Of bratty demons and mushroom heads

CHAPTER 10

The sound of the lock clicking open was music to his ears. Akaya opened Hiyoshi’s door with a triumphant smirk and stepped inside, then closed and locked the door behind him again. He looked around, seeing no one of course. If Hiyoshi was around he never locked the door. He knew the other would be coming back today and wanted to see him. He'd been nervous all weekend about the other’s visit home, and had nearly worn a hole in his floor pacing, before finally deciding to wait for Hiyoshi to get back.

Wandering around the room, he peeked into a few drawers and boxes before laying down on the futon with a sigh. Hopefully the other boy would come back soon. He was tired of worrying about what was going to happen. He hadn't slept since Wednesday night and wasn't sure how he was still able to function normally at this point, but somehow he'd managed to make it through classes ok. Now, just a bit longer and maybe he'd finally be able to sleep. It all depended on how the trip had gone and if Hiyoshi’s father had listened to Sanada.

Hiyoshi had begun his search for Akaya the minute he arrived back on campus. He hadn’t seen him in four days. After the nerve wracking visit home with An-san, he was anxious to tell his friend what happened, as well as ask him a few questions about a certain fukubuchou’s unexpected involvement. Hiyoshi had tried calling him on his phone twice, but received no response. He went to the brat’s room, the tennis courts, and a couple of other parts of campus he frequented. Frustrated, he finally gave up on the search and made his way back to his own dorm.

Unlocking the door, and making his way in, the frustrated martial artist was surprised to find the very person he’d just spent the last hour or so looking for lying on his bed. See him there made all his frustration disappear in an instant. Smirking, he leaned back against the door frame with his arms crossed. “You know brat, breaking and entering is considered illegal in most places.”

Hearing the sound of the door open, Akaya’s ears perked up and he glanced over. The image of Hiyoshi standing in the doorway like that sent a shiver up his spine and a feeling of relief flowing through him. "Hey, not my fault your lock is so easy to pick," he replied, sitting up and scratching at his mass of black curls. "Welcome home, Wakashi."

Closing the door behind him, Hiyoshi was making his way towards the futon when he realized something seemed a bit… off about the brat. He had black circles under his eyes and his voice wasn’t carrying its usual mix of energy and deviousness. “What’s wrong? Are you sick?” He reached a hand out, his previous intentions forgotten for the moment, and rested it against Akaya’s forehead, then moved it down to cup his cheek. “Didn’t you tell me once you had the immune system of a low-level god?”

Akaya wasn't sure whether to laugh or kick Hiyoshi’s ass for that. It was the other man’s fault he looked like crap. "I'm fine," he whispered, the feeling of the hand on his cheek sending more shivers through him. "I just haven't slept much." It wasn't a lie; it was just... stretching the truth a bit.

Raising an eyebrow, Hiyoshi decided not to question him further. If Akaya wanted to tell him why he looked like shit, he would. He leaned down to briefly brush his lips lightly against Akaya’s. “Get some sleep then while I unpack, I was thinking about taking a small nap too since I haven’t slept well the last few days.”

The lips brushing over his own seemed to sooth any other unrest Akaya felt and almost immediately the exhaustion caught up with him, but that didn't keep him from burying a hand in the other’s hair and pulling him in for another kiss. It hadn't been that long since they'd seen each other, but the feeling that rushed through his chest made him feel like it had been years. When he finally pulled away for air, he stayed close enough that his lips brushed against Hiyoshi’s as he spoke. "It's ok. How did the trip go?"

“Mmm…” Hiyoshi almost hummed into the kiss Akaya initiated. It felt so nice to be back with his brat again. He didn’t feel like talking anymore or moving away at all for that matter. “Scoot over,” he commanded simply. When Akaya didn’t pull away right away, he pushed him against the wall and lay down next to him. “Sleep now. Talk later.” It was early evening, but he figured a small nap would do them both some good. His body facing away from the other boy, he let out a yawn.

Automatically, Akaya brought his arms around Hiyoshi’s waist and pulled him close, nibbling at his ear lightly. "Just tell me," he said almost pleadingly, "Are you staying? He's not going to make you leave is he?" As tired as he was, he knew he wouldn't be able to sleep until he knew what was happening.

“I’m staying.” Letting his own arms cover the ones holding him, Hiyoshi smiled, glad that Akaya couldn’t see his expression. Closing his eyes, it didn’t take but a few minutes to fall asleep.

Letting out the breath he wasn't aware he'd been holding, Akaya sighed in relief and kissed Hiyoshi’s neck before nuzzling it and closing his eyes. He'd never heard two better words. "Good," he whispered and finally let the darkness claim him.

Akaya wasn't sure how long it had been, but when he opened his eyes it was pitch black. Where was he? The heat and little mumble in his arms answered that for him. He was with Hiyoshi. That thought relaxed him immediately and he smiled. At some point Hiyoshi had turned over in his arms so now they were face to face. For a little while he just watched the other man sleep, then finally he leaned forward and kissed him. "Nee, Wakashi, wake up," he said quietly.

