Of bratty demons and mushroom heads

CHAPTER 26

Natsumi was being annoying. She had been on Hiyoshi’s case about everything since he got there; his manners, his clothes, his eating habits… even if she had a good reason for that one. The one thing she hadn’t chastised him about was his teaching, which he was grateful for. One of the few times he’d given a hint of a smile was when she’d complimented him on one of his classes with the younger kids.

Despite all the annoyances, Hiyoshi was glad she was there. They had known each other their whole lives, had a lot in common, and she kept him busy and distracted, not letting him think too much about how much he missed Akaya. The only time it became really difficult was at night before he slept, which usually he was so exhausted after the day that he didn’t stay awake that long anyway. Tonight was an exception. His classes were over for the day and Natsumi had gone off with a few of her girlfriends. It was only nine o’clock, making it ten in Japan.

He’d called Akaya a few times since their first conversation the previous week, but had either had to leave a message or both of them were so busy that the conversations were cut short. Akaya would probably be out, but he figured it was worth a try. He dialed the number and hoped he wouldn’t get an answering machine again.

Not having Hiyoshi around was troublesome in many ways, a certain curly haired demon had realized. He couldn't sleep well, he was bored out of his mind, and he was horny. Damn it. His magazines just didn't cut it anymore. He didn't even have the drive to use his toys, so he settled for doing things the old fashioned way. He had his eyes closed and was imaging his boyfriend’s hand on his dick instead of his own. He was almost there… when his phone rang.

Normally he would just let it ring, but this was a special ring, Hiyoshi’s ring. He grabbed the phone with his free hand, not stopping his right hand’s motions as he answered. "Hey," he said, voice a bit strained and breathy, "Are you alone?" he asked quickly. This wouldn't work if other people were around. Well, he didn't care, but he was sure Hiyoshi would.

When Akaya picked up the phone, Hiyoshi noticed something was a bit strange in his tone. “Hi. Yes, I’m alone in my room. Why?” That was an odd thing to ask. Was something wrong?

"Have phone sex with me," Akaya moaned quietly. It had been a long time since he'd had phone sex with anyone and he was pretty sure he would be Hiyoshi’s first phone partner.

There were many things Hiyoshi had expected Akaya to say, that was not even close to one of them. He gulped hard, his eyes growing wide, and they strayed to the side even though there was nothing to avoid looking at. “Phone sex…?” He would have asked if he was kidding, but this was Akaya he was talking to. “Right now?”

"Yeah." Akaya shivered and bit back another groan, not quite ready to stop his hand motions just yet, though he did slow down. It wouldn't be very good phone sex if he came right away, now would it?

Hiyoshi could already feel his pulse starting to race and he quickly went to his bedroom door to make sure it was locked, just in case. Did this mean that Akaya had been…? Was that why he sounded like that? “Akaya… are you…?” He didn’t know how to finish that question.

"Touching myself?" the curly-haired demon finished for him with a little breathless chuckle. "Yeah... I was thinking about you," he closed his eyes again and smiled. He loved catching his boyfriend off guard. "And you're blushing now..."

The thought of Akaya touching himself while thinking of him made Hiyoshi’s lower regions suddenly jump to attention rather quickly. He could feel the blood rushing through his body, but the majority of it definitely wasn’t going to his face. “I…” He sat down on the bed and tried to take deep even breaths. It had only been a little more than a week since he had been with Akaya. It shouldn’t be this difficult to keep his body in check. “Idiot…” Even he could hear the low roughness in his voice.

Akaya smiled devilishly. He knew that tone and knew what it meant. "I thought about your hand on me, touching me, stroking me hard and fast, just how I like it," he mumbled and spread his legs a bit more. "Touch yourself. We can come together..."

Hiyoshi almost threw the phone across the room in embarrassment… almost. Akaya was so... This was exactly what he should have expected. “Hold on, brat. I haven’t even changed yet. Unless you wanna go on ahead without me.” He chuckled, not believing he was going to do this, hadn’t even put up a fight for that matter. The least he could do was make it hard on his nymphomaniac boyfriend.

"Nn... You don't need to. Just slip your hand under whatever you're wearing... I don’t wanna wait..." Part of him couldn't believe Hiyoshi was going to do this with him, but Akaya was definitely excited.

“Too bad. It’s your own fault for starting without me. Or are you just that needy for me?” Grinning, Hiyoshi started to undo the buttons on his shirt. “It would be too uncomfortable anyway since I’m wearing the tight pants you packed for me.”

"So what if I am?" Akaya groaned, but he had a smile on his face. "You look good in those pants..." he purred and paused in his stroking to wait for his lover.

“Good.” Hiyoshi thought that he was feeling rather needy too, but wasn’t willing to verbalize it. “How needy are you exactly?” He asked with a sadistic grin on his face as he continued to divest himself of his clothing. He loved testing Akaya’s patience in these situations, and he had a feeling Akaya loved it too.

