"Fine." Agon said. "I'll go."

"Good." Hiruma grinned, perking up, holding the phone against his ear again. "We'll go."

Hiruma had a personal driver for them in America. It was nice. Agon deserved to be treated this way. In Japan, they rode nothing but subways and bikes to their destinations and walked. In America, cars were everywhere. It was a nice change of pace. They were in New York. A game was being held at Metlife Stadium.

Panther was playing.

Hiruma wanted to see how much Panther had grown, in the college leagues, as he was fighting in the world of the pros, right now. Hiruma wanted to be there. He looked over at Agon. Agon's attention was caught on passing buildings, as they were big, larger than life, grinning. He smirked. Agon probably didn't want to be playing football every day and night like Hiruma did, but there was that undeniable factor of Agon—

He was an athlete.

They were dropped off at the stadium. As always, it was packed. The game was at 7. They arrived around 5, and picked Agon out something to eat, and shopped around in New York for a while, along Fifth Avenue. Trashes stared left and right as they walked past them, Agon's and Hiruma's faces becoming known, now, as they appeared on TV last night and had become an overnight buzz, almost like in their First Year.

"Over here, Agon and Hiruma!" A man with a camera shouted as they walked together, Agon's hand placed upon Hiruma's hip as always. Agon looked away. Hiruma recognized this as paparazzi. He glocked a grin. The man took a photo.

"Thank you!" He said, before running off. The man spoke English.

Hiruma thought it was always funny how Agon hid his face or turned away from cameras, despite loving attention. He knew Agon didn't seek this type of attention, as he sought attention from trashes in recognizing how great he was; how much he transcended the human realm. Almost like…

Almost like a god.

Agon was such an athlete. It was getting dark out, now. Hiruma and Agon were in Prada. He had grabbed a black caped, trench overcoat, poking his arms through the slits in the middle, wearing it. It was beautiful. It looked good on him, Agon noted. Hiruma wore leather pants and his infamous cow leather wrinkle-lace up shoes. His ankles showed. He wore a black long sleeve tight shirt beneath his jacket. His trash was beautiful.

Agon himself wore a golden chain. He wore a blue and white Moschino custom jacket done for him, as it was sent over from America when Agon woke up in the morning, opening a delivered package on the front of his penthouse's doorstep.

Hope you pursue modeling~! The writing had said on the inside of it, across a note that was folded, now, unfolded as Agon had undone it. Hiruma had explained to him that was a good thing, as the fashion industry had their eyes set on Agon, as he was handsome. They could work this in their favor. Agon smirked. He crushed the note in his hands. He wasn't interested in fashion.

He was interested in football.

Hiruma stroked his hand across Agon's cheek. It was time. They headed over into the stadium, and upon entering, the overhead noted their appearances as they sat down, a few rows back from the front row, where Agon was comfortable, but would move up if Agon felt the need. Hiruma was fine. He had keen eyes. He could see just fine. But, Agon was cool. He would move up if he felt the need to watch.

Or someone caught his eye.

Panther entered the stadium. The crowd went wild, seeing him run across the field and wave, humble. There was a quiet confidence that Panther held that caused his figure to seem so proud in the light, as he stood tall. He played in the game, a starter, and during halftime, he turned around and waved to somebody.

"Who are you waving at?" A team member asked, turning to Panther, growing questionable. Hiruma read their lips from the stands. It was Homer. "Panther, It's growing annoying. Coach is going to get mad if you don't stop."

"Wahh, I can't help it!" Panther laughed aloud, eyes wide. "Shishishi! It's someone I love, of course!"

"Who is it?" Homer faced him. He squinted his eyes at Panther, beginning to grin. He hooked him into the crook of his arm, smirking. "A girl, perhaps?"

"Eyeshield 21! Kobayakawa Sena!"

He waved at him again, grinning, cornrows now long, near his neck. He took off his helmet and smiled. The crowd's camera that had panned over the stadium during the game shown in on helpless Sena, sitting within, about twenty rows behind Agon and Hiruma, zooming in on his previous Lightspeed Running back. Sena wore a yellow parka. He blushed, covering his face, then began to bow, rubbing his bed.

