The interview started.

Agon wore a large red, white, and blue moschino racer overcoat and logo printed sweatpants from their Men's Wear S/S 2016 collection and flip flops, going shirtless for the interview. Agon was going to be walking for it, afterward. He was endorsed by their collection. They had waited all year for Agon to walk for them, and now, he was free.

Hiruma sat next to him. He wore a white fur coat with a matching white cropped racer vest and Rick Owen x Adidas Sneakers, paired together with white leather leggings and black earrings. Hiruma was sponsored by both companies. He would be walking for them next week. He swung his legs on the sofa, anxious, waiting for the interviewer to ask them a question, wearing an excited grin. Agon had his arm wrapped around the back of Hiruma's chair, sitting close to him on the white couch, sticking his lip out. This was about their personal life.

He snorted.

The Personal Interview.

Hiruma waited. Today was Thursday. He would be walking for Givenchy next week, too. Today, the two were doing an interview together, and afterward, Agon would be walking for Moschino, then, Yeezy late night at 8pm on Friday, drawing in a crowd of a hundred thousand. Yeah, it was big, walking for those companies, and modeling for them, but Hiruma wasn't worried at all.

He had Agon next to him.

His gun was white. It perched along his shoulder. A custom M16 embroidered with a silver dragon. Agon wore platinum barbell piercings in his nipples and tongue, showing them to the interviewer and cast when they walked by, greeting them, asking them about it.

"Do they still hurt?" They joked about it, making fun of the last time Agon was on carpet and said Hiruma made him get nipple piercings, and that they hurt. Hiruma laughed. Agon chuckled.

"No," he said, rare form, smiling. "Not anymore."

They all laughed. Agon was in rare form, today. He was actually smiling, but behind those blue Oakley Juliet lenses, Hiruma knew he was putting on a fake front to fool them. Agon hated interviews. As soon as they walked away, Agon would drop his smile and turn to Hiruma, grinning cruelly.

"Let's get the fuck up outta here, baby." he said, kissing him, sucking on his ear. He sucked on Hiruma behind his neck, licking him there. He tugged on his ear piercings with his teeth. He was impatient. "C'mon. We still have time." He rubbed his thigh. "There's a bathroom… We can just ditch these losers and go home." He tugged on his ear piercings again. "C'mon, trash."

Agon was so persistent. "Kekeke!" Hiruma laughed out, loud. The crew looked at them. Agon broke away. "If only you showed this much persistence in games we would win by a landslide! Kekeke!"

Agon pulled away. He bit his lip. Damn. Cameras would be rolling in about three seconds. He heard the countdown start from five. He settled back in his chair, smirking.

Fine, he said. I'll wait.

The interview started. The interviewer was a white guy, this time. A brunette; he had brown hair, combed to the side, and blue eyes. His eyes matched Agon's today, as they were a bright sterling blue from the studio light and his silver Oakley Juliet's he wore with blue lenses. The interviewer wore a suit, holding cue cards in his hand.

"Three…" The crew counted down, holding three fingers up in the air. Agon straightened, slouching in his chair, legs spread, snorting. Hiruma sat up straight. "Two… One!"

It started.

"Welcome everybody, to ABC News," The interviewer said, facing the camera with a bright smile, "Today, we have a special pair of guest that came all the way in from Japan, just to see us, everybody, please welcome—Agon and Hiruma."
The camera shifted to Agon, then Hiruma, showcasing them. Agon dipped his head in respect, waving, while Hiruma only sat, grinning.

"Well, I've gotta say I'm honored," The interviewer said to them, speaking. "All the way from Japan? That must've been a long ride."

"Yes," Hiruma answered, nodding his head. "It was."
"Now, I've gotta ask you, Hiruma," he began to say, "Those teeth of yours have been the highlight of your journey with the viewers since you came on the scene." He looked at the first cue card. "The first fan question asks you are they even real? What do you have to say about that?"

Hiruma lifted his finger to his gum, showing him. "Yes, he said, speaking to him in a mumble from his finger in his mouth, exposing his teeth. The camera caught a snapshot of Hiruma's pink gums, showing his teeth, leading down into fangs.

"They're real." he said, pulling his finger down from his mouth, wiping it. He grinned. "Kekeke, they grew in this way."

"Did they?" The interviewer asked, stunned. "My god. Now, Agon, I have to ask you: How do you feel about them?"
Hiruma looked at him. Agon snorted. "Certainly doesn't get in the way of anything I'm going to do to him," Agon growled in Hiruma's ear, facing him.

This was why they didn't do interviews.

"Now, Agon," The interviewer began to say. Agon pulled away from Hiruma after nipping at his ear, smirking. Hiruma wanted to shoot him. This was a televised event. Not porn. "I have to ask you, your dreads are said to grow in after a month of getting them? Is that true?"

"Yeah," Agon answered, combing his fingers through his dreadlocks, smirking. The overhead showed pictures of Agon at Shinryuji in his second year, a before and after, after a month had passed, him standing in front of a Buddha statue with Ikkyu. "It's my Godspeed Impulse. I guess I'm just really hairy, kukuku."
Bullshit. Hiruma knew. It was because of his Godspeed Impulse his hair grew fast. He smirked, facing his lover. The photos showed Agon from before with short cropped dreadlocks around his cheeks, wearing an orange T-shirt and cargo pants and smiling, with Ikkyu in a hat, gym shorts on him, holding a camera, grinning proudly. That was back in their Second Year, when Agon got dreads and went exploring with Ikkyu around the campus, Unsui taking the picture, not totally disagreeing, but nagging along the way of Agon skipping school during school.

How can you skip school at school? Agon wondered in his head, laughing. That was the only picture he smiled for.

"Now, Agon," The interviewer started, taking the pictures down. "I have to ask you: What's with the cameras, man?" They both laughed, Agon chuckling. "You're always away from them! We could hardly get a good look at your face when you're turned away all the time!"

He grinned, "Yeah," he said, "yeah, I know. I just don't like them." He ran his fingers through his hair, smirking. 'They're a nuisance. I want them away from me, kukuku. Guess that sounds pretty hypocritical of me saying it now, huh? Kuku."

