Of bratty demons and mushroom heads

CHAPTER 14

Hiyoshi was feeling self-conscious as he walked across campus to his dorm. After school had ended that day he’s gone out to do one of his least favorite things in the world, clothes shopping. Ever since he and Akaya had met again in college, the brat had been teasing him relentlessly about his clothes and he’d finally gotten fed up with it. He’d never paid close attention to what he wore outside of a gi or uniform, most of the clothes having been chosen by his mother. He’d thought it couldn’t be that hard, right? WRONG. Thankfully, An showed up to help. After taking her out to lunch, she’d basically picked out an entire new wardrobe for him.

Now it felt like people were staring at him, even though he knew that was just paranoia. He wasn’t wearing anything different from everyone else. Some very dark blue, almost black, jeans that were entirely too tight in all the wrong places but were standably comfortable, and a black polo shirt with a grey design on it in the upper corner. The shirt was tighter than he liked as well, but An had called it ‘hip’ so he went along with it. He didn’t really care what she picked out for him as long as Akaya liked it…err… stopped getting on his case about it.

The tall seaweed headed boy ran full speed across campus followed only by the distant yell of "AKAYA!" that echoed off the buildings and made a couple unsuspecting students look around in confusion. Perhaps storing the snake he'd caught in Sanada's duffel bag hadn't been the best of ideas. He glanced over his shoulder for a moment and tripped, falling face first onto a patch of grass. Well, at least it hadn't been pavement.

Was it bad that Hiyoshi’s first instinct when he heard his boyfriend’s name being yelled angrily across campus was to smirk? Shaking his head when he saw Akaya running, he started walking after him when he saw him fall. He wasn’t overly concerned, it was his brat after all, but Akaya was supposed to still be resting from the concussion. It only took a few more steps to reach him.

When Akaya started pushing himself up he realized there was someone standing in front of him. "Heh, heh. Sorry 'bout that," he laughed and apologized as he stood up only to come face to face with his boyfriend. "Eh...?" He looked Hiyoshi over and blinked, "....You...." Seeing his boyfriend in trendy clothes was a shock to say the least, but it brought a giant smile to his face. "Wow... You grew a fashion sense," he said teasingly and hugged the other man quickly, giving him a quick kiss on the cheek as he did.

Hiyoshi was about to say some snide remark when Akaya commented on his clothes and was given a hug and kiss. Damn it. How do you scold someone after that? Crossing his arms over his chest, he smirked when he saw Sanada looking around angrily for something… or someone, probably his boyfriend. “I see your fukubuchou is looking for you.” He raised a curious eyebrow. “Is there something I should know about?”

Akaya paled at the mention of Sanada and turned around slowly to see his fukubuchou red faced and looking royally pissed off. He spun around to Hiyoshi quickly. "Something you should know? Eh heh heh--N-Nothing really uh---" He could feel the little prickle on the back of his neck that signaled Sanada was getting closer. He grabbed Hiyoshi’s hand with the most innocent smile he could muster with all the blood draining from his face. "Run." Without waiting for Hiyoshi to respond, he started running toward his room, his hand holding Hiyoshi’s wrist firmly.

Akaya ran as fast as he could, dragging his boyfriend behind him, and laughing the whole way back to his room. Once they finally made it, he locked the door behind him and braced his desk chair under the knob before collapsing onto the floor to pant and laugh.

‘EH!?’ Before Hiyoshi could give a response, he was being dragged running through campus all the way to Akaya’s dorm. It was a good thing he was in shape or he might have fainted from lack of oxygen between panting and laughing at Akaya’s actions. “What the hell did you do?” Hiyoshi asked between laughs to his boyfriend down on the floor. “And is that really necessary?” He pointed the chair blocking the door.

"Apparently fukubuchou didn't like Hachi," Akaya said with a devilish little grin, "And trust me, fukubuchou could and would kick down my door if I didn't put that there..." he sighed as he finally got control of his breathing and sat up. "Haaaa that was great."

“Hachi.” Hiyoshi echoed in a dead-pan voice. Nope. He didn’t want to know. “Well I don’t plan on sticking around for Sanada-san’s arrival. I was on my way to my own room before I saw your mad dash.” He needed to put his new clothes away. He was still carrying the two large bags with him that thankfully hadn’t ripped. He walked back towards the door and started to remove the chair.

Akaya leaped up and held the chair in place just as there was a loud pounding on the door, "AKAYA!! I KNOW YOU'RE IN THERE!!" Sanada yelled and banged his fist on the door again.

The chibi demon winced and held a finger up to his smiling mouth to shush Hiyoshi. After another couple minutes the sound of heavy angry footsteps padded off down the hall and he let out a sigh. "Woah that was close..." He looked at the bags his boyfriend was holding and blinked. "What're those?"

Okay. That had been kind of alarming… Hiyoshi had backed away from the door and his entire body tensed when Sanada yelled through it. Seeing the brat do the same made him want to laugh though. “Uh… Nothing important. Is it alright for me to leave now?” He was NOT going to tell his boyfriend he’d just spent a small fortune on a new wardrobe to make himself look good for… err… make the brat shut up about his clothes.

"Yeah, that's not suspicious at all." Akaya rolled his eyes. "You're not leaving 'til I see now," he said with another evil little smirk. "It can't be that bad." His eyes went wide with realization and his demon smile got bigger until it stretched ear to ear. "Unless you finally got yourself some porn and sex toys." Now he definitely wanted to see. "You had to go pretty all out too if you got bags that big."

Hiyoshi’s eyes narrowed. Damn it. He hated the fact he couldn’t hide things to save his life. “Of course not, idiot!” He said in exasperation, positioning the bags in back of him and backing up slowly. “I told you it’s not important. Besides, even if it was, I think you have more than enough porn already lying around here.” It was hard to miss really. Akaya sucked at subtle.

Akaya positioned himself in front of his door and made sure the chair was still securely in place as he watched Hiyoshi with his smirk growing by the second. "Come on Wakashi, just lemme see. I wanna see what kind of kinky stuff you got. We can try it out."

“I didn’t get anything kinky!” Hiyoshi hollered and then turned red at having said the word. This was bad. Akaya was going to be a pain now until he got what he wanted. “Out of the way brat, before I make you.” He knew that he couldn’t really make Akaya do anything, but he was not above physically restraining his boyfriend.

"Oh? Make me, huh?" Akaya approached Hiyoshi slowly and slid his arms around the other boy’s neck. "That could be fun," he purred and pressed his lips against his boyfriend’s in a slow seductive kiss.