Hiyoshi grumbled under his breath when hearing his name being called, bringing him back to grudging consciousness. Grumpily, he turned around, putting space between himself and the interfering voice. “Still sleeping, brat.”

Taking that as a challenge, Akaya scooted up behind him again and slid a hand down his side. "But I'm bored," he mumbled, a playful tone in his voice. He was still tired, but the nap he'd taken was enough to re-energize him for now. "It's been so long since I've seen you," he mumbled, letting his tone turn pouting as his hands roamed all over Hiyoshi’s body.

Hiyoshi shivered at the touch then sleepily rolled over to pin Akaya underneath him; the surprise of being woken up by sexual harassment not completely unexpected. “G-b…bor…som-wh..es…” He mumbled indistinguishably into his collar bone.

Akaya couldn't repress the little laugh as Hiyoshi mumbled sleepily against him. It was just too painfully cute. "What the hell did you say?" He asked quietly, even as his hands snuck up under Hiyoshi’s shirt and started tracing over his toned muscles with feather light, teasing touches.

"Go be bored somewhere else.” Hiyoshi repeated with emphasis. Hiyoshi was not a morning person. He finally forced his eyes open and looked at the clock. Damn it… It wasn’t even morning yet! He could feel Akaya’s hands moving over him, making his body respond and start to wake up without his permission… Grumpily, Hiyoshi dragged his gaze up to meet Akaya’s with some effort. "You're already sleeping in my bed…” He started irritably, “how much closer do you want to be?"

"I can think of a way to get much, much closer." Akaya grinned devilishly and slid his hands out of the other’s shirt, only to bring them to rest on Hiyoshi’s rear end. "Wake up and I'll show you exactly what I mean," he chuckled.

Lightly smacking Akaya in the side of the head, Hiyoshi half snickered, half warned. “Don’t even think about it.” Well, he was awake now, might as well make the brat happy and attempt to entertain him. Pulling away from the offending hand and sitting up, he stood sleepily and stretched. Wasn’t there something he wanted to talk to the brat about? His sleep blurred brain was still trying to fully awaken.

"Awww....." Akaya whined and sat up as the other man crawled off of him. He disliked the loss of contact, but he wasn't without it for long. Before Hiyoshi could get very far, he wrapped his arms around him from behind and pulled him down onto his lap, and kissed the back of his neck.

Not protesting in the slightest, Hiyoshi’s head dropped forward and groaned at the contact, unconsciously giving Akaya better access to his neck.

Akaya grinned mischievously and licked along his neck lightly and teasingly, the other was definitely not a morning person.

“You better not give me another hickey.” Hiyoshi warned. It had been a pain trying to hide the last one for the few days it took for it to fade; especially trying to hide it from Sanada. Oh yeah, he needed to talk to Akaya about Sanada.

Unwrapping himself from Akaya’s arms and standing, Hiyoshi turned around to face the other boy and put on his serious face. Well, as serious as he could give him this early in the morning. “I believe you have some explaining to do.”

"...Eh?" Akaya blinked and his head cocked to the side as he stared at Hiyoshi. "What the hell are you talking about?" he asked curiously, wondering what had brought about the quick change in behavior. What could he possibly have to explain?

‘Ugh’ Hiyoshi’s brain winced. His brat wasn’t allowed to look that cute this early in the morning. “My father informed me while I was there that Sanada-san arrived prior to my arrival and assured him of my ‘good moral’ and he apparently agreed to ‘supervise my training and behavior’.” His eyes narrowed. “Exactly why would Sanada-san have done that?”

"Because I asked him to..." Akaya said simply. There was no point in skirting around the issue or trying to act innocent. "It helped to convince your father to let you stay right? So what's the problem?"

Hiyoshi’s head landed in his palm. “There are many problems. First, it was my problem. I don’t remember asking you to interfere. Two, if I wanted Sanada-san’s help, I would have and should have asked him myself. And three, if I know Sanada-san, no matter what I say, he’s going to follow through with his word. I don’t even want to think about what his idea of ‘supervise me’ entails.” He shuddered at the thought. He already had his own commanding senpai and didn’t need to add more to the list. He sighed and gave Akaya an exasperated look. “Honestly, I have no idea how you were even able to convince him to do it.”

"It wasn't very hard," Akaya said honestly. He had many 'innocent' kohai powers that Hiyoshi wasn't aware of and he knew exactly how to use them to his advantage. Even the mighty Emperor Sanada couldn't stand up to them. "Besides, having fukubuchou watching out for you isn't so bad. And you didn't handle it sufficiently yourself so I had to help," he explained flatly and emotionlessly. He didn't see any reason to defend his actions; they'd worked as expected and hoped.

“I could have sufficiently handled the situation just fine!” Hiyoshi sneered, not liking Akaya’s tone. “It was none of your business to get involved, especially without asking me first.” His response was rough and growing more so. “Just because you enjoy having ‘drill sergeant Sanada-san’ boss you around, does not indicate that I would.” The brat was pissing him off. How dare Akaya make assumptions or think that he wasn’t capable of taking care of his own problems.

