Chapter 13

Stay with me.

The low murmur between kisses and whispers against the skin.

Stay with me.

The words spoken in between breathless delight and the meaning in their passionate gazes.

Stay with me.

The urgency and desperation to be one with the other.

All these conveys the simple phrase, "Stay with me."

Hiruma watches the moon from the window as he waits for his lover to come back from the bathroom. Draped in nothing but the blanket, he sits on the carpeted floor with his back against the side of the bed.

Mamori goes out on her bathrobe. She walks to him and sits in front of him. Hiruma opens up his arms and accepted her inside the warmth of the blanket.

"How lovely." She compliments the bright moon.

Hiruma places his head on her shoulder and plants a kiss on her neck, "too fucking bright."

"The moon was also like this back when I became the manager of the Devil Bats." Mamori reminisces, "I used to look at it while reading about American football."

"Tch. You learned about the game in just one night and the next fucking day you stroll in the clubroom like you fucking knew everything. Fucking miss know-it-all."

Mamori frowns a bit. "You were impressed though."

"I did not say such a fucking thing."

"You ate my rice balls though."

"I was hungry... and they were fucking free."

Mamori giggles. It sounds like musical bells to Hiruma making him chuckle a bit.

Nostalgia sends goosebumps onto his skin. It feels like the newbie manager he met long time ago is a hundred years different from the woman he is cuddling at this moment.

He teases her both by his words and his touch.

"You used to say Sena this and Sena that and stop picking on Sena. It was so fucking annoying." As he speaks Hiruma caresses Mamori's breasts from behind.

Slowly his hands go down. She parts her legs, anticipating the touch of his fingers. She is wet already and as such he goes on and plays with her clit.

"Hiruma..." a moan escapes from her lips with his name on it.

"Now," Hiruma says, quite satisfied, "I'm the only name you will speak of so fucking tenderly."

There is pride in his words. It isn't like he is jealous of the shrimp, he is, if a description is needed, more likely described as "competitive". It is in his design to take what he wants and to use what he needs. He knew that Mamori only agreed to be in the team because of Sena and he could not take her away from him. In fact, he was counting on that. But seeing her blossomed into a girl he actually wants and needs for himself, there was no way that he could ever let go of that.

She became more than a lure for Sena; she became his manager.

These recollection brings a glint in Hiruma's eyes. He is more than willing to show her how much she wants her.

Hiruma goes on to touch her, tracing around the lips and further spreading her juices. His long fingers goes in to her and she slides down for him to push in deeper. His other hand massages her breast, tracing around her hard nipples just barely grazing it. All the while Hiruma's lips kisses her neck, licking the skin from her shoulders up and nibbling her hears from behind.

"Youichi..." she calls as he pushes two fingers inside her.

His hand drenched in her, he goes on slipping his fingers in and then out to rub her clit. He plays her like an instrument as she makes the sound of love-laced music with his name all over it.

No...not Sena. His name. And not in that sickening mother hen voice but in a seductive moan.

It is more than he had ever imagined.

His other hand reaches down as well. He caresses her clit as the other hand pumps in and out of her.

Mamori screams, her mind going blank as labored breathing made her chest rise and fall.

She is almost there but somehow she wants more of him. She pushes herself forward, extends her hand and leans forward. She looks back at Hiruma with pleading eyes.

Hiruma slaps her ass, receiving a quick "ah!" from Mamori.

"You're a horny horny little girl." Hiruma says as he grabs her waist and slides inside of her.

She is still dripping wet from his finger-play making it easy for him to go inside.

His thickness inside her makes her feel ecstatic. She can feel her knees weakening as he fills her insides. Her mind cannot possibly think of anything else but the surge of pure pleasure as he thrusts deeper inside her.

Hiruma pushes himself faster urged by Mamori's screams.

As he thrusts, he can feel Mamori clasping on to him. She then goes tighter making Hiruma go slower. He can feel her orgasming while he is inside as he sees her elbows giving up from supporting her weight. Hiruma pulls out of her and instantly her waist drops.

Hiruma leans his back on the bed and watches Mamori panting. Her bathrobe is in disarray so she decides to just take the whole thing off.

Mamori then sits up. She crawls softly towards Hiruma who welcomes her with an embrace. Mamori snuggles to him as he wraps his arms around the naked woman in front of him.

Mamori can hear his heart drumming in her ears. It is indeed a wonderful sound. He is here with her right now, alive and well, after all those things.

