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Hiruma\'s moments	By : TheFelnore Category: +. to F > Eyeshield 21 Views: 3090 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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KAKEI SHUN 2.

Kakei and Hiruma sat in a nice cafe the next evening after their conversation. The blonde's gun was tucked away some place safe, but the tall Linebacker had no doubts it was there, on his persona. While those who were more or less acquainted with Hiruma knew perfectly well the teen had a weapon or two with him at all times, it always came as a surprise when he wiped it out seemingly out of nowhere.

The blonde leaned back in his chair, sipping a double Americano and watched his...date. He hated that word, it was so sappy, giving him a feeling of being a character in some shitty low-rate romance novel. Hell, he never dated or even thought about it, seeing it simply as a waste of his time and resources.

Kakei took a sip of his hot cocoa.

"Hiruma, what is your goal after we are finished in USA? Are you going to continue playing american football?"

"Kekeke of course. I'm aiming for NFL. The final match against Pentagram will be a ticket to where I want to be."

"Are you so sure we will get into the finals?"

"Tch, I wouldn't have said that if I wasn't, fucking eyes. And don't forget I'm the one in charge of strategy for our fucking team. We'll get there without a doubt. That is, if you, morons, will stop fucking around and move your asses."

The words were spoken with such confidence that Kakei couldn't help but believe the blonde. Besides, there was enough proof of Hiruma's genius. He wondered if the members of Devil Bats always felt that way when listening to their captain.

"You, fucking eyes?"

"Hm, I have always aimed at the professional world of american football."

"Heh, nice."

"Hiruma-san? Kakei-san?"

Both men lifted their eyes to see a stunned Sena standing near their table, eyes wide, holding two cups of take-out coffee.

"Why the hell are you here, fucking shrimp, and not training?"

"Um...I...well, Mamori-neechan and Suzuna-chan wanted some coffee, so..."

"Heh, you're being a goody-two-shoes again? If it influences your performance in USA I'll shoot you with real fucking bullets, got that?"

"Hiiieee!"

"What was that, fucking shrimp?"

"Y-yes, Hiruma-san!...Ehm...w-wha-what are you doing here?"

"None of your fucking business."

"We are having a date."

Sena shifted even wider than per usual eyes to Kakei, looking positively terrified at the prospect of voluntary spending more time with their evil captain. Hiruma drilled burning holes in the tall teen, who simply smirked at the blonde.

In a matter of second, a pretty, shining gun was pointed at Sena's forehead, glinting green eyes holding scared brown ones. Sena swore he saw black aura surrounding his senpai. He gulped.

"Forget what the fucking eyes said. If you spill a word of it to anyone - I will know. And even a good fucking performance in USA won't save you from feeling real pain. Capiche, shitty midget?"

"Y-y-yes, Hiruma-san!"

And with the help of his famous fast legs, Kaboyakawa Sena ran away, cursing his luck.

People in the cafe silently slithered away from the blonde, seeing a gun in his hand. Green eyes ablaze with anger, Hiruma turned to Kakei.

"What the hell?"

The tall man smirked.

"I don't see a reason to hide it. Are you afraid people will know you have human urges?"

Bright blue eyes shone with mischief. Hiruma cursed inwardly. He had always known that one had to be careful around the silent type of people. You never knew what they thought. But serious Kakei being sly was just strange.

"What urges? Don't forget, you damn Eiffel Tower, you're the one that fucking asked me here."

...

After the incident with Sena, Hiruma was so pissed that he didn't notice as time flew by while he bantered with Kakei. In reality the tall teen was nowhere near as serious and stoic as he had led everyone to believe. His manner of speaking was polite, yes, and that made teasing all the more irritating for the blonde. Hiruma was sure no one in Poseidon knew the man was a closet pervert.

So, thanks to all that the evil QB noticed a moment too late that they had entered Kakei's apartment. The moment the door closed behind them, strong long hands pushed Hiruma's slender body against a wall. The blonde had to crane his neck back to be able to look into those bright blue eyes.

"What the fuck do you thi~mph"

Strong hard body pressed into the blonde as Kakei kissed the living daylights out of him. Thinking the tall teen wasn't half bad, Hiruma kissed back. It was hard, long and arousing. The latter was a first for the demon QB, so weighing his options he decided that why not have some fun.

Demanding hands grabbed the small firm ass and lifted the man it belonged to, leaving Hiruma to lock his legs behind the strong narrow waist. A few long strides and they were in the bedroom, Hiruma being dropped onto soft bed. The blonde didn't need to read about gay sex to understand the mechanics. It was as simple as 2x2: men had only one hole.

