Of bratty demons and mushroom heads

CHAPTER 27

Hiyoshi was finally home. The minute he’d been given the okay to return back to Japan, he’d jumped on the first available flight, arriving back a little less than a day early. It was Saturday late evening and he felt a rush of relief when he arrived at Akaya’s door. He’d tried to call his boyfriend a few times before he left to let him know he would be back early, but the damn brat’s phone had gone straight to voice mail every time.

Knocking, the mushroom headed boy waited, but received no response. Impatient, he set down his suitcase and took out the extra key to the room they’d had made for him after the earthquake. He’d expected Akaya to be asleep, or indulging in a video game, but instead found a very messy room with no Akaya in sight. Resisting the urge to throw something, he put his stuff down and waited impatiently for his boyfriend to come home.

If he sat down, Hiyoshi knew he would fall asleep. To keep himself awake, he began picking up the mess that had become of Akaya’s room. Video games, clothes, take-out, even school books were strewn everywhere. He was surprised but grateful the porn and sex toys weren’t part of the mess as well.

Once the place looked livable again, he looked over at the clock and saw it was already past ten o’clock. Once again resisting the urge to throw something, specifically the clock, he lay down on his side of the bed and stared at the ceiling for a few minutes. Akaya’s scent was all around him and it was warm. It took mere seconds for him to reluctantly drift off into the most comfortable sleep he’d had in two weeks.

Practice was over and Akaya was bored out of his mind. He'd just taken a two hour long shower and was on his way back to his room. He'd recently gotten scolded for walking around the halls naked and now he had to have a stupid towel wrapped around his waist. Now he had to carry two towels to the shower because he always dried his hair on the way back to his room. "Man, this sucks...." he mumbled, in a bad mood. The past two weeks had been hell, but at least they were almost over. He opened the door to his room and tossed the towel from around his waist onto the bed.

He walked around his room naked while finishing drying his hair then found a pair of boxers to wear. All he could think about was that his boyfriend would be home soon and things would be back to normal. He'd be able to sleep again instead of staying up all night reading manga and playing video games to fill the time. After his hair was dry enough, he tossed the other towel across the room and grabbed then next volume of Hellsing to read. He'd reread the series five times in the past week, but damn it, he'd been bored. Finally, he walked over to the bed and noticed a body on it.

Frowning, Akaya wondered who the hell was sleeping in his bed. Hiyoshi was in Singapore and no one else usually showed up in his room. It had to be one of his senpai or something. The body looked oddly familiar though. "Oi, Senpai! Don't sleep in my--" he paused as he pulled the towel away to reveal his boyfriend. "Wakashi?" He had to be dreaming... right? Akaya bit his lower lip and pinched himself on the arm. After letting out a little pained yelp, he felt his eyes water up and he jumped onto his boyfriend. "WAKASHIIIIII~~~!!!!!!"

Eyes sprang open as both Hiyoshi’s body and ears were attacked by a wailing chibi demon. Before he could react, he was already in a vice like grip that efficiently deprived him of both movement and oxygen. “I can’t breathe, brat,” he rasped out in an annoyed, sleepy voice, but it was completely outdone by the grin on his face.

"Welcome home!" Akaya cried and held on tighter to his boyfriend. He buried his face against the other man’s neck and smiled from ear to ear. He wasn't dreaming. Hiyoshi was really home and early too. It was the best surprise ever.

Managing to pull one of his arms free from the iron grasp, Hiyoshi brought it up and around Akaya to bury in wet curls and scratch contently at the back of his neck. “I’m home.” He placed a small kiss on his curly head. “Where have you been?”

"I was practicing and taking a shower," Akaya explained and kept crying quietly against the other man’s shoulder. "You're home early," he said in disbelief and kissed his cheek, then lips possessively, a couple tears still in his eyes.

Hiyoshi leaned up into the kiss, savoring the taste and feel of them against his. Two weeks was entirely too long. He pulled away, still placing small kisses on Akaya’s nose and lips while he fondly brushed the stray tears away. “What are you crying for? You’re supposed to be happy to see me.” He chuckled lightly. “You’re such a brat…” It was his turn to pull the other boy down against him till Akaya was lying completely on top of him on the bed. “I missed you.”

"I am happy, stupid," Akaya mumbled and rubbed at his eyes. "I missed you, too." He snuggled up against Hiyoshi and kissed him again, slowly and sensually. He'd missed him more than words could express. He felt like a needy idiot because of it, but he couldn't help it. That was what Hiyoshi did to him.

