Of bratty demons and mushroom heads

Interlude: Hiyoshi

It’s been a week, a week alone in the house with my parents. I don’t remember it ever feeling this suffocating before. Then again, I’ve never been gone from home this long. The longer I’m here, the more I realize that nothing ever changes. My father is still set in his traditional ways, teaching the same classes, finding everything he can to correct about me. My mother is still preening for guests, going off to fancy dinners with her friends, pretending she’s happy. For the first time I understand what Aniki always complained about.

When it’s not being used, the dojo is still my place of solace. I’m training hard every day, sometimes all night since I’m not sleeping very well anyway. I miss Akaya. Thinking of him though just makes it harder to sleep and makes me want to go back to the dojo. Being in the house reminds me of things, things I would rather not think about, but I can’t escape from. This is my home. This is where I’m going to end up, in the same situation as my mother and father. I asked for this, still want this.

No, that’s not quite right. I want the dojo. I knew a long time that I wanted to teach Kobujutsu martial arts and live a simple traditional life. What has changed? The answer is pathetically obvious. I used to be content with the idea that someday my parents would find me a wife and things would just go the natural traditional course. It was easier that way and less for me to worry about. I hadn’t counted anyone, let alone the brat, to show up in my life.

It isn’t going to last. I have to acknowledge that. Someday, whether it’s in a month or a year, either Akaya is going to tire of me and find someone else, or my parents will try to engage me again and I will have to let him go. I know that Akaya would never be happy if he stayed with me anyway. I’m too boring and Akaya needs someone that can keep him interested. It would be better if I made it easier on both of us and subtly try to pull back so things don’t go any farther.

The other day I saw my mother going through pictures of bridal candidates. She kept asking me what kind of girls I was interested in. I know my mother cares for me and would never actually force anything on me… but my father is another story. I have no intention of ending things with Akaya, just the thought… I don’t want to think about it, but I need to take a step back less it hurt even more in the end. If I just wait, and enjoy the time we have together… eventually he will leave me. At least that way Akaya won’t be hurt and I can deal with it and go about with my life as I originally planned. That is the best option.

CHAPTER 15

Akaya double checked the address Sanada had given him again and looked up at the dojo in awe. He'd only ever been to the Sanada’s dojo before and it had been years since then. It had been a whole week and a half since he'd last seen his boyfriend and he was tired of waiting, especially when he'd heard what Hiyoshi’s father was like from Sanada. He pulled his backpack a little further up on his shoulder and walked up to the door, steeling himself for his boyfriend’s rage. He knew the other boy wouldn't be happy to see him here, but he knew deep down they both needed this. Needed each other. Ok, that had sounded really lame. Well, whatever. He knocked on the door and waited. He wasn't sure how dojo’s worked, since his family was anything but traditional, but he hoped someone heard him.

Hiyoshi had just finished some training of his own and was now viewing and helping out with one of his father’s lessons when there was a knock on the side entrance of the dojo. Confused, he caught his father’s side glance telling him to get rid of whoever it was. He made his way quickly to the sliding door and opened it, eyes going wide. The sight of Akaya standing there was like a soothing balm, and he wanted so badly to grab the other boy and pull him close... but couldn’t. Instead, he quickly looked back to make sure his father was occupied before slipping out. “You’re not supposed to be here.” He bit out while sliding the door closed, facing away from Akaya. He wasn’t sure if his voice came out like that because he was angry or because he was trying to hold himself back from crushing him in his arms.

"I know," Akaya said quietly with a little forced smile, "But I wanted to see you." 'Stay calm, Akaya, you knew he'd be mad, you can do this,' he cheered himself on mentally while physically he felt the lump in his chest grow and he shook subtly with nervousness. He set his bag down and looked around, making sure no one could see them before wrapping his arms around Hiyoshi’s waist and pulling him back against his chest so he could rest his head on the other boys shoulder. "Please don't be mad at me, Wakashi... I just needed to see you..." He'd never been good at hiding his emotions and his voice reflected just how vulnerable he felt and how lonely he'd been. Even though he'd been around his teammates and family all break, it wasn't the same.

Damn it… Hiyoshi had been trying to convince himself for the past few days that he could handle this. It was time to prove it. Steeling himself, he slowly turned and gently pushed Akaya back and off of him, his face emotionless and not able to look directly at him. “You’ve seen me. If you want to wait until after the class is over I can meet you for lunch. Now, I have to go.” It hurt a lot to say, but his father was on the other side of the wall, if he saw them together… He turned around again to enter back in to the dojo.

"Wakashi..." The shock and hurt was evident on Akaya’s face as he was pushed away, "I--" He fell silent as the other boy turned to go back inside and dropped his head to stare at the floor, "Okay... I'll wait..." He sat down on the edge of the little wooden deck. He pulled his knees up to his chest and wrapped his arms around them tightly, trying not to think about the painful ache in his chest. There had to be a reason for his boyfriend’s actions. Maybe he knew about ninja security cameras or something that Akaya didn't. Either way, if Hiyoshi said wait, he would wait.

Twenty minutes later, Hiyoshi was sitting on the dojo floor staring at nothing. His father had given him a questioning look when he walked back in, but he’d shaken his head and his father had accepted that. Now all he could think about was his boyfriend on the other side of the wall waiting for him. It was a good thing he wasn’t participating in the lesson, or else his father would have definitely noticed something was wrong. Twenty-five minutes… only twenty more to go. He couldn’t wait any longer.

During a short break, Hiyoshi excused himself from the lesson, earning a disappointed look from his father, but he didn’t care. He went out the front entrance and quickly walked around to the side where Akaya was still sitting there waiting for him. Looking around first to make sure no one was watching, he forced himself to approach him normally. “Let’s go. You can wait in the house while I change for lunch.”

While Akaya waited, all he could think about was how this had been a dumb idea. He had thought his boyfriend would be happy to see him, but obviously he'd been wrong. He hated thinking that Hiyoshi didn't care about him as much as he cared about him, but he knew it was probably true. He didn't like like many people, but in both cases when he’d liked someone like that, he ended up falling for them hard. He was a needy person, both physically and mentally. Maybe he was overwhelming his boyfriend? Akaya looked up as he heard footsteps and stood. He couldn't find his words so he just nodded dumbly and picked up his backpack. He waited for Hiyoshi to lead the way because he had no idea where the house was.

Akaya was being too quite. Hiyoshi glanced over his shoulder and saw Akaya following him sullenly as if he were thinking of something that upset him. He didn’t know how to go about asking him what was wrong, so he just dropped it, hoping Akaya would tell him on his own if he wanted to, they were almost to the house anyway. No one else was home, so he let them both in through the back door and had Akaya take off his shoes before escorting him to the back of the house where his room was. On the way down the hall, he asked, trying to sound as natural as possible, “How has your vacation been?”

