Of bratty demons and mushroom heads

CHAPTER 19

Hiyoshi had been with his fraternity for four hours. A meeting was held first which lasted over an hour and then they had worked out and sparred in the mat room. It had been Hiyoshi’s first hand to hand sparring session since before break and it felt really good to be healthy and let loose against other experienced martial artists. As one of the officers, at the end of the session, he had been roped into the clean and lock up.

About an hour previous, he’d started a text to Akaya letting him know he’d be late getting back, but while in the middle of texting, one of his newer fraternity brothers had asked if he was texting his girlfriend. A few other members had then proceeded to tease him about being well trained. The thought made him face fault. Wasn’t it normal to tell your girlfriend/boyfriend that you were going to be late coming home? Ugh. Maybe that did sound kind of pathetic. With a glare at his fraternity brothers, which efficiently shut them up, he stubbornly proved them wrong by putting his cell phone away without pressing the send button.

Since his brother had left, Akaya had been acting clingier than normal. It wasn’t terribly annoying, but the martial artist needed to find a way to put his boyfriend’s mind at ease. He couldn’t promise him anything since he hated to make promises he wasn’t sure if he could keep, but there had to be another way to make him forget about what his meddling brother had told him. It also didn’t help that they’d now tried to sleep together a total of four times, each time having been interrupted. Even Hiyoshi was getting frustrated at this point, and it had shown clearly on his face when he’d almost thrown a shurinkan at the fraternity member who’d shown up at his door at the wrong time.

With a sigh, he made his way to the broom closet. Once he was done sweeping up the mats he would only need to stop by the locker room to change and take a shower, then he could finally go home.

Akaya wasn't worried. Akaya didn't worry. Especially not about his boyfriend who always texted him when he was going to be late. He didn't worry even though Hiyoshi was already an hour late coming home and there was still no text. Pacing back and forth in his room wasn't a sign he was worried, he was just… frustrated. Yeah, that was it.

They'd been trying to sleep together for what felt like forever now, but every time something had to interrupt them. He'd almost gone demon mode when the unsuspecting martial arts guy walked in. He was tempted to throw both their phones out the window and barricade the doors to maybe give them a moment of peace, but he knew somehow someone would find a way to stop them. They'd probably repel off the roof and break through his window or something.

When the clock said Hiyoshi was an hour and a half late, he abruptly stopped pacing and frowned. He wasn't going to be a good little house wife anymore, he was going to go find his boyfriend and kick his ass for not texting or calling. He patted the ever present tube of lube in his pocket that he had started carrying after the first two interruptions in hope they could speed up the process to lessen distractions (obviously his plan had yet to work), then headed out the door.

The frustrated and sexually deprived curly haired demon nearly slammed the door shut behind him as he headed off toward his boyfriend’s little club thing with a look of determination. He was not going to let Wakashi off the hook this time. How dare he not even text him! He stomped through the doors of the gym and started looking for the right room until he found his boyfriend, alone, sweeping, and felt a wave of relief--err anger, wash over him. He quickly took off his shoes, stepped onto the mat, and patted over to him, his bare feet nearly silent on the mats.

”You didn't text me," he finally said, keeping his voice low, feeling the room warranted it, as he looked his boyfriend over. He'd seen Hiyoshi in a gi before, but he definitely never got tired of the sight, especially when he could still see a light sheen of sweat glistening on the other man’s body.

Hiyoshi hadn’t bothered to look up when he heard someone enter the room, figuring it was a member who’d forgotten something. Hearing Akaya’s voice, he whirled around to face him, taking in his rigid stance and glare. Trying to hide his surprise, he went back to sweeping. “I was busy.” Even he had to admit it was a lame excuse, letting his fraternity brother’s teasing get to him. “Then I got roped into doing the clean up.”

"You still could have let me know you were going to be late," Akaya grumbled and looked back as the heavy door of the room slowly clicked closed. He turned back to look around the room as he got closer to his boyfriend, stopping just in arms reach. "So, this is where you spend so much time, huh?"

