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Hiruma\'s moments	By : TheFelnore Category: +. to F > Eyeshield 21 Views: 3095 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A/N: one more one-shot is here! Woohoo. The idea for it just popped in my head one evening and no matter what I did it refused to leave. So, out of all drabbles/one-shots this one is the first to be AU, Sci-fi...

I hope I got Yamato's (for those of you that don't remember who he is: the real Eyeshield 21, in manga: Christmas Bowl, match with Teikoku Alexanders) personality right. He's shown as kind, polite, well-mannered and honest person, confident in his abilities. Let's not forget that he's as strong as a bull. Truth be told, I thought about that pairing when I read the chapter where Yamato tackled Hiruma: both flying, Yamato holding him in the air. Am I a pervert? Yes, I guessed as much :D

In this chapter, I used Alexandria in stead of Alexanders - it fits my needs better.

Warnings: a lot of 'Hiruma-language' and I mean A LOT. M-rating here, folks! Tehehe XD

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YAMATO TAKERU.

A slender blonde man of middle height stood in front of a holographic screen that showed a huge warship, listening to the message for the second time. He was pissed, but his genius mind worked non-stop, trying to find a way out of the dangerous situation he and his crew got in. And they didn't even do anything that could warrant such a reaction. No, well, of course they conducted illegal business half of the time, but they shouldn't have been known in this particular area of the Universe, much less in the current Galaxy.

Long story short, they were smugglers under the cover of delivery agency. Now, when the times were tight and police control was much stricter than mere two years ago, they had to be extra careful, taking on more legal requests. Their small starship 'Devil Bat' and even smaller crew had struggled through so many seemingly hopeless situations, that it would suck to be shot to pieces when they had nothing to hide and all the papers were in perfect order.

Kobayakawa Sena, the captain's right hand man, looked with huge brown eyes worriedly at the silent blonde - someone he came to admire with time. If it weren't for the man they would be dead a hundred times over a long time ago. He always managed to find even a 0.0001% chance to slip away from any kind of situation. Everyone on the ship waited and watched their captain.

Hiruma Yoichi, the said captain, felt expectant gazes on him, but he gave them no heed. It seemed as though this time karma decided to bite him in the ass, making the circumstances they happened to be in impossible to avoid. This time, no matter how much he racked his poor, tired brain, the only conclusion he came to was 0% chance for escape.

Prior to the confrontation with the Alexandria fleet, they had spent days trying to shake off Hakushu bounty hunters and their ship desperately needed repairs. So jumping through hyperspace wasn't an option and opening fire would be pure suicide. They were surrounded by at least a dozen of warships, each of which could turn them into dust with just one shot.

The message started playing for the third time.

"To attention of the Captain of 'Devil Bat', Hiruma Yoichi. The Commander of the Alexandria fleet, the Captain of 'Caesar' Yamato Takeru speaking. Your ship is surrounded and sighted at. Hiruma Yoichi, you are on the criminal wanted list in Alexandria Galaxy. I give you two options: either you surrender, board our ship and then we let your crew leave intact, or we will open fire. You have 30 universal minutes to contact us if you decide to choose the first option. Upon expiry of given time we will open fire. We are waiting on stand by."

The blonde glanced at the countdown - they had ten minutes left. He cursed inwardly: he hated to lose. Were he alone, he might have tried to get away even with 0% chance and, most probably, die, but he had a crew to think about. Most guys on his team were younger than him and had just started grasping the ropes of piloting and maintaining the ship. They were so scared in the beginning, that he had long ago lost count of times they puked their guts out from pure stress and fear. Pussies. Now though, they were starting to like that type of life, having fun along the way.

Chuckling, Hiruma reached to the control panel, opening the communication channel.

"Hiruma Yoichi to Yamato Takeru. Send the fucking capsule, you shithead."

The reply came almost immediately.

"I am glad you chose wise, Hiruma Yoichi. The capsule is being sent right away. Though I have to say, you are being quite rude. Not that I mind."