Akaya could tell the tone was a bit forced, but at least it wasn't as bad as it had been earlier. He smiled just slightly, "It's been ok. I hung out at Marui-senpai’s house for a while, but..." He reached out to take Hiyoshi’s hand in his lightly, "it was lonely...” He was trying to be as honest as possible about his feelings, trying to get his Hiyoshi back. His Wakashi, the one that had just been smiling and laughing with him a week and a half ago.

Hiyoshi squeezed Akaya’s hand back slightly and nodded his head; he’d been lonely, too. He then let go in order to get the items needed for his shower. Before walking out, he couldn’t help stopping to run a hand through his boyfriend’s hair once, having been craving the feel of it under his palm all week. “Sorry, I’ll be right back. Then we can get out of here.” The shower room was right across the hall, so it would only take a minute to rinse off.

Akaya closed his eyes, savoring the feel of those fingers in his hair before flopping down on Hiyoshi’s bed and burying his face in the pillow. It smelled like his boyfriend and it soothed him. Almost immediately after the other man left, he fell asleep. He'd gotten very little sleep that week since he'd gone home. Nightmares and insomnia had kept him awake, but as soon as he smelled Hiyoshi all around, his body relaxed and it made his eyelids heavy. He curled around the other boy’s pillow and smiled a little in his sleep.

Hiyoshi forgot to bring a change of clothes with him since he usually didn’t have to. ‘Oh well,’ he thought, ‘it’s not like Akaya hasn’t seen me undressed before.’ On the way back to his room, he was trying to figure out what to say to Akaya. Odd, it had never been difficult or uncomfortable trying to talk to him before. He walked back in with only a towel wrapped around his waist and was about to ask where he wanted to go when he stopped in his tracks.

His chibi demon was curled up on his futon asleep. He was snuggling his pillow with a little smile on his face, lightly snoring. His heart jumped in his chest. He couldn’t help leaning down, brining his face close to Akaya’s and slowly running his hands through the web of tangled curly hair. Sighing softly, he leaned forward to kiss the brat’s nose lightly, feeling an overwhelming need to get on the futon and just hold him. He knew better though. His door was closed and no one in the house would enter without knocking first, but it was still too risky.

At the light touch to his nose, Akaya opened his eyes slowly and reached over the bed, looking for his boyfriend. When he didn't find him, he groaned and sat up, "Hn... where..." He turned his head and smiled when he found him. "You look sexy," he mumbled and reached out to touch his boyfriend’s exposed abs lightly, "You've lost weight though..." That brought a frown to his face. Had Hiyoshi not been taking care of himself again? "Have you been eating?" he asked quietly, finally starting to sound more awake.

Hiyoshi sucked in a breath at that touch and quickly pulled away to go about finding clothes to put on. “I’ve been training a lot,” he answered simply. Maybe he hadn’t been eating as much as he should have, but he had been eating. He was required to have dinner every night with his parents. “Of course I’ve been eating.” He quickly pulled on a pair of old jeans and a t-shirt. He hadn’t packed very much, knowing his parents wouldn’t like his new wardrobe and there were plenty of clothes still here.

Akaya watched him dress and frowned. "Whatever you say..." he mumbled and lay back down on his side. “So where do you wanna go to lunch?" He asked with an almost tired tone to his voice.

“I don’t know. How hungry are you?” Hiyoshi wasn’t actually hungry, but it was something to do and would get them both out of the house. Looking up at the wall clock, he figured he had about an hour before his father came in and started asking questions. He really just wanted to keep running his hands through Akaya’s hair and hold him. How many times had he thought that in the last fifteen minutes? He needed to stop this train of thought before he went insane.

"I--" Akaya forced a little smile, "How about we just go get ramen? I'm sure there's a good place around here right?" He needed to act normal, like his chest didn't ache. The stony look on his boyfriend’s face was too much. "You'll have to lead the way though," he forced a laugh, "Oh right, can I leave my backpack here? It's heavy..."

Hiyoshi knew there was something wrong with Akaya, but couldn’t figure out what it was, and the brat wasn’t telling him which was frustrating. “There’s a small ramen place close by we can go to.” He didn’t eat out around here often, always just ate at home, and he rarely had guests over. “I can carry it.” Picking up Akaya’s bag, he noted it really was heavy. “What did you pack in here? Where were you planning on staying tonight?”

"I...” Akaya hid behind a wide smile, "Oh, I'm gonna get a hotel, don't worry," he lied quickly. Of course he'd planned on staying with Hiyoshi, but apparently it wasn't going to happen. "Sorry, didn't mean to pack it so heavy."

This was ridiculous. Usually his brat was such an annoyingly good liar, but right now he was failing badly. He put the bag down and marched over to him, dragging him up off the futon by the arm so that they were standing eye to eye. “What’s wrong?” If anything, Hiyoshi should be the one who was upset; after all, he was the one who specifically told Akaya not to come. Now, Akaya had shown up without any notice and Hiyoshi could get into a lot of trouble if his parents found out he’d let someone into the house without their permission.

Akaya didn't even flinch as he was dragged to his feet, he just kept smiling, just like he had years ago when he'd been told that Sanada was only interested in Yukimura. He didn't know what else to do. "It's nothing," he lied again and picked up his bag, "You ready to go?" 'Or should I go alone?' he added in his head.

It was Hiyoshi’s turn to sit on the futon, head in his palms. He felt the beginnings of a massive headache coming on. “Haven’t I told you before that I hate it when you lie to me?” He rebuked softly. What had he done wrong? Akaya had come, saying he missed him, making him happy enough to not get angry at him for showing up without any notice. He hadn’t kicked him out or been mean to him. Hell, he couldn’t think of anything that was different except for the pain in his chest at having to hold back from touching him.

"I'm... I'm going to go. You don't want me around," Akaya kept smiling, "So uh... I guess I'll see you back at school." He set his hand on the door handle and paused. He didn’t like this. He didn't like it at all. No! He wasn't going to leave it like this, "Wakashi... How come you're acting so weird? I mean... You don't smile or anything. You look like a statue... or like, ya know, before..." He stared at the door handle, debating whether he should open it or not. He could run and not deal with this until school started, but that would be a cowardly thing to do, and he wasn't a coward.

Hiyoshi’s eyes widened and he thought his heart would stop when Akaya said he was leaving. How could the brat think for a moment that he didn’t want him? What had he done wrong? Maybe this was when Akaya was going to leave him. He knew it was going to happen, but he didn’t think it would be so soon… He almost didn’t catch the rest of what he said, but when he did, his eyes narrowed and he finally let his frustration out. “What the hell are you talking about, brat? You’re the one who’s acting weird! What ‘before’ are you talking about?” He stood while speaking and covered Akaya’s hand on the doorknob. The brat wasn’t going anywhere until he had some answers.

There was the Hiyoshi he knew and lov-- liked... a lot. "I'm talking about before we started going out." Akaya’ other hand covered Hiyoshi’s that held his to the doorknob, "You're all emotionless again. I can't read you. I'm not acting weird... I just don't know what to do." He finally let the nervous smile melt from his face and he stood there just watching his boyfriend’s face, looking rather vulnerable.

