Agon and Hiruma were staying in New York for Two Weeks.

Agon hated it. Hiruma took off two weeks of every year to focus on modeling jobs like walking for Givenchy, or doing publicity campaigns, or even interviews. Agon didn't like time had come. Hiruma packed his bags. He groaned.

Hiruma loved it.

He absolutely lived for these two weeks. He loved the flashiness of the cameras, the bright lights, the excitement in the air—! Oh, he couldn't wait ! Excitement filled his stomach.

Of course, Agon was still in bed.

Agon wasn't excited. He was in bed, still. He wasn't one for cameras. He had always been that way, Hiruma knew. Agon had always turned his face away from cameras or avoided interviews long since Hiruma could remember. Agon had been avoiding them the entire year.

Which were why the two were going.

Agon didn't like them. Because Agon didn't like them, Hiruma set up two weeks of every year to do them and opportunities alike. Agon wasn't one for interviews, neither was he one for photoshoots, or modeling, but America had thought he was, and called Hiruma and Mamori on a nonstop daily basis, just to have the two enlisted in their campaigns.

Now the time had come.

Hiruma set off these two weeks for a reason. Agon and him would be walking in a joint show and do a photoshoot together sponsoring Givenchy. That was the least of their worries the two faced going to New York. They would be doing interviews together.

They had 2, Agon knew. One was Sports—and the other was Personal. Hiruma told him this last night when they returned from Shirahama, going to bed.

"We're going to New York, my Agonne," Hiruma confessed to him, lying awake in bed with him. He slept against Agon's body, on his side, Agon against him, strong. He grasped Agonne's hand near his stomach, holding it. His gaze titled towards the ceiling. "We have modeling jobs to do, my Fucking Dread, which means we'll be leaving there, tomorrow. For Two weeks, we'll be there, my Agonne."

Hiruma had made sure Agon heard him. He was dozing off. Agon only waved him off, that night, looking away, snorting. He didn't like it, which was part of the reason why Agon was still lying in bed, watching Hiruma pack his stuff, getting ready. Hiruma hadn't told Agon he scheduled these two interviews for another reason.

So he could keep an eye on him.

"We're going to New York, my Agonne," Hiruma grinned, explaining to him. He flashed his fangs, putting his hands on his hips. "How about that?"

Agon didn't answer. The two weeks were here. The two were free for three weeks until the Finale came to the Fight in the Rice Bowl next month. These next two weeks would be spent in New York, on business.

And modeling.

Agon groaned.

"C'mon, my Agonne." Hiruma said to him, standing above his duffle bag. He laughed. He perched a black M16 against his shoulders. "We're going to be late. We must leave. Hurry. Kekeke."

Agon stroked his fingers through his hair. He groaned again. He really didn't want to go. He shut his eyes. It was six in the morning. It would be a long flight. It always was. Hiruma being there would make it less unbearable, but…

"Agonne…" Hiruma hopped against him in bed, leaning towards his ear. He hummed in it. "Wake up."

Agon looked at him. His eyes snapped open. Hiruma looked into his eyes. They were golden, he realized. Agon groaned again. He rolled over, shutting them. Hiruma stilled.

Agon was off his medication. Hiruma knew this, which was part of the reason why they were going. Agon couldn't be alone, which was why Hiruma had decided to take him with him. Agon's pills lay empty on the counter. Agon couldn't get a refill of his prescription medication until next Tuesday. That was the reason why Hiruma was going to New York.

A distraction.

Agon's dad couldn't take care of him. He was elderly, and a family friend was already helping with his stay at Kanto. Unsui was doing Secret Training in the Mountains preparing for the Rice Bowl with his team, Enma, so he couldn't look after him, but he offered Agon a spot on the team for these two weeks if he wanted to join, so he could watch over him.

Hiruma stilled. He doesn't want to join , Hiruma said in his head, spitting, early morning with grimace, looking at Agon in bed. He was still sleeping, he saw. He was on the phone with his brother Unsui. He's sick.

Hiruma's eyes lingered on him. It was such a nuisance talking to Unsui sometimes, Hiruma felt inside himself, saying. His lipped thinned with anger. He was always so difficult to speak to, which was why he didn't want to do it in the first place. But, Agon needed to be somewhere safe. While he was off of his medication.

"He can't stay with you?" Hiruma asked, again.

"He can," Unsui said, over the line. "But, we're training. Agon doesn't get along with others, and I can't promise the teammates that they'll be safe. He puts everyone at risk, and I'm not sure a team atmosphere is good for him, after all, he does separate and isolate himself from others. I wouldn't be able to watch him like that. He can participate, Hiruma, but we're going to be shifting camp sites and constantly moving until we get to various checkpoints. I don't think it'll be a good place for him."

Hiruma heard Koutarou in the background, yelling.

Unsui paused, for a moment. "Seems I have to go," Unsui said, sighing. He stilled, suddenly. "I can manage a couple minutes, but… What's… Wrong with him?"

Hiruma almost hung up the phone. He didn't.

"No," Hiruma said. "It's alright. It's alright. I'll go ask your father."

Hiruma already did. He hung up the phone. No one could take care of him. Hiruma was originally walking for Givenchy, and would be leaving for it to walk on Friday, but Agon couldn't be left alone in this state. Hiruma was pissed. Why couldn't Agon's family just be there for him, right now?! He almost kicked the cabinet, but—

Agon mumbled in his sleep.

"Hiruma…" he said, rolling over. He moaned his name again, sleeping. He snored, soft. Hiruma stopped. He stilled. Agon wanted him. Hiruma walked towards him. That was fine, Hiruma said, sitting across their bedspread, sighing. Hiruma would stay with him. He loved him. He stroked his fingers through his hair, almost laughing, looking at his sleeping face, eyes soft. Not many people could handle his Agon, which was fine, because Hiruma could just take care of him, instead, but, Agon had run out of medication.

It was alright, Hiruma tried to tell himself, in a panic, looking around the penthouse for Agon's bags, turning them over, getting up. Agon had to have some spares—

He didn't.

Hiruma tried to call the pharmacists and ask again how soon he could get the medication, if they could move around any dates, but they couldn't. It wasn't physically possible. The medicine wouldn't be coming in until next Tuesday, which was about a week and a half from now. Hiruma hated this. He looked at Agon.