"You and Hiruma are very private," The interviewer said, "and have almost been out of the public eye for almost a year. Why is that?" He scrunched his eyes. "You have so much popularity following you. Deals with Adidas, Puma, even Panther has asked about you, being all the way in Japan. Kobayakawa Sena has recently moved here to train with Panther, in the upcoming match you have with him. Why not move here? Even Shin, the Knight in Shining Armor himself, a monster like yourself, Agon, has expressed to move here, as long as his training regimen is upkept. Why not you guys?"

Hiruma smirked. "Agon doesn't like cameras," Hiruma said to him, facing Agon, holding his chin in the palm of his hand, kissing his lips. "And doesn't like the bright lights. Kekekeke, Japan is just better for us, right now, that's all. Kekeke."

Agon broke away.

"What about you, Hiruma?" The interviewer asked. "Had Agon not been here, would you move to America?"

"No." Hiruma answered, pulling away from Agon, finally. He set his hand down. "I'd stay there, in Japan, even if he wasn't there for me. If an opportunity presented itself, then I would."

"Are you saying had the NFL presented you with a contract, at that time, would you have moved to America?"

"Who wouldn't?" Hiruma prompted, grinning. He latched his gun on his shoulder, leaning back. "It's America; a 3 million dollar contract. Who wouldn't? It seems obvious."

Agon knew Hiruma would've played just for football, instead.

A contract, huh?

"What about you, Agon?" The interviewer asked him. "Would you have moved, had the NFL presented you with a contract, at that time? You were just one football away from Panther. Had your team won in the overtime, you would've gotten the contract. How do you… feel?"

Silence fell in the studio. They were talking about the time in the America vs Japan match in America, back in Highschool, when Hiruma and Agon had the opportunity to be presented with a contract and join the NFL. Was Hiruma still bitter about this moment? Agon wondered in his head. He saw how many footballs the two had racked up. Morgan liked them. Panther had gotten the contract.

Of course Agon was still bitter about it. He had lost his 300 millions and played football for nothing! He swore he'd kill those trashes, but…

"No," Agon answered, sudden. "I wouldn't have moved. There's fucking cameras everywhere and I can hardly sleep, kukuku. Trashes always bothering me and shit. Shit…" He looked away, mumbling something in Japanese, getting distracted. "Lost my damn 300 millions because you trashes acted like a bunch of trash…" He sucked his teeth.

"What about you, Hiruma?" The interviewer asked him. "How do you feel about the contract?"

The studio fell silent. Agon looked at him.

"With my physical ability," Hiruma said, serious. "I wouldn't be able to get in through a normal tryout. It was my first and last chance," Nostalgia fell over the studio. Everyone was silent. The interviewer stared at him. "But," Hiruma sat up, sighing. "I can't complain about that. Panther's a great athlete. He deserved it."

"Someone like you, who has no physical ability," The interviewer began to say, speaking up. "With no comparable physical talent, has become one of the top 5 players in the Japanese college NFL. That's amazing. And your boyfriend," He turned to Agon, "Agon, is ranked Second, out of the Five, compared to Sena, in First, and Shin, in Third. That's gotta feel good."

"It does," Hiruma said, soaking in the victory, grinning. "Very good."

"You've been an inspiration for kids out there to get into the NFL," The interviewer said to him, suddenly, speaking up, not catching hint of Hiruma's sexual joke towards Agon. Agon got it He snorted, calling him a damn trash. "You, someone with no physical ability, has made it to the finale, and will face Sena next month. How do you feel about it?"

"I will come against him with all my strength," Hiruma promised, saying. His voice didn't falter. His gaze was serious, eyes dark. Agon looked at his resolve. "No matter what, I won't give up. Because," He grinned. "That's how it's fun."

Hiruma was such a momma's boy about football.

Agon looked away, snorting. Ew. It was getting emotional.

"Why did you get into football, Hiruma?" The interviewer asked him. "A fellow valedictorian of your college, one of the top elite schools in Japan to get into, Saikyoudai, why would someone like you, with no physical ability at all, get into Football?"

Hiruma still remembered that day like anything else. His gaze became shadowed with thought. He was ten, and had sneaked into an American Military Base, and there, he saw the game before him, being played. Very Intellectual. Very violent. Youichi had never seen anything like it. He watched it until sun down, mesmerized. He remembered feeling the same way about him.

Agon.

"It's fun," Hiruma said easily, looking up. "And I can kick asses like him easy with my 'no physical ability' during matches," He nodded to Agon, smirking. Agon snorted. The interviewer laughed. "Kekeke. Anyone can do it, as long as they have the drive, and are willing to work for it. Nothing's handed to you for free. You have to work hard for what you want."

Hiruma's eyes shown with fire.

Agon groaned. He leaned his head back. Here we go again.

"Now, Agon," The interviewer turned to him. "You have expressed a different view of the topic in a past interview with Hiruma in highschool, right? How do you feel about it? Do you have the same feelings as Hiruma does, now—"

"Die." Agon told him.

The interview switched the topic.

Hiruma was different, Agon knew, leaning his head back, grinning cruelly, eyes wide. He was always different. Ever since he'd known him. Hiruma had posters of players in the NFL at their apartment penthouse in Tokyo and New York. He would gaze at them all day, when Agon slept, thinking Agon didn't know because he was always sleeping. Agon knew. He watched Hiruma do it all day.

Hiruma was a dreamer.

But, unlike all the other trash, Hiruma had the hand to make things happen. Despite everyone saying that he had no physical ability at all, Hiruma's hand was magic. His Devil Passes and Quarterback Accuracy wasn't anything you could find anywhere. Next to him and Kid, Hiruma was the best quarterback out of the Three. He sat up.

Hiruma was a demon.

"Now, Agon," The interviewer flipped his cue cards, saying again. "You're said to terrorize even your own underclassman. Is this true?"

"I don't give a fuck," Agon said, leaning his head back in the chair again, grinning, eyes wide beneath his Oakley Juliet's. "I'll terrorize anybody. Their all trash beneath my feet. Scum can try to become gold, but at the end of the day, they're still scum. Kukuku."
"How do you feel about this, Hiruma?"

