A Lost Bet
Author: bar_ohki
Title: A Lost Bet
Rating: T to R for swearing and nakedness.
Summary: Hiruma and Musashi learn that betting on matters of heart is foolish.
Pairings: HirumaxMamorixMusashi
Warnings: Boys are being boys.
Notes: Umm… well this popped into my head and I thought it was worth sharing.
A Lost Bet
“I figured it out.” Hiruma announced to Musashi as the two sat down together for lunch.
“What are you talking about?” Musashi glanced up calmly from his bento. Though he had known and loved Hiruma for several years now, that did not mean he understood what was going on in that devil’s head.
“Fucking manager,” Hiruma’s voiced hinted that he was under the impression it was obvious, “she wants to get in both of our pants.”
“…You’re telling me Anezaki has a crush on both of us?” Musashi snorted. “She’s not the type to go after two guys at once, it’s gotta be one or the other.”
“Sounds like your age has finally given you some wisdom.” Hiruma smirked.
“So your first statement was to try and mind-fuck me again?” Musashi rolled his eyes. “Typical….”
Hiruma leaned over so close to Musashi that the latter could feel the former’s breath on his ear though there was no other contact.
“But you like it.” Hiruma whispered, his voice husky.
“Damn you!” Musashi hissed, glaring at his friend. With all the hormones raging in his body, it was not hard to give Musashi a hard-on.
“Ke ke ke!” Hiruma pulled away and cackled at his lover’s expense. Musashi sat there and pouted, hoping his hard-on would go away soon. The hard-on went away and was replaced with shame and embarrassment. Around then Musashi decided he was going to get even, after all who was better suited at playing the devil’s games than the devil’s lover?
“…I bet Anezaki wants me more than she wants you.” Musashi challenged Hiruma, startling the demon.
“The fuck-!?” Hiruma’s eyebrows shot up in surprise. “Did I hear you right?”
“I bet Anezaki finds me more sexy than you,” Musashi smirked, “are you telling me you have no confidence in your sex appeal?”
“Tch! I’m a hundred times more sexy than you!” Hiruma snapped.
At that moment Kurita opened up the door to the roof and stared at his two friends.
“…Are you two going to have roof-sex again?” Kurita asked with a sigh. The other boys jumped, having not paid Kurita’s arrival any attention.
“No!” Both were blushing and embarrassed.
“Okay.” Kurita let out a breath of relief.
“We’ll settle this after practice,” Musashi told Hiruma, “unless you don’t feel you’re man enough-”
“Damn straight we will!” Hiruma accepted the challenge with ease.
“…Does this involve me?” Kurita sincerely hoped it did not. He didn’t mind that his friends were gay and in love, but he really didn’t want to be the judge in one of their spats.
“No.” Musashi assured Kurita. “We’re not going to have a repeat of the last time.”
“That’s good to hear.” Kurita smiled, his worries gone.
-after practice-
Hiruma and Mamori were walking back to the clubhouse together; they were always the last ones off the field.
“Fucking manager, I need you to stay behind in the clubhouse today.” Hiruma ordered her right before he walked into the locker room.
“Hiruma-!” Mamori began to protest his name calling and ordering around but was cut off by Hiruma leaving the room. Instead Mamori choose to sit down in a huff and glare at the door until Hiruma came back out.
Slowly the other members of the Devil Bats trickled out. All spared Mamori the time to wish her a good evening. Mamori smiled and returned their wishes. After a few minutes of quiet she realized that Musashi and Hiruma were still in the locker room.
“…That’s odd….” Mamori muttered, normally those two were out of the locker room by now. She pressed her ear against the door trying to figure out what was happening. She could barely hear their conversation.
“-we’re going to have her willingly come in here?” Musashi asked Hiruma.
“If you worry too much, you’ll go bald old man.” Hiruma chuckled. “All you have to do is yell ‘ouch’ and her damn mothering instincts will pull her right in.”
“…Are you sure her sensible side might be aware of the possibility that we are naked?” Musashi asked again, clearly not convinced.
“That’s the beauty of my plan,” Hiruma must have been smirking, “she won’t be thinking about it, so she’ll come right on in!”
“…And how will this settle our bet again?” Musashi sounded a bit tired now.
“She’ll have to pick.” Hiruma chuckled. “Her reaction will-”
Mamori pulled back, she had heard enough. Glancing around the clubhouse she found one of Hiruma’s guns. She checked and made sure it was loaded and that the safety was off. With a small, almost psychotic grin, Mamori grabbed the door to the locker room and pulled it wide open.
Hiruma and Musashi found themselves stunned by the site of Mamori standing in the doorway with a gun in one hand and a broom in the other. She took two steps into the room and looked both of their naked bodies up and down.
“Nice, nice.” Mamori couldn’t help but to like what she was looking at. Both Musashi and Hiruma were rather sexy.
“…Hi.” Musashi remarked awkwardly after a few seconds. He’d never been naked in front of a girl before. Hiruma was in a similar position except that the tips of his ears were red with embarrassment.
“Now why don’t you boys tell me what your bet is about?” Mamori asked them sweetly.
“Fucking-” Hiruma began only to be cut off by Mamori firing a warning shot about his head. Hiruma swallowed his saliva, he had not predicted this kind of reaction from her and it was scaring him.
“…We were wondering which one of us you liked more?” Musashi told her his voice full of nervousness and fear.
Mamori looked at both of them carefully again. “I think I want to take both of you for a spin before I make any choices.”
Both boys looked at each other and wondered what the hell they had just gotten themselves into.
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Sorry no sex, I’m just not in the mood. I’ll hopefully write a follow-up where there is sex, school work permitting of course.
