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Training	By : Jhessail Category: +. to F > Eyeshield 21 Views: 8797 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Eyeshield 21, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-Training
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Warnings

HirumaSena Yaoi Smut (This chapter includes Rim and Anal)

Language (Thank you Hiruma)

PWP (Plot, What Plot?)

Disclaimer: I do not own Eyeshield 21, simple as that.
Training
Sena wasn't quite sure how he got into this situation. The day had been normal enough, struggling a little bit with the classroom, and going to practice like he did everyday. So why was he now up against a wall, being forced to hold a towel rack for support while his lower body was basically in the air, his legs hanging and even though he tried to touch the ground, the one holding him in the air prevented that. Sena's face was flushed in embarrassment, and his arms trembled as the figure behind him started to slowly slip his uniform pants down.
"H-Hiruma-san." Sena's voice came out like a squeak, even if he didn't it want it to. It was overwhelmingly embarrassing and he wished his voice had been a bit stronger. The blonde demon ignored his whimper, though his finger decided to go up upon Sena's spine. The brunet whimpered at the slow teasing touch and his grip on the towel rack tensed up. "Hiruma-san!" Sena protested as the green slacks were dropped off, broadcasting his underwear. There was the somewhat evil kekekeke that only Hiruma could make before a long finger slowly slipped into the boxers to play with the crack of Sena's ass. The only thing preventing Sena from letting go at that moment was the fear of falling flat on his face on the tile.
"Keep a tight hold on that fucking pole you fucking shrimp." With the affirmed threat, Sena's grip tightened so hard that he could see his hand was almost glowing in pain, and normally Sena would have felt how tight the grip was hurting his fists but he was currently distraught as his boxers were quickly forced down. The cold air gripped his entire lower half and Sena gave a gasp at the abrupt sense of air. It was slightly pleasurable, yet Sena hadn't been expecting it at all.
Why was Hiruma doing this in the first place? How had he been so innocently led out here anyway? Sena could feel the faint memory of Mamori-neechan telling him to go wash off, and go ahead and do it in the girl's washroom because she had said something about people wanting to 'peek' at Sena. Sena hadn't really registered what she meant by that, but now he definitely understood.
All of Sena's thoughts ran away when he felt something strange slicking across his very pure area.
"Hiiee!" Sena squeaked, not quite proud of the noise that came from his mouth. The blush across his face spread even further and a few more noises accompanied the next as he could feel the slick muscle of Hiruma's probe and tease around his sensitive area. The tongue then started to trace up his spine and Sena felt his entire body shake with heat. He yelped slightly as Hiruma's sharp mouth started to nibble and kiss his back. "Hi-Hiruma-san-" Sena tried to protest, his mind finally realizing that this was wrong.
"Shut up." And with those words, Sena clamped his mouth shut. Hiruma was always frightening, especially if it was something he wanted...and...Sena felt his face flush even harder at the thought of what Hiruma was doing. So his mouth spoke, even if he was afraid of the answer from the demon's mouth.
"W-Why are you-OO" Sena's entire body jumped as Hiruma leaned against him entirely and sucked his neck, and Sena felt like he was enjoying that deeply as it was a sensitive area. Sena cursed inwardly, knowing that Hiruma knew just from the muscle stretching exercises they had all done together as a group. Sena didn't want to be so easily manipulated, but...ah...
"I told you to shut up, you fucking shrimp." Sena tried to stop the sounds from erupting from his mouth but with Hiruma's tongue and teeth playing with his neck, his entire ability to concentrate was fazed entirely. Mewls and light moans kept coming and Sena found his face entirely red when Hiruma whispered into his ear, "Though, you can go ahead and keep making those noises if you want." A shudder ran down though his entire body and shyly he let his body voice its choice of vocals. Hiruma's evil laugh came back and Sena found himself gasping as the slick deviled tongue went back to its original idea and had fun with Sena's tight hole. Sena had nearly almost forgotten that he was holding on something when his grip nearly slipped because he had became relaxed, and Hiruma growled as Sena had to readjust his trembling arms.
But that didn't deter Hiruma much, as he adjusted to Sena's readjustment, gripping the other teen a little harder and forcefully. Sena whimpered from the combination of pain and pleasure. Sena felt his head throw back as the wet tongue finally penetrated, making it the strangest feeling Sena had never had in his life. Then it started to move. Despite the strange feeling it gave him, Sena couldn't help but give the noises that he was sure that Hiruma enjoyed. He was lubricating him, Sena suddenly thought, a blush as he realized that Hiruma was going to do a lot more then he thought.
The tongue stopped its administrations and Sena felt his entire heart freeze and his body stilled in slight fear. His grip was really trembling, he wasn't sure if he could keep holding on the towel rack. "Don't you fucking dare let go." Hiruma threatened the brunet and Sena just lightly nodded, breathing tensely. "Fucking relax fucking shrimp." Though that was hard, Sena thought, as he could feel something near his hole, circling lightly and almost gently. Sena's body was just tensing up more and more, and it didn't help that he still had to hold himself up.
"Hi-Hiruma-san..." Sena tried again, only to be interrupted as Hiruma completely bit into his neck. Surprisingly, Sena found that he liked it, he screamed in delight and squirmed but ended up yelping as Hiruma gripped his hips tightly, forgetting the act of messaging Sena's ass.
"Stay still." He growled, and the brunet felt he had no choice but to do as the blonde asked. Satisfied with the complete submission of the younger classman, Hiruma let his thumbs play with Sena's ass, giving his little evil mischievous laugh as Sena moaned. It was then Sena then noticed that he was hard, and it almost felt painful, he was tempted to reach down and relieve the stress. Hiruma seemed to sense Sena's wavering need to hold unto the towel rack and growled again. "I said to fucking stay still." Hiruma growled and Sena whimpered.