The amused light laugh that came in the end of the message grated on the blonde's nerves.

"Fucking moron on a fucking high horse. Tch."

Turning around, Hiruma inwardly groaned at the expressions on the crew's faces. Sena looked ready to cry, while Musashi had a thundercloud hanging over his head. Others looked simply scared.

"Clear wax from your ears and listen here, idiots. As soon as the fucking capsule with me in it leaves, you get your asses into gear and disappear form here. Fucking shrimp, you're taking my post and don't forget to listen to the fucking geezer - he knows more than you do and has experience. What you do after is your choice: either disband the crew or continue. I don't care."

"B-but Hiruma-san! What about you? I mean, we can't just leave you like that! What if they kill you!"

The blonde chuckled and for the first time since they had met each other, ruffled the future captain's hair. The boy was barely 18 and a scaredy-cat, but with a good heart and reflexes. Though at Sena's age Hiruma had already had eight years of experience of traveling through Universe and piloting a ship. What? He was a genius after all.

"Those dolts in Alexandria don't kill criminals. They spout some crap about honor and value of life. So you see, fucking shrimp, as long as I'm alive I can find a way to get away from them. Kekeke they have no idea what they've got themselves into."

At those words everyone perked up. Indeed, they were talking about Hiruma Yoichi, a devilishly cunning man, a brilliant captain and strategist. Encouraged, Sena nodded.

"Alright. I will continue working here and holding your post for you, so that when you come back the ship will be ready for you. Just come back to us alive, Hiruma-san!"

The blonde nodded and heard a beeping signal.

"Tch, so my carriage is here. Open the dock."

His crew didn't need to know that he lied. Alexandria supported death penalties, but they made use of prisoners: they sorted those who had talents in any kind of area from those who hadn't and forced them to work. The rest were given death sentences or sent to other Galaxies for reward. This type of business was one of the main income streams for Alexandria fleet. Also them using all kinds of knowledge they could lay their hands on turned them into one of the strongest Empires.

Taking one last look at the piloting cabin of the ship he bled and fought for, Hiruma turned around and headed to the dock, his posture straight and firm, eyes sharp, mind resting until it got a hold of new information.

...

Through a capsule illuminator Hiruma saw 'Devil Bat' leave. A wave of disappointment and relief washed over him. Latter because his crew was safe for the time being, and former, because he loved his way of life: to have his own ship, the freedom that came with it, planning, commanding and having fun. Thirteen years ago, at the age of ten, Hiruma, for the first time in his life, realized what he really wanted to do, when he illegally got onto a military ship. After that he busted his ass to come to where he was not an hour ago. Shit, all his hard work just flew out the window. All thanks to Yamato fucking Takeru.

...

A few hours ago five men led Hiruma to a white cabin that he still occupied. It was a small space with an uncomfortable bed, small table and a connected bathroom. No doors, no illuminators, nothing. The only door - the one that led outside but one didn't have to be a genius to know it was locked. Hiruma felt like a patient in a loony bin with all the white surrounding him.

Hiruma sat on the bed, leaning back on the wall, hands behind his head and waited. And soon enough, locks on the door whirled and it slid to the side, revealing a handsome young man.

Green calculating eyes slid up and down the figure, taking everything in and drawing out conclusions. The man was definitely taller than the blonde; strong muscled legs clad in tight black pants, black leather military boots with golden laces going up to the calves; broad torso covered by a golden dress shirt with four black stripes starting at the right shoulder and disappearing into low pants at the right hip; leather cord hugged thick neck, an eagle-medallion resting in a hollow above the collarbone. Thick, brown longish wavy locks stylishly framed a slightly tanned handsome face. Chocolate eyes were warm, but sure; full lips smiling.

The blonde smirked.

"So this is Yamato Takeru, the Commander of the Alexandria fleet. What, too pretty to have your pictures published anywhere? Be honored I had spent a whole hour looking for one."

Full lips stretched in a happy smile, brown eyes sparkling with mirth.

"I am really honored you had spent so much time on my humble persona. Though if my guess is correct you had not found one."