He didn't have more time to think about it as Kakei took off his shirt, throwing it on the floor, revealing a wide muscled chest and washboard abs. Fucking genetics. He would never be able to have such a body, no matter how hard he tried - it was already trained to its limits.

The bed dipped down under the weight of another person and Kakei straddled slender hips, bending down to kiss the blonde once again.

To the tall Linebacker it was obvious that the object of his desires and affections was inexperienced, but he doubted Hiruma would appreciate him being overly gentle, because it would make him feel like a woman. And every man had his pride, Hiruma even more so.

Long, callused fingers explored the exposed chest, feeling hard muscles ripple under taut skin. Kakei swiftly undid the white shirt, letting his fingers roam over the wiry, pale flesh. He tweaked pink nipples, kissing that long neck, biting it to leave a mark.

"Fuck! Like hell you are leaving marks on me, you bastard."

Not listening to the man under him, the blue eyed teen sucked a bit lower on the neck, hands torturing small nipples. Shifting a bit, he ground his hips into the blonde's, forcing a moaned curse out of Hiruma.

Strong hands danced down the pale torso to the black pants, undoing and pushing down together with underwear in no time. Kakei pulled back, taking Hiruma's pants and boxers with him, leaving a panting blonde only in an open shirt.

Blue eyes took in a picture before him: the demonic man, almost naked, slight pink tint on his cheeks, lay on his bed, breath uneven. Green eyes shone brightly with arousal, slender cock standing proud.

Kakei groaned. He thanked heavens Hiruma didn't know how good and appetizing he looked, otherwise the cunning man could turn it into another weapon of his.

"Beautiful."

"Shut the hell up, fucking pervert. I'm no woman."

"No, you're not and I like it that way."

He swiftly divested himself of the remaining clothes and nestled between long strong legs, gently massaging pale thighs. Hiruma stayed silent, because Kakei was spouting some weird romantic crap and answering anything to that would be extreme stupidity.

The tall teen leaned forward, kissing and nipping sharp hipbones and going lower. He sucked a pink head into his mouth, making the blonde suppress a groan. Kakei took more of the length into his mouth and gently sucked. He had never done it for another man, but seeing Hiruma's face contorted in pleasure and hearing him moan was definitely worth it.

Pulling back, Kakei took his own fingers into his mouth, wetting them and then carefully pushed one into that small tight hole.

"Shit. If I'm not able to walk after that I'm going to kill you, fucking water sprite."

Kakei hummed in agreement: they had important matches in USA, after all.

He took out his fingers and positioned himself, barely suppressing his urge to enter in one swift move.

"You ready?"

Green eyes glared.

"Get the fuck on with it."

The tall Linebacker obliged and pushed forward slowly but steadily, earning a low hiss. He stopped for a few seconds.

"Move, fucking pervert. I ain't made of glass."

And so he moved, increasing the tempo with every few strokes. Neither lasted long, Kakei cumming deep inside the tight body.

As both teens rested in bed, the blue-eyed man gently stroked slender hips, his mind somewhere high up in the clouds. A slightly rasping voice from his side brought him back to earth.

"You tell a fucking word of it to anyone and you're a dead man walking. Got it, fucking horny horse?"

"Yes yes."

Kakei smirked. There were other options how to let everyone know he had claimed the blonde. Right now he wanted to cackle evilly like Hiruma often did. Hmm, perhaps the cunning QB rubbed off on him. Feeling cooling cum on his stomach, courtesy of one gorgeous blonde, he grinned. Well, damn, he was indeed a closet pervert.

...

The next day everyone gathered on a plane to USA. Kakei saw Hiruma shift slightly in his seat in discomfort a row away from him.

"Yoichi, if it hurts you can sit on my lap, it will be more comfortable."

All the sounds died down, many pairs of wide eyes watching the blonde, who gritted his teeth. Amazingly, not even a trace of pink was found on that strange but beautiful face. Kakei heard barely restrained fury as Hiruma answered, hands still flying on the keyboard of his laptop.

"Don't call me by my fucking name, fucking eyes. I promise to make your life a living hell when we get back."

Kakei simply smiled, satisfied, ignoring envious glares. That meant Hiruma's attention would be on him.

A few rows in the back Monta sat blinking.

"Hey, Sena, when have they become such good friends? Kakei-san is so caring to Hiruma-san, and even addressing him so familiarly..."

Sena held his mouth shut, beet red in the face, mindful of Hiruma's threats.
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