A/N: Dear everyone, I'm sorry for the long wait. I went to Japan to study for a month and I couldn't write the chapter fast enough to tell you all... T.T; Anyway, this is the happy part and there's one more chapter left. Thank you so much for keeping with me and waiting patiently. I love you guys! Leave a REVIEW!

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Mamori was at practice bright and early as usual, pretending nothing had happened the day before. Sena couldn't look at her straight, unsure if Suzuna had told her or not. It would seem like common sense that she would have, but Mamori hadn't approached him at all yet. Not even with something like, "don't let Hiruma bully you," as everyone else had so far. Wouldn't she be the prime candidate for a lecture like that?

So they avoided each other through the day and Mamori avoided the club room after school as well. Hiruma seemed slightly more annoyed than usual, but otherwise didn't react to the manager's strange mood. Practice went over as it had the last few days, but afterward everyone collapsed in the club house, a little more exhausted than usual. Without Mamori there to encourage and regulate the training, there seemed to be a heavy spirit hanging around the team (especially Sena and Monta.)

"And now we must go clean the classroom…max…" Monta was slumped over the table, taking Mamori's absence particularly hard. Today both he and Sena we assigned to clean up after club activities were over, again, the last day they would have to for about a week.

"This sucks…" Sena added, rubbing some remaining sweat off his forehead. He had been worrying about what to tell Mamori all day, even thinking he would go over to her house after everything was done with at school. He would start off slow with something like, 'If I were gay…' and then move on slowly from there. Sena could see the look on her face when he mentioned Hiruma, but he knew that the longer he waited the worse it would be--especially if she had found out already!

Monta nudged him and motioned to the door. "We'd better go or we'll get in trouble-max!" They were due there in five minutes. Sena nodded begrudgingly and stood up, heading to the door.

"I'll be here when you're done."

Hiruma was behind a magazine again, popping sugar-free bubble gum. He seemed to say this to himself, but Sena got the hint; he'd head back here before he went home. They should probably talk about the argument with Suzuna anyway, since Sena hadn't mentioned it yet.

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Sena yawned as he pulled the club door open. It was already getting dark outside, though just barely. His mother wouldn't be worried for a few more hours (because she knew he had things to do after school,) but in any other case Mamori would have been prodding him to get home.

When Sena got to the clubhouse, it seemed as though Hiruma hadn't moved at all, yet no one else was occupying the room. That must have meant that they had either left of their own will or been chased off. After seeing the look Hiruma threw at him when the door was closed all the way, Sena assumed the second one.

"Fucking Boyfriend." He placed the magazine slowly onto the table.

"H-Hiruma?" Sena asked shyly, leaning against the door behind him.

"Come here." It was more of a demand than a request.

"J-j-j-" Sena started to say something, but was stuttering too bad to get it all out. He started to slowly move across the room anyway, unable to bring himself to disobey Hiruma. "J-j-just so you k-know-" As he approached his boyfriend he slowed down more, putting his bags down and stopping just out of arms reach. If Hiruma got a hold of him he probably wouldn't be able to have this conversation. "Suzuna--I told her yesterday," he admitted seriously, nervous about the reaction Hiruma would have.

His face didn't change.

Sena stood there, almost shaking from Hiruma's intense look, but somehow knew it wasn't about Suzuna or Mamori. He didn't say anything else until Hiruma did.

"I don't care." It sounded very pronounced, like he didn't want to have to repeat it. Sena tried to think harder about his reply but immediately afterward Hiruma jumped at him, easily scooping him up.

"Hey--stop," Sena tried to push him off (which was hard in midair) but Hiruma insisted on at least a kiss. Sena avoided by turning his head, but Hiruma just went for his neck instead. "H-Hiruma…!" Sena whined, kicking his legs a little. He was hoping to have a serious conversation with his boyfriend about this, try to work it out or something. After he saw the mood Hiruma was in, though, he knew it wasn't going to happen.

Even after Sena had resolved himself to the fact that they were indeed going to do something other than talking, he still couldn't help but resist a little, not wanting Hiruma to think he was a easy or something (even if in every other aspect of his life he was pushed around without resistance).

"No one is here, no one is coming any time soon," Hiruma said, holding Sena back so they could look at each other. Sena didn't reply and so Hiruma threw open the locker room with his leg, walking in.

"H-Hiruma… we shouldn't…" Sena said, although now he was getting all excited inside. Finally they were going to have sex again!