Fuck. Why did threats never work on his boyfriend? …And why was he so weak to Akaya’s kisses? Hiyoshi returned the kiss, but didn’t let himself get too swept away in it. Slowly, he transferred both bags into one hand behind his back. He then brought his free hand up to wrap around Akaya waist. Pulling him closer, he began to back him up towards the door. If he could just get to the chair…

Smirking into the kiss, Akaya set his leg back and pressed subtly against Hiyoshi, using his height to his advantage. One hand on his waist meant both bags were in one hand. Perfect. He slid his hand down Hiyoshi’s arm and grabbed the bag handles as he licked at his boyfriend’s lips teasingly. He would find out what was in those bags if it killed him.

They stopped moving before they reached the chair. Shit. He felt Akaya’s hand slide down and grab the bag handles but there was nothing he could do to stop him without breaking the hold he had on him or potentially hurting him. Instead, he gave one last warning against the other’s parted lips, “Let go, or else…”

"Or else what?" The chibi demon questioned in a husky whisper, "Or else you'll use the contents of the bag on me?" If Hiyoshi was going through this much trouble to hide what he got, it must be good.

“No, I’ll do this.” The martial artist swiped Akaya’s unsuspecting feet out from under him to distract him, used all his strength to hold him up with the arm around his waist and swung him around to half carry him and toss him onto the bed. He had planned on making a run for it, but had not counted on Akaya’s firm grip on the bags. The pull resulted in them landing in a pile on the bed, with Akaya under him.

“Oof! Damn it…” Hiyoshi cursed from his new position on top of his boyfriend, noticing the grip they both still had on the bags. “That was not how that was supposed to go...” He buried his head in his boyfriend’s neck. If Akaya managed to open the bags and found ‘it’, he was never going to live it down.

Akaya yelped very ungracefully as he fell back on the bed and grunted as his boyfriend landed on him. He blinked up at his ceiling as if expecting it to tell him what the hell just happened, but when it remained silent, he smiled and started laughing. "Whatever you got can't be that bad. Seriously, Wakashi. Just lemme see! I promise I won't laugh or make fun of you... unless you bought girls underwear or something... then I reserve the right to laugh my ass off and harass you about it for the rest of your life."

“Don’t wanna.” Hiyoshi muffled into Akaya’s neck, having now reverted to whiny child mode that Akaya sometimes brought out in him, especially whenever he woke him up in the middle of night, but he let his grip on the bags slacken. “If I ever buy something like that, please just kill me.”

"K!" Akaya chirped happily and tugged the bags away quickly so he could pour the contents out on the bed. He craned his neck to look eagerly but his smile twitched when he saw the pile of clothes. "Eh? Clothes?" He glanced back at Hiyoshi and chuckled a little, "Why didn't you want me to see that you bought clothes?"

“Uh…” Where was it? Hiyoshi sat up and looked around. It must be hidden in the clothes somewhere. Maybe if he just acted natural, Akaya wouldn’t notice it. “I just… um… didn’t want you to see that I bought new clothes that you actually approved of. It wasn’t me though. An picked them out.” True enough. The smaller embarrassment to hide the much larger one. He began carefully stuffing the clothes back into the bags.

"Hey woah woah," Akaya set his hand on Hiyoshi’s, stopping him from putting the clothes away. "Clothes I'll approve of?" Then that meant what he was wearing now too... He grinned. "You gotta try em on for me. I wanna see." He started shifting through the clothes and picking up a couple of the shirts. Some of them were really nice, expensive too. He picked up another shirt and noticed a magazine that was hidden under it. "Eh? What's this?" he mumbled as he reached out to pick it up.

“No!” Hiyoshi’s hand shot out to grab Akaya’s wrist. “It’s nothing,” he said hurriedly, “just came with the clothes. Ha, ha...” He took the hand in his, keeping it away from the magazine still mercifully hidden. “Now that you’ve seen them, isn’t that enough? I’m not a girl who likes to play dress up.”

Akaya’s eyes went wide at Hiyoshi’s loud protest, but he didn't comment. He'd check out that magazine later. "There's no fun in that! Come on, I told you I wouldn't laugh, I wanna see," He pouted and kissed Hiyoshi lightly, "Please?"

Hiyoshi was glad Akaya had stopped going for the magazine, but was now tempted to sulk. Why was this happening to him? Oh, yeah… he had a bratty boyfriend whom it was almost impossible to say no to. “Fine, One. What do you want me to try on for you?”

"Hmmm," Akaya purred smoothly, his face lighting up the instant his boyfriend agreed. He started looking through the clothes curiously, making sure to avoid the magazine - for now. He picked up a pair of rather tight looking jeans, a collared shirt and a t-shirt before handing all three to his boyfriend, "Here, try these on."

Rolling his eyes, Hiyoshi took the clothes and got off the bed to change. It didn’t look like Akaya was interested in the magazine anymore, which put his mind at rest. Facing away from Akaya, he took the shirt, then pants off. The pants Akaya had picked out were, of course, the hardest ones to get on. But it was his own damn fault for buying them, so he wasn’t going to complain.

As soon as Hiyoshi’s back was turned Akaya grabbed the magazine, but before he could read it, he got distracted by the sight of his boyfriend’s strong back. He swallowed hard and tore his eyes away reluctantly to look down at the magazine. He raised an eyebrow and glanced at Hiyoshi’s back again before flipping it open silently and browsing over the articles.

Why did Akaya have to pick out the most frustrating clothing? He sighed as he finished changing and turned around to face his boyfriend. Akaya was reading the… “Hey!” He marched over and grabbed the magazine out of his boyfriend’s hands. “I told you to ignore it!” He was sure his face looked like a tomato now. He really hated his blush reflex. One of these days he would find a way to stop it. He had bought the magazine on a whim, and nearly died in the process. It was one of those cheesy magazines about ‘how to please your lover’ and all that crap. He’d never even thought of buying something stupid like that before, but it couldn’t hurt to look… He really regretted the decision now.

Akaya couldn't say he was surprised when the magazine was plucked out of his hands. Now he understood why Hiyoshi was so embarrassed. He looked over his boyfriend’s outfit and smiled, "Sexy, I like it." He grabbed the other man’s arm and tugged him back onto the bed and into a hug. "It's nothing to be embarrassed about, you know," he said softly and nuzzled Hiyoshi’s neck.

“You’re joking, of course it is. I’ll have you know that it was a complete impulse buy against my better judgment and I will never do it again. In fact, you can burn it for all I care.” At least he could relax now. Akaya had already found him out.

"Don't say that," Akaya said with a little frown and pulled away to look at his boyfriend. "It makes me happy," he mumbled and stared straight into the other boy’s eyes. "Unless there's some other lover you're trying to please. Then yeah, I'd be a bit pissed off," he smiled and ran his hand through Hiyoshi’s hair.