He felt pathetic. He wanted to cry. He couldn't care for him in the ways he needed. And he couldn't leave Agon alone. That was why he was taking him with him. To watch out for him. To see if he was okay. Agon knew this, rolling over in bed, seeing Hiruma's gaze, opening his eyes, but didn't say anything. He only simply rolled over and fell asleep, closing his eyes.

He heard the conversations with Unsui.

He was awake the entire time.

"My Agonne," Hiruma came against him in bed, rubbing his shoulder, suddenly. He woke him up. Agon looked over at him. "Please, wake up. I must speak with you,"

Hiruma wasn't one to beg, unless he was getting fucked by him, kukuku, but... this wasn't a laughing matter. Agon turned over. He opened his eyes. Hiruma looked at him. He would be okay, Agon wanted to say. What did that trash Hiruma not understand about that?

Hiruma was worried.

He had concern in his eye. Around Agon, Hiruma had failed to cover up anything. Perhaps, he didn't want to. He simply felt open with him.

It was a privilege gained from intimacy.

Raw emotion.

He loved Agon.

Agon looked back up. Hiruma's eyes watered, looking at him. He felt like a loser. He couldn't even provide medication for Agon, something he needed , which was why he felt helpless.

He covered his eyes.

I'm sorry, Agonne. His tone seemed to say. He was wearing Agon's white t-shirt and house slippers, crying on the edge of the bed. Agon sat up. He pulled Hiruma close to him, hugging him tight, near his chest, holding him as Hiruma cried silently into the palm of his own hands, tears dripping down his wrist.

I'm going to be okay. Agon wanted to tell him, trying to speak up. He couldn't. He didn't know how. He didn't know what it was like to go through medication withdrawal. He had never been on it in the first place. How would he know? The longest time he had been on medication was when he was seven, which he threw it away, after taking it for two weeks before deeming it as trash, tossing it into the waste basket.

He grabbed it out of the garbage can.

He couldn't throw this away. Even Agon knew this was something he needed . He clutched it tightly in his hand. This was why he kept it all these years. He wasn't an idiot shrimp like that trash Sena or monkey Monta. It was something he needed , which is why—

He kept it.

Hiruma pulled away. He removed his hands from his eyes. He looked at Agon. His eyes glistened with tears.

"I'm so sorry, my Agonne." He said to him, almost sobbing. He sighed, shaking. He looked away. He couldn't look him in the eye. His hands clasped together against his knees. "I… couldn't get a hold of them." That wasn't the reason, Agon knew, but that was good enough for now. He pulled Hiruma close to him. "I couldn't… get your medication—"

Hiruma's voice choked.

"It's… okay." Agon struggled to say, saying. He spoke up. His gaze didn't meet Hiruma's eyes. They glistened navy blue. "You… tried, didn't you?"

Hiruma looked up at him.

"Don't… give up because you think you can't win," he said. "You said you couldn't get the medication until next Tuesday, right? You tried. It wasn't preventable. You… haven't lost yet."

Hiruma smiled, weary.

Hiruma packed up to leave. He was packing Agonne's stuff, too. He was searching around for a spare pair of lounge pants Agon could wear on the plane as they were together. He perked up, seeing a deodorant stick, and packed it. It was the one thing he had forgotten to pack Agon when he left last time.

A tear fell from his cheek. He quickly wiped it away before Agon could look at him, getting up. Agon didn't tell Hiruma he had seen him cry. He only yawned, getting dressed, putting on a shirt.

Hiruma wore a red and white starter jacket with black sports leggings and white and red Jordan 6's, a black sports bra on him, matching. Agon looked at him.

Hiruma was hot, he said. He was dressed to go . They were taking a flight over at 7:30 in the morning. It was six, now. Hiruma looked at Agon. Agon had sat down, settling himself in bed. He wore blue Lebron 13's and gray sweatpants, his black muscle t-shirt tight on his skin. He stared up at the ceiling, aimlessly, spacing out. His glasses were nowhere to be found.

Hiruma decided to leave him when Agon rolled over, depressed. Agon wouldn't recognize it, but, Hiruma hoped it was just only a fluke.

He knew it wasn't.

Agon got up. Hiruma looked. It was around 7. He got up from bed and took a shower, clearing his head, combing his hair, getting dressed again. Hiruma showered with him.

Agon wore a black Yeezus Tour jacket and jeans, wearing Nike Men's Air Penny 6 Red Suedes. He grabbed the coffee next to him on the counter Hiruma had stepped out of the shower early to make him, getting ready. He kissed his cheek.

Hiruma smiled. He wore a black beanie. He was wearing Agon's black leather sleeved jacket with a sports bra and black leggings, feeling warm. Agon's kiss was still hot on his cheek. He had on matching shoes that paired with Agon's. Agon remembered going on a date with Hiruma and bought them for him at the end of it, grinning, showing up with a bouquet of red flowers and a box of shoes, snickering.

Hiruma looked at him. Agon was grabbing his black duffel bag, shifting it over his shoulders, getting ready to leave. Agon would be fine. He was looking for his glasses. Hiruma almost laughed. In fact, he did.

"Kekeke, My Fucking Dread!" Hiruma howled in laughter, holding his stomach. "They're in the sink, you dumb fuck!"

Agon frowned. He looked over. Sure enough, they were. He grunted, putting them on his face, wiping them off. He glared at Hiruma from underneath the purple lenses.

"C'mon, Hiruma ." Agon spoke of his name like it was a foreign word. "Let's leave so I can fuck your ass on the plane."

Hiruma bit his lip. He liked the sound of that.

When they got on the plane, Agon sure kept his promise. The first thing he did was grab Hiruma's body, throwing him against the sheets on the bed in the back corner, coming over him, growling in his ear.

"I wanna fuck you so bad …" He said into him, biting on the tip of his ear, Hiruma gasping. " Trash . Fucking let me get inside your body…"

Agon's hands rubbed Hiruma's inner thigh, spreading his legs. Hiruma moaned, feeling Agon above his fabric. He had an erection. Hiruma did, too.

They were flying first class. There was a TV and a couch in the far corner, bed curtains covering the mattress some, to allow privacy in a circular ring, and a small dining table in the other corner, near the windows, where the two could eat, side by side or across from each other in cushioned chairs.

