Wow, this chapter is almost entire smut, with a little fluff mixed in. Also, I'm a bad child that writes fanfiction while at work, instead of actually working. Dashusi4ka, I hope this is a fast enough update for you :P Kiri Kaitou Clover, Hiruma expected Sena to take up the responsibility of being the quarterback, so while he certainly is proud, he's not at all surprised. xDarklightx, I'm so glad you still like it.

As it turns out, Demon found him. He had just finished calling the parents and giving them all a time, place, and dress code when the door to his office in the club room opened. The kid had gotten showered and changed back into his school uniform, and carried the jacket over his bag which he put down just inside the now shut door. The blond recognized that the rage persona had something to say by the way he wouldn't make eye contact, so he waited.

"Do you remember when I told you that the Original had found the door that separated us, but didn't know how to open it?" Hiruma did remember. "Well, during the match, when you took that hit and had to carted off," the small brunet's fingers clenched and he finally looked up.

"He opened it."

Hiruma asked how long it stayed open. "Just for the game, it's shut again now. But he knows who I am now, Yoichi, knows what I am." The first year circled around Hiruma's desk to lean against his left shoulder. "He's terrified Yoichi. Of me, of himself…" He tilted his head to look up into his captain's eyes. "Help him, Yoichi, please."

The blond agreed and gave the rage persona a kiss to seal the deal. Said rage persona snorted, crawled into Hiruma's lap and said he was going to sleep. Original Sena would wake up in a few minutes. Sure enough, after a few minutes the kid's breathing changed. He was very still as he opened his eyes, gaze flicking back and forth as if to ensure he was where he thought he was. When the small brunet finally made eye contact, Hiruma could see the fear in his eyes and it made his chest hurt. This kid could willingly run headlong against monsters like Shin, Agon, and Gaoh, but he was stopped cold by the thought that his body moved around without his control. The blond tightened his arm around Sena's shoulders and pulled him in a little closer.

He settled down some and apologized for falling asleep on him, what they were talking again? Hiruma nuzzled his nose into brown hair and figured he could wait to confront the chibi about his fears until after he had reaffirmed himself at a little bit. So he gave a vague answer of the 'the game' and let himself leisurely snuggle the boy in his lap. Sena snuggled back, shifting so that they were nose to nose. The blond's lips quirked up as he planted a little kiss on the kid. The kid smiled back and returned the kisses even as he started talking.

"So I was thinking," Kiss. "Not many players return to the field with fractures," Kiss. What was his point? Kiss. "What you did was brave," Kiss. "And that deserves a reward." Kiss. Oh, yeah? Kiss. What kind of reward? Kiss. "Well," And here mischief sparkled in Sena's eyes even as his face turned red. "How about a blowjob from the Kantou MVP?"

Hiruma's smirk became a full-blown grin. That would be one Hell of a reward.

So Sena did this thing where he just slid down Hiruma's whole body, so that he was on his knees in front of the blond's chair. The kid was blushing up a storm, but he was still smiling and his hands didn't waver as they reached to undo the second year's pants. The blond was pleased to note that the painkillers he was on did nothing to dampen his erection. Sena leaned in to lick a stripe up the underside (goddamn little tease), kiss the head, and then swallowed.

Hiruma jerked a little bit at the suddenness, and struggled not to thrust up and choke the boy. His left hand wound into brunet hair, tugging and stroking, as his torso curled forward. Air hissed out between his teeth as that hot little mouth pulled back to encircle the head and sucked. His hands had also come into play, and fast became slick with his own drool, one moving down to fondle Hiruma's balls and if he didn't cut that out quick the blond was gonna lose it-

Sena released the dick in his mouth with an obscene pop and a lick to the slit. "You losing it is kinda the point."

And with that he went right back to work. Hiruma was approaching his end embarrassingly fast, shifting his legs around to try and steady himself, when his foot bumped against something that made the kid shiver. The blond blinked.

Yeah, his foot was between the kid's legs, but…

Hiruma gave another, experimental nudge with his foot, causing the kid to whimper and his grip around the blond's balls to tighten deliciously. Said blond grinned.

Well, whaddya know? The kid gets hard just from sucking.

Sena seemed to double his efforts in retaliation and Hiruma warned him that he needed to get off now, or get a mouthful of jizz. The brunet took him that much deeper in reply. If that's what he wants. The blond slowly ground his foot down on the boy's clothed erection and the vibrations from the resulting squeal were what finally drove him over the edge.

The second year was pleasantly surprised that Sena not only milked him, but drank it all down too. It stroked something primal in Hiruma's gut to watch his underclassman do it.

As the blond caught his breath, he passed the kid still on his knees a glass of water from his desk. The pair had wound down some when Hiruma realized there was still a hard-on under his foot. Another smirk lazily crawled across his lips.

The smaller body jerked as it was abruptly reminded of the pressure between its legs. Sena quickly set the glass down and tried to remove Hiruma's foot. The blond would not be stopped.

