Agon loved Hiruma.

They laid against each other, Sunday morning, resting next to one another, sleeping. Agon breathed deep, sleeping soundly next to Hiruma. Hiruma looked back at him.

They would be leaving, today.

The lamp was on. He turned it off, reaching out beside him, and returned his arm to bed, resting beneath Agonne.

Agon had his hand over Hiruma's.

He was protective. Him and Hiruma would be leaving, in the morning. He didn't want to leave. Hiruma laughed, sensing him.

He knew Agonne didn't want to leave Lagan Island.

It had been peaceful here, in their Oasis, together. Hiruma didn't have to worry about anything. It had just been them. In their private world.

Together.

Their game was on Sunday. It would be played, today. Hiruma and Agon would be leaving.

Some part of Hiruma didn't want to leave.

He loved being with Agon. With him. Intimate. Together. He didn't want to leave. He looked at him, resting behind him.

Agon was beautiful.

Hiruma looked at him for a long time. "Stop staring at me, trash." Agon laughed out of his sleep, rolling over some. He smiled. Hiruma looked at him, still. He smiled, to. "You're making it weird."

Agon kissed him.

He was feeling intimate, too. He led him into a long kiss, making out with him. He held his hand. Hiruma tightened his grip on it.

Agon turned him over on his back. Hiruma nodded, feeling him come onto his neck, sucking him there, humping his waist. " Huh… " Hiruma moaned, feeling Agon lift him by his thigh, holding him there, rubbing him. " My Agonne… "

Hiruma nodded his head. Agonne licked upon his neck, biting him there, causing Hiruma too wince. " Huh… " Hiruma moaned. Agonne felt Hiruma's claws upon his shoulders. " Agonne…! "

Hiruma began to wine, feeling Agon hump him at a faster pace. He was excited. For this game, played Next Match. The Rice Bowl.

Played Today.

They were going to win. Agonne continued to moan, humping Hiruma, breathing harshly against his neck. " Uh… " Agonne moaned. " Hiruma…! "

Agonne entered him.

Hiruma was beautiful. Agonne was seeping out his member, already. He almost couldn't stand how beautiful his trash was.

Hiruma's moans were parched. The back of his head sagged against the pillows. His body moved in tune to Agon's. He held his hand.

They were becoming One.

Hiruma moaned. He stretched out his neck and shouted, " Agonne…! Oh, my Agonne…! " He began to cry, feeling Agon enter within him.

He joined him.

Agonne nodded. He pumped into Hiruma hard, moving his body within his, holding his thigh by one hand.

He began to cry.

They were making love. Today would be their Last Day, Here. He would miss… spending this time, with Hiruma… here. He would miss…

Making love.

Like this. It was different. Their souls touching. Their beings connecting. It was different from a normal love.

They were one.

Agonne raised off of Hiruma, on his knees, staring down at his love. He was panting. He had came along his stomach. Agon leaned down and licked it off of him.

He licked it off the side of his mouth, before he leaned down, and began to suck upon Hiruma's belly. Hiruma moaned, placing his palm against Agon's dreadlocks, between his legs, as his lover dipped his head in between and licked him.

He shivered.

Agonne rested, after that. Hiruma got up from the bed and began to wash his lover's laundry. He grabbed his own, too, placing it into a nearby laundry basket. He stared down at Agonne in bed before he left.

He was sleeping.

Hiruma smiled. He put on a golden embroidered black kimono silk robe and black house slippers, holding his hair back with a black headband, wrapped around the base of his forehead. He washed his face, letting his face mask sit for fifteen minutes, before gargling some mouth wash, spitting it out, brushing his teeth, and making him and Agonne some coffee, rinsing it off once it had set.

He patted his face dry, taking off his headband, and looked at himself in the mirror. His eyes were dark. He grabbed his makeup bag and began lining his eyes, leaning forward.

Agonne came behind and fucked him.

Hiruma's knuckles pressed white against the sink as his lover shoved his full length inside him. He gasped, feeling his lover do it again. His earrings clanked together.

Agon rested his head against Hiruma and began to fuck Hiruma from behind. He continued to gasp, letting Agon do him, until his lover pulled away, spanking his ass.

He bit his lip.

Agon walked out of the bathroom, pulling away with one long look, before exiting. His eyes were golden. Hiruma got what that meant.

He loved him.

Agon just wanted to be with Hiruma. He placed some creamer within his coffee, before adding in a couple dices of sugar, noticing it tasted bitter.

Like Hiruma.

Agon laughed to himself. He would always be with that trash. He loved him. Hiruma was his love. He thought of the words he spoke to Unsui, the other week.

I think we're Soulmates. You won't get it, but… I think… we are. I think me and him… are supposed to be together. Something just feels so right… when I'm with him… in him…

Yeah, Hiruma did feel pretty good, Agon laughed to himself, feeling the after effects of their sex. Hiruma always felt good. When he was with him.

Hiruma threw their laundry in the wash, bending over, and soon, feeling Agon come behind him, once it began to set. Agon pumped him rough and hard, seeming to take a liking to the way Hiruma acted when Agon shoved his full length in him at once, groaning.

"You're so naughty… " Agon said to him, in his ear, feeling him get turned on, smacking his ass. Hiruma nodded, leaning forward some more, letting Agon gain better entrance to him, nails scraping the sides of the machine, moaning.

Agon spanked him again, causing Hiruma to moan, feeling Agon's hands trail beneath his robe. He touched him, there.

He held him.

Agon continued to spank him, biting his ear, beginning to suck on it, taking Hiruma from behind. Hiruma was so naughty. Agon could hardly contain himself, within him.

" Trash… " Agon moaned into him, hands grasping Hiruma's waist, pounding into him, once again. He laid his head on Hiruma's shoulder and moaned . " Hiruma… "

He continued to moan to him, making love upon Hiruma, seeping within him. Hiruma moaned, leaning forward, feeling Agon spank him, again. His claws arched.

" Hiruma… " Hiruma continued to hear Agon moan his name, placing his lips upon his neck, dragging his teeth against his skin. Hiruma listened.

He loved him.

Agon backed away from Hiruma. "Get to the bed…" He growled in his ear, pulling away. He smacked his ass. Hiruma laughed. He did, to.

Agon pushed Hiruma down onto the bed, coming over him, spanking his ass. Hiruma leant over, on his knees, letting Agon come over him, stroking his hips from the sides, beneath his robe. He gasped.

" Agonne… " he began to say, feeling his lover upon him, teasing his hole with his fingers. He was slicked with cum. " Agonne…! "

Agonne nodded his head, pulling his fingers too his mouth, watching Hiruma watch him lick the cum from his fingers, excited.

"On your knees," Agon said to him, " Trash. "

Hiruma got on his. Agon took him by the hips. Hiruma watched as his lover shoved his full length within him, seeing him gasp each time he did it, startled.

" Huh…! " Hiruma grunted, feeling Agon do it again. Agon grabbed him by the hips and began to fuck him, surely, Hiruma gasping in silent huffs, outstretching his neck, letting Agon do him.

" Agonne…! " he managed to say, in between their fucking. " Agonne…! "

His earrings clanked together in the midst of the action. Agonne was taking him from behind. " Agonne…! " Hiruma continued to moan. " Agonne…! "

He continued to silently gasp, Agonne on him, within him, outstretching his neck; Hiruma began to leak. Agonne felt him, reaching underneath his robe, rubbing him.

" Agonne… " Hiruma moaned, feeling Agon continue to take him from behind. He folded his arms over his head and leant down, continuing to let Agon take him.

He was blissful.

Agon could see it. Hiruma had never just let Agon take him. This was new. Seeing Hiruma this… Submissive. Agon liked it.

"Trash…" Agon said. "Why are you… so bad? "

Hiruma began to laugh. Agonne joined him. "You make me this way…" Hiruma said to him, sweet. He turned his head to face him, some. "After all…" He grabbed his hand. "You are my Love."

Agonne came.

After the sex, Hiruma cleaned himself up. Agonne rested in bed. He was tired. Hiruma understood. Agonne and him had a game, today.

They would be leaving around 12.

The game was at 5. Hiruma felt so full, already. He laughed to himself, bitter. Agonne always made him full. He looked at Agonne's medication.

Agonne needed to take it. Hiruma came to bed, after heating up Agon's coffee, and handed it to him. He watched Agon sip.

His eyes were golden.

Hiruma laughed to himself. "What?" Agon asked, eyes flicking over to him. "Kukuku…" He laughed. "You want to get fucked again?"

Hiruma remained silent.

The both of them remained in solitude. The sheets were pulled up against Hiruma's waist. He sat up. He wore a fresh robe, a silk, light, baby blue tone that seemed to match the morning's light, streaming in through the windows. He looked at Agon.

He held his hand.

He was worried. Hiruma's gown slipped off of his shoulders. Agon looked at him. "Trash." he told him to go change, laughing, "Go change," he laughed, chuckling. Hiruma laughed. He came back, naked, slipping back into the comforters with Agon, coming against him.

He held his hand.

Agon felt intimate. He wanted Hiruma to be against him. Close. This was why he didn't want Hiruma in that robe.

He hadn't felt closeness like this in a long time.

"The game today…" Agon said, speaking up. He looked up at Hiruma. He still held his hand. He clenched his fist, on it. "Will you... be with me… today?"

Hiruma nodded his head. He looked at him for a long time. His eyes studied him. Agon was worried. About today's game.

Hiruma was, too.

"I'm afraid… My Best…" Agon began to say, "Might not be enough, today, Hiruma."

He looked at him. He was talking about today's game.

Hiruma sat across Agon's waist. Agon pulled the covers over him as he came over, settling upon him. He combed his hair.

"Your best…" He began to say, near his ear, "May never be enough, My Agonne." He kissed him, his jaw. " For this is a team. You are not alone."

He began to laugh. "Kekekeke…" His laugh followed, Agon's. For Agon, this was nostalgic. Their laughs, following each other. "Kukuku…"

It reminded him of the days he used to work at Finishline.

Agon made love to Hiruma, after that. Their forms joined. Their souls touched, becoming one, enticing Hiruma, causing Hiruma to moan, as his lover came within his body, as he was on top of him, Agon, beneath him.

Hiruma craned upon Agon as his lover came upon his body, his soul, allocating his love within him. Agon seeped white creamed warmth within him.

Hiruma moaned. Agonne continued within his body. Hiruma whimpered to him, with each pound, each thrust, his body moving with his, too his.

He loved him.

Hiruma moaned. " Agonne… " he said, near him, hand raising, nails arching against the bedpost. Agon grabbed Hiruma's hand. He held it, tightening his grip on it as Hiruma moaned, to him, groaning.

Agonne groaned, too. He could hardly shake from the intimacy that Hiruma was giving him. He had waited to see Hiruma in lingerie for a long time. He remembered making love to him, last night, how Hiruma had worn his black robe with panty lingerie underneath.

He smacked his ass.

"Agonne…" Hiruma had moaned, shocked, startled, hand above his ass, Agonne gripping it. Hiruma began to laugh. He leaned forward and bit Agonne's neck, tugging at the skin there, groaning as his lover's fingers traced his asshole, rubbing him. He was enticed.

By Agon. Agon continued to rub him. Hiruma was above him. His thigh was above one of his legs. Agon rubbed it all the way down, from his ass, to his leg, grinning amongst himself. He was going to make love to him.

He turned Hiruma over on his side. Hiruma obliged. Agonne came between his thighs, lifting one of them, taking off Hiruma's laced underwear, running his palm down the side of his leg as he did.

"Huh…." Hiruma let out a gasp, feeling Agon rub his thigh, his ass. He leant forward, some, and tugged at the skin there, with his teeth, biting him.

He rubbed him.

" Huh…! " Hiruma moaned, feeling Agon continue to lick him, feeling him. Hiruma got what he wanted. His fingers combed through Agon's hair, raking through his dreadlocks, watching him eat his ass, groaning to himself, lifting his robe.

Hiruma turned off the lamp.

Agon broke away from him. He was already seeping. He stroked Hiruma underneath his own robe, kissing his neck, the moonlight striking his face.

Hiruma was beautiful.

Agon pulled his fingers from him and began to stroke Hiruma's asshole with them, kneading his ass, biting his neck.

" Uh… " Hiruma moaned. " My Agonne… "

Hiruma rested back down on his side. Agon came over him. He rubbed Hiruma's stomach, lifting his robe, and thigh, before coming between them.

Hiruma moaned, nodding his head. Agonne came in him fast. His thrust were strong, malignant. Hiruma couldn't get enough of it. His earrings clanked together. Agonne continued in him. His claws arched against the sheets.

" Huh… " Hiruma huffed, nodding his head, feeling Agon begin to choke him, snaking his hand around Hiruma's neck. Agon craned his head against Hiruma's. He squeezed the sides of his throat, tight, groaning to himself as Hiruma nodded.

"Yes…" Hiruma pleaded, " Yes… My Agonne…! Yes…! "

Hiruma groaned, as Agonne rammed into him, grunting, moaning, " Hiruma… " he sighed. He shut his eyes.

He loved him.

And that was it. Agon loved Hiruma from the bottom of his heart. He just loved him so much. He breathed.

He just loved him, a lot.

" Agonne… " Hiruma moaned, long, craning his neck. " Agonnne…! Oh, my Agonne…! "

Agonne made love to him. " Hiruma… " he moaned. " Oh, my Hiruma… " Hiruma huffed against him.

They made love until midnight.

Hiruma remembered, that night. He remembered Agon rubbing his stomach, after resting, against each other. Hiruma nodded his head.

" I love you, " Agon heard Hiruma, say, to him, that night. "Agonne."

He looked at him. Hiruma gripped his hand beneath his stomach. Agonne looked at him. Hiruma made out into his mouth, kissing his lips, licking into them, nodding. He pulled away. He looked at him.

Agon loved him.

"Mm." he said. "Hiruma."

His eyes were golden. Agon tucked his head into Hiruma, nodding. Agon's eyes had been golden the entire night. Hiruma placed his palm against his cheek, holding him.

" Aishiteru. " Agon said. "Hiruma."

Hiruma smiled.

They rested.

Agonne was on his back, now, with Hiruma above him, and was thrusting his member hard into him, rough, spanking Hiruma. They held hands.

" Agonne…! " Hiruma whimpered, moaning, feeling Agon's hand trail his ass, spanking him, smoothing his skin over with his hand, biting his lip. He gripped his hand.

"You're so naughty… " Agon gritted his teeth, biting Hiruma's ear near him, chewing on it. "And so sexy… "

Agon smacked him again. Hiruma nodded.

"I can't get enough of it," Agon confessed, low, too Hiruma. He rubbed him. "Why someone like you… is so…. Naughty. "

Agon spanked him, again.

"It drives me crazy just thinking about it…" Agon spoke in his ear, spanking him again. Hiruma nodded. His hold on Agon's palm tightened. He leant forward and let Agon spank him, ass in the air, Agon's member still attached, his palms running down his sides.

Hiruma nodded. He felt Agon cum within him, while he himself, came along his chest, moaning, nodding his head.

This was bliss.

Hiruma felt Agon seep warmth within him, creaming his insides, warming him. Hiruma shivered, feeling Agon thrust within him again, malignant, strong, wanting Hiruma to moan.

Hiruma did.