"Scum can defeat gold," Hiruma said, turning to Agon, grinning with passionate fire, holding his gun. "But also gold can't rust. Kekeke—It all depends how you look at it." He looked at the interviewer, grinning, loading his pistol. "Are you fucking scum or fucking gold, fucking interviewer?"
The interviewer looked at him. He was shocked. His lip fell.

Hiruma cackled.

The interviewer proceeded to ask them more questions. Man, Agon said, digging his nail in his ear, growing restless. This is a bust—

"How's your mom, Agon?"

Agon froze. Hiruma tensed. Agon's eyes grew wide. Hiruma looked at the interviewer. Immediately, he waved his hand and passed the question with a sly notice. Bad question. Hiruma signaled.

The interviewer noticed. Oh. He switched the question to something else. He glazed his eyes across the cue card.

"What about you, Hiruma?" he asked. Agon relaxed. "How's your mom? Now, just being after mother's day month and all. We never see any of the Japanese with their parents! Why is that?"

Hiruma froze. Agon looked at him. Unlike any other interviews, this one gave Hiruma and Agon the right to pass a question if they didn't feel like answering it, which was the reason why Hiruma had chosen to do this one. He didn't want anybody asking Agon about his mom.

Now, it was his turn.

"We're always at school," Hiruma answered, dodging the question. "Unlike you Americans, kekeke, we go to school Monday through Saturday—Kekeke!" He shot his gun into the air, laughing. That got everyone to jump. "But," he calmed down, "we're more private about our home lives. Our parents are usually working or at home, and when we come back, we sleep; a busy day from work or school. There's not a lot of free time, compared to over here, In the Great America."

"Would you consider moving here?" The interviewer asked him, "Hiruma? If Agon was with you."

Hiruma looked at Agon. Agon looked at him. They hadn't discussed this. Knowing either of them, one was going to pull a surprise over the other that one hadn't heard of already. That's just how they were.

"If the time calls for it," Hiruma kissed Agon's lips, holding his chin in the palm of his hand, gently. "Then I would."

Warmness was felt from Hiruma. He meant it. The interviewer flipped a cue card, looking at another question. He turned to Agon.

"Now, Agon," he said, facing him. "It's said here that you actually have a twin? Is that true?"

Agon grimaced. He didn't really talk about Unsui. He was such his own being that... He lived on his separate plane of existence that explaining to trashes would be too troublesome. They wouldn't get it. Not even his own twin brother, Unsui. Two that were once the same being now lived separate lives, alone. Agon looked away. He spaced off for a moment before looking back at the interviewer, giving a toothy grin, smiling brightly, eyes light.

He was remembering the days Unsui and him'd play Go-Fish together.

"Yeah," Agon said, easily. "My Unko-chan, kukuku." They pulled up yearbook photos of Agon and Unsui's profile pictures side by side. They looked exactly the same. "We're identical."

"I can tell!" The interviewer laughed, saying.

"Yeah, they always used to get us mixed up," Agon said, looking at the picture. He was smiling lowly in his photo. Unsui had a serious look on his face. "They always thought that he was me and I was him."

"Even with the dreads?"

"Yes," Agon nodded his head. "Yeah, they thought I was him. And he was me. They got mixed up when I earned a sport's scholarship and gave it to him on accident, and when he went to clear it up…" Agon's voice fell, shortening. He grinned, covering it up, beginning to smile, leaning back in his chair, easy. "He's still a loser, kukuku."

Agon didnt say it, but… he wished Unsui played football with him, again, if he could even call that a dream, kukuku... He got why Unsui chose to go to a different college. It was to separate himself from him, Agon.

"I need to discover myself," Agon remembered Unsui saying to him, that day. "All my life… I've been known as your brother, living in your own shadow. I want to be myself. Not your brother."
"Ah?" Agon looked up from his sports bag, grinning shortly. "What's so bad about that, Unko-chan? Kukuku..."

Unsui's lip wobbled. He looked Agon square in the face. "I'm sorry, Agon." Tears prickled in his eyes. He hadn't cried to him since that day. When he lost the scholarship, because of Agon. "I want to be known as Unsui—not just as your brother."

Unsui had been lying to himself about this answer his entire life, which was why Agon let him go. He understood. Unsui needed this answer for himself, one Agon had been waiting for Unsui to discover all his life, separating himself from him, becoming his own person, not just his twin. Those identical weren't the same being.

Agon didn't stop him. It was hard for him to be emotional. He guessed at times like this, he was supposed to care, or be emotional, but Agon couldn't feel it within himself. He never had. Unsui was becoming his own person, confident in his skin, for once. He wanted to challenge the top, and not just be there, but—

Become it.

Agon was the top.

And Unsui was challenging him, next month.

In the Finale of the Rice Bowl.

Agon came back. The interview was reaching its end. He had spaced out. Hiruma was answering questions, witty, as always. He smirked. Hiruma was always good with socializing, compared to Agon, who couldn't give a shit about it; Hiruma answered questions with clever answers, leaving room to dodge most, only giving out what was needed, and not wanted. He looked at Agon.

Agon had spaced out the entire interview. When the interview asked the reason why Agon got into football, he completely blanked out, staring ahead at a space on the floor, eyes wide, silent. Hiruma took over.

"To defeat fucks like you that keep asking him questions," Hiruma laughed, saying. The interviewer changed the question, sighing. Hiruma breathed a little easier.

This interview was up to him, now.

"Now, Hiruma," the interviewer asked him, beginning to say. "Your ears have been the topic of many fan's questions. Again, like your teeth, are they real?"

"Yes," Hiruma answered, nodding his head. "Everything about me is real."

"Even your hair?"

Hiruma only smirked.

He didn't answer that question.

Backstage, after a fifteen-minute break allowing for lunch and Hiruma and Agon to talk to the staff members, Agon took Hiruma near the depths of the studio and there, pinned him against the wall, humping his leg. They were near the bathroom door, Agon grinding against his thigh, humping him, away from everyone. He groaned into Hiruma's ear, boxing him in.

Hiruma knew Agon had held it off for as long as he could. He felt Agon's hot breath against his neck, near his earlobe. "Get in the bathroom…" he ordered, smacking Hiruma's ass when he broke away from him, lips parting. Agon came against him when they entered, pressing him against the sink, kissing him heavy.