Hiyoshi rolled them over, kissing him back heatedly. Akaya was such a sap sometimes. Hiyoshi could be too, but he wasn’t going to acknowledge it. Not having any clothing in the way, his hands lightly explored the familiar area of Akaya’s chest and sides, anywhere he could reach. His lips pulled dominantly and demandingly at Akaya’s. He could have taken him right then and there, but when he pulled back momentarily to catch his breath, the up close view of Akaya stopped him. Hiyoshi’s eyes immediately changed to stare daggers down at his boyfriend. Akaya looked paler than he remembered, and there were dark circles under his eyes.

When Hiyoshi rolled on top of him, something seemed off. The chibi demon noticed Hiyoshi glaring at him and glared right back angrily. "You're too light," he growled. His boyfriend hadn't been eating correctly, even when he'd said he had. He flipped them back over and glared down at him. "You haven't been eating. You're going to make yourself sick, stupid!" he snapped grouchily.

Akaya’s words angered him and Hiyoshi roughly flipped them over again. “At least I don’t look like I haven’t seen the sun or slept in a month.” He gestured towards the bed and bit out sarcastically, “Bed, Akaya. Akaya, bed. Nice you two have finally met again.”

Akaya rolled them back over and growled. "Don't give me that shit! You look like a damn teenage female model," he snapped and glared angrily down at his boyfriend again.

“I do not! You sleep deprived idiot. You look like an addict going through withdrawals!” Hiyoshi hollered and flipped them over yet again, this time attempting to pin Akaya’s arms down so he couldn’t roll them over any more.

"It's your fault! You're the one who went to stupid Singapore!" Akaya pulled his legs up a bit and lifted his hips to knock his boyfriend off balance before rolling them again, this time though, they rolled right off the bed and he landed with his back to the floor and Hiyoshi against his chest. He coughed as the air was knocked out of him and groaned. "Ow... fuck..." He opened his eyes to look at Hiyoshi. "Are you alright?"

Hiyoshi cursed as they fell and tried to make it so not all his weight landed on Akaya. “I’m fine, idiot.” He looked him over as well to make sure he was okay before rolling his eyes and sitting up. “I’m sorry if it’s my fault,” he mumbled. True, it hadn’t been his choice to go as he’d told Akaya repeatedly, but that still didn’t change the fact that he’d gone. Defensive still, he added, “And it’s not like I didn’t eat anything. I know exactly how much I have to eat in order to teach classes.” So what if he had skipped a few meals as long as he could still do his job?

"Just eating enough to survive isn't enough, idiot," Akaya mumbled as he sat up and rubbed the back of his head. "You're going to make yourself sick and make all your muscle deteriorate." He didn't want to admit he'd actually paid attention in nutrition recently so that he'd know how to feed Hiyoshi food that was good for him. He'd even taken a couple cooking classes while his boyfriend had been away.

Not wanting to get any angrier, Hiyoshi crossed his arms and conceded in a sarcastic tone, “Fine. Maybe I could have taken better care of myself. But tell me, Mr. Expert, have you managed any better?” He narrowed his eyes at Akaya, daring him to say other wise.

"At least I fucking ate," Akaya mumbled and crossed his arms over his chest before leaning back against the night stand. Losing a bit of sleep was nothing compared to not eating enough.

This was going nowhere and wasn’t doing either of them any good. “Come here, idiot.” Hiyoshi extended his hand out for Akaya to take.

With a stubborn frown in place, Akaya took his boyfriend’s hand and moved over to sit next to him, pressed up close to his side.

“I don’t want to argue over this tonight. We can get mad at each other again tomorrow if you want, but right now, I’d much rather enjoy what’s left of the evening.” Keeping Akaya’s hand in his, Hiyoshi sighed and waited to see what Akaya would do.

"Alright..." Was the demon brat’s softly reply before he moved to straddle his boyfriend’s hips, "I’m glad you're home. I've missed you..." he murmured and buried his face against Hiyoshi’s neck.

Hiyoshi was glad Akaya had agreed to drop it and gave a relieved sigh. “You already said that.” He ran his hand through Akaya’s hair and chuckled lightly, “I think our lives are becoming repetitive.” He kissed the side of Akaya’s head, amused. “I missed you, too.”

"This better not become some habit of yours," Akaya mumbled and held onto Hiyoshi tightly, "Running off to other countries and leaving me behind..." The least his lover could do was take him along. He was a big boy; he could take care of himself over seas, even if he didn't speak the language or know anyone.

Hiyoshi snickered, that wasn’t what he was talking about, but it didn’t matter. “I won’t be ‘running off’ to any other countries any time soon.” He assured. “This was a special case.” He would go into more details about it later… maybe, but first he just wanted to relax and spend time with his brat. “What would you like to do? I believe I promised you a trip to the park, though we can hold that off until tomorrow if you would rather get some sleep first or… anything else you have in mind.”