Hiruma moaned. He was screaming. Agon liked it when Hiruma got loud. Hiruma was always loud, but when he got loud , screaming—

Agon lived for it.

" Hiruma… " Agon moaned. He groaned, just hearing him. Hiruma was hot. His trash was hot, moaning, like this. And when he spanked him—

Hiruma just got hotter.

"Agonne, yes! " Hiruma shouted, moaning. " Spank me…! "

Agon did.

Hiruma's hold on Agon's hand tightened. " Uh…! " He moaned, short. " Agonne…! My Agonne—! " Hiruma came. He came along Agon's chest, across his stomach, seeping cum, shivering. Agon moaned. He came into Hiruma, squeezing his hand, letting out a long moan.

He leaned his head back, letting Hiruma fall onto him, craning forward, placing his impulses into him, slow, letting Hiruma feel his full length, each time.

" Uhh… " Hiruma's eyes rolled into the back of his head. " My Agonne… "

He began to laugh. Agon licked his ear, pulling it into his mouth. "Let me eat that ass…" he whispered, " Trash. "

Agon spanked him.

He bit his lip. Hiruma eased up off of him. He stared down at Agon, smiling. Agonne was horny. Hiruma smirked. He always was. He knew that Agonne had a game, today. That was why he was so excited.

"Alright." Hiruma said. A smile followed upon his lips. "Agonne."

Hiruma got off the bed. He bent over and grabbed his black robe up off the floor. Agonne watched. He began to stroke himself.

This was pleasure.

Hiruma shrugged his robe over his shoulders, and tied it around his waist. He came near Agon's side and bent over at his request, feeling Agon's palms trace his side. He was still shaky, from earlier. The constant sex had been wearing on him. Agon was almost shocked, as Hiruma's voice wasn't as hoarse and lost as the day before.

Agon bit his lip. He grabbed Hiruma's ass, palming it. His cum was still leaking out of him. Agon bit his lip, again.

This was the best pleasure, ever.

He came behind him and began to lick. Agon was a freak. Hiruma turned and watched. Agon bit one of his ass cheeks and tugged, laughing.

Hiruma gave out a huff.

Agon tongued him. He tongued his spread hole, inside him, exploring within him. He began to lap. His hands rubbed Hiruma, spreading his ass further, lapping the cum from within him.

Hiruma moaned.

Agon ate him out.

It was 9 in the morning. They would be leaving, at 12, for their game, at 5. Agon slept, next to him. They would be leaving, soon.

Hiruma got up around 10 and began to pack Agonne's things, switching their load from the washer to the dryer, and from the dryer to the laundry bin. He began to fold their clothes.

He looked at Agonne in his sleep.

Agonne was excited. Their game was today. What they had worked so hard for. He was beautiful, in his sleep. He was calm. And Rested. Hiruma let him sleep.

Hiruma let Agon take him from behind when he woke around 11. Hiruma turned his head and watched, his lover on his knees, pounding into him, hands snaking around his hips, moving his robe out of the way.

"Agonne…" Hiruma huffed, " Yes… "

Agonne had been excited the entire day. He had always been this way, on game days. Agonne's Anxiety had caused him to be anxious, which was why Hiruma brought him here, to allow him to calm down.

Now he was better than ever.

Hiruma smirked. He knew Agonne would play at a ten, today. He was excited. Now, they had made it to the Game of the Year—

The Rice Bowl.

What they had worked so hard towards. This could be the beginning of launching Hiruma's NFL career. He had dreamed of that day since he was 12.

When he would play in the NFL.

Tears flowed from Hiruma's eyes. Agon snaked his hand down the trail of Hiruma's back, bending him over some more. Agon's face came upon Hiruma as he leaned forward, some more, near him.

He began to lick his cheeks. Hiruma nodded, feeling Agon pump into him, some more. Agonne was there, with him. He didn't need to worry.

He had Agonne.

" Agonne…! " Hiruma cried out, lifting his head, feeling his lover lick his back, smoothing his robe out of the way, groaning. Agonne was so excited. He laughed.

" Uh…. " Agonne said, near his ear, groaning. He smacked his ass. "I just can't get enough of you…" Agon whimpered. " Ah… You drive me so crazy … baby."

He smacked him again. Hiruma nodded.

"You drive me nuts… just thinking about you…" Agon spanked him, again. "You're so bad… " Agonne pulled out of him. Hiruma tilted his ass towards his face, placing his head against the pillow sheets, clasping his hands together as his lover gripped his ass, and began to eat.

"Mm…" Agonne groaned, breaking away. He placed his member within him and began to pump. "I haven't even had breakfast yet and you're making me so damn horny... "

Agonne spanked him, again. This was the best. He grinned. Hiruma was a sobbing mess, in front of him, because of him.

This was the best.

Agon groaned. He pumped Hiruma from behind, faster. Hiruma's moans drew quick. Agonne just wanted to do this forever. He groaned. Hiruma was so hot.

Hiruma came.

Agon laughed. He rubbed his palms up and down Hiruma's sides, coarsing him, his own eyes almost rolling into the back of his head, groaning, thinking about what he was going to do to Hiruma. Hiruma had him wrapped around his finger.

Agon came.

Hiruma and Agon took a long shower, afterwards. They held each other, in their arms, as Hiruma washed Agonne's hair, scrubbing it, facing him. Agonne's back was to his.

He was beautiful.

Hiruma's fingers scaled Agonne's back as he rubbed it, feeling the edges of his dragon tattoo, scaling it. Hiruma licked him, there. His fingers traced his muscles, touching him.

" Mmm… " Agon groaned, feeling him touch him, softly. Hiruma licked him, again. Agon nodded. He faced Hiruma, slow, turning his head. Hiruma stared at his back.

"I never got too see it." Hiruma said. "Like this."

Hiruma continued to look at his tattoo. It was dark, and black, just like his hair; wild like his personality. The tribal markings added a sense of craze to it, while the luminescence of the dragon overall represented Agon.

Power.

"Are you ever going to get a tattoo?" Agon asked him. "Trash."

"No," Hiruma laughed, rubbing his thumb over Agonne's shoulder blade. He continued to stare at him. "I already have these," Agon realized he was talking about his earrings. Those black piercings that seemed to clank together each time Agon and Hiruma made love. "Agonne."

Agonne laughed. He smoothed his hair out of the way so Hiruma could see more of the dragon tattoo snaking along his large back. Agonne's hair was long. Now, it was almost near his ass, down his lower back. Hiruma laughed.

He pressed his head against Agonne's back. "We're winning today." he said. "Agonne." He nodded his head into him, rubbing his thumbs across his dark skin.

"Yeah." Agonne said. "Trash."

The showearheads water seemed to beat across the both of them, scaling their figures, together. Agonne's hair was so long and dark. It was beautiful, to Hiruma. He placed one dreadlock in his fingers.

"It's almost time to cut, you know." he laughed. He twisted one of his dreadlocks within his fingers. Hiruma's nails were long, too. "In the Summer."

"Yeah." Agonne laughed. "Though, it makes me look like I have a baby face like you, trash." Hiruma laughed with him. "Kukuku…"

Hiruma wrapped his arms around Agonne's waist. He pulled him close to him. "I love you, My Agonne." he said to him. He closed his eyes. Agonne nodded. He pulled him close to him, too.

"I love you." he told him. "Trash."

They stood in solitude and silence, holding each other, silent. They felt their love, between them. Agon could feel their love. In his heart.

He loved him.

Hiruma separated from Agon. "Agonne," he said. Agonne turned around. There, in Hiruma's hands, he held a black box. He began to open it.

"Hiruma…" Agon said. There, in Hiruma's hands, he held white golden barbells, plated with white gold, and encrusted with white, sparkling, diamonds. There were three. Agon gasped. "My Love…"

He held Hiruma close to him, grabbing him. Hiruma's back faced the shadow head. He held him for a long time. Agon pulled away.

Hiruma was crying.

"White gold represents," he cried, "That our love is forever, Agonne. I just want you to know that, my Agonne. Our love is neverending. My love for you will never end."

Hiruma began to tear up. Agon watched him. Tears began to form in his eyes, as well. He grasped the box in Hiruma's hand.

"Hiruma…" he said. "My love."

This was his true love.

Agonne's thumb ran across Hiruma's holding the box. He grabbed his wrist and kissed him, making out with him. He pulled away.

Tears traced Hiruma's eyes.

He wanted this to work. Him and Agon. The team. Everything. They had fought so hard, and now, they were here.

Agon's and his love had made it to the Rice Bowl.

Agon began to lick his cheek. He licked the tears from him, rubbing his wrist. He turned off the water. Agon rested his head against Hiruma.

He slept.

Hiruma held him. He held him. He held his back and rubbed it, like a baby, like a mom, cuddling her child, when they didn't know what was wrong.

Or like a man, whose love for Agon knew no bounds.

It had none.

Agon slept on him. He rested, for awhile. His medication made him sleepy, sometimes. It was a side effect, of taking it. It got him very, very… drowsy.

He slept.

After they stepped out of the shower, Hiruma had laid Agon in bed, and told him to sleep. He replaced his nipple piercings and tongue piercings with the new installments; white gold, and glistening. Agon closed his eyes.

He slept.

When he woke up, it was time to go. Hiruma said the two could grab brunch on the way out, on their private jet. They would make it in just enough time for the game.

It was time to Leave.

Agon stared back at Lagan's Island resort as they walked out, down the boardwalk, Hiruma signing them out.

"Agonne." Hiruma said to him. Agonne turned. Hiruma was just about done signing them out. Hiruma laughed. Agon did, too. "Kekeke…."

Agonne was spacing out. He was reminiscing. Their time, there. Hiruma came behind him. He gave him a strong hug, breathing.

He was there for him, too.

They got on their jet. Hiruma wore black sports with mesh down the sides of his calves and a black letterman jacket with leather sleeves and a sports bra. He wore black Nike Roshe 1's, sitting next to Agonne, in his private captain's chair, looking out the window.

Agonne wore a black track jacket, looking out the window, lost in thought. His compression leggings were worn underneath his gym black shorts, total blackout. He wore Nike Lebron Soldier 10's that were black and white, almost matching Hiruma's all black Nike Roshe 1's.

Hiruma knew that Agonne was thinking about the game to be played, today. He knew that Agonne's mind was analyzing the situation, losing components, winning potential, from all sides, even him. But more importantly, he was thinking about being with Hiruma. Hiruma remembered what Agonne had said to him, that morning.

I'm afraid… My Best… might not be enough. For Today. Hiruma.

Hiruma knew, which was why he was with Agonne. He had seen it happen time and time again. God-like teams brought down by the littlest inconvenience.

Sena.

He had seen it happen time and time again, with his own team. Before, his team would be the littlest inconvenience, but now—He was one of the big dogs. The Champions of the College League. His team could be facing that same fate.

Being brought down by Sena, some time.

Hiruma thought. He had knocked Sena out of the Tournament in the previous match, and even that, had almost proven to be a struggle, with Agonne. Hiruma looked at him. Hiruma knew that Agonne was thinking about this, which was why, he was analyzing the situation.

Neutralizing any threats possible.

Agonne laughed. Hiruma smirked. He knew Agonne had it covered. Neutralizing any threats possible was his job ; crushing trashes dreams. He lived for that. Agonne began to laugh.

He dreamed about it.

Agonne looked out the window. He thought about Unsui. Maybe Unsui'd be the one, taking this trip, over to Tokyo, to play at the Tokyo Dome, in the Rice Bowl. Maybe Unsui had wanted this.

Agon and Hiruma were winning.

Agon stiffened his lip. He wasn't going to ruin that for anybody. Saikyoudai would be the ones to win. Not the opposing team. He knew this within himself. There was no bigger threat, than Agon. Agon thought to himself.

He turned away from the window. He saw Hiruma. Hiruma seemed to be thinking of something else. His eyes said otherwise.

Agon licked his jaw. He began to kiss him, there. He held Hiruma's hand. Hiruma began to laugh. He smiled. That's right, he said. He had Agonne. Agonne would be there, with him.

He just wondered if that would be enough.

Agonne had been the deciding factor of going to the Rice Bowl Last Year, when Hiruma got knocked out of the Quarter Finals, because Agonne hadn't been playing. He knew the things Agonne could do. He had seen Agonne do the impossible.

He knew that he could count on him, for anything.

Agonne was a monster. He was well on his way to birth, becoming a monster that would soon become Undefeatable. Hiruma looked at him. Agonne rested his head on Hiruma's shoulder.

He was sleeping.

Hiruma smiled. He knew Agonne was strong. Now, it was a battle of wills. If his team, would be enough. He remembered the America vs Japan match in the Youth World Cup, and how that had been his Last Ticket to join the NFL.

He wanted it Again.

Agonne woke when there was around an hour and 15 minutes left in the flight. Hiruma was sleeping. Agon put his head down on his lap and rested.

Hiruma combed his fingers through his dreadlocks. Agonne began to lick his hand. Hiruma laughed. Agon was such an animal. He was a Beast. Hiruma wondered how he would play, today.

Agon smirked.

They landed around 4, holding their sports bags in hand, walking together, football gear packed inside. The bus was ready to go. Agonne yawned. Saikyoudai greeted them as soon as they stepped on the field, campus buzzing to life because of today's overall game.

" HIRUMA-SENPAI! " Chuubou called out, crying, seeing their Captain Commander in front of them, near the bus. "WE MISSED YOU—!"

Hiruma looked for his gun to shoot Chuubou away, but already, was to late, as Chuubou had dived head first into his gut, hugging him.

"It was horrible! " he cried out. "We had to go to all of our classes, Yamato-senpai wouldn't stop talking, teaching us Japanese History with Mamori-senpai, who wouldn't stop teaching us English History, so we could study for our Exams, and— ah? " Chuubou looked up. He had just realized he was hugging the Demon of Hell—The Devil's right hand man! "A-A-A-Ah, that's n-n-not what I meant! I mean—"

Hiruma grabbed his bazooka, lifting it from behind his back, and shot Chuubou Akira away with a loud POP! That got everyone's attention, turning their heads away towards that sound.

"What was that?" A campus student, Mamori heard, ask.

Mamori groaned. "Hiruma…" she said. "He's here…"

A strand of hair popped out of her hair. Yamato looked up from studying with Taka for their Oral Final Exam in Chemistry.

"Don't tell me…" Yamato started.

"He's already here…" Taka finished, shutting his book. "It had been so peaceful, you know."

He hopped off of the campus water fountain. "Come along, Yamato. Let's go meet him."

Yamato grinned. "Yes…!"

Agon and Hiruma stared at each other. Ugh, this was a bust, Agon said in his head, rolling his eyes. His team needed to hurry the fuck up so he and Hiruma could make it to the pregame interview. Agon looked at Hiruma.

He was so hot.

He bit his lip. With his black Soybu Hayden Leggings… Agon got a boner on the spot. He chewed his lip, looking at Hiruma.

Why was his trash so hot …?! He almost laughed to himself, looking at his trash. God, he was hot! Why was he so hot?!

"Agonne," Hiruma said, noticing him. He laughed. "Kekeke…." Agon bit his lip. He still held his sports bag, staring over at him.

"I'm getting you after the game," Agon told him, laughing, "Kukuku… You ass is mine, after this."

Agon chewed his lip.