Hiyoshi deliberated whether he should feel guilty or annoyed at Akaya’s grumblings but decided just to let it go. “Yeah, it’s not much, but it’s spacious enough and the mats are new.” The room they had in the gym was a good medium size. The walls were bare and the blue mats only had a few marks on them. Like his dojo at home and the lake on campus, it was one of his favorite spots to come and de-stress.

"It's not bad," Akaya mumbled and rocked back on his heels, enjoying the way his feet sank in just slightly. "So... Everyone else is gone for the day?" He hadn't seen anyone else, and there was obviously no one in there besides the two of them. He pulled his hands out of his pockets and tried to keep the smile off his face when he realized they were finally alone, for real this time. He stuck his hand back in his pocket to turn off his phone though, just in case.

Hiyoshi gave him an odd look. “Yeah, they just gave me my own key to the room. Everyone else left about a half hour ago. I have to lock it up when I’m done.” This conversation was tedious. Why was Akaya even asking? He usually didn’t care about rooms or other people. Oh well, maybe he was just bored. “I’ll be done in second. Then we can go home.” He finished the sweeping and put the broom away. “Why are you here anyway? It’s not like I wouldn’t have come home eventually.”

"I got bored," Akaya lied flatly and looked away to hide the slight blush that crept onto his cheeks, though his mind was ticking. Hiyoshi had the key. Everyone else was gone. Would his boyfriend hit him for making a move on him there? Probably, but he was pretty sure it would be worth it. "Hey, Wakashi, close your eyes for a sec," he said, deciding he would regret it if he missed the opportunity before him.

“Why?” was Hiyoshi’s immediate confused and somewhat guarded response. Honestly, who in their right mind just shut there eyes and lowered their defenses in front of a chibi demon?

"Just do it," the chibi demon grumbled and frowned at his boyfriend. His little plan wasn't going to work if Hiyoshi was that suspicious of him already.

Okay, apparently he was that person. “Fine, brat, but remember this is my territory and I can pin you down anytime I want.” Actually, that sounded like fun, but for now, Hiyoshi would be a good boyfriend and do what the brat asked. He closed his eyes and waited; his other senses on alert just in case.

"I know, I know." Akaya stepped forward slowly with a little smirk and pressed his lips to Hiyoshi’s. He brought his arms around the other man’s hips and hesitantly pulled him close, hoping he didn't get his ass kicked for this, as kinky as that would be.

Hiyoshi’s lips automatically responded to the kiss as he was pulled against the other’s warm body. It’d been over a week since they last had any decent alone time, other than sleeping, and he hated to admit it, but even he was starting to feel a bit desperate. Too bad he had to stop it. Not able to pull back much with the grip Akaya had on him, he said between kisses, “Akaya, they just gave me the key to this room. I’m not about to abuse my new status by taking advantage of it on the first day. This can wait till we get home.”

Akaya could have screamed in frustration. "Wakashi," he said, his voice already taking on the little husky raspy-ness it always seemed to get around Hiyoshi. Though, this time, it had a little pleading tone to it as well, "No one will know, and no one will interrupt us here." He rested his forehead against his boyfriend’s and closed his eyes, "please?"

Looking at his boyfriend’s closed eyes, Hiyoshi sighed. One of his hands came up to trace Akaya’s cheek, a thumb running over his bottom lip. “You seriously want to do that here?” he looked around the room, only finding reasons why he should say no. The fact that he was even considering it was ludicrous.

"I don't care where we are," Akaya said honestly and brought his tongue out to touch Hiyoshi’s thumb lightly, "As long as it's with you..." He opened his eyes to meet his boyfriend’s and pulled the thumb into his mouth to suck at it lightly.

Damn it. The way his brat was asking, the tone in his voice, it made it impossible to refuse him anything. Just the attention his thumb was receiving was already making his eyes darken with repressed desire. “I hope you realize that everything you are doing right now is not affecting me in the slightest,” he chided, more to convince himself than the brat in front of him, “I can still say no.”

"I know," Akaya said softly and leaned back a bit to take Hiyoshi’s middle finger into his mouth this time. He teased the tip of it with his tongue then took it all the way into his mouth, teasing it with little brushes of his tongue as his hands slid down the other man’s hips to rest on his rear.