It was perfect.

Hiruma kissed Agon's lips. Agon humped against him, stroking his leg, breaking away, seeing the ways Hiruma gasped, huffing, struggling to take his leggings off as Agon was above him, prying into his pants, touching him inside.

" Huh…! " Hiruma's head leant towards the sky as Agon grabbed hold of his member and continued to rub him within his leggings, stroking him. " Agonne! "

Hiruma grabbed his hand within them. He began to masturbate with him, too, showing him the ways in which he wanted to be touched. Agon got it.

He wanted to be touched, too.

Agon unbuckled his pants. He pressed his member against Hiruma's and began to rub himself against him, groaning, thumbing over both their cockheads, precum spilling from both sides.

" Uhhh…! " Hiruma let Agon take over, stroking the two of them, licking his lips, turning his head to the side against the sheets, moaning. Agon dipped his head down and began to suck on Hiruma, hard. " My Agonne…! "

Agonne had been wanting to do this all day . He sucked on Hiruma, diligently, running his tongue down his shaft, stroking himself with one hand as he did, holding Hiruma steady with the other, rubbing his inner thigh, moaning. He could already feel himself spilling.

Shit. Agon cursed in his head. He wanted to do so much to Hiruma! He humped his thigh, getting horny, holding himself, beginning to groan. He stared up at Hiruma.

You can do it all, Hiruma said to him, through his body language, letting Agon have him. He took off his shoes, biting his lip. We were made to love, Agon.

Hiruma tugged off his pants. He took off his jacket and sports bra, letting Agon lick him, naked. Agon tugged the bed curtain around them, to cover their intimacy, as it was sacred, and not something meant for those with lingering eyes to see.

Agon licked Hiruma in the ass, eyes almost rolling in the back of his head, tonguing his lover deep, growing hot. Hiruma's ass was held by his own two hands against his face, licking him affectionately, gripping him tight.

" Uhh…! " Hiruma moaned against the sheets, shutting his eyes. His lips parted, on his back, as Agon moved between his legs, licking him. He placed his hands into his dreadlocks and began to hold them, feeling Agon tounge within him deep, groaning.

Agon advanced into Hiruma, further.

Hiruma's toes curled. This is what he wanted . To be with Agon, licking his hole deep, one. His fist tightened into tight balls, holding Agon against him, an attempt to bear with the unmeasurable intimacy Agon was giving him, tonguing his asshole thoroughly, probing him.

Agon's drive was immeasurable. His tongue stroked Hiruma's walls hard, rubbing him, feeling inside of him at a depth that caused Hiruma's eyes to roll into the back of his head, feeling him inside. They turned a pale shade of blue, feeling Agon lick into him.

" Agonne… " Hiruma moaned, in a hushed whisper, looking upward at the ceiling lights. They were all a blur to him, seeming to shift into one another as Hiruma became drowned within the intimacy, cum dripping down his thighs, Agon licking in between them, rubbing his thumb deep into Hiruma's ass, breaking his mouth away from it, becoming immersed within him.

Agon stroked his thumbs down Hiruma's body, rubbing him by the pale of his skin, smoothing his sides, running his hands down Hiruma's thighs before he smacked his ass, gripping it again, and tongued inside him, lapping him slow, like a dog. He gripped both of Hiruma's thighs, rough, leaving marks, holding him as he did, Hiruma screaming out in startled cries, eyebrows falling.

" Huh…! " He moaned, repeatedly. " Huh…! Huh…! " His breath seemed to fall. All he could do was gasp amongst himself, to Agon, his soul, as the two were making love.

Agon pulled away. He broke away, kissing Hiruma's ass as he did, before flipping him over on his stomach, licking a long stripe down the pale of his back, boxing him in, touching him there. Hiruma didn't tell him about the sharp pain he felt there, Agon's rough hands rubbing down his sides, head against his back, feeling him.

Hiruma begged against the bedsheets. His arms laid forward, sprawled in front of him, as Agon smacked his body, spanking him. Agon entered with a rough groan, beginning to fuck Hiruma from behind.

They fucked. Agon's tongue was felt against his back. Hiruma moaned. He was long gone passed by immersed pleasure. His tongue flopped against the pillow, dead, as he made heavy moans, feeling Agon in him.

" Ahuh... " Agon heard Hiruma beg, nodding his head. " Like that… "

Agon smacked his ass. " Like that…? " He gasped against him. " Trash…? "

Hiruma nodded his head. His knuckles curled. His fingers arched. His nails clawed the bed, making deep marks in it, panting. Agon felt Hiruma make a deep moan from his stomach, almost in a beg, feeling his lover within his body, strong.

" Ah…! " Hiruma's body jolted, feeling Agon begin to spill within him, growing warm. His eyebrows fell. He moaned as Agon came, and within five minutes, Agon stroking him, Hiruma spilled his load against the sheets, gasping. His back arched.

Agon licked him. He played with Hiruma. His fingers treaded down his body, to his nipples, rubbing them.

Agon and Hiruma watched Netflix afterwards. Hiruma rested his head against Agon's chest in the darkness of the flight room, smelling faint coffee from Agon's cup as he drank from it, naked under the sheets with him, Hiruma closing his eyes. The lights were cut off, for Agon.

He switched on the TV. They had Roku. It was paid for, by the flight company, for Agon and Hiruma's stay over in New york, flying in. Agon clicked on a movie. It was called Home .

"The fuck is that?" Agon asked him suddenly, pointing to the purple alien the black girl was with, smiling. Agon raised his eyebrows in distaste. "It looks ugly as fuck. The hell it needs six legs for, trash?" Agon looked at his own. "I got two to move. The fuck it need six for?"

Agon was funny. Hiruma laughed. He was serious. Hiruma chuckled against his body, weak. He had bags under his eyes. "Go to the next selection," Hiruma said, pointing to the TV, another movie next to it. "Watch that."

Agon clicked over. It was Mulan . He paused. "I thought you didn't like disney movies." Agon said, finally. He looked over at him. "Hiruma."

Hiruma shrugged. "I like this one," he said. "She blows up a city. Ya-ha!" His eyes widened comically wide. Agon laughed, chewing on Hiruma's gum in his mouth, after they kissed in bed a bit, deciding to watch something on TV. He snorted.