"You could have, but you didn't!" Akaya snapped, glaring up at him from the edge of the futon. "Don't you dare say anything bad about Fukubuchou, especially not after he went out of his way to make sure you could stay! He's strict, yeah, but he does it for a reason!" He clenched his fists into the comforter, trying to force himself to calm down as the edge of his eyes tinged with pink. If there was one thing you didn't do around him it was insult his senpai (especially his fukubuchou). "It is too my business, so quit bitching and accept the fact that people like you enough to fight for you to stay! And stop acting like a god damn drama queen!"

This needed to stop before Hiyoshi said or did anything he was going to regret, but that final comment had struck a cord. Drama Queen?! He was about to come back with another sharp retort, but something else the brat said also struck him. He had done it for him.

Taking a deep calming breath, Hiyoshi tried to reply in a much calmer manner, though his body language was still closed and tense. “I apologize for the comment about Sanada-san. I meant no disrespect to him. He did help me. I just would have preferred you talk to me first before going to him.”

Akaya closed his eyes for a moment, taking the time to breathe and calm himself down. Last thing he needed was to end up going bloodshot on Hiyoshi (again). When he opened his eyes again he frowned and looked anywhere but at the other man. "Sorry..." he mumbled. He probably should have asked first, but he just wanted to help.

Hiyoshi just stood there for a moment, staring at the wall behind Akaya. He wasn’t very good at handling these types of situations. Arms crossed, not wanting to look at Akaya’s expression, he muttered out uncomfortably. “Sorry for yelling. Thank you for… caring.”

Finally Akaya turned his attention back to Hiyoshi and smiled a little. "Yeah." he did care, and he'd only come to recently realize how much. It took advice from quite a few of his senpai, but he had come to realize that he did indeed 'like like' Hiyoshi, he just wasn't ready to tell him that yet.

‘So…’ Hiyoshi thought. ‘What was he supposed to do now?’ It was one of those awkward moments where usually he would just nod and leave, but… they were in his room, and he didn’t want Akaya to leave either. He began to raise a hand forward, but then quickly drew it back into its crossed position. He then started to take step forward, but again changed his mind and stepped back again. His mouth opened to say something, but nothing came out since he wasn’t sure what he should say. ‘This is ridiculous!’ He glared above him for a moment at the ceiling, cursing both himself and the situation.

Akaya watched him curiously with a slowly growing smile; it looked like Hiyoshi couldn't figure out quite what he wanted to do. It was rather comical, and by the time Hiyoshi turned his eyes to the ceiling, Akaya couldn't repress his laughter anymore. He reached out and grabbed Hiyoshi’s hands then pulled him over and onto the bed so he was lying on top of Akaya again. He smiled up at him proudly and gave him a little ' v ' with his fingers before wrapping his arms around the other man.

When Akaya began to laugh, Hiyoshi’s automatic response was to be indignant, but then gave an inelegant “oof” as Akaya pulled him on top of him. Looking down at the culprit, he saw the smile and child-like ‘v’ and couldn’t help but smile back. Then he caught himself and quickly forced the usual glare back on to his face and rolled his eyes.

That just made Akaya grin get even bigger and he snaked his hands up under Hiyoshi’s shirt again. Hiyoshi was built in a very different way than him. He was designed for tennis whereas Hiyoshi... Hiyoshi was built for the martial arts. Akaya had never loved martial arts more than he had at that moment.

The way Akaya was looking at him (not to mention they way he was touching him) made Hiyoshi blush. “I…” Hiyoshi hated when things started getting stupidly sentimental. He usually forced himself never to show any emotion towards others. Of course, when he tried doubly hard to keep it back, his blush was doubly obvious. “I hope you know that I’m still angry about this.” he said grumpily, “and that it had better not happen again.” His voice was stern, but somehow he knew it was completely un-convincing.

"I know, I know," Akaya said with a little smile and chuckle. Maybe he was a coward, just like Yukimura had said. When he thought of telling Hiyoshi how he felt, his whole body froze up and it felt like his heart would stop beating, but he knew he had to. He couldn't run away, as much as he wanted to. "Naa Wakashi," he mumbled, nipping and sucking at one of the other boy’s ear lobes, "You told me I needed to figure things out, remember? Well... I did..."

Hiyoshi literally froze in his arms. That was the last thing he had expected Akaya to say. He slowly pulled himself completely up and off the other boy, putting distance between them. What had brought this on? They had just been arguing not two minutes ago. It had only been four days… how could Akaya already have come to any conclusion about them in the time they hadn’t seen each other? Unless… Akaya was going to tell him he wasn’t interested in him like that. Even though he knew it, Hiyoshi didn’t want to hear it, not right now. “We have school in just a few hours, and I haven’t unpacked or showered yet.” He unsteadily ran a hand through his hair, not looking at the other boy. “Maybe you should go back to your own room now.”

Now Akaya was even more scared than he was before. Doubts filled his mind, but he tried to push them away, just like he'd told Yukimura he would do. "Wakashi... I'm not leaving, not yet. I refuse to run away." Wasn't Hiyoshi even a little curious what he decided? Or did he really not like him like that so he was just trying to avoid the conversation? This was harder than he thought.

