Mamori Doesn't Know

Disclaimer: I own nothing my bitches and hoes.
If any wants to know why I wrote this fic, it's 'cause I'm a bitch and I felt like it. ^~ Ya-Ha! And the song is so Hiruma's style. And here I said I wasn't going to do another song fic... oh well. All the better for you guys.
Warnings:
Mamori bashing!
Lemon
A lot of lemon...
Now Read and Review!!
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Mamori Doesn't Know

~*~
Hey!!!!!!

Mamori doesn't know,
That Sena and me,
Do it in my van every Sunday.
~*~

They were bent and twisted at odd angles thrusting and moving against each other in the backseat of a mini-van. That belonged to Sena's parents. The fact that they hadn't caught on to anything yet was a miracle considering how often they did this.

"Why do you like doing it here so much? We're going to get caught eventually." They were parked in a lovers point area that had a rather romantic view of the city. There were a few other cars parked here and there with couples doing the same thing they were.

"You don't find it thrilling?" Sena squirmed. "Anyway, you look cute when you're all nervous like that."

"Hi-Hiruma-san!" Sena blushed and started squirming around in embarrassment. Which wasn't helping matters since they were still rather intimately joined.

"Stop moving around so much fucking chibi!"

~*~
He tells her he's in church,
But he doesn't go,
Still he's on his knees, and...
~*~

Hiruma leaned back in the chair watching as Sena shyly knelt down in front of him. The brunette started undoing Hiruma's belt fumbling only a little from nerves. He leaned up, one hand on the blonde's thigh, and kissed him. His other hand palmed the hardness he could feel responding to him.

Pulling the erection free of it's confines Sena squeezed it gently down toward the bottom of the shaft. Running his tongue over his lips to get them good and wet, Sena looked up at Hiruma. Opening his mouth just slightly he blew lightly on tip.

Sena decided to just dive in and eagerly licked at Hiruma's shaft swiping his tongue along the full length before swirling it around the head. He repeated the action a few times getting his lover nice and wet.

Trying to be at least a little romantic about the act he placed a few sweet kisses about the tip and sides. An agitated huff from the blonde said that he didn't appreciate the gesture and rather Sena get on with it. The brunette pouted up at his lover and after a moment Hiruma averted his eyes. Sena 1 Hiruma 0.

But he decided to placate his boyfriend anyway and wrapped his lips around the head of Hiruma's member. He gently fluttered his tongue along the slit while suckling. He felt a hand rest on the back of his head to try and urge him down further.

Sena blushed before going down quickly and taking as much of his cock as he could get into his mouth. It wasn't much, but Sena was still just a beginner. Moving at a rather sedate pace the brunette started to slide up and down on his cock.

Wrapping his right hand around what he couldn't fit in mouth he moved it in rhythm with his sucking and he heard Hiruma start to groan and pant. Looking up he found the blonde staring at him intensely. Hiruma always loved to watch him do this.

The pulsing heat in his mouth was heavy on tongue, yet it felt good. It had taken a little while to get used to but he enjoyed going down on his boyfriend. Considering all the things Hiruma did to him, it was the least he could do.

The grip in his hair tightened and he was pushed a little further down. Hiruma had a tendency to want to start thrusting when he was close, so Sena backed of a little bringing his hands more into play.

"Hiruma-kun!" They both choked when Mamori burst into the room. Fortunately there was a table between them, Hiruma's back to her and Sena was completely hidden from view. "Have you seen Sena?"

The brunette was about to pull off, but Hiruma's hand firmly kept him in place. The brat was not just going to get up with some lame excuse about having dropped something.

"How the hell should I know where he is?" Hiruma shifted his hips, moving in and out of Sena's mouth. "He's probably with the fucking saru."

"Mou, Hiruma-kun! Don't just brush me off. I know you know where he is."

"Leave me alone fucking manager. I have better things to do with my time." He turned around signaling the end of the conversation. Mamori huffed, but turned to leave.

Sena was staring up at him indignantly now, a thin line of cum dripping from the corner of his mouth. Well, he'd finally gotten Sena to swallow.

~*~
Mamori doesn't know, oh.
Mamori doesn't know-oh.
So don't tell Mamori!
Mamori doesn't know,
Mamori doesn't know.
SO DON'T TELL MAMORI!

Sena says he's out shopping,
But he's under me and I'm not stopping.
~*~

"Mn, ah!" Sena's eyes slowly fluttered opened to Hiruma hovering over him.