Hiruma nodded. Within thirty minutes, his team was gathered. Everyone on Saikyoudai's campus had been stopping by and asking them questions, about the game, who do they date, where did they go, that it took Mamori a long time to gather them up and even load them on the bus.

"We're here…!" she had grinned, team gathered, before leaving the campus, together. Ikkyu wouldn't stop greeting Agon, asking him questions, talking about today's game, telling him he wouldn't even let their future opponents get a receive on him.

Agon grinned.

"Let me know if you need an interception," Ikkyu told him, stepping on the bus. "Agon-san."

Agon grinned. Ikkyu was the best. He knew he could always count on Ikkyu, to do whatever he wanted, in game. He was so excited. Agon could hardly stop grinning.

"Agon's in a good-mood," One of the Freshman whispered, Ikkyu hearing, behind them, on the bus. Mamori was still checking off gear, making sure everything was loaded. Paparazzi had came around them, some, noticing Agon and Hiruma's return.

"Agon-senshu!" They shouted, raising their mics and tape recorders. "Agon-senshu! Hiruma-senshu! Are you prepared for today's game?"

Agon ignored them. He yawned. He didn't really like paparazzi. Or cameras. Hiruma knew that they agitated Agon. Hiruma shot them away, telling them to fuck off. Mamori noticed an agitated look in Hiruma's eye.

He wanted Agon to focus. So Hiruma was scared too, huh? Mamori finished checking off all the gear. She folded her checklist down from her clipboard.

"Alright," she said, sighing. "Everything's accounted for, Hiruma. All we need is…"

"Yeah." Hiruma cut her off. She stared at him for a long time. Wind blew past the both of them. Mamori stood. "I got it. Fucking Manager. Get on the bus. Everyone's leaving."

"Hiruma." Mamori said. "Everything's fine." she smiled. "Our team is great. Saikyoudai will win this. I'm confident…!"

Hiruma grinned. "I know." he said. "Fucking Manager."

Tokyo Dome was packed. It was massive, seating 55,000 across 12 acres. Already, it was packed, and dark out. The city lights were lit in Saikyoudai and the Opposing team's colors—

Red, Black, and White.

Hiruma grinned. Many celebrities were flying in, just to see the game. It was first come first serve. There were only 55,000 seats.

Already, within the first four days—

Tickets were sold out.

Unsui had managed to get him and his father some tickets, although, the prices were high, ranging from a couple 100 to almost a couple thousand, depending where you sat. Many people had flown in to just see his Little Brother play. It was crazy. The stadium was already packed.

Unsui sat down with his father, holding his hand, making sure he sat down, comfortable, in the first couple rows, somewhere in the middle. They wore black and red, in support of Agon, and Hiruma. Unsui looked across the field for them. Already, he could see a couple of the players entering the field, loudspeaker dialoguing their movements, beginning warm ups. He wondered where Agon was.

He was in his pregame interview.

An hour before the game, the League requested two players from either team to be interviewed, before the start of the game. Those players were Agon and Hiruma, and had been chosen by the Chief Administrator of the Rice Bowl.

Agon and Hiruma were favored by the fans.

Agon and Hiruma sat next to each other, holding hands, in the back, open, room, near the locker room, where many reporters got the chance to interview the players.

"Now, Agon," One of them asked, raising a mic slightly to his face, wary of the beast that would bite back any moment. This was being televised. "Who would be the toughest opponent that you would have faced in the Rice Bowl, so far?"

"Shin." Agon answered, immediate.

Another mic, raised to him. "Agon," One of them began to say, "What are you and Hiruma planning to do after today's game?"

Agon grinned and bit his lip, turning to face Hiruma. He rubbed his thigh. "I'm going to eat that ass…" he said, licking his lips, getting excited. "Kukuku…."

Hiruma couldn't believe Agon just said that on Live Camera. Hiruma began to laugh. A mic turned towards him.

"Do you have any comment on that," A reporter asked. "Hiruma-senshu?"

Hiruma just smiled.

After the interview, Agon and Hiruma got ready in the locker room, where their team had been taking showers, doing pre-game rituals, to stay focused, like closing their eyes and meditating to music, or even chatting up old friends around the locker room, to get pregame jitters out of their system.

Hiruma got dressed near Agon. Agon had a towel over his head. He had been meditating, completely focused, letting his Godspeed Impulse flow.

Natural Talent.

He began to grow excited. He couldn't stop himself from grinning, as his Future Opponents were going to get wrecked by his Greatness.

This was bliss.

He almost got turned on, just thinking about it. This was great. His future opponents had made it all the way here, only to get knocked down by Agon, after all that hard work.

He bit his lip. Mm, this was amazing. Agon had a towel over his waist, as he had just taken a long 10 minute shower, after the interview. This would be great. All Agon needed to do was play at 100% today.

He wondered why he didn't just stop at 1000.

He felt like there were an infinite amount of possibilities, for someone like him, in this Realm. He let his Talent flow.

He grinned.

He was ready.

He stood and came against Hiruma, running his palms down his sides, feeling his bare skin. Hiruma was naked. He almost just wanted to do him in front of everybody, bending him over, and smacking that ass. He smirked. Well, he could just do that after the game.

When they win.

Agon crouched down to his knees and began to kiss Hiruma's lower back, licking Hiruma's ass, kissing into it. Hiruma gasped, sudden. He looked around, seeing if anyone had saw. Agon looked up. No one had seen. He pulled away, smirking. They were too busy with their pregame rituals.

Agon smacked his ass. "Your ass is mine…" Agon said, biting his lip, staring him down. Hiruma looked. He had leaned against the lockers, shocked. "After the game. Hiruma."

Agon grinned.

Hiruma smirked. "Kekekeke!" he laughed out, loud, getting everyone's attention. His eyes burned with fire. "If only you can get it."

His eyes burned with intensity. Agon's eyes stared at him with the same ferocity. "Sure." he laughed, loud. "Kukuku… If only you can keep it."

Hiruma's eyes widened. "If only you can take it."

"Kuku!" Agon laughed out, loud. "If only I can grab it!"

He chased Hiruma around the locker room. They had 40 minutes before the game. Agon was loving it.

Hiruma was, too.

Saikyoudai left the two demons alone.

They minded their business.

Unsui looked at the large overhead screen plastered on each side of the stadium so fans could see the game going on below if they were placed inside high seats, unlike Unsui and his father, who were close to the game.

Unsui saw a couple of his classmates and all of his teammates sitting across and near him, excited for this game, wearing Red and black, or Red and White, showing support for Team Saikyoudai or…

Their Opponents.

"Where's Agon?" His father asked him softly, noticing it was about fifteen minutes before the start of the game, and his son hadn't shown yet.

"I think they're starting to introduce the players soon," Unsui told him, looking around. He hadn't seen Agon yet, either. He wondered what he was doing.

Dreaming about Hiruma's ass.

Agon grinned. He had just finished changing into his football gear, getting scanned by the liaison to make sure his gear was in proper order, when they began introducing the teams, after playing several clips of each team in the overheads, introducing them to the crowd, after the fifteen minutes were called to start the match.

Unsui watched the clips with his dad. They had streamed part of the interview Agon just did backstage in the private room behind the locker room, where he'd said he'd eat Hiruma's ass, after they'd win the game.

"Agon…" Unsui put his head in his palms. He couldn't help but laugh. Agon had always been that way. Impulsive. He wished he hadn't done that in front of their dad.

Their dad smiled.

His Yukata was green, as always, and he wore socks, as it was cold out, with his wooden sandals. His eyes were lime green. It was almost hard, getting him out here, as he was elderly, in his 60's, and it was about an hour long ride, with some time left over, taking the subways to Tokyo. He walked around with his father for a bit and bought fan gear—as if he didn't have enough Saikyoudai merch—where he turned in his tickets at the front of the stadium, before awaiting Agon with his dad in the seats to play in his game.

Agon's father was proud of him. He knew Agon had been misunderstood, since he was a boy, and could only feel ever happy for him, as he and his twin were in their twenties, now, and survived high school.

He laughed. Unsui did, too. They joined each other in a silent chuckle as Unsui's teammates began piling in, each seeing the Kongo twins' dad, looking nothing like them at all.

"T-T-That's your d-d- dad?! " Sena shouted, seeing him, Panther behind him, waving his hand.

"Osu~!" Panther said, grinning politely. "Hello, dad!"

He grinned, happily. Unsui's father smiled. Unsui couldn't help but blush, shy, introducing his teammates to Agon and his father.

"That's Agon's dad? " Sena heard Monta whisper behind him, to another teammate, Mizumachi. "Sheesh! Who knew he could create monster like that? "

His teammates began to laugh, seeing no correlation between Agon and his father; a sweet, old, polite man who did nothing but smile and wave to Unsui's teammates, kind.

"I hope you have treated my son favorably," he said, leaning over on his cane. He bowed. "Thank you for taking care of him."

"Dad…" Unsui blushed, noticing the game was about to start in 5 minutes. "The game's about to start. Let's sit down."

Unsui and his teammates all sat together in a crowded row, as more people began to settle down, chattering loudly amongst the loudspeakers, notifying the people it was going to start in less than 5 minutes.

Agon wa ready.

" GOOD EVENING EVERYBODY—! " The loudspeaker boomed, commenting, shouting, causing everyone to shout cheers of joy as their beloved game of football had just started, beginning. " WHO'S READY TOO RUUUUUUMMMMBBBLLLLEEE…..!? "

The crowd screamed.

Unsui couldn't believe how loud the crowd was. He looked at his father. He just pleasantly smiled, and clapped his hands a couple times, joining.

He laughed.

In that way, he reminded Unsui of Agon. The amusement. Even though their father wasn't directly related to Agon and Unsui, and only their uncle, through their mom's side, he could still see similarities between the two of them.

Like the kindness. When Agon was kind. To Hiruma. Unsui could see it. Or the love Agon bestowed upon Hiruma, at Lagan Island.

Unsui could see it.

" GO AGON—! " He cheered into his megaphone, which was also red, supporting Saikyoudai. His team looked at Unsui in shock.

"Unsui…" Their Captain had said, behind him, in his seat, shocked. Unsui turned. His team began to laugh, seeing a different side of Unsui apart from the field, today. Unsui began to laugh. Sena did, too.

Agon really brought out a different side of him, huh? Sena thought in his head, looking down upon the field. He laughed, louder. This was great.

Agon felt so, too.

" INTRODUCING…. " The loudspeaker began, "STRAIGHT FROM ALL THE WAY IN OUR HOME TOKYO… Saikyoudai…. WIZARDS—! "

The crowd went bananas.

"SAIKYOUDAI—" They started, " ZAP! "

They clapped twice.

The stadium blared red and black LED light across the audience as Saikyoudai's famous chant started, the Wizards, becoming introduced, field shining brightly, as Hiruma stepped upon the grass, outside of the Football Players dugout.

"The Demon from Hell…" The introduction started, seeing Hiruma flash his teeth, hand on his hip, grinning, "Otherwise, known as the Devil's Right Hand Man…! The demon himself…The Time Magician….! HIRUMA YOUICHI—! "

Hiruma began to run across the field. The crowd screamed. Unsui looked all around him. Agon and Hiruma were loved, this much? It was almost amazing, seeing how many people supported his brother, including famous athletes, and celebrities flying out from all the way across from America, to see him play.

It was almost madness.

It was madness.

Unsui couldn't help but laugh. "Some know him as the Devil's Henchman…" The Loudspeaker began, growing quiet, getting the crowd amped up, "Other's know him as the Devil's Advocate— We know him as the God of our Time, Dragon of the Heavens, a supreme, a hundred century born talent— The Godspeed Impulse— AGON KONGO! "

The crowd went wild.

Unsui screamed. "That's my brother!" he shouted, into his megaphone, going wild. "That's my brother! GO AGON! YOU CAN DO THIS! WHOOO—! "

His team stared at him in shock.

Unsui collected himself. "Ahem." he cleared his throat. He sat back down in his chair and straightened out his jacket, watching the game below.

His team began to laugh.

Unsui did, too.

Agon entered the field. He took off his helmet and began to smooth out his dreadlocks, grinning. He pretended to fuck an imaginary Hiruma, once or twice, glancing down the field at his partner, pointing to him, clicking his teeth, putting on his helmet.

Hiruma grinned.

Agon did, too.

The rest of their team began getting introduced, the Starting Line Up, with Ikkyu, "The Oni-demon from hell and the heavens,"—Agon snorted at that, receiving a low five from Ikkyu on his way over, who raved, talking about he got a high five from Agon, treasuring it forever, and Yamato, with—

"The Real Eyeshield 21."

The crowd was followed with Oooo's across the stadium. Everyone looked at Sena. Panther just grinned. Yamato came out with his signature eyeshield, sporting a red and black uniform, Team Saikyoudai, pointing at Sena, directing a comment.

Come face me in the Finals . His eyes seemed to say. Next Year. Sena.

Sena felt it. Yamato smiled.

He got his message.

The Opponents got introduced. Unsui noticed that the stadium grew quiet, all of a sudden, until, with one shout of a name, Everyone stood up and screamed—

" TAKEKURA CONSTRUCTION BABELS—! "

"The infinite indestructible opponent of the Semi-Pro League," The reporter over the loudspeaker began, seeing the Team walk out all at once, waving their hands, Musashi's helmet off, in his arms, "The Takekura Construction Babels have literally shut down each and every team they face in the Semi-Pro League with shut out after shut out, with no chance to score—Do you think things are looking rough for the Wizards today, Ryan John?"

"Yes," The Past Interviewer of Agon and Hiruma analyzed the team before him. Hiruma grinned, bitter. He knew Musashi's team had completely wrecked the Semi-Pro League in the past year, just like he told him, before they left for college, in High School.

I'll kill you if you lose to the guys in the Semi-Pro League, Hiruma had told him. Fucking Old Man.

Musashi had just smirked. "Yeah." he said, walking away. "I'll shake you a new one if you lose to the guys in the College League, Hiruma."

Hiruma smirked.

They parted ways.

Hiruma remembered that day like no other. It was nostalgic, now, that Hiruma was facing the worst team of the Semi-Pro League, the Takekura Construction Babels—All the way from the X-League.

This was going to be fun.

The Rice Bowl consisted of the Team that won the Championships, and the team that had won Last Year's Championships, who are granted the Ticket into the Semi-Pro League, the X-League, which was Musashi's team.

He had won last Year.

Now, his team had become fearsome opponents, taking down any opponent in their path, ripping them apart, piece by piece, making sure they had no chance to score.

"Wait," Unsui heard himself say. "I don't get it. Didn't Hiruma's team defeat the Takekura Construction Babels in the Quarterfinals?"

He sunk back in his chair, crossing his arms. Why was a team that was already knocked out of the Tournament playing against them?

"They already won the Loser's Bracket," Riku explained to Unsui, holding a football. He leaned closer, on his chair. He pointed to Musashi. "He was already included in the X-League Last Year. He got another chance. His team was the only team that had two chances, and was included in the X-League. If he lost the Loser's Bracket, he could just play from the X-League, underneath that title, which would grant him permission. Hiruma already beat his College League. Now, he has to defeat his X-League Team, because of his win, last year."

"How do you know this," Unsui asked him. "Riku?"