Title: A Lost Bet
Rating: T to R for swearing and nakedness.
Summary: Hiruma and Musashi learn that betting on matters of heart is foolish.
Pairings: HirumaxMamorixMusashi
Warnings: Boys are being boys.
Notes: Umm… well this popped into my head and I thought it was worth sharing.
A Lost Bet
“I figured it out.” Hiruma announced to Musashi as the two sat down together for lunch.
“What are you talking about?” Musashi glanced up calmly from his bento. Though he had known and loved Hiruma for several years now, that did not mean he understood what was going on in that devil’s head.
“Fucking manager,” Hiruma’s voiced hinted that he was under the impression it was obvious, “she wants to get in both of our pants.”
“…You’re telling me Anezaki has a crush on both of us?” Musashi snorted. “She’s not the type to go after two guys at once, it’s gotta be one or the other.”
“Sounds like your age has finally given you some wisdom.” Hiruma smirked.
“So your first statement was to try and mind-fuck me again?” Musashi rolled his eyes. “Typical….”
Hiruma leaned over so close to Musashi that the latter could feel the former’s breath on his ear though there was no other contact.
“But you like it.” Hiruma whispered, his voice husky.
“Damn you!” Musashi hissed, glaring at his friend. With all the hormones raging in his body, it was not hard to give Musashi a hard-on.
“Ke ke ke!” Hiruma pulled away and cackled at his lover’s expense. Musashi sat there and pouted, hoping his hard-on would go away soon. The hard-on went away and was replaced with shame and embarrassment. Around then Musashi decided he was going to get even, after all who was better suited at playing the devil’s games than the devil’s lover?
“…I bet Anezaki wants me more than she wants you.” Musashi challenged Hiruma, startling the demon.
“The fuck-!?” Hiruma’s eyebrows shot up in surprise. “Did I hear you right?”
“I bet Anezaki finds me more sexy than you,” Musashi smirked, “are you telling me you have no confidence in your sex appeal?”
“Tch! I’m a hundred times more sexy than you!” Hiruma snapped.
At that moment Kurita opened up the door to the roof and stared at his two friends.
“…Are you two going to have roof-sex again?” Kurita asked with a sigh. The other boys jumped, having not paid Kurita’s arrival any attention.
“No!” Both were blushing and embarrassed.
“Okay.” Kurita let out a breath of relief.
“We’ll settle this after practice,” Musashi told Hiruma, “unless you don’t feel you’re man enough-”
“Damn straight we will!” Hiruma accepted the challenge with ease.
“…Does this involve me?” Kurita sincerely hoped it did not. He didn’t mind that his friends were gay and in love, but he really didn’t want to be the judge in one of their spats.
“No.” Musashi assured Kurita. “We’re not going to have a repeat of the last time.”
“That’s good to hear.” Kurita smiled, his worries gone.
-after practice-
Hiruma and Mamori were walking back to the clubhouse together; they were always the last ones off the field.
“Fucking manager, I need you to stay behind in the clubhouse today.” Hiruma ordered her right before he walked into the locker room.
“Hiruma-!” Mamori began to protest his name calling and ordering around but was cut off by Hiruma leaving the room. Instead Mamori choose to sit down in a huff and glare at the door until Hiruma came back out.
Slowly the other members of the Devil Bats trickled out. All spared Mamori the time to wish her a good evening. Mamori smiled and returned their wishes. After a few minutes of quiet she realized that Musashi and Hiruma were still in the locker room.
“…That’s odd….” Mamori muttered, normally those two were out of the locker room by now. She pressed her ear against the door trying to figure out what was happening. She could barely hear their conversation.
“-we’re going to have her willingly come in here?” Musashi asked Hiruma.
“If you worry too much, you’ll go bald old man.” Hiruma chuckled. “All you have to do is yell ‘ouch’ and her damn mothering instincts will pull her right in.”
“…Are you sure her sensible side might be aware of the possibility that we are naked?” Musashi asked again, clearly not convinced.
“That’s the beauty of my plan,” Hiruma must have been smirking, “she won’t be thinking about it, so she’ll come right on in!”
“…And how will this settle our bet again?” Musashi sounded a bit tired now.
“She’ll have to pick.” Hiruma chuckled. “Her reaction will-”
Mamori pulled back, she had heard enough. Glancing around the clubhouse she found one of Hiruma’s guns. She checked and made sure it was loaded and that the safety was off. With a small, almost psychotic grin, Mamori grabbed the door to the locker room and pulled it wide open.
Hiruma and Musashi found themselves stunned by the site of Mamori standing in the doorway with a gun in one hand and a broom in the other. She took two steps into the room and looked both of their naked bodies up and down.
“Nice, nice.” Mamori couldn’t help but to like what she was looking at. Both Musashi and Hiruma were rather sexy.
“…Hi.” Musashi remarked awkwardly after a few seconds. He’d never been naked in front of a girl before. Hiruma was in a similar position except that the tips of his ears were red with embarrassment.
“Now why don’t you boys tell me what your bet is about?” Mamori asked them sweetly.
“Fucking-” Hiruma began only to be cut off by Mamori firing a warning shot about his head. Hiruma swallowed his saliva, he had not predicted this kind of reaction from her and it was scaring him.
“…We were wondering which one of us you liked more?” Musashi told her his voice full of nervousness and fear.
Mamori looked at both of them carefully again. “I think I want to take both of you for a spin before I make any choices.”
Both boys looked at each other and wondered what the hell they had just gotten themselves into.
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Sorry no sex, I’m just not in the mood. I’ll hopefully write a follow-up where there is sex, school work permitting of course.