Hiruma stayed in the hospital for five days.
On the First day, Hiruma woke from his anaesthetic, looking at his lover across him in bed.
His head was on his lap.
Hiruma looked at him. The room was lit by one single lamp. It must've been in the middle of the night, as New york city was buzzing awake in the night sky, seen through his room window. His suite was silent, as only Agon rested by his side. His dreads splayed over his head like a mop. Hiruma smiled weakly. Agon held Hiruma's hand, loose. He had fallen asleep.
Hiruma squeezed his hand tightly. Agon was still slumped over on his bedside, sitting in a stool, asleep. When he woke, he startled with a jump, reacting, before looking at Hiruma, eyes cast wide.
They were amber.
"Hiruma…" Agon said, lip falling. He squeezed his hand tight. He looked at Hiruma, rubbing his thumb across his lover's hand, holding him. His eyes watered.
Hiruma only looked at him. He didn't say anything. He only looked at Agon, seeing him. He was still heavy under the anesthetic. His eyelids drooped.
He was going to sleep, soon. Agon stood. Hiruma reached out to turn off the lamp next to him, but, Agon beat him there. He shut it off. He walked back over and sat down in Hiruma's bed, rolling over above the sheets, getting under them.
Agon rested against Hiruma. Slowly, Hiruma turned over on his side, making room for his lover coming against him, joining him beside his body. Agon rested his palm against Hiruma's hip, rubbing it with his thumb.
He tucked his arm underneath his head. "Go to sleep," he told him, shutting his eyes. "Trash." Hiruma sighed against him. He felt his lover's hand against his stomach. He held it. They breathed.
He fell asleep.
In the morning, when he woke, Agon was gone. Instead, Unsui sat at a stool, near Hiruma's bedside, on his phone. Hiruma looked at him.
"Agonne…?" Hiruma called out.
He was still heavy from the anesthetic. Unsui looked up. Agon and Hiruma really loved each other, huh?
"No," Unsui sighed. "It's me. Last time we talked, you hung up."
Hiruma stilled. Oh. It was him. He turned away and grunted. Lucky for him, Agonne and Unsui didn't have the same vocal tone. He grimaced, smirking.
"Where is he…?" he said, looking at a wall. "Did you put him… in a Mental Hospital?"
"No," Unsui said. "He's at home. Asleep. The nurses sent him away, saying he was only allowed to stay overnight. Sorry,"
"Where is he… now?"
"Like I said, he's at home." Unsui answered, straightening his coat. "By now he must be sleeping. He's in bed. He'll be here shortly, I'm sure."
"Then why are you here?" Hiruma snapped quick. He didn't look at him. "If he's going to be here, soon, then why… are you here?"
"You sent him away," Unsui said, confessing. Hiruma froze. "Remember? You said you wanted Agon to get you some pajamas, saying your hospital gown was uncomfortable, remember?"
The memories came back to Hiruma. Foggy at first, but, he remembered. Agon and him had been making out in bed when Unsui came in, shocked. Hiruma remembered sweetly telling Agon to fetch him some pajamas, saying these damn hospital clothes were motherfucking uncomfortable. Unsui said he'd follow Agon out, making sure he was alright, and left Hiruma. Hiruma remembered closing his eyes, just for a second.
Oh. That must've been when he was still going in and out from the anesthetic, drowsy. He still wanted to sleep. He laughed.
"Kekeke… Is he home… right now?" Hiruma asked him, again. "My Agonne…?"
"He's at home," Unsui assured him, answering.
"Then why are you here," Hiruma repeated, gaze blank, looking ahead at the wall. He was on his back. He could feel the IV's strapped in on his arm, tight.
"Agon asked me to watch you," Unsui said, telling him. "When I asked him if he wanted me to stay with him, he sent me here, to watch you, so he could at least sleep. He will be okay."
"Did he… promise?"
"He did."
Unsui wasn't sure if a demon like Hiruma could look like he breathed a little easier, but, Hiruma's breath seemed to slow, falling. He breathed out, sighing. Hiruma didn't answer him, but his eyes were dark, looking at the wall.
"That's good."
Agon remembered Hiruma making out with him in bed the first time he woke up, around 9 in the morning. He was sitting next to Hiruma, resting beside him, when Hiruma woke up, stirring. He turned over to face Agon, grunting. It was just them.
"It's just… us," Agon told him. "Trash…"
"Just… us?" Hiruma mumbled.
His eyes were still shut. Agon nodded. "Mhm." he grabbed his hand, placing it near his chest. "Just us."
Hiruma smiled. Weary. He opened his eyes. They were dark. Tired. Hiruma looked at him. His lips thinned sweetly.
"I love you."
Agon froze. Hiruma wasn't thinking straight, possibly from the anaesthetic, but, Agon could feel it. Hiruma meant it.
"Ai shiteru. My Agonne."
Tears fell from Agon. Such open faced emotion… why him?! Why did Hiruma love someone like him so much…?! His lip trembled. Hiruma loved him.
Hiruma loved him…!
Agon kissed his lips. He pulled Hiruma over him, grabbing his waist, resting his body on top of his. Agon cried, kissing into his mouth, Hiruma moaning, underneath the sheets, sighing into him.
"I love you…"Agon had said to him, sighing into his mouth, quick, "I love you so much, baby…"
He kissed the side of his neck. Hiruma moaned. His claws gripped the sides of his jacket, feeling Agon hump his waist, groaning.
"I love you so much…" Hiruma said into him, combing his fingers through his dreadlocks, breathing quick. "I love you so much, my Agonne…!"
Agon kissed him. Hiruma was still heavy from the anesthetic, so his kisses were sloppy, but it made Agon laugh, looking at him. They continued to kiss.
