Ficlet Series (ES21)

Christmas Party


Sena, as naïve and innocent as he seemed, had nonetheless developed quite the habit of drinking himself into a frenzy (and subsequent stupor) whenever there was alcohol present at a gathering. Though, Hiruma pondered, with his slight body weight, perhaps it was inevitable. One glass of sake was probably enough to send the boy into the open arms of the good lady inebriation. Still, the fact that he had just run past Hiruma stark naked had left the quarterback slightly puzzled.

Ah, well, nothing for it, and where the hell was Rui with that bag of ice Hiruma had sent him out for? Good slaves were so hard to find these days. And now that he thought about it, he hadn't seen that fucker Musashi. Maybe he wasn't here yet... probably passed out on his couch after a jerk off session, Hiruma figured, drooling with his pants halfway down and the television blaring Simpsons in the foreground. Stupid fucker. Last time Hiruma would invite him to a Christmas party.

Hearing a strange noise, Hiruma opened the door to his parents bedroom, not too happy to find Sakuraba and Shin there, swapping all kinds of bodily fluid.

"Oh, I don't know, Shin..."

"It's okay, Sakuraba. After all, physical release is vital to staying healthy, so we're just helping each other out."

"Well, when you put it that way..."

Hiruma frowned and slammed the door closed. He walked down the hallway, where Harao seemed to be speaking with a slightly irritated, slightly uncomfortable Akaba, apparently about how he had first gotten together with Banba after a childhood of friendship.

"... and then one happened to look down in the locker room showers, and one realized, twas a magnificent man that Banba had become..."

Maybe Musashi was waiting for him in his bedroom. With no clothes on. Except maybe a bow. Hiruma smirked and went to open the door... only to see Sena in a naked shota puddle with Riku. So that's where he had been running off to. Well, he'd let Sena have his fun, Hiruma decided in a rare moment of affection. Shrimp deserved it.

He shut the door and turned, only to find Kid had crept up behind him, and was now blocking his way out.

"Hey."

Hiruma raised an eyebrow. He hadn't really been in the mood for Kid, but the guy was packing double pistols today, and firearms always got Hiruma really stiff. "Hey. Nice guns."

"Yeah. You know which one's really itching for some action? The one in the holster in the middle."

"Mmm. I can tell," Hiruma replied, smiling, his hand already reached out and cupping denim covered hardness. "Looks like it's about ready to shoot, huh?"

That's when he felt some one grab him and jerk him away.

"Sorry," came Musashi's voice said from behind him, "Hiruma's with me tonight."

Kid smiled and tipped his hat in capitulation. "That's the way it goes. I wonder how good Tetsuma is at giving hand jobs..."

As Kid walked away Hiruma found himself turned around and his lips and teeth pressed harshly against Musashi's. Visions of Christmas sex swimming in his head, he pulled away enough to growl out "guest bedroom", before he became aware of a strange, irregular knock on the door.

"Fuck. Wait here."

He made his way to the front door, opening it to find... no one.

"... ran into.... Agon... need... doctor..." came a rather bedraggled voice, and Hiruma looked down to see Rui in an odd-shaped lump on the ground, a bag of ice in his arm and getting blood on the welcome mat.

"It's about fucking time," Hiruma muttered, plucking the bag of ice from Rui's hold and heading back inside.

Hiruma made his way to the living room, emptying the ice into a bowl next to the egg nog. Some of Banba's teammates were bonding there, mostly by talking about what a bitch Harao was most of the time. Banba was sitting in manly silence on the couch until one of them asked him something outright.

"Why are you always doing everything he says, anyway?"

Banba shrugged. "He gives good head."

Obvious Banba-speak for 'I love him'. Harao showed up then, coat on and ready to go.

"Banba, thou art going home. Hurry up and get ready."

Banba grunted and stood up, but it was at the moment a very drunk Monta stumbled into the room, flailing about before tripping and falling down. He grabbed onto Banba's pants as he fell, showing every one in the room exactly how much of a "magnificent man" Banba was. (He was apparently twelve inches of thick, juicy, magnificent man.)

Hiruma felt his mouth drop a little bit in awe. Harao smiled with possessive pride.

"Hey, hey," came Musashi's voice, as he dragged Hiruma back into the hallway, "don't look at that. It's going to give you unrealistic expectations."

Hiruma surreptitiously shot a disappointed glance down at Musashi's crotch. But then he was being pushed towards the guest bedroom, and they were opening the door. Apparently, Sakuraba had finished with Shin, because he was now in here with Takami.

"Oh, I don't know, Takami..."

"Sakuraba.... have I ever told you that I've always believed in you?"

"Do you really?"

"Yes, totally. Now will you let me put my dick in your mouth?"

"Well, when you put it that way..."

Hiruma slammed the door shut and turned around to face Musashi again. "Bathroom?"

"Kinky. I like it."

And if there were any fuckers unlucky enough to be in there when Hiruma opened the door... well, they'd best be adept at dodging bullets.

.end.