He didn't respond and instead pushed Sena up against a bare wall, holding him up with his thigh. The smaller player shivered as pressure was put on his crotch and Hiruma barraged his mouth, forcing it open so far that it hurt. Sena moaned around Hiruma's tongue (which felt like it was pressed against every part of Sena's mouth at the same time), barely able to keep his breath flowing.

He was panting heavily when Hiruma pulled away, dragging his tongue across Sena's cheek and towards his ear.

"Fuck, you're easy to please," Hiruma adjusted his leg, rubbing Sena's erection through his layers of clothing. He was hard enough that the friction hurt almost as much as it felt good.

"St-" Sena took a deep breath, trying not to completely give in to Hiruma. "It's just because it's b-been so long, that's all…" he said, barely higher than a whisper, gulping halfway through and shutting his eyes.

"Liar. I made you come the other day." Hiruma licked the ear that he was talking in to. Sena's body shook and he gripped onto Hiruma's shoulder, not sure how to reply. Not that he could think of a reply. "You're just a little slut."

Sena blushed brightly at Hiruma's choice of words. "N-no I'm-" Sena stopped talking and groaned as Hiruma shifted his leg again, as if to make a point. The corner of Sena's eyes were beginning to tear up from being closed so tight, and especially from Hiruma's teasing.

"I bet you've been waiting for me to make another move, huh?" Hiruma mumbled. "Every time I touched you I bet you got all tingly and thought about me fucking you…" Sena blushed deeper, ashamed that he was becoming more aroused as Hiruma talked. Actually, what he had been saying had some truth to it.

Hiruma slowly began undoing the buttons on Sena's shirt, pushing it open along with his school jacket. Sena gripped Hiruma's shoulder's harder, balancing himself and trying to release some of the energy that was building up inside of him.

His nipples were hard before Hiruma even touched them, twice as sensitive as he remembered them being. Sena 'ahh'ed as they were tweaked, unable to keep any of his noises in this time. That was obviously Hiruma's fault.

"See?" he licked the side of Sena's neck, eventually moving down towards his exposed chest. After a deep (and not so discreet) hickey, Hiruma leaned down and ran his tongue across Sena's left nipple.

"Nnnaaahh…" Sena pressed his stomach against Hiruma, unable to stop himself. His toes were curling up in his tennis shoes and his mind was getting fuzzy again, similar to last time. "G-G-od…" Hiruma bit the tip between his pointy teeth, tugging on it slightly. It hurt a little, but the difference in sensations were incredible.

Hiruma worked the right nipple over just as well, Sena gasping and his head rolling backward. He could feel tears leaking from his eyes from the sensory overload, and only opened them when he felt Hiruma pull away. Sena rubbed the water away with a balled fist, looking at his boyfriend (who was looking back predatorily) with big eyes. He hoped they were ready to take their clothes off now, because his erection was really beginning to ache.

After being lifted up again, Sena was placed on one of the benches that spanned across the locker room, his legs spread, one on each side of the bench. He leaned back, looking up at Hiruma towering over him, and then began to shrug off his open shirt and jacket.

"Hmph. What happened to 'we can't do this here'?" Hiruma made half an effort to imitate Sena's higher pitched voice. He was undoing his own buttoned shirt, already rid of his green school uniform top. He was smiling devilishly as well.

Sena couldn't think of anything good to respond. He was torn between demanding Hiruma to get naked (which, upon thinking about it, he realized he would never actually do) and maintaining his pride by making up an excuse. Hiruma saved him the effort by kissing him again.

Although he was forced to lean back on the bench farther, Sena didn't mind. He felt like Hiruma was trying to eat him, which at the moment was exhilarating.

While they were kissing, Hiruma unbuttoned Sena's pants and tried to pull them off, but ended up pulling away to talk.

"Lift up your hips." Sena did so and his pants and underwear followed the rest of the discarded clothes. The bench was a little colder on his bare bum than he expected but it didn't detract from his erection at all. As Hiruma was turning back to him, Sena decided he didn't want to wait for him to take complete control again. He definitely wanted both of them to be naked right now, not half clothed like last time. Sena began fiddling with Hiruma's pant buttons, furiously blushing and not looking up.

Sena got it undone without any problem, but hesitated when it came to the zipper. He could feel Hiruma's gaze bearing into the back of his neck and he was painfully reminded of the first time they had had sex, when he hadn't done anything. But he wanted to now.

His boyfriend's pants seemed harder to get off than his own had been. Sena pulled them down a few inches, gulping at the package that was very apparent and very right in his face. After staring at it a second, he pulled himself together and touched it gingerly through the briefs. It felt just like his own, only bigger--much bigger than he remembered it (although he technically had never seen it.)

