They're on the hillside, three perverts out cold by their feet, when Agon shoves Hiruma against a tree. "You let the girl get away," he seethes, grabbing the stiff black collar of Hiruma's uniform. "You made me come all the way up here for nothing."

"You got to beat up these scumbags, didn't ya?" Hiruma simpers. "Anyway how was I supposed to know she'd run off?"

"But she was really pretty! See?!" Agon points, taps, jabs at the rise in his pants.

Hiruma snorts and draws a cellphone out of his pocket. "Then go and fucking jack off, idiot. I gotta take pictures now--" The phone drops from his hand the second time he's shoved against the tree.

"You'll do, trash."

And moments later Agon isn't the only one hard. Hiruma doesn't flinch when he feels Agon's cock rub against his cock, when he looks down and watches Agon's hand wrap around them, slide up and down, fast and hard.

They're furious and cussing at each other when it ends and they're sticky and messy in the chest. But neither one swears they won't do it with each other ever again.

+

It's habit by now. They don't even skip a day.

Hiruma spits out his gum when Agon still grinds against him after they're done for the afternoon. He knows the answer, but he asks as if he didn't know, as if he wasn't taunting for once. "Aren't your chicks fucking enough?"

"Don't get the wrong idea, trash," Agon smirks. "I'm not doing this because I want you." He's undressing them again, and Hiruma is too distracted by the text on his phone to complain.

Later, Hiruma bashes Agon's head with his pistol when Agon, cracking up, shows wisps of blond hair poking out of his fist.

+

Along the back lane, Hiruma rides his bicycle past Agon's window. He doesn't look, doesn't slow down, just carries on his casual, almost offhand pedaling. He even blows his gum into a lazy pink bubble.

Not a second later Agon comes darting from behind him, his dreadlocks whipping against Hiruma's ear.

Hiruma presses the brake lever, but just the same the bike's front wheel stops spinning under Agon's crushing boot. The flashy sunglasses do nothing to hide Agon's wild, widened eyes. "You're a big pain in the ass, you know that?!" he howls.

And then Agon kicks the wheel for good measure, but Hiruma has his feet fixed to the ground that this fails to throw him off his seat. He cackles nonetheless and pops his gum. "I'm six minutes forty-nine seconds late -- big fucking deal."

But Agon is already thirty yards down the street, yelling at him instead of listening. "Move it!"

Hiruma chews his gum and steps on the pedals as soon as Agon rounds the corner. He cusses when his bike wobbles.

+

The dust in the storeroom grows thinner each day, the last nineteen straight days they keep breaking in this deserted little place. They aren't alone anymore, though, if going by the torn ramen cups from the shelf. Must be why the room stinks now.

"What the hell is that smell?!" Agon sniffs, face scrunching up in disgust.

"Rat piss," Hiruma snickers.

"Shitty." But shitty smell or not, Agon decides to stick it out, anyway, shoving down his knee-long cargos and dragging up his wifebeater to bare himself from the chest down.

Hiruma is barely freed of his school uniform when Agon crowds his personal space and rips his underpants off.

"You're too slow, trash," Agon frowns.

"Awfully impatient today, aren't ya, fucking dreads."

"My dick's waited long enough."

Planting a foot between Hiruma's legs, Agon curls his thick hands to clench Hiruma's hips and presses their naked erections together. Hiruma hooks his knee around the bulk of Agon's thigh and rubs himself against Agon, only with less intensity than Agon puts in his thrusts against him. Each grind they make, the pipes overhead squeak quietly in Hiruma's grip.

Agon is breathing more heavily than he usually does, and grunting more loudly than he usually does, and it isn't until Hiruma is nearly lifted off the floor that he sees how Agon is into this more than usual, too.

"What, didn't get any today?" Hiruma leers.

"Shut up and just lemme come," Agon hisses. And before Hiruma can counter, Agon rubs his cock all the harder against Hiruma's.

Hiruma can't hold back a moan, at least not anymore. And Agon snatches that chance to lean in and take Hiruma's mouth in a choppy kiss. They kiss however they can, licking and actually locking lips the few instances they aren't biting and snarling under their breath.

Slowly, Agon slides his hands from Hiruma's hips down to his buttocks, grabbing them, pressing, squeezing. "Geezuz, flat as futon," he scoffs.

"Bet you ten bucks you wanna eat it anyway," Hiruma snickers.

Agon huffs against Hiruma's fangs. "Except I eat pussies."

"Heh, and a million bucks you'll pounce it first chance you get." Hiruma grins at the scowl behind the sunglasses and then rolls his hips harder against Agon.

This makes Agon buck, moan, and drive his forehead into Hiruma's. "I wouldn't fuck trash," he growls, then leaves Hiruma's lips swollen and bleeding after a crude, reckless kiss.

They're wet from the heat of the room, loud from the heat of the friction. Hiruma comes first. He always comes first, but then he doesn't really bother with not coming first like Agon does. Agon always follows not a few seconds later, anyway.

Even after he orgasms Agon doesn't stop rocking against Hiruma, doesn't pull away from the labored breathing against his face.

Not too long after, Hiruma drops his leg off Agon's thigh. "Enough," he heaves, then starts elbowing his way out of Agon's arms. But he doesn't have to, as that very moment Agon brushes him away like he was suddenly repulsed.

+

They're back in their clothes when Agon turns to Hiruma. "What time is it?"

Hiruma doesn't look at a timepiece before saying, "Ten to six."

"Huh? Way too early." Agon grabs for the waist of Hiruma's pants. "Let's go for another."

"I'm meeting some people."

Agon freezes, his hands halfway inside Hiruma's waistband. "What people?!" he shrieks.

"Fatty and old man," Hiruma replies, shoving Agon's hands off him. He chews the stick of gum he's taken from his pocket. "We've been running down a few plays."

"Really."

Even though Hiruma sees it coming, the next second happens all too fast for his taste. With one hand, Agon hoists up the bicycle by the door and sends it crashing against the opposite wall. A pack of rats scampers out of the crates into the next room.

Hiruma glares at the bent and severed fragments of his bike. "You fucking jealous idiot."

"Who's fucking jealous?! Stupid trash!" The sliding door snaps right back open after Agon slams it shut behind him.

"Ch'." Hiruma starts to blow a bubble, but it pops the next moment his cellphone starts ringing. He's barking into the phone before he can flip it open. "I'll be there, fucking fatty! I told you to fucking wait-- Huh? Nowhere! Nobody! Nine minutes, I'm there! Now shut up!"

He walks cussing the whole two miles back to Maou.

END