Shit. Why did the brat have to be such an annoying yet sexy pest? He couldn’t take his eyes off of him, mesmerized by what he was doing to his hand. Voice growing heavy, he continued, “And I also hope you know that this is not affecting my judgment in the least…”

Finally releasing the digit, Akaya moved forward slowly to run his tongue over Hiyoshi neck lightly, taking in the salty taste of sweat and the familiar taste of Hiyoshi himself while one of his hands came up to interlace with the hand he'd just been teasing. "Of course it isn't..." he smiled and nipped at the pale skin lightly.

Fuck. Hiyoshi’s head inclined to the side to give Akaya better access to his neck. He couldn’t lie to himself about this. He damned well knew he wanted it, too. “Stupid… manipulative… idiotic… chibi… demon…” His mumblings grew faint and his will to say no was diminishing by the second. Oh, hell. Screw responsibility. He finally relented in a breathy whisper. “Fine, brat. Just do it already and get it over with.”

That was all he needed to hear. Akaya moved his head down to nip at Hiyoshi’s collar bone while his free hand moved to rub at the front of the other mans gi slowly and teasingly, the words still burning in his ears. "'m not a brat," he whispered softly and gave the hand held in his a light reassuring squeeze.

“Yes, you are,” Hiyoshi returned as casually as possible, but it actually came out as more of a restrained moan. The normalcy of the words helped him to relax as he leaned unconsciously towards Akaya’s teasing touch.

Akaya smiled a bit more and moved his hand away from the front of Hiyoshi’s gi to try and get it off of him. He fiddled with it for a moment then pulled away a bit to look down at it. "Eh... how does..." he mumbled and moved his hand around to see if there was a tie anywhere since there was no zipper or button or any hint of how the pants even stayed up in the first place.

Hiyoshi chuckled, amused. “Hmm… For someone who likes to stare at me while I’m undressing, I would have thought you knew how to do this by now.” Instead of reaching for the tie on his own pants, he reached for Akaya’s, cupping him through the fabric and rubbing his thumb over denim before swiftly and easily undoing the button and zipper. His hand traveled upward then to tease at exposed flesh as he lifted Akaya’s shirt up and over his head.

Akaya glared at him for a moment, but then Hiyoshi’s hand found his clothed erection and any retort died in his throat. He let the other man tug off his shirt, then, finding the knots needed to get the stupid gi pants off, he tugged. The fabric pooled around his boyfriend’s feet. "There," he said triumphantly and slid the top off the other man’s shoulders as well, leaving it to pool on the mat with the pants.

Hiyoshi raised an eyebrow as he stood there bare with all his clothes lying at his feet. He had undressed and been undressed in front of Akaya many times, but still some shyness usually went along with it. Maybe it was because they were in a dojo, his element, that he felt no such feelings. He stood there with a smirk on his face, in all his arrogant and proud glory. His boyfriend’s look as he ogled him only adding to smug satisfaction. “So, Akaya…” He didn’t move to touch his boyfriend, waiting for him to come to him. “Are you just going to leave me here waiting?”

The demon smirk was back and predatory. "Lie down," he murmured huskily and pulled the lube out of his pocket before pulling off his pants and boxer-briefs and tossing them aside. He let his eyes continue to wander over his boyfriend’s toned and exquisite form. He'd been waiting for this for far too long.

His boyfriend’s look and voice only managed to excite the martial artist more. “Make me.” He countered back, his voice becoming rough with desire, but there was no way he was going down without a fight. His smile turned feral as he waited to see what Akaya would do.

Walking over slowly, Akaya set his hands on Hiyoshi’s shoulders, then subtly slipped his foot back behind his boyfriend’s and pushed his shoulder with one hand while the other went to help break the other man’s fall, even though he knew Hiyoshi could break it himself just fine. The result was him sitting triumphantly on his boyfriend’s middle with a big smirk. "Just because I don't know martial arts, doesn't mean I'm completely hopeless."