"'Humble persona' my ass, I bet you have an ego the size of your crappy Galaxy."

Yamato reacted with a pleasant laugh to the nasty comment, irritating Hiruma, though he didn't let anything show on his face. Information came first, so killing the Commander had to wait until later. He was 100% sure that he would be payed for that in many other Galaxies: Alexandria became way too strong and independent, scaring many. In the underground business there was a high price set on Yamato's head - for years the man had been a very important person for Alexandria.

"You have such an interesting sense of humor, Yoichi! I must admit, in person you look even better than on a digital image."

"Who the hell gave you the right to call me by my first name, eh, fucking wild hair? And stop throwing sparkles at me, it hurts my eyes."

"Sparkles?"

"Yes, 'I'm a goody-two-shoes boy, let's be the bestest of friends!' type of shit."

"You are amazing, Yoichi! Haha I am really glad that we have you now."

The blonde gave Yamato a look that could easily be interpreted as 'Dude, have you finally lost your marbles?' Deciding to ignore the strangely open behavior, Hiruma went straight to business.

"So what am I being accused of?"

Brown eyes immediately sharpened, the tanned face morphing into something serious and stoic, low baritone losing the traces of friendliness. Ho, interesting. Either the man was two-faced, or the change of demeanor came from the habit of commanding anyone and everyone.

"We have a rather long list of your smuggling affairs, a couple of murders and cases of physical harm. I cannot say if our list is full."

Hiruma shrugged. He doubted they had everything on that list. They definitely missed theft, blackmail, forging of documents, illegal weaponry, illegal transportation of people and the murders were more than just a couple. What could he say, being in smuggling business and running away from bounty hunters didn't leave one clean.

"But it's enough shit to give me a death sentence. Let me guess, you're not going to fucking kill me, because you want something. Otherwise you would have blown my fucking ship at first sight."

A smile again. Ugh, the blonde was starting to hate that smile. Despite its supposed warmth, it looked condescending.

"Ah, you are as sharp as I thought you would be. But, please, follow me first and let's have this conversation with a nice dinner."

Uh-huh, he wasn't being asked, he was being told. So his opinion was not much at the moment. Well, he would just have to wait and see. Hiruma got off the bed and followed the Commander. From the information he gathered on the man some time before - a good captain had to know the most dangerous men in the Universe - Yamato had two years over him, making it 25. The young man had taken the title of Commander eight years ago, then simple math makes it a 17 year old Commander of the Alexandria fleet. Who in their right mind makes a teen responsible for thousands of lives?

...

Dinner was served in Yamato's private cabin, making Hiruma tense - it meant the conversation would be highly unpleasant for the blonde and cause a reaction the Commander didn't want his crew to witness. Fucking peachy.

Hiruma sighed as he was led through dimly lit halls to the Captain's cabin. He was forced out of his white-red coverall and given new clothes: black tight pants - military issued for the Alexandria fleet, black dress shirt. The blonde also threw on an emerald green vest, leaving the buttons open. If he had a choice what to wear, he would damn well use it. The boots were also military issued: high with black laces. He almost looked like one of them.

When he entered the cabin, the blonde was greeted with dark red walls, dark furniture and a small table served for two with a bottle of wine. Oh hell no! He wasn't drinking with his enemy/prisoner. Hiruma drank rarely so the effect was always...very much obvious, alcohol lulling him into sleep. So, no.

...

The two men sat at the table eating in silence.

"Talk already, enough with the fucking pleasantries."

Yamato smiled warmly.

"So impatient. But it is quite alright. You deserve to know. You see, your last order to the Hakushu planet was a set up made by me. As were their bounty hunters. You would be surprised to know how much I had to pay for their cooperation. Their job was to force you to come to Alexandria. It was the only safe choice for you, since us looking for you was classified information."

Was it any other man, he would have his jaw hitting the table. But Hiruma was the demon captain, so it would take more than that for him to lose his composure. He sensed something was wrong with the job all along, but couldn't figure out what. There was his answer.