Riku smirked. "I've kept my eye on him," he stared, looking at Musashi's ferocious team. He almost felt sorry that Hiruma was facing them. They had grown stronger. "Just in case they became a potential threat to us. "

Unsui stared.

He gulped.

That was fearsome, Hiruma grinned, looking at Musashi's team Starting Line Up. He knew that he would be playing Musashi's team in the Finals. Musashi's team was the only team that had two chances to make it. If they lost, they'd be placed in the Loser's Bracket, and if they won that Raffle, they'd get the chance to play one of the teams in the Quarter Finals. If they didn't, they were apart of the X-League, which meant, they could play from there, and wouldn't be disqualified, since they were Last Year's champs.

Hiruma bit his Bubble Gum.

Bothersome.

Kid looked at Hiruma. "Seems their team's in tip-top shape, today," he said to Musashi, looking over at them. Agon came behind Hiruma. He began to hump him. "That can't be good."

"It never is," Musashi smirked. "That Hiruma. He has something planned. I know it."

Hiruma didn't.

He didn't have anything planned. Up until this point, everything had been planned, consecutive, and in movements. He didn't have a game plan for the Rice Bowl. He grinned.

Yeah, Right.

He knew that's how Musashi's team had won all those consecutive shutouts. Other teams had something planned, which Kid's Quickdraw could easily overthrow, and Gaou's destructive run had thrown out and tossed any plan the Quarterback had.

It wouldn't have mattered, in the end.

Without the Quarterback, you couldn't make plans.

Hiruma decided—

He would just let the team be themselves.

He wasn't worried about what the team would come up with, or what the team would do, as he had come up with this plan, on the plane, thinking.

He hadn't thought about what Agonne and he would do about the Babels. He didn't want to think. He didn't allow himself to think about football when he was with Agonne. He didn't need to. He was with Agonne.

Not football.

Hiruma deserved that right. He also wanted to Win. He came up with this plan on the plane, thinking about their Last Match when they versed the Babels, and had won.

He had Agonne.

But Agonne couldn't be the only card Hiruma would count on. He needed something else. An unknown factor; something that would trip up the Takekura Construction Babels.

And then, he decided—

He would just let the team be themselves.

The team had Good hand and eye coordination. A Majority of the Starting Line had been made of Geniuses. Everyone was expecting Hiruma to do the unexpected.

So he did the Unexpected.

He came up with no plan.

"Hiruma…" Mamori had said, when she had found out, Team Gathered around the Play Table. "You can't just throw the towel in, like that… I know the Takekura Construction Babels are a tough team, but this…"

He laughed. "Kekeke…." He laughed. "Fucking Manager. That's not what this is about."

Agon stopped humping Hiruma. "Ah?" he had stopped when he heard Hiruma announce there was no plan, upon Ikkyu's—

"So what is the plan?" he asked. "Hiruma-san?"

"There is no plan!" Hiruma announced, hands on hips. "Kekeke!"

Hiruma's team looked at him with bewilderment. And shock. Agon had been too busy humping him to care about the conversation beforehand, but now—

"Ah?!" Agon shouted, loud, five minutes before the kick-off sounded. "You don't have a plan?! Trash!"

Agon really wanted to spank him. He had meant for his trash to be unexpected, and daring, and Agon liked him mysterious—

Just not like this.

" Ah?! " he said, again.

Agon had no idea, either… His team figured. This was happening right before the 5-minute start of the Kick Off. They couldn't believe it.

Their Captain had no plan.

"Do you really believe," Hiruma said, leaning over on the play table. "I would really leave you fake fucks without a plan...?"

His team cheered.

Hiruma grinned.

His team shouted joys of excitement, turning around. Hiruma began to laugh, seeing their faces. "DO YOU REALLY THINK I'M AN IDIOT?!" Hiruma said out loud, making sure Musashi's team over heard him, taunting them. They ignored. He began to laugh, voice dry, hugging his stomach. "KEKEKE! They really thought… I'm an idiot… " He bent over on his knees and laughed, wiping his tears. "They really thought… I was an idiot. "

He turned to Agon.

He laughed.

"Hiruma…" Mamori gritted her teeth.

Hiruma calmed down.

"Alright," He came near the Play Table, three minutes to go. "This little Fucker," He grabbed Ikkyu, placing him near Agon. "Will be near Agon."

He grabbed Yamato.

"Now this Little Fucker," He grabbed Taka, and Placed Yamato near him. "Will be near this little Fucker,"

"Hiruma..." Mamori asked, seeing it. "What are you—"

"No," Juumonji held his hand up, cutting her off. "Trust him. I trust him. He knows what he's doing…"

He crossed his arms. Banba joined him and watched, observing Hiruma place the miniature figureheads across the table, of each player, until they were joined in each line.

"Phase 1." He pointed to Agon's line. "Phase 2." He pointed to His Own Line. "Phase 3." He pointed to Akaba's Line. "And Phase 4." He pointed to Yamato's Line. "Now, who's with me?"

His team cheered, getting the idea.

They grinned.

"YEAH—!" His team shouted. " LET'S KILL THEM—! "

" YA-HA! " Hiruma screamed.

"YA—HA!"

The game Began.

Agon started off First Quarter completely ruling the First Half, along with Ikkyu, who was part of his Team's line up.

Hiruma had set it up like this: After the Kick-Off, Agon would be leading his team members into what he saw fit, not Hiruma. Hiruma assigned Agon as Team Captain for His Quarter, as Agon was his lover, and he was in charge of this quarter.

Agon was excited.

He humped Hiruma against the play table, before the start of the Kick-Off, two minutes away from being called on the field by the Referees.

"Agon-senshu!" One of them blew a whistle, calling him over.

"It seems…" The Loudspeaker began, "That the Referees… are now calling the Players down to the field." They looked down across the arena. "Agon-senshu… and, Musashi-senshu, are now being called over for the Coin-Toss."

Agon walked over to the field.

"Old man," he said, cocky, placing his hands on his hips. "Ku… looking pretty old to me, I'd say, kukuku."

Agon remembered the love Hiruma and him Made last night.

He was on top of him. He held Hiruma's hand, above him, Hiruma's legs spread, hair flat against the sheets, huffing, nodding.

" Agonne… " He had huffed, that night. " Do me… "

The lamp was on, near them. Agonne squeezed his hand, near cumming. He was close. Hiruma nodded his head, feeling his lover's breath ghost his neck.

" Hiruma… " Agon breathed, against him. " I love you… "

Hiruma nodded. His hand ghosted upon Agon's face, touching his lips, rubbing him, as Agon pulled his fingers into his mouth, sucking on them. Agon pulled away, nodding his head, kissing his neck, moaning. He rubbed his thigh, holding his love near him, breathing against him, making love to him.

Agon loved him.

Hiruma wore his black and gold embroidered robe in bed with Agon. It was silk. Agon ran his hand down Hiruma's thighs, lifting his leg, rubbing him.

Hiruma moaned. Agon ran his nose down Hiruma's neck, snaking it along his skin, licking him, touching him. Hiruma nodded.

Agon continued rubbing his thighs. His thighs were above Agon's head. He continued to kiss him, down his chest, loving on him.

He loved on him.

Agon stilled. "Me and my baby are winning today," Agon continued to Musashi, returning, smirking. He looked off, out towards the crowd, camera catching his gaze. Musashi looked him stilly in the eye. "Nothing can stop me and Hiruma. No one will come between me and my baby."

He grinned.

"Is that so?" Musashi said. "Agon. I'd thought you'd have something better to say. After you lose, that is."

He smirked.

Agon stilled.

He remembered making love to Hiruma last night.

Agon placed his head between Hiruma's thighs and began to kiss them, sucking on them, licking the skin there, sucking again.

" Uhhh… " Hiruma moaned, leaning his head back. Agon came between his legs, sucking him off, bobbing his head. Hiruma placed his fingers within Agon's dreadlocks and moaned, spreading his legs.

"Nah." Agon smirked, reminiscing. He returned, again. He wiped his lip. "We're winning. Today."

Musashi smirked. "Yeah." he said. "That means we're winning Today as well."

The coin was tossed.

"You bastard." Agon said. "You can just come right out and say it. We're winning, and that's all there is to it."

Agon grinned.

Musashi smirked.

"TAILS—!" The Referee called out. He looked at Agon. " SAIKYOUDAI. HEADS—!" He looked at Musashi. " TAKEKURA. " He clasped the caught coin tightly in his hands. He lifted his palm. Agon looked at it.

It was Tails.

Agon grinned. "See you on the other side," He said, turning around. "Trash. You can refer to this Quarter as My Quarter, from now on, as I'll be ruling it. Trash."

Musashi gritted his teeth.

Agon led the first Quarter with 32-0, scoring a sonic boom straight down the center, his first hut being called—

" HUT! " Agon called out, loudly, arms draping lazily in front of him, grinning. This was his first time playing this position. He was offensive. He grinned.

In the Rice Bowl.

"It seems…. Agon-senshu…" The reporter started, Ryan John, "is… taking Quarterback position, for this first time, as in the past, he did it with Hiruma, but now—"

He was the Quarterback.

Agon finished. " HUT—! " he called out, again. This was the real hut call. He grinned. The ball was snapped back to Agon, with him fixing his helmet strap, standing up right, catching it.

His line caught Musashi's.

Musashi's line powered through almost immediately. It took almost all of Banba's strength to hold him back.

" What…?! " Banba gritted his teeth, staring down at them. "What… is this… power—?! "

They tore through.

"Agon!" Banba shouted. "They're coming—!"

Agon grunted. "Ah, ah…." He caught the snap, glazing the field, looking for a receiver to pass to. He found Ikkyu. "Get out of my ears with that shit."

He snapped the ball.

Ikkyu caught the ball 10 yards down the field, calm, before getting tackled, on the 11 yard line by one of the Linemen from Musashi's team. Agon smirked.

It was best not to get that Gorilla agitated.

He stood right in front of him.

"Kongou Agon…" Gaou smirked, Titanium mouthplate spotted in his mouth. He grinned. "Ffn… it's been awhile. Last time I saw you, you were almost getting crushed by my hand."

He was remaking the Last Time Agon and him had faced, and he had escaped Gaou's lethal death blow.

He had almost gotten crushed by him.

Agon laughed. "Ku." he spat. "I'm not holding the ball this time." He looked at Ikkyu, downfield, tackled by one of the Oujou Golden Year Linemen. Kuroki screamed in defeat. He had wanted to get to him, first.

"That was mine! " Kuroki shouted, eyes blue. " Musashi—! "

"Sorry," Musashi laughed, helmet behind his head. "Oujou-senpai got to it, First."

The both of them snarked, looking at their lost and forsaken teammate.

Ikkyu gritted his teeth.

He stood.

"You won't get me, next time." he said, eyes glowing, magenta. Everyone gulped. Agon smirked. "Agon-san is on my back. I can't have you embarrass him, like this."

"Why is he so devoted to Agon-san?" Chuubou asked his teammates, turning towards them, all with clueless looks in their eyes, except the Senpais.

You'd never know. Banba said in his head, crossing his arms, looking at Agon high-five Ikkyu, clapping him on the back, smirking. The two demons stood. Agon pushed him out of the way from a bully.

You'd never know, otherwise.

That Ikkyu's respect came so far.

For someone, like Agon.

Maybe it was because Agon was like him. Someone talented. Someone Ikkyu could get along with. Someone Ikkkyu… could bond with. Someone Ikkyu—

Someone Ikkyu could like.

Agon stood, looking downfield, at Hiruma, standing near the bench, smirking. This was how Agon played chess, huh? Hiruma wondered in his head, blowing bubble gum, almost turning away. He smirked. Calm and easy. It wasn't like his fucking at all.

Rough and hard.

Hiruma remembered the love Agon had made to him last night. Kissing his thighs, his legs, and in between, loving on him.

He remembered him sucking him off.

Agon remembered laying him hard down on the bed and doing him Last Night. He remembered running his hands down Hiruma's skin. How soft… it was—

Win. Hiruma's eyes seemed to say to Agonne, looking at them, down the field. They widened. My Agonne.

Agon grinned. "I'm not holding the ball, this time." He showed Gaou his hand, lifting it. "Gorilla Trash." He laughed. "Can't you see? Idiot trash."

Agon spat.

Gaou smirked. "For now." he said. "Agon."

Gaou began to walk away.

Another Set started.

Agon grinned.

Agon made use of Ikkyu and Chuubou, snapping them the ball each time the ball was handed to him, or either ran it off himself, upon Hiruma's order, looking into his eyes.

Win. he had said.

He was going to win.

Agon dropped to his knees and licked Hiruma's ass above his uniform, startling the crowd, shocking everyone, at the end of First Quarter, giving everyone stars in their eyes from seeing Agon's stunt he pulled.

"Agon…" Unsui dropped his head into his palms and began laughing, almost cringing. Of course, leave it to his brother to shock everyone on National Live Television.

"Agon-Senshu just—" Agon heard one of the reporter's begin to say, shocked, as Hiruma's team had called out a timeout, then, Agon leading with 29-0,"Agon-senshu just licked Hiruma's ass?! Can I say that on Live TV?"

"Can Agon do that on Live TV?!" Hiruma overheard one of the coaches from over on Musashi's team ask, frustrated as hell, seeing Agon get away with it, as it distracted his players.

Agon stood, after kissing Hiruma there, a couple times, startling everyone.

Agon grinned. "You're so bad." Agon spanked him. He whispered in his ear, snaking his hand down Hiruma's ass, gripping it. He rubbed him. He humped him. " Ah… "

Hiruma made him so horny.

Agon thought about the cards he had been dealt.

Agon remembered being a child. Neighbors calling him crazy. Saying they didn't want their kids around him. That he was Nefarious. Crazy. Agon didn't care, anyway.

He didn't need them.

Agon had found himself saying that a lot when his mom died. He wanted her. More than anyone in the world, he wanted to be cuddled by his mom, swaddled in her arms, more than anything in the world, Agon wanted to see her again.

He felt alone.

Agon wanted to see his mom. He cried. He cried a lot. She was the only person that didn't look at Agon as crazy.

She saw him as her son.

So did Unsui. He saw him as his brother, but more than anything… Agon wanted his mom to be here. In this game.

He wanted to be held by Hiruma.

Hiruma had such a Maternal Nature to him. Agon didn't know what it was but he was just drawn to him. He felt safe. With Hiruma.

Hiruma felt safe with him, too.

Agon and Hiruma ruled the entire Third Quarter to themselves, practicing Phase 3. Phase 2 consisted of Defense, as Musashi's team was moved to the Opposite Side of the field, playing Offense. Agon knew Hiruma's strong suit wasn't in Defence. Phase 2 was his Quarter.

It ended with 29-15, with Hiruma throwing the ball down for a Spike, at the last 5 seconds of the Quarter, enough for Agon to run in a quick Touchdown at the end of the 10-yard dash line away from Musashi's End Zone.

" GET HIM! " Musashi yelled, screaming at his Teammates as Agon had ducked underneath Gaou's arm, making sure not to get caught.

" Kuh…! " Agon gritted his teeth, jumping over another Teammate, as they all had piled on to Tackle Agon. He landed on his ribcage, cursing. " Shit…! "

They scored 36-16, as the First Half ended.

Halftime began.

Agon and Hiruma stared at each other. Agon's eyes were golden. He knew the outcome. Hiruma did, too. They were winning.