"Take off your mic," Hiruma begged him, "My Agonne."

Hiruma rushed to take off Agon's mic he had on him, Agon too distracted to care, groaning against him. Hiruma took off his own. Agon tugged at his pants, kissing near his neck, biting his jawline, nipping at him.

"Here," Hiruma breathed, quick, digging in his back pocket hurriedly, before Agon could pull his pants down, getting started, taking out two condoms. "Put one on, my Agonne."

Hiruma was practically begging at this point. Agon was only there with half a mind. He couldn't focus. Hiruma put one on himself, pulling his pants down, taking them off, and one on Agonne, slicking it over his member with his hand.

Agon grabbed Hiruma and turned him around, bending him over on the sink, running his tongue against his naked back, licking the bulge in his spine, nipping him.

Hiruma moaned.

He remembered when they called, "Cut!" and he hung on the couch with Agonne in front of the cameras, five minutes before they started filming again, commercial break happening, and began to kiss his lover, locking lips with his. Hiruma held Agon's chin in his palm, making out with him.

"Uhh…" A shriveled voice said from the side of them. Hiruma broke away, hearing it. It was the staff crew who wanted to chat during break or ask them questions, holding out shit to autograph and sign with. Hiruma began to laugh. They all did.

Agon kissed him. Hiruma moaned, knuckles pressing white against the sink, Agon moving in him rough, gripping his ass hard. He spanked him. Hiruma moaned.

Hiruma didn't realize there was a studio cameraman walking around the perimeter with his camera, making sure the sound was good, checking on things, when he walked by Agon and Hiruma in the bathroom, moaning.

"Spank me…!" Hiruma had said to Agon, running his fingers through his hair, gasping. He made a long moan. Agon smacked him. He almost came.

The studio heard all of this. Agon was fucking him for seven minutes. When Agon came out the bathroom in a rush to get back to the studio, knowing that time was almost up, those trashes probably wondering where they were, he stumbled upon the cameraman. The cameraman held up his camera, shocked. Hiruma washed his hands. He looked up at the camera lens, eyes unmoving.

"What?" he asked, out loud. "You never made love before?"

The interview continued, and soon enough, it ended, with the interviewer getting up and shaking their hands, thanking them. It was a thirty minute session. Now, it was over.

Agon had blanked out the rest of the interview. He didn't respond to any questions. Hiruma didn't tell him. By the time he snapped out of it, Hiruma was grabbing his gun, pulling it over his shoulder, grinning.

"C'mon, my Agonne." he said to him, touching his shoulder lightly with his hand, rubbing him. "You have a walk to do. Kekeke. We'll be late if we don't hurry."
Agon walked for Moschino. His head was in the game completely. He got ready backstage, keeping to himself, quiet. Hiruma knew this game. He knew Agon would blow up once it got all quiet, grabbing attention, causing a scene.

Which he did.

"The fuck is that?!" Agon screamed, when a makeup artist came to him and tried to put lipstick on his face. He stood and threw a canister of concealer, shirtless, overalls hanging low on his waist. Hiruma looked. Someone videotaped it.

Agon became a vine.

Hiruma laughed, checking his phone, seeing the memes being made of Agon's freak out, cackling in a corner.

"What?" Agon had asked him after the show. Hiruma's eyes prowled him as he stalked over, snatching his phone from his hand.

When you walk into a test session and don't know shit. The vine description had said, showing a 6 second clip of Agon shouting The fuck is that?! Standing up. Agon only smirked. He scoffed, tossing Hiruma's phone to him.

Hiruma caught it.

Agon loved on Hiruma when they got home. Agon breathed down his neck. He licked his back as Hiruma poked his ass outward towards him, Agon biting him, teasing his body.

"Agonne…" Hiruma gasped, above the sheets. Agon's warm breath was felt against his ass. His skin was pressed against his body, warming him. "Do me…"
Hiruma remembered unzipping Agon's pants as soon as they got home, kissing his neck, Agon lifting him, humping his leg. He shoved him against the wall and began to kiss him. He reeled his head back, feeling Agon drag his teeth down his neck, moaning. Agon tugged on the skin there, giving him a hickey, biting him.

"Agonne…" Hiruma begged, moaning to him. Agon tugged his teeth on his cropped racer vest, licking his stomach, groaning into him. Hiruma moaned. Agon grinded his erection against Hiruma's waist, humping him. Hiruma watched him drop to his knees slowly and nuzzle his nose against his own light erection beneath his leather pants, tugging on the zipper with his teeth, groaning.

"Agonne…" Hiruma pleaded, running his fingers through his hair, sighing. His eyes rolled into the backs of his head as he unzipped himself, letting Agon lick him, tugging his pants down, sucking on the tip of his cockhead, kissing him. Agon lapped the semen out of him, pulling him in, deepthroating his member.

Agon groaned, pulling his head back and forth when Hiruma's hand nestled in his hair, pulling him towards him each time, rough, making the motions. He moaned.

Agon pulled away. He kissed Hiruma's lips when his lover came down to met him, locking his lips with his, loving on him.

He picked Hiruma up. He grabbed his ass and lifted him up, throwing him against the bed, coming over his body. He kissed his stomach, undressing Hiruma, pulling off his leggings, taking off his fur coat, licking between his thighs, moaning.

He loved on him.

Hiruma threw his head back. He screamed, Agon running his tongue into his asshole, rubbing him slow with deep motions, causing him to moan in harsh groans. His fingers circled into Agon's dreadlocks, holding him.

Agon pulled away.

They got under the covers.

He got undressed. He pulled off his pants and came against Hiruma, kissing down his neck, biting on his clavicle, groaning into him.

"Oh…" Hiruma moaned, feeling him. "Agonne," He moved inside his thigh, rubbing him, stroking his thumb across Hiruma's cock, palming his shaft, stroking him. Precum seeped the tip. Agon grabbed him by the thigh. He humped him.

His dreadlocks came over his face. He slid his fingers in Hiruma, beginning to stroke, slow, rubbing him inside, probing into his body…! Hiruma leaned his head back and gasped. He let Agon do him.

"Agon, do me," Hiruma begged, opening his mouth into a moan. He gasped. "Just like that—Agonne, do me, please…!"