Hiyoshi could only sigh as his boyfriend’s eyes met his. “Idiot.” Averting his eyes, he said earnestly, “You know I don’t. As it is, just having you around is a handful.” A very welcome handful. He smiled at the thought, bringing Akaya’s hand to his lips and gently kissing it. “Besides, aren’t I the one who should be worried about other lovers?” He smirked teasingly, “and you don’t need a stupid magazine to know how to please them.”

Akaya smiled wide and moved to nibble at his boyfriend’s ear. "You don't have to worry," he whispered softly, "I've only got one lover to please." It was true, he didn't need the magazines, but he still read them. One had to stay current after all if they were to be known as a master.

Turning his head to meet Akaya’s eyes again, Hiyoshi gave him a soft smile he reserved only for the brat before leaning in and placing a soft kiss on his lips. “Hmm… Well, if we’re talking about pleasing me…” He pulled back, not losing eyes contact. “It would please me to know what you were doing running through campus from the direction of the tennis courts when you’re supposed to be resting from your concussion.”

How did Hiyoshi always manage to ruin the moment? "Eh heh heh... I uh was just dropping something off for fukubuchou... I know I'm not supposed to be playing or nothing," Akaya smiled and tried to hide that he was lying through his teeth. It had been a while since the concussion and he felt fine, so why couldn't he play?

The brat was lying. Hiyoshi couldn’t always tell from his tone or face, Akaya was too good of a liar for that. He knew because it was impossible for Akaya to go near the courts without playing. Lately, through trial and error, he had been trying to learn the best way to get the truth out of his boyfriend in these situations. Today’s tactic was distraction. To Hiyoshi’s knowledge, in their relationship, nothing distracted Akaya as well as skin.

Getting up off the bed, Hiyoshi slowly began to remove his collared shirt. “You know…” Collared shirt gone. “I really hate it…” T-shirt off. “…when you lie to me.” All that was left on were the really tight jeans Akaya had picked out. They were going to be a pain to get off later. He leaned over his boyfriend on the bed, running a hand through Akaya’s hair near the cut on his forehead. “You know I’m just worried about the brain cells you still have in tact, right?” It would be pathetic to not pick up some skills after being seduced nearly every day by the self-called ‘master seducer’.

Akaya raised an eyebrow as Hiyoshi got up but it didn't take long for him to realize what Hiyoshi was doing. "Wha--" Collared shirt gone. "You..." T-shirt gone and his mouth was hanging open wide, "Oh..." Hiyoshi ran a hand through his hair and his heart skipped a beat. He sputtered a little more, "I--" When had Hiyoshi gotten so... so hot? "Wakashi... I... It was just one game... I promise..." How could he deny the other man when he asked like well... that?!

Game. Hiyoshi. Apparently he’d found the winning tactic. His mind was a doing a mental happy dance, but his mouth was doing something else entirely. “Oh? One game…” He held himself over his boyfriend without actually letting his body touch him except for the one hand still combing slowly through his hair, eyes roaming over him as if deciding which end to start devouring first. “What does it take to get you to listen? Do I have to chain you to the bed?”

That look was killing him and sending a pulsing heat straight to Akaya’s groin. "Nn... You'll chain me to the bed?" he smirked and held his arms above his head, bringing his wrists together, "What would you do with me if you did?" He purred and looked over the other man’s bare chest. If it got Hiyoshi to chain him to the bed and have his way with him, he would do whatever the other said, even if it meant no tennis for another week. It would be worth it.

Hiyoshi’s eyes widened. He hadn’t actually been serious about chaining him to the bed, having meant it as more of a threat. Why did Akaya look so excited by the idea? …And why did the thought suddenly sound very appealing. He hoped he wasn’t turning into some sicko. He blamed it on Akaya for doing funny things to his brain.

“I haven’t quite decided yet. Maybe I would take all your toys away…” He supported himself with the hand previously in Akaya’s hair while the other ran up Akaya’s side, taking his time and dragging Akaya’s shirt up with it, bringing it above his head and around his wrists. “Maybe I would jerk off in front of you and not let you touch me.” He leaned down and nipped at Akaya’s nose. “Maybe I would just leave you here.” He smirked then dipped his head to lick at his boyfriend’s chest, lightly nipping. “Any suggestions?”

Akaya moaned and looked up at Hiyoshi with a devious and lustful spark in his eye. He liked option number two the best, though he knew he'd be in a lot of pain by the time Hiyoshi was done. "Nn...You can do whatever you want... but, don't leave..." He purred and tugged experimentally at his wrists that were trapped by his t-shirt, just as Hiyoshi teased his nipple. "Ah! Nn... Wakashi..." he groaned and arched up against the other boy. He didn't know what had made his boyfriend so bold, but he loved it. He really did.

The sounds Akaya was making were music to his ears. What was that word Gakuto used to call him? Oh, yeah... “I didn’t know you were the masochistic type,” he drawled as he made his way to the other nipple, giving it the same tender care and then applying a little more pressure with his teeth. Seeing Akaya like this was an insane turn-on. He didn’t know what had gotten into him, but he had no intention of stopping just yet. He brushed his hands slowly and lightly down Akaya’s arms and sides, squeezing his waist while placing kisses lower and lower down his abs and stomach, but stopped at his waist band. “I really don’t know how I should properly punish you since you seem to enjoy it so much.”

"Mm... Occasionally...." Akaya groaned and writhed under the attention. He craned his neck and watched Hiyoshi kiss down his chest. "F-fuck..." He dropped his head back against the bed and clenched his hands into fists. "I always enjoy it when you do this," he whispered, "but damn it's torture not being able to touch you back..."

Hiyoshi traced lines over his boyfriend’s waist band, “I’ll have to kee…” He froze. Someone was knocking at the door. FUCK. The mood completely ruined for the moment, he gave Akaya a questioning glance. “Should I open it?”

Akaya could have gone into demon mode and killed whoever was on the other side of the door the moment they knocked. How was it possible to have such horrible timing? Damn. "Yeah, if you want." It wasn't like he could answer it himself at the moment.

Hiyoshi was non-too-happy about the situation, but since the knocking was rather insistent he figured he should just get it over with and answer it. Groaning, he got up and went to the door. In his frustration, he even forgot he wasn’t wearing a shirt. Good thing the pants were so tight, nothing was overly visible. He moved the chair out of the way and opened the door with a glare. He was shocked to find it was someone from his martial arts fraternity actually looking for him.

A few quiet words were exchanged and then Hiyoshi closed the door and made his way back to Akaya. He put the t-shirt back on he’d been wearing earlier since it was easier, then untangled Akaya’s wrists from his shirt in a hurry. “Sorry, I’ll be right back.” He kissed him quickly then was out the door.

