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Disclaimer: Hikaru no Go is written by Yumi Hotta. Please do not construe the writing of this fanfiction as a claim to ownership in any way. No profit is to be made with this fiction. |
If it Pours When Rains, Then When it Snows…
Toya Akira stood when he saw Shindo
Hikaru coming up the snowy path towards the bench in which he sat. He smiled
automatically, recognizing the bright yellow coat and shoes Hikaru always wore
before he recognized anything else. He stood and headed for him, not seeing any
point in waiting for Hikaru to reach him. As he got closer, Hikaru pulled off
his hood and smiled at him. Akira’s breath caught in his throat at the sight of
him, and he returned an uncharacteristically large grin.
“Hey, ‘Kira,” Hikaru said as he
stopped in front of him. Akira took two steps towards him quickly and kissed
him, holding him by the shoulders for comfort.
“Good evening. You’re…early, for
once.”
“Get used to it,” Hikaru said. “I
just wanted to see you really bad.”
“How was your game?”
“Awesome. Waya’s been trying newer
and newer things lately and it’s really working out for him.”
“Did he win?”
“Nah. I wouldn’t let him off the
hook that easily.” Akira nodded. Hikaru tilted his head. “You weren’t waiting
too long, were you? You’re all red in the face.”
“I got a ride from Ogata-sensei,”
Akira said and Hikaru pouted. “What?”
“You know I don’t like you riding
with that unwieldy maniac.” Akira shook his head with a very quiet chuckle.
“You’ll never get over yourself, Shindo,”
he said as he started down the path.
“Where do you want to go?” Hikaru
asked. “My room’s still paid for until tomorrow at eleven and it’s the
closest.”
“Do you have an extra change of
clothes…?”
“At least one. I’ll lend it to you
if you can get your belt to loop tighter.”
“I’m not that thin,” Akira said, blinking with irritation.
“You’re tiny and frail and you know
it. Stop eating rice balls and plain ramen for lunch all the time.”
“You always complain, but when we’re
alone, you always admire me.”
“That’s because I like you that
way.” Akira almost stopped walking.
“Then why did you say that just
now?”
“Say what?”
“That I should
stop eating plain ramen and rice balls?”
“Just complaining.” Akira tsked and
faced sternly to the right.
“I don’t know why I put up with
you…” he said.
“Because we’re lovers and you don’t
have a choice.” Akira walked faster. Hikaru kept his pace, smirking at Akira as
they continued towards the hotel.
When they went inside, Akira slowed
down to let Hikaru lead. Hikaru walked to the elevator and pushed for up, then
leaned on the wall next to him. Akira was dusting snow from his cloth jacket.
Hikaru reached up and brushed some from his hair. Akira caught his gaze and
smiled very faintly at him.
“Do I look like a snowman or what?”
he asked. Hikaru faced the elevator as the door opened.
“Nope. Just like ‘Kira covered in
snow.” Akira walked in behind him and watched him press eleven. He made a face.
“So high up…?” he asked.
“Don’t be afraid. If there’s a fire,
the trucks can reach us in no time.” Akira swallowed hard and Hikaru nodded
confidently.
“Don’t say such stupid things. Don’t
jinx tonight for us.” Hikaru looked a little stunned at hearing that. He sighed
and nodded.
“Sorry…” he said. The elevator
dinged when they reached their floor. Hikaru walked out into the hall and Akira
took quick steps towards him. He held onto one of Hikaru’s hands as they walked
to his room.
“Where’s Waya-kun staying?” Akira
asked. Hikaru nodded his head across the hall.
“There,” he said. Akira looked at
the door, then at Hikaru. He stopped him from swiping the keycard to open the
door.
“Wait… What you said earlier…it
intrigued me. Do you think he’s up for a game?”
“Probably. Isumi went out for coffee
the same time I left, so…maybe he’s up waiting for him.”
“Let’s check.”
“’Kay.” They crossed the hall.
Hikaru dug through his wallet and pulled out another keycard.
“What’s that?”