“I…” Hiyoshi didn’t know what to say to that, but it didn’t sound like Akaya was leaving him. That calmed him. “C’mon, we can’t stay here right now.” He brought their hands up off the doorknob and quickly kissed Akaya’s palm. Looking into his eyes with what he hoped was a sincere expression and not emotionless as Akaya was claiming him to be. “We’ll talk about this later.” He let go of Akaya and grabbed his wallet as well as Akaya’s bag from him, motioning for him to follow. He couldn’t take his boyfriend’s hand in case someone saw them, but he turned to make sure Akaya was behind him as they exited through the back door.

Akaya let Hiyoshi carry his bag as he followed him out, his eyes wandering over the house and garden as they walked. It was so... plain. It was traditional, yeah, the kind of place Yanagi and Sanada probably had wet dreams about, but to him it was just boring. He much preferred his western style zoo of a home. "How can you live in a place like this?" he asked quietly.

“A place like this?” Hiyoshi wasn’t sure if he should take offense to that. Yeah, it may be traditional and boring to some, but it was his home. “It’s not that bad. We have a small koi pond on the other side of the yard, and the secondary house is actually fairly modernized.” As they went by the dojo, he saw that classes just getting out. Holding his hand up, signaling for Akaya to be quiet, he handed Akaya his bag and commanded quietly, “Follow me, and if anyone says anything, be polite and don’t speak unless you’re spoken to directly.” His father was busy talking to the students, so he didn’t need to worry about that. As long as they walked naturally, no one should stop them.

Akaya nodded a bit confused, but did as he was told. As they walked past the students he heard a man’s voice and looked over. Was that Hiyoshi’s dad? While he was looking away, he tripped over an uneven part of the pavement and fell flat on his face. With a little groan he sat up and rubbed his head. His ears were ringing a little, but he ignored it. Hopefully no one saw that totally uncool move.

Whirling around when he heard a thud in back of him, Hiyoshi could feel his perfect composure breaking as he saw Akaya’s expression. Without thinking, he held out a hand to help him up. Looking over his shoulder at his father, he noticed he was looking at them with a questioning look. Shit, he’d seen them. Once Akaya was on his feet, he quickly let go of his hand and turned towards his father to see what needed to be done. Thankfully, he was already looking the other direction and talking to someone else. “Let’s go.” Without looking back, he led them away from the house.

The hand offered to him had made Akaya smile but the 'Oh shit' look that came over Hiyoshi a moment later wiped it off his face. He nodded at the command and followed him silently.

Instead of taking Akaya to the ramen shop as they had previously discussed, Hiyoshi led him to the nearby Okura Hotel. Akaya said he was planning to stay at a hotel, so this should be fine. It wasn’t as nice as the Prince Hotel down the street, but it would cost less so his parents wouldn’t take much notice of the cost on the family credit card. His mother came here all the time for meetings with friends and fancy dinners so his name was immediately recognized. He was instantly set up with accommodations without much hassle. “You can stay here tonight.” He said to his boyfriend after he was handed a key. “They have pretty good room service, too, so go ahead and order whatever you want.”

Akaya blinked as they walked into the hotel. "The ramen place is in a hotel?" He looked around and was surprised as the hotel people immediately turned their attention to his boyfriend. Why did they all know his name? "You--uh... thanks..." he stuttered and looked down at the key. He hated being treated to things by Hiyoshi, but in this case he was a bit glad. He didn't have the money for a hotel, especially of this caliber.

Akaya would be staying on the seventh floor, so when they had everything they needed; he escorted him to the elevator. Once inside and the door closed, Hiyoshi did what he had been craving to do since he first saw him. He pulled Akaya into his arms and threaded his fingers through the brat’s hair, leaning into the slightly taller boy’s strong body. It felt so good to just have him there. “I’ll try to be back in an hour or two, go ahead and eat without me.” He knew it was pathetic, and it would only hurt him more in the end, but he realized he needed Akaya right now. Even if Akaya was going to leave him eventually, he was here now. He pulled away as the elevator doors opened to the seventh floor and gently pushed Akaya out. “Please wait for me.” He gave a small wave as the doors closed again, leaving Akaya on the other side.

When Hiyoshi basically jumped into his arms, Akaya felt all the stress from earlier drift away and he let out a long sigh, but the words left him frowning and the doors closing in front of his face just confused the hell out of him. He stood there for a long minute just staring at the shiny elevator doors before everything finally registered. Well, at least he was coming back eventually.

Looking down at his key, Akaya read, "Room 707, huh..." He looked at the signs on the wall and went in the general direction of the room. "705... 706... and..." He looked at the next door with a smile then paused in confusion, "708? The hell?" He looked at the surrounding doors, no 707. He walked back down the hall again, checking all the doors. Still no 707. Grumbling about the stupid designers, he walked around the 4 other halls until he found room 707 on the opposite side of the building. He glared at the door as he slid his key in. When the door opened, he blinked and double checked the number on the door. The room was huge. He walked in, in shock, and looked around. Dropping his bag and shoes by the door, he walked over to look out the window then flopped down on the bed with a big grin. He quickly grabbed the room service menu and called in his order. He couldn't wait for Hiyoshi to get back.

Hiyoshi walked home as fast as possible, closer to jogging. As expected, his father was waiting for him with questions of why he’d left practice early and who the boy was he saw him with. Hiyoshi had a moment to wonder if it was a bad sign that he’d never had a reason to lie to his father until he started seeing Akaya. Figuring it was close enough to the truth, he told him that a friend from school had come to visit who was staying nearby and had invited him to come hang out. Although strict, his father was not an intentionally mean person and didn’t deny him his social connections. It took a bit of coaxing, but after sitting down to an early meal with his parents and his mother insisting on his behalf that hanging out with friends was good for him, he was excused for the evening. Didn’t they even realize he was an adult in college now?

Without bothering with anything else, the moment he was given the okay to go, Hiyoshi was out the door and on his way back to the hotel. It had taken him close to three hours to get back, and hoped Akaya wouldn’t be too upset with him for making him wait. His heart raced at the prospect of Akaya and the privacy of a hotel room so close. Not pausing for anything, he walked right into the hotel and went up to the seventh floor to room 707. He knocked, a mixed feeling of anticipation and dread filling his stomach, not sure if Akaya would still be upset at him or not.

For the last hour, Akaya had been sitting watching sumo on TV and cheering while he munched on his dessert. Hiyoshi’d said to order what he wanted after all. As soon as he heard the knock on the door, he charged for it, tripping over the foot stool, the rug, the coffee table, and his shoes on the way. When he finally got the door open, he pulled his boyfriend in and closed the door quickly, hugging him close. "Welcome back," he said happily.

Hiyoshi was at a loss for words, the barest hint of a smile appearing on his face. Akaya had waited for him. He returned the embrace, letting all the pent up stress leave his body as he leaned against the other boy and nuzzled gently into his neck, breathing in his scent. It was almost sickening how vulnerable he felt right then, but he would rather feel vulnerable than pull away. “I’m sorry for earlier.” He wasn’t a hundred percent sure what he was apologizing for, but if he had done something wrong, he wanted it out of the way as quickly as possible.