Now the chibi demon definitely wanted to kill someone. As Hiyoshi freed his hands he sat up and stared at the now closed door. He groaned then looked down at the bulge in his pants. As he reached over for the magazine Hiyoshi had left, he sighed. It was gonna be a long evening.

Hiyoshi arrived back almost an hour later. He walked right into Akaya’s room and collapsed onto the bed next to where Akaya was still reading the magazine. He wondered vaguely if it was actually any good. “You are NEVER allowed to get hurt EVER again.” He stated seriously then wrapped his arms around the other’s waist.

When the door opened, Akaya looked up and smiled, "Hey you're ba---ah?" He glanced at his boyfriend and blinked. What the hell had he been doing to wear him out that much? "Heh heh, I doubt that'll happen, but why is that?" He smiled and ran his fingers through his boyfriend’s hair.

Hiyoshi leaned towards Akaya’s hand, encouraging him not to stop. “One of the newer members of the fraternity got hurt while practicing. The President took off for vacation early and there was no one else there who knew what the hell to do outside of calling the campus nurse, so they came and found me. It was nothing too serious. I just needed to run all over the place, get the facts, record it, and make sure he was taken to the proper hospital.” He was so sick of hospitals and paper work.

"Oh," Akaya said with a little smile, his boyfriend was so responsible (one of them had to be after all) and sexy, but it also meant he was really busy. Well it didn't matter as long as he always came back to him at the end of the day. "I'll do my best not to get hurt again then," it was the least he could do for his boyfriend, "Speaking of break, what are you doing for it?"

“Thank you.” Hiyoshi said gratefully. Concerning break though, even though it was in a few days, he hadn’t really thought about it. “Home, I guess.” He answered simply. It was the obvious answer. “I haven’t been back in over a month now and they’ll be expecting me to be there for at least a week.” He really didn’t want to go back to his parent’s house, knowing he was going to be bored out of his mind for most of it. “You?”

"I dunno. Marui-senpai invited the whole team over for a while. Oh, and I'm gonna go home for a while too, even though it's gonna be boring," he explained simply and stretched his arms above his head, "Heh heh, maybe I'll come visit you." He grinned happily, like it was the best idea he'd had all day.

That was the worst idea Hiyoshi had ever heard. “No.” It wasn’t that he didn’t want to see his brat, he just knew putting him and his father in the same prefecture was a bad idea. “You’re better off going to Marui’s.” He was going to miss him, as pathetic as that sounded. He ran his hand lazily up and down Akaya’s chest, wondering if he was going to get even one decent night’s sleep without him there, he was so used to the brat’s presence.

"Eh?!" Akaya’s eyes went wide and he looked down at Hiyoshi in surprise. "Why not?" He knew his boyfriend’s father was strict, but he could behave himself. His senpai’s parents always liked him, why wouldn't Hiyoshi’s? Or was it that the other boy just didn't want him there?

“Trust me, you’d be really bored. My family is very traditional and I’m sure they’ll keep me busy while I’m there anyway.” Hiyoshi knew the minute he got home, his father would put him to work in the dojo. Not that he was complaining, he was used to it and even liked it. Akaya would have nothing to do and he didn’t even want to think about what would happen if his boyfriend met his mother or older brother.

"I can amuse myself," Akaya pouted and poked his boyfriend’s mushroom cap shaped hair. "Come on, I wanna meet 'em. I'll behave, I promise." He set his hand over the one on his chest and rubbed the back of it with his thumb.

Hiyoshi groaned. That house was suffocating for people who weren’t used to it. “I really would rather you not.” He knew that, someday, it would be him and some woman he’d eventually marry in that house; having the same strained relationship as his parents. He didn’t want Akaya to see that. He began laying soft kisses where his head laid on Akaya’s chest, slowly making his way over a nipple, collar bone, light suction on his Adams apple. “You worried you won’t be able to last two weeks without me?” He hated to resort to challenges to keep the boy away, but whatever worked.

Akaya frowned and let out a quiet little groan as Hiyoshi kissed him all over. He had half a mind to push the other boy away and make him tell him why he couldn’t see him during break but the almost teasing and challenging question caught his attention, "So what if I am?" he asked back stubbornly.

Hiyoshi hadn’t expected that. He knew that he’d have trouble going for two weeks without seeing his demon boyfriend, but he’d never thought it might be the same for Akaya. His heart leapt into his throat and he moved his body up so he was once again straddling his boyfriend in a position similar to where they had been before they were interrupted earlier. “Then I’m going to have to make the next few days memorable enough to get us both through it.” He leaned down, lightly sucking on the other boy’s lips, but not putting any pressure on them, teasing him gently, holding Akaya’s body down so that even if he wanted to, he couldn’t lean up into it.

Damn it. He could never stay mad at Hiyoshi, especially not when he was teasing him like that. He struggled against the hold but found he couldn't budge. Interesting. He groaned quietly, his boyfriend was such a tease, but he loved it.

He loved teasing his brat like this, especially when Akaya made those little noises in the back of his throat, making it impossible for Hiyoshi to hold back his own needy moan. He let go and sat up on top of him to take his shirt off then smirked and chucked it across the room. Looking down at his boyfriend below him, he commented with a raised eyebrow. “Well? You expecting me to do all the work?”

It was official. Hiyoshi was trying to kill him. He slid his hands down the other man’s chest, tracing the defined lines of his muscles, "Of course not," he said with a devilish little smirk before flipping their positions and rolling his hips down against Hiyoshi’s. "What kind of boyfriend would I be if I did that?" he teased and moved to kiss along the other boy’s neck and chest, leaving a couple dark marks on his collar bone.

“Not mine.” Hiyoshi answered huskily then bit back a low moan as he felt the other’s bruising kisses. He had been hard before, but something about Akaya being on top of him always excited him. Made him feel vulnerable, which scared him more than he wanted to admit, but it was a fear he wanted to explore and conquer. He thought he was going to be insane the moment Akaya straddled his hips and started rocking against him. It felt so good.

"You're tense..." Akaya mumbled against his boyfriend’s chest and glanced up at him, "What's wrong?" he asked softly and slid his hands up along Hiyoshi’s sides then along his tense but defined abs. Had he done something wrong or maybe he was moving too fast? He knew he had to take it slow with Hiyoshi but they'd gone this far before... He moved to kiss him on the lips lightly, hoping to sooth him.

“Nothing’s wrong.” Hiyoshi tried to insist reassuringly. His body didn’t always like to listen to him. He always needed to be either completely in control or completely let himself go. He liked being in control, but when he was, he was never able to entirely feel everything. That’s why he could last for hours on foreplay. On the other hand, when he let his control slip, he gave everything to Akaya, which explained why he never lasted long once he did so. He had yet to figure out a happy medium. “Just kiss me.” He whispered against the other’s lips with closed eyes.