“He gave me an extra one. Told me to
stop by if I wanted to play.”
“Shouldn’t you knock?” Akira asked.
“What for, he’s my best friend. I’ve
seen him naked before.” Akira gave him an odd look.
“What?” he asked.
“What’s more embarrassing than that,
right? No matter what he’s doing, that’s the most personal way to be seen,
right?”
“I suppose…” Beep. Hikaru had swiped
the card.
“Darn skippy.” He opened the door
and walked in even though the room was dim. Before Akira could take a few
steps, he heard the bed creaking, but Hikaru simply kept forward as if he
hadn’t noticed. Akira blushed as Hikaru stopped short, and could tell that he
had seen something he hadn’t meant to.
“Deeper, Shi’chi…”
“Uhn…Yoshi…Yoshi…” Hikaru backed
away quickly, bumping into Akira as he did. Akira fumbled with the knob behind
his back and it turned. He stepped forward to open the door and slipped out.
Hikaru hurried into the hall after him and quietly closed the door. His cheeks
were bright red and he looked childishly ashamed as he slowly faced Akira.
Akira grabbed the other keycard and Hikaru’s hand and rushed into Hikaru’s room.
“I told you!” he said when he closed
the door. “I told you to knock.”
“Like he’d have answered, and I’d
have just walked in anyway,” Hikaru said, looking guiltier than his words could
make up for. “Anyway, they didn’t notice.”
“But you saw them…” Hikaru’s face
flushed red and he collapsed onto his bed.
“God!” he said. “Hey…don’t tell
Waya.”
“You honestly think you have to
point that out, Shindo?”
“It’s Hikaru, to you,” Hikaru said.
“Don’t be stupid!” Hikaru sat up,
his hands hanging between his legs.
“Just don’t say anything…”
“Why would I?”
“I don’t know…” Hikaru raked his
fingers through his bangs a few times. “Man, that was weird…” Akira stared at
him for a few moments, then realized that he was hot. He unbuttoned his jacket,
the coolness of melted snow feeling nice against his fingers.
“What…was weird about it?” he asked.
“It’s…nothing different from what you and I do…”
“Yeah, but… I’ve never seen it like
that before… Like…in person… And Waya… He looked
so…different…” Akira shrugged his jacket off. Hikaru followed suit when he saw
him.
“Different…how?”
“I dunno…” Hikaru tossed his jacket
around the office chair on the other side of the bed. Akira hung his up in the
closet, then went over to the bed and sat next to Hikaru. Hikaru rubbed his
face. “Boy…tonight exhausted me.”
“The game, or that scare just now?”
“Both…” Hikaru looked at Akira. “I
wonder…” he murmured. Akira scooted back and began to gently knead his
shoulders.
“About what, Hikaru…?” he asked
warmly. Hikaru smiled to himself and let his shoulders fall.
“If…that’s what we look like when
we…make love…” Akira leaned closer to him and kissed him behind the ear.
“How…did they look…?”
“Just…different…”
“But…you don’t quite know how…?”
Hikaru shook his head. Akira lowered his hands and rubbed lower down Hikaru’s
back, then wrapped his arms around his middle.
“It was…kinda sweet…” he said. Akira
smiled.
“That’s good then, right…?” he
asked.
“Yeah…” Hikaru cupped Akira’s hands,
raised them and kissed them.
“Are you…ready for bed, Hikaru?”
“Yeah.”
Akira got up from the bed and turned out the main light, then flipped on the
lamp on the closer side of the bed. He took off his shoes as he approached
Hikaru. Hikaru reached down and untied his before he kicked them off. Akira
settled lightly on his lap and wrapped his arms around him. Hikaru tilted his
head back and pursed his mouth to be kissed. Akira leaned down and kissed him
gently on the lips. Hikaru shivered. Akira kissed him deeper and lowered one
hand to his chest. He gently raked his fingers down and across a taut nipple.
Hikaru moaned in his throat. Akira smiled gently at him.
“You’re…sensitive tonight…” he
murmured.