Unsui walked in.
Agon and Hiruma were still kissing, hearing Unsui walk in, setting bags of food down, him saying, "I thought I'd bring by some breakfast, since you'd be hungry—" when he saw them. He froze, awkwardly.
He looked.
Agon and Hiruma broke away.
Oh. Bad timing. Unsui sighed. "Agon, if you want anything to eat, it's on the table," He looked at Hiruma. He dipped his head in respect. "Morning, Hiruma."
Hiruma ignored him. Agon squeezed his ass, biting his lip, snickering. Hiruma laughed. Agon pulled away from him, sitting up in bed, getting out of it. Hiruma stared at him as he walked away, towards the food.
"Agonne," Hiruma said, biting his lip. "Get my pajamas. These damn hospital clothes are motherfucking uncomfortable, you know."
Hiruma laughed, looking at him. Agon scanned the piles of Take-out Unsui had brought. He winked, looking back at Hiruma.
Hiruma laughed. He set his head down and closed his eyes. The aftermath of the anesthetic came upon him heavy. Agon looked at Unsui.
"Can you… come with me?" he asked him, looking up from the bags of food. "To get Hiruma's stuff. I just need to put it in his duffle bag."
He looked at it off in the corner, pistols loaded inside, black. Agon stroked his fingers through his dreadlocks, breathing deep.
Unsui looked at him. Agon seemed okay, now. "Sure." he nodded. "Come with me."
Agon followed him out the door. He grabbed Hiruma's duffel bag, shifting it over his shoulder, walking out with Unsui, going home. When they entered his penthouse, Agon unlocking the door with his keys, fishing them out of his pocket, opening the door, placing his duffle bag on the floor, kneeling down towards a dresser, pulling it out, Agon told Unsui to look away.
"Don't look," he told him, almost digging through it, on his knees. His silent eye looked at Unsui with a coldness, turning blue beneath his lenses, almost glaring, forbidding. Unsui didn't look. He closed his eyes.
Agon dug through his drawer, looking for nightclothes Hiruma could wear. He pulled out lingerie. Hiruma's drawer was stacked full of it. He pulled out lace panties.
Hiruma never really wore nightclothes when he was with Agon. He usually wore Agon's t-shirts almost all the time, or lingerie underneath them, or occasionaly, he was naked, when Agon slept with him, in bed, falling asleep.
Agon packed it, snorting. He had never went through Hiruma's drawer. He wondered if this was how Hiruma felt when packing his things. Agon paused.
"Unko-chan." he said, aloud, suddenly. Unsui froze. He opened his eyes. Agon stopped him. "Don't open your eyes, but…" Unsui closed them. "Do you think you could… watch Hiruma for me?"
Unsui stilled. Why was his brother asking him this? He looked at Agon, peaking at his brother. He was still, looking ahead at the dresser, eyes open, gazing over it. He held black cloth. Unsui closed his eyes.
His brother was tired.
"You… don't want to leave him, Agon?" he asked. "Last night… you wanted to be with him, right?"
"...I do," Agon spoke slowly, like he was trying to translate what he felt on the inside to his brother, but… he wouldn't understand. He continued packing. "Look, just… bring him this."
Agon finished packing the duffel bag. Unsui opened his eyes. It was zipped shut. He walked over to Agon. Wearily, he grabbed it, reaching out with his hand.
He took it.
He remembered Agon still kneeling by Hiruma's drawer, watching it, shut, looking at it, eyes glossing over.
"C'mon, Agon," Unsui said, kneeling down, scooping his arms underneath Agon's, picking him up lightly. "Let's get you to bed, huh? Onii-chan's got you…"
Agon was having a flashback. He wasn't here, right now. Agon didn't feel like he was here, anyway. His mind was somewhere, else, now. All he could feel Unsui picking up his body and sitting him on the bed, compassionate. Agon looked at himself. He came back. He was on the bed, now. Unsui stood above him.
"Agon…" he said to him, speaking up. "As your brother… I'm asking you to stay home—"
"I am," Agon said, turning over on his stomach, frowning. He hugged the pillows, putting them to his face. "If that's… what you're wondering."
He looked at him. Agon's goggles were still on. His lip was thin. He frowned, putting his head down, beginning to sleep.
"I'm staying… home." Agon told him. "I heard the nurses talking," He turned his head over, sighing deep. "I'm not stupid. Yesterday was my last night, right? I can't stay. I'll come visit… when I can."
"Are you… okay?"
Agon grunted. "More than you are," he turned over in bed, batting Unsui off, waving his hand. His shirt and jacket were nowhere to be found. He had took them off when he was packing Hiruma's stuff. "Go away. You're ruining my mood, kukuku."
Unsui smiled. He stepped back from him. Agon would be okay. He was just going to bed. He'd wake later.
"When do you think you'll be back?" Unsui asked his twin. "Agon?"
"Afternoon."
"Do you want me to wake you?"
"No. Go away."
"Alright, then." Unsui walked away, holding the duffel bag in his hand. He looked at Agon one last time before turning his head, walking out the door.
Agon slept. He put his head down, snoring when Unsui shut the door behind him. Agon thought. He thought about Hiruma. He was lonely.
He thought about the days when he would go to the Mental Hospital, and Hiruma would have to be here, home alone. He clenched the pillow with his hands. Hiruma must've been so lonely, here, packing Agon's bags for him to leave.
Agon stilled. He closed his eyes and thought about Hiruma again, wanting to be with him. He wanted to be with his love.
Agon remembered kissing Hiruma's mouth in bed when he was there, that morning, in the hospital, with him, telling him that he loved him, sighing into his mouth, moaning.