"Hiruma-san...I..." He felt embarrassment flood all across his body, "I...I want to..." He didn't want to say anymore.
"Oh is that all?" Hiruma teased and Sena gasped loudly as a hand grasped around an area only he had touched before.
"HIRUMA-SAN!" The hand around his cock started to move in a taunting gentle motion and, OH, it felt marvelous. Sena didn't last long and he came with a loud cry, his arms almost letting go if Hiruma hadn't pushed him against the wall. The sticky substance that Sena had created flooded the wall and Sena felt a tired wave wash over him. "Hiruma-san..." Sena tried to thank the blonde demon only to squeak as a finger slicked its way in. The brunet felt his entire body tense and shake and shudder,
"Fuck." Hiruma cursed in his normal way, "You're going to be tight shrimp," Sena felt flattered, considering Hiruma said his nick-name in a somewhat affectionate matter. "But you need to fucking relax." Hiruma hissed and Sena nodded, gulping and breathing slowly to relax his muscles. The finger probed in further and swirled, Sena was just grateful he hadn't let go of the towel rack. The teen jumped when another finger joined the first, and swirled and twisted, stretching Sena's hole and he found himself whimpering and moaning, despite the fact he wasn't really in any great pleasure.
Taking that thought back now.
Sena threw his head back again, seeing stars and he couldn't even make a sound from the astounding pleasure that jumped all around. "There?" Hiruma muttered lightly, playing with the area that made Sena gasping for more.
"Hiruma-san!" The teen found himself yelling the blonde's name, breathing it as though it was an absolute necessity to live, and it might be if Hiruma ever decided to stop. A groan of disappointment exited his mouth as the fingers stopped.
"You like that you fucking shrimp?" Sena nodded rapidly, eager to feel more. And all too soon, he cried as he felt penetrated by what he was sure was Hiruma's cock. Almost eagerly, Hiruma reached to his face, twisting it and licking the tears that unconsciously fell from Sena's brown eyes. Sena could feel Hiruma's arm wrapped tightly around his waist to keep his body still in the air, and he felt really grateful that Hiruma didn't immediately move. "Relax shrimp, relax." Hiruma hissed, and the teen was surprised to hear a little bit of wavering in the blonde's voice. Hiruma's voice was always confident. Sena had seen the man walk through a field of football players with both of his arms in incredible pain. The most flattering thought of it all was that Sena was sure he was causing Hiruma's discomfort. Still they stood still, Sena's arms trembling while his lower body still high in the air, and both of their bodies radiated heat for being together.
Needless to say, the impatient demon hovering over him couldn't keep at this silent pace and pulled out a little bit, only to thrust quickly back in. Sena yelped, but found his body being pulled and pushed with Hiruma's rhythm, and it happened at a surprisingly slow pace. Sena had never thought Hiruma would do this in this sort of manner, and soon found himself trying to go against the rhythm to create more of the delicious friction and the lovely sound that came with it. His arms closed in with the wall and pushed against the rack each time to aid in Hiruma's thrusts, which were slowly becoming more and more teasing to Sena. How Hiruma could have such patience to not just finish this, even Sena couldn't understand, knowing that the blonde quarterback was mostly impatient.
"Hiruma-san! Please!" He begged though, sensing that he had more stamina then he had thought earlier. The blonde just gave his usual malicious kind of smile and purposely slowed down. Sena found himself unconsciously whining, "Hiruma-san, please! Please..." What would one normally say in this kind of situation? Sena wasn't exactly sure, because he had been a virgin to these kind of things. So the brunet just bit his lips, still working in a pace to push against the wall and go towards the towel rack he clenched tightly, feeling that Hiruma was still thrusting in and out. "HIRUMA-SAN!" Sena yelled, as the blonde finally started to move a little harder, and the results were instantaneous. Like an eager puppy, Sena started to move faster, grunting and moaning against the blonde hooked eared demon, wanting desperately to coax him to go harder and faster without saying the words.
It finally happened, and for whatever reason the blonde's slow teasing stopped. The thrusts came fast and hard, nothing like Sena had expected. His delighted screams ran into the air as he felt Hiruma keeping a close hold and from the pace he moved in and out, Sena felt a little saliva drip from his mouth, which was quickly licked and covered by Hiruma. His cries of pleasure devoured whole by the clever blonde. One last thrust and Sena felt an explosion taking place and he felt his breath escape uneasily. Hiruma slowly let his body down, leaning it against the wall and his feet touched the ground again. Even in a gentler manner, Hiruma pried Sena's fingers away from the towel rack and helped clean off the mess mostly caused by the teen. He was sure he would have fallen if Hiruma wasn't holding unto him, and when he was moved a little bit, he could feel his hips growing sore.
He also had the suspicious feeling that his hands weren't going to get feeling for at least another hour and that his arms were going to be extremely sore in the morning. Embarrassingly, he glared at the green-eyed blonde, "Why did you do this?" He blinked as though he wasn't quite sure if he heard right (which Sena knew was an impossibility) and just shook his head, placing the brunet down on a blencher and started to leave.
"To train those arm muscles of yours, you fucking shrimp." Sena stared wide-eyed as the blonde closed the door as he left.
'EHHH!?'
---To be Continued---
This is a continuing fanfic, but it won't have more of the stuff mentioned in the summery until later chapters. Ahehe...anyway...this is my first posted lemon, I hope it was enjoyable, and I hope to see you all soon with another chapter! Also I'm sorry if Sena seemed a little OOC, it's probably my fault for reading too many innocent Sena fanfiction.
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