Hiyoshi reached up to grab at the back of his boyfriend’s neck, dragging him down towards him. “Do you really think I’d be with you if you were?” he asked seriously. “In case you haven’t noticed, I don’t care for the weak.” He leaned up to nip at his lips once before flipping them over, the mats working well to his advantage. With his free hand, he reached down to massage the inside of Akaya’s thigh. “And I thought I was the one who was supposed to spread his legs.”

Part of him wanted to give Hiyoshi the lube Akaya still held tightly in his hand and say 'Take me now!' but he wasn't about to roll over like that. He was topping this time. Maybe he'd let the other man next time. He groaned at the light massaging and looked up at Hiyoshi hungrily, "Mmnn... Nice try Wakashi, but..." he flipped them again and began stroking and teasing his boyfriend mercilessly while he slowly started sinking lower and lower until his mouth hovered near the other man’s erection, "this time we play by my rules." With that, he took the man into his mouth completely, to hopefully silence any arguments the other had.

A hot wet mouth encompassed him and all reasoning disappeared. Hiyoshi had almost forgotten. This was Akaya’s game, and though Hiyoshi may put on a good front, he had no hopes of winning today. “Ahh… Akaya…” His head tilted back, but his hand never left that head of hair he adored, fingers twirling in dark curls.

Akaya nearly purred around the other man as his hands worked on opening the little tube. It hadn't been used in almost three months and was a little harder than normal. But once he had it open, he coated his fingers in the cold gel. He started bobbing his head, sucking hard and tongue working diligently to drive all conscious thought from his boyfriend so he wouldn't get nervous.

As Akaya felt the gel on his fingers get to a much more bearable temperature, he slowly rubbed a finger over the other man’s entrance. He massaged it carefully, trying to coax the muscles into relaxing, his mouth never pausing in its attention.

Hiyoshi had known what was coming next and tried to mentally prepare himself for it, but apparently it hadn’t been enough to prepare his body for a touch completely unfamiliar to it. He tensed, trying to get his breathing under control, the pleasuring distraction only half working as his mind tried to separate itself in two. He tightened his hand in Akaya’s hair while the other went to cover his eyes which were starting to burn for some unknown reason.

Akaya paused in his motions and gave the other man’s tip one last lick before looking at him carefully, "Wakashi... Hey... Look at me..." He didn't move his hand away from between the other boy’s legs because he didn't want to lose what little progress he'd made in relaxing the other man, but he did move up to look down at him.

Hiyoshi’s brain finally stopped for a moment at Akaya’s call. There was wetness at the corners of his eyes. How had that happened? He didn’t want Akaya to see. He pulled Akaya down to kiss him, the faint taste of himself still lingering as he twined his tongue desperately with his brat’s, trying to distract both himself and Akaya. “Keep going,” he finally said, not sure why this was so hard for him.

Akaya groaned quietly and nodded a little as he pulled away from the kiss. "Alright... Just relax, okay? If you want me to stop, just tell me and I will..." Slowly, he pressed the tip of his finger inside, the lube making it a bit easier despite how tight Hiyoshi was. He noticed the tears in his boyfriend’s eyes and smiled softly, "I love you..."

That helped. “We’re not stopping.” Hiyoshi commanded stubbornly, trying to relax as instructed. He needed to get over his stupid emotional hang-ups. He wasn’t even sure what they were anymore. Male pride? Fear of Akaya leaving him once he got what he wanted? At this point it didn’t matter. All that mattered was that they both wanted this. Though the burning sensation in his eyes didn’t completely go away, he was able open his eyes and look at Akaya sincerely, “I want this.”

Smiling back, Hiyoshi nodded again before slipping in his finger all the way to the last knuckle. He moved the tip lightly, rubbing at the inside wall of his boyfriend, trying to urge him to relax a bit more. As it was, his finger was trapped. "You really are a tightass," he teased quietly and kissed Hiyoshi again, in hopes of distracting him.

Kissing was the best distraction; Hiyoshi loved Akaya’s lips and what they did to him. Made him forget his worries and focused his world on just the two of them. The sensation of a finger in him was somewhat unsettling, but not altogether terrible. Deciding he could get used to it, he forced himself to relax more. “I’ve been called worse,” he teased back and breathed out slowly, letting a small smile appear on his face.