With a little smile, Akaya pressed their lips together again and rolled their hips together slowly and teasingly. It was torture for him, but he knew he wasn't the only one who would be moaning because of it.

Sanada knew how to find Akaya. He'd had years of practice. It wasn't a surprise when he opened the door easily this time. The surprise was when he saw Akaya straddling and kissing Hiyoshi. Ew. His frown darkened and he pulled his hat down a bit. "Akaya," he said threateningly.

Hiyoshi froze under Akaya, face turning ashen. “Sa… Sanada-san…” His lips mouthed but no sound came out. Didn’t the damn people from Rikkai know how to fucking knock!?

Akaya heard the door open and growled. He looked over at Sanada and frowned, "Fukubuchou," he said almost pleadingly. He wasn't even scared of getting in trouble for whatever it was he did earlier (he'd already forgotten) but he was upset to have his time with Hiyoshi interrupted again.

"You put a---that's---" Sanada sighed and rubbed the bridge of his nose. He thought of just slapping Akaya and going to go wash his eyes out with bleach, but he knew with the boy’s recent head injury slapping him could cause irreparable damage. So he did the only thing he could think of; he turned on his heel like he used to in the academy and walked out, slamming the door hard enough to make the whole wall rattle.

Akaya winced as his door slammed but it didn't faze him. He knew he'd get his punishment later, "Now where were--" He looked at the red rather stunned face of his boyfriend and blinked, "we?" He waved his hand in front of Hiyoshi’s face then poked one red cheek, "Hey, you still alive?"

Hiyoshi registered the hand wave in front of his face and then batted away the finger on his cheek with a glare. “Don’t do that.” He felt like sulking. Sanada had seen them like THAT. He was never going to gain the man’s respect at this rate. Grouchily he mumbled, “We need to work on locking the doors…”

"Meh, it was just Sanada-fukubuchou," the Rikkai kouhai mumbled with a little shrug and moved to kiss Hiyoshi again. Sanada had seen him in a lot of worse positions (and in much worse states of dress). The only difference this time was he knew the other party too.

“Yeah, just the man I’ve been trying to earn respect from for the last month.” Hiyoshi replied sarcastically against the lips trying to kiss him. “In case you haven’t noticed, the mood has been ruined.” He crossed his arms over his chest and glared at the door with a vengeance. Stupid door.

Akaya blinked down at him then smiled and started to laugh. "He already respects you, dummy," he said between laughs and rolled off his boyfriend, his body giving a protesting ache at the loss of contact. Oh well, he'd deal with it later, "He has since before he started training with you, or else he wouldn't do that with you. Hell he wouldn't even talk to you if he didn't."

Hiyoshi grumbled unintelligibly under his breath, something about ‘you didn’t have to move away’ and acknowledged what Akaya said skeptically. He knew that Sanada respected him as a martial artist at least, but he couldn’t help but compare himself to the other man whose aura of confidence and control was astounding. Not to mention, he had Akaya’s complete adoration. “If you say so.” He sat up and leaned against the wall, feeling pathetic, and mentally reprimanded himself for already missing his boyfriend’s touch. What the hell was he going to do over break? “Either way, I’m going to Gekokujou over him one of these days.”

Sitting up to lean against the wall next to him, Akaya grinned and looked over at his boyfriend, "Whatever you say," he said jokingly and leaned lightly against the other man’s side. "Gekokujou over him, huh?" He kissed his cheek. He didn't know how the other man planned to do that because he knew just how powerful his fukubuchou was, but if that was his goal, he'd support him.

Hiyoshi knew that Akaya probably didn’t think he could do it, but he would show his boyfriend in time just how stubborn he was when it came to achieving something he wanted. Yes, vacation would be the perfect time to do some heavy training at the dojo. Bringing Akaya against his chest, he ran his hands through his seaweed-curly hair soothingly, telling himself it was for the brat when it was really more for him. “You want to… go out for food or… catch a movie or something?” He asked awkwardly. He still sucked at asking Akaya out, but it usually made the other boy happy. It was still early enough to go. Besides, it would be good to hang out before they left for vacation.

"Really?" Akaya glanced up at his boyfriend and tried not to purr at the petting of his hair, "Okay! Let's go to uh..." He thought about it for a moment and grinned devilishly, "Let's go get dinner then go dancing!" He moved into Hiyoshi's lap and straddled him, still grinning like a mad man. "It'll be fun! And you can wear some of your new clothes!"

Shit. “Who said you get to choose what we do?” Hiyoshi glared up at him. Dinner sounded nice, but why did Akaya always want to go dancing? “You know I’m terrible at dancing. Do you really want to embarrass yourself that much by being seen with me on the dance floor?” Plus, dancing generally meant going to a bar.

"You'll never get better if you don't practice," Akaya’s grin didn't falter even a little, though his boyfriend was giving him a death glare. He moved closer so his nose was against Hiyoshi’s. "Come on, we can go to the club. We don't have to drink or anything. I just wanna dance with you."

Damn it. How was he supposed to say no to that? Turning his face away so he was looking at the wall instead of directly into his boyfriend’s persuasive eyes, Hiyoshi huffed out, “Fine, but you are taking full responsibility if it’s a catastrophe. No jumping around everywhere either. Technically you’re still supposed to be resting. Understood?” He knew he couldn’t be as convincing when we wasn’t looking right at him seriously, but he was wary of being lured into agreeing to anything else.

"Yes sir!" Akaya teased and pulled him into a kiss before climbing off his lap and walking over to the closet to look for something appropriate to wear. "You should wear those tight pants and the shirts you had on earlier. They looked good." He pulled out a pair of leather pants and a white collared shirt that he pulled on and started buttoning up, while he looked around for his chained wallet and his boots. He glanced in the mirror and ran a hand through his hair while watching Hiyoshi out of the corner of his eye.

Sighing with amused exasperation, Hiyoshi got up and began to follow his boyfriend’s lead. He couldn’t help a half grin on his face when Akaya told him what to wear and then complimented him on it. That was, after all, the reason he had spent so long and so much on new clothes. It had been a pain, there were so many styles and designs available it was ridiculous, but it had been worth it. At least his new clothes would help him fit in more with the surroundings. He already couldn’t wait to get out of the pants, but he figured he could last for a few more hours. The shirt he’s been told him to wear was still folded on the desk. He picked it up and put it on quickly then turned around to face Akaya whom he noticed was watching him. “Do I have your approval, Kirihara-san?” He asked jokingly. “Or should I get my hair cut, too?”