Agon woke. It was around 1 in the afternoon. He got up from bed and took a shower, washing his hair, running shampoo through his dreadlocks with his fingers, thinking about Hiruma.
Hiruma must've done this alone, too.
He got out of the shower and got dressed, putting on a b-3 black bomber jacket and black fitted jeans, wearing black Under Armour Curry 2's, and dark Oakley Juliet lenses, placing them on his face. He grabbed a black beaded necklace and rosemary's, placing them on his neck with his usual golden chain, walking out the door.
When he arrived at the hospital, Hiruma was still in bed. He came against him, laying above the sheets, going to sleep on his side. Hiruma laughed.
"Kekeke… My Fucking Dread…" Hiruma cackled sweetly, rubbing his lover's hand above his hip, holding it against him underneath the sheets. Agon rubbed him.
"The things I'm going to do to you…" he whispered in his ear, growling. He bit the tip of Hiruma's ear, tugging on it. "You have no idea, baby…"
He kissed on the bottom of Hiruma's neck, sucking on it. He made a moan, quiet. They were alone. He dragged Agon's hand to his lower back, letting him feel the bandages there.
Agon's fingers traced them. He felt the bandages on Hiruma's back, rubbing them with his fingers, lacing the tips across them.
Agon continued to kiss him. Hiruma moaned, feeling his lover suck him upon his neck, loving on him. Hiruma whimpered out as Agon rubbed his hand with his thumb, stroking him. He kissed down his throat, biting him hard, nipping him.
Agon broke away and ran his nose down Hiruma's neck, kissing him lightly there, pecking his skin, cuddling him.
Saikyoudai walked in.
"Agon-san!" Ikkyu cried out, holding a card. The core members came inside the room, Yamato, Taka, Banba, and Ikkyu standing with flowers in hand, Unsui next to them.
"Sorry," Unsui said, rubbing his hand behind his head, blushing out of embarrassment. "They wanted to come in. I saw them on my way back here-"
"Ouh~!" A loud voice shouted, a tall man entering the room. "Is this his room? Sweet!"
Panther walked in, along with Sena, holding a yellow bouquet of flowers, grinning weakly, lip wobbling.
"H-H-Hiruma-san!" Sena said aloud, stammering, seeing him in the hospital bed. Hiruma looked up. His lip fell.
"Huh?" He mumbled weakly. "The fuck are you fucking brats doing here?"
He grinned. Yamato smiled confidently, holding a basket full of cards from his team in his hands, placing them on the table.
"The rest of the team couldn't make it," Yamato said, telling him. "They're busy training, but Mamori let us know about your situation, and we came… as soon as we could." He smiled warmly. "I hope you wouldn't let something like this crumble your place as Captain, Hiruma."
Hiruma smirked, sitting up. "You fucking brats can go the fuck on home," he smiled, telling them. "I don't need your pity. I'll be walking out the door in two days, just you watch me—Kekeke!"
"There goes that confidence, again…" Sena mumbled to the side of him, smiling wearily. He looked at Hiruma. Agon was in bed with him, still on his side. He hadn't moved.
What a devoted Vice-Captain. Sena thought, looking at him.
"We came, hearing what happened from Mamori," Sena smiled warmly, explaining. He walked over with yellow flowers. They were Acacia. "We've been training, so I've been out of earshot of the news, and haven't heard a thing, so when Mamori called, asking if we could visit Hiruma, saying it'd give him a boost—"
He looked up at him and smiled.
"I couldn't help myself." he said, honestly.
Hiruma whipped a lighter out of nowhere and lit the flowers on fire, leaving everyone stunned. Panther grabbed the bouquet of flowers before the flames could engulf anymore and dowsed them down the toilet, flowers ruined.
"I should've known," Sena said, rubbing the back of his head, laughing wearily. "Hahaha…"
"No fear, Sena," Yamato said, suddenly, confident. "Hiruma's always been that way. That's why we brought him cards, instead—"
He shot them.
Everyone laughed, at least, on team Saikyoudai. Sena only shriveled, weak, but he looked like he was having a good time. Unsui sighed with relief.
Agon woke up.
Too soon.
"AH?!" Agon shouted, snapping. Everyone flinched. Unsui cringed. "Get the hell outta my hospital room, you trashes!"
Is it even your hospital room? Sena and Panther wondered, cocking their heads. Agon sat up. He had remained quiet all this time. Unsui knew his brother. He was bound to snap, anyways. Agon let out a shout, screaming at his teammates.
"Fuck are you doing here?!" He snapped, looking at Taka. "Ah? Have time to brush our hair and visit us at the hospital? Damn. Thought you would've had a hissy fit being brought here, kukuku. Don't worry. You can hook up your flat iron in the bathroom. There's an outlet. Kukuku…"
Hasn't changed… The entire room said in their heads, looking at him.
Taka sighed. "We came to see Hiruma," he explained, "so if you would, Agon, I would like to be as non-confrontational as we can. This is a visit, after all."
"That spirit, I like it…!" Yamato gritted his teeth, saying. He grinned. "Fired up for the Finals, huh, Agon?"
Agon didn't answer. He only tsked, flopping on his back across the bed, folding his arms behind his head. "Your asses are getting kicked," he smirked, looking at Unsui and Sena, cold. "Why would I be?"
Agon smiled cruelly, teeth showing.
Agon always had been this way, Unsui groaned in his head, thinking back to when they were children. When the two actually managed to make friends, if he could call it that, Agon would always come in and say something harsh, like, "Why would I be interested? No one wants to play with you." And they would go home, crying.
Agon would laugh.