"Kekeke I knew something was going to happen, but you outdid me here, fucking smartass."

The Commander smiled even wider.

"You have impeccable senses, Yoichi! No wonder I couldn't get a hold of you for three years!"

What? Just what the fuck? Hiruma drilled holes in that stylish head.

"If you say that, then you definitely need me for something big. I think you should start fucking explaining. And stop calling me by my name, it's not magical and won't make your three shitty wishes come true."

"Ah so true. But you presence here will. Nobody knows yet, but Alexandria has been in a state of war with Pentagram Galaxy for the past five years. We have troubles keeping up with them. And, no matter how much it pains me to admit it, I can do only so much."

Hiruma cackled, hiding his uneasiness. That was fucking insane!

"Kekeke and this is where I step in. You're forgetting one thing, shit for brains, I'm not a fucking soldier, have never been in military, have never commanded a warship. Tough luck, pretty boy."

Green eyes watched with suspicion, as Yamato grinned.

"Yes, that may be true. Three years ago I heard rumors about a captain so cunning that he managed to outmaneuver and outsmart the best of Captains, Commanders and bounty hunters, so no one knew where to look for him. I was given a name - Hiruma Yoichi. It intrigued me, so I started searching. I had talked to people you had met in person and they claimed as one that you are an evil demon when it comes to strategy and piloting ships.

"I didn't believe my luck when I stumbled upon one interesting military crew. They told me a story about a ten year old boy that snuck onto their ship and before they knew it he learned to pilot it. What is more, he wrote them a course on how to get away from the enemy fleet."

Hiruma swore inwardly, he just knew he had to kill everyone that had even a bit of information about him.

"That doesn't mean shit."

"Oh yes, it does. you will learn everything you need to assist us in war. I strongly believe that for such a genius as yourself it will not be a problem. Also my guess is that one week will be enough time for you."

The blonde watched his captor intently. If he didn't know better, he would have thought it to be a load of bull. But he did know better.

"What's in it for me? I can fucking refuse and your commandeering ass won't be able to do a fucking thing."

"If you agree, we will let your comrades live."

"You fucking bugged our ship, you bastard."

Yamato leaned back in his chair, expression on his face disgustingly satisfied in Hiruma's opinion.

"It feels nice to have smart company for once. And beautiful too."

The blonde's mind reeled.

"Shit. You're a fag."

"Do not be so rude, Yoichi. I prefer the term 'homosexual'. But as I mentioned before you look much better live than on a digital image."

Hiruma wondered how a 25 year old Commander with so much responsibility on his shoulders could look like little kid that got an early Christmas present - the handsome tanned face was so open in the man's happiness.

He had never liked kids.

"So you're holding lives of my fucking crew over my head, huh? In addition, you're gonna be staring at my ass. Fucking perfect working conditions."

The brown-haired man hummed happily, not in the least bit perturbed by the blonde's words.

"I take it you agree?"

"We start tomorrow, fucking wild hair. I'm going back."

"You can sleep here with me."

Hiruma simply flipped the man off over his shoulder on his way to the door.

...

The following week was pure hell for the 'Caesar' crew. And they all as one thought that Hiruma was a demon: he cursed, taunted, ripped their pride to pieces. They had no idea how such an evil and ill-mannered man could be a genius that would help them win the war. Honor was a main principle in the Alexandria fleet, and even more so on the leading warship 'Caesar'. And the blonde laughed at their principles.

Their most valuable shot, Karin, even cried a few times that hellish week, when Hiruma called her 'incompetent bitch', 'useless cannon whore' and many more creative names. Honjou Taka, the Captain's right hand man, didn't understand why Yamato, the noble, respected by the whole Galaxy man, tolerated such behavior, simply smiling from his seat.

On the seventh day they were practicing in the control cabin, Hiruma giving out orders.

"Fucking midget baldy, why the hell are you sitting on your ass? I said we use the fucking route 424!"

"Damn it! I'm working on it!"