“Uh…yeah…” Hikaru said, sounding
ashamed. “I know…this may sound bad, but…it was really hot, watching them…”
“Well, that’s only natural, Hikaru…”
Akira whispered. He licked along Hikaru’s chin and nibbled on his ear. “I love
you…” he told him.
“I love you, too, Akira…” Akira
continued to bite him on the ear. He reached down and pulled Hikaru’s shirt up,
clawing gently at his skin.
“Mmm…” he murmured. “Hikaru…” Hikaru
unbuckled Akira’s belt as Akira started to unbutton Hikaru’s pants. Akira slid
onto the bed as he reached into Hikaru’s pants. Hikaru took in a sharp breath
as Akira fondled him with nimble fingers.
“Ahhh…” he breathed softly. Akira
began tonguing his other ear as he toyed with Hikaru within his pants.
“There we are…” he whispered softly.
“You’re so sensitive…”
“I…can’t stop thinking
about…uh….about what we look like…”
“Oh, is that what’s on your
mind…Hikaru?” Hikaru nodded, rested his weight back on his hands.
“Uh…Akira…” he moaned. Akira let his
eyes fall to Hikaru’s lap and he watched himself stroking Hikaru up and down.
His lips began to tremble with anticipation. He gave Hikaru a hazy glance and
kissed him on the side of the mouth. Hikaru looked at him as he began to lower
himself to the floor. “Akira…?” Akira got on his knees in front of Hikaru and
reached into his pants again. Hikaru lifted from the bed slightly and pulled
both his underwear and pants down. Akira stared at him as he emerged from his
confinement and he purred gently at him.
“Mm…Hikaru…” Akira slithered onto
the floor and rested his weight on one of Hikaru’s legs, able to do so and have
better access for his desired action because the bed was so low. He cupped
Hikaru’s scrotum in his hand and tilted him downward. He opened his mouth
slightly and began to tongue the tip.
“Uh!”
Akira’s hips burned at the taste and sound of Hikaru. He purred contently as he
let Hikaru slide fully into his mouth. “Uh…’Kira…”
“Mmm…”
Akira moaned as the salty appendage slid in and out of him, making his tongue
and lips feel numb. He held Hikaru’s hand with his free one, and Hikaru stroked
Akira’s hair with his.
“Yeah…Akira…” Akira moaned very
lightly against the tip of Hikaru’s penis as it hit him at the top of his
throat and Hikaru shuddered fiercely. “Uh…uh…baby…”
“Mmmmm….”
“It feels…so good…’Kira…” Akira sank further onto Hikaru as he worked his
mouth faster along Hikaru. He became eager to taste him, as he always did when
Hikaru gripped his hair painfully tight with his hands. He moaned throatily
against him as he started working his hips. Akira started shaking, feeling
aroused enough to come right then, with Hikaru in his mouth. He wanted so
desperately to come that way. He maneuvered his fingers to the underside of
Hikaru’s scrotum and gave him an alarming pinch.
“Unh! ‘Kira!”
Akira squirmed as he felt searing hot liquid hit him in the throat. Hikaru
pulled him back by his hair and he slipped from his mouth, his precum dribbling
down Akira’s chin as he did so. Akira moaned as he licked his chin, covering
his face as if to hide this act from Hikaru. Hikaru was watching him and moaned
at the sight of it. He was trembling as he lowered his upper body to Akira.
“Hikaru…”
“You’re so bad, Akira…”
“Mmm…”
“C’mere. Take off your clothes…”
Akira got back on his knees, then stood up. Hikaru
pulled his pants down further and kicked them off, then pulled off both of his
shirts at once. He stroked himself slowly as Akira removed his clothing,
revealing a pale, but pink, scrawny figure; small and vulnerable. Hikaru
groaned as he watched him, trying to convince himself to still his hand. Akira
stepped towards him and fingered along Hikaru’s penis as he stroked himself.
