Disclaimer: I don't own Eyeshield 21! There, I said it! Are you happy now, fucking vultures.

Well, this fic is inspired by a web comic from Canyon Hills ( http:// hw001. ) and though I can't read japanese I thought the interpretation was pretty good and deviated from the actual web comic, so don't cite me for plagerism it's not the exact thing and it's in my own words. I just borrowed the idea. Now that that's cleared up, enjoy!

Tease

"Hiruma-san? Is this ok?"

Hiruma glanced over from his laptop to see Sena with a sheet of the latest team stats. The two of them sat beside each other in the clubhouse, Mamori across the table, and were researching an opposing team.

The blonde casually drapped an arm over Sena's shoulder and glanced at the paper paying it the barest of attention as his fingers rubbed at Sena's bicep. He took his time to prolong the contact and feel his lover begin to shiver slightly.

"It looks fine." When he didn't let go right away, the brunette glanced over and Hiruma took the chance he'd been waiting for and leaned in to steal a kiss.

"Wah!" Mamori looked up in time to see Sena and his chair topple backwards.

"Sena!"

"Ah! H-hai!" Sena was automatically on his feet and Mamori dismissed any worry she might have had that he was injured.

Hiruma watched calmly as Sena bent over the table to discuss something, he wasn't really paying attention to the conversation, with the fucking manager. Discreetly sliding his middle finger into his mouth, he wet the digit thoroughly, and just as subtly he slid his hand down the back of Sena's pants.

The blonde gently traced Sena's entrance before plunging the slick digit inside. The brunette's body stiffened as he felt himself get penetrated, and was no longer paying attention to Mamori's words as Hiruma's finger twisted inside of him.

'W-what is he...? Ah!' Sena clenched his eyes shut and lowered his head as pleasurable waves rocked up his spine. "Wait- Stop!! Aa...'

Hiruma smirked at his handiwork, feeling rather high and aroused from the power trip. He didn't like being refused, however accidental it may have been, and Sena had practically offered with his cute little rear in the air like that.

"Hiruma-san," Sena whimpered quietly so as not to be heard. "Please, stop. I'm begging you." The brunette looked up at him, face flushed and eyes wet with tears.

Hiruma, accidentally or not we'll never know, crooked his finger in just the right way that it hit Sena's sweet spot. His back arched, tears overflowing, and mouth open in a silent scream as the pleasure of an orgasm swept over him, before the boy collapsed to the table in a near faint.

It was fortunate that at this exact moment Monta burst into the room and distracted Mamori's attention away from Sena. Thank god for small miracles. Overly pleased with himself, Hiruma withdrew his hand and pulled Sena into his side.

"You're such an exhibitionist, fucking chibi."

Owari