"Too fucking slow! Do you even know how to do your damn job?"

Honjou had had enough.

"Hiruma Yoichi, you are a barbarian! You should feel honored to be on 'Caesar' and in the presence of the respected Commander Yamato."

Hiruma turned his glinting green eyes at the incredibly tall young man.

"What was that, fucking girly hair? You said something?"

Taka gritted his teeth, clenching his fists.

"You caveman. Do you not know the meaning of the word 'honor'? Do not show such insolent behavior in front of our noble Commander!"

Hiruma cackled. So someone on the ship had a brain of their own. Nice.

"Of course I know what the word means. But you're forgetting something, dumbass, I'm a smuggler, not an Alexandria pussy. Do you think I fucking want to be here among such whiny little girls as you? It was your 'noble' Commander-sama that sought me out, not the other way around."

Taka was becoming red with anger.

"Even so, your actions and words make me doubt your competence."

"Kekeke really now? Your incompetence as the Second in Command makes me wanna laugh."

It was the first time in his life when Honjou Taka lost his cool. Pulling his fist back, intent on punching the shit out of the insolent smuggler, he rushed forward. A whirring sound and a shiny gun barrel pointed between his eyes stopped him in his tracks. Shocked, he stood watching with wide eyes, as Hiruma calmly held a laser gun in his hand.

"What? Don't tell me you never thought I'd be able to find a gun in this garbage can you call a ship? Let me remind you, doll-face, that I've killed people when I had to. Now, drill a hole in your ears an listen, fucking long hair. I'm the fucking best at what I do. With me you win, without - you're all fucking dead. You need me, but I don't need you, shitheads. That's the only truth here."

Silence settled in control cabin until warm laughter broke it.

"Hahaha Yoichi, you really are something else. I am starting to like you even more!"

In a blink of an eye the gun was tucked away. Where to, no one understood, because tight pants and thin shirt couldn't hide anything, and the blonde had no holster on him.

"Shut up, fucking fag, and stop with the homo comments, or I'll shoot you along with everyone else here. Fucking Pentagram might even thank me for that."

"But Yoichi, I am simply telling the truth."

"I don't fucking care. Listen here, fucking morons. Since I'm forced to work with you, you're listening to every word I say and doing exactly as I say. All questions to your shitty Boss."

That's how the first week ended.

...

"You got any fucking ideas?"

In one of the cabins Hiruma, Yamato and Honjou sat, having a strategy meeting. The brown-haired man leaned back in his chair, watching his blonde captive with interest. He couldn't help himself - his eyes roamed all over the slender body, wishing he could ravish the cunning man right where he sat. Usually, he was patient, but such a close presence of the one he had been wanting ever since he saw the digital image was fueling his desire.

"To be honest, no. No matter what we did the Pentagram seemed to see right through."

Hiruma's eyes took on a calculating gleam.

"You, fucking fag, bugged my ship. Have they told anyone I'm here?"

"Ah, Yoichi, they are keeping it a secret."

"Good. Morons finally got a few working brain cells. Clifford is a smart fucker. If you take him out of the picture, you'll be able to crush them."

"I thought Mr Don was the main problem."

"Kekeke are you stupid or what? Mr Don has muscles but no brains, he's fucking stupid. They made him the Commander only because of his fucking daddy. Clifford is the one behind strategy. You take him down and then all you have to do is have two-three of your most powerful ships to blow Mr Don."

Yamato and Honjou exchanged glances.

"What do you propose then?"

Both men saw slender fingers flex, palms up, dark aura spreading around the blonde. At the moment he looked like a true demon.

"We have power, speed and strategy. We're going into offense - the Demon Explosion. Kekeke take your second most powerful ship and change covering similar to 'Caesar' - we'll fucking have two identical ships. I also need a small shunting ship for me. I'll tell you what to do with it later."

Yamato frowned slightly.

"You do not think I am leaving you alone, do you, Yoichi?"