Getting up from the bed, Hiyoshi began to mechanically unpack his belongings, any and all emotions completely wiped from his face. “I’m not forcing you to leave.” He was a little confused by the ‘not running away’ comment, but decided to ignore it. “I just have things to do before classes start.” It was becoming hard to breath, and his eyes were starting to sting. He needed to get away from Akaya. Quickly grabbing his shower supplies, not even checking to see if everything was there, he went to the door and opened it. “I’m going to take a shower,” and left.

Thankfully, the shower room was right down the hall, so he didn’t have far to go. Plus, it was around four o’clock in the morning, so Hiyoshi was the only one there. He took many calming breaths and started counting down in his head. He couldn’t even remember the last time he felt this close to… being this upset. He needed to distract himself from what just happened. Quickly stripping and placing his shower supplies outside of one of the stalls, he turned the faucet till the water was nice and steaming hot. Stepping in, he closed his eyes and just let the water rush over him like a comforting blanket.

Fuck. Akaya grabbed one of his shoes and threw it at the closed door in frustration then rested his face in his hands. So Hiyoshi didn't like him. Fine, but he still had to tell him how he felt. He'd made a promise to himself that he would, no matter what. With a frustrated sigh he slipped off his other shoe and walked down to the bathroom.

It was early and the bathroom was empty, save for the sound of water coming from one of the private shower stalls. Walking over to it, he saw Hiyoshi’s stuff sitting just outside of the shower on the little bench. He threw the curtain open with a determined glare set on his face.

Hiyoshi was too deep in thought to hear anything around him except for the fall of water. When the curtain behind him was thrown open, his body automatically reacted by swiftly turning towards the intruder in a defensive pose, completely forgetting his current state of undress. Seeing Akaya standing there did nothing to help his current state of mind. He relaxed his pose almost immediately, but seeing the determined glare on his face he instantly locked eyes with him and returned it, refusing to back down.

Akaya slowly stepped into the shower, noticing how defensive the other was. "Wakashi..." he said quietly and backed Hiyoshi up against the shower wall, making sure to keep his eyes locked with the other boy’s. He didn't care that water was pouring over him, flattening his hair to his face and soaking his clothes, all that he cared about right now was figuring out what the hell was wrong with his friend.

Hiyoshi’s eyes grew wider as Akaya came closer. He might have yelled at him to get out if not for the fact that he already had a thousand thoughts running through his head. He was way past being embarrassed at this point, his mind too busy trying to figure out what to do about the situation. Eyes still connected, he finally bit out, “In case you haven’t noticed, brat, I’m trying to take a shower. I don’t remember inviting you to come along.” Ouch, okay, maybe he shouldn’t have said that, but he was backed into a corner at the moment, both mentally and physically.

"I don't care," Akaya growled quietly and slammed his hand into the tile next to Hiyoshi’s head. "Why the hell did you just run out like that?" he asked, feeling an odd pain in his chest. "If you don't like me then just tell me, ok?!" he said pleadingly starting to sound almost desperate. He had finally been ready to open himself up and tell the other how he felt, and he ran. Now he was just confused and a bit hurt.

“Idiot!” Without thinking, Hiyoshi immediately took Akaya’s hand that he’d slammed against the tile wall and checked to make sure he hadn’t hurt himself. Running his hand over it, he could see he probably at least bruised it. “You should know better than to do stupid shit like that.” He didn’t bring his eyes back up to meet his, but the tone of Akaya’s voice had surprised him. “When did I ever say I didn’t like you?” The words were out before he could stop them, and were whispered softly under his breath. “I told you I was just going to take a shower.”

Akaya blinked in surprise as Hiyoshi started looking over his hand. "As soon as I mentioned my decision you ran away," he grumbled, though the anger was out of his voice. "What did you expect me to think?" he asked quietly.

Letting go of Akaya’s hand and giving him a look as if to say he was crazy, Hiyoshi grumbled back, “Are you an idiot? Do you think that I would let you kiss me, let alone sleep in my bed if I didn’t like you?” How could the brat possibly think that? Wasn’t it obvious how much he had been tormenting himself over this? “…and I didn’t ‘run away’, I just didn’t feel like talking about it at the moment.” Feel self-conscious; he tried to get around Akaya so he could retrieve his towel.

Blocking his way easily, Akaya pushed Hiyoshi back against the tile again and kissed him deeply and possessively. When he finally pulled away, he closed his eyes and rested his forehead against the others. "You scared me," he said with a little laugh, "I--I thought you didn't like me and were going to turn me away or something and... I mean... I like you... So I guess... It just... freaked me out..."

Hiyoshi closed his eyes, struggling to regulate his breathing. Akaya decided he liked him? Akaya just said he liked him, in fact, had been worried over the same things he had. He had just assumed that… What the hell had he been doing?