Akaya grinned and turned to face the other man with a big smirk on his face, "Hmm, well it would be pretty hot if you cut it short and spiked it," he teased. He liked Hiyoshi’s mushroom hair, but he couldn't resist teasing him a bit. He walked over and wrapped his arms around the other man’s neck and kissed him lightly, "You look awesome," he whispered and gestured toward the door with his head, "Ready to go?"

‘He better be joking.’ Hiyoshi thought worriedly for a moment before he saw the look on Akaya’s face and relaxed. His father would kill him if it wasn’t in a traditional style; he’d had this hair style for as long as he could remember. He nodded and made his way to the door with Akaya behind him to lock up. “What would you like to eat? Yakiniku? Ramen?” He didn’t have a preference, generally leaving the food choices to Akaya.

"How about McDonalds?" Akaya asked with a big grin. Hiyoshi didn't need to know that the reason he wanted to go there was because they had super mario toys in all the happy meals. He gave his boyfriend his best pouty look as he locked the door, "Please?"

Hiyoshi grimaced at the suggestion. He hated overly greasy food, which is what all of McDonalds food composed of. Well, at least his boyfriend was a cheap date, not that he would have cared either way with the look Akaya was giving him. “Fine.” He gave in way too easily sometimes. Besides, he hadn’t been to a McDonalds in years, maybe it had improved.

The McDonalds was very close to campus, catering to the many hungry students during lunch. The dinner crowd had just started to die off by the time they got there. Hiyoshi should have known Akaya had an ulterior motive for going there; hell, he always had one for going anywhere. The food hadn’t been quite as bad as he remembered, but there were many other much better choices, and no matter how much Akaya liked super Mario, he wasn’t going to convince him a toy was worth going back. However, watching him act like his ‘brat’ namesake as he played with the toy and made ridiculous noises (as embarrassing as it was), might have been worth it. Hiyoshi got one, too.

Akaya had practically skipped the whole way to the fast food restaurant and had nearly leaped on his boyfriend when he'd gotten a toy for himself too. While they ate, he drove his over the table making car sounds. He'd gotten Bowser, his favorite, and Hiyoshi had gotten Princess Peach (which he'd tried, and failed miserably, to not laugh at). He got so lost in making his boyfriend race with him that he didn't even notice how many people were staring at them. When he won their third consecutive race (proving once and for all that Bowser was the best) they packed up and headed toward the club with Akaya leading the way.

It didn't take them more than 10 minutes to arrive, which Akaya was thankful for as his shoes weren't exactly comfortable to walk long distances in, not that he would ever admit to it. It would be a girly thing to do and Akaya was definitely not girly. When they walked in they were immediately assaulted with the loud music and thumping of the bass. It was intoxicating and drew a large grin from the wild haired boy. He'd missed this, even though he'd been having fun with Hiyoshi. He'd missed the dancing and the way he could feel the bass vibrating through his whole body.

Looking over the dance floor, Akaya could see it wasn't a very busy night, but it was just busy enough for there to be variety in the patrons. He could see girls dancing with their girlfriends, guys dancing with their girls, and even a pair of guys dancing together. Perfect, maybe it would keep his easily embarrassed boyfriend from running out screaming. He grabbed Hiyoshi’s hand just in case and started to pull him toward the mass of bodies that swayed in time with the music.

‘I’m doing this for Akaya,’ Hiyoshi had to keep reminding himself as he let Akaya pull him through the crowded dance space. He could deal with loud music, he reasoned, it was the crowd he generally had problems with. It wasn’t that he couldn’t stand dancing. On more than one occasion, his mother had made him accompany her to monthly ballroom classes. It was just this kind of dancing, and in public, that he felt self-conscious. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a male couple dancing in the midst of all the other couples. Well, no one seemed to be giving them funny looks…

Once Akaya found a little spot amidst the crowd, he pulled his boyfriend against him and started moving their hips together slowly as he whispered into his ear just loud enough for the other man to hear him, "Just relax. It's only you and me," He gave the ear a quick gentle nip, "Relax and move your hips with mine." He would get his boyfriend dancing by the end of the night, he swore it.

Hiyoshi was embarrassed but determined not to look like an idiot. He closed his eyes, trying to block out all the other couples surrounding them and slowly started to move his hips with Akaya’s to the beat as instructed. He still felt awkward dancing in front of so many people, even if he knew they weren’t looking at him. He couldn’t get his body to relax. The song they were currently dancing to was annoying.

As Hiyoshi’s eyes closed, Akaya smiled a little and pressed their lips together gently. He loved the way they felt together, it was soothing and kept him from worrying about the long break. It was going to be weird not being able to just go hang out in his boyfriend’s room and wait for him to come home, but, hey, he'd lived for this long without Hiyoshi, what was another week or two? Even as he thought it he knew that wasn't true. Break was going to be torture.

The kiss was a welcome distraction. Hiyoshi let himself sink into it, finally, if only for a moment, he forgot about the crowd. Then the song changed to something a bit more tolerable which also made a big difference. He pulled his boyfriend closer to him and let himself be led by his movements, his hips swaying a bit more naturally against Akaya’s.

Akaya smiled and turned in Hiyoshi’s arms so his back was to him and started moving back against him, his hands finding their way into the soft bowl-cut hair. He wasn't as good at dancing as Gakuto, but he could definitely hold his own, and he'd danced with enough men to know just how to move.

The brat was going to drive him crazy if he kept doing that; the combined feel of his hands in his hair and moving against him becoming a little overwhelming. Taking a chance look at some of the other couples around them, Hiyoshi noticed that many were being even more risqué than them. Wrapping his arms around his boyfriend’s waist possessively, he leaned forward to say teasingly in his ear, “I think if I ever catch you dancing like this with someone else, I’m going to have to start killing things.”

As the arms came around his waist, Akaya let out a small groan and rolled his hips back against his boyfriend’s again. The words though, they left him breathless. Hiyoshi cared about him that much, was that protective of him. The thought left a fluttering in his chest and he craned his neck around to steal a heated kiss. That was the only answer he could give because he knew if he ever saw Hiyoshi like this with anyone else he would be killing things too.

One hand left Akaya’s waist to plunge into the back of messy black curls, crushing their mouths together even harder. Their hips never leaving each other while still gyrating in time to the music. His heart raced at the contact and the rest of the world disappeared. It was fact; Hiyoshi couldn’t get enough of the demon brat who had managed to fully embed himself into his life.

Hiyoshi was gasping for breathe by the time they pulled apart, not sure which one of them pulled back first. He gave Akaya a small smile then buried his head in his neck, nuzzling and kissing it lightly.