His hand grasped the back of Agon's neck loosely, pulling him close to his body, moaning. The city lights shone in through their sliding glass doors from the balcony. Hiruma kissed Agon's lips, making them wet, before pulling away, looking at him in the face, stilling.

His eyes were the color of moonlight.

Agon came against him, entering his body, moaning against him. Hiruma gasped. "Agonne," Hiruma pleaded, closing his eyes, huffing, feeling him. Agon moved in his body, rough. "Agonne, please!"

Hiruma was definitely begging, now. His head was back, against the pillows, shouting. Agon loved on him; hard, strong, rough. Hiruma screamed, harsh, dragging his teeth against Agon's ear when he came up to kiss him, moaning into his mouth, feeling him. Agon made love to him. Hiruma's hands grasped loosely around his neck, whispering things he wanted Agon to do to his body, holding him.

Agon moaned. He groaned into Hiruma, feeling him lick his ear, sucking on it. He was making love to him. Hiruma gasped, saliva dripping down the bottom of his lip, pulling away, eyes a harsh shade of blue, light from the moonlight. Agon came against his bottom lip and licked it from him, stroking the sides of his thighs. Agon didn't want to be anywhere else right now. Right now, in this moment, he felt Hiruma. His screams, his howls, his shouts—he felt them.

He was one.

Agon's silver barbell piercing was felt against his back when he licked Hiruma between his thighs, feeling him come. He pulled out, flipping him over on the bed, and came against his body, licking him from the inside, his cum from within Hiruma, running his hands down his sides, enticing him, moaning.

Hiruma let him. He let him pull him by the hips and moan, licking into his ass, pulling him back and forth, rubbing his body, feeling him intimately. Agon rubbed the sides of Hiruma's hips, down to his thighs, licking them between with a malignant force.

Agon pulled away. He entered Hiruma's body from the back, and fucked him there, moaning. He set his head down on Hiruma's back, screwing his ass, fucking it. He knew this was rough. He knew this was rough, which was why he did it.

"Agonne…" Hiruma said to him, pleading, gasping for air, nodding. Agon smacked him again. He was going to come. He looked up at Hiruma, flicking his gaze upward to see him. Hiruma moaned, harsh, eyes shut, facing the wall, feeling Agon fuck him.

Agon came.

He licked his back.

In the morning, Agon woke up. Hiruma was cooking breakfast. He was standing. He stood by the stove, cooking pancakes, flipping batter in a pan, whistling a tune to himself. Agon rolled over in bed, sheets hanging from his waist, naked. He grunted.

Hiruma noticed. "My Agonne," His voice faltered, seeing him wake. He didn't say anything, but Agon knew what Hiruma felt. Agon turned over.

Hiruma loved him.

Sometimes, Hiruma found it hard to express his emotions, how he truly felt about someone, which led to his bizarre behaviour. With Agon, Hiruma had grown easy, and felt enough love to be open with him, and sometimes, Hiruma found it hard to confess how he really felt about him.

That was okay, Agon understood. Hiruma just loved him too much, kukuku.

Agon's smile fell. Today was the day. Hiruma was going in for X rays. They wouldn't know if he would need any surgery or not until tomorrow, when the doctor got back to them with the results.

Hiruma was scared.

He didn't even know if he would play in the Rice Bowl, at this point. With his injury… Agon knew that Hiruma wouldn't stay out. He would come up with some way to get enlisted in the team's roster, and even if Agon used his Vice Captain privilege to overrule Hiruma's favor, he would just use his own Captain privilege to overrule Agon's own and still enlist himself, hurt.

Hiruma loved football that much, huh?

Agon got up from the bed. He came against Hiruma and grabbed the pan from him, taking over. "Go to bed, trash," he said, beginning to cook. Hiruma looked at him. "I'm cooking today."

Hiruma sat down. He pulled the covers over himself in bed, but not before he got a look at Agon. He looked in his eyes. They didn't seem faded. Agon was okay.

Or at least, Hiruma thought, close to it. He pulled the sheets over himself and slept. Agon finished making breakfast. He brought it to Hiruma and watched him eat it, noisily as ever. He didn't express the struggle he had cooking it.

With Agon's Godspeed Impulse, he could overcome anything, even flashbacks, but it took a great deal of strength to snap out of it and come to. Agon got them so often, now, and without his medication… he was beginning to remember what it felt like to have them.

He crumpled the floor.

"Agonne…!" Hiruma cried out, grabbing him. He dropped his fork, seeing Agon's eyes roll into the back of his head, passing out. Hiruma lifted him, scared, biting his lip, repositioning his lover onto the bed, letting him sleep, silently. Hiruma cried.

Agon wasn't good. He wasn't good, he said to himself, again, crying. He knew it. Agon woke up. He blinked. He must've fallen out from an onslaught of flashbacks, some he put off for the longest time. He looked at Hiruma. His lover was close to crying.

He must've gotten fearful, seeing Agon fall out like he did. Hiruma hadn't seen him like that before. Not even… not even when they were together —

"I… will be okay," Agon said to him, still, speaking up suddenly. Hiruma froze. Agon didn't look him in the eye, saying this. "For now."

Hiruma sighed. As long as Agon said he'd be okay, Hiruma knew he wasn't lying. Agon didn't make empty promises, especially with something he struggled to speak about.

Agon closed his eyes. He closed his eyes and rested, sometimes, feeling the faintest touch of Hiruma's fingertips, worried. He let him comb through his hair, easing the pain. Agon woke up, yawning, realizing he had fallen asleep. Hiruma was finished with his breakfast.

He got it for him, washing the plates, putting them in the dishwasher before brushing his teeth and falling asleep again, sighing through his nostrils, tired. Hiruma's appointment was at 11:30. It was 11:45 right now. They were going to be late.

"I rescheduled it for 12:30." Hiruma said to him. Agon looked. "Come on, my Agonne. Let's go take a shower."

Agon helped Hiruma stand, walking to the bathroom. He rubbed his back on the bathroom counter when Hiruma bent over, putting his head down, allowing him to. Hiruma was in pain. Agon knew. So, he helped him. There wasn't much he could do beyond not knowing what was going to be received in the X rays.

Hiruma received the X rays.