He felt Hiruma shift, leaning over him farther and pressing his hips into Sena's tentative hand. Sena swallowed again, leaving his mouth open a little, and tightened his grip. He rubbed, trying to mimic what Hiruma had done to him. He felt Hiruma's hand rest on his shoulder, shifting some of his weight down onto him, and then mumbled something that Sena couldn't make out. Well, that was a good sign, right?

After a few good strokes, Sena knew what he had to do next, but it scared him even more. He kept telling himself 'one step at a time' but it didn't seem to be helping. Sena tugged gently on the elastic band of Hiruma's underwear, pulling it down so that it was parallel with the top of the jeans. They were sort of stuck on his hard-on, so Sena could only see the bright blond hairs that pointed the way down into his pants. He shyly struggled with them for a minute, happy that Hiruma hadn't busted in yet to hurry him up, and eventually got them halfway down his (surprisingly) thin thighs.

Sena stopped, deathly embarrassed and not prepared for the confrontation with Hiruma's perky penis only a few inches from his face. He reached out and touched it again, wrapping both his hands around it firmly. They hadn't pulled out the lube yet, so it was harder to rub now that was skin on skin. Sena thought of something he could do now (since he was well versed in those dirty yaoi comic books) but it seemed gross and he'd never done it before and that was one huge penis.

But now Hiruma was rubbing where the hair on the back of his neck was, sometimes gently pulling it, and encouraged him to continue with a noise made by the back of his throat. Sena gulped again and slowly inched forward, still incapable of refusing Hiruma. Besides that, he didn't want to mess this up since he had been craving the other boy so badly over the last few weeks.

He started with his tongue first, barely pressing it on the tip of Hiruma's erection. This time he actually sensed a shiver run through his boyfriend's body and for some reason Sena suddenly felt proud. Yeah, he could definitely do this.

The running back opened his mouth a little more, taking the erection past his lips easier than he thought it would have gone. Hiruma's grip tightened on the back of his neck, pushing it into his mouth forward another half an inch. Sena closed his eyes again and licked what he could of Hiruma's erection, figuring that the more he moved his tongue around the better it would feel.

Apparently it was working. Hiruma was pushing farther into his mouth when he could manage, Sena barely able to keep up and not choke. It was exactly terrible, but if Sena could pull away without Hiruma being disappointed he so would. Not only was it strange to have that…thing… in his mouth, but he knew what came out when he got really happy and what they had had to clean up the last time and he didn't want that in his mouth either. Gross.

He lasted probably half a minute until he couldn't take any more. Sena gagged when he felt the tip of Hiruma's penis hit somewhere in the back of his throat, unable to prevent it even if he wanted to. The older kid probably got the hint, since he backed up and withdrew from Sena's mouth. He tried not to look pathetic when their eyes finally met, but he felt guilty about not lasting longer than he did.

In response, Hiruma leaned way down and kissed him deeply, making Sena think that he hadn't been phased at all by anything they had been doing one way or the other. But he could tell Hiruma's breathing was heavy and rushed and he had been making some noises a moment earlier after all.

For a moment, Sena thought that Hiruma was pushing him away. They had broken contact again and Hiruma was pressing on Sena's shoulders, the boy resisting without thinking too much about it. He was getting a little confused.

"Lean back, fucking boyfriend," Hiruma clarified. Sena raised his eyebrow, but did so anyway. He had forgotten for a moment that they were in the locker room, him now spread (precariously) naked on the thin bench that sat in between the two sets of cubbies.

Before Hiruma could cover him, Sena shot back up, prompting a raised eyebrow out of Hiruma.

"T-take…Will you take off your pants first?" Sena asked shyly, gently tugging on them. Hiruma looked like he was going to laugh but swung his leg over the side of the bench anyway and stood up straight, slipping them off and onto the ground.

"How's that?" he asked, smirking and displaying his naked body for Sena to see. Sena blushed brightly again but didn't look away. He hadn't gotten a good look last time after all…

Hiruma let him have a moment before positioning himself over the top of the player again. He pushed Sena onto his back again, never breaking eye contact, and the younger boy could feel the sex vibes oozing out of him. Sena shivered again.

Sena's legs were spread so far apart that he couldn't stretch them out all the way comfortably. He bent them at the knee a little, shy from the look that had never faded from Hiruma's face. They kissed again, quickly this time, and Sena let Hiruma slid his hand down his thigh, going underneath to cup his butt. While he was fondling the other kid, Hiruma suddenly frowned a little uncomfortably.

