Breaking Point

Ah, yes, my first lemon. I wrote it a while back... and I thought it would be a good first fic to post here. Le sigh. Oh, and if anyone knows how to get more than one of those content tags to highlight, I'd be much obliged. Thanks, and enjoy.

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Hiruma stood at the Devil Bat’s end zone, peering down the field for an available receiver. Monta was nowhere to be found, the bastard. Where the fuck was he? He should have been right there… didn’t anyone pay attention to the play calls? Anyone? Why did he even bother, at this point?

Ah, there he was, standing next to the damn pipsqueak, ready to hand the ball off to the team's ace. Taking a half-step back, Hiruma pulled his hand back and snapped the arm forward, catapulting the football down the pitch to the receiver’s waiting hands. Hiruma grinned. That damn monkey may not have been much to look at, but hell, he could catch.

The rest of the play went off without a hitch. Sena took the ball from his friend and ran with it, clear across for a touchdown. He grinned again. Had this been a real game, they would have scored points. Then again, had this been a real game, he probably would have been sacked before he could shoot the ball. So a mixed blessing.

“That’s it,” he yelled, rallying the team. “Practice over, damn lunks. Go home, strip down, and get some rest. Tomorrow, we go all out!” The team cowered at these words, knowing the work would be worse the next day. Hiruma could be a terrible slave driver when he wanted to be, which was always.

Hiruma observed the troupes go, disdain written on his face, but a smidgen of pride in his heart. This was his team, the men who would fight alongside him to win the Christmas Bowl. They all had a bond of easy camaraderie that, due to his fierce disposition, Hiruma was excluded from.

Like he cared. There was only one other player that he gave a shit about, and that was, oddly enough, the miniscule running back. Fuck, the kid had captivated him from the first day. Whether it was his remarkable speed, his determination, or his childish good looks, Hiruma couldn’t look away. He was caught in a downward spiral towards mental destruction with every move the kid made, every word they exchanged. This was dangerous, he knew, but unavoidable. It was like skirting a black hole in a 1987 El Camino. There was no escaping the pull.

Hiruma, at last, marched stolidly towards the clubhouse, aware that everyone else had left. Nearly everyone. As he stomped towards the locker bay, he noticed Sena, clad in only his football outfit but looking lustily scrumptious with mussed hair and clothes rumpled with sweat.

That, approximately, was the breaking point for Hiruma. He was aroused already, with almost no effort. Why could this kid have such an impact on him? How? It was unclear, but it was obvious that there was only one viable solution.

If you guessed walk away and have a nice night alone at home watching the Home Improvement Channel, you are sorely mistaken.

Instead, Hiruma cleared the space between them in four easy strides, smashing his lips over his teammate’s. Sena moaned into Hiruma’s invading mouth, the older boy swallowing the delicious noises he made. For Hiruma, this was more than heaven. It was tortuous pleasure that wracked him to the core, building up the fire and heat in his cock and giving him the pressing desire to take the brat right there, to hell with the consequences.

There wasn’t a proper table in the clubhouse anymore, it having been replaced with a card table long ago, but that would do. It was a good, flat surface, and at this point, that was all that mattered to Hiruma. Not relinquishing his hold on the smaller boy in his arms, the demonic quarterback managed to back Sena up against the table, pressing his running back into it. He let his hands roam free over the petite chest of his prize, thumbs massaging his abs and tweaking his nipples. Sena tipped his head back in ecstasy, and Hiruma shifted his nipping fangs to attack the milky skin of his neck.

Somehow, both of their uniform shirts had been ripped off and hurled to the floor in a jumble of fabric and sweat. Hiruma couldn’t help but stare at his lover’s half-naked body. The kid may not have been the most well-muscled amefuto player in existence, but that didn’t make him any less sexy in Hiruma’s eyes. Actually, the fact that most of Sena’s strength lay in his legs made the fact that he had any muscle at all so much more striking. Hiruma wanted to touch and taste every corner, every curve of that sweet body, to feel Sena bucking and writhing beneath his wandering fingers. The fact that the boy was worked up only made it that much better for Hiruma, whose member was physically aching under the strain of such prolonged arousal.