“I’m sorry…” The red-faced martial artist whispered. He’d never been so angry at himself for being a pessimist until that moment. “I thought… you were going to tell me you didn’t…” He didn’t want to finish that thought. Instead, his lips curved up into a small smile and fingers grasped Akaya’s locks to pull him forward into another kiss. Pent up emotions burst forth, and his lips pushed hard against Akaya’s. Tongues danced as Hiyoshi dug his fingers into Akaya’s scalp and pulled him tightly against him.

Before Akaya had the chance to respond, his lips were claimed roughly by Hiyoshi. He let out a deep guttural moan. This wasn't what he was expecting but it was exactly what he'd hoped for. He moved his hands to the edge of his shirt and pulled it up as far as he could without breaking the kiss. Finally realizing there was no other way, he broke the kiss, ripped the soaked shirt off and threw it to the floor before crushing his lips back against Hiyoshi’s. Skin against skin, chest against chest, it was perfect and it sent a shiver through him. His hands roamed over Hiyoshi’s naked body, taking in every curve and dip that was usually hidden from him, memorizing the feel of it.

Hiyoshi arched into the hot mouth that engulfed his, his fingers greedily clutching at Akaya’s curls even tighter, and his other hand starting it’s exploration of Akaya’s strong back. He loved the feel of him and couldn’t keep himself from moaning, harsh short breaths and gasps leaving his mouth.

“Akaya…” He gasped out, ripping the boy’s lips away from his. “Are you sure?” his eyes were deadly steel as he forced the other to look back at him. “Cause if you’re fucking with me, then I’ll fucking kill you.”

Between gasps and moans Akaya moved his hands to Hiyoshi’s face and cupped his cheeks, looking him straight in the eyes with his intense gaze that was filled with lust and something else. "Yes," he said firmly, making sure Hiyoshi listened to and understood him. "I'm serious, Wakashi. I would never joke about this."

At that, Hiyoshi closed his eyes as he felt something old and hard in him break. He brought his lips down to start dragging across the others neck and shoulder, tentatively tasting him and biting down at a few points while hiding the full smile adorning his features.

As the other boy’s attention turned to his neck, Akaya let his hands drop to Hiyoshi’s hips and tilted his head to the side, giving the other better access. "God..." he groaned, "Nn... Keep doing that..."

No longer able to control his body after Akaya’s affirmation, Hiyoshi planned on doing just that. He continued to attack his neck for a while, going from tasting to biting and even laying tender kisses up and down the whole side of his neck and shoulder, before repeating the process on the other side. Both hands slid down his body, one massaging at the small of his back while the other unconsciously cupped Akaya’s backside bringing him sharply up against him, causing him to moan almost directly into Akaya’s ear. He honestly had no idea what he was doing, but the dam inside him had broke and he was running entirely on instinct.

Akaya wasn't sure how it had happened, but somewhere along the way he'd lost control of what was happening. He also found that right then, he didn't really care. He could feel Hiyoshi’s moans all the way down to his core and he could already feel the bruises that were starting to form along his neck and shoulder. While many would be mad about them and would try to hide them with turtlenecks, Akaya wore hickeys proudly. They were awards and badges. They used to signify that he'd gotten some and that was it, but now they were Hiyoshi’s mark, his claim. He would never dare hide them.

The boldness the other was showing astounded him and left him hungry for more. Moving his own lips to Hiyoshi’s shoulder, Akaya started mimicking the treatment, leaving his own little set of marks on the other boy.

Hiyoshi had to stop as Akaya began his own assault. He knew he was going to be embarrassed as hell later, but at the moment he didn’t give a damn. Leaning his head back against the tile wall, he could feel his knees start to tremble and he bit down on his lower lip to hold back a loud groan as their hips rocked together again. “Shouldn’t we… go somewhere else?” He gasped out. He was starting to get worried about other people walking in.

And the control was his again. Perfect. Akaya bent his knees and leaned down until his lips found a nipple. He nipped at it and licked it teasingly until it was hard before he answered, "We can," he purred, "But no one will bother us here." It was up to Hiyoshi now. It didn't matter to him either way because he didn't care who saw. He moved over to the other neglected nipple and gave it similar treatment while his fingers found and toyed with the first one. This was better than any dream he could have ever imagined.

Hiyoshi was going crazy, a combination of too many new feelings rushing over him all at once. He felt embarrassed at the prospect at being found, but the pleasure was distracting and winning over the embarrassment, leaving only the frantic beating of his heart and burning reaction in his groin. Not wanting to lose all semblance of control, he clutched at ebony curls again, both leaning down and dragging Akaya up so he could capture his lips in another searing kiss. The kiss then turned more teasing as he began to bite not-so-gently and suck at Akaya’s bottom lip, which was a distinct contrast to the almost frantic state of his body. With Akaya’s body plastered fully against his, he could feel his hardened length pulsing almost painfully against Akaya’s water-roughed pants leg.