"Crazy trash…" he said.

Agon watched the movie, still, as Hiruma almost dozed against him, nodding off. Agon was surprised Hiruma hadn't slept yet.

"Trash," he said, next to him. "Go to sleep."

He snorted, clicking off the movie. If they weren't going to watch it anyways, then why be on it? Agon moved back to Home . It began playing.

Hiruma made a baby mumble. Agon stilled. Sometimes, Agon forgot how high Hiruma's voice actually was, parched from yelling all of the damn time. He dug in his ear. It had different octaves, like his. Hiruma woke up. He looked at him, eyes soft.

"What…?" he said, strands of blonde hair falling over his eyes, rubbing them. "Time to wake up already? Kekeke..."

Hiruma smiled at him. His teeth poked at his lip. Agon stared at him. "No," he said, clicking on another movie. It was Ip Man lll . "I said go to sleep, trash, the hell, leave me alone, kukuku…"

Hiruma fell asleep against him. His eyes closed. He didn't get to hear the last part of Agon's sentence, as he had already fallen asleep, dozing off.

Hiruma worked very hard. He was always tired. He was constantly running on fumes. Unfortunately, for Hiruma, he was used to running on fumes, and thrived off it, being on them, so when he actually got to sleep for once, adrenaline not pumping through his veins, kept awake by it—He slept for a long time.

Hiruma never shifted position in bed. It was hard to believe, but he didn't. Hiruma was used to sleeping with guns and not having enough room to move in his own bed, so when Agon started sleeping with them and moving them out of the way, telling them to get the fuck outta his bed, saying they were a nuisance and in the way of his love making, Hiruma had grown comfortable enough not to sleep with them, and eventually, took them out. He didn't carry them around in bed anymore. Neither did he hold them by reflex.

He slept underneath Agon instead.

Agon rolled over in bed. He slept on top of Hiruma, falling asleep to the movie played behind them. The stewardess came in an hour and a half later and shut off the TV, closing the bed's curtains around them, letting the dragon and demon curl up in the dragon's nest, sleeping.

They woke eight hours later and shared a meal, Teriyaki Chicken and rice, looking out the window as they ate, talking.

Hiruma looked at Agon's full back tattoo stretching down his shoulders as the two ate, Hiruma's eyes catching a glimpse when Agon turned to look out the window, getting distracted, seeing the sea below them. Lamps were on, dimming the setting in amber. Agon's glasses were nowhere to be found. He looked anxious.

He turned back to his meal, biting down on it noisily, ripping the Teriyaki from his fork. Hiruma was looking at him.

"Ah?" Agon raised his eyebrow. "The hell you looking at me for? Look at your own food. It's getting cold." He continued eating. "Trash."

"When'd you get that?" Hiruma asked him, chin on hand, still. "Your tattoo."

Agon looked at his back. He went back to his meal. "Second Year," he said, "In Highschool. Worked all damn near the first half of the school year to get it ready. Took five sessions. Was only ready by the Second Term. Why?"

"Just wondering." Hiruma pondered. He returned back to his meal. "What made you get it?"

"Nothing." Agon said. "Just felt like getting it, kukuku."

He returned to his meal. He thought for a moment.

"Why'd you ask?" he asked again, more clearly, this time. "Trash?"

Hiruma shrugged. "You got it in your Second Term," he explained. "I saw it during our fucking game, fucking dread. You didn't have it when you were with me."

"So?" Agon laughed. "I don't need you to get a tattoo."

"But you need me to fuck." Hiruma said. "Right?"

He grinned.

"True." Agon bit his fork, nibbling on the metal. "You trashes just like to get fucked over, don't you? Kukuku. Better leave me alone before I actually do it."

Hiruma smiled.

"What made you get your piercings?" Agon asked, soon enough. He wiped his mouth with the napkin, balling it in his hand and tossing it in the waste basket. "Trash. Now that you asked me a question I get to ask you a question."

"Oho?" Hiruma pondered. "Okay, I'll answer. Kekeke."

Agon waited.

He wore lounge pants. They were black, matching his dreads. He remembered his blond hair he had as a kid. He looked at Hiruma.

"Just wanted to get them," Hiruma answered, honestly. "It was helpful during games, to scare opponents out of their wits or make them shit their pants. Kekeke! You should have seen them."

Hiruma wore a red and white starter jacket over his shoulders and Agon's T-shirt. He was cold. He looked up at him.

"You gonna ask another question?" Hiruma asked, quick. "Or am I going to have to pull it out of you and take turns?"

"Take turns." Agon grinned. "Trash like you can't think for themselves. I'll lend you a couple seconds of my time and let you think on a question so I can answer, kukuku."

Hiruma thought.

"Were your dreads always black?"

Agon looked down at his meal. He got that fade away look in his eye again. Hiruma almost figured it was a bad question, and said we can quit and go to bed until they entered New york for the night, but Agon looked up at the window, eyes sighing, chin on the palm of his hand, staring out at the sky.

"No." he confessed. "I dyed them. My hair started turning black at age 12. When I was still at home. Unsui didn't know. He only saw clumps of black and blond hair in the trash. My dad had black hair. It freaked me out."

"Your real dad?"

"Mhm." Agon nodded. "What about you? Hair always bleached blond, trash? Kukuku."

Hiruma shook his head, "It's black," Hiruma said to him, saying. "I bleached it when I was twelve, entering middle school. I guess we both have our secrets, now."

Agon imagined Hiruma with black hair. He could see it. He tried imagining Hiruma with black hair, right now, in front of him, wearing his T-shirt and red and white starter jacket, eating his Teriyaki chicken with blue eyes and silver piercings in his ears.

He was beautiful.

"I can see it," Agon finally said, looking at his eyebrows. They were black. Hiruma hadn't bleached them. So Hiruma's hair really was black, huh? "Trash."

"You can?" He wondered out loud, easily. He laughed. "Kekeke. I can see blond hair on you, my Fucking Dread."

"No you can't." Agon called him out on it. "Bullshit."

Hiruma laughed. They were quiet for a while. For some time, the only thing you could hear was the hum of the engine on the airplane as they flew across the night sky, silent.