"Heh, of course not. I doubt you'd leave me alone even if I asked, fucking wild hair. You and I are gonna be on it. All three need to have open connection channel. If that shit for brain Mr Don contacts you, we need to have the opportunity for your fucking Highness to answer. I'll take care of Clifford and his smart ass."

Taka looked doubtful.

"How?"

"Kekeke that fucking long nose just can't resist me."

"What do you mean, Yoichi? Do you know him?"

"We played poker once. I lost but he hates me now, because I fucking read through him and drew back before he could crush me kekeke. That's how we'll fucking know where his holier than thou ass is hiding. Won't tell you more, fucking pussies. Just be prepared to improvise when I fucking tell you to."

...

Everything was calm on the outer rim of Pentagram Galaxy, dozens of warships drifting in space.

One small ship suddenly appeared jumping through hyperspace. At that exact moment all the warships received the same message. On the holographic display a strange-looking man with wild blonde hair and bright green eyes cackled evilly.

"Kekeke Clifford, you owe me another match. Where are you~? Oh! Might it be that your prissy Highness is afraid of little old me? Don't worry, fucking long nose, I'll be gentle kekeke."

On one of the smaller ships another blonde man clenched his fists.

"That insolent brat! Open the connection channel!"

"Hiruma Yoichi, I see you completely lost your mind if you think of going against me. I will teach you a lesson you will never be able to forget."

"Kekeke yes, teach me, Clifford-sensei. If you can that is! Personally I think you've become rusty, fucking long nose, sitting on your ass in that garbage can! Kekeke"

"Insolent brat! Know your place."

A smaller Pentagram ship headed to the lonely one, seemingly the 'Devil Bat'.

"Oh my, so scary~ Wait! You're not gonna blow my ship, are you?"

"Yes, that is exactly what I am going to do. Your 'Devil Bat' cannot get away from me. You can ponder at your stupidity in hell, Hiruma Yoichi."

"Whaaa~t a pity..." the holographic image grinned. "...that it's not 'Devil Bat' you're aiming at. Ciao, fucking long nose!"

The small ship, an exact copy of 'Devil Bat' fired...

Yamato watched from beside the blonde how he played the famous Clifford.

"Fucking cannon idiot! Fry Clifford even if it kills you! Nothing must remain of his fucking ship! Fucking morons! Course 850! Now! If you blow this chance up I will kill your asses!"

The Alexandria fleet appeared on the outer rim of Pentagram only seconds later.

"Hurry up, you fucking imbeciles! Mr Don doesn't know on which of 'Caesars' Yamato should be. Caesar Charge! Now!"

Bright explosions lit the Pentagram Galaxy.

...

"Yoichi, you are a genius! But had you often had to risk your life so much? Clifford could have shot us from his original position."

"I'm a smuggler, fucking fag, of course I risked my life. And that pompous ass wanted me to know who exactly would be the one to kill me. But it had a fucking 50-50% chance of succeeding."

"You did not tell me that."

"Why would I? You were at war, pretty boy, of course you take fucking risks."

The Alexandria fleet was celebrating their victory. Hiruma and Yamato were resting in the latter's private cabin, discussing the last events.

The blonde didn't even have the time to blink as he was suddenly thrown onto soft bed, heavy muscular body pressing into his own.

"Shit! Showing your true colors, fucking fag?"

Hot mouth sucked on the long pale neck.

"You have no idea what you do to me, Yoichi. I have been dreaming about this moment for three years."

Strong hands ripped apart the black shirt, exposing strong, but slender chest, insistent fingers going straight to the pink nipples, twisting and pulling.

"Fuck. I'm not a fag like you, bastard."

The blonde tried pushing the heavy man away, but wasn't strong enough to do so. Upon the first meeting he figured the Alexandria Commander was times stronger than him, but he thought that worshipping their 'honor' - principles would prevent the man from jumping his ass. Apparently, forced sex and honor went together hand in hand for Yamato.

In a blink of an eye his hands were tied by the Commander's belt to the bedpost.

"So what, you're going to fucking rape me?"

