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Juumonji: The Games We Play

It was only as she stepped off the DDR machine half an hour after starting that she finally noticed that Sena had disappeared from sight. She checked the group that she could see spread around the arcade, then repeated the process another two times – the boy was so slight he could easily disappear behind any of the linesmen. Certain he wasn't to be found, she stepped over to Monta as he shot zombies.

"Monta-kun, have you seen Sena anywhere?"

"Mamori-san! Sena? No, he was over with Yuki-san five minutes ago. Did you want to..."

Whatever else he was going to say was lost as Mamori headed to see Yuki without a second's waste.

"Yukimitsu-san, do you know where Sena is? I can't find him anywhere!"

The thin man turned from where he was watching Kuroki and Toganou frantically direct their avatars to kick and punch the other's.

"Sena-kun left with Jumonji-san, just a minute ago actually. I think they mentioned something about checking out the back of the arcade."

She nodded and thanked him, heading to the area he had motioned. It was a lot quieter in the area furthest from the front door as the older, less popular games were kept here. In fact there were only two people she could see, neither a short brunette, or tall blonde in sight.

She was about to turn to go check the other areas again when she noticed a darkened corner, mostly hidden by a large change machine.

"Game Over."

Tougano threw the controller back onto the stand, ignoring Kuroki's gloating gaze. He turned to Yukimitsu, so as not to look at the smug bastard.

"Was that Mamori just then?" He honestly didn't give a damn, but anything to take away from his disappointing loss was a good subject.

"Yes, she was looking for Sena. He and Jumonji did say they were heading to the back of the arcade, right?"

Tougano looked to Kuroki, their faces both expressing dawning horror.

"Shit."

"Manager!"

Mamori turned to face the two brothers as they skidded to a halt infront of her before edging their way around her on either side to block her path.

"Um... Sena wasn't feeling well earlier, so Jumonji said he'd take him home!"

She looked rather shocked at the outburst before getting slightly worried. "Sena's sick?"

Before either of them could respond, she pulled her mobile from her pocket and hit speed-dial – Sena's number was always the highest priority on her phone, unfortunately for the two thirds of the Huh-huh brothers who stood before her as, in the quiet of this area of the arcade, Sena's ringtone blatantly started ringing from behind them before they could make up more excuses as to why she shouldn't call him.

For a second she only started at her phone, then gave both Kuroki and Tougano a confused look and moving to go past them. She only grew more confused when they both leapt infront of her, holding their hands infront of them, trying to motion her back.

"You shouldn't go back there, Mamori-san... um... you see..."

Any excuse Kuroki managed to think of in that second became pointless when a lewd moan came from the area they stood mere feet from.

The three of them froze, Kuroki sporting a light blush across his cheeks from the sound whilst Tougano covered his eyes with his hand, despairingly. Mamori just stared, confused: wasn't Sena back there? Had they already left, and someone else had taken the spot, making those vocal noises? Sena had probably just forgotten his phone.

"Ju- Jumonji!"

Her face rapidly paled. That was Sena's voice, pleading with the larger blonde. Were they fighting? Had Jumonji hurt Sena in someway, causing him to moan in pain?

She easily pushed past the two linesmen, catching them offguard and sped around the corner, the words 'Stop bullying Sena' already on her lips, only to pause in shock, then horror at the sight before her, easily allowing Tougano and Kuroki to drag her away silently before either of the otherwise engaged pair noticed.

Sena smiled to himself happily, turning from watching the two not-brothers duking it out with each other to observe the rest of his teammates spread throughout the arcade having fun after a long afternoon of practise.

His smile only became larger when Jumonji slid up to his side, meshing their fingers together and giving a gentle tug.

"We're going to have a look around the back," he mumbled, ignoring the knowing looks he received from the blonde and brunette before they quickly returned to their fight.

They hardly needed to explore the area, the four of them had spent much free time – what little they got around practise anyway – in the arcade of late. All of them were aware of the small, dark area at the back of the arcade where broken games were kept that would eventually be fixed, or were being left to rot, no longer used by the patrons. And if Jumonji and Sena were a bit more acquainted with the area than most, well the two other not-brothers simply laughed a bit more at them.

The area was perfectly hidden behind a change machine, with a small entrance that was only really noticable from certain angles. There was a few slot machines and a pinball machine along the wall, with a broken air-hockey table in the very centre.

No one noticed when they slipped in, and an instant later Sena felt Jumonji's hands wrap around his waist and pulling him closer, their lips meeting for an urgent and almost violent kiss that left him gasping for breath, already feeling his lips begin to bruise from the harsh contact.

The hands around his waist slipped lower and cupped his rear before lifting, allowing Sena to wrap his legs around the blonde's waist. Seconds later he felt the air-hockey table underneath him and Jumonji's hands on his shoulders pushing him back to lay across the surface as he followed him on his knees, straddling his crotch and attacking his neck with his lips, teeth and tongue. Sena found his mind quickly hazing over and after a while – seconds, minutes or hours, he couldn't be sure – he couldn't stop the moans and cries that fell from his lips anymore.

"Jumonji!"

Sena valiantly fought the blush that wanted to stain his cheeks when they made their way back to the front of the arcade and Hiruma – who sat in a corner with his laptop open before him – sent him a knowing smirk. He was used to that reaction from Kuroki and Tougano: they had been the ones who convinced Jumonji to ask him out after all, but being on the receiving end of one of Hiruma's smirks, in regards to a personal issue such as this, was unnerving. He looked away as Hiruma pulled out one of his many mobiles only to jump in shock as his own phone vibrated whilst his ringtone started playing, informing him of a new message.

Tempted to ignore it however knowing it would be best to get it out of the way, he opened the message, almost holding the phone away from him in fear of what might happen when opening a message from the devil himself.

He was relieved to see only words before him: "I've got some pictures you might be interested in, fucking shrimp. And nice scarf."

He blushed at the last part, fingering the light scarf he had wrapped around his neck, hiding many red marks from sight. The first part confused him though, until he noticed Jumonji blushing, having read the message over his shoulder, and realised it probably wasn't really meant for him, more to torment the blonde.

He closed the message to put his phone away, only to receive a notification that he had missed a call fifteen minutes ago from Mamori. Spotting her sitting at a table, surprisingly with Kuroki and Tougano, he made his way over to them, feeling his boyfriend following close behind him.

"Sorry I missed your call, Mamori-neechan. Was there something you wanted?"

Juumonji was actually the second fic I wrote, don't know how he ended up appearing so late...

For this series of fics I'm just about out, only got one half-finished one left, but don't know when inspiration will return...

SO... I'll start posting some of the other ones :D

Hope you liked it!