"Your eyes real, too?" Agon asked. "Trash."

Hiruma's eyes seemed to glisten in the lamp light. They were dark, now, but sometimes, they seemed like glitter, shifting shades between light and electric blue in the winter when he was with him, or in the day, dark, only light when it was extremely bright outside, or—

When he was with Agon, happy.

"Yes," Hiruma hissed, placing his palm over his chest, smirking. "My Fucking Dread. Are yours? Agonne. Kekeke."

"Yeah." Agon said into his palm, smirking. "They are."

Hiruma and Agon arrived in New York around 6:30 at night, getting off of their plane, stepping off of it. They grabbed their suitcases and bags, and rolled them down the aisles of the airport, paparazzi greeting them as soon as they left to go outside to their designated car, driving them to their private penthouse Hiruma paid for last year.

"We're going to be there a lot," Hiruma said to him, at the time, "So we might as well invest in one. I don't feel like paying for hotels and private apartment buildings all the time. Congratulations. Kekeke, you have a new place to fuck me at, Fucking Dreads."

He turned around and gave him a smile, shooting his pistol into the air, hand on his hip. Agon snorted and turned away.

Now the two of them were riding on their way to that said penthouse, Hiruma saying the two could sleep and talk in the morning when they woke up as soon as they got home, which they did, Hiruma falling into bed.

Hiruma hadn't bothered taking off his clothes. He just fell asleep, planting his head face first into the sheets, tired. He snored lightly. Agon took off his shoes. He's still a size 7… He thought in his head, looking at his tag. Hiruma hadn't grown at all this year.

Agon changed him out of his clothes. Hiruma wore black panty lingerie, showcasing his ass, covering his stomach from his waist, and a bralette, all matching, beneath his clothes. He had worn this for Agon.

Agon kissed his back.

In the morning, Agon cooked breakfast. Probably for himself , Hiruma wondered in his head, laughing. Agon had probably grown hungry and decide to cook for himself, since Hiruma wasn't up to cook for him. That was fine. Hiruma smelled bacon and… pancakes.

"Wake up, trash." Agon tired to tell him, from the stove. "It's 10:30. Get up."

Hiruma had slept for a long time. They had gotten home around 7:15, which, roughly, meant that Hiruma had been sleeping for 13 hours. Agon had been up the entire morning. Agon flipped a pancake over on its side, checking if the batter had cooked well enough, then, flipped it back over, deciding it hadn't.

Hiruma still slept. His eyes were closed. Agon grunted. He sucked his teeth. He flipped the pancake over. Next time he told Hiruma to wake up, it was 11 o'clock.

"Wake up, trash," Agon said, voice soft, from the stove again. He was still there. "It's time to wake up."

Hiruma groaned.

"I said wake up , trash!" Agon smacked his ass and left the stove, laughing. Hiruma groaned. Agon left him. He walked away and continued cooking breakfast. He looked at it, aimlessly. He ran his fingers through his hair.

The next time Hiruma woke up, it was Agon, at 11:30, shaking his shoulder. His strong palm was felt against his skin. He looked up. Agon sat down beside Hiruma and held something.

It was a silver tray.

"Here," he said, ushering it towards him. "This is for you, trash. Eat."

It was covered with food. Breakfast items; pancakes, sausage, bacon, anything Hiruma could think of—Agon had fixed. All American palette. He had even poured Hiruma a glass of orange juice off to the side. Hiruma sat up. This was for him.

Agon's hair was tied up, left in a loose bun. He looked at Hiruma, anxious. His golden eyes widened.

"Well?" he asked. "Eat."

Hiruma grabbed the fork and stroke his pancake with it, sticking it in his mouth. It was good. He turned to Agonne. "It's good," he said, astonished. "My Agonne."

Hiruma's eyes filled with wonder. This meal was for him. Agon had gotten up early and bought breakfast for Hiruma, cooking it. His heart warmed. Agon had made this for him.

"This is for me?" Hiruma asked Agon in disbelief, aloud this time, eyes widening. "Agonne?"

"Yeah," he said, "damn well why it's sitting on this tray, too."

He paused.

He kissed Hiruma's cheek.

"I… woke up late and started making dinner," He confessed, "But, I realized I had woken up late and it was morning, so I… made you breakfast." He looked into the air, away from Hiruma. "So… here." He gestured to the plate of food Hiruma held in his lap. "This is for you, trash."

Hiruma's eyes were wide, exposing the blue irises beneath the lids. Never had someone shown such kindness to Hiruma. He looked at his meal.

"Thank you," he said, lip falling in wonder. "My Agonne."

Agonne looked away. His dreads fit his face nicely. Hiruma looked at him. He leaned over and kissed the corner of his mouth, licking him inside. Agon could taste the batter and dry syrup on his mouth.

Hiruma pulled away. He gave Agon a kiss again, leaning forward, slow, kissing his mouth, inside it, stretching his tongue against his barbell, rubbing his hand, thanking him properly. He broke away.

Agon stared at him.

Hiruma sat back down in bed. He pulled the covers over his legs, resting the tray of food on his thighs. He looked at Agonne.

"Want some?" he asked him.

Hiruma was talking about the food. Agon nodded. Hiruma grabbed a sausage and held it out towards him, Agon sucking on the tip, licking the syrup from it, placing his tongue against the end, beginning to suck.

Hiruma almost moaned, seeing him. He bit his lip, seeing Agon move against it, pulling it from his fork. He ate the sausage link, flipping it into the air and chomping on it, laughing hoarsely. Hiruma broke into laughter.

Now who was teasing?

Agon sucked Hiruma's dick in bed later when the two washed their sheets, changing their comforter into a black and gold embroidered one, throwing it over the mattress bedspread, fresh and warm from the dryer.

Agon cuddled Hiruma in it. "It's best, this way," Agon told him, informant. "That way, it's all warm, so you won't be cold."

"Oho?" Hiruma laughed in the back of his throat, feeling Agon against him, nuzzling his nose against his neck, kissing him. "Is that what you think warmth is, my Agonne?"

Agon pulled away. He locked lips with Hiruma's, tonguing him, before looking him in the eye, again, breaking away. His golden eyes seemed to match the golden embroidery on the comforter across the bed. They were underneath it. Agon held his gaze.

