Minna ohaiyo!!! My 2nd story! I know I haven't uploaded the sequel of my 1st story, 'Call my name...', but I will publish the remaining chapters as soon as possible! Please check out my new story and I welcome your criticisms and opinions... thank you for your time!

The setting for this story is after the Christmas Bowl, and it is understood that there was a sexual tension (anyway something...) between Hiruma and Mamori during the football season and now Hiruma has taken a step towards deepening (hopefully) that 'little something'...

Warning: Smut!!!!

Disclaimer: I do not own Eyeshield 21, or else you would have definitely seen this happening in the manga...sob...

The end of a year full of turmoil and the taste of victory in everyone's heart and lips, when Deimon football Club won the Christmas Bowl… Mamori brushed her hair into a shiny auburn mass and piled it onto her head, securing the intricate knots with the pearls her mother had lent her for the occasion. She stood and admired her frame in her mirror; her aquamarine dress hugged her hips and bodice, the neck scooping slightly low, revealing the creamy top of her breasts, the skirt falling to her knees. She tied a single gold necklace with a pearl pendant, clipped on matching earrings and strapped on high heels… good…she was ready…

Ding dong… the bell sounded downstairs, she heard the door being opened and the muffled sounds of voices.

'Honey! Your cavalier is here!',called her mother.

Mamori threw a last look in the mirror, dabbed on some coral lipstick and dashed downstairs, grabbing her bead bag. She slowed down when she reached the small living room, breathed in deeply and caught the scent of cologne, mixed with mint and coffee…the scent of the man she loved but could not confess… yet he had asked her (well, ordered her with a string of obscenities was more like it) and she had accepted with a nod of the head…

'Good evening… Hiruma-Kun…', she greeted him softly.

Hiruma uncoiled his tall, lean frame from the couch where he was seated, discussing with her mother and turned towards her. Oh my…he took her breath away… he had dyed back his spiky hair to its normal ebony color, he was clad in a black tuxedo, light green shirt, unbuttoned at the collar, black trousers and black leather shoes. Only his eyes remained the same green as always. His face was more composed, less than the devil he usually was on the field, more like a mysterious stranger… and he smiled his evil grin as his eyes raked over her… he walked towards her,

'Good evening…', and whispered in to her ear, 'fucking manager…' She blushed crimson, and glared at him. That evil grin stretched his lips again… God, don't make me kill him…don't… she thought…

They said their farewells to her parents and stepped out into the cold. Mamori started walking towards the bus stop when Hiruma tugged on her arm, nearly making her stumble, 'where the hell do you think you are going? Our limo's waiting for us…' he said, dragging her by the arm toward a sleek, black limo waiting just in front of her house. They stepped inside and all of a sudden Mamori felt flustered. It was the first time she was alone with him, in such a confined place. He lay back in his seat, resting his emerald eyes on her lithe curves, his sharp canines glinting every time he smiled, as if liking what he saw. She didn't move a muscle, groping for something in her mind to say, 'Hi…Hiruma-kun, the end of year party is being held at a really grand place, the Roquefort hotel! I wonder how our school was able to aff…' she had turned to look at him and was surprised to find his face real close! 'Wha…'

He leaned in closer, nuzzling her bare white throat, caressing the sensitive skin with his soft lips. Not a single word of obscenity left his mouth as he gently teased her. Mamori on the other hand felt like her whole body was on fire, and her hand automatically rose to entwine in his black spiky hair, massaging his scalp, unconsciously pressing him closer. He groaned and pressed harder on her throat, opening his mouth and sucking her strongly, his sharp canines pushing into her flesh, his tongue dancing on the same spot. Mamori moaned low in her throat, tremors going through her whole body. Hiruma loomed over her, pressing his hard, muscular chest against her soft breasts, parting her legs with his hand so that he could fit into her curves. His mouth left her throat and trailed wet kisses along her jaw, until he reached her mouth. He hesitated for a fraction of a second before kissing her lightly on the lips. Mamori responded in fervor, pressing her mouth to his and gasped in surprised when she felt Hiruma's hand cup her breast through the satin dress. He took advantage of her open mouth to slide in his tongue, delving into her sensuously, drinking in her flavor, her taste. She had never been kissed like this before, and the man she loved was tormenting her in the most wonderful manner she could imagine. She broke the kiss to breathe in some air but Hiruma caught her chin and forced back her mouth to his and this time Mamori met his tongue with hers, taking in his taste, his flavor, so sweet and manly it created havoc with her senses.

'Hiruma-kun…', she sobbed.

He could read the silent plea in her eyes, god he wanted her so badly too, his eyes had turned fiery green with need and desire, while her blue depths had almost blackened with her own need for him to touch her everywhere. He slipped a hand between her legs, stroking circles on her creamy thighs, at times his nails digging into her fair skin with the force of controlling his pulsing need until he reached her most intimate part… her lacy, satin panties were driving him crazy… he stroked a lazy finger right where her heat was coursing, and she whimpered with suppressed pleasure…'Hiruma…ah…no…don't…' and she tried to push away his hand, but he would not yield. He stroked faster, his breathing accelerated as he made her go wet with pleasure and he could feel the satin underwear get soaked under his expert caresses…

The limo stopped suddenly, they had arrived. Hiruma released her gently, kissed her lingeringly on the mouth and whispered in her ear, 'we have reached. There is a spare change of underwear in the drawer under the seat. I'll go first.' And he left, closing the door behind him. Mamori took some moments to calm down her heart and senses and fished out the underwear in question. Oh my… it was so revealing, a sheer black, with satin bows and lacy flowers, exquisite….she felt hot just wearing it. As she opened the door, a calloused hand reached out to guide her out of the car to the steps towards the hall where the party was being held… she was thankful for the support of his arm as she couldn't feel her legs anymore after the way he had held her so close to him.

The party was a lavish ensemble of cuisine for the Deimon students, Mamori chatted with all her friends from the football club, Sena, Kurita, Musashi, the Haha brothers (Hah?!?! we are not brothers!!!) and all of her other friends…but her attention was always on the one man who mattered the most to her, the devil who was burning up the feast, booby-trapping the corridors for all the couples, blasting shots behind Sena and Monta… Hiruma…

That's all for the moment folks! Hope you liked the first part! I will publish the other chapters as soon as possible!