"It's ok," Akaya assured quietly and pulled back to look at him, "You're here, so it's ok," He said, smiling wide and innocently. "Just don't do it again okay?"

“Seeing how I still don’t know exactly what I did, I can’t make the promise, but I’ll try not to disappoint you.” Hiyoshi ruffled black curls then pulled back out of his arms completely, a bit self-conscious. Why was he feeling this way? Back at school he never had this problem when they were alone. Maybe he was worried Akaya didn’t want him to be so clingy, as he’d complained his ‘friends’ in the past had been. Yeah, that had to be it. He’d missed his brat terribly, but that was no reason to throw himself at him the minute he finally got him alone. Thankfully, the overwhelming need to hold him was back to a manageable level.

As soon as Hiyoshi was out of his arms Akaya frowned and took his hands, "You're doing this..." he mumbled as he placed his forehead against Hiyoshi’s and looked into his eyes. “You're being all distant and stuff," he said tiredly, "Back at school, you're happy and you smile and hug me and kiss me. But here... You've been cold since I got here... I don't get it..."

Hiyoshi couldn’t help it. When Akaya mentioned him doing all those things so casually, his face turned tomato red. “I… I am happy to see you… And I… don’t mind those things. I just-gus..m-nt..ust to-t…” he trailed off looking to the side. “I don’t want you to think I can’t handle being alone, or be too… clingy...” He could feel the blush going all the way down his neck.

Akaya blinked and looked at him a bit confused until what his boyfriend was saying registered in his head. His grin spread from ear to ear and he laughed quietly. "That's it?" he said sounding infinitely relieved. "You scared me you know..." He crushed their lips together in a heated kiss like he'd been wanting to do since break started. When he finally pulled away, he was breathing a little harder. "Why do you think I showed up here? I didn't want to be alone anymore... I--I'm clingy too..." He flushed lightly and rubbed the back of his neck with a little nervous smile.

The blushing marital artist had almost forgotten how cute his brat was when he looked like that. Those words were exactly what he needed to hear. “I scared you?” A small smirk made its way onto his face and he leaned in closer, finally able to meet Akaya’s eyes again without flinching away or feeling embarrassed. “I thought nothing but your senpai could do that.” He wrapped his arms around the other boy, sufficiently trapping him in his strong embrace. “…and maybe you shouldn’t tell me that, or I won’t be able to let you go.”

Bringing his arms around Hiyoshi as well, Akaya let out a little relieved sigh. "No, there's a lot of things that can freak me out. The senpai-tachi of course, the creepy neighbor down the street from my house, those small yappy dogs, losing you..." He kissed Hiyoshi’s forehead lightly, "And you don't have to let go if you don’t want to..."

The brat was doing a really good job of making his heart feel like it was going to jump out of his chest at any moment and forget all the promises he made to himself. Fuck holding back. It was a losing battle he was all too happy to surrender to. “Then today, I won’t.” Hiyoshi’s eyes changed in that moment, going from stone to hungry in an instant. He claimed Akaya’s lips in a possessive and demanding kiss, moving them back towards the very spacious bed. Once there, he dropped Akaya unceremoniously down onto it, but quickly followed him, covering his body with his own and running his hands down his side and under his shirt.

Akaya’s eyes went wide as his back hit the bed. When had they even moved over there? He'd been too caught up in that kiss. He groaned and arched up as cold hands touched his warm body, "Nn... Wakashi..." He could have rolled them over, fought for the top, but right now it felt too good to be the one on the bottom. Hiyoshi was doing this to him of his own will, with no provocation. The thought alone soothed any worries he had away instantly.

Hiyoshi brought Akaya’s shirt up over his head and discarded it somewhere on the floor, allowing the kiss to break for only a split second before claiming his lips again. His tongue seeking the others out like a starved man, he couldn’t remember feeling this desperate for his boyfriend’s touch before. Their lips separated with a pop that echoed in his ears, and he bit and sucked at Akaya’s bottom lip before working his way down to his neck and collar bone, having every intention of tasting every part of him.

It was overwhelming, but Akaya loved every second of it. He tugged on Hiyoshi’s shirt, making him pause for a moment before dropping it off the side of the bed. Letting the other boy do as he pleased, he groaned and writhed under him. He slid his hands over his boyfriend’s back and toyed with his hair, craning his neck to look down at him.

Teasing a nipple, tracing a small scar on his stomach with his tongue, Hiyoshi explored Akaya’s entire chest and abdominal area with his lips. A hand wandered down past Akaya’s hips to settle and squeeze a sculpted cheek, the reaction he felt against his body making him grin and let out a small chuckle. Wandering back up to Akaya’s lips, he kissed him gently, whispering the words “my brat” against them fondly. His head sunk to ravage at the area below his ear, between his neck and hairline, while his hips began a slow controlled rocking movement against the boy under him.

Akaya tried to steal a deeper kiss from his boyfriend, but before he could even kiss back, Hiyoshi’s lips were off of his and ravishing his neck again. He let out another deep moan, finding no reason to keep himself quiet, and rolled his hips up to meet his boyfriend’s.

Hiyoshi moaned deep in the back of his throat, the friction driving him crazy. His hand came to the front of Akaya’s pants, impatiently feeling him through the fabric before unfastening the button and pulling the zipper down. He took a moment to look into Akaya’s eyes questioningly, making sure this was alright.

Noticing the questioning look, Akaya smiled weakly and groaned, "Please, Wakashi." He was not above begging when it came to this with Hiyoshi. He pulled the other man into a deep kiss and rolled his hips up to meet his boyfriend’s hand, encouraging him to keep going.

Not letting go of the kiss, loving the way Akaya’s lips moved against his, Hiyoshi’s hand pulled Akaya’s pants and boxers down just low enough to have access to his very hard and weeping erection. He just brushed over the heated skin barely as he slowly massaged the area around it. Akaya was a tempting demon who’d shown up at his house without any notice, it was time to deliver the most effective kind of payback. Or maybe he just enjoyed teasing his brat too much.

Akaya took over the kiss, making it a mash of teeth, tongues, and muffled groans. He was grateful when he was freed from his pants, but it didn't take long for him to realize Hiyoshi was teasing him mercilessly. He writhed, trying to make his boyfriend touch more of him, but when it didn't work, he broke the kiss. "Nn... Wakashi," he groaned and fixed his glazed eyes on his boyfriend in a heated stare, "Don't tease me."

There was no way Hiyoshi could refuse his brat anything when said it like that. He took the pulsing shaft in his hand and slowly started to stroke him from base to tip, feeling himself become rock-hard in the process. He had never thought about hand jobs as much of a turn on, but when satisfying Akaya… There was something so irresistible in his boyfriend’s moans of pleasure that often Hiyoshi found himself swept away by it.