"What am I bowing for...?" Sena asked himself under his breath, asking helplessly. "I don't even know anymore…"

Hiruma looked back at Sena. He had probably hadn't known Hiruma'd visited this game, as he came to scope Panther out. The crowd began to cheer.

"Not only do we have our Super Power House Duo Hiruma Youichi and Agon Kongo in the stadium," The announcer began to say, "but we have Kobayakawa Sena; also known as Eyeshield 21 in the building!"

The crowd went crazy. The Americans had loved the games featuring Agon and Hiruma and Kobayakawa Sena in their fight to the Rice Bowl. In their Second Year, it had grown more popular, as Sena had came back from America and joined. Sena was in town, too. So was Shin. They had been in town for their Interviews with ESPN, just as Agon and Hiruma'd had.

Hiruma watched the game. Agon fell asleep, leaning his head back, growing bored with the game, as in his mind, it was no different from the games Panther usually played for the Armadillos, as they faced a no-name team that had been no good. Some random team named the Jacksonville Jaguars. He snorted. He fell asleep at that point, hearing the name. Hiruma watched.

Panther played a good game, as he was highly skilled, leaping over opponents as they charged at him, carrying the football. His legs truly seemed weightless. It was a game that showcased his strength and speed; his agility; the one of a black man.

The game ended with a score of 35-0.

Agon woke up after halftime, wrapping his arm around the back of Hiruma's chair, lounging, legs spread wide. Agon and Hiruma stood to leave the Stadium, as it began to clear, the game ending with the Armadillos swallowing another win for their home team. As Agon and Hiruma stood to stand, a voice stopped him.

"Hiruma-san!"

Hiruma stopped.

"Huhh…?" He drawled out, turning around, latching a gun on his shoulder. "Is that some annoying fly I hear in my ear?" He dug his pinkie nail in his own. "I don't like noisy flies that mumble."

Hiruma smirked, looking at Sena stand near him; in front of him. He glocked a grin, lounging a black M26 shotgun on his shoulder. His eyebrows arched in a proud way. Sena had came so far. He was no longer his running back-kouhai he knew him as.

Hiruma was 5'9. Sena was 5'2. He had grown an inch since he'd seen him. He laughed to himself. The Japanese's heights were no joke. He looked up at Agon as he turned around, beginning to walk away, hands in his pockets, smirking.

Neither was Agon's.

"See you in the championships," Hiruma began to say to him, eyes wide, turning around, following Agon up the steps. "Fucking Shrimp."

Sena smiled, eyes gleaming.

Enma University had made it to the finals, too. After last year, they didn't make it, almost seeming like a dream, but now, with Sena, Riku, and the name to be heard Raimon Tarou, otherwise known as Monta, they had made that dream into a reality.

They were here.

Agon smirked to himself, walking up the steps. That Shrimp Trash was something else. He admitted to himself he had wanted to see Sena play, as his speed and technical skill had grown since he entered the college league, but, he could do that another time.

During the game in which they played against each other in the Rice Bowl.

Agon and Hiruma went home. Agon slept with Hiruma when they did. Hiruma allowed him into his body, accepting him. They slept together that night, as Hiruma's body rested against his until morning.

Agon had been invited for dinner with the Hall of Famers.

Hiruma rode Agon's dick before noon.

It started off with Agon reaching down below Hiruma and stroking him. Hiruma couldn't help but be beside himself as he moaned, reaching his hand down, touching Agon's as it rubbed his member, arousing him. His cheeks grew flushed. He groaned, gasping, moving Agon's hand with his, leaning his head back against his lover's as he whimpered, Agon feeling his body, beginning to suck down on his neck, dragging his teeth against his ears, tonguing them as his body faced away from Agon, pulling the tips into his mouth, beginning to suck

"Agonne…" Hiruma moaned, closing his eyes. Agon didn't stop. He reached over and began to fondle Hiruma, Hiruma gasping, groping his own dick. He could feel Agon's boner against his thigh. Agon was hard.

Agon nibbled at the base of Hiruma's neck, gnawing on him there, pulling, tugging on his skin. He licked the love bites he gave him, stroking Hiruma slow, a long stripe down the back of his neck that caused him to tremble with an anticipation to grow closer to Agon.