Agon grinned.

Hiruma did, too.

They were going to win the Rice Bowl, together.

They held hands.

Third Quarter began.

Hiruma remembered being with Agon on the plane. How he loved him. He had slept with him. They were under the covers in their pull out beds from their captain's chair. Agon laid above him. Hiruma's fingers scraped Agon's back, combing out his dreadlocks, smoothing his nails over his dragon tattoo. He held him.

Agon kissed Hiruma's ankle, licking it, lifting his leg. He nodded his head, feeling Hiruma's foot, beginning to rub it, cuddling him.

Hiruma bit his lip. They were underneath the covers, together. Agon sucked on Hiruma's toe, licking it, pulling it into his mouth, beginning to suck on them, kissing each toe, lightly, laughing. He held his foot, caressing it softly, against his face, before running his nose down the crest of it, moaning. He began to laugh, kissing him there, soft. Hiruma laughed softly, too.

"Agonne," he said. He held his hand up to his face, rubbing his thumb underneath Agonne's eyelid, feeling a tear. He smiled, sweet. "We're winning. Today."

Agon looked up at him. His eyes were golden. "Yeah." he said. He smiled. "Trash." Agon began to laugh. His teeth were beautiful. He continued to rub him. "We're winning. Today."

He looked up at Hiruma and smiled again.

He was beautiful.

Agon's dreads were beautiful. They were dark and black, beautiful. Like him. Hiruma let Agon eat him out when the lights dimmed on the plane, and it began to get dark out, head dipping between his thighs, licking in between.

Hiruma nestled his hand within Agon's hair as he licked him, his lover becoming One with him, grabbing his thighs, rubbing him.

Agon loved on him.

Fourth Quarter began.

They were Losing. Agon looked all around him. His team mates faces were falling. Agon searched for Hiruma.

It began to Rain.

" Hiruma…! " Agon called out, looking for him, searching the players among the field, turning them around. He couldn't find him. Agon began to grow scared. " Hiruma…! Hiruma…! "

"Hiruma."

Agon woke up. He heard Mamori's voice, call out his name. He looked in front of him. He saw Hiruma in front of him, caught up in a discussion with Mamori, about the players and Banba's playing style across the field, seeing Yamamoto and Taka get knocked away by Gaou, catching a receive in the air, Ikkyu tugging the ball out of his hands, snatching for an interception, landing on the ground.

Oh. Agon had fallen asleep on the bench. Agon looked at the clock. They had a minute and 14 seconds on the clock left. He stared down at his black wristbands, rubbing his thumbs across them, gently. Hiruma wouldn't have Agon play this Quarter, unless needed, because Agon needed to save his strength for Last Quarter.

When he fought Gaou.

Agon smirked. Ah? He laughed, staring ahead at Hiruma's ass. Kukuku… That trash knew better than to leave me out. Thinking that I'd just stay put. I'll have to spank him. He bit his lip. Perhaps, when we get home. And win.

Agon stood. He came behind Hiruma, rubbing his hip with his thumb, standing close to him as Mamori devised plans with the Demonic Duo, thinking of ways to neutralize Gaou.

"We'll have Agon do that in the Fourth Quarter," Hiruma spoke to her, over his shoulder, kissing Agon's lips, making out with him. The sky began to turn grey. It was going to rain. He pulled away, looking him in the eye. "Right?"

Agon laughed. "You're playing Fourth Quarter, right?" He laughed, biting his lip. "Ku… I like that…" He began to hump him. " Ah… " His breath ghosted across his face. "I should've just done you during halftime…" He continued to hump him, placing his head down on his shoulder, dreads falling. " Ah… "

"Agon!" Mamori shouted.

"Sorry, dad." Unsui apologized to his father in the crowd, leaning over towards him. It was getting cold. His breath ghosted in front of his face. He shivered. "Agon probably didn't take his medication."

Medication? Sena thought, overhearing. He looked over. Unsui spoke more quietly to his father. If Sena remembered, Mamori-neechan held medication in her hands at the end of their game, when Agon had fallen, into Unsui's arms. It was probably for that reason, Sena figured, thinking about it. Agon had taken a couple nasty falls within the past year.

He wasn't going to take one today.

He felt better than ever. Fourth Quarter began. Musashi participated in the Starting Line-Up as kicker. They were were at 63-53. Saikyoudai was winning. They were 12 points ahead. Muashi was 40 yards away from making a goal, or scoring another Touchdown.

Hiruma had him right where he wanted him. He smirked. Agon stood, facing Gaou, right in front of him, on the Line.

"Ready for this beating, Gorilla Trash?" Agon called out, smirking. A couple Huts were called out from Musashi's Team, in front of him. "I'll give one to you, for free."

Agon was warm. His blood boiled. He could hardly feel the cold on his skin. He smirked. Hiruma was behind him, playing Defensive Free Safety. His eyes were following the ball. Any moment, the ball would be snapped to the Quarterback Kid, Hiruma knew, and Gaou would rush at Agon, playing Tackle, and it would be up to Agon to create an opening, and sack Musashi, through the Line.

The ball was snapped.

Chuubou darted forward.

" GO, FUCKING CHIBI! " Hiruma shouted, hand arching, screaming. Agon caught Gaou, instantly.

" Hi… ru… ma…. " Agon gritted his teeth, muscles tensing, Tackling Gaou from above the shoulders, pushing him back. Agon remembered the way Gaou fought: rushing, never thinking. Agon thought.

He dipped his weight.

Gaou stumbled. He looked at Agon. For a quick second, he stared at him, eyes yellow, amber, breath ghosting into the cold wind. He understood.

"You'd… rather not fight," Gaou figured out, quickly, as time seemed to slow, looking at Agon, dipping his weight, lowering his leg, letting Gaou fall. "Then fight me… head-on. For that… I can not respect you, Agon." His balance shifted. "Ffn… Perhaps, you were more respectful… in Kurita's battles."

Agon smirked. "I'm not an idiot." he said. "Gorrilla Trash."

Gaou fell.

The ball was kicked.

It soared, high into the air. Agon looked, startled. Hiruma's eyes widened. Before Chuubou could get to him—

Musashi managed an explosive blow to his hand.

Chuubou's hand snapped back. Chuubou gritted his teeth, tears streaming in his eyes as the ball flew right past him, through his grasp, soaring it's way down across the field.

It landed within the Field Goal.

Hiruma looked. The crowd went crazy. His fingers twitched. He looked at Musashi, stunned. Musashi just kicked….

Musashi just kicked over 60-yards.

"How long…" Hiruma asked, as Musashi switched into Defensive Position down the field, as the Team's Positions swapped, "how long… did it take you, to develop that kick… Fucking Old Man?"

Hiruma lifted his head. His eyes were large, stunned.

It was one of Musashi's first times seeing that look on his face.

Complete shock.

Musashi's gaze darkened, "Hm," He lifted his head, smirking. He laughed. "I dunno, I'd say about Highschool, I think. When a Crazy Demon made me kick a 55-yard magnum that I could never complete."

Musashi laughed.

Hiruma smirked.

Agon watched. His eyes widened. Musashi…. Agon gritted his teeth, clenching his fist. The fuck was he doing with his trash?! AH!?

Agon almost went berserk. Then, he decided to calm down. He'd wait. He'd wait and rip that trash a new one! Agon stalked off, walking away, sucking his teeth. Hiruma noticed.

He grinned.

"Be careful." Hiruma warned, eyes blue. "He's jealous."

Musashi snorted. "You sure?" Musashi asked, arms crossed. He looked ahead. "He looks like more than that, to me."

Hiruma only grinned.

Fourth Quarter resumed. Agon and Hiruma resolved that Quarter with a throwback Dragonfly, mixed in with a new play Hiruma was able to come up with on sight—

Dragon's Henchmen.

It provided use of all the available players on Hiruma's team, under Agon's control, and within tight spots and moments, Hiruma's use would take over, allowing him all control over the team and their mannerisms. This was named—

Devil's Henchmen.

Agon loved it. So did Hiruma. Agon grabbed Hiruma by the waist and humped him, beginning to grin. They were going to win.

Agon kissed him.

" AW! " The loudspeaker commented, sitting up in his seat. "Their it is! The dragon's kiss has bestowed itself upon the demon! Is this part of their trick play?"

The Devil's Henchmen allowed complete control over the field, including Hiruma's players, by allowing complete use of Hiruma's Mental capabilities.

"He's playing chess," Musashi figured out, snorting, looking at them across the field, seeing Agon hump Hiruma. Agon pulled away, looking at Hiruma, biting his lip. Hiruma smirked. Agon spanked him. He was chewing his gum. "Isn't he?"

Kid looked up. "Agon's playing, too," he figured, dipping his helmet in a cowboy style. He scoffed, huffing out air. He looked up, again. "... Isn't he?"

His lips parted. It was cold, out. Even in the dome, fans were getting out of their seats, barely, grabbing a hot cup of cocoa and chocolate just to stay warm. He looked up in the stands.

"This is troublesome," Kid closed his eyes, smirking. "We'll have to neutralize him before he becomes a threat." He looked at Gaou. "Gaou." He called out. "It's time. Get ready,"

It was almost ironic, being on a team with a monster that completely trashed your arm in High School, and ruined his chances at going… there, He looked at Tetsuma. Yeah, he had almost gone with him. Ikkyu stared at him with a long gaze.

He was going to defeat him.

The competition between Saikyoudai and Takakura was fierce. Maybe it was because of Hiruma and Musashi. Maybe it was because Agon and Gaou. Maybe it was because of Tetsuma and Ikkyu, and the battle for the Top Receiver of All Time.

Maybe it was because they had so many Opposing Players.

It was almost perfect, really. How all of this made sense. How all of these players were matched up, and complete competitors. How each team made it to the Finale, and were now, playing each other in the Christmas Bowl.

This was the Last Match they would play that would decide the Fate of Both Teams.

Agon clenched his fist. They were winning. He didn't care about what any trash had to say. They were winning. The numbers were almost perfect.

67-66.

All they had to do was be patient and play this game slow and steady. Agon wasn't one for patience, but this was a game of chess. Slow and steady won the race, right? Agon thought about the time before his medication, before he started taking it, and how he'd rush to finish the game, impatient, but now….

Agon looked into the air.

He loved Hiruma. Hiruma made football fun. Agon found himself wanting to finish a game, but just to only fuck Hiruma at the end of it, when they won, and make sweet love to him when they got home.

He loved him. Hiruma loved him, too. He could feel it. They were winning, today. Hiruma could feel it in his bones.

Him and Agonne were winning today.

They were winning the Rice Bowl.

Their win was secured, Agon knew. Agon looked at Hiruma. They were winning, today. He pulled him close to him. Hiruma grabbed his face with his hand and pulled him to close, fingers scraping against his lips, growling. Agon understood. Hiruma smirked.

He kissed him.

Hiruma was going to make sweet love with him when they Won.

Agon smirked.

He liked the sound of that.

Fourth Quarter resumed. With a minute and fifteen seconds on the clock, Hiruma and Agon were going to run the clock out.

They began the Dragonfly.

Agon looked out across from him. Line-Up began. Ah? Agon looked at Gaou. He looked different. Black sports tape no longer bound him arms, from the shoulders down. Musashi and Kid stood far away from him, on the Opposite Side of the field.

Ah? Agon questioned in his head. Why the fuck did they move all the way over there? He looked at Hiruma. Agon remembered Gaou going through a similar transformation when he fought him in the Second Half of their last battle, too.

Hiruma noticed. He called a hut, and then another hut. His eyes glanced away from him. Agon became uneasy. If need be, he'd run in front of Hiruma, and protect him, from the monstrosity named Gaou.

Agon bit his lower lip.

If Hiruma got hurt, then their shot at winning the Rice Bowl was over.

Agon chewed his lip. "It's okay, Agon-san," Agon heard to the left of him, looking over. It was Ikkyu. He had a fierce look of his own in his eye. "If need be, I'll run in front of Hiruma-san and you and catch a long pass from the 10-yard down line. He can't touch you if you've already made a down."

Agon remembered. That's right. Gaou obeyed the rules of football. He wasn't a complete idiot. Although a Freshman Monstrosity, like Sena, or Monta, Gaou was a different kind of Monster, and could go toe to toe with the Upperclassman.

And the Guardian God of Kantou, Kurita.

Who was on his way of becoming one of the best Linemen of Japan's Time. Agon snorted.

Yeah, right. That slow-footed trash couldn't do shit to him in the Final, although… he had managed to knock Chuubou away with a mere tackle to his stomach.

Agon huffed air. Whatever. Hiruma called a Third Hut. Agon looked ahead. All he had to do was play and focus, like he usually did.

He breathed.

He let his Talent flow. Ikkyu entered a similar state. Immediately, the mood shifted on the field. Agon's presence changed.

He became a demon.

Everyone became silent. Now, the peppy and excited Agon had changed into someone completely different. Silent, Cold.

"They must've made him really angry," Unsui said, in the silence of the crowd, as everyone was to stunned to speak, seeing the drastic shift, sensing it, silencing them. "I haven't seen him get like this since Deimon's game. That means he's getting serious,"

What? Sena wondered in his head, looking at his captain. "Serious?" Unsui looked at him. "Agon-san hasn't been serious this entire time?"

Sena shivered.

"No," Unsui began to say, "He's been serious, but…" he paused, looking at his brother. He was one of the few people that knew Agon best, "This is something different. That cold… calm… collected rage. Agon's angry." Unsui stiffened, in his seat. "He's focused."

Unsui gulped. That must've meant that Hiruma was in danger. Unsui hadn't seen Agon angry in a long time. That cold rage.

Hiruma was going to get hurt.

This was serious.

Unsui stilled just watching the game. They hadn't even started the play yet, and Unsui already knew the last minute and few seconds of the game were going to be disastrous. Agon must've sensed this, and begun to prepare himself. Unsui hadn't seen this rage in a long time.

That cold… collected… anger.

That rage that beckoned upon senseless madness.

That Unstoppable Violence.

Agon begun.

They play began. The Hut was called. Hiruma called the Last Hut, " HUT—! " And Agon moved forward, past all the Linemen, with Ikkyu.

"Ikkyu," Agon said, quick, looking around. "Run with me—we're going to run out the clock."

Ikkyu nodded. "Yes," he said, fast, "Agon-san."

Ikkyu followed him. The situation must've been severe, Unsui looked. Panther was stretching his neck out, intrigued, watching the game. His eyes followed the players, all in slow motion. Unsui could understand.

The athlete's feeling.

A need to watch the game. Unsui was glad that he was able to get closer seats to the field, but even then, he understood the decision Agon was making.

He was giving it his all.

He was going to protect Hiruma.

He was winning this game.

Ikkyu ran forward with him. "Is this… the Demon Gods of Kantou's… Last Stand? " The Commentator began, watching the play begin to unfold, gulping. Hiruma approached the left flank, as far as possible from Gaou, within Eyesight of Agon, 20-yards down the field.

Yamato was thrown out of the way.

His body flipped into air, swirling, getting tossed out of the way, landing hard on the ground, clete flying off, as Gaou raced his way towards Agon, tearing right through the Center.

Towards Ikkyu.

Towards Hiruma.