Finally! Akaya moved his hips with Hiyoshi’s hand and whimpered as the ache from neglect finally subsided. Once it was gone he was just blinded by the pleasure that was racing from head to toe. He wanted so much more than Hiyoshi’s hand on him, but he knew he couldn't push his boyfriend to sleep with him. It would drive him away, and if the break had done anything, it had proved that Akaya had come to rely on Hiyoshi far more than he ever expected.

Hiyoshi marveled out how beautiful Akaya looked when like this. He had to grit his teeth at the painful reminder of his own situation as his erection pushed against the confines of his pants. He quickly used his free hand to undo them to relieve some of the pressure as his other hand pumped Akaya harder and faster, but it still wasn’t enough. He wanted to feel Akaya touching him as well. Breath harsh, he leaned up and kissed Akaya hotly. If it had been any other moment, he would never have been able to utter the words, “Akaya… touch me…”

The words nearly pushed the needy demon over the edge and he let out a rather pathetic sounding whimper before his hand sought out his boyfriend’s erection and started teasing him and stroking him with long sure movements of his hand. He could do this in his sleep, the motion was so familiar to him, years of experience having engrained it into his very core, but there was no way he could even think of sleep with the way Hiyoshi was touching him. The man’s fingers sent shocks through his body that each coaxed another groan from him.

When Hiyoshi felt Akaya’s hand on him, he bit down on his bottom lip hard to keep from crying out at the pleasure it brought him. He buried his head in his boyfriend’s neck and tried to match Akaya’s pace, wanting this to last, but also knowing that neither of them would for much longer.

Akaya gripped at Hiyoshi’s back with his free hand, his nails leaving little red trails down the pale skin. "F-fuck..." he groaned and arched up one last time before his whole body tensed, making his toes curl, as he came into the other man’s hand. “Nn… Wakashi..." he moaned out and shook with pleasure. His hand paused momentarily in its stroking, but quickly picked back up as he tried to bring Hiyoshi to completion too.

Hiyoshi could taste copper as his teeth bit through the skin of his bottom lip. Feeling Akaya’s release under him and just hearing him would have been enough to drive him over. His hips having a mind of their own, he jerked into Akaya’s palm repeatedly. Then, everything was still, suspended, and white hot satisfaction coursed through him. In the next moment, it all came crashing down in waves. “Akaya…” he slumped down on top of his boyfriend, breathing raggedly.

Akaya brought his arms around Hiyoshi tightly as he tried to catch his breath. 'Wow', was the best his brain could come up with as his body shivered despite the heat still running through him. He'd never known how intense sex could be until Hiyoshi, and hell, they hadn't even had actual intercourse yet. He couldn't even begin to imagine how it was going to feel when they did.

“Mmm…” Hiyoshi hummed against Akaya’s neck and nuzzled it softly, still on the high his brat had put him on. With slightly glazed and satisfied eyes, he kissed him tenderly on the lips, but frowned when he pulled back and saw red come off on them. “Sorry,” he grumbled and brought his hand up to run over Akaya’s bottom lip to get the blood off.

Akaya caught Hiyoshi’s hand before it reached his lips and pulled the other man down into another kiss, this time licking at his injured lip gently. When he finally let his boyfriend up for air, he smiled, "'s ok, long as you're alright." he mumbled.

Hiyoshi moaned at the mixed feeling of pain and pleasure against his lip and smiled. It felt good to smile. “Of course I’m alright, brat.” He sat up on his forearm and looked down at him with smiling eyes as he ran his clean hand through Akaya’s hair, combing the disheveled locks off his face. “We need a shower.” He chucked at the mess all over them.

"Yeah," the curly haired boy agreed, but didn't make any attempt to move just yet. "Nee Wakashi..." he said quietly and examined his boyfriends face, trying to judge how the other was going to react,”Come to my house with me? There's not much of the break left, but I want you to come over."

The smile froze on Hiyoshi’s face before turning slightly forced. “I can’t. My father wants me to stay and help around the dojo. I’ve also been training a lot and it would be hard to get any training done if I went with you.” It’s not that he didn’t want to go, just the thought of parting from the chibi demon again made the ache in his chest start up again, but he couldn’t… could he? “Wouldn’t it be rude of me to just show up at your place?”

"No way," Akaya shook his head, "My mom was actually wondering why I didn't bring you with me in the first place." He smiled a bit. "I think she was mad that she didn't get to meet you after having to listen to so much about you," he blushed just slightly. "You sure you can't come? I can talk to your dad and tell him we have homework we were going to work on together with a study group at my place."

Hiyoshi smirked. It seemed like such a high school thing to do, not that he had ever done anything like that in high school, but still… And the idea that Akaya had told his mom about them was a little strange. Obviously, it was Akaya’s choice whether to tell his family or not, but the thought still made him slightly nervous. “I’ll talk to my father.” It was the best he could do. “Maybe I can get him to agree to something.”

"Just tell him it's important to your studies," he said and grinned. "Trust me, it'll work. We used to tell Fukubuchou’s parents that all the time, and if that serious looking guy was your dad then I'm sure it'll work. He had the same scary serious look Sanada-san does." He shivered at the thought of Sanada’s father. He'd met him a few times, but every time he'd scared Akaya horribly. He only hoped Hiyoshi’s father wasn't as cruel as Sanada’s.

“Okay, brat. I’d told you I’d try.” Maybe if he talked to his mother first and got her to take it up with his father, there would be a chance. His mother was a very hard person to say no to and the only one his father ever grudgingly listened to.

Hiyoshi rolled off of Akaya and sat up, taking in the damage. It was rather comedic. Both of them only had their pants half off, who knew where their shirts had landed, and they had somehow ended up side-ways on the queen sized bed with their feet still dangling off the edge; not to mention, they were a mess. A hot shower and maybe a long bath sounded good. “Let’s go take that shower now.”

Akaya smiled and pulled his pants and boxers off and dropped them to the floor before hopping up off the bed. "Ready!" he said happily, not even a little fazed that he was naked and covered in the evidence of their earlier activities. He grabbed Hiyoshi’s hand and pulled him toward the bathroom with a big ear to ear grin.

Hiyoshi chuckled as he was dragged to the bathroom. Once there, he proceeded to finish removing his clothes in a much slower and organized fashion. The bathroom was very spacious, having both a large Japanese style open shower area as well as a huge bathtub. He set the shower temperature and turned the water on, waiting for it to warm up. Akaya was gawking, which was amusing, he looked like he’d never seen a Japanese style bathroom before. With a smirk, he turned the still cold shower water on Akaya, spraying him with the shower head.

Akaya looked around the massive bathroom in awe. It had been so long since he'd seen a real Japanese style bathroom. At school and home he had very western style surroundings and he usually forgot how cool Japanese stuff could be. He was about to comment when cold water hit him dead on. He yelped and jumped back, away from the spray, "Hey!" He yelled while laughing.

“Just trying to help clean you off,” Hiyoshi said calmly but still with a smirking grin on his face, lifting the shower head to spray him again.