Hiruma drew himself from the bed as Agon pulled himself away from his neck. He drew the sheets up to his chest and stared at Agon as his lover turned over from his side and rested on his back, smirking.

He gave Hiruma the look.

Hiruma grinned. He made a wheezed laugh. He hopped on Agonne's waist and began to hump it, moving his light erection against his.

And it all started there.

Hiruma wore Agon's plain gray crew neck t-shirt. It was loose on his body. He began to reach down and stroke himself, along with Agon, moving his hand up and down against it, making the motions. Agon's hand rested against his, one hand behind his head, watching him.

"Uuuhhhhh…" Hiruma felt weak. His eyebrows slanted. He continued to hump Agon, the intimacy growing painfully exciting in a way, as he began to spill. Agon stroked him. Slow. Hiruma's mouth parted. His ears slanted. Agon continued to touch him.

The phone rang.

Hiruma didn't answer. He continued to masturbate with Agon as cum slicked their fingers. Agon bit his lip, looking up at Hiruma, flicking his gaze upward to look at his lover growing immersed in the pleasure he began to give him. He smirked.

Agon began to groan as Hiruma took control, thumb rubbing against both their cockheads, touching. Hiruma shivered. This was new for him. He moved up against Agon. Agon thrusted against him, wanting more.

"Trash…" he moaned.

The phone rang again.

Hiruma leaned forward and began to hump as Agon grabbed his hand, lurching it against his pelvis, allowing their penises to touch, rubbing against one another, exciting each other. Agon leaned his head back and began to groan as Hiruma rubbed him with his left hand, longer, faster, stronger, better

"Trash…!" Agon moaned.

His dreads displayed themselves across the pillow sheets. Hiruma was stroking him so good. He stroked himself, holding his hand. He could feel himself drip, allowing himself to become soaked in the pleasure as Hiruma leaked all over him—

"Agonne…!" Hiruma pleaded, eyes rolling into the back of his head, fading into a lighter shade of blue. He continued to stroke them, pumping his fist, moaning. He couldn't believe it. He was masturbating. With Agon Kongo, causing him to groan.

Now his Fucking Boyfriend.

The phone rang again, for the last time.

Hiruma answered, picking it up from the line. He huffed, breath hard as Agon stroked the two, slicking his fingers inside of his body while he was preoccupied. He groaned. He could hardly catch his breath…!

He heard talking on the other line, but hardly could focus himself to hear as Agon had grabbed him by the waist and positioned Hiruma over his erected dick, continuing to finger him. Hiruma was shaking. He was following him in tow. His line was on mute. He ended the phone call.

He slowed down onto Agon, riding him fast as Agon's thrusts begged for it, ramming his insides, racking him full of cum. He moaned. His eyes beat the back of his eyelids as he continued to ride him, slamming hard, saliva dripping from his mouth.

The phone rang again.

Hiruma reached over and picked it up. He slouched forward, letting Agon pound into him as he pleased, harshly as he could only feel his lover inside him.

"Uhhh…" Hiruma couldn't help but find himself moaning as he was caught in the immersed pleasure his lover was giving him. He rubbed himself, reaching down, noticing Agon's hands had left him for his sides, slamming his body back down on top of his dick. Agon's hand had joined him soon enough, seconds passing by, holding his palm over his dick as he stroked himself.

"Uhhh…!"

He heard, "Brat." and, "Lousy." Before he hung up the line and found it more beneficial to figure it out later as Agon was ramming him in the ass and he found it hard to focus. He could hardly concentrate. His mind was scattered.

Hiruma's head rested against Agon's neck as Agon took over, pumping into his waist, hard. Hiruma moaned aloud, loud, lifting his head, feeling Agon move in him more rougher as he continued to ride his lover, shouting, screaming, "Yes…!" Into the sky. He was screaming so loud his voice shook.

Hiruma's breath came down hard on Agon's face. Agon fucked him exigently. And fast. And long. Hiruma could hardly escape from the immersed pleasure Agon gave him, as he lost control, feeling Agon deep in his body, vicious.

He cried out. His voice strained. A vein popped from his neck. Sweat beaded down his forehead. Agon continued to stroke him, his member. Hiruma moaned into his neck and cried, pleading with him, eyes shut, rolling into the back of his head, opening.

Agon came within him.