Akaya panted quietly, completely and utterly swept up by his boyfriend. He faced forward as lips met his neck and couldn't hold back a low moan, "Keep it up," he groaned, "and I'm going to drag you into the bathroom and have my way with you," he half-teased.

“No you won’t.” Hiyoshi teased right back then dragged his lips up to his ear. “Cause if you do I won’t be chaining you to the bed once we get home.” Maybe it was the atmosphere that was making him act this way, or maybe it was just Akaya.

Akaya had always been a very visual person with a very good imagination, when someone said something he saw it in his mind and the image of Hiyoshi above him while he tugged at the restraints on his hands drew a deep moan from him, "Mm, promise?"

Hiyoshi smirked and chuckled lightly into his ear. Instead of answering, he bit down lightly on Akaya’s ear and sucked at it gently. Looking around, he noticed it was getting to be bit crowded on the dance floor. “Let’s get something to drink at the bar and cool off. Then we can talk about what’s going to happen after.” The current song was ending anyway.

Akaya wasn't sure if Hiyoshi did it on purpose or not, but his teasing was such wonderful torture, "Okay," he laced his fingers with his boyfriend’s and led them off the floor, eager to find out what surprises the rest of their evening held. They approached the bar just as two girls got up and left, so he nabbed the barstools and gestured to the bartender who nodded and made his way over, "What do you want?"

“Doesn’t matter, you order for me.” Hiyoshi never knew what to order at these places, always just ordering whatever everyone else was having or drinking whatever the person he was with put in front of him. There were way too many types of drinks and mixes to keep them all straight and he trusted Akaya not to give him something he would regret later. He supposed he could always just order a non-alcoholic drink, but he didn’t want to come off as being un-manly in front of his boyfriend.

Akaya shrugged and ordered himself something strong and bitter and a drink that was much more mild for his boyfriend. He'd rather the other boy be mostly sober when they got back. His own nose would be safer that way. Not long after placing his order, the drinks were placed in front of them and he wasted no time in starting on it.

The mushroom-capped boy had to admit, the bar wasn’t that bad. The music was too loud and there were too many people around for him to be comfortable, but he was having a good time with Akaya. He’d even started to enjoy ‘dancing’ with him. He sipped at his drink slowly, not sure exactly what he’d been given, but it tasted good. He was about to inquire over what it was when two girls approached them asking something he couldn’t hear over all the noise.

Out of habit, Akaya’s devious smirk immediately appeared on his face when the girls approached. They had good taste. Hiyoshi was looking rather confused so he stepped up. He was the experienced one after all. He kept the smirk on his face as he told them they were taken. The girls only turned on the charm more, trying to woo them away from their 'obviously loser girlfriends' who had left them all alone. "Girlfriends?" he said smoothly, his voice easily carrying over the music without him having to yell, "I never said we have girlfriends," his eyes flashed mischievously as the girls looked hopeful. Just like in tennis, he crushed their hopes mercilessly by pulling Hiyoshi into a deep kiss without any kind of warning. The girls turned bright red and quickly excused themselves, but Akaya didn't pull away. He was quite comfortable where he was.

Hiyoshi was grateful Akaya was dealing with them since he didn’t care to. He had turned slightly away from them to let Akaya handle it when he clearly heard Akaya say the word ‘girlfriend’ over the music. Turning back towards them to see what they were talking about, he was surprised to find himself suddenly in the middle of a heated kiss with his boyfriend. He automatically closed his eyes and sighed a little into the kiss when suddenly someone bumped into his back and broke him out of his demon brat induced haze. Standing up startled, he narrowed his eyes at Akaya in a glare and tried to hold in his anger, “I need some air. I’ll be right back.”

Akaya blinked as Hiyoshi glared at him. What had he done wrong? He quickly downed his drink and dropped some money on the counter before following his boyfriend through the crowd. He stepped out into the cool air and shivered, it was a stark contrast to the hot club. He looked around and spotted the other man not far away. "Oi, what's wrong?" he asked almost cautiously.

The cold air felt wonderful after being inside the stuffy bar, and there were very few people outside. Nevertheless, he was only able to enjoy his moment of solitude for a mere second before Akaya came out after him. Hiyoshi really would have preferred having a few minutes, at least, but he doubted Akaya would understand that. “I told you I’d be right back. The crowd was getting to me.” ‘That and I still don’t appreciate it when you blatantly kiss me in front of an audience.’ He added to himself silently.

"You're mad at me," Akaya stated simply and leaned against the wall near his boyfriend. "At least tell me what I did wrong," he mumbled as he shoved his hands in his pockets. He was starting to find that he didn't like the other man being mad at him. It bothered him far more than he wanted to admit.

Hiyoshi sighed and looked over at his boyfriend. Fine, he would tell him again. “I think I’ve told you numerous times that I don’t appreciate you doing that. I don’t like being out on display or being stared at.” The ‘that’ should be pretty obvious. “I’m not mad. Obviously, you don’t care enough to stop, so I came outside to deal with it on my own.” He realized he really wasn’t angry over it, more upset that Akaya continued to do something that he’d continuously said made him uncomfortable.

Akaya winced and looked down at the ground, suddenly finding the gum on the pavement very intriguing. "Sorry," he said quietly, "That was the easiest way to make them go away though... When they don't leave after saying you’re taken you have to take more drastic measures..." He kicked at a little pebble and hunched a little more, "Besides... You didn't seem to mind when we were dancing..."

“I’m sure you’re smart enough to come up with a way to get rid of unwanted company without kissing the person you’re with.” Hell, his brat had a talent to get out of almost anything. About the dancing though, “It’s different.” He was missing the point. “When we were dancing… it was just us. You weren’t kissing me to show off or purposely so other people would watch, unless I’m wrong.” He looked into his boyfriend’s eyes, sincerely hoping that wasn’t the case.

"I never kiss you to show off," Akaya said growling and looking up at Hiyoshi, finally meeting his eyes with green determined ones, "I always kiss you just because I want to. I'm not scared of what other people think like you are." He straightened his back again, returning to his full height so he stood a few centimeters taller than the other man. "I'm not ashamed of the way I am, Wakashi."

“I know.” Hiyoshi said fondly, not at all put off by Akaya’s change in demeanor. “He brought a hand up to run through Akaya’s bangs. “It’s one of the things I like about you, and why I’m trying to… get better at it.” He let his hand drop and added seriously. “But that doesn’t mean it’s going to happen over night or that I’m not going to get irritated when you do it.”