The tennis ace jumped out of the way and ran over to grab onto his boyfriend in a big wet cold hug, "Lemme return the favor." With a devious grin, he turned the shower head on Hiyoshi. He got water on himself as well, but he was already wet and didn't really care anymore.

Hiyoshi grunted and winced when the cold body and water hit him. Instead of going for the shower head again, he grabbed Akaya’s arms and pinned them in back of him, knocking him off balance and forcing him to down to the floor. Akaya was now on his ass with his feet out and arms pinned behind him, Hiyoshi kneeling between his legs. The shower head had been released and fell the floor, spraying up over both of them. At least the water was warmer now. “I’m sorry. You said something about returning favors?”

Akaya grunted as he hit the floor with a loud thud. He glared at Hiyoshi for a moment then leaned forward and started kissing and nipping at his boyfriend’s neck and collar bone teasingly. He didn't need hands to get his revenge.

The brat was playing dirty. Hiyoshi’s body was still sensitive from their earlier activities. One hand let go of his arms while the other still held them firmly in place. His now freed hand tangled in the frizzy wet locks and pulled Akaya’s head back and away from his neck to crush his lips against his. He had really missed these lips. Getting caught up in the kiss, his hold on the other’s arms slackened.

As soon as the grip on his arms loosened, Akaya smirked into the kiss and pulled his arms away, quickly bringing them around to grab Hiyoshi’s thighs and pull him into his lap so he was straddling him, not caring at all that there was no fabric between them anymore. It was just skin on skin and it felt great. As soon as he had his boyfriend where he wanted him, he brought his arms up to circle Hiyoshi’s waist to keep him there.

‘I should have known this would happen’ the mushroom-haired boy thought to himself amusedly but didn’t have the will to break away from the embrace. Now securely in the demon brat’s grasp, he pulled back slightly and asked with a raised eyebrow, “Now that you have me where you want me, what are you going to do?”

"I can think of a few things," Akaya said with an evil little grin and unconsciously rolled his hips up against Hiyoshi’s. The motion drew a groan from him and he shivered despite the warm water running over them.

‘So can I,’ Hiyoshi realized with a blush, and couldn’t help letting a small moan escape that came out as more of a whimper. He leaned back, lying on the tile, bringing Akaya on top of him. With the water still falling over them, it reminded him of another time they had been in this position. Outside by the lake, Akaya kissing him while protecting him from the cold rain. That had been before they’d been together as anything but friends. Looking back on it though, Hiyoshi had to admit, his resistance had been futile.

Akaya braced himself on his forearms above the other man and looked down at him lovingly without even realizing it. He really did care for Hiyoshi. Back then, it had just been a challenge, something to pass the time. But now... Now thinking about sleeping with anyone else and hurting Hiyoshi, made his chest ache. His body blocked most of the water from hitting his boyfriend but it soaked his hair and made it fall down around his face in a black mass of wet black waves. Once his hair was straightened out it was deceptively long, even longer than Hiyoshi’s, "Wakashi..." he mumbled quietly, just saying the first thing that came to his mind, "I want to sleep with you... but not just because it would feel good... but because it's you... and I don't really get it, but no one else... I can't look at anyone else like that anymore. It's kinda scary, but..." he trailed off not really sure if he was even making sense anymore. His cheeks flushed a light pink and he looked at everything but his boyfriend’s eyes.

Hiyoshi didn’t know what to say. He fondly brushed a long lock of hair back behind the brat’s ear, which instantly fell down again. He leaned forward to brush his lips against Akaya’s forehead, then nose, then softly against his lips. It was complicated for him. He wanted to do what Akaya requested of him, wanted it for himself as well, but was worried about the consequences. He was still convinced that Akaya and he would eventually separate. If this last week had taught him anything, it was that he was already too emotionally attached to the brat. How much more so would he be? How much more would it hurt in the end if he gave all of himself to him? But it was so hard to say no to his boyfriend, and he knew that if he did, he could potentially drive him away even sooner. “I have to think about it.” He settled on guiltily, not able to meet his eyes.

"I know," Akaya said quietly and leaned down to kiss Hiyoshi lightly. "It's ok... I'll wait as long as I have to," he smiled and turned Hiyoshi’s face to meet his. "I only want to be with you, so don't worry about taking as long as you need, I won't leave you, and I don't wanna make you do something you don't wanna do," he said and sealed it with another light kiss.

It was creepy how sometimes Akaya seemed to know exactly what he was thinking and exactly what to say to make him feel better. “Thank you,” he whispered against his lips sincerely. However, if Akaya kept doing this to him, he doubted he could hold back what he knew they both wanted for much longer. His arms came around his boyfriend’s waist and brought them both up until they were standing again. He put the shower head back up and retrieved the hotel’s fancy shampoo. Squirting some into his hand, he massaged Akaya’s scalp with it, his hair getting even fuller and thicker.

As Hiyoshi shampooed his hair, Akaya smiled and squeezed his eyes shut. It was weird to have someone else washing his hair, but he didn't dislike it. Once it got all soapy he grinned and ran his hands over it a couple times, shaping it, "Look! I have an afro," he laughed childishly.

Hiyoshi knocked him upside the head, shaking his head at his childish antics and pushed him backwards into the water spray to wash the shampoo out. “Brat, make yourself useful and grab the conditioner behind you.”

Akaya laughed until he was pushed under the water and tilted his head back so none of the soap got in his eyes. He reached back behind him and grabbed the bottle of conditioner then handed it to his boyfriend without looking. "I’m not a brat," he said automatically and reached up to run his fingers through his hair and make sure all of the soap was out.

“Yes you are,” Hiyoshi snorted as he took the conditioner and repeated the process. He pulled Akaya forward and nipped at his lips while still massaging the conditioner into his boyfriends scalp. “But you’re my brat,” he smirked.

Akaya groaned at the little nips but smiled back afterwards. "I'm yours, but I'm still not a brat," he said with a little laugh and captured Hiyoshi’s lips in another quick kiss.

Hiyoshi chuckled. “You just keep telling yourself that, brat. Now rinse off.”

"Yeah, yeah," Akaya answered with a big grin and leaned back into the water to rinse out his hair. He used the opportunity to stretch as well. He toyed with his hair for a moment and frowned, "My hair's gettin long... Maybe I should cut it..." He mumbled and pulled it over his eyes a bit. It was long enough to cover them and he smirked. "I'm Sadako..." In a quiet gravely voice, "7 days..."

Hiyoshi gave him a confused look. “Who’s Sadako? …What’s in 7 days?” He knew the brat was crazy and sometimes ridiculous, but that was just creepy. Turning around, he got the shampoo again to wash his own hair.

Akaya nearly fell flat on his face, "You've never seen the ring?! It's a movie!" He sighed and set his forehead on Hiyoshi’s shoulder. Of course Hiyoshi hadn't seen the ring. It was Hiyoshi. He snorted and wrapped his arms around his boyfriend’s waist. "You may be pop culture challenged, but," he kissed the other boy’s shoulder, "but I still really love you," he said quietly. It wasn't until the words were out of his mouth that he realized what he'd said. His face turned bright red. He - he did - just like in those cheesy romance movies. He loved Hiyoshi. Crap, his boyfriend was going to laugh at him or get mad at him or something, he just knew it.