Hiruma came within his hand. His chin rested on Agon's collarbone, looking blankly at the sky, eyes a pure light blue, blank, rolled into the backs of his head. Agon touched him, finishing his impulses within his body before pulling out. Hiruma felt Agon's member move in and out of him, cloaked with cum, as he had came within him.

Hiruma filled with warmth.

Hiruma shivered. His mouth hung open. Agon continued to touch him. His eyes were rolled into the backs of his head. Saliva dripped from the corners of his mouth.

He remained there. Still.

Agon continued to stroke him.

It had lasted 7 minutes.

It had been five minutes since Agon and Hiruma came simultaneously, and the duo spent two resting against one another, breathing hard, which was really Hiruma, who hadn't gotten a chance to catch his breath!

"You bastard." Hiruma cursed at him. "Making me this way… I should kill you. I should shoot your ass. I should shoot your ass a million kazillion times and send you to the edges of hell and never return for making me weak. I can't walk, you idiot."

Agon rode within him again, wanting another round. A whispery breath had came from Hiruma. He began to quietly moan in his ear, feeling Agon move within his insides.

The phone rang.

As they began, Hiruma picked it up. "Hello?" He asked, appearing polite, goofy, grinning ear to ear. "Who is this? Hiruma residence! Kekekeke!"

"Brat," A familiar voice said on the other end of the line, "I would hope you've finished your business, by now, as you're in America, now. Act appropriately, brat."

"Fuck, me…!" Hiruma had whispered harshly to Agon, pleading, as his lover grew more unrestrained. He moaned towards him, leaning down. Agon followed in tow.

"You coming to dinner, Brat?" Clifford had asked on the other line harshly, wanting an answer as Hiruma put his end of the line on mute, reaching over, pressing a red button on the private home's phone, returning to Agon. "Or are you too hung up on your man that shocked the face of the world last night?"

Hiruma could hear Clifford's British accent coming through the phone's speaker, growing pompous, arrogant. Hiruma decided to put him on speaker, putting the phone down.

Dinner? Hiruma thought to himself. He hadn't heard anything about a dinner. Were they invited?

They had been invited.

Hiruma read the cue card they had been given last night after Agon had finished him off, growing restless, tired, napping. He sat in bed with his arms folded behind his head, probably thinking about the sex Hiruma just gave him. He was. Hiruma stood by the counter, reading the card Clifford spoke about during the call.

He remembered. When they returned to their private space, they received a golden card laced in golden ribbons. Their driver was requested to give it to them as they returned home. Huh. So that's what it was. He had been so focused on having sex with Agon and being thrown into bed he hadn't payed much attention to it, and set it off for morning. Huh. He began to laugh.

"Fucking Dread," He hummed aloud to himself. "Looks like we got a dinner… Kekekeke…! Looks like someone has to get dressed."

Agon snorted. "No," he said. "I don't."

"You can join me in the shower," Hiruma taunted, turning around, letting the cad rest on the face of the counter. "After you read the card. Be ready by six."

Hiruma entered the bathroom and shut the door behind him, locking it. Agon cursed. He sat up. Now, this trash was really pissing him off. He wasn't trying to do any flashy appearances tonight like Hiruma wanted! He just wanted to stay home.

And fuck Hiruma.

Technically, he thought, he could. Hiruma said to join him in the shower after he read the card. He got up, tearing the sheets off of him, and read it.

They had been invited to the Hall of Fame.

It was an Athlete's Brunch that was being held. Many memorable athletes were going to be going there. Some, included in the Hall of Fame. Americans had recognized Agon's strength. The dinner was being held at six. He smirked.

He'd go, really for Hiruma, but, for himself, too. Athletes were going to be there. Agon couldn't help but feel the fire burning within him. He set the card down. He retreated to the bathroom.

The door was unlocked.

Hiruma had only locked the door to get him out of bed, and now that Agon had finally read the card… Kukuku…

Hiruma laughed to himself, too.

He washed his hair. Watching Hiruma get prepared for dinner was almost magic, and unbelievable, as he had a jar of gel he used to gel his hair back and get it to spike. Hiruma's hair was long, as it could naturally hold a spike, and naturally spiked anyway without him having to anything, but, Agon realized Hiruma had a beauty routine. Agon graced his dreads with olive oil. Hiruma turned over and looked from drawing the winged tips under his eyes. He had been doing this since he was 11.