He was getting enjoyment out of this, Unsui could see, looking at his brother's face. Hiruma saw past that. Agon was getting enjoyment out of seeing his future opponents, and crushing them right before him, after they worked so hard training.
It was a test of his own abilities.
If Agon defeated them, he would be on top, and his overnight training each day would pay off. Hiruma knew that Agon wasn't one for useless matters. He had a brain. He wasn't stupid.
It was hard for commoner's to get it, Agon laughed swiftly in his head. He wanted to crush Sena, and had been wanting to crush him since his last Year in Highschool…! When they played in the Spring Tournament, Sena hadn't been there due to his stay in America at Norte Dame…! Agon wanted to grab him by his neck and—!
Crush him…! Agon clenched his fist, eyes wide, gritting his teeth, staring directly ahead at the group, glare peering over Sena, cold.
Sena felt it. He looked at Ikkyu. Ikkyu seemed to be having fun, laughing with Unsui, catching up. It wasn't Ikkyu. Then who…
Agon was silent. He glared at Sena, eyes open, silent. A predator. Panther stilled. Geez, this guy is crazy! He laughed.
"Nishishishi! Now that Hiruma's in the hospital," He crooked his arms behind his head, looking at him with a confident grin. He stared. "Will you make it in time for the finale?"
Hiruma grabbed a stick of gum. "You will get bald, worrying about me," he said, telling him. "I would worry about your Lightspeed Fucking Shrimp, Kobayakawa… Sena."
The mood was felt—from the two demons in bed. Hiruma didn't stop. Ikkyu's conversation trailed, seeing what was happening.
"I will use all my cards against him," Hiruma said, declaring a challenge. "And go at my full strength. I won't stop just because he was my kouhai—" He cackled suddenly, hugging his stomach. "Kekeke! You fake fucks! You want to go at full strength, don't you...!?"
He laughed. Fire was felt in the room. Hiruma could feel it. He thrived off of this spirit. He sat up even more.
"That's why," he said, holding his gun near him, his black M16. "I will defeat you. This will be the showdown of the Century, you fucks! We won't be losing."
"Yeah." Unsui said, clenching his fist, stepping forward. "We won't either."
Saikyoudai and Enma stood their separate ways, looking at their future opponents. They would be fighting, after this month. They smiled, determination felt. Challenges were issued.
Despite the initial combative tone Agon set up in the air, everyone sat down and began to eat, chatting, as if nothing ever happened, catching up on old times. It wasn't as if nothing didn't happen, Agon said in his head, looking at them. The challenge would just be denied until later, when they could properly face off on the field.
Agon tsked. He turned his head, hearing that shrimp laugh. He wanted to crush him…! He wanted to crush that Kobayakawa Sena, make sure he would never deny him upon the field again…!
Hiruma held his hand. Agon was still next to him. He looked. Hiruma had that fire in his eyes, too. He understood how he felt.
"We'll defeat him." Hiruma declared, promising. He squeezed his hand, laughing. "Kekeke… Impatient Fucking Dread."
Panther laughed out. "Japanese is so weird!" he said suddenly, leaning back in his chair, placing his foot against the table. His arms were behind his head. "You all can't speak English?"
"Panther…" Sena laughed out, sweet, weary.
"I can," Unsui said, raising his hand, "Some."
"I'm Fluent," Yamato grinned. "I was the original Eyeshield 21, you know." He looked at Sena. "I'll come against you for the title again when we face off, in the Final. You may be the strongest runner, but you're not the strongest player." He set his coffee down. "I am."
"Ah?!" Agon shouted out, raising his head, sudden. "Dipshit!" he laughed with a coarse breath. "You trash just keep wishing to dream, don't you? Go to sleep. We all know it's me, kukuku."
"They say Shin is declared as the Perfect Player," Yamato continued, saying to Agon, looking at him, fire in his eyes. "And I say it's a question of matter from birth. Do you believe this, Agon? One who is the Perfect Player is destined from birth…?"
The room grew silent. Agon stilled. Sena looked up from his meal, hearing his rival's name; Shin—fated by fate. From birth…? He thought in his head, hearing Yamato.
"You shitheads just don't understand." Agon spat, almost turning over. "You won't. Ikkyu's probably the only one that gets it. Talent. Raw Talent. It's not something you can earn just practicing like hell everyday, damn trashes, kukuku."
"So you believe the Perfect Player is destined from birth?" Yamato questioned him, again. "Do you believe you're the Perfect Player, Agon?"
"I am the Perfect Player." Agon stated, declaring. He twirled a metal fork in his fingers. "No one can stop me. I'm invincible."
"Then, we'll test this theory, of yours," Yamato said. "In the next match; A man, destined from birth with all the cards he can behold VS a man who has had none but one since the start, Sena. Are you ready?" He looked at Sena. "Sena."
Agon watched Sena gulp. He opened his mouth to speak, but Agon interrupted him.
"Sure, try all you want, you won't get past me." he said with force, grinning, twirling a fork in his hand, "I'm the Shepard; you're the sheep. There's no breaking this wall, kukuku. Your efforts are useless." He looked up at Kobayakawa Sena. "In the face of True Talent."
He threw the fork. It whizzed past Sena, cutting a strand of his hair, and through Unsui's beanie, pinning it against the wall across the room, 20 ft from the bed, marking it. Everyone stilled. Unsui stood.
"Agon!" he shouted. "That was uncalled for—!"
"I wasn't going to cut him," he said, batting his brother off. "Don't get your panties in a bunch. It didn't hit him, right?"
He laughed.
"He's just getting excited," Hiruma cackled, clearing the air. He grinned. He continued to clean his guns, wiping them. "Kekeke, like you all, you are almost pissing your pants over joyed about next month's game, right?"
No one could deny that.