The blonde's hands were seemed to be everywhere at once, touching, teasing. Hiruma molesting him in his sleep didn't bother him as much as it used to and Sena found himself already quite aroused.

Sena suddenly felt the leaking tip of Hiruma's member at his entrance and his eyes widened in shock. Surely he wasn't planning to... The look on the blonde's face said that indeed he was.

"W-wait! Hiaaa!!" Sena tossed his head back as he was penetrated in one swift stroke. The brunette whimpered a bit, it didn't hurt as much as he had expected it to, but still. "Hidoi..."

"Are you alright?" Hiruma leaned down to kiss and lick at his neck.

"I'm okay." Sena smiled. "Just don't do that again."

"Tch. You never let me play rough." He started to suck a mark onto Sena's neck when he was pushed away.

"Not where people can see! Mamori-neechan found the last one you made and I was barely able to pass it off as just a bruise." Hiruma growled.

"I thought we agreed that you wouldn't mention the fucking managers name in bed?" He thrust his hips sharply and Sena moaned. "Maybe I'll just have to erase her name from your vocabulary."

"Ah, dame, oohhh!" Sena wrapped his arms around Hiruma's neck and clung to him as he felt his lovers cock pound into him at a fast pace.

Sena was suddenly having trouble thinking and could distantly hear the headboard hitting the wall. He squirmed and started pushing back, loving moans escaping his throat as they became a little more frenzied.

Hiruma braced one hand on the bed and used the other to hold Sena's hip. He wasn't going to last much longer at this rate. Really, the kid was such a cocktease. He hadn't been able to resist going one more round that night. He heard Sena's breath hitch before he started to claw desperately at his back.

"I-I can't take it! I'm going to...!"

"Then do it."

The pair arched into each other as they came.

~*~
Cuz Mamori doesn't know,
Mamori doesn't know,
Mamori doesn't know,
Mamori doesn't know.
So don't tell Mamori.
Mamori doesn't knoooooow....
DON'T TELL MAMORI!

I can't believe she's so trusting,
While I'm right behind you thrusting.
~*~

Sena got down on his hands and knees to look under the bed. Where had he dropped that pen? He shouldn't have been surprised when he felt someone move on top of him. Rolling his eyes, he tried to crawl out from underneath his lover.

"Mou, Hiruma-san. I'm not in the mood today. I have homework to finish." Which was at least half true. His homework wasn't due until next week, but he couldn't just keep giving into Hiruma. It only encouraged him.

He felt the blonde start biting at his neck and renewed his struggles. Hiruma grabbed both of his wrists with one and held him still as he started to undress them both.

"I said no!" Which would have sounded more convincing if Sena hadn't whimpered it.

"Because of that fucking manager I haven't been able to fuck you for the last two weeks. I'm not passing up this chance!"

Hiruma kissed along his now bare spine and caressed Sena's rear a little before plunging one finger into him. The blonde started to finger fuck his little kitten and could feel his resistance give way. He smirked, the brat always gave in to him.

"Oh, Hiruma-san. Please! Don't tease..."

"Ho~? I thought you didn't want this." On that last word he rubbed his fingers against Sena's prostate and felt Sena push back against him. "I thought you wanted me to stop?"

"No, don't stop!" Sena rested his cheek against the cool hardwood floor beneath him and lifted his hip a little higher. "Please."

Hiruma smirked and only added a third finger as he continued to tease and torture Sena. He let go of Sena's wrists and held hi now free hand in front of the boy's mouth.

"Lick." The brunette lightly grasped his wrist and began to suckle his fingers one by one. Dragging his tongue over Hiruma's palm and lavishing attention on every callous, every crevice.

Taking his hand back, he used it to lubricate his aching member. Sometimes the kid was too sexy for his own good. Withdrawing his fingers, he spread Sena's legs a little more and pressed the head of his cock at Sena's entrance. The brunette tried to push back against him, but Hiruma held his hips still.

"Now who's eager?" He reached around and started stroking Sena's manhood as he slowly slid inside of him.

Sena cried out and pushed back against the blonde once he was balls deep inside him. It felt so good! He was at just the right angle to hit his prostate dead on. Pushing himself onto his hands he felt his back rub against Hiruma's still clothed chest.