"The bench…" he started, then cleared his throat. "Is it okay?" he didn't bother to repeat anything. Sena's blush (that had just barely gone away) came back, surprised and pleased by Hiruma's worry.

"Y-yes…" Sena swallowed loudly and firmly gripped both sides of the bench beside his hips. He was ready.

Hiruma slid his hands down to the back of Sena's knees, lifting them up off the ground and bringing them together over the top of Sena's hips. He moved both into one of his hands, easily supporting the weight and leaving the other one free. Next he lifted them both up so that he had excellent access to the kid's ass.

Gripping the bench beneath him harder, Sena closed his eyes for a moment, try to get rid of his embarrassment. He couldn't see Hiruma very well now, so he couldn't judge his expressions or even see what he was doing. The boy probably would have fallen off the bench (if he hadn't been holding on so hard) when Hiruma simply licked his finger and started poking at Sena's hole.

"H-hey!" he exclaimed. Where was the lube? And the condom, where was that?

Hiruma waited a while to respond, making sure his finger was completely in and touching Sena's prostate. The boy squeaked, forgetting for a moment that there was something wrong.

"I'm ready to go, thanks to you," Hiruma said, indicating his erection in an evil and teasing fashion. Sena blushed, embarrassed again. Hiruma pulled out and licked two of his fingers now. "You're looser than last time--" he started, but Sena interrupted, probably the first time ever.

"Wh-where… there's no condom?" he was a little worried, since that was the only thing that he had known about sex before reading comics about it.

Hiruma pushed his fingers in slowly, again not answering until it was convenient.

"St-stop…" Sena flushed, unable to lower his legs or stop Hiruma in any other way. He flicked over Sena's happy spot again, bringing a moan out of the boy.

"It's in the other room," Hiruma finally responded, not making any sort of effort to go and get it.

"..Go-go… get… it…" Sena's knuckles were white and it was all that he could do to keep talking. Hiruma was thrusting his fingers in and out, spreading them open as he went and hitting that spot every time.

"If you want it so bad…" he smirked at Sena over his knees. "You go get it."

Sena gulped, legs shaking from the pleasure he was feeling. As much as he thought it was a bad decision, he couldn't get up and walk to the other room either.

Hiruma smirked again upon realizing the decision and retracted his fingers from inside Sena. He lowered Sena's thighs so they rested on his own hips, positioning his erection so it was poking Sena's opening.

Still holding Sena's hips a few inches above the bench with his thighs and left hand, Hiruma used the other one to help slid his penis in more efficiently.

"St-st-stop…" Sena choked, eyes starting to leak again. "It… hurts…" More than it did last time anyway. It must have been because they didn't have much lube.

He looked up at Hiruma hovering over him. He seemed like he was barely keeping a straight face, showing signs of their sex through heavy breathing and inability to listen to Sena.

"I…can't…" He had slowed down a lot, but was unable to completely stop. Sena didn't say anything more, too intrigued by the face Hiruma was making (although trying desperately not to). Their eyes met with the same intensity as before, shivers flashing through Sena's arms and neck.

"H-Hiruma…" It wasn't quite a whine. Sena lifted one of his hands off the bench and grasped on to Hiruma's bare neck, barely reaching it. He tried to lean over Sena farther, but the bench only allowed for so much room while still staying balanced. "Ah…Ahhh…." Hiruma was completely inside now, panting hard enough that he needed to leave his mouth open a little.

"Fucking…boy...friend…" He wiggled his hips around a little, barely brushing Sena's prostate.

He bit his lip, silently letting Hiruma know that he wasn't satisfied yet.

Hiruma pulled out less than an inch and thrust back in, pleasing Sena more than before.

"Ahh… Mmm… H-Hiruma…!" Sena squeezed his eyes closed again and Hiruma increased his thrusts, making the bench bounce a little. The running back was just glad that it had stopped hurting and began to felt good. He was also happy to see more of a reaction out of Hiruma this time, instead of his everyday stoic face.

That familiar feeling of heat rushing to his face was back, only this was three or four times more intense. Somehow he felt like he was going to burst, starting at his cock. To show his feeling, Sena began to moan more and more loudly, every once in a while calling Hiruma's name.

Somehow over the top of it he heard Hiruma mumble something and simple had to know what it was.

"Wh-what?" Sena controlled himself and looked up at Hiruma for the two seconds that he could. Afterwards he had to close his eyes again.