As the other boy relaxed around him, Akaya moved the finger in and out a few times before slowly beginning to add another finger. He did it slowly to minimize the discomfort, but knew from experience that there was no way to completely get rid of it. "I'm sure you have," he chuckled quietly and licked at Hiyoshi’s neck and adams apple.

Hiyoshi began to tense up again when the addition of another finger was added, but quickly reminded his body to calm down. He just needed to keep reminding himself that he wanted this and that it was Akaya who was doing it. “In fact… I think--I’ve been called worse by you… many times” he chucked, remembering their first couple encounters, “Brat.”

"Mushroom head," Akaya responded and smiled wide as he finally got the second finger in all the way. Almost there. He adjusted the angle of his hand a little, pushing the fingers even deeper before looking down at Hiyoshi, "You want to feel something amazing?" he asked, and without waiting for an answer, curled his fingers up to prod expertly at his boyfriend’s prostate.

A choked, inarticulate cry escaped him and Hiyoshi’s hips involuntarily bucked up. He couldn’t even describe what that felt like, and was a bit shaken after it. He’d known about the prostate on a clinical level, but he’d never known… wow. The process of sex didn’t sound any easier, but it certainly seemed more appealing. He looked up at Akaya with wide, slightly unfocused eyes. “You’re a bastard, you know that?”

"Nuh-uh, my parents were married when they had me," Akaya teased with a little grin. "I'm guessing you liked that, huh?" he sat back on his knees between Hiyoshi’s legs and used both hands to help him insert a third finger even slower than he'd inserted the second.

“You’re still a bastard.” Hiyoshi frowned when he realized Akaya had moved away from him. He couldn’t feel him anymore and didn’t like the sudden feeling of being disconnected from him. Then Akaya began to insert another finger and he groaned in frustration. “Akaya… I’m fine. Just do it.” He knew mentally that it would hurt, but that was fine with him. Physical pain, he could deal with. “I’m not a weak little girl, I’ll be fine.”

Akaya frowned and met Hiyoshi’s eyes. It was going to hurt, quite a bit, and that was exactly what he'd wanted to avoid, but... if that was what Hiyoshi wanted. He swallowed hard and nodded, "Alright..." He used his free hand to apply the lubrication to his erection, straight from the tube and hissed at the cold. He gave himself a couple good strong strokes then pulled out his fingers and leaned over Hiyoshi again, bracing himself on one arm. "Hold onto me, okay? Scratch, bite, do whatever you want. I won't be mad." His heart was pounding in his chest and he was shaking with anticipation. They were finally going to do this.

It was an even odder sensation once the fingers had been removed, almost a sense of loss, and he was relieved when Akaya leaned over him again. Hiyoshi was sure now that this was exactly the way he wanted it. His brat was trembling slightly on top of him, whether from excitement or maybe nerves, he couldn’t tell, but he leaned up to kiss him all the same. “Trust me, when I get around to fucking you, I will NOT be gentle.”

Akaya chuckled and nodded. "Good," he said and positioned himself at Hiyoshi’s entrance then took a deep breath and met Hiyoshi’s eyes before pushing just the tip inside. He couldn't hold back the quiet groan, because he could already feel Hiyoshi clamping down around him.

Hiyoshi tightened instinctively as his prepared entrance was penetrated by something much thicker and hotter. After a heartbeat though, hearing Akaya above him, he tried to breathe as he opened himself up to his brat. Little by little, that hard thickness worked its way into him, his body alternately gripping and relaxing with each forward movement. It hurt, yes, a lot, and he could feel the wetness on his eyes, but it was a pain he accepted full heartedly. He bit at his lower lip, trying to contain the pained noises from escaping, not wanting Akaya to feel guiltily or stop. Wrapping his arms around his boyfriend, he didn’t even notice how his fingers were digging into his boyfriend’s back.

Akaya smiled despite the pain in his back where Hiyoshi’s nails were cutting into him and rubbed his thumb along just under his boyfriend’s eye, wiping away the tears. "You feel so good," he said softly, trying to distract the other man as he slowly and patiently pressed himself in more.