The two were doing a photoshoot together for Givenchy, a 16-page spread in their magazine, showing their love. It was an intimate photoshoot. On set, Hiruma reached in his bag of cellphones, seeing one's screen light up and answered it.

The results were in.

Agon watched him. He remained in front of the camera, eating an apple, one Hiruma was supposed to bite off of when the cameras started rolling. They were on 15 minute break.

Hiruma nodded his head. He nodded his head and bit his lip, grinning, before putting his phone away.

"What did they say?" Agon asked him when Hiruma came over to him, coming against his body. His gaze was shadowed. Hiruma shook his head.

Not here. Hiruma seemed to say. He read his body language. Not in front of the others, huh? Agon snorted, figuring. Hiruma was private. He didn't want to leak any information out to the trashes. Must've been some pretty bad news, huh?

Agon carried Hiruma on his waist when asked, lifting him, showing their love, Hiruma naked, when the producers asked them to relax, and be normal, do what they usually do.

"Pretend you're at home," They had said to Agon, telling him slowly. Agon grinned, facing Hiruma. "Just act normal, like you're at home, having a nice meal—"

Agon kissed his neck. Hiruma should've known. Hiruma laughed out, grinning, Agon kissing down his body, snickering. The camera shot them. They took a couple pictures of Agon kissing Hiruma, nuzzling his nose against his neck, placing his lips against him there, modeling Givenchy jeans. Hiruma was pressed against his body, wearing a white long sleeved Givenchy shirt, looking at the camera, eyes slanted.

Hiruma kissed Agon. They made out against the counter when moved to a mock kitchen setting, on set. Agon was against his body, holding his thigh above his waist, kissing his lips as Hiruma pulled away, heavy, Agon's own tugging on his bottom lip, almost making love to Hiruma on the spot when—

"That's a wrap!" The clapboard was snapped, ending the shoot. Agon looked up. The studio staff began clapping, giving whistles. Hiruma grinned. He kissed Agonne's lips. They did it.

The Givenchy shoot was released over night, when Agon walked for Yeezy at 8, all of the hype following the two. CNN seemed to be all over them, as everyone was, Givenchy just breaking a world record for Magazine issues sold over night, sponsoring Agon and Hiruma.

"Who are these mystery football players?" A reporter on CNN asked, showing behind the scenes footage of Agon in a studio shoving cake in Hiruma's mouth, chewing his own with a fork on his plate, laughing. "Who are these players Givenchy has chosen to sponsor for their new campaign Intimacy at Home?"

Hiruma watched Agon walk in Madison Square Garden. He really did have such a talent for things. Agon was beautiful. He felt proud. Even Japan couldn't cover this much coverage. Hiruma grinned. That's what he meant by saying, We'll blow it out. When Yamato called them on their last trip to New York, saying. Hiruma wasn't a coward when it came to things he loved.

He wasn't a coward when it came to Agon.

Agon spoke to Hiruma when they got home. It was a private penthouse, but paparazzi had been all over the two since the spread came out, Agon having to shut the blinds, telling them to go the fuck home, screaming.

Agon was agitated. He made soup for Hiruma, soaking the broth a bit, before he brought it to his lover in bed. "Here," he grunted, handing him the soup, gentle. "It's hot, so blow. Don't want to burn your tongue, do you? Kukuku."

"I would've thought you've done the blowing for me," Hiruma snarked sweetly, voice soft, reminiscing last night, sipping his soup. "Agonne."

Agon smirked. He sat down next to Hiruma in bed. He took off his clothes. "So," he said, peeling off his socks, taking off his sweater, a gift from the Yeezy fashion show. "What did the doctor say?"

Hiruma was silent. Agon tossed his sweater on the floor, waiting on an answer from him. All day, he had been avoiding it, waiting till a time came where he could tell Agonne, privately, when they were alone. Now they were all alone. Together. A single lamp lit the room.

"I'll need surgery," Hiruma told him, staring ahead at the wall, gaze blank. Agon looked at him. Hiruma blew on his soup. "Can't be helped. Will you stay with me?" He smirked, looking at him. "My Agonne? Or will you go with Shin and train, back in Japan? He called, you know, asking where you were, and if you'd be in Japan within the next three weeks to take down Kobayakawa Sena."

Agon thought. He had training with Shin at the end of this month. These next two weeks would be his last with Hiruma before he did. He had agreed to train with Shin only, as Hiruma was training his team for the match in the Finale. He thought.

"Yeah," he said, "I'll stay with you, then I'll go leave; to train." He looked at Hiruma. "Right?"

"That's the plan." Hiruma laughed, easy.

"Have you told the team yet?"

"No. They've heard enough. That stunt with Givenchy will cover our asses with fire for the next three months. They won't need to hear about me getting surgery. It'll distract them."

"What about Mamori?" Agon asked, still.

"I've told her." Hiruma confessed. "But, knowing her, she'll probably tell the team. She's honest. That's not good." Hiruma laughed, blowing on his soup again. He ate it. "But, that's alright. I'm sure Yamato will cover the team and train them like I've asked, kekeke."

Agon looked at him. He laid his head on Hiruma's shoulder and rested on it, closing his eyes. Hiruma knew Agon would need his medication, soon. Today was Friday. Only until next Tuesday… he said to himself. Please, just make it until next Tuesday, my Agonne.

Hiruma shut his eyes. He knew Agon wouldn't make it until then. He was already blacking out and shutting his eyes, having multiple panic attacks within the day. His withdrawal symptoms were strong. He had already asked his father if Agonne had any leftover spares at the house, but his father told him no, saying whatever Agon took with him was his last, and only left.

Hiruma cursed. Damn it. Why was it so difficult? Why couldn't Agon's family just have spares lying around, knowing how severe Agon's ADHD, PTSD, Chronic Stress, and Anxiety were? Agon had disorders. He couldn't help it. He needed his medication.

Hiruma let Agon rub his back in bed when he woke up, shutting off the lamp. He laid above Hiruma, rubbing his thumb over the bulge and near it in his back, gently, letting Hiruma moan, getting out the pain. Massages were the only thing that worked when Hiruma felt pain in his back. Heating pads stimulated him too much. He needed Agon. That way, Agon could be occupied, and think of something else.