“Get on the bed, ‘Kira…” Akira kneeled on the bed next to him and continued to
finger him. “Lay…lay back…” Akira settled on the bed with the length of his
body across the width of the bed. Hikaru went over to his book bag, grabbed it
by the handle and dragged it to the bed. He opened the main pocket and took out
a bottle of lube. As he turned to Akira, Akira lifted his legs and spread them.
Hikaru let out a labored breath.
“Oh…Hikaru…” Akira murmured.
“Please…make love to me…” Hikaru put the lube on the bed and leaned over Akira.
He laced gentle kisses along his penis and scrotum and Akira moaned very
lightly in his throat. Hikaru let himself go and
cupped Akira’s lower body within his arms. He pulled his bottom up and began
tonguing him along his anus.
Akira squirmed as Hikaru’s tongue
slipped eagerly along the puckered aperture. He purred and pulled away from
Hikaru, but Hikaru roughly yanked his body back into position. He took his lube
and flipped it open. Akira shivered as he poured some on his anus. Hikaru
grinned at him, realizing how close he was to being one with him again.
“I love you…” he told him as he
fingered him.
“I love you, too…” Akira barely
whispered. Hikaru climbed on top of him and kissed him along the chin.
“Are you…all right…?”
“Yes…please…Hikaru…” Hikaru suckled
on his neck when he tilted his head back.
“You…always smell so sweet…” he told
him.
“Mmm…Hikaru…” Akira’s arms wrapped
around his body and he trembled as Hikaru guided himself within him. “Ohhhh….”
Akira whimpered. He clenched his eyes shut and squirmed away from Hikaru again.
Hikaru’s gaze was possessive as he pulled him back underneath him. He began to
pump his waist into him with vigor.
“Ah…Uh…Akira…” he rose slightly onto
his knees and pinned Akira’s hips down with his hands. Akira bit his lip as
Hikaru gave him full, eager thrusts. “Uh…yeah… ‘Kira.” Akira spread his legs
wider and opened his eyes. Hikaru’s pupils were eagle sharp and focused in on
his. Akira choked on his moan as he stared into Hikaru’s eyes, tears beginning
to well into his own. Hikaru continued on faster, his moans deep and hearty.
Akira whimpered at him as he felt the base of his spine go numb with pleasure.
He reached for one of Hikaru’s hands and Hikaru took it. He squeezed his hand
and bit his lip again to ease the pleasure buzzing throughout his lower half.
“Oh…Hikaru…” His body trembled as
Hikaru became swifter in his thrusts. “Uhn…Uhn…Hikaru… Uhn!”
“’Kira… ‘Kira… I love you so much…”
“You’re…my
everything…Hikaru…” Hikaru’s eyes lidded and he shuddered violently.
“Uhn, AH!”
He crumbled on top of Akira as his hips worked erratically. Akira’s world spun
as he felt white hot silk inside of him and he convulsed, feeling himself
twitch as he released beneath Hikaru. Hikaru continued humping him, though
sluggish and listless. He raised his face to Akira’s and kissed him, twirling
his tongue around Akira’s. Akira huffed and puffed through the kiss, still
floating and still gripping Hikaru’s hand for support. Hikaru pulled out of him
and collapsed fully on top of him. He closed his eyes as he raised both hands
to Akira’s face. He cupped his flushed cheeks and smiled affectionately at him.
“I…love you…” he murmured. Akira
blinked sleepily at him as he scooted closer to him.
“I love you…Hikaru…” Hikaru chuckled
slightly to himself as he pulled Akira into his arms and turned over onto his
back. Akira rested his head on his shoulder. “Hikaru?”
“Yeah, baby…?”
“Let’s…play a game first thing,
okay?”
“Yeah…” Akira closed his eyes.
“And…Hikaru…?” he murmured quietly.
“Huh…” Hikaru answered back, half
asleep.
“I imagine…that we look
sweet…too…when we make…love…”
“Yeah…” Hikaru said. He pulled a
hand through Akira’s hair and nodded. “Yeah.”
Thank
you for reading. Please review,
Arima
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