Hiyoshi froze; the shampoo half in his hair and dripping down the side of his face. The brat didn’t just say… “Wh-what did you just say? Wait. Never mind,” he must have been hearing things. There was no way Akaya just said what he thought he did. There was no way he could handle it and still believe he could someday… With his back still to the brat, completely forgetting about the shampoo in his hair, he mumbled, “My brain isn’t working properly. I told you you’re slowly driving me crazy.” He gave an awkward laugh, “I haven’t been sleeping. Maybe it’s getting to me.” He was rambling to himself out loud and he knew it. Before he could embarrass himself any further, he started to leave the bathroom.

Akaya grabbed Hiyoshi’s wrist and held him where he was. "Wakashi, please don't go..." He said quietly, "I said what you think I said... I won't say it again if you don’t want me to... Just... don't leave, okay? I--I've never said that to anyone before..." He mumbled and hid behind his wet hair, "But... I mean it..." He forced a smile and looked at Hiyoshi, "Besides, you still have shampoo in your hair," he shook nervously and he gripped his boyfriend’s wrist a bit tighter than he meant to.

The still shocked martial artist was having a hard time processing what Akaya was saying, his brain still trying to convince him he was imagining it. Closing the door, he asked Akaya to “wait a moment” then walked under the spray. He needed a minute to gather his thoughts without interruption. Akaya had told him he loved him. He applied the conditioner. Akaya had been serious. He washed it out and watched it go down the drain. Akaya wasn’t going to leave him. He walked towards the automatic self-filling bath. “You want to get in?” He looked back over at Akaya and held out his hand.

Akaya watched him the whole time feeling ready to cry. He was scared and felt vulnerable, but he would wait a moment just like Hiyoshi wanted him to. At least he didn't leave. It took his brain a minute to register his boyfriend was talking to him though, and when it did, he blushed lightly again and nodded. He took Hiyoshi’s hand with his still shaking one and held onto it for dear life.

They both sank into the oversized bathtub, the hot water being almost too much against Hiyoshi’s already over heated skin, but he didn’t care. Despite its large size, Hiyoshi pulled Akaya into his lap between his legs, back against his chest, arms wrapped loosely around him. He had to be honest with him. That wouldn’t be easy.

Resting his chin on Akaya’s shoulder, he began quietly, “While I was home over break… my parents brought up finding another fiancé for me. I figured… since you’ll get sick of me sooner or later and leave me, it didn’t matter what they did. You asked me earlier to sleep with you. I’m… not sure if I’d be able to handle it if I gave myself to you and then you left me.” He covered Akaya’s mouth with his hand before he had a chance to interrupt. He already felt pathetic and weak for admitting that, but he needed to finish before he let Akaya talk and tell him he was idiot. “You… surprised me. No one has ever told me that before. I… I never thought you would actually stay with me for this long. Hell, I thought you’d get bored with me after the first week. In case you haven’t noticed, there’s nothing terribly interesting or appealing about me.” His face was burning. He knew he wasn’t explaining very well, but he needed to finish it. “We haven’t actually been together that long, and I have no idea what the hell I’m doing when I’m with you. I don’t know what I would do if you left me now.”

Akaya had wanted to interrupt, but the hand on his mouth stopped him. He sat patiently, listening to Hiyoshi with his eyes closed. He smiled and kissed his boyfriends hand as he finished and slowly pulled it from his mouth. He turned, and this time, it was his turn to straddle the other man. "I'm not going to leave you Wakashi," he said quietly and rested his forehead against his boyfriend’s. "You're stubborn and hard for me to understand sometimes," he said quietly, "but... you're not boring. You're anything but boring... I know I'm hard to deal with. Hell, the senpai tell me that every day, but you put up with all of it and make me happy... I've never cared about anyone this much... Not even when I liked fukubuchou... This is so much more than that ever was..." His face turned tomato red and he found his blush matched Hiyoshi’s, "And I'll say it as many times as I have to until you get it in your mushroom head..." He smiled and brushed his lips over Hiyoshi’s. "I love you, Wakashi. I won't ever leave you, not unless you tell me to. I will stay by your side and be your brat forever."

Hiyoshi closed his eyes and let the words soak in. It wasn’t possible for them to actually stay together forever, the world would find a way to take his brat away from him, but for now, he was more than content. He leaned into Akaya, holding him closer, kissing him between each breath. “I’m worried about losing the dojo, I’m worried about school, I’m worried about a lot of things right now, but most of all I’m worried about losing you.” He sighed and gave Akaya a half smile. “I’ll be with you for as long as you want me.”

"Good," Akaya said with a big childish grin, "'Cause that means you're stuck with me forever," he laughed and pressed their lips together quickly again. "About the dojo, we just gotta be really careful about not letting your parents find out. You'll get the dojo, Wakashi. If you don't, then we'll start our own. It can be the Demon Dojo!" he chuckled quietly. "About school, if you need tutoring or something, the senpai-tachi can help. I mean, I could try, but I don't think it would do any good."

Akaya’s ridiculous ideas made it sound so simple, which made him smile as he was kissed again. “I guess I have no choice then but to believe you.” Even though he knew it couldn’t possibly be that simple. He’d had enough of the gloomy atmosphere. He wanted Akaya to continue smiling at him like that. “If you’re right though, and prove me wrong, I may just have to get my revenge.” Hiyoshi grabbed Akaya low on his hips and pulled him forward so they were now chest to chest, hip to hip. “I’ll make you deal with me loving you back…” He trailed off as he nipped at the other boy’s lips before completely capturing them. He leaned foreword into the kiss, not able to get enough of the other boy’s taste, gravity and desire slowly pulling them forward… until they fell, still lip locked, backward into the water.

Akaya didn't have any time to respond because he was cut off by a kiss, not that he minded. He kissed back happily. As they leaned back, his first thought was that they were finally going to do it. Then a moment later, he realized they were still in the tub. But before he could say anything, they were underwater. His eyes went wide and he pushed up out of the water quickly, bringing Hiyoshi’s with him. He coughed and sputtered for a minute before just laughing like he didn't have a care in the world.

Well that was about as unromantic as you could get. Damn. Hiyoshi had just implied inadvertently that he loved the brat. He cursed the fates as he emerged from the water with a laughing Akaya, alternating between coughing and glaring. Akaya laughing was nice, but at the moment, it was also annoying, so he splashed him.

Akaya yelped and fell back into the water at the unexpected splash. "Hey!" He snapped when he surfaced, "I'll get you for that!" he threatened and brushed his hair out of his face, he definitely needed a hair cut.

“Oh really? How?” Hiyoshi splashed him again, thinking how cute Akaya was, sputtering like that. His hair looked really crazy and he wanted to run his hands through it again.