"What?" Agon asked, noticing. "Trash."

"Let me gel them." Hiruma said to him, assertive, eyes wide. Hiruma had big eyes. Sometimes, he gave Agon this weird look where his eyes grew all big and he had bags under them, almost like they were about to twitch, lips thin.

He was giving him that look now.

"Stop that, trash." Agon told him, turning away, back to his dreads. Hiruma held himself coarsely, eyes slitting into closed spaces, like some type of wise-guy, opening up into a light hearted smile.

"Oh," Hiruma began to say, holding his stomach. They were still in the bathroom. "You don't want me to gel them, do you?"

"Gel?" Agon thought aloud. He looked at his grease. "You mean, grease, trash?"

Hiruma was so out of it from the frequent sex that he was losing it. He was already going senile. At 19. The bathroom fogged with their pastime the couple spent in the shower. There, Agon had been held by Hiruma, where Hiruma cradled him against his chest, Like a mom.

Agon remembered a conversation he had with his dad, once.

"Here, boy," He had said to him, handing him Oakley Juliet's. "Wear 'em."
Agon stared down at them. He was on his father's porch in the backwoods of the Philippines. He had came over to visit him for two days after his family sent him off to… not be around Unsui. He had had too many freak outs, which caused Unsui to struggle with his school work, as he didn't understand where the sudden outbursts were coming from. Agon didn't, either. He was 7. He didn't know. It had been three years since their mom died. His eyes were wide. His hair was blond, back then, before he dyed it to black, as it began to change color, causing him to flip out.

He didn't understand. Why he was different.

"You're sensitive to light, right?" His father chewed on a toothpick; hair black. "A minor setback. Your mother and 'em won't understand. They don't get it. What's it like to be a God."

"God?" Agon peered down at the lenses. "I bet he ain't see nothin like me."

The both of them grinned at each other, laughing.

"You're a damn photophobic," His father began to say, now sitting down in his rocking chair, walking over to it. "But, that's okay." He patted his thigh. "C'mere, boy." Agon came over and sat on his lap. He still stared at his lenses. They were blue. Agon's eyes were green, then. His father rocked him back and forth, wearing a straw hat, looking at the coast of the sun. "A Minor setback. No biggie. All Great Athletes have setbacks."

"Setbacks?"
"Your ADHD, child. Notice the most musical of geniuses and prodigies, gods of their time, have setbacks that humans don't understand. They call 'em that. Mental Disorders. Things that the humans can't understand that hold spiritual components to their talent. Terry Bradshaw. Had ADD; won four Superbowls. Played quarterback for the Pittsburgh Steelers. You know what he played? Football,"
"Football?"
"Football." His father nodded. "A lotta athletes have what you have, Agon. Don't make 'em humans make you feel small for what you have. Your PTSD; ADHD, freaks 'em out. Don't worry. It's a blessing. Not a curse. You're a god, compared to them."

A God, huh?
Compared to people like Unsui.

Agon had always felt within himself he was different. Unsui never understood that mindset Agon had of being different from everyone else. Agon was outcasted. His mind was different. So was Hiruma's. They were bred to succeed.

Agon thought to himself. He grabbed the jar of grease. "You want to grease my scalp," He turned to Hiruma. "Trash?"

Hiruma's eyes lit up. They shimmered.

Agon sat on the toilet. Hiruma's rough fingers rubbed the grease through his thick, black, long hair. His claws scraped his scalp. Agon smirked. It was hard not to get turned on, as Hiruma's presence alone excited him.

He was submissive.

Agon was sitting below Hiruma, something he had never done. Agon wouldn't mind following Hiruma. As captain. He trusted him.

Trust.

That was something he hadn't felt in a long time.

Agon remembered when his mom died. He remembered how rough it was on him, how nobody understood what it was like to grow up and not have your mom there, when once, she was, and you had to see her decay, at such a young age.

"We'll be together, Agon!" She promised, holding his pinkie. "Promise?"

Agon remembered that day. He had been at the park. Kids wouldn't play with him. Said he was too rough. Parents complained that Agon creeped kids out, playing by himself, kicking a soccer ball, and when offered to play, he would be too… 'aggressive'. That was the term they used. With Agon.