Hiruma knew it was because he needed Agon to be with him.

Hiruma let Agon rub slow circles with his thumb, massing him. Hiruma calmed. He closed his eyes. It was night, now, nearing midnight. The two were going to bed.

"Your surgery's tomorrow… isn't it?" Agon asked him.

Hiruma nodded his head.

"Can I… come with you?"
Hiruma reached his hand back and grabbed Agon's hand, holding it. He gripped it strong. "You can always come with me, Agonne." Hiruma meant this, figuratively and literally. "You can always come with me. Whenever you want, You can always come with Me."

Agon cried against his back.

His tears were felt against him. Agon was scared. He didn't want anything to happen to his trash…! He cried. Hiruma felt him sob against him, heaving. Last time Agon went to the hospital, his mother died.

He didn't need to lose any others again.

Not another damn person…!

Hiruma rubbed Agon's hand. He held him.

Morning came.

The two dressed in the morning to leave. Hiruma was going to have surgery, on his back. At the least, Hiruma would be in there for six hours. The two were driven to a hospital, and there, they got out, walking quickly into the lobby, signing Hiruma in.

Hiruma got into a hospital gown within the hour, and danced for Agon, showing him how funny he looked in a blue gown and nightcap, his bleached blond spiky hair tucked away, exposing his forehead. His piercings were gone. Agon held them in his hand. Doctors asked them to remove any body jewelry like metal and the like from his body.

Agon sat in his chair. He remembered talking to Unsui when Hiruma slept around 1pm waiting on surgery in his hospital bed, to be called. Agon looked outside the window.

"Hiruma's… having surgery." Agon spoke to his twin, carefully. "Don't tell anyone. I'll kill you."
Agon wore a brown aviators jacket and jeans. He had on leather brown combat boots. He stuffed his hand in his back pocket, grunting.

"What?!" Unsui gasped on the phone. "How is he? Is he okay?"
"I don't know," Agon snapped, easy. "But… don't tell anyone."

He hung up the phone. Typical Agon. Only getting out what he wanted, not what he wanted him to say. Unsui stared at his phone screen. Thinking more about it, and more of Agon as a person, he remembered Hiruma explaining to him on the Second Day of Agon not having his medication to not take anything personal.

"Don't take it personally." Hiruma explained to him, saying. He looked at Agon in bed, sleeping. He smiled. His smile quickly faded when he remembered he was talking to Unsui. He frowned, lips thinning. "Anything Agon might try to say to you or do to you isn't personal. It's not Agon's fault. He's off his medication. Goodbye."

Hiruma hung up.

Typical Hiruma fashion. Agon and Hiruma were more similar than Unsui thought. What was wrong with the both of them?

Hiruma was called into surgery.

Agon looked up. They began to wheel him away. He was still holding his hand. It was around 3 pm. He had been there all morning.

"Wait," Agon told the nurses beginning to wheel Hiruma's hospital bed out of the room, "I need a moment,"

They began to wheel him away.

"I said wait goddammit!" Agon snapped, yelling. They froze. Agon grasped Hiruma's hand in his palm, holding his knuckles against his lips, kissing him gently. He was remembering the times when Hiruma stroked his hair, constantly reminding him that everything would be okay during his stay, Agon's head against his lap on the hospital bed, eyes wide, before surgery. He was anxious.

"It will be alright, my Agonne," Hiruma said to him, yawning. He leaned his head back against the sheets of the pillow. "Everything… will be okay." His eyelids fluttered. He was falling asleep. "My… Agonne."

Agon sat up. Hiruma was asleep. That was when he called Unsui.

Now, Hiruma was being rolled away.

Agon cried. A tear fell against the palm of Hiruma's hand. Agon broke down. Agon had lost his mom in the hospital. He didn't want to lose Hiruma, too...!

Hiruma looked at him. Agon clenched his lip formed into a painful frown. He reached his hand out to Agon and touched his cheek, nodding his head.

Let me go. He ordered, with his eyes. Agon.

No…! Agon cried out, looking at him. He was breathing hard, beginning to panic. No…! I don't want you to leave! Hiruma!

Leave me. Hiruma said. Leave me, Agonne.

No!

Hiruma blinked the tears out of his eyes. He was scared. All this time, he had been trying to convince himself it was only surgery, and be okay, but his paranoia was running strong. His father's words echoed in his head.

You must not go too doctors, Youichi! They will torture you! Youichi!

Hiruma made a decision.

Let me go. He told Agon, again, eyes bright. Agon.

Agon's lip fell. He still clasped Hiruma with both hands. "You won't leave me, right…?" Agon asked him, holding up one pinkie. He stared at him, eyes wide. "Right…?"

His lip was trembling.

Hiruma held out his pinkie to his. "I Promise." he said. "'Kay?"

Agon nodded his head, growing easy. He was shaking. "You won't leave me," he said to himself, almost in an attempt of comfort, trembling. "Right…?"

"I promise." Hiruma nodded his head. He shook Agon's pinkie, tight. "I swear."
Hiruma was rolled off. Agon let go. He wiped his eyes and cried. A nurse tried to come near him, and rub his back, telling him everything would be alright, saying he was going to be okay, but, Agon snapped.

"Leave me alone!" He exploded, eyes widening. They were green. "Leave me alone!"

He broke down into a sob, covering them again. The nurse stood near him, shocked, and backed away. She stood near his side, watching, before leaving the room.

The door shut.

Hiruma came out of surgery 6 hours later. Everything was fine. Everything had gone smoothly. He was rolled back into his room, knocked out, asleep, on anesthetic. Agon waited the entire time.

As soon as Hiruma was rolled into his room, Agon jumped to his feet, walking over, seeing him. Hiruma was fine. Hiruma was fine, he said to himself, again, rubbing his arms, holding himself, anxious. He was fine. He was okay...

He said this to himself in the corner of the bathroom for six hours before Unsui walked in, stopping him from cutting himself with a knife.

"Everything is fine…" Agon mumbled, grabbing a metal knife taken from his tray at the hospital's restaurant, now, on the floor. He looked at it, eyes wide, thinking of mom. He placed it against his neck. "Everything is fine… I will be with mom, soon… everything's fine—"
He began to cut.