Akaya flailed again and splashed Hiyoshi back, then moved closer while the other man was distracted. Before he could get splashed again, he pressed their lips together roughly with a little moan.

It was way too easy for Akaya to distract him, Hiyoshi thought as both his hands immediately came up to tangle in Akaya’s hair as he’d wanted to do only a moment before. He kissed him back with equal force and with an answering moan. He was in his own little demon brat induced heaven as Akaya took control of the kiss and sunk back down into the water, his body automatically wrapping around the chibi demons.

Akaya smiled into the kiss as he changed angles and invaded the other boy’s mouth. It was familiar and comfortable and left his whole body burning. He held Hiyoshi close and ran his hands all over the bare skin he could reach.

Hiyoshi would never be able to admit just how much he enjoyed those hands on him, completely submitting to both the kiss and Akaya’s touch. When he pulled back for air, a louder moan than usual escaped his lips, the otherwise quiet tiled room making it seem even louder. Harsh breathing followed before his lips were covered again. He had been hard again for a while and possibly clinically insane do to what the brat was doing to him both physically and mentally.

This was torture. Akaya could feel Hiyoshi’s erection pressed up against him and his own pressed up so close to his target. He wanted so bad to keep going, to touch him, to be touched. To take him, right there on the bathroom floor. Hell, even in the tub was ok with him. He just didn't want to just dream about it anymore, but he was a good boyfriend, he would honor Hiyoshi’s wishes and give him time to think about it. He didn't want to push him into it and make him end up hating it. He moaned quietly at the unfairness of it all and moved his hand down to stroke his boyfriend under the water.

Hiyoshi moaned again at the contact to his arousal, leaning into the touch while also unconsciously rubbing against Akaya’s erection. His emotions were already strung so taunt, it wasn’t going to take much for him to break and his body to follow suit and just let go. Making a decision, he pulled back from the kiss and breathed harshly into Akaya’s ear, all the while still moving on top of him. “When we get home, I’ll be ready.” He bit down on his bottom lip as usual to hold in his moan as he came, but forgot that it was still soar from earlier and instinctively let go at the pain, releasing the moan he always held in, a string of forceful moans and Akaya’s name.

That was good to know. Now he had something to look forward to when break was over, but listening to Hiyoshi say his name like that had him hard to the point of being painful and he knew he couldn't just ignore it or it would become a medical condition that he hated and was all to familiar with. With a light kiss, Akaya slowly moved his boyfriend off his lap and leaned back against the side of the tub, his legs spread so his hand could wrap around his own erection and start pumping it quick and hard, just the way he liked it.

When Hiyoshi started gaining mental facilities back, he looked over at Akaya and might have come again if he wasn’t already exhausted and spent. Akaya’s eyes were closed and his was mouth parted, breathing heavily. The water was stirring beneath them and it didn’t take an expert to know what was going on. Shifting closer, but not wanting to interrupt, he touched the side of Akaya’s face gently and leaned in close to his ear. “You know, you don’t look so much like a brat when you’re like this… I would even say you look kind of sexy.” he quipped. “I might have felt guilty if I wasn’t enjoying the view so much.” He kissed his way down Akaya’s neck, but never took his eyes off his boyfriend for too long.

At the touch to his cheek, Akaya’s eyes shot open and they met Hiyoshi’s, though they were unfocused and glazed over with pleasure. The quiet words in his ear drove him to stroke harder and faster, his boyfriend knew exactly what he was doing to him. "Wakashi..." he all but whimpered as he slid his other hand under the water to disappear down in the same area his first hand was, but this time his arm didn't move in the same way as the first. The movement was all lateral as he pushed a finger in and out of himself along with his strokes. With the little kisses and licks to his neck, it wasn't hard to pretend it was something else that was moving inside of him.

Well that was interesting. Hiyoshi’s eyes widened when he realized what Akaya was doing to himself, who he imagined was doing it to him. Hiyoshi snickered and brought Akaya’s face sideways to his. “You always manage to surprise me, you know that?” His hands went to tease at his nipples and chest area while he alternated between licking his lips and kissing him.

"You love it," Akaya said with a little smirk between deep moans. "Nn... fuck…" he whispered against Hiyoshi’s lips and both of his arms froze as his whole body tensed up and he arched off the side of the tub. He came in long white streams in the water and then collapsed back, panting, with both of his hands at his sides.

Hiyoshi brought Akaya’s body back against his, cuddling him to his chest. His hand reached between Akaya’s legs to gently stroke him a few more times, enjoying the look on his boyfriend’s face as he did so. “Yes, I think you’re right.” He said to him matter of fact. “I love seeing you like this...” He paused for an instant before resuming small kisses along his neck and throat. That was the second time this evening that word had escaped from his mouth.

Akaya rested back against Hiyoshi and closed his eyes, enjoying the little kisses. "It feels good to say it," he mumbled tiredly. "I love you." he repeated and smiled, "I like being able to tell you that." He yawned and nuzzled the side of his boyfriend’s neck.

Hiyoshi nodded with a smile, knowing his boyfriend could feel it. It really did feel good to be honest with his feelings, in that moment he was completely content. “If we stay in here much longer, we’re going to turn into prunes.” He chuckled, “Let’s get out and go to bed. I don’t know about you, but I haven’t slept much this week because someone wasn’t there to keep me warm.” It was true; Hiyoshi got cold easily and had grown too used to Akaya being there as his human heater since they started sharing a bed most nights.

"When do you have to go back to your parent’s house?" Akaya asked quietly as he reluctantly pried himself from Hiyoshi’s grasp and climbed out of the tub. He grabbed two towels off the rack and offered one to his boyfriend. He would be glad to have the other man stay near him all night, but he didn't want to endanger the chances of Hiyoshi coming over to his house.

“Now.” Hiyoshi replied honestly, “but I’m not going to.” He toweled himself off. “I won’t be here in the morning when you wake up though.” He could sleep for a few hours and set his watch to wake up and get home before his parents woke. He would ask then if he could leave with Akaya for the last few days of break.

"Okay," Akaya stretched out and dried his hair the best he could with a towel then dropped it to the floor and trudged into the bedroom, buck naked. He stretched his hands above his head, his hair still straight around his face, making him look suspiciously like that snake guy from Seigaku. He jumped onto the bed and curled up under the covers then pulled down the other side so Hiyoshi could crawl in with him.

Hiyoshi chuckled, not bothering to put anything on either, and set his watch alarm for 3:30am before climbing in beside Akaya. Basically collapsing next to him in exhaustion, he knew he wouldn’t be awake for much longer, but still wanted to feel his brat next to him before he fell asleep. He pulled Akaya half on top of him, already feeling his warmth lulling him to sleep.

Akaya gladly snuggled up to his boyfriend’s side with a big smile. He nuzzled the other man’s neck and let out a quiet sigh. "Night Wakashi..." With that out he was gone. All thoughts of parents and everything bad, gone. All that was left was sweet dreams of the two of them and pizza.