Viscious.

"I'll play with you!" His mom spoke up, light hearted, laughing. She kicked the soccer ball with him upon her ankles, balancing it. She was good. "I'll be your opponent."

She dropped the ball.

"You suck!" Agon blurted out, snorting. He began to laugh. She followed him into it. He picked the soccer ball up and began to balance it on his knees, playing with it. He found himself performing tricks for his mom as she went back to grab a blanket from her picnic basket, coughing. Agon stared. He stopped playing.

"Yay~! Agon~!" She cheered, raising her fist, watching him. "You go! You'll be a superstar when you grow up! I can't wait to see it, when you become successful, find a girl you love, " She began to sniffle, wiping her fake tears from her cheek.

"Mom…" Agon snorted, rolling his eyes. "Stop that."

"What?" She asked. "Being your mom?"

"No," he said, smirking. "Sucking."

They both began to laugh. Agon's mom knew Agon didn't make friends easily. Other's didn't understand him. Agon didn't go to school. They found it more beneficial for Agon to be home schooled, as opposed to Unsui, someone who could blend in.

Agon was a genius.

Agon held her pinkie.

"Yeah!"

She died.

Agon stared at the wall, blank. Hiruma ran his fingers through his hair, smoothing them over, breathing soft, exhaling. A tear fell from Agon's eye. He rested his head against the wall, now, behind him, leaning towards it.

Hiruma hugged him.

Agon began to cry. He almost started to break into a sob. Pain was felt in his chest. He clenched his teeth, gritting them in anger in… pain. He broke into a sob.

"Why did my mommy leave me…" He started. He covered his hands over his eyes. "Why did my Mommy leave me?!"

He screamed.

"Why did my mommy have to leave me?!" He cried out. "Why?! Why?! I didn't have any friends…!" He leaned forward, sagging into the palms of his hands, bawling. "I was all alone! I was by myself… and she left me! I didn't have anybody! No one was there for me…! They let me cry myself to sleep, they let me be in that state, without her…! She was the only one that played… with me. And she left...!" He gritted his teeth. "She left me. Damn it!" He leaned his head against the wall and gritted his teeth in pain, balling his fist. "Why did she leave me alone...?! Why did my mommy leave me alone?!"

He hugged his stomach, rocking back and forth, almost pacing in a way, in his seat. He broke into a sob.

This was hard. Hiruma originally thought at first, tearing up. Hearing Agon. In this way. He had seen Kurita cry. He had seen how broken hearted he got when no one would come to the Football Club and how he cried, reaching the end result, in their first year, no one was going to join. But, this. This was a hard pill to swallow.

It was because he could feel Agon's pain.

His anger. His sadness. His emotion. Agon was four, back then, when his mom died. He remembered everything. He got why it was so hard, for Agon to shake out of it.

Agon couldn't. He knew this realization within himself. It was almost as if Agon… was broken inside, but once fine china plates were broken, they couldn't be fixed that easily, instead, only doing what the best with what they had left.

Agon was fragmented.

Scattered, at this point. Almost like a cracked plate, getting chipped away every moment. Agon did his best. With his Mental Disorders. Hiruma knew. They were just a part of who he was. Agon's Anxiety caused him to internalize things deeper, than anyone.

Agon placed his head against Hiruma's shoulders as his lover sat across him, wrapping his arms around his neck, hugging him. He held him within his own body. Agon let his head drop, dreads falling over his face, sad. His forehead was felt deep in Hiruma's shoulder, in that crook of his neck that the dragon always seemed to like.

Hiruma held him.

He rocked him back and forth, humming a song to him. Any song. Hiruma's tone was soft. It was felt against the dragon, as he felt it inside of him, within his soul. Hiruma was so… compassionate in these moments. Agon was felt against him. Hiruma rocked his body. He hummed against his neck.

Hiruma rested his head there.

The both of them sat. In silence. They held one another. The dragon held the demon in his arms, as they both sought reconciliation within one another.

Agon racked Hiruma back and forth.

He began to cry.

It was sad. Agon. Him. In Hiruma's mind, he had gone through so much pain, that Agon, and others didn't understand him. Hiruma almost wondered at what point did the pain stop.