"Hirum- ah! Wait, I don't- nng – I didn't start this- guh – because I wanted you to-" Hiruma reached down and put a finger to those protesting lips, still red and puffy from the cock recently between them. This was his reward, wasn't it? So he should be allowed to do as he pleased. Sena blushed again but nodded. Good, because, being short an arm, he was going to need a little help.

He told the kid to stand, undo the buttons on his pants and shirt, before tugging the kid forward by the waistband of his boxers. The second year then turned the kid around and pulled the pants and boxers down, just a little, not all the way, and sat the kid backwards in his lap so that Sena's back was pressed against Hiruma's chest. The boy was locked in by the cast on Hiruma's right arm around his waist. The blond took the kid's left arm and stretched it to grasp the back of the blond's neck before reaching around to take the kid's right wrist, which he left to hover just over the boy's erection. Hiruma settled his own hand on the boy's naked hip, rubbing soothing circles into the skin as he leaned into Sena's ear and whispered can you touch yourself for me?

The brunet's whole body shuddered and his and obeyed, shaking slightly as he pulled his cock out from his pants and wrapped his fingers around it. The blond instructed him to move, slowly, slowly, as he licked and nipped where the brunet's shoulder met his neck.

"So beautiful, so obedient, you're such a good boy, so good, take a look, open your eyes and look, see what I can do for you, how I can make you feel…"

Sena's eyes reluctantly blinked open from where they had screwed shut and looked down to watch his hand move according to Hiruma's whispers, as if independent of his own will. He also watched Hiruma's hand come around and tickle the inside of his quivering thighs where his pants had slipped down even further. The long fingers trailed lightly along his heated flesh, up his thighs, over his belly, along his ribs, pausing to circle and toy with a nipple before dancing all the way to his mouth and slipping past his lips. He whimpered around those fingers as they pulled and played with his tongue. His hips gave stuttering little thrusts and every movement highlighted the growing bulge against his ass, exacerbating his arousal. Hiruma had just pulled those fingers from his mouth, drool dripping down his chin, when the blond dropped something of a bomb on him.

"Huh, I forgot that camera was there."

Sena's head bolted up to find the little blinking red light above the door and instinctively tried to close his legs. Hiruma wouldn't let him.

"No, no, relax now, it's only a security camera. Feeds into my laptop, that's it. Nobody else gets to see you like this," The hand holding Sena's legs apart crept down, slickened fingers prodding at his entrance. "Nobody else gets to see you flush and squirm," The first finger broke through, causing Sena to arch and whine. "Nobody else gets to see you play with your dick while you fuck yourself on my fingers," Two more fingers entered him, stretching him, deliciously rough. "Nobody else gets to see the face you make when you're all spread out like a buffet for me to devour," There was a sharp nip on his ear that made him tear his eyes from the camera and turn to the blond. "Nobody, but me."

The combination of the possessive, almost dangerous look in Hiruma's eyes, those long fingers viciously penetrating him, his own hand on his dick, and the knowing that the second year was going to make him watch this video later made Sena seal their lips together just as the coil in his stomach tightened to the point of explo-

Quick as a snake, the blond's fingers pulled from Sena's ass and squeezed around the base of his cock, denying him.

The brunet broke their lip lock with a pained wail and tearful, pleading eyes. The blond merely smirked and shook his head because they were nowhere near done. Instead, he made the boy stand up (took a few tries) and lean his weight on his hands on the desk. His pants fell a little lower so that they were tangled around his knees and his shirt was halfway off his shoulders. Even from the back, he looked well and truly debauched. Hiruma pulled himself a little further out of his pants and used some skin lotion from the shelves behind him to slick himself up. He then stood, lined himself up behind Sena, and murmured to his young lover to breathe as he wrapped his left arm around the slim waist in front of him. In the next breath, he sheathed himself up to the hilt.

Sena threw his head back and keened. Right away, Hiruma set up a rough, almost punishing pace, causing tremors to run up Sena's spine and out to the tips of his fingers and toes. His mouth hung open, drool falling over his chin, letting out a myriad of whines and wails. His arms could barely hold him up under the onslaught and the blond didn't give him a moment to catch his breath. The relentless pounding had him caving to rest his face on the desk, eyes falling shut until Hiruma shifted his angle and started hitting that spot that blew Sena's eyes wide open again. Suddenly he was flailing and crying, he couldn't take this, his body was going to implode, he was going to lose his mind-

"Hiruma-san, please let me cum, please, Hiruma-san I can't, I can't Yoichi, let me, please, Hiruma-san, Hiruma-san, YoichiYoichiYoichi-"

Hiruma nipped him on the ear again and that was all it took for the smaller teen's spine to go rigid. Sena let out one last piercing cry as he shot ropes of sticky white fluid all over the desk, his ass tightening impossibly around Hiruma's cock. The blond himself got two, three more thrusts in before he too was releasing, painting Sena's insides white.