The martial artist’s body shivered with pain and pleasure as the hot thickness touched his prostate lightly and then his brat was buried deep within him. He opened his pain clouded eyes and chuckled despite it. “Good. At least one of us… is keeping… ah… up… their side of the bargain.” Hiyoshi leaned up to kiss and suck at whatever skin was in reach, his legs widening as he encouraged Akaya on. "It’s enough…” he whispered against Akaya’s neck. It was too much. He needed Akaya to move, needed his brat to stop acting so gentle and patient. “Where is my sexy demon? Nn… Please, Akaya... take me...fuck me... whatever the hell… it is you plan on doing..."

Akaya slid one hand along Hiyoshi’s thigh, and then lifted the limb up over his shoulder, allowing him to push in that much further and at a different angle. It would allow him to press right into his target with deadly accuracy. Sexy demon? He liked the sound of that. He also loved the way Hiyoshi was talking to him. He could definitely get used to it. "Fine, but it's not my fault if you can't walk tomorrow." He sat back on his knees more and gripped Hiyoshi’s thigh with one hand as he pulled out almost all the way and pushed back in hard. Without hesitation, he repeated the motion and started to pick up a medium pace.

It hurt like hell, but a well-timed thrust hit that spot again, and he saw stars. Small cries and low moans fell from Hiyoshi’s lips with every thrust. His brain shut down, only able to process the new sensation of intense pleasure mixed with pain, but something was wrong. He wanted, needed to see... “Akaya… Ah! I can’t see you…” He didn’t have the sense of mind to realize how silly and sentimental that sounded.

Smiling despite the light sheen of sweat forming all over his naked body, Akaya moved the other man’s leg off his shoulder and leaned forward again so they were face to face. "That better?" he asked and pressed their lips together before the man could even answer.

Hiyoshi slid his tongue into his boyfriend’s mouth and grabbed at his head of curls to keep him there. Trying to match the pace, he began rocking back against him, which caused a groan to add to the list of noises he was already making. “Much… better...” Their lips met again, briefly, before Hiyoshi moved down to taste sweat-dampened skin. Nibbling, sucking, licking, biting, anything to keep from becoming overwhelmed.

Akaya smiled as Hiyoshi started moving with him. He learned quickly apparently. The little kisses and nips drew a moan from him, "Wrap your legs around my waist," he instructed huskily and picked up his pace so that the quiet room was filled with the sound of their bare flesh slapping together and the little grunts that each motion was drawing from him. Maybe he was out of shape? His muscles were already burning from effort and he could hear the voice in his head that sounded suspiciously like fukubuchou yell 'Tarundoru.'

Hiyoshi did as told, trusting him with everything he had to give. He thought he was going to be driven mad with sensation. His swollen member was trapped between their sweat-slicked bodies and crying for attention with every move they made, but it was starting to worry him that Akaya wasn’t saying much or making much noise at all. Trying to force himself to some level of awareness, he uttered out between moans, brain too in shambles to be tactful, “I… Nn… Tell me you’re enjoying this.”

Akaya blinked and faltered in his pace for a moment before picking it back up again. "Of course I'm enjoying this," he said breathily. He was nearly panting and his whole body quivered. Maybe his boyfriend liked dirty talk? "You feel amazing Wakashi--so tight and warm---and you look so sexy," he whispered huskily and nipped Hiyoshi’s ear, "I love you so much..."

Eyes narrowed and Hiyoshi roughly pulled Akaya’s head down to make their eyes meet, their pace slowing almost painfully. “I don’t need your lines or comfort. I need to know that you’re happy. There’s no point to us doing this if you’re not.” There might have been a thousand other better ways to say it, but he couldn’t think of them. Akaya may not understand exactly how much he cared for him since he had a hard time expressing it with words, but at least through his actions, he wanted him to understand.

As Hiyoshi made him look at him, Akaya slowed, then finally stopped moving completely to look at him, his eyes wide in shock. "I--eh?" he blinked a couple times. A smile broke out across his face and he used the time to catch his breath. "Of course I'm happy, why would you think I'm not?" he asked softly, his relief and happiness obvious in his voice.

