Devil in the Dark [Eyeshield 21, Hiruma/Rui: NC17]

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Title: Devil in the Dark
Author: fantomfox
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: violence, language, gun kink, dub-con
Word count: 361
Summary: Two QB in the locker room, and only one comes out on top.
A/N: This is my first ever post here. Oh boy. Sorry it’s so short.
June 01 - Eyeshield 21, Hiruma Yoichi/Habashira Rui: D/s and/or rough sex – "I win because I'm better"

The club room was black as pitch. It was hot and stuffy with the smell of leather and sweat. Hidden in that darkness, two bodies met again and again. The silence of the room was broken by the wet sounds of sex: groans of pain, moans of pleasure and the more than occasional hissed vulgarity. Fresh bruises discolored bare torsos, while stinging stripes of red dripped blood down the contours of trained muscles. Cold metal of a gun barrel dug into warm flesh; its sight leaving an angry welt in its wake.

Abruptly, Hiruma pulled away, knocking Rui off-balance from where he had been pressed against the table.

“Ke—bastard!” Rui spun around, stretching with long arms to try and grab the gun from his captor, but Hiruma had been anticipating this. Rui found himself with the business end of the gun pressed against his lips. Hiruma slowly parted Rui’s lips with the barrel, while the darkness around them concealed the smile spread so plainly across the demon’s face.

Rui didn’t have to see the look to know it was there. “Fuckin—,” Rui tried to mumble around the barrel. Hiruma’s laugh drove him crazy as he almost gagged on the gun slowly sliding deeper into this mouth. Rui pushed back, freeing himself only temporarily before a foot to the chest knocked him to the ground, and Hiruma was on him again. “Fucking kill you,” Rui swore impotently in between gasps.

The voice that spoke next was the devil’s own. “Kekeke, you don’t sound as sure as you used to be, fucking lizard.”

“The only thing I’m sure of—is that when I get that gun away from you-- I’m going to shoot you with it. Right between—the eyes.”

Hiruma leaned to whisper, “Ch’ In all these weeks, you keep coming back to me. If you can take the gun, the tables would turn. But—” He paused dramatically. “Do you know why it always turns out this way? Why I win, and you lose? Is it power? Is it fear?”

Whatever the answer, it was interrupted by an anguished cry and a soft wet sound. The blackness consumed them.