The bigger man pushed long shapely legs apart and settled there, chocolate eyes, dark with desire, looked straight into green, a small smile stretching his full lips.

"Oh no, I would never do such a thing. I am merely showing you the pleasant side of homosexuality. You will learn to like it with time."

"And here I thought you wanted me to win the fucking war for you."

Big, warm hands pulled the rest of the clothes off Hiruma, starting to take care of his own.

"Do you remember, Yoichi, when you spoke about three wishes? Victory was my first; this is the second. I told you, your presence here will make them come true."

"Tch. What's the fucking third?"

Green eyes watched the exposed tanned flesh. Well, fuck it. If Hiruma were the romantic type of person, he would have compared Yamato's body to those of Greek Gods'. But since he weren't, he just thought that it was a lot better than even Musashi's - the mechanic of the 'Devil Bat' crew. He saw the man in a towel a few times. And no, he wasn't gay, he could just appreciate something he could never be. Broad shoulders and chest, defined pectorals, washboard abs, strong hands and legs. And did he want to put that cock into him? Seriously? Wouldn't it rip him apart?

Yamato settled back between long pale legs, massaging strong thighs.

"That is a surprise. You will find out later."

The brown-haired man bent down to kiss him hard on the lips. Hiruma didn't struggle. He decided that he could try to enjoy it, lest Yamato raped him if he refused to comply. He didn't need his genius brain to know it would hurt more if he fought back. He wanted his body intact, thank you very much.

The kiss was hard and long, slick tongue roaming freely in the blonde's hot mouth.

Strong hands kneaded his body, slowly inching towards Hiruma's half-hard cock. Taking a hold of it, Yamato started stroking, deepening the kiss even more. The blonde man moaned. Damn, the bastard knew what he was doing.

Full lips left the warm mouth, sliding to the long neck, trailing wet kisses down to one of the nipples and sucking on it. Deft fingers gathered pre-cum from the slender cock and trailed to the tight hole, rubbing there, making Hiruma's breath hitch, and then entered.

In a matter of minutes the blonde felt thick cock pushing in. He let out a low hiss at the unpleasant sting and discomfort. The sensation of something warm, hard and pulsing in his ass was strange. The first thought being that it felt as though his guts would be pushed up to his stomach. Yamato, his dick buried deep inside the tight body, sat back, enjoying the hotness around him, eyes watching his new lover.

"Yoichi, you are so beautiful and sexy. Completely irresistible."

"Shut the hell up, fucking sap."

"Hmm fucking you say? Yes, that I am. I am going to fuck you into that bed."

Hiruma barely had the time to think that it was the firs time he had heard the always composed man curse. For some unexplainable reason it turned him on.

'Shit, that fucking moron is turning me into a fag...damn it all.'

The next thought flew out of his head as Yamato started moving: hard, aggressive and fast, forcing moans and groans out of the pale throat.

Hiruma thought he was going to explode, he had problems breathing. His whole body tensed, something curling in the pit of his stomach and with one more forceful thrust he came.

Yamato pushed into the tightened heat some more, groaning in pleasure, before he spilled deep inside.

The two men lay panting on the bed, the taller of them almost seeing stars and rainbows simultaneously. Grinning, Yamato turned to his new baked lover.

"Despite it being your first time, you are a natural. That was wonderful, Yoichi!"

The blonde glared.

"Untie my hands, you fucking pervert."

The young Commander kissed him swiftly on the mouth, grinning some more.

"You did not think I was through with you, did you? We have the while night ahead of us."

"Fucking horn dog."

Ignoring pain in shoulders and his lower back, Hiruma flexed his muscles, twisted and kneed Yamato in the stomach. A brown brow went up in amusement, a large tanned hand rubbing the hit place.

"That tickled. My, my, I had no idea you were so flexible, my dear Yoichi. We have to make use of that."

With a positively evil glint in those dark brown eyes, the larger man bent the blonde in half, entering him again. Hiruma cursed his luck and, most of all, Yamato and his dick.

...