Akaya let out a quiet sigh and brought his arms around the other boy, pulling him into a hug, "Fine," he mumbled and nuzzled the other boy’s neck, "I promise that I'll try to not do it as much..." He said softly and punctuated the sentence with a kiss to his neck, "But that doesn't mean I'm going to stop holding you like this, they can stare all they want..." he moved to nip at Hiyoshi’s ear once then rested his forehead against his boyfriend’s strong shoulder. He needed physical contact, public and private, and being denied that made him uneasy, but he knew it made his lover uncomfortable. "Can you live with that?" He didn't know what he'd do if Hiyoshi said no, but he waited with bated breath, hoping he didn't have to find out.

Hiyoshi didn’t agree right away, instead taking a moment to think over the request and consider the position they were in. He didn’t want to tell Akaya he would be alright with something when later he would regret it. In the end, he knew that in some situations he might still feel uncomfortable, but if Akaya was willing to make some sacrifices for him, he needed to be willing to meet him half-way. Lifting Akaya’s face up by his chin, he leaned forward and kissed his forehead, then slid his lips down to kiss his nose. “Yes. Thank you.”

The hesitation was killing him, but the kiss to the forehead soothed him immediately and the kiss to the nose made him close his eyes and let out the breath he'd been holding, "Good," he mumbled and smiled before opening his eyes to meet Hiyoshi’s. "Hey... Let's go home." Right now he just wanted to kiss his boyfriend silly, but he wasn't about to break their little deal. He'd wait until it was just them, then he wouldn't hold back.

Those were exactly the words Hiyoshi wanted to hear. Nodding at his boyfriend in silent agreement, he took his hand and led them both back into the bar. He was on his way to pay the tab and go, when the fast upbeat music faded into a slow melodious tune. Turning to his boyfriend, he asked with a soft smirk, “Want one more dance?”

"Yeah," Akaya decided not to tell his boyfriend he'd already paid, at least not yet. For now, he was content with just moving against the other boy. He led them out to a good place on the dance floor and started swaying with the music. He didn't lead the other man this time though, he wanted to see if he could handle it on his own.

Hiyoshi’s smirk grew when he noticed that Akaya was giving him the lead. He may not be the master of techno and gyrating, but slow dancing he could handle. He brought Akaya against his chest, but instead of just swaying back and forth like many of the other couples; he slowly guided Akaya into an easy half-waltz. Chuckling slightly at Akaya’s confused look. He spun him around and then back again. You weren’t a Hyoutei alumni if you didn’t at least know a basic waltz.

Well he hadn't expected that at all. Akaya’s eyes went wide as he was spun out then back. How did Hiyoshi just make him do that? What surprised him even more was that the crowd on the dance floor backed away and gave them a small circle to dance in. He felt his cheeks heating up and he swallowed hard as he tried to follow the other man’s lead. He'd never tried this kind of dance before and he was at a loss for what to do.

Hiyoshi hadn’t expected the crowd to move for them after one little twirl and felt his cheeks going red, but since he had been the one to start it, he wasn’t about to back down. Making his movements easy for Akaya to follow, he brought him closer and whispered in his ear, “Just follow me, like in doubles.” He didn’t do anything too fancy. Spun Akaya out and around him a few times, having himself do most of the fancy foot work. Akaya turned out to be very good at following him and so even went as far as to do a bridge and spun himself out of it and back into Akaya’s arms. Then the song was over and he was smiling. He had enjoyed that.

Like doubles? He could do doubles. Once Akaya got the basic idea of the movements, he found it easy to follow his boyfriend and was even a little disappointed when the song ended. Though, as soon as the crowd started clapping, he blushed deeper. His boyfriend’s gorgeous smile didn't help, and he tugged Hiyoshi off the dance floor and toward the door.

“Hey!” Hiyoshi half laughed at Akaya suddenly pulling him towards the exit. “I still need to pay the tab.” What was the sudden big hurry for? He couldn’t see Akaya’s face since it was faced down with his bangs mostly covering his eyes. Did he step on his foot or something?

"I already paid it," Akaya said quickly and didn't stop until they were outside. He tried to hide the deep blush that had already crept its way down his neck. The last time he'd been this red he’d been in demon mode. "You uh… you're good at that..." he mumbled quietly and scratched the back of his neck, his fingers wrapping unconsciously in the black curls.

His boyfriend sounded odd, not in a bad way, just not the way his chibi demon usually sounded. Curious, Hiyoshi led them a little ways away from the bar and away from the crowds before turning back towards him. Akaya still wasn’t looking at him. Snickering, he moved Akaya’s hand away from his face and made him look up at him so he could see his eyes. “Akaya? Are you actually blushing?”

The question just made him blush harder and Akaya looked away quickly. "D-don't be stupid," he mumbled. He didn't get embarrassed, ever. He couldn't be blushing. He must have a fever! Yeah! That was it. Okay, so maybe he was blushing, a little. He tried to look up at Hiyoshi and felt the blush deepen yet again, even though he didn't think it was possible.

It had to be, by far, one of the most adorable, and comedic, things Hiyoshi had ever seen in his life. Akaya was bright red, though not his eyes thankfully, and was stuttering like a little kid… or should he say brat? His face turned up and he let out a loud crystal clear laugh into the night. Ruffling the brat’s hair, he pulled him against him, trying to stifle his laughter in the brat’s hair. “What are you blushing over? We only danced, and not nearly as provocatively as before.”

"O-Oi!" Akaya said indignantly and pouted at the other man, "Don't laugh at me!" He was going to throw more of a fuss but then he found himself in a hug and he fell quiet. Hiyoshi could piss him off and calm him down faster than anyone else he knew. "I've never danced like that before..." he said quietly.

“Well, you did a good job then.” Hiyoshi answered proudly and pulled away. “Now you know how I feel dancing your way,” his smile never leaving his face as he said so. It had felt good to laugh like that; it had been a good night.

"I--That's differ---" His complaint died and he rubbed the back of his neck again, but it didn't take long for Hiyoshi’s smile to infect him as well and soon Akaya was grinning from ear to ear, despite the light blush that still remained.

Hiyoshi rolled his eyes amusedly, knowing exactly what Akaya had been about to say. “C’mon” He held out his hand for Akaya to take. “Let’s go home.”

Akaya nodded and laced his fingers with his boyfriend’s. He didn't need to say anything else; he would probably ruin the mood if he did. Instead, he settled for just walking hand in hand back to his dorm room. He hadn't noticed just how much he'd come to rely on the other man, and as they walked, he knew... Break was going to be hell without Hiyoshi.


Author’s Note: My friend and I would like to thank everyone who is taking the time to read this. We’ve both been fans of fic for a very long time but this is our first time actually writing anything ourselves that we got up the nerve to post for public scrutiny. I’m sure there are lots of errors and whatnot, but if you’ve gotten this far then I guess that means there must be something you like about it. XD I never anticipated it going on for this long but I’m enjoying writing it immensely and hope you all continue to enjoy it as well. ^_^