"Damn. You're tight." Hiruma breathed it right into Sena's ear and the boy whimpered. Hiruma had each one of his erogenous zones memorized. They started moving against each other in a steady pace.

"D-does it feel good?" Hiruma quirked an eyebrow. Was Sena trying to talk dirty to him? Granted it wasn't all that dirty, but still a good first try.

"Aa, it does. Do you like taking it from behind like this? Does it make you feel like your my bitch?"

"Hiruma-san!"

"Does it?"

"Y-yes." Sena ducked his head with a guilty flush. "And I do like it..." He whispered.

"Say it louder, so I can hear you." Hiruma started thrusting a little harder, god this was such a turn on.

"I like being you bitch!"

~*~
Sena's got her on the phone,
And he's trying not to moan.
It's a three way call,
And she knows nothing.
NOTHING!!!
~*~

"Moshi moshi? Ah! Mamori-neechan, it feels like I haven't heard from you for awhile."

Hiruma perked up at the woman's name and visibly tensed when he saw Sena's face light up. He didn't like being ignored by his lover, and preferred to be Sena's number one priority 24/7, childhood friends be damned.

The blonde reached across the couch to drape an arm over his pipsqueak's shoulders and haul him closer. Sena covered the receiver with his hand and turned to give a reprimanding look to his boyfriend.

"Hiruma-san! Behave." Sena turned back to the discussion and proceeded to Hiruma which only made blonde twitch witch anger.

Like hell he was going to behave. He pulled off the brunettes pants and boxers in one rough move and tugged him onto all fours (or threes, Sena still has the phone to his ear) across his lap. With a wicked smirk Hiruma coated three fingers with saliva, teasing Sena's entrance before plunging one long digit into the boy.

"Ah~!"

"Sena, are you alright?!"

"I-I'm fine..." He gasped, "Really." Feeling his lover's other fingers getting bolder, Sena decided to cut the conversation short. "I'm sorry, but I have to go Mamori-neesan. Ja." Without waiting for a response he hung up and let the phone fall from his grasp. With a groan, he pushed back against the intruding digits.

"Oh... Stop."

"You know you love it, chibi."

~*~
Mamori doesn't know,
Mamori doesn't know,
Mamori doesn't know,
Don't tell Mamori.
Cuz Mamori doesn't know,
Mamori doesn't knoooooow....
SO DON'T TELL MAMORI!

We'll put on a show, everyone will go.
Mamori doesn't know,
Mamori doesn't know,
Mamori doesn't knoooooow....
~*~

Most of the team was a bit disturbed to walk into their meeting room to find Hiruma and Sena engaged in a serious make-out session. The room cleared in record time when Sena was shoved onto the table, and more or less was being molested by Hiruma.

Of course, having a gun pointed at you didn't slow your movements down. Mamori had to be physically restrained from walking in on them, the girl was hell bent on "saving" Sena from Hiruma's "bullying".

Sena looked up. "Where did everybody go?"

"Who fucking cares?"

~*~
The, parking lot, why not?
It's so cool when you're on top.
Her front lawn, in the snow.
Laughing so hard, cuz...

Mamori doesn't know,
Mamori doesn't know.

I did him on her birthday.
~*~

Sena sat straddling his naked lover's hips feeling the man's arousal pressed up against his backside. The blonde was running his hands along the smooth skin of his inner thighs, pushing them apart to get a better view.

"Hiruma-san?" Sena looked confused and nervous. "Do you have to stare like that...?"

Hiruma didn't say anything only continued to caress the brunette's body, neglecting the place that seemed to be begging the most for his touch. Beautiful. His lover was beautiful. His view was blocked all of a sudden when Sena's hands came down to cover himself.

"Please, don't look at me so openly!" Sena was flushed a bright red, obviously embarrassed and uncertain about his body.

"Don't be so shy. You're lovely, and I want to see all of you." He took Sena's hands in his own and moved them away. "See? So kawaii."

"Boy's aren't supposed to be cute." Sena averted his eyes, but looked happy all the same. Reaching out, the blonde took hold of the boy's member and gave a few teasing strokes.

"I want to take you like this." Hiruma gave a haughty smirk and leaned back on his elbows. "But I always do all of the work." He rubbed his cock meaningfully against Sena's ass. "You do it this time."

"Eh?!" Hiruma folded his arms behind his head and stared at the boy expectantly. After a few minutes went by Hiruma gave an exasperated sigh.