"Good," Akaya mumbled and sat back a bit to look Hiyoshi over. As his boyfriend continued, a big smile found its way onto his face. "Let’s save the park for tomorrow. I'm sure we can find a way to entertain ourselves tonight." The spark in his eyes proclaimed proudly that his ideas of entertainment were not exactly rated E for everyone and probably not fit for the children’s park, even if it was the middle of the night. Though on second thought, swings could be fun.

Hiyoshi knew that look. It meant the two of them definitely weren’t going to be sleeping any time soon. Which was a bad thing of course since Akaya really needed his sleep. That hadn’t been what he’d had in mind when suggesting doing something else. Well… maybe it had. Shit. He was already leaning forward to kiss his boyfriend fervently with barley contained eagerness, when he should have been making them relax and go to bed. He was such a terrible boyfriend.

Akaya kissed him back firmly and rolled his hips down against Hiyoshi’s, reaffirming it to himself that he wasn't dreaming and his boyfriend was really there under him, kissing him. His brain was a bit fuzzy from the little amount of sleep he'd been getting, but it was still very much awake enough to try and figure out what he was going to screw Hiyoshi against. Maybe the wall?

Should he take Akaya right here on the floor? Or pick him up and have his way with him on the bed? The roll of Akaya’s hips against his made Hiyoshi’s mind up for him rather quickly. With Akaya still straddling his lap, he rolled them both forward so he was settled between his legs on the floor. It was a good thing he’d just cleaned it. Akaya was already undressed, which made this much easier. He rolled his own hips down against Akaya’s, getting a much better angle now with their new position, and moved his lips to taste Akaya’s skin at the neck. He’d missed that slightly salty flavor and savored it with his tongue. With confident hands, he began running one hand along Akaya’s toned thighs.

When Akaya found himself on his back, he growled a little. That was not what he had planned, but when that hand ran up his thigh, any complaint died in his throat. "Mm..." He arched up and bared more of his neck to his boyfriend. "Wakashi..." he purred and buried his hands in Hiyoshi’s hair.

Heart beating rapidly in his chest when Akaya said his name like that, Hiyoshi took the invitation and ravaged his boyfriend’s neck, kissing and sucking, paying special attention to the pulse point. He grabbed Akaya’s hips in a harsh grip, hard enough to maybe even leave bruises in the shape of his fingers, and rolled his hips down hard against his again. He knew he was teasing him terribly, but wanted to hear Akaya cry out for him. “Hmm… I can’t decide if I want to take you hard or gently today… Do you have a preference?” He asked with a teasing smirk, kissing way back up to Akaya’s mouth.

Akaya’s heart pounded against his chest so hard it felt like it was going to burst out. It wasn't helping that his boyfriend was pushing him down into the floor and talking dirty to him. Okay, so as dirty as Hiyoshi ever got. He gasped as he felt the fingers leave what were going to become nice bruises on his hips. "Ah!" He tried desperately not to beg, but that smirk on his boyfriend’s face killed any chance of that. "Hard. Nn… Wakashi… No prep, nothing. Just take me, please…" There were some days he wasn't above begging for what he wanted, but those days were few and far between and required him to be sleep deprived. Lucky for Hiyoshi, it was one of those days.

Hiyoshi was surprised at Akaya’s response, but only for a split second before his eyes became hard and lust filled, his smirk turning feral. He leaned forward to whisper in his ear, restraint clear and harsh in his voice. “As you wish, brat.” With that, he ripped himself away from Akaya’s body to quickly remove his clothing before he was on him again, pressing his body hard onto his, enjoying the feel of flesh on flesh. He didn’t need or want anymore foreplay, he just wanted Akaya. He took a moment to bite and suck at Akaya’s nipples, playing with the little nub between his teeth and rubbing over it with his tongue while he got Akaya into position, spread out before him. He didn’t want to just ram himself in and hurt him. So he slowly and painstakingly started to ease himself into Akaya’s tight opening. Watching Akaya’s every response with greedy eyes.

Akaya watched hungrily with slightly glazed over eyes as Hiyoshi undressed. It was always a breathtaking sight, even though he was visibly skinnier now. He didn't like that at all, but he'd kick his ass for it later. All he wanted right then was his boyfriend in him. He craned his neck to watch, panting, as his boyfriend positioned himself and toyed with his nipples, he was about to tell him to hurry the hell up when he felt the other man start to press into him. He hissed and gripped tightly at Hiyoshi’s upper arms, but he'd been taken harder than this and he knew he could make himself relax. He took a deep shuddering breath and immediately forced those muscles to relax and let the other man in. It hurt, and he knew it would hurt a lot more the next day, but this was nothing. He kept telling himself that over and over, letting his memories of last time surface as a kind of comparison. This was Wakashi and he wanted this. He was safe and he knew the pain would fade.