"Then what is it...?" he asked.

Hiruma didn't answer. He only kissed him, grabbing his face lightly with his hands, licking his mouth deep, along his tongue, kissing him somber. Agon dipped his head, dropping his attention to his stomach, kissing him there. This was the warmth Hiruma was talking about.

Hiruma moaned.

Hiruma pleaded against the bedsheets, Agon sucking on his member, licking him, pulling his cockhead into his mouth and kissing it, beginning to draw him in, blowing Hiruma.

Hiruma groaned . The phone ringed.

He clenched the sheets. They were naked. The both of them. Agon pulled away. Hiruma spread his legs for Agon to enter, and when he gave him access, he gave out harsh moans, moaning to himself and Agon, his lover inside his body, pumping hard.

Hiruma grasped his shoulders. Agon was against him. He held Hiruma's thighs against the side of him, bending down towards his body, kissing him. Hiruma moaned into his mouth, lips against his, huffing, breath heavy. He bit his lip.

The phone rang again.

" Auh… " Hiruma moaned, nodding, feeling Agon beginning to kiss down the side of his neck, biting him. He tugged on his skin. " Agonne! " He threw his head back, moaning. " Agonne…! "

Agonne sucked his neck. He rubbed Hiruma's inner thighs, stroking him there, making sure he felt every inch of him inside him. Hiruma moaned.

Agon pressed his head against Hiruma's chest.

The phone rang.

Hiruma's hair was sweat slicked and fell against his shoulders, long. He hadn't gotten the chance to jell it. Agon had always thought he was beautiful, this way. Naked.

Against him.

Hiruma cried out into the sky.

Hiruma was sobbing at this point, crying pleas of, "Yes…! Please, my Agonne! Yes!" and shouts of, "Auh! Deeper, yes!" against him, crying. His fist clenched against his chest. His yells were heard through their open balcony sliding glass door.

Hiruma begged. He switched positions for Agon to fuck him from behind on his hands and knees when Agon answered the phone.

It was Unsui.

"Yeah?" Agon settled into Hiruma, smirking. "What is it, trash?"

He began to pound into his body. His voice wasn't even unravalled.

"Agon?" Unsui wondered on the other end of the line. "It's me. Unsui, your brothe—"

"Yeah, I know," Agon said, quick, smirking. "Make it quick, I'm busy." He thrusted into Hiruma hard, dragging his hips towards his ass, moaning. Agon groaned, biting his lip against him. Unsui raised an eyebrow, looking at the sky. It was a bright blue hue, today.

"What are you doing right now?" Unsui asked him, nonchalant, not seeming to notice as Agon progressed within Hiruma, deep, causing him to moan out. Hiruma was crying against the bed, nodding his head, shouting, " Yes! " as Agon kissed his neck, thrusting in him deep, making love to him.

"Fucking this bitch ," Agon said into the phone, smacking his ass, causing him to moan. "What are you doing?"

"Training," Unsui said, sure enough. "The reception up here is terrible … I can hardly even hear you..." Agon groaned, feeling Hiruma give a deep moan, gasping, "... Anyway, are you okay? Hiruma called. I wanted to make sure you were alright, with… him. Things sounded pretty serious."

Agon froze. He didn't want to talk about his mental state with Unsui. He had been trying to put it off. Ever since Mom's birthday, Unsui had made more of an effort to get to know Agon, his twin, after deciding that he thinks mom would like that.

Agon didn't disagree.

Agon groaned into Hiruma, fucking into his body. Hiruma let him. His movements became ragged. " Come in me, my Agonne…! " Hiruma pleaded into the sky, begging, feeling Agon's creamed warmth fill him. He was going to come. Any moment, Agon was going to come within him—

Agon did.

Hiruma gasped with air, pleasure filling him. Agon had came in his body. He gripped Hiruma's ass hard, riding the impulses out within him, groaning.

"Agon?" Unsui checked in again. Agon had tossed the phone away to come in Hiruma. "You still there? Agon?"

Agon hung up, ending the call. The black wireless phone rested against the sheets. So did Agon and Hiruma. Agon turned over on his back, hands stradling Hiruma's hips, Hiruma above him some, still in his body.

" I want you on my dick…! " Agon shouted out, groaning. Hiruma began to ride, hearing him. He moaned, pressing his palms against Agon's stomach. He bit his lip, cursing. " Dammit…! "

He thrusted within Hiruma again, feeling within him deep, moaning. Hiruma screamed against him. In two minutes, he sagged against his chest, under the covers, moaning.

" Fuck me again…! " He moaned out, aloud, this time, " My Agonne! "

Agon fucked within him, deep, feeling his body. Hiruma moaned, moving against him. He eyelids fluttered, looking up at the sky blankly. He breathed against Agon. The phone rang. They were busy.

Hiruma placed his tongue against Agon's face and began to lick him there, a long stripe down the side of his neck, moaning. His long tongue licked him there, sucking on his earlobe, groaning against him. Agon plowed into him, rougher, growing ragged as Hiruma enticed him, the demon underneath his bed sheets, screaming.

With a moan, the two came simultaneously, Hiruma shaking, lifting his head, crying. Hiruma was trembling. His earrings clacked against one another. Agon licked him beyond them, beginning to tug, pulling them off. He sucked on Hiruma's earlobe the way he did in bed, pulling on it, causing Hiruma to moan.

He milked against Agon, coming, the impulses strong, Agon riding his own within Hiruma, stroking Hiruma's member, finishing him off. Hiruma placed his head against Agon's chest as he did, shutting his eyes.

He didn't tell him about the pain in his back.

Agon lied in bed with Hiruma, after finishing and cleaning themselves up, resting against each other. Agon played Tetris on his phone while Hiruma rested underneath him, closing his eyes, sleeping soundly.

Night came.

Hiruma woke. Agon felt Hiruma's fingers knot together with his in bed when the two lied together, sleeping. The lamp was on. Agon woke up, as Hiruma had startled him. Hiruma slept on his stomach, beneath him, but now, he was awake. He looked at Agon.

"Can you… massage my back?" he asked him, suddenly. "My Agonne."