"Throw!" Agons shouted, loud, booming, Godspeed Impulse Reacting. " HIRUMA! "

Hiruma through.

" Ke…! " Hiruma threw the ball, sharp, centimeters within Gaou reaching him, breath cold, ghosting in front of his face as Gaou stopped, arm reaching forward, fingers twitching. Ikkyu caught the ball with amazing precision, along the 20-yard line, jerking around Tackles and Cornerbacks, with Agon, reacting, fast, watching every movement everyone made, eyes wide.

The play ended.

Everyone let out a calm breath of relief, short, still uptight, but, calm. " Whew… " Panther called out, eyes wide. "That was close, "

"Yeah," Unsui nodded. "It was,"

He looked down at Agon on the field. Agon was frozen, looking over at across the field, 20-yards away, at Hiruma, making sure he was okay.

Hiruma was.

He breathed.

He didn't have the football, anymore. Hiruma didn't let anyone see his true emotions, or true feelings, and had learned to have a poker face long ago, but the only man he would ever reveal that to was Agon, who he loved, but this…

Hiruma knew his chances at the Rice Bowl almost shot itself in the foot.

Hiruma grinned. Agon smirked, "Trash…" he muttered, aloud. "You always make me so hot… "

He bit his lip, grinning shortly. He laughed, shortly, before he turned around, and began the next play.

"C'mon, Ikkyu," he told him, turning around. He grunted. "We're doing it again…"

Agon looked off into the distance, silent. Unsui knew what that meant. He was somewhere else, now. Even in this cold weather, Unsui could tell…

His brother was somewhere else.

Ikkyu nodded. He bit his lip, holding his ribcage with his hand, on the ground, grimacing. He was bleeding, from the nostril. Agon looked off into the distance.

They were somewhere else, now.

Tetsuma looked at them. He took notice. Kid glanced.

"Tetsuma," Kid called out, hand on hip, staring at him. Tetsuma looked at him. "We're starting, again."

Tetsuma reported back to his position.

Ikkyu stood. He held his chest. He didn't tell anyone about the silent pain and burn he felt there. He'd fight with every blood and tear with Agon. This was nothing, compared to what Agon felt, all times, within him.

Everyone was making a sacrifice, to be here.

Ikkyu wouldn't forget. The sacrifices Hiruma and Agon made to be here. None of his teammates would let that go. Seeing Agon deteriorate opened their eyes.

It brought them together.

They were winning. A medic came over and checked Ikkyu out, clearing him for playing. Ikkyu clutched his chest.

It was cold, out.

The play began.

Agon took Quarterback Position. He was risking putting Hiruma out there, as Gaou was in front of him, even though Agon had sent out Yamato and Ikkyu, with him, out on the field, near his position.

Agon called out a hut.

He threw the ball. As soon as the ball was snapped to him, Agon looked out, Godspeed Impulse Reacting, seeing Gaou, going straight for Hiruma, throwing Yamato's Caesar's charge out of the way, and shot the ball in Hiruma's direction, near Ikkyu.

Ikkyu caught it.

Tetsuma tore it out of his hands. It began an aerial battle. " GIVE IT…! " Ikkyu shouted, gritting his teeth, eyes blazing. " Testuma…! "

He screamed. Taka came near them, rushing, anticipating the movements being made. "I knew you wouldn't catch the ball, at this angle, Ikkyu," Taka ripped the ball from him, tugging. He stopped. "With your broken rib cage—"

Tetsuma wouldn't yield.

"You…" Taka stared at him. "WIll not yield… to me… Taka? "

Tetsuma stared, eyes wide.

"No."

The three of them landed, in a pile of dust, flipping over each other, Ikkyu gritting his teeth, Taka's hair becoming tangled in one of their shoes, lip bleeding, Testuma's fingers wrapping tight around leather.

They stopped.

The referees ran forward, awaiting for the dust to clear. Agon stared, quick, looking at the scene. Ikkyu…. Agon knew. You… His gaze faded. Ikkyu sat up, clenching his teeth, holding his chest.

" DAMN IT! " He screamed into the air, tears glistening within his eyes, sitting up, fist balling. " DAMN IT! "

The refs tried to calm him down, but Ikkyu snapped. "No!" he bit back, eyes wide, calm. He pointed his finger at them. He calmed down. His hand rested. He stared. At Testuma.

Taka tsked.

Tetsuma had caught the ball.

Takekura had gained the interception.

Saikyoudai was placed on Defense.

" Damn it! " Hiruma kicked the ground in distaste, tsking. " Che. "

Agon tsked, placing his hands on his hips.

He frowned.

Saikyoudai moved to Defensive Line. Hiruma stood next to him, in position. They would be the last remaining Line of Defense.

They held hands.

Hiruma tightened his grip on Agonne's. They would be okay. Hiruma looked ahead at Kid. Gaou still blazed with beastiality. Agon tensed, preparing to battle Gaou once again. The air was cold.

Agon almost shivered.

The play began. Agon reacted, Godspeed Impulse snapping, realizing what was happening. Kid snapped a kick tee out of his wrist warmer and near the back of the line defended by Defensive Linebackers and Centers, almost away from Agon and Hiruma's eyesight.

" IT'S A KICK! " Hiruma alerted, keen eyesight coming into play, alerting his team, They stared, quick. The Geniuses reacted.

Akaba flipped Gaou out of the way with his Spider Poison, reacting sharply, but not before Gaou got to him. He broke Akaba's arm instantly, touching it with one of his fingers, barely scraping it.

Both Akaaba and Gaou fell to the ground, over each other, Agon reacting, quickly, swinging around the left hand side, going for a left handed hook, reaching his hand out.

" IT'S AGON—! " The Loudspeaker boomed, with cheers, raising out of his seat, seeing the beloved player, reaching his hand out for the key players of Takekura, "He's coming too stop them—!"

Musashi and Kid looked, surprised. Hiruma shouted, being held back by Takekrua's strong Offensive Line.

"Go!" Hiruma shouted, clenching his teeth. "My Agonne!"

Agonne hissed between clenched teeth. He reached hands out. "You're dreams are over, trash!" he cackled, calling out, easily. He leapt forward, reaching over in the air, laughing. "Kukuku! It's really going to be a nightmare when you wake the fuck up—"

Musashi slammed the foot of his leg against the ball.

It snapped into the air.

Agon watched as the ball flew well over 40 yards into the sky, stretching into a high, silent, arc. At that moment, Agon knew the answer.

They lost.

The whistle blew.

The clock had stopped at 0:01. It was Fourth Quarter. He watched it tick away, until the last millisecond stopped.

The clock buzzed.

The ball went in.

The cloud erupted in cheers.

The buzzer played loudly in Agon's ears as his Team fell, and Musashi's team gathered in shouts and hugs, throwing themselves around. Agon looked at Hiruma.

Hiruma watched him.

They had lost.

Him and his Agonne had lost.

His team had lost.

Team Saikyoudai had Lost.

And Team Takekura had won.

Their shot at the Rice Bowl was over.

They had… Lost.

Unsui stared. "Oh, no…" he began to stay, looking at Agon. Sena stared at him. Everyone seemed to stare at the field, at Agon, wondering what he was going to do.

Agon sat on the ground, after landing, and thought to himself, crooking his leg up, placing his elbow on the edge of his knee, replaying the events he had in his head.

What he could've done to stop them.

Agon thought about how hard he had worked to get here, and with that, he stood, silent, raising his head. He stared ahead.

"If you…" He spoke. He stopped. Everyone froze. He continued. "Keep holding my legs… this Dream of Ours will never happen." Agon clenched his fist. He walked forward. "I'll drown you underneath the waterfall. Those who do not follow… can all do their training, underneath the clouds."

Agon sighed through his nostrils.

They had lost. Hiruma looked at him. Mamori sniffled, crying. They had worked so hard…! Why now? Why was it now?!

"Hiruma!" Mamori shouted, rushing after him, on the field. Hiruma had spoke nothing. No words of Encouragement. No willingness to move forward. Nothing. His gaze was dark. "Is that it? After everything, you—"

"Shut up." Hiruma told her, eyes wide, looking in her direction. "We'll win. Next Year." Hiruma smirked. Mamori huffed. He looked at Agon. He wondered how he would take this.

Agon awaited for Hiruma in the locker room.

There, the team undressed, silent. Hiruma didn't say any words to the team. He knew how Geniuses were; never speaking, always going, minds wondering what they could've done differently. They were silent. Hiruma wanted the team to get bitter about the defeat, and be angry about their loss. That way, they knew that there was still room for improvement and they weren't the best out there.

That there was still room to win.

Agon sat on the bench, Next to Hiruma, after their loss. They held hands. Hiruma rubbed Agon's back, towel over Agon's face, rubbing his lover, stroking him.

He really wished they'd won.

Agon stared ahead, silent. They were winning next year, definitely, but now… Agon laughed. He wouldn't mind rest. With Hiruma.

He kissed him. Underneath his towel, Hiruma breathed against him, rubbing his arm. They were winning next year, but now… they wouldn't mind rest.

Agon And Hiruma made love in the shower.

After the team had left, and the stadium lights were almost shut off, Agon and Hiruma were left, and Hiruma had gained access to the keys to their locker room.

Hiruma bent over for Agon to do him. Agon shoved his length within Hiruma and sighed, rubbing his body, breathing.

" I love you so much… " Hiruma breathed to him, leaning forward, arms resting on the railing of the stalled shower, Agon pumping into him, causing him to move. " Huh… "

Hiruma moaned. Hiruma put his head down, moaning repeatedly, Agon moving in and out of him, causing him to moan out.

" Huh… " Hiruma moaned out, clenching his fist against the railing, nodding his head. " Agonne…. "

Agon kissed his back, making love to him, smoothing his lips along the skin, teething at him, nipping at the skin. He moaned.

His hands rubbed down Hiruma's sides, smoothing down his body, feeling him. He continued to kiss him, teething at his neck. He smacked his ass.

Hiruma nodded, turning his head, watching Agon probe his body, down his neck. He continued to fuck him. Hiruma put his head down.

They loved.

When Agon and Hiruma got home, they rested. Hiruma fixed Agon a nice cup of coffee, while Agon got in the shower, freshening up, washing his hair, with Hiruma joining him as time passed, soon. Hiruma spent time with him, there.

He combed out his dreadlocks. Agon rested his head on Hiruma's shoulder, as his lover cradled him, feeling his lover lean down towards him, resting.

Agon slept.

Hiruma let Agon sleep. In this way, Agonne reminded him of a little boy, that needed cradling by his mother. Hiruma was so maternal that it just… fit, with him.

Agon didn't fight the need.

He rested.

Hiruma nodded his head, holding him.

He held him.

Hiruma closed his eyes against him.

He wouldn't mind, rest, like this.

He loved Agon, after all. Hiruma hugged him. After the shower, Hiruma put on one of Agonne's formal shirts, and wiped the dirt and grime from his face, looking at himself in the mirror.

He didn't feel the sad feeling within him.

His eyes were blue. They were light, after all. It was winter. They always grew light, in the winter. Agon knew this, seeing him. He spanked him. Hiruma laughed, wiping his eyelids with a makeup wipe, cleaning his face, removing the eyeliner around it.

Hiruma was so pretty.

Agon didn't tell Hiruma that he had seen him done it. He only came against him, resting his head against his shoulder, deep into the crest of his neck, kissing him, resting his head there. Hiruma laughed. He felt Agon's hands trace his hips, feeling his curves before turning around and kissing him, making out with him.

Hiruma laughed.

Agon left his side. He returned to bed, with Hiruma joining him, grabbing their cups of coffee, handing Agon his, joining him.

Hiruma became One with him. He rode him, naked, Agon slipping his hands down the small of Hiruma's back, stripping off his formal shirt from him, Hiruma taking it off, over his head, putting it on the floor.

Agon let Hiruma ride him. They became one, with Hiruma's beeseechments, crying out, holding Agon's hand, letting Agon love in him, strong. Agon loved him.

They made love into the night.

Hiruma pinned back Agon's dreadlocks in the morning. He rested against him, eyes closed, against Agon's chest, breathing soft.

It almost amazed Agon how soft Hiruma tended to breathe, at times, against him. He was light. Agon held him. He rubbed his shoulder, with his thumb, as Hiruma slept against him, tired. He woke. His eyes looked up, looking him in the eye, thinning, as he gave Agon a tight-lipped smile, weak. He began to laugh.

"Hm…." he hummed, holding Agon's hand, beginning to rub it, as the two woke, and began to cuddle. Agon kissed his lips, light. Hiruma was tired, from the night before. When the two Made love.

Agon kissed him. The two began to make out, kissing, Heavy, Agon rubbing his ass, Hiruma holding his hand, before breaking away.

They looked at each other.

They began to laugh.

Hiruma got out of bed. Agon looked at his ass as he did, biting his lip, seeing him begin to start breakfast.

Hiruma smirked. Agonne had begun to run out of his pills, recently, He'd have to go back today and get a refill. He called in another prescription order of Celexa, and Paxil. He looked at his Agonne.

Agonne stared off at a wall, His eyes began to fade. It was about that time again, Hiruma figured, looking at him with concern.

This was the first time Agon dealt with a major loss on his medication. Agon hadn't had to deal with loss this severe since his mom died, and even then…

After working so hard… Agon stared, into utter blankness, not getting it. He himself didn't know how he was going to take this.

Hiruma came to his side soon enough after breakfast had been made. Agonne didn't know how much time had passed, or how long he had been there, but Hiruma was beside him, and the covers had been pulled up all the way to his upper chest, exposing him and his arms. He looked at Hiruma.

"My Agonne," Hiruma spoke, smiling sweetly, laughing, almost in a hum, rubbing his thumb underneath Agon's eyelid. His eyes had grown teary. Agon wondered why.

Maybe he was feeling loss.

He didn't know.

He hadn't felt that emotion in a long time.

Agon felt numb. He didn't know how to deal with this, or how to tell Hiruma, how he felt. He tried to speak up, but he didn't feel the need. He just kinda… felt dead, in a way. It felt weird, feeling this way, for Agonne. He didn't get it.

Why he was like this.

Hiruma stared at him. He helped him eat his food, scrambled eggs, Agonne knew, before pulling the spoon away from Agonne's mouth, realizing he was tired. Agonne closed his eyes.

He slept.

That was hard.

Hiruma's lip trembled. He began to cry, silently, into the palms of his hands, before he got up, stiffening his lip, and moved forward, taking a shower.

He got out of it, wearing Agonne's black bomber jacket, matching sports bra and mesh leggings, with black and dark gray Jordan True Flight Men's, looking at Agonne. Agonne had a matching pair of his own. They were sitting in the closet, next to Hiruma's weapons of warfare; bazookas, machine guns…. Hiruma turned away.

Hiruma cried silently to himself, for a while, hiding his face in the palms of his hands, before he looked up, wiping his own, and left the home, going out, for prescription medicine.

Hiruma left a note on the counter, for Agonne, in case he woke up.

Hiruma knew he wouldn't.

Not until Hiruma came back.

Agonne slept. He couldn't describe his dreams. They were dark. He had none. All he did was close his eyes, and sleep, before Hiruma came back, shutting the door, sitting on the edge of his bed. Agon opened his eyes.

This was what loss felt like.

"I've brought your medication," Hiruma said, pulling it out of his bag. It had been two hours, since he had been gone. "My Agonne."