It never did. Pain was always in your life, but, it made you stronger. Hiruma needed this. To see this side of Agon he had kept bottled away for so long; that he hid from others. Agon didn't tell Hiruma that he used to cry alone in his closet when he was 5. Agon never showed Unsui any tears. Unsui remembered the day their Mom's funeral was held.

Agon didn't cry.

All he did was stare at her casket with blank eyes, face dead. It was almost as if Agon… shuttered into a new Agon, and never shook out of it.

Looking at the picture frame of their dead mom.

She was really dead. Agon thought in his head, looking at the casket. She's not coming back. Huh.

"Stop crying, Unsui." Agon had told Unsui, grabbing his brother's head as Unsui sobbed. "She won't be coming back."

"Agon!" Unsui turned to him, sobbing, snot dripping out his nose. He held something. Pink was her favorite color. Pink roses were held in his tiny hands. "Stop…! How could you be so…"

Agon looked at him. His eyes were gray.

He didn't speak.

It began to rain.

Unsui remembered feeling hatred towards Agon, anger for being that way at their mother's funeral, because he wasn't wrong, and never was, but something about that look Agon gave him…

It scared him.

It showed such a deep side to his brother that he never spoke about it to anyone. Agon's gaze was deep. It was as if almost… he wanted to cry, but couldn't. He couldn't find the tears within himself. It was as if almost…

He didn't have any.

Hiruma let Agon sleep in for the day, as this morning had been rough on him. He let him sleep in till 12, where he woke him up, sitting across his bedspread. Agon woke with a smile, feeling his presence.

"Hey, baby." He grinned, greeting. He sat up some, turning up. "What's up? Kukuku…"

Hiruma smirked.

"It's a surprise…" He grinned, cocking his head to the side, pressing his fingertips together. "Kekekekeke… Get up."
Agon did. He got up from the bed. Hiruma told him to get dressed. Agon didn't know where he was going, but, that was part of the surprise, as Hiruma led him down the street, Agon changed into a fresh black bomber jacket from Moschino and lounge pants, wearing flip flops, his chest exposed, open.

"You're really going to wish you didn't dress so lazy." Hiruma laughed to him, looking across his shoulder. Hiruma cackled to himself, cheeky. Agon leered, glancing over at Hiruma through his shades. He scooted over and picked him up. Hiruma laughed aloud into the air and himself as Agon carried him down the street.

"Here!" Hiruma pointed to a nearby street, as Agon turned a left. "Drop us off here, Fucking Dread! Kekeke!"

Agon dropped him.

Hiruma landed on his feet. Agon looked up at the shop they stood in front outside. Hiruma stood next to him. He smirked to himself. Agon's jaw dropped.

"What the hell?" Agon asked. His mouth hung.

It was a tattoo shop.

Hiruma grinned to himself.

"C'mon, Fucking Dread," Hiruma took his hand, chewing the end of a stick of gum he held in his own. "Let's go inside…! Kekekeke!"

Agon didn't budge.

Hiruma had something planned. Like always. He let Hiruma lead him, stepping one foot forward slowly at a time. Hiruma giggled to himself.

"We're here!" He announced, entering the shop, eyes wide.

His trash was crazy. Hiruma wore a black windbreaker that had the word SECURITY printed in white letters across the back of it along with black mesh sports leggings and Nike Roshe 1's. A black beanie was over his head. The jacket was Agon's. Agon's snorted to himself. He couldn't believe it.

His trash was planning on getting a tattoo.

"Nope…" Hiruma played with Agon's hair. "Kekekeke… Your turn. Time for you to pay for not playing for almost a year in college, Fucking Dread…! Kekeke!"

He was talking about their First-Year in college.

The shop's keeper came up to them. The duo. "What may I do for you, today?" He asked, eyes squinting, clasping his hands together, politely. "Are you looking to get matching best friend tattoos? Or perhaps even a lover's matching tattoo, hm? Which one are we doing today?"
"Not today," Hiruma answered back in English. He continued playing with Agon's hair, looking over him. Agon clenched his teeth, growing irritated. What was it?! "We're looking for something else."

"What is it?"

"He's getting some piercings."

Hiruma looked at him.