"Where?" Agon asked him. He sat up. Hiruma reached down his back. He sat up some, pressing his ass into Agon's waist, bending over. He stretched, reaching his hand behind him, and rubbed a spot on his lower back, near his spine.

"There," Hiruma said, pointing to it. He bent over some more and let Agon rub it, massaging it with his thumb. Hiruma moaned, opening his mouth. Agon would've gotten turned on if Hiruma wasn't in pain.

In the morning, the two went out for groceries.

When they got back, Hiruma could hardly walk through the door straight, complaining about a tingle in his leg when Agon asked him what was wrong, carrying bags of food.

"Nothing," Hiruma said, stretching his leg out. "It's just a tingle in my leg. Nothing to worry about, my Fucking Dread."

Hiruma almost dropped the groceries near the counter. Agon came against him. He held Hiruma's hips steady. He rubbed the spine of his back when Hiruma bent over, putting his head down in pain. It was his lower back.

"...You want to… go see a doctor…?" Agon asked, slow. He continued to massage him. Hiruma moaned, shaking his head, not facing him. His head was still down. "Trash?"

Hiruma shook his head, again, silent.

Agon felt a bulge in Hiruma's back, near his lower spine, touching it. As soon as he felt it, Hiruma moaned, screaming, biting his lip, gasping.

Hiruma was hurt.

Agon massaged Hiruma's back. He wondered how long Hiruma had been hurt like this, or even, if Hiruma was hiding this from him all along.

They went to a doctor.

Getting Hiruma to agree was hard. He could hardly walk. His leg was stiffened, but he said he just felt tingles, so it was nothing. Agon didn't believe him. Hiruma would put off pain for anything just to do what he wanted.

Agon took him to the doctor. "I'll… go with you," He promised, holding his hand. "Hiruma." He was kneeling, near the bedside. "Come… with me."

"I'm scared…" Hiruma confessed, gaze shadowed, grinning half heartedly. He wore a black crop top with leather sleeves and black leggings. His black beanie kept his hair down. "Agonne."

"Me, too."

Agon had confessed this to Hiruma, suddenly, feeling brave. Hiruma looked up at him, shocked. Agon bit his lip. He turned away.

"What are you scared for, Agonne?" Hiruma wanted to say to him, smiling. "We're just going to the clinic to get your refill of medication, kekeke."

Hiruma only cried. That was the original plan, anyways, before anything happened. He had planned to take Agon to get checked out and updated on his medication in America, while they were here, which was the real reason why the two had been staying for two weeks, but—

Hiruma hadn't expected his back to give out on him.

Maybe this was a cruel twist of fate, Hiruma grinned, in pain, looking away from Agon's gaze, shadowed. He bit his lip. He remembered the promise he made to Agon. That when he went to the doctor, the next time, he would get checked out.

Which meant now.

Hiruma was scared. His heart raced. He didn't know what they would find wrong with him. Hiruma remembered his father yelling at him repeatedly, screaming, drunk out of despair of Shogi, the game he loved, shaking his body whole from his shoulders at 12, shouting—

"You must never go to doctors, Youichi!" He screamed at him, shaking his bony shoulders, howling. " You must not go, Youichi! For they will torture you! Youchi! "

"Youichi."

Agon called his name. Hiruma looked. Agon looked at him with a fierce gaze. He gripped his palm. He would be there. With him. He would be safe.

Hiruma nodded his head.

He bit his lip and cried.

Waiting outside of the clinic, Hiruma backed away, feeling his stomach drop. He held Agon's hand. He backed up behind him, grabbing his arm.

"No…" He shook, legs wobbling. "No…"

Agon dragged him forward. Hiruma held onto his arm, both hands, scared. His gun was perched on his shoulder, hanging. He was still shaking. His fingers grasped his lover's strong arm as Agon signed the two of them in to get surveyed.

Their names were called.

They stood. Hiruma had calmed down since the time Agon checked him in and now, but when asked of personal records of Hiruma, Hiruma didn't have any.

"Hiruma Yuya," Hiruma had answered, darkly, standing next to Agon when when the clerk asked for Hiruma's medical files, at the check-in counter, not finding any. He couldn't be surveyed without them. Sure enough, files were found underneath that name. Agon looked back at Hiruma, shocked. Hiruma stalked back to his seat and sat down, gaze shadowed.

His hair covered his eyes.

"Hiruma Yuya and Kongou Agon?"

The doctor called their names. Hiruma cringed, hearing that name. He stood with Agon. He followed behind him, scared, eyes wide, hand on his arm, paranoid. The doctor shut the door behind him. He took Hiruma and Agon into a separate room, and there, surveyed Hiruma, Hiruma sitting on the lab table, swinging his legs, anxious.

"Says here you're having back problems," The doctor looked at the checklist in his hand, skimming over it. "In your… lower back?"

Hiruma nodded his head. The doctor surveyed him. He asked Hiruma to bend over. Hiruma bent over for the doctor the same way when Agon massaged his back for the first time in bed.

"Where?" The doctor asked him.

He slid his hand up Hiruma's back when Hiruma pointed to it, biting his lip. Agon watched from sitting in his chair, holding his phone, gaze dark. The doctor rubbed his thumb over the spot Hiruma showed Agon. The bulge. Agon tensed.

Hiruma moaned. Agon almost got up and shoved the doctor against the wall, punching him, losing his temper, seeing Hiruma in pain, but Hiruma held up his hand, shaking his head. Agon seethed. He lowered back into his seat.

Damn.

"Well, it does definitely seem like he has a bulge in his lower back," The doctor pulled away, letting Hiruma sit up, straightening himself, looking back at him. "Probably a loosened spinal disk. We'll have to get proper CAT scans of his back to make sure, but…"

"But….?" Agon raised his eyebrows, asking.

"He might need surgery," The doctor confessed, looking at Hiruma. "I haven't seen any X rays of it yet, so I can't say so for sure, but… judging by the symptoms he's experiencing, the tingling in his left leg, the pins and needles, it's highly likely he's going to need it."

Agon stilled.

"What…?" he asked. His gaze was dark, beneath his shades. His lip thinned. Hiruma looked at him. Surgery? He wondered in his head. What the hell?

"When did this happen?" Agon had asked him, Hiruma remembered, back at home when Agon still held his hand, kneeling. "Hiruma."

