A/N: Spoilers for chapter 326. A short Hiruma/Clifford drabble.

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All is fair in love and war.

"And I'm on a fucking battlefield…" Hiruma muttered to himself, shaking the sweat from his face as he pulled his helmet off. "Fucking shrimp, you sure you got this?"

Sena nodded firmly. "I brought up this idea, so I'll finish it."

Hiruma nodded as he looked across the field, at the quarterback waiting coolly for the enemy to finish discussing their next play.

"I'll teach you, brat, how America handles its cards."

Hiruma grinned as he beckoned Shin over.

"Going to try to teach me something, Clifford-sensei?" Hiruma cackled softly.

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That brat!

Clifford panted, wiping the sweat from his face as his body heaved with the exertion of subduing his rival—no, his student.

"Who said I ever had to copy you?" Hiruma leered as he gave Clifford the look that drove him over the edge, that made him want to break things. "But thanks for the advice, Clifford-sensei." He threw the honorific out as an insult and Clifford knew it.

"Shit…" Clifford growled as he looked down at Hiruma. "What the hell were you thinking, pulling a stunt like that on me?" One slender hand shot out and pinned Hiruma against the sheets in the hotel room that Hiruma had kicked Musashi out of. Hiruma coughed slightly but refused to show any other weakness as he felt those strong fingers tightening around his windpipe, making him thrash in pain and pleasure.

"'T doesn't matter…if…you won the game…" Hiruma gasped as he struggled for breath, arching his hips against Clifford's in such a way that he almost shocked the other quarterback into releasing him. "It was never…hack…America versus Japan."

"What are you talking about?" Clifford's question was redundant; they both understood what he was talking about. He released Hiruma by relinquishing his neck in favor of his hands; Hiruma found himself being dragged by his stronger counterpart and slammed into the headboard, both arms held firmly above his head.

"You may have won the battle, but if I can get you this riled up then I've won the fucking war," Hiruma chuckled hoarsely. "It's always been a conflict between me and you, fucking sensei."

Clifford decided that corporal punishment would be the best discipline for his cheeky pupil.