The type of gaze Hiruma gave Agon he couldn't describe. It was a wise guy's gaze, one that showed the cracks in his smile, the glitter in his eyes, as they squinted.

Agon smirked.

"Wonderful," The shop keeper clapped his hands together. "Follow me then and I'll set you two up, hm?"
Hiruma began to cackle. Agon thought part of Hiruma actually believed he was getting away with this. Agon snorted. Piercings weren't new to him. He had them in high school, at the beginning of Second Year. He had gotten dreads to cover them, as they ran down the ring of his ears in spines, but, had taken them out because they didn't look cool. They looked cool on him, of course, but just not for the time. He had grown out of them.

Hiruma licked his ear.

Agon shivered. He looked over at his trash as he stood next to a piercing shelf, glancing at the types of piercings he was going to choose for Agon to get. Agon didn't mind. He lounged along, sticking his hands in his pockets. They could be dermal or cheek piercings.

Hiruma eyed certain ones.

"Hmmm… I wonder which ones to get," He pondered aloud, taunting Agon. "Better pay attention, My Fucking Dread. I'm leaning more towards the dermal ones… or even… I might just get you penis piercings if you misbehave against my will, again…! Kekekeke!"

Hiruma hugged his stomach, laughing, voice growing hoarse.

Agon gulped.

Okay, now, he was a li' worried. Just a lil' bit. Not too much. His trash was his trash. He knew the ways Hiruma taunted. He wouldn't do that. He was bluffing

"I think we'll go with these." Hiruma said, pointing to the penis piercings.

"Trash!" Agon shouted.

Hiruma cackled along to himself.

"You sure?" The shopkeeper asked aloud, placing his hands upon his cheeks. "I think these will be a nice pair for him." He pointed to another pair of piercings. "See? Might fit him well."
"No." Hiruma said aloud. "I know what I want. Here. Take these." He pointed to a pair of silver barbell nipple piercings. He smirked. "I like these ones. I think they'd look good on him, don't you think, Fucking Dread?"
He looked back at him.

"Tch." Agon sucked his teeth, looking away.

"We'll go with these," Hiruma confirmed, nodding his head. He pointed to another pair of piercings. This one was single. "And that."

Agon ended up getting a pair of nipple piercings and one tongue piercing the same day.

"Lemme see!" Hiruma had cackled aloud, peering over Agon's shoulder once he was done. Hiruma was strangely excited today. "Stick out your tongue today or I'm going to barf! Kekekeke!"

Agon stuck out his tongue.

Hiruma laughed. He hugged his stomach and rolled over on his back, still in the shop. His voice was running out because he had been laughing so much lately during their time there and was getting over his flu, still. Agon snorted, turning his head away from the mirror.

Hiruma and Agon left the shop. The total of the piercings and installment was around $150, as they were premium. Agon didn't mind. He zipped up his jacket. Hiruma zipped down his jacket. Agon zipped up his jacket. Hiruma zipped it down.

They began to fight.

"Stop it, trash…!" Agon said to Hiruma, shoving him off of him, beginning to wrestle. Hiruma began to laugh. Agon did, too. He was having fun. "Kukuku, trash…!"
Back in the shop, Hiruma handed the shopkeeper American dollars from his wallet. It was one $100 bill and two 20's, along with one 10. He paid the shopkeeper. Hiruma smirked. He was stacked. Agon smirked, too. Hiruma and Agon got paid yearly for their participation in the Football Club at college. Hiruma usually watched over their finances as he was analytical and let Agon spend his money whenever he wanted, as it was his money in his pocket, not Hiruma's, but the two never struggled with financial situations like Ikkyu, as he budgeted poorly.

Agon scoffed. He was a poor college student. Agon'd have to teach him how to budget correctly, for once, as Ikkyu swatted any bill he saw for himself and stuck to ramen noodles, proud.

Agon gleamed.

Hiruma and Agon exited from the store. Agon zipped up his jacket. It was chilly outside. He got cold easily. Hiruma came next to him. He stared. Hiruma stared ahead, eyes… soft. He lounged a gun on his shoulder.

Agon pulled him close to his waist, wrapping his arm around his shoulder.

Hiruma unzipped his jacket.

"Trash…!"

Hiruma laughed.