Akaya didn't complain as some of his control was taken away and his lips were captured in another rough kiss that sent a burning sensation all the way down to his toes. He could feel Hiyoshi’s free erection pressing into his hip and it only served to make his own twitch against his pants. Today had been a bad day to wear really tight jeans apparently. Reaching between them, he unbuttoned and unzipped his pants to give his erection a bit of breathing room. As soon as some of the pressure let up he let out an audible sigh of relief. Instead of bringing his hand back up he watched Hiyoshi’s eyes carefully as he curled his fingers around the other man’s length. He wasn't going to push him, he wasn't that kind of a guy, but it was obvious that it was starting to hurt and he knew there was only one way to ease that pain.

Hiyoshi blinked his eyes open at the sudden feeling of Akaya moving away from him then flushed when he realized what exactly he was doing; however, he didn’t have much time to dwell on it. He grunted and blushed fiercely when Akaya’s hand found his erect member, but a millisecond later was beyond caring. When Akaya’s palm slid over his erection, a loud moan left his lips which he covered with his left hand and immediately thrust into Akaya’s hand without any conscious thought.

That was a heavenly sound and Akaya wanted more. His lips curved into a little smirk as his hand started stroking Hiyoshi at a slow tedious pace, teasing the head with his thumb after every pass. This was his specialty. He wasn't good with words and he wasn't good with relationship stuff, but he made up for it with sexual prowess. He knew Hiyoshi was new to this though so he took it slower than he normally would. He didn't want to scare the other man off of this forever after all.

He started kissing down Hiyoshi’s neck and chest then continued to his abs and lower so he was kneeling before the other man, his hand still keeping up its rhythmic pace. He looked up at Hiyoshi’s eyes through wet black curls and asked him silently if this was ok.

When he felt Akaya moving lower, Hiyoshi opened his eyes to a view that made his knees nearly give out. He caught himself and reached instinctively back to lean fully on the wall behind him. Shuddering so deeply that his entire body was shaking, he closed his eyes to shut out the smoldering look he was being given. Without hesitation, he nodded his head to Akaya’s silent request.

Akaya licked his lips once as Hiyoshi nodded and stilled the motion of his hand. After a moment he flicked his tongue over the tip of his dripping erection, taking in the taste unique to Hiyoshi. It seemed like an odd mix of green tea and sea weed, but it was by no means bad.

Keeping his eyes locked on Hiyoshi’s face he licked along the full underside of his length, making sure to flick his tongue over the tip before taking the whole thing in his mouth. Years of learning to control his gag reflex really paid off sometimes.

“Ah! Akaya!” Hiyoshi kept his eyes closed tightly, his hand coming back to cover his mouth to block any unwanted sounds. His first instinct was to overcome the feelings of pleasure coursing through him, but the second instinct, the more accommodating one, won over. It told him that this was okay, this was his brat. It told him to let go for once and feel.

Vaguely, Hiyoshi wondered how much experience the brat really did have. Judging from the confidence nearly radiating from him, not to mention how amazing this felt, he figured it had to be quite a lot. Then he realized he really didn’t want to think about that. Akaya with other people… What did it matter since the vital fact was that Akaya was now with him. More importantly, what could he do with these new feelings now that he was the one facing them? What could he do to make Akaya feel the same? “Akaya…” He ground out between muffled moans, “I don’t… want... to be the only one… to enjoy... this.”

Akaya loved the way his name sounded coming from Hiyoshi’s lips. It made him shiver and moan around the other man’s member. Pulling away to lick his lips he contemplated what they could do that wouldn't scare Hiyoshi off. "I am enjoying this, but if you want to do something else... I can, well, I can take you," he said quietly and flicked his finger over the other’s entrance to show exactly what he meant. "But it will hurt." They didn't have any lubrication other than the water, but he knew from experience it wouldn't be too bad if he went slow.

Hiyoshi almost didn’t hear what Akaya had said, too enthralled in the sensations being given to him; nevertheless, once Akaya touched him there, the words made sense and his body froze. Reluctantly but resolutely, he tugged Akaya back up so they were once again face to face. He gently kissed Akaya on the lips and said huskily, “One step at a time brat.” He was a little worried about Akaya being unsatisfied with him, but he honestly wasn’t ready for that. He began laying small tender kisses all over Akaya’s face while bringing a hand down to attempt pushing his jeans down. “You’re going to have to help me here…”

Akaya been expecting that, and in all honesty, it relieved him a bit. He wanted Hiyoshi’s first time not to hurt and he wanted it to be on a bed where he could worship the other’s body like it deserved.

Taking a step back from Hiyoshi and into the water, he tugged at the top of his jeans and pulled them down with some effort. Wet denim stuck to skin wonderfully. Once he finally got them to his ankles, he kicked them aside and paused, letting the other man look him over.

Hiyoshi watched amusedly as Akaya put on his little strip show under the streaming water. He was learning that his brat really liked attention. Looking him over, he couldn’t deny the little skip his heart made as his breath caught in his throat. Akaya was by no means a “brat” when it came to his physique. His body was toned in all the right places, but what still got to him the most was the little devious grin on his face. He wrapped his strong arms around the chibi demon, and dragged him back against his chest, laughing softly. “Thanks for the show.”

Akaya smiled as Hiyoshi pulled him close. There was nothing quite like the feel of skin on skin. He hummed a little 'you're welcome' and nuzzled Hiyoshi’s neck.