Hiruma tightens his embrace around her. Mamori can clearly hear his heart beating faster.

Mamori looks up and tries to look at Hiruma but he pulls her closer and rests his head on his shoulders.

"Don't fucking look."

His arms are tensed. He holds her tightly but in control as to not suffocate her. Just when he finally got what he wanted the world threathened to take her away. He was worried the whole time. She got hurt under his watch. She was almost taken from him.

She almost died.

He is competitive and once he gets his prize he can only go forward. And he cannot imagine what life can be like anymore without her at his side.

The beast inside his chest is there again. The anxiety and fear as well as the devilish anger. He frightens himself sometimes, there are thoughts so dark that he doesn't even want to acknowledge. He doesn't know what he would do if Mamori got truly harmed with the encounter. He doesn't know how he could ever stop himself when the devil's anger is unleashed.

Mamori touches his face as she slowly pushes away. He turns his face towards her and smiles.

Hiruma doesn't cry. Even as his eyes water and a tear run down his face, he still doesn't cry.

"I am here" Mamori looks into his eyes engraving the words to his soul.

"A lot of things happened and they were truly horrible. But what is important is that I am here and you are mine."

Hiruma smirks a bit.

"A little bit selfish there, fucking manager."

Mamori sits up, "I am selfish." She speaks with a blushing face.

"No matter where we go, no matter what we do... I want you to be mine."

Hiruma just grins. This selfishness isn't like her but he sure enjoys it. He has been pushing himself towards her and for her to insist on keeping him is nothing but bliss to him. This is the woman he had decided to treat at his equal. Not a minion. Not a tool. He is his manager.

Mamori lifts herself and positions her entrance on his still erect penis, "Are you mine?"

Mamori lands on him allowing him to go inside her so easily. Hiruma touches her breasts as Mamori moves her hips.

Mamori pushes herself onto him as Hiruma suckles on her breasts. Mamori embraces his head as he wraps his arms around her. His fingers slid down and grabs her legs pulling her closer as she thrusts.

Hiruma looks at her seriously. Her hair shines as the moon peeks behind her. Her eyes almost glows in the dark behind her half opened lids. Her breathing is almost audible as she moans and pants.

She is breathtakingly beautiful.

"I am yours." He speaks, willing to show her how much he needs her.

Hiruma then pushes her forward. Mamori is taken by surprise. The next thing she knew she is lying on her back with her legs raise up. Hiruma places a leg on top of his shoulder as the other is wrapped around his waist.

The thrill of control can never leave him.

He pushes himself in, going slower than earlier.

She can feel him inside. Throbbing as his flesh completely fills her. As she tightens her grip around him he feels harder. He is hers completely.

Hiruma gasps as he can feel that he is about to burst. Mamori, on the other hand, had long lost her words indulging herself in their love making.

The two climax twitching with each wave of their orgasms.

xxx

Mamori finally had the deepest sleep that she had not had for days. All her worries are now over and she can finally rest. She smiles a bit as she drifts into her dreams all the while snuggled to him.

Hiruma sits on the bed lazily touching her hair as he looks at the laptop's screen. Finally everything feels right again. He doesn't have to hold back any annoying emotions or to bear with torture and blackmail. Although, he had felt how it was at the other end of the stick it will still not stop him from blackmailing other people.

"Don't fucking get me wrong" he murmured, closing the page on the latest update of the boss he just caught and threw in jail.

That kind of vulnerabilty was his first time and the whole thing just sickens him. He will never let anyone toy with them ever again.

But that's all in the past now. Like she said, the important thing is that she is here and he is hers.

He sighs as he catches a glimpse of the prize he won after all that. He feels lighter as the thought of coming home and sleeping next to her enters his mind. He can do this in a hundred lifetimes.

Hiruma looks back at the screen and opens his personal files. Included there are the files of everyone from the Devil Bats including the new ones. He can do this forever, just keeping an eye on the team he had worked hard for to have.

He moves the arrow to one of the folders marked 'Managers'.

He opens Mamori's files, scans the latest documents. He raises a brow with what he sees.

He had almost forgotten about graduating from Highschool and now that he is reminded of it maybe he should set up the stage for his next goal. Of course, he will not let her not be a part of it.

"Heh, interesting fucking manager..." he says as he looks at Mamori's University applications.

He smirks, "so very fucking interesting."