"Mm… That’s a secret." Akaya’s smile turned to a smirk and he repressed a chuckle. "How needy are you, Wakashi? I can hear it in your voice, you know? That little rough scratchy sound. It means you want me."

Clothes finally removed, Hiyoshi leaned back comfortably against the bed’s head bored. He could practically hear the smirk on his boyfriend’s face, and his free hand went automatically to the throbbing heat between his legs. His breath hitched slightly at the contact, but he wouldn’t let it distract him. “Sorry, I don’t disclose information that is mutually being withheld from me.” Strokes were light, meant only to pacify his body for now. “Hmm… but I will tell you what I want to do…”

"Oh?" Akaya said with a little chuckle, "and what is it you want to do?" He questioned, finally bringing his hand around himself again. He hadn't missed the little hitch in Hiyoshi’s breathing.

With unexpected ease, Hiyoshi’s eyes closed and images of what he’d wanted all week automatically supplied themselves to his brain and the words came spilling out of his mouth before he even had a chance to be embarrassed. “I want to pull you close… Feel your warm breath on my face… Run my hands slowly through your hair… I… want to kiss you… On your nose, chin, cheeks, anywhere my lips can reach… except for your lips… which by now are probably pouting at me.” He smirked as he thought of Akaya’s pout. “You’re cute when you pout.” He could see it so clearly in his head that his lips ached for Akaya’s.

It was Akaya’s turn for his breath to catch. "Mm... You always do that... Tease me like that..." He said softly and started stroking himself slowly and teasingly just like how Hiyoshi would be touching him. "And I want to just ravish you until you're moaning under me. Leave little marks all over your body so that everyone knows you're mine. Kiss and bite your neck and down your chest until I reach your dick, mm... I want to taste you Wakashi..." He licked his lips and tried to fight back the sudden craving for something salty.

A harsh moan sounded in the back of Hiyoshi’s throat and all of a sudden he couldn’t seem to think straight; too engrossed in the image Akaya had set up for him. He sunk further into the bed, sprawling as though he expected Akaya to accost him at any moment. “I…” Hiyoshi blushed harder as his hand automatically started to trace the path Akaya had described. “I want to touch you…” He forgot to feel mortified at what he was letting escape and the image he probably made on the bed. “I want you to touch me…”

"I want to suck on you hard and finger you until you can't take it anymore," Akaya purred and spread his legs a bit further as his strokes got more firm and a bit faster. "I want to make you come and moan my name. I love it when you say my name like that..."

Hiyoshi’s grip strengthened as he pumped himself faster and harder. Akaya’s voice was crashing over him in waves, making his body respond and ache as if he was actually there touching him, driving him crazy. He turned onto his side away from the door to try and quiet the desperate moans in the back of his throat. “Fucking brat… Akaya…” He was so close. He could feel the build up and clung to the bed sheets as if they were his brat.

Akaya arched up off the bed, one hand clinging to the phone tightly while the other tugged his length roughly. Hiyoshi’s voice sent shivers through him and he was already plunging over the edge as he let out loud moan of "Wakashi!" His body quivered and he came over his chest, stomach, and hand.

That was it; Hiyoshi groaned out Akaya’s name slowly and muffled it as best he could with a pillow as his movements became jerky and unreserved. He rode out the waves of pleasure coursing through him. Later, he wouldn’t be able to think back on this without turning bright red and dragging Akaya off somewhere for some private time. It took at least a full minute to get his breathing back under control enough to speak, but when he opened his eyes again, there was no warm presence there, no Akaya looking back at him. A sudden loneliness overtook him worse than before. “Damn it… I fucking hate this.”

Turning to Hiyoshi’s side of the bed, Akaya smiled at first but then realized he wasn't there and his heart ached. He nodded in agreement with Hiyoshi’s statement. "I hate it too... I want to kiss you and hug you..." He mumbled quietly and felt something warm and wet roll down his face. He reached up and rubbed the tear away. He wasn't allowed to cry and be stupid and girly until he was off the phone.

The tone in Akaya’s voice made Hiyoshi’s hand automatically move up as if to caress a cheek that wasn’t there. “Me too, but I’ll be back soon. You’ll have to make me one of your terrible breakfasts.” A small smile came to his face as he thought of Akaya’s proud yet nervous smiles whenever he attempted to serve him food he made himself.

Akaya could almost feel Hiyoshi’s hand on his cheek and another couple tears escaped. "My breakfasts aren't terrible, asshole," he smiled and bit back on the little sob. "You'll see! I'll serve you the best breakfast ever! Just you wait!"