Hiyoshi gave him an answering smile; that was all he needed to hear. His hand reached out to cup Akaya’s cheek, his hair at the base was already dripping with exertion. “Just wanted to make sure.” He placed his lips simply on the other’s then smirked, “Now finish what you started since I refuse to lower myself to begging.” He squeezed his legs around him once for emphasis.

Akaya laughed a little and nodded. "Yes, sir," he started thrusting again, this time going hard and strong from the start. Each movement sent a burning sensation up his legs and through his back and his arms trembled with the effort of holding himself up, but it felt too good for him to care.

Once again, Hiyoshi was lost to all of the sensations. His body automatically now intercepting Akaya’s thrusts and willing him to return them. One arm grabbed at Akaya as an anchor. “I don’t know how much longer I can last,” he gasped out between thrusts. His neglected erection wanted attention desperately, and not able to take the pressure anymore, he reached between their bodies to stroke himself in time with Akaya’s thrusts. He moaned hard and loud at the added contact.

There was a new dark mark at the base of Hiyoshi’s neck where Akaya had been sucking, and he moaned. "Then just let yourself go," he murmured huskily and snuck one of his hands between them to replace Hiyoshi’s hand and stroke his boyfriend hard and in perfect time with his thrusts, even though they were beginning to lose their rhythm and become more desperate.

Hiyoshi’s eyes rolled back and his vision went askew at a particularly well aimed thrust and Akaya’s hand took over. He could no longer tell if he was even responding as Akaya drove his mind into a state of oblivion. The sounds they were making sounded like it was coming from somewhere else and he couldn’t even tell who was making them. One hand was still raking through Akaya’s hair while the other was holding and clinging to Akaya wherever he could reach him, his name pouring out of his mouth like a slow whispered mantra.

The sound of his name on the other man’s lips was intoxicating. Before Akaya realized it, his hand was coated with his boyfriend’s release. The warm enclosure clamped down around him and his thrusts abruptly came to a halt as his body went rigid. A loud cry was ripped from his throat as he spilled himself in Hiyoshi. Even though he'd slept with countless people, nothing ever felt quite like it did with Hiyoshi.

Sweating and panting, Hiyoshi felt groggy as he registered the weight of his boyfriend who had collapsed on top of him. No words were needed as his arms automatically came around him, gently stoking his hair and running his hand slowly and gently up and down his back. Words could not even begin to describe how he was feeling or what had just happened. His face turned to the side, nuzzling the dark head resting on his shoulder, his body still humming in satisfaction.

It was all Akaya could do to catch his breath and try to soothe his racing heart. After what felt like an eternity, he pushed himself up just enough to kiss Hiyoshi slowly and lazily. "Nn... You okay?" he asked quietly and smiled down at his lover, his eyes glowing with happiness and excitement.

Hiyoshi replied to the question with a small satisfied smile. He tugged his boyfriend forward for another light kiss, and then dragged his lips across the other’s face to kiss lazily at his cheeks, nose, and anywhere else he could reach.

Akaya tried not to giggle at all of the small kisses. He nuzzled Hiyoshi’s cheek and moved his lips against the other man’s ear as he whispered, "and I'm not a brat."

Hiyoshi let out a loud laugh at that, his chest shaking with mirth, making Akaya wobble on top of him. “You’ll always be my brat,” he said happily in a carefree voice, only noticing a moment later the ramifications of his words. But he meant them, and wasn’t willing to take them back. Even if they would someday separate, to him, Akaya would always be his brat.

Akaya smiled even wider and crushed their lips together in a hungry but quick kiss. "And you'll always be my favorite mushroom-head." He touched his nose to Hiyoshi’s and slowly pulled out of him, groaning a little as he did.

Hiyoshi’s smile was short lived as he winced when Akaya pulled out of him. It ached in an odd way, somehow leaving him feeling empty. He tried to move his legs, but found they were very stiff and it hurt to move them. The stickiness, he noticed, was starting to get to him too. Grimacing, he said with disgust, “I think I know what you meant about not being able to move… This is the part where I start glaring at you right?” Though he was still way too content to actually do so.