Hiruma grinned evilly, some composure regained. "I said… that you were a little slut…"

"Ahhh….Annn… N-n-n-no…" Hiruma began pumping particularly harder at this point, not that Sena could have gotten out a decent response anyway.

"Listen to you… moan…slut…" Sena's toes curled again, not sure why he was so turned on by the name. But everything that Hiruma was saying wasn't exactly not right.

"Ssssshut…" he couldn't get 'up' out, not that he wanted to say that to someone scary like Hiruma anyway. "Oh God…I…I…" Sena dug his nails into Hiruma's shoulder, arching his back abruptly and thrusting his hips as much as he could.

As he reached his peak his butt clenched automatically and Sena heard some grunts from Hiruma's direction. This felt… just …so good… He felt like something was caught in his throat, unable to spill out any more moans or mews or anything.

And now he felt something else on top of his orgasm… Hiruma had come, too, right up his ass. It didn't feel as nasty like he imagined it would--it was actually a little erotic (although Sena would never admit that to anyone ever).

His tense body slowly relaxed, heat still flushing his face and making him feel light-headed. Sena looked at Hiruma through half closed eyes, and took a moment to think about how lucky he was that Hiruma liked him. Mmmmmm. Yeah.

Suddenly Sena felt wonderful, like he had no problems in the world and had just finished a raunchy round of sex with the person he loved and didn't have to wake up and they could just fall asleep and be happy together forever…

That was the feeling he had, though he definitely saw the differences. He didn't love Hiruma (yet) and the couldn't fall asleep on this tiny hard bench.

Hiruma suddenly fell on top of him, distracting him from the forming inner monologue on love and sex. He made some effort not to crush Sena, but the boy still found it a little hard to breath as the captain was about twice his size.

"Damn." Hiruma's hair was tickling the side of his face, his head resting right below Sena's collarbone.

"W-what?" Sena wasn't quite sure if he'd gotten full hold of himself yet. He rested his hands lightly on Hiruma's back, not sure what else to do with them. He also tried to look down at Hiruma's face, but that was impossible with all of the hair in the way. His boyfriend was acting a little strange again, but he had been under a lot of stress, too, more than just the problems with Mamori and Suzuna. Sena had forgotten about that.

Hiruma was just silent in response, taking a few deep breaths that sounded like sighs. They laid there, strangely calm and silent for a minute or so. Just when Sena had started feeling uncomfortable (his legs were falling asleep, his back hurt from sex, the stuff up his bum felt like it was getting more at home in a way he didn't like, and needless to say, Hiruma was heavy) Hiruma pushed himself off, slowly standing up to stretch and look at Sena with a smirk.

Sena only blushed, looking away after a second. Hiruma rummaged around for something in his locker, turning away from the running back, who took the opportunity to check out Hiruma's butt and gangly legs. He couldn't turn away fast enough when Hiruma had found what he was looking for, so he just blushed more and held the other's look. Hiruma pulled a tissue out of the packet and tossed the rest to Sena.

"Thanks…" he said, looking at the packet, embarrassed.

"Of course." Hiruma was still grinning menacingly.

Sena got to work cleaning up his own stomach and then his bum. It didn't take too long, though he didn't get all of it out. Oh well, he would take a shower that night and make more of an effort. Right now he probably needed to head towards home. He was sure they had been there for a while now and he was planning on going to Mamori's house sometime… Actually, maybe he should put that off again…

He stood and stretched too, realizing that Hiruma was already putting his clothes back on. If they had been somewhere else, maybe they would have been okay with walking around naked for a while, but if there was still anyone at the school, that would be weird. Sena struggled into his underwear, trying not to be clumsy about it, and was reaching for his dress shirt when he heard something from the other room. Hiruma must have heard it too, because they both perked up at the same time, turned towards the door that lead to the main club area.

A second of tense silence later, Sena sighed in relief. It was only his cell phone. Still struggling his shirt on, he headed to where he had left his bag. It was dark enough outside that the room appeared very dark as well, opposite from when he had first entered. Only the lights in the locker room were on.

Hiruma had turned back to getting dressed as soon as Sena left the room. The small boy rubbed his eyes, trying to get adjusted to the dark. The only the light he had to help him make out the items in the room was the one blazing brightly behind him. Sena reached down and grabbed his bag, pulling out his phone that had just stopped ringing.

"…just mom…" he mumbled, turning back towards the locker room when something else caught his eye. Turning his full attention towards the front door, Sena's face slackened in horror.

"M-M-Mamori?"

She was wearing the same look that he was.