“I’ll hold you to that, brat. I’m looking forward to it.” Hiyoshi knew he should be going soon. He was a mess and needed to take a shower and clean up before Natsumi came home. She would never let him live it down otherwise. Plus, he had another early day tomorrow.

"I'll do it," Akaya mumbled and rubbed at his tears, "So you better come home soon safe and sound so I can make it for you." He smiled and held his phone tightly, like it was his one lifeline, which in a way it was. Somehow his world had become focused around Hiyoshi and he hadn't even noticed how dull it was without him there or how empty it felt.

“Yes, yes, of course.” Hiyoshi agreed and chuckled over the line, finding it amusing that Akaya just threatened him to come home safely so that he could feed him toxic food. “Akaya…” He was just pathetically stalling for time now and knew it. He didn’t want to say goodbye and was resentfully aware of the fact that the moment he hung up he would become depressed again. “You better be taking proper care of yourself over there, or else…”

Akaya smiled and laughed. "You're one to talk. I always take great care of myself," he said only half sarcastic. Other than less than optimum sleep he took good care of himself. He ate right and exercised. Then again, he exercised more than he should on no sleep, but he was just so damned bored.

Hiyoshi rolled his eyes. “Fine, I’ll trust you. But if I come home and find out you’re lying to me again, I’ll make you regret it.” Hiyoshi not taking proper care of himself was one thing, Akaya not taking care of himself was completely different.

Akaya smiled from ear to ear. "Yes, sir," he teased and held the phone tight against his ear. He knew he'd have to hang up but he didn't want to. He didn't want to lose his boyfriend’s soothing voice and be alone again.

“Just a few more days, brat...” Hiyoshi reassured softly under his breath. He wasn’t sure which of them he was trying to comfort. “I think the first thing I want to do when I get home is go to our park. We haven’t been there in a while.”

"Alright!" Akaya said happily, then paused, "First thing though, I'm kissing you and giving you a huge hug," he stated and rolled to his back to look up at the ceiling and tried to count the bumps and dips on it, "but we should definitely go. I wanna go on the swings. I think I figured out a way to get it going fast enough that I can flip all the way over the bar."

“You’re trying to give me a heart attack, aren’t you?” Hiyoshi groaned.

"Come on, it'll be awesome!" Akaya teased, imagining the look on the other man’s face.

“No, it would be reckless, but if you’re so intent on making your boyfriend endure heart failure and injure yourself in the process, then by all means. Do what you want.” The tone was sarcastic and the mushroom-headed boy rolled his eyes.

"I wouldn't fall! The centri--centrifu--centrifi---the centri-force thing would keep me on the swing! Like a roller coaster," Akaya laughed and closed his eyes to just listen to Hiyoshi’s voice.

Laughing, Hiyoshi just shook his head again. “You’re an idiot.”

"Yeah yeah, you're dating the idiot, idiot," There was a little laugh that sounded suspiciously like a giggle.

That was a good point. “Yeah, I’m still trying to figure out why that is exactly. Maybe I’ll figure it out soon so your idiotism’s stop rubbing off on me.”

"Heh heh," Akaya laughed again. He knew they should get off the phone, they should've gotten off the phone twenty minutes ago, but he didn't want to.

Hiyoshi sighed, feeling the conversation coming to its reluctant end. “Time to go to sleep, brat. You have school in the morning.” He sounded like a father lecturing his six-year-old son.

"I don't want to go..." Akaya mumbled and rolled to his side to glare at Hiyoshi’s spot on the bed.

“Did I say you had a choice?” Hiyoshi could imagine Akaya glaring at him and the thought made him smile.

"You suck. You better come home soon. The bed’s too warm when you're not here." Akaya mumbled while glaring at the sheets. Hiyoshi was like sleeping with an ice pack and he loved it.

That was such an odd endearing comment, but it still made Hiyoshi’s heart tighten in his chest. “Akaya…” He closed his eyes and whispered barely loud enough to be heard. “I love you.”

The pouting boy stopped and smiled, closing his eyes, all thoughts of ice packs gone. "I love you too, Wakashi..."

“Then do as I say, and go to sleep.” Hiyoshi moved off the bed so he could take his quick shower. “Good night.”

"Good night..." Akaya said quietly and waited. He wasn't going to hang up first. He didn't think he could if he tried. When had he gotten so pathetic?

Hiyoshi waited for the click signaling Akaya had hung up, but it never came. With one last small chuckle and shake of his head, he whispered one last quiet goodnight before forcing himself to hang up the phone. The sound of the phone closing gave a resounding clack to his ears and suddenly the room seemed cold and silent. “Only five more days…” he reassured himself as he grabbed his robe and shower supplies, walking out of the room.

Akaya heard the phone disconnect and closed his slowly. He set it on the nightstand and stared at it for a while before getting up to play Street Fighter IV. It was gonna be another one of those long nights.