"No, this is the part where I pick you up and take you to the shower. Then you can get changed and we can go back to our room and go to bed." He wasn't sure whose room he was talking about, but both his room and Hiyoshi’s were their rooms. Their own little sanctuaries.

“You are NOT picking me up! I can walk just fine…” As he said so, the stubborn boy started to move, but his legs cramped and his muscles ached in places he’d never felt before, “…with maybe a little help.” Yeah, the glaring option sounded good.

Akaya stood in all of his naked glory then crouched down next to his boyfriend to pick him up bridal style. "I'm going to carry you, so get over it," he mumbled stubbornly and started toward the door, not caring at all that they were naked.

Hiyoshi’s eyes bugged out as he was scooped up into a pair of strong arms and carried towards the door. “KIRIHARA AKAYA! Put me down now!!! I am not a damn woman!” They were leaving? Like this??? He looked back over at the mats quickly to make sure there was no evidence of there previous activities. His gi looked like it had taken most of the damage. “My clothes are still in here idiot, and I need to clean and lock up!”

Akaya winced as his boyfriend shrieked in his ear. "Well you sound like a damn woman Just shut up, okay? I'll finish up the cleaning while you're in the shower and I'll bring your clothes.” He growled and glared at Hiyoshi stubbornly.

Ugh… the tired mushroom-headed boy didn’t have the energy for this right now. He crossed his arms and grumbled under his breath, but relaxed in his boyfriend’s arms and allowed himself to be carried into the locker room. They would never speak of this again, he vowed.

Once in the locker room, Akaya walked directly to the shower and turned one on warm before setting his boyfriend on his feet slowly. "You okay to stand?" he asked gently and stayed close to support Hiyoshi, just in case.

How was it that Akaya could make him feel like glowering and smiling at the same time? “Of course,” he said curtly, though he was tempted to say no since in all honesty he didn’t want Akaya to leave.

"Alright, I'm gonna go clean up and get our clothes," the chibi demon smiled, "You clean up and I'll be back soon." He started to walk out of the shower then paused to look over his shoulder at Hiyoshi, "Oh, and make sure to open yourself up and let everything drain out," he smiled big and childishly, "Or you're going to have a nasty surprise later."

Hiyoshi winced again and blushed. Was Akaya embarrassing him on purpose? Probably. Alone in the shower, he had the opportunity to realize just how uncomfortable he was. The stickiness sliding down his chest and his legs, not to mention the ache that was very apparent whenever he moved or even breathed, was sickening. He braced himself against the shower wall and tried to clean himself up the best he could while waiting for Akaya to come back.

Other than the soreness, nothing felt any different. The sex had been amazing, yes. More than Hiyoshi had expected, but he didn’t feel any major change. He’d always heard from others that people in relationships changed after sex. It had been one of his major concerns since he didn’t want to lose Akaya if the sex changed them. However, he had a feeling that they would be okay. Their relationship had never been about the sex, he had seen to that. He knew that Akaya for all of his whining and pleading understood that. He hoped his boyfriend didn’t take too long coming back.

Akaya walked back into the mat room and picked up their clothes, then finished up the cleaning that was left. Pulling Hiyoshi’s keys out of the pocket in his gi, he locked the door to the room then carried the clothes close to his chest, trudging back to the locker room. He was happy. The happiest he'd been in a long time and he couldn't wait to curl up with his boyfriend.

Walking back into the locker room, he dropped the clothes on the bench before walking into the shower. "Did ya miss me?" he asked with a big lopsided grin. "Damn you look sexy..." he teased, even though it was true, and walked up to wrap his arms around his boyfriend.

“Shut up,” Hiyoshi hissed, though it had no real venom in it as he leaned into his boyfriend’s embrace. “I was just getting sick of leaning on a cold wall.” It felt good to both hold and be held by Akaya. It was such a satisfying feeling, standing like this with him, holding each other under the warm water, but he knew there was somewhere else he’d rather be. “Mmm… Let’s go home.”