He laughed. Agonne looked at him. Hiruma looked up. Hiruma had been crying. Agonne felt Hiruma reach out, and grab his hand. He knew that Agonne was there. He was just struggling, that was all.

Hiruma hated this.

He hated seeing Agon struggle. He tried not to cry, tears prickling his eyes, but he did anyway, using Agon's hand to wipe them, knowing that's what he would've have wanted.

Agon stared at him.

He closed his eyes once Hiruma gave him his medication, with a glass of water, and watched him fall asleep, combing his dreadlocks, out of the way, from his face.

Hiruma nodded.

Agonne was fast asleep.

Hiruma joined him. He put on his red, adidas hoodie, and came against him, sighing, pulling the covers over his face. He laid against Agonne, putting his head down, against his chest. Tears prickled his eyes. He closed them, falling asleep.

The two slept.

When Hiruma woke, Hiruma felt Agonne's erection against his leg. He looked, up, at his lover, seeing him awake. Hiruma smiled. He rolled up his sleeve, and began jerking Agonne off, grasping ahold of him, his sleeve becoming soaked with semen as his lover dripped, sighing softly, groaning, gasping with each movement made, shutting his eyes.

Hiruma watched Agon come.

He looked up. Agon had shut his eyes. He had fallen asleep. Hiruma laughed, cleaning up after him, grabbing a rag, wiping him down, taking off his hoodie.

Agon was beautiful.

Hiruma looked at him for a long time. Agon's eyes were closed, but when they had been open, and he was awake, they were hazel, and seemed to shift colors, ever changing, throughout the day.

Hiruma got in bed with him. He pulled the covers, over the both of them, and put his head down, resting again.

They slept.

Afternoon came. Agon woke, again. He had been asleep the entire day, but now, he was awake. Hiruma looked at him.

He had gotten on top of him. He had masurbated, with him. Agonne had woken up because of his erection. Hiruma had understood that Agonne needed his help, with these types of things. His love. His care. This cycle.

Hiruma loved him.

He got on top of him. He made love, with him. Agon seeped, against him. Hiruma moaned, feeling the two make love, Agonne groaning, feeling their cockheads stroke against one another, Hiruma pumping the semen out of the both of them, making love.

" Uh…. " Agonne groaned, shutting his eyes, turning his head. " Uh…! "

Agonne groaned. He begun to get louder, groaning, feeling Hiruma move against him, in the ways he wanted.

In the ways he needed.

Hiruma loved him.

Hiruma came. Agonne came, soon after, against him, and sleep bestowed itself upon him, once again, closing his eyes.

He slept.

Hiruma smoothed Agonne's hair back, from his face, and got off of him, beginning to clean them off, looking at his lover. He loved him.

He really did.

Night came. Agonne explored his body, pumping him whole, seeping within him, making love, to him. A lamp lit the room.

" Uh… " Hiruma moaned, arms behind his neck, groaning. " My Agonne… "

He nodded his head. The comforters draped his ass, exposing their love, in the midnight. Hiruma nodded.

They made love.

Morning came. The Second Day, Agonne got up and walked. Hiruma was in the middle of cooking breakfast, when he did. He turned off the stove and watched him, monitoring him, coming over to him as he walked towards the bathroom, holding his stomach, slightly.

His eyes were a little wide. Hiruma stared at him, hand placed against his back, palm heavy, as his lover walked. Hiruma watched as he shut the door, with Hiruma waiting outside, waiting on him to come out, seeing if he needed any help.

Agon came out, He had washed his hands. His eyes were still a little wide, looking at Hiruma, as if almost in a trance, and then, returned to bed, closing his eyes. Hiruma followed him, putting the comforters over him, mid chest, leaving his arms sprawled out, straight, relaxing, above the sheets.

Hiruma cried. He was going to be okay.

He wiped his tears. Breakfast was almost ready. He continued cooking, and watched Agonne, but his lover stayed asleep, still, as he was before. Hiruma breathed.

His lover was going to be okay.

He smiled, weak. Hiruma breathed a little easier, after that. He grabbed his medication, and stood at the foot of Agonne's bed, sitting down. He uncapped the pills as he brought breakfast over too him, Agonne waking, noticing Hiruma was there, and the scent of food.

"It's time to eat," Hiruma said to him, smiling, grinning weakly. He looked up. "My Agonne."

Hiruma wore a navy blue robe. It slipped off of his shoulders, some. Hiruma was so pretty. Agon looked at him. Hiruma smiled, warm.

He was so beautiful.

Hiruma spoon fed Agon udon, breakfast, in the morning. It was still early, around 10 am. Hiruma looked at him.

He was so beautiful, to Hiruma.

Hiruma smiled, warmly, looking at his Agonne. He was so pretty. Hiruma rubbed Agonne's face with his thumb, beneath his eyelid, scratching his cheek some with his nail, smiling, warmly, at his lover, while Agon ate, slurping the noodles, from Hiruma's black chopsticks, eating.

Hiruma laughed.

Hiruma got on top of Agonne. He shrugged of his robe, tossing it on the floor, and made love with him, feeling his love move inside of his body, his hands trailing Hiruma's waist, Hiruma grabbing them, knowing Agon wanted them to feel, there.

" Uh… " Hiruma's eyes rolled into the backs of his head. " My Agonne… " He breathed, feeling Agonne rub him, there, along his naked spine. " Uh… "

They made love. Hiruma felt Agon move inside of him. He moaned, Agonne had been more reactive, today, and had shown more action, towards Hiruma, today. Hiruma moaned, quick. He was startled, feeling Agonne, seep in him, warm.

" Uh…! " Hiruma moaned, quick, breath heavy. " Uh…! " He leaned his head back, mouth opened, wide, teeth exposed, saliva dripping, hands holding Agonne's against his waist, feeling his lover moving inside of him, moaning. " Uh…! "

Hiruma continued to hold his hands. He squeezed them, tight, around his waist, as the two of them continued to make love, together, underneath the sheets.

Hiruma moaned. Hiruma felt no better pleasure in the world, than having his man seep within him, love, and the thrill of the game, victory. Hiruma knew he had no better place of love than with Agon, when he made love to him, and his lover seeped with his body.

" Uh…! " Hiruma whined, squeezing Agonne's hands, tight, feeling Agonne pump within him, once, strong, causing Hiruma too moan, loud, calling out Agonne's name. " Oh, My Agonne…! "

Agonne made love to him, his palms ran down Hiruma's sides, Hiruma holding him, grabbing him tight, moaning.

Hiruma cried out.

They rested. Hiruma laid against him, his head laying upon his chest, stroking Agon's arms, soft, complete, rubbing him.

He slept.

Agon felt Hiruma's fingers scape his hair as his love combed it, rubbing down from his scalp, sleeping with him. Hiruma breathed.

Agon felt Hiruma sleep.

He looked down, eyes wide, looking down at his love, holding his hand. Hiruma held his, rubbing his in his sleep, scratching his wrist slightly with his claws, stroking him. He slept.

Agon stared. Hiruma was beautiful. Agon stared at him. Hiruma continued to rub him in his sleep, stroking his hand down Agon's shoulder, treading from his elbow, then holding his hand, again, making sure Agon was okay.

Agon was okay. He just needed to take his medication. Hiruma got up and got it for him after half an hour passed, getting out of bed, putting on a black silk robe, embroidered with golden dragon designs, and came next to him, kissing him, for awhile.

They made out. Hiruma grasped his cheek, making out with him, placing his tongue within his mouth, scratching his chin with his nails, kissing him.

He broke away.

Agon's golden eyes looked him in his own. Hiruma kissed his bottom lip, again, staring at him, looking up, before kissing his neck, rubbing his shoulder.

They made out. Hiruma got up during it and changed into a comfortable, more lax, look, Agon's t-shirt. It was gray. Agon watched him bend over and put on black panty lingerie, coming against him. The two continued to make out, Hiruma next to him, Agon grabbing his ass, Hiruma's fingers meeting him there, rubbing him.

Unsui called around 2 hours later. Agon and Hiruma were making love. Hiruma had changed into his golden dragon embroidered black robe, fucking him from the side, lifting his thigh, holding him, nose deep within the crook of his neck, Hiruma leaning his head back against him, moaning.

Hiruma picked up the phone when they were done, Agon resting against him, rubbing his stomach, head still against his neck, resting underneath the covers. Agon rested.

Hiruma picked up the phone, "Hello…?" He drawled out, into the phone, grinning, feeling Agon kiss his neck, Hiruma licking him behind his ear, kissing him. He laughed. He continued to kiss him, cuddling with him, kissing him behind his ear, licking him, dragging his skin with his teeth, whispering naughty things in his ear.

Unsui asked how his brother was doing. "How's Agon…?" Unsui asked on the other end of the line, Hiruma hearing him. He turned over to the black phone held loosely in his hands. Hiruma stilled. Agon still rested against his neck.

"He's fine," Hiruma told him, rubbing his palm against the back of Agon's hand against his stomach, stroking him, there. He held him. Hiruma remained silent.

"How'd he take… the loss…?" Unsui asked him, on the other end, silence falling between the both of them. Hiruma looked at Agon. Saliva dripped from his lip. He wiped it with his thumb.

"Are you and your dad in town…?" Hiruma asked him. "He's going to need all the support he can get."

Unsui remained silent. "What about… his medication?" he asked him. "When'd he'd… take it? Is it working….? For him?"

"Mhm." Hiruma nodded, eyes slanted, eyelashes long. He looked at Agonne. He wiped saliva from his lip, again. "You can come by and visit tomorrow. He'll be okay, by then."

"Hiruma." Unsui began to say. "How's… my brother?"

His lip trembled. Hiruma could tell Unsui was crying. Hiruma's eyes teared up, looking at Agon. He knew his Agonne would be okay, but… This was tough.

"He's fine." Hiruma lied. He hung up the phone, and sat there, in silence, for awhile, letting Agon lay his head on his neck, rubbing his stomach, wondering if he was going to be okay. Hiruma knotted their fingers together.

"I know, my Agonne," He began to say, tears prickling his eyes, lip wobbling. He began to cry. Agonne put his head upon him, among his chest, listening to Hiruma begin to cry, turning over on his side, against him, facing his lover. He sobbed.

" I just wanted to win! " Hiruma cried out to him, hands bawled within his own palms, crying, into Agon. Agon cradled him. He did what he could. "I just… wanted to win. " Hiruma's voice grew soft. "We have worked so hard… my Agonne," Hiruma sniffled. "We have… worked so hard." Hiruma lip wobbled. He looked away. "And my Agonne is in so much pain. "

He began to cry, long, drawing the words from the end, tearing up. He sobbed against Agon, Agon holding his sides, staring, unsure of what to do.

Hiruma called Unsui. Agonne had been fast to sleep. It had started to rain, outside, a while ago. Agonne had fallen asleep next to it.

Hiruma held his hand, squeezing it, within Agon's sleep. Hiruma waited, silently, resting his head, waiting for Unsui to pick up, closing his eyes.

Unsui did.

"Hello…?" His father's voice came in on the other end of the line. "Kikiki… Who is this?"

"Fucking Dad," Hiruma called out, quick. "I need fucking visitors, by this time tomorrow, where is your son, Unsui—"

"Hiruma-kun…?" His father called out. "Is that… you….?"

Hiruma stilled. He knew he was panicking, but, he also knew that Agonne would be okay, if he had people around him, tomorrow. Agonne needed people to help uplift him. It was one of the many things Hiruma had took for granted, in understanding Agon, but being more with him, helped him understand that the more Agonne got introduced back into natural life, the better. The sooner, the better.

Hiruma gulped.

He calmed down. "Old geezer," he said, continuing. "Where is Unsui?"

"He's sleeping, right now," His father told him. He looked away, off in the distance. "Is something… wrong?"

Hiruma told him. His father sat and listened. He leaned on the counter, and listened to Hiruma's case.

"You must be worried…" he said to him. "Hiruma."

Hiruma remained silent. Never had he explained anything as raw and open as this to anyone before, except Agonne, but he knew, if his Agonne was going to get better, he would do whatever he needed to do to make that happen.

He had never felt raw compassion from someone like this, before, either, except for Agon, as Agon's dad had showed him, that evening.

He had never had a dad, before.

He wondered if this what it was like.

"Do you need… Agon to come stay with us… for a little while?" His dad told Hiruma. Hiruma looked at Agon. He squirmed with him, within his sleep. Hiruma smiled. "While you get yourself together?"

"No," Hiruma answered, immediate. He looked at Agonne's face. He was beautiful. He was going to be okay. Hiruma was just concerned. He breathed. "I just need people to be around him, as soon as possible. Tomorrow, should be, okay. We'll be ready, by then."

Agon's dad smiled. "It'll be okay, Hiruma." he said to him. "Agon will be okay. He's always been on his own, for these types, of things, so I think… having someone there, will be good for him." His father paused. "You've been a good boyfriend to him, Hiruma. This past year…. Agon has grown. He's changed. I haven't seen this little boy of him in a long time. I haven't seen him like this… since his mom, was here. Seeing him like that, at the game yesterday, made me happy." His father paused again, tearing up. "It made me really happy, seeing Agon happy."

Hiruma stilled. His father was confessing this to Hiruma because why…? Hiruma stilled. He didn't understand, these things, and was never good with emotion, but he let these words exchanged settle, deep within his heart. He smiled.

"Agon always bragged to me, about you," His father started to say, beginning to laugh, holding his stomach. In that way, he reminded him of Unsui. "He always came home…. Pissed off, kikiki…. Because of some damn demon." His father began to laugh. Hiruma smiled, easily. "I just never figured it was you!"

They shared a laugh. Hiruma nestled his fingers within Agon's, holding him. Agon's dad shared heartfelt stories with Hiruma when Agon was a little boy, and when he would cause trouble, and had to help Unsui get his head out of a fishbowl, stuck. Hiruma laughed. He stared off into the distance, thinking of his love for Agon, putting his head down, resting. His father stopped talking when he realized the other end had grown quiet.

Hiruma had fallen asleep.

He smiled. He hung up the phone, letting the demon sleep, hearing the two of them rest. It had grown brighter, outside.

It had stopped raining.

The sun showed through. On the Third Day, Ikkyu, Taka, Yamato, and Unsui came by. It was nothing but close friends and family. Hiruma had met them on his way back from getting groceries and checking the mail, when he met them outside, with Unsui waving.

"Sorry," he said, bashful. "They were on the way to practice when they heard about Agon, and figured they'd stop by with me. Haha…"

Unsui rubbed the back of his head. Hiruma held his bag of groceries. He grinnned.

"C'mon," he said, "Fucking Chickens."

Hiruma lead the way. If anyone thought about it, this was everyone's first time really visiting the demon's lair, known as Agon and Hiruma's Apartment. Hiruma smirked.

"If you speak to anyone about this," He told them, going up the stairs of their apartment complex. It was Luxury Housing. "I'll have to shoot you,"

His eyes grew comically wide. Ikkyu subsided. He thought about Agon. Agon and him never witnessed or experienced many major losses, so when one of them happened, it was hard to deal with. Hard to… take in. He understood where Agon was coming from.

Why it would be hard to accept this loss.