"Then, let's have a challenge," Unsui heard Hiruma say, aloud this time. "Against our two Aces. My Agon VS Your Sena." He looked up at him. "Will you be playing your card, Captain?"
He stared at Unsui. He was mocking him for not being a Captain, yet. He was only Vice. Sena stilled. He knew Hiruma was only trying to rile them up, provoke them... but, even so…! It was working.
"He'll be playing all of his cards." said a voice from the door.
Everyone looked. It was Riku; hair white, jean jacket. He stood near the doorframe, holding a football. It was noon, now. Everyone stared at him. Agon grunted.
"Tch." he sucked his teeth.
"Riku…!" Sena smiled, looking at his comrade. "You made it…!"
"I always make it," Riku said, looking at Agon. "I'm never late."
Agon sat up, clenching his teeth. "You bitch…" he growled, low. He was talking about the times Agon was always late to practice or games, somewhere away. "I'll kill you…"
"Riku, don't…" Unsui stood, trying to separate the two once Agon stood, walking over. Hiruma watched him, eyes cold. "Agon, please, just sit down—"
He grabbed the glass of coffee on the table and threw it at the wall near Riku as he walked over in front of him, standing near it.
Everyone was still. They didn't know what to think. Yamato watched. Taka stopped reading. If they got near Agon, there was no telling what could happen, and Agon would get sent off for punching one of his teammates, and even if they did step in, Agon got more agitated when numbers were increased, and didn't stop. It was better, this way; for numbers to be one than many.
Coffee spilled against the wall. Everyone remained quiet. If Agon didn't stop, Hiruma knew, they'd place him in a hospital—
A Mental Hospital.
Unsui kept calm. Agon wasn't on his medication. There was no telling what he could do. He looked at Riku. He was hot blooded. He couldn't tell him to back down. Riku was known for being that way; his nature. Hiruma noticed.
"Agon…" Unsui said, holding his hand out, towards his brother. "Please. Don't do this…"
"Trashes like you make me pissed off the most…" Agon said, spitting, glaring at Riku from beneath his shades. "You like to flaunt what you don't have," he stepped forward, "And what you'll never get."
He inched towards him, stretching his neck over Unsui's arm, staring at Riku, cold, clenching his fist.
He continued to stare at him, lip thinning. Hiruma grabbed his gun. He analyzed Agon. If he threw a punch, their shot at the Rice Bowl was over. Unsui looked at him.
"Agon, don't do this…" Unsui begged, shaking his head, tears forming. "Please. It won't end well. For all of us—"
"You step on the field, you'll get killed." Agon told Riku, saying. "I'll make it my personal assignment to make sure you'll never be able to hold a football again." He backed off, stilling. "Consider this a warning, trash."
He stalked back over to Hiruma's bed and slept, putting his head down, rolling over on his side. Hiruma laughed out loud suddenly, holding his stomach. Everyone wondered what was wrong.
"What's wrong…?" Sena asked him, looking at his previous captain. "Hiruma-san?"
Hiruma kicked his legs in laughter under the sheets.
"What's so funny?" Unsui asked him, quick. "This isn't a laughing matter, Hiruma Youichi."
"This… Fucking Dread!" Hiruma managed to say, shouting. Tears formed in his eyes. "Kekeke! Always doing the most! He only just wanted you to leave the room so he could sleep! All this talk for nothing! Kekeke! Unbelievable!"
Everyone felt stupid.
"You mean…" Sena said, "All of this… was for a n-n-nap?!"
"This guy…" Banaba tsked, crossing his arms. "Always doing the worst."
Hiruma grinned. Agon only wanted to sleep. Since the beginning when the group walked in and Agon couldn't nap with all the noise going on, Hiruma could see the agitation on his face since the start! He cackled to himself silently, the group continuing conversation, breathing a little easier, finding this funny. His Fucking Dread...!
Hiruma slept when the group left around 4, beginning to pack up, noticing he was fading from the anaesthetic, nurses coming in, him changing into new pajamas, IV's being taken out, replaced with new ones. He was still recovering from Surgery. Unsui took the group out and left around 6, shutting the door behind him.
Agon came against him. It was only them, now. He kissed Hiruma's jawline above the sheets, light, palms boxing him in on Hiruma's side as Hiruma rested on it, opening his eyes.
"Hm…" Hiruma laughed sweetly, noticing his Agonne. "My Agon."
He ran his fingers through his lover's hair, stroking them as Agon came over his body, kissing his neck above the sheets, coming upon him.
"My Agonne…" Hiruma sighed, holding him. His fingers laced around his neck, wrist in bandages from the IV's, resting his head back onto the pillow in a moan, sighing. Agon bit him. Hiruma's hair had fallen. He wasn't able to gel it, here.
"They're making me walk, tomorrow." Hiruma moaned to him, breathing. "Will you be with me,my Agonne? They made me walk, earlier today."
Agon nodded. "Mhm." He nuzzled his nose across Hiruma's neck, kissing him. "I will."
Hiruma sighed with relief. He let Agon kiss him, fingers running through his hair, hand coming down into his sheets, rubbing his thigh. He tugged at the comforters, pulling them down below Hiruma's waist.
Hiruma felt Agon lick him, lifting his thigh, rubbing him, pulling it against his sides, coming down his neck. He bit him there, nipping. He tugged on his piercings.
"My Agonne…" Hiruma moaned, quick, feeling him. He cried out, Agon moving his head down his stomach, lifting his gown. He began to lick him. Hiruma moaned.
"Agonne," he pleaded, aimlessly, moving his head back, toes curling against the bed sheets, eyes shutting. He nodded his head, hand moving down to rub Agon's scalp underneath his gown, touching him. "My Agonne… My Agonne…!"