"Just do what I always do." A light bulb went off over Sena's head and he nodded happily as if in understanding. He could do that.

He placed his fingers against Hiruma's lips and pressed lightly, asking for entrance. Hiruma obeyed and practically sucked the digits into his mouth. He sucked on them like a pro, running his tongue over the slender fingers lovingly.

Sena blushed hotly at the combination of sight and sensation. When Hiruma got a little too enthusiastic about it and brought his teeth into play, Sena hastily withdrew.

Reaching back behind himself Sena searched out his opening. Penetrating himself felt weird he thought as he felt the hot tightness around his fingers. Working two of his fingers in to the knuckle he twisted and sissored them like Hiruma had done to him so many times before.

He rocked his hips back a little as he became aware of the familiar feelings rolling over him in waves. He gave a soft moan when his fingertips brushed against his prostate. He rubbed against the area a few more times lost in the pleasure of it. Sena snapped out of it when a knee hit him none too gently in the back.

"Hey, this isn't all about you!" Whoops. Looks like he had neglected Hiruma for too long.

"Sumimasen..." Still a little dazed, Sena withdrew his fingers and tried to remember what it was that came next. Oh, right.

The brunette's hand was unsteady and as he held Hiruma's cock and guided it to his stretched orifice. Biting his lip, he slowly worked his way down the sizeable shaft. He shivered a bit when he was once again sitting on Hiruma's hips, it felt like he was in so deep.

Sena slowly lifted himself up with legs before moving back down. It felt weird to be in this position, it made him feel exposed to Hiruma's gaze. The blonde watched as his lover rode his cock, movements bashful and slow.

"Hiruma-san, this is strange." Hiruma held his hips and guided him in the simple up and down motion. "Ah!"

Hiruma moved his own hips with Sena's now urging them into a faster tempo. Watching Sena like this was really getting him worked up. Tracing one hand along the brunette's hip bone Hiruma grabbed the boys member and began fisting him.

Sena cried out sharply, now unsure of which way to move his hips. The double stimulation was becoming too much for him. He looked down at Hiruma through glazed watery eyes, begging.

"Hiruma-san!!" Tossing his head back Sena screamed his release, and the consequential tightening of his passage forced Hiruma into his own climax.

Collapsing in a sprawl against the larger male, Sena snuggled into him feeling tired and sated. Hiruma curled an arm around him and stroked the damp skin under his fingertips. He was just about to drift off to sleep when Sena bolted into a sitting position.

"Hiii!" Hiruma cracked open one eye.

"What?"

"I just realized, it's Mamori-neechan's birthday today! I completely forgot." For some reason Hiruma felt very satisfied with himself.

~*~
Mamori doesn't know,
Mamori doesn't know,
Mamori doesn't know,
Mamori doesn't know,
Don't tell Mamori .
Mamori doesn't knoooooow....

Mamori will know,
Mamori has to know,
Mamori's gotta know,
Gonna tell Mamori,
Gonna tell her myself.

Mamori has to know,
Mamori has to know,
Mamori has to,
Mamori has to,
Mamori has to go!
~*~

With resolved determination, she pounded on Hiruma's door. After much stumbling and audible cursing, the blonde flung open the door and greeted her with a sour look dressed only in blue pajama bottoms.

"What the fuck do want this early in the morning?"

"Y-you've been asleep...?" This was met with a dry look.

"What else would I be doing at six a.m.?"

"Then you couldn't have done anything to Sena." She bowed in embarrassment. "Sorry to have to disturbed you." She straightened and was about to leave when soft footfalls sounded from further in the apartment and a pair of slender, pale, arms wrapped around Hiruma's waist.

"Mou, darling, what are you doing out of bed so early? It's cold without you." Hiruma smirked and looked over his shoulder.

"I thought we weren't supposed to use endearments in front of people, koneko-chan?" He purred the last part, as Sena drowsily peered around him to see what he meant.

"M-Mamori-neechan?!" He flushed hotly.

Mamori took time to notice in her shock that her longtime friend was wearing nothing but an oversized shirt. That matched the football captains pants...

~*~
Mamori doesn't know,
(Don't tell Mamori)
Mamori doesn't know,
(Don't tell Mamori)
Mamori doesn't know...
Mamori's gotta go!
~*~

She couldn't believe it. Sena and Hiruma were...?

Sena felt bad about her having to find out that way but didn't have much time to think about it as Hiruma pulled him back to bed.


Owari