Savoring the moment, Hiruma kissed and bit his way down the slick chest, stopping again at one rosy nipple and sucking on it for all he was worth. He wanted his lover to need this as badly as he did, wanted to feel his hard cock rubbing against his, wanted the desire to flow as hot as the boiling blood in his veins. He didn’t want to do this, lest of all for the first time, with someone who wasn’t into it, especially when that person happened to be a guy. If he was going to be gay, he was damn well going to do it with a committed partner. Though lust had an iron grip on him, and he sure as fuck wasn’t going to fight it, he hoped that this wouldn’t be the last time he would be presented with the opportunity to bang the brat, which it certainly would be if Sena woke from his post-orgasm stupor the next day thinking that it had all been a big mistake.

“Take off your pants,” he rasped harshly, eager to get on with the act. Blinded by hormones, Sena struggled with the elastic hem of his pants and lost. Growling, Hiruma helped out a bit by swiftly tugging both the offending pants and underwear down around Sena’s cleats. Drooling a bit, Hiruma realized that he was staring again. The kid was surprisingly well endowed for such a shrimp, and at full mast, he was plenty impressive. He licked his lips hungrily; painfully ignorant of the disconcerted looks that Sena was shooting him. Those looks soon turned to shocked bliss, however, as Hiruma dove in and took the brunette’s erection into his begging mouth.

Burying his face in the brat’s pubic hair, he breathed in the musky scent, hearing his lover moan and keen to the pace of his swirling tongue. He snaked one arm around the running back’s legs as a ground, while the other reached up and stroked his kitten’s tight hole, eliciting more of those wonderful noises that fed Hiruma’s raging libido so delightfully. One pampered hand cautiously reached down and, unsure of his actions, shoved Hiruma further down his pulsating shaft.

Hiruma loved it, the feeling of it, the joy of having at least his desire reciprocated. He could feel Sena shaking and squirming, hands on the table, leaning backwards into it, head tipped towards the ceiling, lost in his own personal sea of delight. The brat was going to come at any second, but Hiruma wanted to prolong the experience as long as he could. Besides, he wanted to fully appreciate the sex. So, torturing his partner, he pulled off to remove his own pants.

This was all too much. His cock was leaking a small stream of precum, telling him to hurry up and jump the boy already. Lust reaching a fever pitch, he grabbed Sena bodily by the hips and hoisted him onto the card table, slamming him onto his back and reclaiming his mouth with an almost violent passion. Their tongues fought, licking at the insides of the other’s cheeks and fondling the other’s tonsils. Sliding down the smaller male’s frame, Hiruma the opening that would soon be his to claim, and darted his tongue in and out for lubricant.

Satisfied and impatient, Hiruma found Sena’s lips again and positioned himself at Sena’s entrance, spreading his legs a bit farther apart, and again broke away. “This is going to hurt, kid,” he huffed, breath gone, “but it’ll get better quick.”

On those words, he thrust his hips sharply and plunged in, drawing a pained shout from Sena. Hiruma bit comfortingly at the corner of his neck and shoulder, sucking at the mark soothingly. As Sena adjusted to the feeling, he moved out a few inches before going in again, hitting Sena’s prostate dead on. They shifted and twisted in this pattern for wonderful minutes on end, loving the feeling and seeking the eventual release.

When it came, they shouted together, feeling filled and empty all at once, cum splattering on Hiruma’s stomach and deep within Sena’s constricting passage. Panting, Hiruma turned onto his back and gathered Sena into his arms, both dog tired and lethargic, Hiruma looking drowsily up at the rafters.

What on Earth had he just done? He loved Sena; this was true. He had never thought himself capable of such arcane emotions, but damn if that wasn’t how he felt. But how was he supposed to cope? He had so many dreams and goals left to achieve to be tied down, distracted during games.

But his feelings, no matter how trampled and repressed, had never impacted his game before. What the hell. Anything was possible.

~*~

Needless to say, the rest of the team was shocked when, upon filing into the clubhouse for practice the next day, they found Hiruma and Sena sprawled together on the casino table. Hiruma nearly groaned, but settled for issuing threats and shooting his many guns at the intruders.

Damn, they would probably go and warn Mamori about this, and tell her not to come in, and she’d blow a gasket not to mention the whole scene out of proportion. It wasn’t like he was bullying Sena this time; far from it. Hell, he had nearly no plans to bully him again in the near future, but this was mostly because sex could be a powerful motivator. Unfortunately, the bitch would most likely scream her dippy little head off for hours if she found out. Hiruma had always suspected that she had some school girl crush on him, and if so, her blowup would have less to do with Sena and more to do with her and her petty hopes. Too damn bad; he was keeping the kid, thanks.

Still, this was going to take some serious explaining. Time to break out the ol’ threat book.