Agon tugged on his underwear, biting him. Hiruma was wearing sexy black lingerie for him, the ones Agon packed earlier. He laughed, pulling away.
"I wore it for you," Hiruma said, confessing. "You packed it for me. I changed into it after they helped me into my gown, My Fucking Dread, kekeke. Those Fucking Nurses."
Agon ran his hand down Hiruma's side. He turned him over slowly on his stomach, easing him. Hiruma grasped the sheets of his bed on his knees, Agon coming over him, beginning to kiss his jawline.
"The things I'm going to do to you…" he said in his ear, whispering, lifting the back of his gown. He kissed his neck, licking it, "You have no idea…"
He slapped Hiruma's ass. Hiruma moaned out, crying, nodding. Agon held his head up by his throat, strong hand gripping his neck, tight.
"I'm gonna fucking cum in you until you can't stand…" he said, growling. He gripped Hiruma's ass, strong, hand placed there, beginning to feel him. He kissed him. "You're going to have to beg me to stop… and even then I won't…" He began to whine, breathing, voice rasping. "I won't until you get on your fucking knees and beg me to fuck you from behind like this…"
He began to hump, thrusting forward into Hiruma from behind, choking him rough. Hiruma nodded his head.
"I'm going to fucking choke you into the sheets,like this," he said, breathing towards him, gripping him harder. His hand around his neck tightened, rubbing his thumbs across the sides at the skin there. "And throw you against the wall, fuck you against it, make you scream my name for all of this shit you put me through…"
Agon cried against his back. Tears were felt. His hold on Hiruma's neck loosened. He dropped his hand from Hiruma's ass, putting his head down, rubbing his waist, holding him.
"That's why..." he said. "You have to get better." He held Hiruma's hand, grabbing it. He looked up at him with blue eyes, tears prickling them. They reminded Hiruma of the moonlight the two shared. "You hear me, trash?"
Hiruma nodded his head, slowly. He laid back, easing in bed with the dragon, letting Agon rest his head against his chest and cry. His lip thinned. Agon was trying his best with what he had, and he didn't have much. He only had Hiruma, and his medication was gone. This was part of the reason why Hiruma didn't want to leave him.
He wanted Agon to be okay.
Around midnight, the nurses came in to check on Hiruma and change his bandages, updating him on anything he needed and wanted while they were there, and told Agon his visitation was long overstayed, and that he needed to leave.
"This isn't Agon," Hiruma said to the nurses, grinning. Agon looked, almost getting up to pack from his chest, laying on Hiruma. "This is Unsui."
Unsui hadn't stayed overnight yet. Agon grinned. This trash…
"What?" The nurse looked up. She studied them. "Unsui just checked himself out a little while ago…"
"That was Agon," Hiruma said. "After all, you told him he had to leave, didn't you? He couldn't stay overnight."
"Did you get us mixed up?" Agon sat up in bed, taking off his glasses, looking sweet. "Ah. It happens. Don't worry. We're identical, so we look the same."
He smiled.
The nurses bought it. They believed them. They allowed Agon—now Unsui—to stay overnight with Hiruma. Agon smirked cruelly, putting back on his shades.
"Trash really are scum," he said, "beneath me."
Hiruma poked his gun at his back. "Depends on what trash we're talking about," he grinned, digging the barrel into his spine. "Right?"
"Ah-?" Agon turned over on the edge of the bed. "Tell your gun to quit fucking me, trash. It's right on my spine."
Hiruma smirked. He put his gun away, into his duffel bag and cackled as Agon took off his shirt and shoes, tossing his jacket on the table top, undressing out of his jeans. He came against Hiruma naked in bed, Hiruma kissing him as he did, letting Agon lean over his body, coming over him.
They laughed.
In the morning, Hiruma practiced walking. Agon woke up for that. He could see improvement in Hiruma. Hiruma had said he stumbled the First day when they made him walk, but now, he was actually taking full steps, without a walker, grinning. They said at this rate, Hiruma would be walking by the Fifth day, which was accurate.
On the Fourth day, Hiruma went to rehab to stretch and practice lower back activities with Physical Therapists, helping him heal. Agon walked in, seeing Hiruma stretch with a yoga ball on a blue mat, wearing black yoga leggings and a sports bra, bending over.
Agon smacked Hiruma's ass.
All of the nurses jumped at Agon's sudden appearance, smacking Hiruma's ass. Hiruma only cackled. He looked over his shoulder at Agon suddenly appearing out of nowhere, snickering.
"You came…!" said Hiruma, grinning ear to ear, getting up. He hopped on Agonne's waist and peppered his cheek with kisses, making out with him. Hiruma's mobility was getting better than ever.
By the Fifth day, the doctors cleared Hiruma for check out. Hiruma wore a cropped Tommy Hilfiger logo t-shirt and black tight sports leggings with matching vans, sitting on the bathroom counter, gelling his hair back. They were in the hospital bathroom. Agon bit his lip,studying Hiruma's curves, chuckling to himself.
"What?" Hiruma said, noticing Agon was videotaping him. He laughed.
"Nothing," Agon said, "Just realized how hard I'm going to fuck you later when we get home. You won't need all that gel in your hair after I'm done with you. Gel could hardly hold back what I'm going to do you. All of it's going to waste when you're with me, kukuku."
Hiruma stopped gelling his hair. He smiled, looking at him, giving Agon a wise smile.
When they got home, they fucked.
Agon pinned Hiruma against the wall, picking him up, and kissed him rough into it, tonguing his mouth, taking the gum out of it.