Hiyoshi just held him there for a moment, trying to get himself under some semblance of control as the feel of Akaya’s completely uncovered body against his brought on a whole new level of roughness to his voice. He leaned over so his chin was resting on Akaya’s shoulder as he spoke into his ear. “I’m sure you’ll tell me if I do anything wrong…” Tentatively, he brought his hand down to securely grasp Akaya’s erection and began to experimentally stroke him. He personally liked a harder grip, but was unsure of himself. It was hot and slick, and it was completely different from when he was doing it to himself.

"Wakashi..." Akaya said quietly, gasping in an almost gravely voice as the other boy’s fingers curled around him. "Nnn... damn," he purred contentedly and gripped tightly at Hiyoshi’s hips. "Harder..." he whispered, biting down on Hiyoshi’s ear lobe gently.

Hiyoshi couldn’t keep the satisfied smirk off his face as he tightened his grip and almost roughly squeezed and pulled at Akaya’s length, more the way he liked it, running his thumb over the head as Akaya had done to him earlier. The sounds Akaya made were almost enough to make him come right then. He buried his face in Akaya’s neck, breathing harshly, trying to concentrate on what he was doing.

Reaching between them, Akaya took Hiyoshi’s erection in his hand again and started stroking him in time with the way he was being stroked. He gasped and moaned, nuzzling Hiyoshi’s neck in return. "Gn... Feels good..."

Hiyoshi was starting to feel dizzy; his head was swimming. On the spur of the moment he leaned over to claim Akaya’s mouth wanting… He didn’t know what he wanted. He felt Akaya all around him, the movements on their members now jerky and hardly controlled. Akaya pulsed hotly in his hand. Soon Hiyoshi wouldn’t be able to hold back anymore. All he could comprehend was the wet heat and maddening caresses. Akaya was working him into a frenzy. Spikes of pleasure shot up his stomach as he arched into that hand one last time; mouth open and letting out a low guttural moan.

Akaya groaned loudly as Hiyoshi’s lips claimed his own. He could last a long time, but something about feeling Hiyoshi come in his hand, his whole body shaking, and that moan... oh that moan. He felt his own climax rush over him like the hot water of the shower, sending a shiver through his whole body. He let out a deep grunt as he felt his toes curl and every muscle in his body contracted as he spilled his own seed over their stomachs. It mixed with Hiyoshi’s until they were indistinguishable from each other. With a low groan he collapsed against Hiyoshi, using an arm on each side of Hiyoshi’s head to support his weight so he didn't squish the other man.

Once Hiyoshi felt he could move again without falling over, he wrapped his arms around Akaya and slowly walked them under the spray of now lukewarm water. He thought amusedly that the rest of his dorm mates would not be very happy to find all the hot water had been used up. It really didn’t matter though when he cared much more about a certain brat in his arms. He gently kissed Akaya’s nose as he maneuvered them to wash off the evidence of what just transpired. “We should get out of here,” he said softly, reaching around him to turn off the water.

When the water hit his heated skin Akaya hissed a little and squeezed his eyes shut. "Cold," he muttered, but his body got used to it quickly. "Yeah..." he agreed and ran his hands over Hiyoshi’s arms. It smelled like sex in there and he loved it, but he knew it would be best if they went back to Hiyoshi’s room. Then they could collapse and cuddle all they wanted.

Hiyoshi reluctantly let go of Akaya, and a bit unsteadily went to grab his towel. He quickly wiped himself off then ruffled it through Akaya’s hair, like one would a child. Only half dry, he put on his pants from earlier and gathered the rest of his things. He wanted to leave the shower room as quickly as possible before other people came in.

Akaya picked up his dripping clothing and wrung them out the best he could as Hiyoshi dried himself off. The towel on his head though surprised him and his eyes went wide for a moment before he relaxed and smiled at the other man. It felt good, being taken care of like that. He wrapped the towel around his waist and held his clothes in one hand as Hiyoshi pulled him along toward their room. He'd adopted it as his room now too; he spent more time there than he did in his own room anyway.

Once they arrived back at the room, Akaya dropped his clothes by the door and flopped down onto the futon, not caring that the towel fell to the floor before he got there.

Hiyoshi shook his head in amusement and grinned as he watched Akaya just walk right into his room as if it were his own. He took a moment to pick up both the clothes and towel Akaya had discarded on the floor in order to hang them over the drying rack near the window, not wanting to deal with puddles on his floor later. Taking off his now damp pants, he replaced them with his pajama pants and grabbed a fresh towel as he made his way over to the futon and Akaya.

“You’re going to make the pillows wet, brat.” Hiyoshi chuckled softly as he began drying off his own hair with the towel in hand while the other ran lightly down Akaya’s back, before bringing the towel to the back of Akaya’s head.