"At practice," Hiruma confessed, saying. "Two months ago. The pain wasn't severe enough to cause me any discomfort, but, now…"

"Now…?"

"It is."

"A Bulging Disk is a common spinal injury," The doctor told them, now, explaining, seeing Hiruma. He was still in shock. "One you get playing sports like Football, or hard, contact, activities, like Wrestling or…"

Agon zoned out. Hiruma got off the survey table after the doctor finished explaining, saying a bunch of useless things Agon didn't feel like hearing. He looked at Hiruma. Hiruma didn't look too disheartened.

He was putting on a brave face.

Agon saw worry in his eye.

"Your turn." The doctor told him. "Agon."

Agon got on the survey table. He sat on it. The doctor asked a couple common questions, like was the sky blue today, how was he feeling, how was his day, until—

"What are you here for?"

Hiruma had filled out his form. He looked at him. Hiruma pulled out Agon's prescription from his black duffel bag, showing the doctor quickly.

"He needs his refill on his prescription." Hiruma snapped. "An update on his medication. Celexa. Concerta. All of it. You have it?"

The doctor's face fell. "I'm afraid I can't get Agon any of those things," the doctor told Hiruma, sighing, "as I'm only a clinical doctor, and not his psychiatrist, but I can call his psychiatrist and request an order as soon as possi—"

Hiruma got up. "Come on," he told Agon, clicking his neck, moving it towards the door. "We're leaving."

Hiruma limped towards the doorknob and twisted it open, walking out. Agon followed behind him, anxious. This was pointless, Hiruma grunted, walking out. All he would need is a couple massages and his leg would be fine—

Hiruma fell.

Agon caught him. He reacted before Hiruma could hit the floor. He grabbed his arm. He pulled him up to his feet. "Are you okay?" Agon asked him. "Hiruma."

"I'm fine," Hiruma said, bitterly. "C'mon, Agonne. Let's pay this damn tab."

Hiruma's father's medical insurance had expired, since he was no longer living to pay, so Hiruma had to pay the full 500 bucks just to clear the tab, for getting checked out.

For nothing.

Hiruma groaned when Agon settled him into bed, gently, as soon as they got home. Hiruma could hardly walk. His back was hurting so bad.

"I bet this is what being fucking pregnant feels like," Hiruma said to Agon, grinning weakly. "My Fucking Dread."

Agon and him laughed, chuckling together. Agon pulled the sheets over Hiruma, taking off his clothes. He took off his own. He rested his head against Hiruma's stomach.

"I'll be fine," Hiruma said to him, stroking his fingers through his hair. His fingers combed his dreadlocks. "My Agonne. Just that Fucking Doctor doesn't know what shit he's talking about. I'll have to go in and take my X rays tomorrow, see what's up. We won't know until we see the X rays, right? It could just be a trapped bubble of air. Kekeke."

Hiruma wasn't so sure. If air could cause him this much pain, he wasn't sure he wanted anything to do with it again.

Agon stared ahead at the wall. So far, he hadn't confessed anything unusually strange to Hiruma, being off of his medication, but…

Agon shook his head. He could feel Hiruma's gaze on him, wondering if he was okay, if he would be alright, looking at him…! Agon had been fighting off the flashbacks all he could…!

He didn't need anymore.

Agon tucked himself into Hiruma.

He panicked.

He rocked back and forth, crying, hearing his mother cough blood against him, covering her mouth, spitting up the blood from the back of her throat, sobbing.

Hiruma remembered holding him. He remembered rocking Agon back and forth, humming to him, holding him in bed. Agon was covered in a cold sweat, anxious, eyes wide, covering his ears.

"No…!" He pleaded. "No! I don't want to hear it! NO !"

Agon began to run away. He started to tear himself out of bed, but Hiruma reacted, fast, realizing what was happening, grabbing him, analyzing the situation, making an instantaneous decision.

He hugged him.

He held Agon in his arms, rocking him back and forth, slow. "You're with me," he said, repeatedly. "You're with me… my Agonne. You're with me…"

"I'm in the hospital…." Agon sobbed against him. "I'm in the hospital!"

He tried to get away, but Hiruma continued to rock him back and forth, humming. "You're with me," he said, voice calm, soothing. "You're with me."

He hummed. Agon's heartbeat was racing. It hammered against his chest. Hiruma could feel it. Agon was panicking.

"You're with me," Hiruma said again, breathing into him, slow breaths. "You're with me. Breathe, my Agonne. Breathe."

He continued to breathe. He took a breath, breathing out of his nostrils, then inhaled, exhaling with him. Agon followed his movements.

"Follow my movements," Hiruma told him. "My Agonne."

Agonne followed. He breathed with Hiruma. It was hard, at first. His chest was hurting. He could swear his mom was right around the corner, but Hiruma assured him she wasn't. They were in New York. Agon's mom had passed away.

Agon's breath slowed. That's right. She had passed away when he was four. He looked at Hiruma. His vision began to focus. He was with Hiruma, now. In New York. No longer Japan. They were together. Hiruma was with him. His breath slowed.

Agon cried against his chest. "My mom left me!" he cried, balling Hiruma's t-shirt in his fist, screaming. "She left me! Everyone thought I was crazy …! They said I was too aggressive … I didn't have anybody!" He cried. "No one was there for me!"

He sobbed. Hiruma rocked him back and forth, shutting his eyes, moving with him. Hiruma got it. Agon was right. No one had been there with or for Agon. Most didn't understand his PTSD, and the others never thought anything of it until he was diagnosed with it at 7. For 3 years, all Agon had was he and himself.

For 3 years.

Hiruma pulled away. He kissed his lips. "You have me," Hiruma said, grasping his hand, holding it tight, locking their fingers together. "Now, Agon. You are not alone. For when you are with me…"

He let Agon finish the sentence.

"And I'm… with you…" Agon choked back a sob.

"There is nothing to fear," Hiruma finished. "For when I am with you…"

"And you are with me…" Agon continued.

"There's nothing to fear." Hiruma smiled. Agon stopped crying. Tears dried against his cheeks. He was going to be okay. Hiruma let out a sigh of relief. He kissed the tip of his nose, "For when we are together, we are stronger than ever."

Hiruma pulled away.

Agon was already asleep.

He smiled.