"I've been waiting to do this all week," he said, spitting the gum into the nearest waste basket, kissing him again, moaning into his body,breathing hard, undressing himself. He unzipped his pants. Hiruma moaned, feeling Agon come over his neck, humping his thigh. "You have no idea how hard I'm going to fuck you…!"
Hiruma could feel the boner against his whined, humping his leg. He was hard. He pressed his head against Hiruma's shoulder, breaking away. He smirked.
"You have no idea…" he said again, breath ghosting down Hiruma's neck. Hiruma shivered, feeling him. Agon growled, tugging at Hiruma's earlobes, turning him on. "The things I'm going to do to you…"
He dropped Hiruma with a huff, and there, grabbed his wrist, smacking his ass.
"Get to the bed." he snarled, smacking his ass again. Hiruma's lips parted. He got to the bed and bent over, Agon coming behind him, beginning to hump.
Hiruma could feel how hard he was. Agon was moaning against him, head down, Hiruma on his knees, horny for his lover.
Hiruma felt his erection grow. He moaned, short, feeling Agon's palms trace his sides, one of them treading down into his leggings, beginning to stroke.
"Yes…!" Hiruma threw his head back, feeling him. "Yes… My Agonne…!"
Hiruma was moaning. He couldn't escape the pleasure Agon was giving him.
"Ruin me…!" Hiruma begged, leaning down towards the bed sheets, gasping. He nodded his head, feeling Agon grab his ass, taking his hand out of his leggings, and tug them down, beginning to lick in him.
Hiruma's eyes rolled in the back of his head, thinking about what Agon was going to do to him. Agon was going to ruin him. He moaned out of sheer pleasure.
There was much loving needed today.
Hiruma let him. He let Agon lick into him, easing his body all he wanted, as Agon hadn't had this body in Five days.
Agon broke away.
He looked at him, touching his body, rubbing his waist. He leaned down towards him, rubbing the bridge of his nose down his back, licking him. Agon loved him.
He pulled away. Hiruma looked at Agon staring into his eyes, seeking an answer. Hiruma nodded.
He picked Hiruma up, carrying him towards the bathroom, grabbing him by his waist, placing him amongst the counter of the sink, kissing him.
Hiruma let Agon undress his body, claws scraping his skin, as he undressed Agon, pulling his shirt over his head. He looked at his abs. He placed the palm of his hand there.
Agon kissed his neck, feeling Hiruma move his hand up towards his nipples, rubbing the golden barbells there. He hadn't changed them.
"You haven't switched them out," laughed Hiruma, tugging on Agon's lip when he came to meet him, brushing his across his.
"You gave them to me." Agon said, eyes flaring amber. They were like that of honey. "Why would I?"
He kissed him again, quick. Hiruma's eyes fell into the back of his eyelids, feeling him. Agon touched his body, naked, the both of them were, feeling with one another's bodies, joining.
They were one.
Hiruma let Agon carry him to the bath, and there, placed him in it, filling the tub with water. Agon kissed him, coming into it, pressing his body against his.
"Hiruma…" he moaned, touching him. He continued to kiss, light. Hiruma cupped his hand around the back of his neck, feeling him.
"Agon…" Hiruma pleaded, feeling Agon seep his fingers into him, beginning to stroke. He moaned, holding Agon's head against him as he did, breathing harsh.
Agon entered.
When he pulled his fingers out of him, Hiruma let out a hitched breath, moments later, feeling Agon press his member into his body, entering him.
He could feel the swish and pulls Agon's body gave him, moving into his own, loving inside him. He felt Agon drip.
"Agon…!" he cried out, clenching his teeth, feeling him. "Yes...!"
Agon didn't stop. He thrusted into Hiruma's body, moaning, Hiruma holding his neck as their bodies pressed against each other, moving, becoming one.
"Yes, Agonne…!"
Agonne could hear him, feel his shouts, his moans, his screams as he leaned his head back into the tub ring, letting Agon do him…!
Hiruma moaned. He cried, feeling the pleasure Agon gave him, holding his thigh, rubbing his thumb across it, touching him.
"Agonne…! I'm going to...!"
Agon groaned, feeling Hiruma beg, dipping his head into his shoulder, crying.
"Oh, we were made to love…" He made a deep moan, saying. "Agonne, we… were made to love...! Uh…!"
He squirmed, shouting, feeling Agon rub his inner thigh, touching. Hiruma leaned his head back and made another deep moan, opening his mouth, groaning.
He nodded, going into hysterics, Agon continuing to move in him, giving him the pleasure he needed, moaning into him, close.
"Agonne! Agonne, fuck me! Ai shiteru… my Agonne, fuck me now… yes…! Agonne, yes-my Agonne!"
Agon knew that Hiruma occasionally went into hysterics when the two had sex, but this… Did Hiruma truly believe they were made to… love?
Hiruma came. He shouted, throwing his head back, moaning Agon's name, crying.
Agon rolled over on his back, letting Hiruma ride on top of him once he gathered his emotions, hearing Agon beg—
"Oh, baby, ride me…!" He pleaded, his eyes closing, beginning to moan.
Hiruma started.
"Yes, Hiruma…!" Agon shouted out, groaning, holding his lover's thighs, on the verge of an orgasm. "Hiruma…! Do me…!"
Hiruma rested his head against Agon's shoulder, shouting, dropping his hips, making the movements…!
Hiruma did believe the two were made too love, feeling Agon thrust up into his body, moaning. He could feel Agon moan. He was going to come any second.
"Agonne, yes...!" Hiruma begged, nodding, "Come in my body…! Huh…! Come in me…!"
Agon came.
Hiruma almost blacked out from the pressure. His eyelids fluttered. Hiruma twitched. Agon twitched. His cum was inside him. Creamed warmth filled Hiruma.