Akaya groaned a little and buried his face in his pillow even more as Hiyoshi ran his hand along his back. "Hmmm... That's ok. I go to bed with my hair wet all the time," he grumbled but didn't pull away from the towel on his head. He grudgingly sat up and turned to face Hiyoshi, folding his legs in front of him as he waited for the other to dry his hair more. He was obviously very, very comfortable with being naked in front of Hiyoshi and didn't even seem to notice that he was exposing himself by sitting like that.

Hiyoshi was trying very hard not to look or feel uncomfortable with the way Akaya was displaying himself. After all, they had just… yeah… he shouldn’t feel this embarrassed anymore. Not to mention, it should be illegal for a bratty chibi demon to look that sexy… err… cute, naked on his bed. Yeah, best not to think too much on that one.

“I was worried about my pillow, not your head.” Despite Akaya’s protest, Hiyoshi continued to towel off Akaya’s curly head. For some reason, he liked taking care of his brat, even if it was little things like this.

"That one is my pillow now," Akaya mumbled and closed his eyes as Hiyoshi dried his bangs, but as soon as he moved to a different area, he opened them again and resumed blatantly staring at the other mans chest and abs. He was not one to waste an opportunity to check out a beautifully toned body.

“I didn’t know you were so territorial about pillows.” Hiyoshi raised an eyebrow at Akaya then chuckled when he saw him blatantly staring at his chest. Looked like he wasn’t the only one having problems keeping his eyes off the other. Tossing the towel in the dirty laundry hamper, he ran his hands through the damp but amazingly soft curls a few times, knowing the feeling would never grow old to him.

It was already the usual time he would be getting up to go for his morning jog, but he was still really tired and didn’t feel like leaving Akaya just yet. Still, he really shouldn’t skip out on his routine. Letting out a frustrated sigh, Hiyoshi regrettably informed, “I need to get ready to go on my jog.”

"I like that pillow," Akaya answered absently and let his eyes trace over the lines of Hiyoshi’s abs, but when the other mentioned leaving, his eyes snapped up to the others face. Immediately the little demon started pouting. "But I'm tired, I haven't slept since Thursday," he whined and scratched the back of his head, "Well, except that little nap we had earlier," he mumbled and maneuvered his way into Hiyoshi’s lap to keep him in place. "Stay? I'll go on a jog with you later, ok?"

Arms now full of pouting naked demon brat, Hiyoshi had trouble responding right away. He was about to just give in when… His eyes narrowed at the new piece of information and his grip tightened. “What do you mean you haven’t slept since Thursday? Earlier you told me you hadn’t slept MUCH.” He reached out one of his hands and brought Akaya’s chin to face him, “Why haven’t you been sleeping?”

Oops. So this was why Yanagi-senpai always told him consistency was important. Akaya turned his eyes away, trying to avoid looking into Hiyoshi’s. "I uh... I meant much err..." He finally sighed and met the other’s eyes when he realized he was too tired to think of a decent excuse. "I was worried..." he mumbled, then turned his eyes away again as a light blush crept across his cheeks.

Hiyoshi just sat there stone faced for a moment. That Akaya had worried about him so much that he couldn’t sleep made all reason leave him. Had he ever even see his brat blush before? The martial artist’s lips turned up into another genuine smile. He had a feeling his mouth would be sore later from the over-use of that particular hardly ever used facial expression.

Rolling them back on the bed, facing each other, Hiyoshi yawned tiredly before leaning forward to press his lips firmly and possessively against Akaya’s. “Mm... Let’s get some sleep.”

When Hiyoshi laid them down, Akaya nearly sighed in relief. It felt good, pressed up against the other man, completely naked. And when his lips were captured in that hot and… possessive kiss, his heart skipped a beat. He'd made the right decision in telling Hiyoshi his feelings.

"Yeah..." He said softly and closed his eyes, snuggling closer to Hiyoshi.

With a smile still on his lips, Hiyoshi pulled the blankets over them and hugged Akaya close. It has been a very long and stressful last couple of days. Closing his eyes and running his hands through Akaya’s hair, he couldn’t help but think it was all worth it. As Akaya’s breathing began to even out, there was a wondrous feeling of content knowing he was the reason for it. Enjoying the warmth against him, his own body slowly and gratefully began to relax and fall asleep.


Journal: Kirihara

I told Wakashi that I liked him... It was really hard cause I thought he was going to hate me for it or something but instead he kinda looked like he was gonna cry. Then we ended up jacking each other off in the shower. My clothes got soaked, but it was great. He's so sexy and he may be new to sex and all that, but he's pretty good.

You know... I hadn't even realized that I'd stopped dating/fucking people when I started hanging out with Wakashi. I mean I went on a couple dates but they all ended up going bad. I even forgot I had dates. It's so weird to think about... I guess I just sorta stopped caring bout that kinda thing or something. I mean, I still like sex A LOT but... when I think about it now I keep thinking about Wakashi... but that's supposed to happen when you like someone right? You're supposed to think about just them like that? I dunno, it still seems so boring to me only doing anything with one person, but it felt so good with him that... I... I don't know… I'm being stupid again.

I mean I've dated people casually and stuff... but I haven't liked someone before... cept fukubuchou who I've decided doesn't count. I don't know the first thing about dating someone…