The next morning found an extremely irate and trying to hide his awful limp Hiruma watching angrily Universal news on the holographic screen.

"The Captain of a new warship of the Alexandria fleet 'Ragnarok', Hiruma Yoichi, planned a brilliant attack and led Alexandria to victory against Pentagram in the war that had been hidden from the world until now. Commander Yamato personally notified us that the new Captain will be under his direct command, being his personal advisor."

The crew in the control cabin sat in silence, watching the screen with wide eyes. Karin, the poor woman, was on the verge of tears. Despite her excellent performance the blonde still called her many mean names, almost shattering her nerves.

Honjou Taka felt like he had been hit with a mallet over the head. Just how were they supposed to work with the evil man? He might have proven himself as a genius, but being right under Yamato and promoted to Captain, no less...Everyone else's thoughts ran along the same lines, pitying themselves.

Only Yamato smiled happily.

"Is it not nice? It is going to be lively in the fleet from now on."

Hiruma finally turned to him, literally emitting killer aura.

"What the hell, fucking idiot? I'm a smuggler for fuck's sake, not a military dog!"

The brown-haired man didn't seem to hear him.

"I will also be leaving 'Caesar' to Taka and moving with you to 'Ragnarok'. That was my third wish, Yoichi - for you to be here. With me. Besides, you have nowhere to run now."

Then his eyes lit up.

"Oh! There is another surprise waiting for you! Let them in!"

Hiruma, seething with anger, watched as the door slid open and, surrounded by a dozen armed men, came in the shocked crew of 'Devil Bat'.

"Hiruma-san!"

"Hiruma!"

"Hiruma-senpai!"

"Monsieur Hiruma!"

The blonde would have thought he was hallucinating. But no, his mind was too sharp for that.

"The fuck is going on here?"

Yamato came up to stand behind his lover.

"While we fought Pentagram those kids snuck into Alexandria, but were found out and held in prison, waiting for my return."

"Are you, idiots, stupid or what? I told you to disappear!"

Musashi put a soothing hand on Sena's shoulder, who started panicking at the sight of their very pissed captain.

"When you left, we decided to research Alexandria and their customs, policy towards prisoners. You lied to us, Hiruma, they have death penalties. So...we became worried."

Hiruma started charging at his mechanic, but two strong arms held him tightly around the slender waist. Oh how he wanted to punch in Musashi's unshaved face!

To the 'Devil Bat' crew it seemed like the man towering over the blonde could break him in half - he looked so strong, emitting powerful waves.

"You useless fuckers! Do you have a brain of your own or not? If they wanted to kill me, they would have blown our ship right on the fucking spot! You motherfucking idiots!"

"S-sorry, H-hiruma-san! We were so w-worried that we didn't think about it!"

"Yes, Hiruma-senpai, we were worried MAX!"

"You never think, fucking midgets! I thought you had more brain than that, fucking geezer."

Taka felt a shiver go down his spine. So Hiruma interacted the same way with his own crew.

Yamato saw the way those Musashi and Sena characters were looking at his lover. No, that wouldn't do. He was the one who claimed the blonde. He turned thee slender man around, one arm still gripping his waist, the other going to rest on the firm small ass and...

"Don't you fucking dare!"

...kissed Hiruma hard on the lips. He squeezed the narrow waist tighter until bones groaned under the pressure, to prevent the shorter man from biting him.

Yamato pulled back smiling down at Hiruma.

"Is it not nice to have your crew working on 'Ragnarok', Yoichi? I am sure that way our fleet will be stronger, with you having people you are used to under your command again."

Pale hands pushed at the broad shoulders.

"Are you fucking insane, fucking fag? Get the hell away from me!"

The 'Devil Bat' crew watched stunned as their captain was being claimed and manhandled right before their eyes. Chocolate orbs gleamed with an unspoken warning.

Taka decided that their respected Commander Yamato was insane, tying himself to such a man.

And he mentally slapped himself when his eyes rested on Hiruma's tight butt, admiring it.

Yes, their lives would definitely never be the same again.
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