He sagged against Agon, feeling the dragon ride his impulses through Hiruma, strong, delicate, making small moans.
Hiruma nodded against him in continued moans, feeling the naughty whispers Agon growled in his ear, smacking his ass. He nodded his head yes, hearing them.
Hiruma still felt Agon's cum in his body. It was warm. Filling him. Agon pressed his palm against his stomach, feeling him.
He rubbed his thumb across it.
Hiruma watched Agon grab his hand and help him out of the bath, draining it.
"How's your back…?" Agon asked him, slow. He was anxious. Hiruma noticed.
"I'll be fine," Hiruma said, still. "You're worried about me, kekeke." He laughed. "For now, kekeke. As long as we don't do that within the next hour, I won't have to get checked in to another hospital. Kekekeke."
Agon stilled. Hiruma was laughing, a lot.
He looked at him. "How…" Hiruma said, gaze becoming shadowed. "Are you… My Agonne…?"
Agon stopped. He didn't look at him. "Fine." he said. "Let's go, trash. Let's get you to bed—"
"I thought we were made to love," Hiruma said, suddenly. "And having you lie to me... I wouldn't expect it… to… hurt, like this."
Hiruma's lip wobbled. Tears prickled his eyes. Agon clenched his fist, dropping his hand. Hiruma was hurt.
"What do you want me to say, ah?" Agon growled at him, becoming agitated. "You want me to say I'm okay and everything be fine and mean it?"
Hiruma was silent.
"I'm not okay," Agon cried, lip wobbling. "I'm not okay. I panic every single day. Unsui had to help me to bed, on the Second Day at the hospital because I couldn't walk myself."
Hiruma stilled.
"Unsui had to stop me from cutting myself because I wanted to be with mom," Agon sobbed, silent, tears falling down his face. "Is that okay? No. So what do you want me to tell you? Do you want me to tell you I'm okay over this?"
Hiruma cried.
"I'm trying," Agon cried to him, holding himself. "I'm trying, Hiruma. Believe me. Please. It's so hard. It's hard, like this."
Hiruma nodded. "I believe you…" he said, looking at him. Tears prickled his eyes. "My Agonne. I'm… sorry. I just… want you to be okay,"
"Me, too."
Agon carried Hiruma to bed, setting him upon it, drying him off. He rubbed thighs, holding him, sitting on the edge of the bed, silent. They remained like that for quite some time.
"I know, my Agonne." Hiruma said to him, suddenly speaking up. Agon looked. "You didn't mean it. You just wanted the best. It's okay, now."
Agon cried.
Hiruma held him, tight. He pulled him close to his chest, drying off his body, then his hair. He rested Agon down in bed, and pulled the black and gold embroidered sheets over him, and tucked himself under the covers, touching Agon's face. He faced him.
"You're not broken," Hiruma told him, stroking the side of his face, sighing. "This is something you can not help, no matter what." He stilled, looking away. He sighed. "Don't beat yourself up about it, too much, my Agonne."
He stilled.
Hiruma loved him. Agon reached out and stroked his thumb across Hiruma's face as he cried, a tear dripping down his cheek against the pillow, silent. "Do you think… I have ADHD?"
Agon nodded.
"Type 1 or Type 2…?"
Agon held up 2 fingers.
He meant Hyperactive.
Hiruma nodded. "I thought so…" he said, nodding solemnly. His lip thinned. His eyes were dark. He was beautiful. His hair fell at his shoulders, spiky. Somewhat.
"What about you, my Agonne?" Hiruma asked him, hand closing into a fist against his pillow. He wasn't disappointed. Just… validated. It was over. He didn't need to fight with himself anymore. "Do you think… I should… get medicated?"
"It's up to you." Agon said, speaking. Hiruma looked at him. "I haven't told… anyone this. Not even Unsui. He wouldn't understand. Mom… I think she had ADHD."
Hiruma cried. Tears fell down his face, looking at Agon.
"Seeing her," Agon continued, "Moving around, always, all the time, like she was on autopilot… she reminded me of you,"
Hiruma stilled.
"She would always… be outside, playing with me. I can't remember a time when she wasn't sitting down." He sighed. "Seeing you in practice, it reminds me of her. I think I got it… from her. Mom only sat down, when… she was in a hospital."
Hiruma felt him. He placed Agon's hand against his stomach, grabbing it from his cheek. Agon rubbed him there.
"It's okay," Hiruma said to him, smiling weakly. He didn't look at him, but, Agon felt relief in his eyes. "Thank you, My Agonne. For being honest."
Agonne nodded. He shut his eyes. "You're not… crazy, for thinking this way." Agon told him, speaking up. "It's alright, Hiruma."
Hiruma nodded his head. Tears fell from his eyes, lip wobbling.
"For a long time, everyone thought I was crazy," Agon said. "So I don't blame you for wanting to ask questions. You've dealt with this for seventeen years, right, trash? Before you began to notice."
Hiruma nodded.
"That's alright," Agon held his hand, tightening his grip on it, protective. "You don't have to get checked in. At least now… you sought… truth. That's all that matters,"
Agon continued holding his hand.
"Are you… satisfied, with the outcome…?"
Hiruma looked away. "Yeah." he said. "I didn't tell anybody. I kept it to my fucking self, so I wouldn't have to goddamn deal with it. But, now." He sighed. "I have you." He rubbed his thumb across Agon's hand, holding him. "Let's go to sleep, My Agonne."
Agonne nodded, pulling himself towards Hiruma, resting his head on him. Hiruma shut his eyes. He let out a sigh of relief. He wasn't crazy. He would… be okay.
And it was okay.
He smiled.