"Agon!" Unsui stopped him.

He rushed in the bathroom and grabbed the knife, holding Agon's hand. Agon snapped out of it. He looked at Unsui, eyes wide, lip falling. His eyes were hazel.

"Unko-chan…" Agon had said, looking at him. Unsui cried.

"How long have you been here… Agon…?" Unsui asked him, tears falling from his face. Agon's lip wobbled.

"Six hours."

Unsui sobbed against him, holding him. He hugged Agon. This was why Agon couldn't be alone. Why Hiruma tried so hard getting Agon a place to stay. Agon locked himself in bathrooms and closed spaces in an attempt to get away from his flashbacks, breaking out of it. He couldn't help it.

Unsui cried.

He remembered finding his brother at 7, in their closet, hugging his knees, rocking himself back and forth, telling himself everything was fine, mom's not here, and when Unsui opened the closet door, reaching for a pair of shoes, he spotted Agon, biting his lip, eyes wide.

"Agon…?" Unsui said, aloud, with wonder. "Why are you in a closet...?"

Agon immediately stood. He rushed out of the room, telling his brother he wouldn't understand. He looked like he had been crying.

"How long have you been there?" Unsui remembered asking him, peeking his head out of the doorway. "Agon?"

"Two hours." Agon told him, in the hallway, standing. He clenched his fist, biting his lip. "Since dad… made us lunch."
Two hours.

He rushed into the bathroom and slammed the door.

Agon had been there two hours.

And Unsui hadn't even known.

Unsui pulled his brother to his feet, grasping him carefully, holding onto Agon for dear life. Unsui looked at him.

"Why are you here…?" Agon asked him, voice soft. "Unko-chan."

"I came, feeling something was wrong," Unsui said, gasping, explaining quickly. His heart was racing, "I stopped training and caught the nearest flight I could, coming over. By the time I got word of where you were, I found you—" Unsui choked up. "—I found you… here… alone. It's okay, Agon. Brother's got you."

He lowered Agon onto the couch, nearing it. "Brother's got you," he repeated, saying, placing his brother upon the cushion. Agon's eyes faded. He looked distant. Saliva dropped from his lip. He was dead. Mentally.

He wasn't here all the way anymore.

Unsui waited. He sat in a chair and waited, on explanation, and contemplated, on Agon, before his brother woke up, sitting up from the couch. He stared at Unsui.

"Why are you here?" he said with distaste. "Unko-chan."

He gave him a bitter glare. Unsui grabbed his hand. He held it. "I'm here for you." Tears dripped down his face. "Agon."

Agon looked in shock.

Tears fell from his own.

Agon had a bandage around his neck from the small cut made by the knife, earlier. Agon had panicked. He remembered going into the bathroom, trying to get away, splashing water on his face, when an onslaught of flashbacks came upon him, all at once, Mom coughing on his face, Dad trying to pick him up from the ground, Unsui screaming—

It was all too much.

He had carried the knife with him in the bathroom when he went, forgetting it was there when he had carried it in with him, reacting. He dropped the metal. He was worried. About Hiruma.

Panic set in.

"Everything will be okay…" He tried to tell himself, humming in a murmur, saying, looking around the bathroom anxiously. He thumbed his fingers across the sink. "Everything will be okay… Hiruma promised…"

He didn't believe himself. He wanted to go back and get Hiruma, going home. Agon almost did, in a panic, leaving the bathroom, whimpering, but stopped, midway, remembering Hiruma had promised.

He hugged his stomach and sat on the floor, rocking himself back and forth, crisscrossing. His shades were on the sink corner. He rocked himself, trying to cope, Hiruma gone, not there to hum to him.

Not there to hold him.

Agon cried. Tears fell down his face without even knowing it, eyes wide. "Everything is fine…" he said to himself, deep. His eyes were cast open, green. "Everything is fine… Hiruma said so… Everything is fine…"

He remained there for six hours, rocking himself.

Unsui had bought him something to eat. It was a box of Teriyaki chicken wings. Unsui let go of his hand.

"Here," Unsui grabbed a couple tissues, wiping his brother's face. "I bought you some food. I figured you'd be pretty hungry."
Agon ate. In silence. This wasn't a difference in the usual two. Unsui ate his own buffalo flavor. They waited on Hiruma to return. Unsui didn't talk to Agon about what he had seen, or what his twin had done—All that he cared about was that Agon was okay.

This was why Agon couldn't be left alone.

Unsui finally understood Hiruma's persistence. Why he was so focused on getting Agon somewhere to stay, someone to watch over him while he was gone.

This was why Hiruma loved Agon.

Hiruma's love for Agon was so strong that he couldn't leave him. He couldn't. Agon was his best friend. He cared a lot about him. So when he was wheeled in, Agon standing, running over to him, grabbing his hand, crying silently into the palm of it—

Unsui understood

They loved each other.

"That surgery was fucking crazy," Hiruma said, grinning ear to ear, lazy, grin slashed open from side to side, looking at his Agon. "Don't remember shit…"

Hiruma passed out, head slumping against the pillow, still heavy from the anesthetic. The nurse and doctors told Agon what Hiruma needed, and the ways Agon would have to help on his road to recovery. Unsui watched.

The doctors and nurses left Agon, leaving him alone with Hiruma. Agon had grabbed a stool and pulled it next to him, sitting down, making a tight murmur within himself, anxious. He placed his head down near Hiruma's outer thigh above the blanket, holding his hand. He closed his eyes. He slept.

Unsui had seen how anxious Agon had gotten when Hiruma was rolled into the room, grabbing a chair immediately and sitting down next to him when the doctors left. His eyes were wide. He bit his lower lip, making a mumble, hugging himself, almost in a sound of worry, sitting down, and looked at Hiruma.

He set his head down, sleeping.

Agon hadn't been this anxious since the last time Unsui'd seen him, horny. Only this time, Agon wasn't horny at all, and only anxious, worried, concerned, afraid. He wasn't smiling at all.

It was something Unsui had to get used to.

Unsui left the room. He asked the nurse on the way out to please watch his brother, Agon, and make sure he didn't do anything stupid, tired, but now that Agon had Hiruma—

He was sure he'd be okay.

Unsui sighed with relief.