Sena seemed ready to collapse into his own mess, so Hiruma pulled him backward so that they both fell into the chair. The blond felt sweaty and gross, but his limbs were jelly and the kid could barely keep his head, so moving to the shower would have to wait for a little while. Instead, he wheeled the chair over to a cabinet and pulled out a blanket to drape over the pair of them (what? The AC was fucked, it got cold in here). The brunet shucked off his pants completely so that he could comfortably arrange himself sideways on Hiruma's lap, nose tucked up under the blond's jaw.

Once they were all tucked in, the second year planted a little kiss on the brunet's temple and asked quietly if Sena would tell him now what was bothering him, and if it had anything to do with that oh-so-charming side of the kid that called the blond Yoichi. Hiruma could feel the anxiety slowly seep into Sena's muscles which was not allowed, because easy, easy, it's safe here, everything's okay. Hiruma knew a thing or two about what was going on, he just needed to know what blanks Sena needed him to fill in. The brunet was quiet for a moment, clinging even tighter to his captain and hiding his face in said Captain's collar bone before he finally started to speak.

"I've been noticing that I'm missing things. Like, I'll know that I was there, and I'll know what I was doing at the time, but I won't remember actually doing it. If I think about it, it probably started on the Death March." Hiruma tightened his hold on his underclassman as the smaller body started to shake. "And then, during the match, when Gaoh-san- When you were- Well, you know what I mean. I was watching you get taken away, and then there was someone else with me," Sena paused and shifted to look Hiruma in the eyes. "He was so angry, Hiruma-san, so very angry. I think," The brunet's too-big eyes started to tear up. "I think he was going to Gaoh-san or Marco-kun."

Seeing how close the kid was to a panic attack, the blond kissed his forehead and whispered into his skin for him to take a deep breath and calm down. After he settled a little bit, Hiruma asked him if he had ever noticed how he never seems to get mad about anything. The boy blinked and thought about it, before nodding. He agreed that, yeah, that was kinda weird how every time he started to get really upset about something, the anger just… went away. But what did that have to do with this?

Hiruma nuzzled into Sena's hair to keep him calm (and because he smelled good) and explained that the other person, the other 'Sena' was the place that all the anger went. He was the manifestation of everything that ever pissed the kid off, all wrapped up in a bow. That being said, it was still Sena's anger; just because the other 'Sena' wanted to tear somebody's head off doesn't mean that he would if the original Sena didn't want him to. The brunet's eyebrows furrowed and he asked if they could name the other Sena something else because he was getting confused.

Hiruma shrugged. That was fine, he could be Demon Sena. The small boy giggled.

He sobered up pretty quickly though, asking if Demon would always be there, sitting in the back of his head waiting to be let loose. The blond said, no, probably not, because the more aware of him Sena became the more they would feed into and off of each other until they just phased back together like two drops of water in close proximity. The kid asked how Hiruma knew all of this.

The answer was simple: because he'd seen Sena do it before.

Those caramel coloured eyes widened and he looked away to sort through his memories. "It was after the Bando game, wasn't it?" Hiruma nodded, and whaddya know? Already halfway healed before he even knew there was a problem. The boy smiled and kissed his captain in thanks, shifting in his lap to reach and oh shit, how did he not notice his dick was still up the kid's ass, no wait, stop moving-

The smile on the goddamn little shit's face had turned more than a little sly as he very deliberately ground down on his upperclassman and he was so asking for it.

The blond smirked and wheeled them back over to the desk and all but dumped the little tease backwards onto it. Legs spread, semen leaking out of his ass, blushing from his ears to his chest, and that damn smile; Hiruma surveyed the lithe little body before him and figured he never seen anything look more like sin itself.

The blond lifted one of those legs to sit up on his shoulder nipped a series of red marks into the skin just above the ankle, prompting a plethora of mewls. The shit-eating grin on his face only widened. The brat wanted a third round? He'd get one. YA-HA!

By the time he'd finished, Sena was a quivering pile of human mush and Hiruma felt like the cat that ate the cream and the canary. The blond wiped the worst of the mess off with tissues he kept in his desk drawer and wrapped the kid up in the blanket so that he wouldn't get cold while he regained feeling in his limbs. He quickly showered and changed himself before returning with the kid's spare uniform in tow. The boy accepted the uniform with a sleepy, sated smile and plodded off to the showers (just the slightest little limp in his step. Kekeke…).

As they separated to head home, Sena drew his captain in for one last kiss, soft, slow, and deep. When they part the boy whispered against his lips thank you, Hiruma-san, and was off. The blond just shook his head and laughed.

Later that evening, when he caught the brunet sneaking into the oxygen capsule he just vacated, Demon grinned and winked at him. It would seem that the two personalities came to some kind of agreement.

Just in time for the fucking monkey and the damn cheerleader to kidnap him off to Osaka.

Hiruma deadpanned at the text he received from Sena saying the three of them had run off to Teikoku to find the Eyeshield 21 of the West and he was so sorry but can you please make sure the teachers excuse us from school tomorrow?

The blond sighed through his nose, but couldn't stop his lips from curling up at the corners. Damn needy brat…