They were Geniuses. They could do better than that. Maybe it was easier for Hiruma to deal with loss because he had experienced it so many times at Deimon, but now… He looked at him. Hiruma gave no face of worry, or no face of sadness, and as usual, it was the same, comedic, grin, but…. He wondered if it was okay, for anybody.

Hiruma unlocked the doors to their private Suite Apartment Penthouse, digging them out of his back pockets, unlocking the doors.

They walked in. Hiruma brought friends, Agonne saw, looking at them walk over to his bedside, saying hello. He saw Unsui. He noticed Yamato and Taka. He looked at Ikkyu.

He was here too, huh?

Agon looked. Hiruma set down their groceries. He pulled a couple chairs to his bedside from the kitchen table and sat down with everyone, grinning warmly.

"Hello, my Agonne," Hiruma greeted him, with a smile. "I've brought nakama ." He leaned over, and laughed warmly. He gave him a long kiss, holding his hand, squeezing it tightly when he felt Agon, pulling away.

Hiruma sat down. He stared. Hiruma had brought friends, and family. For him. Agon listened to their stories of what they had done, after the Rice Bowl; Ikkyu, with no school, finding it better to practice by himself, lonely, without practice—a broken rib, which would take two months to heal; Taka, reading books, starting on a great Classic called The Carnivorous Lamb ; Yamato, being unable to practice without Agon and Hiruma, had been going to class, getting picked up by many women, despite Taka's resilience. It had been because of his declaration of war against Eyeshield 21—

Claiming his Original Title.

Agon stared. He smiled some, when everyone exchanged stories of what they were doing after the Rice Bowl, Unsui training, and stared when everyone was caught up in deep discussion, about debatable players, and looked at Hiruma, his lover, when his lover listened in on keen conversation, with keen intent, enjoying the debates, quiet.

He held Agonne's hand.

His glasses were off his face. It was rare, for anyone, to see his eyes. It was weird, for Ikkyu. It had to be the first time anyone besides Hiruma had seen his eyes.

They matched the sunlight of the room.

Hiruma looked at his lover. He saw him smile, slightly, when he wanted to engage in conversation, enjoying Unsui's stories of hardcore training, or when he stared, listening, enjoying the conversation to be made.

He was feeling better.

Agonne's eyes were a light golden, today. They matched the room, almost looking translucent, in broad daylight. Hiruma rubbed his hand. He'd probably take a bath with him later, as Agon enjoyed Hiruma's company, and was comfortable, around him.

Hiruma made out with him when everyone left. Hiruma wore a dark red turtleneck sweater and black leather pants, laying atop of Agon, his hands strumming his back, beneath his sweater, touching his skin.

Hiruma broke away. He sat up. Agon rubbed his spine, hand down his sides, stroking him. They laughed. Hiruma kissed him, again. The room was dark. The bathroom light was on. Hiruma looked, towards it.

"C'mon, my Agonne," Hiruma said to him, smiling, grasping his hand. "It's time for your bath."

Hiruma helped Agon out of bed. His lover hunched over, clutching his stomach slightly, with his hand. He didn't feel good. He mentally didn't feel, okay. He looked at Hiruma.

Hiruma had a dark look in his eye. His eyes were dark, but despite that, he smiled, warm. Agon could see tears glistening on the corners of his eyes, but, despite that, he continued to walk forward, with Agon.

He set the bath. He propped Agon against him, when the two joined together in the water. Agon rested his head against Hiruma's chest. He closed his eyes.

He slept.

Hiruma cried. He began to sob, covering his face with his hands, Agon against him, in the bath water. This was hard.

He cried. Hiruma cried for a long time. He thought about them winning, how Agonne and him had worked so hard; how they had sacrificed so much. Hiruma thought about all those things. Hiruma thought about the love the two made.

Hiruma began to tie up Agonne's hair, washing it, pulling it back into a ponytail, wrapping a couple dreadlocks around them all, keeping them out of his face.

"My Agonne," Hiruma said to him, looking down. Tears glistened his eyes. "Please get better. You must, for me."

Hiruma cried. A tear fell out of his eye. It landed on Agonne's face, below his eye. Hiruma wiped it with his thumb. Agonne was beautiful.

He was sleeping now, but Agonne was beautiful. His eyes were amber. And against his dark skin, Agonne's contrast was amazing. Hiruma smiled. Agonne was going to be okay.

Hiruma wiped his tears.

They got ready for bed. Hiruma put on a black robe, tying it around his waist, coming against Agonne in bed.

He rested against him. He closed his eyes. Agonne breathed.

"Hiruma," Agonne spoke, against him. Hiruma breathed. He held Agonne's hand, rubbing it, against his stomach, beneath his robe. It had been a long time, since Hiruma had heard from his Agon. "I… will be okay. All I need… is just rest,"

Agonne laid against his neck. Hiruma nodded, feeling him collapse. He got it. He understood. All Agonne needed… was just rest. Hiruma smiled.

"Okay," he kissed his hand. "My Agonne."

Hiruma smiled.

He closed his eyes.

They slept.

On the Fourth Day, Agonne was more talkative. He smiled, and began to laugh more, opening up his mouth, calling Hiruma's name.

He fed him his medication. Hiruma made sure Agonne took all of it. His hair was tied back. By the Fifth Day, Agonne had returned to his usual self, and even had a conversation with Unsui, about it.

"Yeah," Agonne, said, on the phone, "I'm feeling better…" He nodded a couple times, listening to his brother talk. "Mhm… Yeah… Mhm…"

Agon looked at Hiruma. He was making them breakfast, on the stove. Agon was still a little shaky, but, he was feeling better.

Agon thought about it. He didn't want to be there, again. He didn't want to concern Hiruma like that, again, but he knew it was out of his control. He couldn't help it. This loss was major. Hiruma and him had worked so hard. He remembered Hiruma crying to him on the Second Day, how bad he had wanted them to win.

Agonne wanted them to win, too. He had put their all into it, but, he also understood. There was always Next Year. Agon wouldn't stop this year. There were Two Years Left. He was in his Second Year, approaching his Third, in a couple months. This semester was about to end, approaching December. Agon looked at Hiruma.

"I'll call you back…" He told Unsui, hanging up the phone. Agon felt better, but, he was still weak. He looked at Hiruma. "Hiruma…"

Hiruma looked up. He stopped chopping vegetables for their nikujaga later. They were going to eat that, for dinner. Hiruma came near him.

He sat next to Agon. He rubbed his shoulder, stroking him. He kissed him. Agon had tears in his eyes. Hiruma wiped them.

"I'm thinking…. About taking… next semester off," Agon told him, confessing, sitting up in bed. "Hiruma."

Hiruma nodded. "That's okay," he said, "My Agonne."

Hiruma understood why Agonne had made this decision. Hiruma respected him, for that. It was a hard loss. All Agon needed now was rest.

Hiruma wiped his tears. Hiruma tucked Agon into his neck as his lover leaned into him, and cried silently. They had worked so hard. Agon had gone into a Mental Hospital multiple times, for this. Their dream was real. Agon cried.

Hiruma held him. He rubbed him. He understood Agon's pain. That pain he felt. He felt crushed. He felt more than that.

He felt hurt.

Ago loved Hiruma. He loved him. He really did. Hiruma held him, rocking him back and forth, hugging him. He held him.

Hiruma let him sleep against him, calming down. Agon needed to take a semester off. Hiruma understood. This wouldn't interfere with any of his classes, and he was already off from them from his Excused Absence.

"Do you need… to take, a Medical Leave of Absence?" Hiruma asked him. "My Agonne."

Agonne nodded into him. Hiruma breathed. He felt him, against him. He held him. He nodded.

"Okay," he said, pulling away. He looked up at him. He rubbed his shoulder, stroking his skin, there, smiling. Hiruma laughed. "Hmm…"

He laughed, warmly. Agon smiled, looking up at him. Agon was so thankful, he had a partner, like Hiruma. He laughed. He held Hiruma's hand.

They made love. Agon laid Hiruma on his back, stroking his leg, spreading his thighs, coming over him. He ran his palm down Hiruma's sides, lifting his robe some, from his legs. Hiruma looked at him. He let him play with him, watching him, feeling him caress his thighs. Hiruma felt his palms down his skin.

He began to kiss him. "Agon…" Hiruma nodded, feeling him suck on him, between his thighs, licking him. Agon stretched his tongue out, and let Hiruma feel his barbell, licking against his leg, eyes light.

"Agonne…" Hiruma nodded, again, letting Agon dip his head between his thighs, licking him, in between. Agonne rubbed him. His palms ran down the sides of his legs, stroking him, rubbing him. Hiruma nodded. His lips parted.

"Yes…" Hiruma moaned, leaning his head back, gasping. Agon continued to kiss him, down on his skin, touching him. " Uhh… Yes…. my Agonne… Uh… Yes…! "

Hiruma nodded. Agonne moved between him, rubbing his thighs, stroking him, letting Agon prop his legs up, rubbing his smooth skin, kissing his legs, behind his knees, sucking on them.

" Uh… " Hiruma moved his legs in accordance to Agon's movements, feeling his lover in between him, holding his legs, kissing him, by his ankles. He rubbed him. He licked his foot, sucking on his toes, pulling them into his mouth. " Uhuh…. "

Hiruma leaned his head back. He let Agon do him, touching his asshole, enticing Hiruma, there, pressing his fingers against him, rubbing him, there.

Hiruma's eyes rolled, letting Agon finger him, with two of his own, lathering his ass with semen, from him, watching Hiruma groan, being done rough, gasping.

" Uh… " Hiruma nodded, " Agonne… "

Agonne pulled his fingers from him. Hiruma groaned, nodding, breath hot, on his back, legs spread, ready for Agon to come in between.

Agonne dropped his leg, rubbing his thigh, some, and came in between. Hiruma laid on his back, letting Agon come between him, moving his body, spreading his legs, propping them against his shoulders, moaning. His earrings clanked together, with each motion. Hiruma moaned.

He shut his eyes, leaning his head back, against the pillows, letting the two make love, feeling them connect, as they seeped against each other, within one another.

" Yes… " Hiruma said, growing louder. " Yes…! My Agonne…! Yes! "

Hiruma moaned. He sighed. Agonne was coming in him, stronger. Hiruma began to whine. " Huh…. " he cried out, a tear dripping from his face. " Huh…! "

Hiruma cried out. Saliva dripped from his gums. Agon came against him, breathing hard, moaning.

" Yes! " He cried out. " Yes! "

Agonne heard Hiruma beg. He heard him moan. They were making love. Agon gripped Hiruma's thigh near him, gathering more room, within him. Hiruma cried.

" Uh…! " He whined. Hiruma continued to whine, loud, small, and long. " Uh—! "

Hiruma came. Agon felt it against him. He felt Hiruma's warmth seep along his stomach, against his body, warming him. Hiruma shivered. He felt Agonne cream within him.

" Uh… " He moaned, "My Agonne…" His claws scraped against his back as Agon came within him, more, digging into his skin. Agon nodded.

" Uh… " He moaned. Agon felt so good, to Hiruma. Agon was making love to him, and his body. He stroked his legs with his hands, reaching back, feeling him.

Agon kissed his neck. He came within him, spilling, Hiruma shivering, nails digging into his back, marking him, nodding. Agon continued to pump him.

" Yes… " Hiruma nodded his head, holding him against him, feeling him stroke his member, pumping Hiruma, riding his impulses out within him. " Yes… "

Hiruma nodded. He held him, rubbing his back. Agonne was strong. His muscles bulged. Hiruma looked at him. He kissed him, beginning to make out, touching his lips with his fingers, nodding. Agon looked at him, breaking away.

They stared at each other for a long time. Hiruma nodded, feeling his body being moved, by Agon. He let him. He let him rest him back down on his back, laying above him, touching him, stroking him. Hiruma nodded. He stroked the side of Agonne's face with his hand.

He came.

Agon rested against Hiruma after they were done, making love. He rested against him, on his side, stroking him, there, looking at him, on his own, rubbing his lover beneath his robe, watching him on the phone, stroking his stomach. Hiruma held a phone. Agon watched him. Hiruma grinned.

"My Agonne," He said, turning away from the phone, "You've just been offered a Heisman."

Hiruma grinned. Agon began to laugh.

"Ah?" Agonne said. He grinned. "The hell is a Heisman?"

A Heisman was the most valued award offered to the most prestiged of Athletes in the College NFL. Agon had just been offered the trophy.

The Heisman Trophy.

Hiruma grinned. They had deserved it. He got Agon ready. Agonne didn't even know what it was. They had offered it to him after him concluding his performance in the Rice Bowl, overall. This was the first time a Japanese player from the College League was being offered a Heisman.

The First.

Agon looked. He was dressed up in his tuxedo, dreads out, long, looking at himself in the mirror. Hiruma stood next to him. He was dressed up in a Tuxedo of his own. He couldn't stop grinning. Agon laughed.

"Stop it, trash," he said, looking at him, in the mirror beside him in their 5-star Hotel Suite. He grinned. "Before I smack your ass again."

The two of them laughed. Hiruma laughed, harder. "Do it!" he begged, loud. He hugged his stomach. "I'll like it!"

Agon laughed. He chased him around the hotel suite, reaching to grab him, "Damn trash…!" he said, chasing him around the large King Bed that they were going to share once they got back from the Banquet honoring Agon with his award. "Kukuku…!"

Agon was feeling better. He stood. Hiruma stood against him. He combed one of his dreadlocks out of his face, and kissed him. Agon made out with him. He pulled him away, once looking Hiruma, in his eyes.

" Aishiteru ," Agon told him, eyes golden, Hiruma's wide, "Hiruma."

Agon spoke his acceptance speech once offered the golden Heisman trophy award on stage. Hiruma watched him, from a table, shared by many formidable athletes in the game, including College NFL stars.

"I want to thank Hiruma," Agon told everyone at the podium, speaking in English, on the microphone, looking at him. He held his award. "My Trash, for being along with me, on this journey."

Everyone chuckled at that, hearing Agon's nickname, for Hiruma. Hiruma only grinned, smiling.

"After much humping, I'm honored to accept an award, that I can share with my trash," Agon looked at Hiruma grinning, "And we humbly accept this award. Me, him, and his fine ass accept this award, on the behalf of all of us. Thank you."

Everyone laughed, clapping. Hiruma had tears glistening at the ends of his eyes. Hiruma didn't tell Agon he was close to crying, and Agon didn't tell Hiruma he had almost seen it. All he did was come near him and give him a long kiss once walking back over to their table with a round of applause, grabbing him, holding his ass, kissing him.

They made love when they got home. Hiruma let Agon lay him on his back, across the bedspread, touching him, stroking his thighs in a white robe, grinning.

"Agonne," Hiruma said to him, grinning. "I'm so happy."

Agonne wore a white robe as well. He stroked his legs, feeling him, as Hiruma laid flat on his back, with his legs crossed, grinning. 'Yeah," he said. "Me too,"

He kissed him. He leaned forward and brushed his hair back, joining their lips with his own, smiling. He began to laugh.

He pulled away. "C'mon," he said, nodding off towards the bath. Agon had prepared it with green tea leaves, before they left. "Let's go make some love."

Hiruma nodded. He joined Agon's hand with his and got up. Agon lead him towards the bathroom. Hiruma followed, dropping his robe, closing the bathroom door behind them.

They made Love.