Akaya was so hot like this. Hiyoshi was unbelievably turned on by the site, and it felt so good… until Akaya closed his eyes and his expression held nothing but pain. He heard him whimper, and despite his body’s frustrating scream to continue, Hiyoshi stopped immediately. “Damn it, brat. You know I want to just ram myself into you, but not if I’m going to fucking seriously hurt you.” There was no brain space available for tact right now. “Look at me. Tell me truthfully what you want.” He was sweating and using all his control to hold himself back, but he was serious. He knew that Akaya could be a masochist, but he loved the idiot and wasn’t going harm him even if that’s what he seemed to want.

"You won't hurt me," Akaya assured and opened his eyes to smile a bit at his lover. "If you want to ram into me then do it," he purred and pulled Hiyoshi into a deep rough kiss. "Make me scream, Wakashi, please..." he whispered against his lips as his legs wrapped around his boyfriend’s waist and pulled him in further.

Fucking hell. “I love you, idiot. If I fucking hurt you, it’s your own damn fault…” Hiyoshi bit out roughly before letting loose and doing just as he was told, and exactly what his body was craving. He slammed himself the rest of the way into Akaya’s body. There was a loud noise that might have been a scream, but he was too consumed to know where or who it was coming from. Without pause, he continued to pound into his boyfriend, breathing hard and quietly moaning his name. He angled his body to make sure he was hitting precisely where he knew Akaya wanted it. Damn the brat felt good. In a moment of passion, he leaned over and grabbed a fist full of Akaya’s hair and dragged him up for a domineering kiss, biting at his lips, making him moan, not pausing in his movements even once.

Hiyoshi had indeed heard a scream. That had fucking hurt like hell, but Akaya endured. "Oh god," he moaned and arched up against the other man. He could feel himself being pushed across the floor inch by inch by the power of the thrusts. "Wa…nn—shi…" He groaned as he was pulled up into a deep kiss. By the time he finally pulled away, Akaya was screaming again and his heart was pounding in his chest painfully, the burning raced up his spine from their connection.

The vulnerability his boyfriend was displaying, being controlled by him, was a powerful turn on. Plus, the fact that they hadn’t used any lubricant ensured that every twitch from Akaya was sending electric shots to his groin. Hiyoshi’s thrusts became faster and he reached out for Akaya’s arousal, stroking him with a firm grip in time with his insistent thrusts. His eyes were glued to Akaya’s form beneath him, taking in every expression, every movement, with hungry eyes.

Akaya opened his eyes to stare into Hiyoshi’s, and smirked up at him as he met each thrust with smooth movements of his own hips. He dragged his dull nails across his boyfriend’s perfectly toned back leaving scratches down it that would definitely be there for a couple days. "Mm... So good Wakashi…" he purred and scratched down Hiyoshi’s back again. He was going to make sure everyone knew where those marks were from. No passing it off as cat scratches.

Hiyoshi wanted marks. He wanted that complete and total surrender from Akaya. He wanted the man to scream for him as he was already doing so wonderfully. Biting down viciously, he sunk his teeth in to the tender flesh of Akaya’s throat. He wanted everyone, especially Akaya, to know that he belonged to him; his and his alone. Keeping his harsh movements constant, he leaned down to tell him just that in a fiercely possessive voice. “You belong to me.”

Groaning loudly at the bite, Akaya gripped tightly at Hiyoshi’s back. "Yes," he moaned and arched up again. He knew he was going to catch crap from everyone on the tennis team, but frankly, he didn't care. He was proud to be Hiyoshi’s and he knew that Hiyoshi was his.

“If you ever forget that, I’ll never forgive you.” Hiyoshi would never be able to forgive him, because he knew that he would always belong to Akaya. Everything felt so good, even the nails scratching down his back felt amazing. As Akaya’s breathing became distinctly staccato, Hiyoshi slammed into him even harder, movements becoming more erratic with his own halted breathe.

"I will never forget," Akaya groaned and clenched his muscles expertly around Hiyoshi, "because you belong to me too." He buried a hand in his boyfriend’s hair and tugged him down into a deep kiss.

That was it. Hiyoshi couldn’t hold back any longer. He might have responded, but his lips were too busy getting lost in Akaya like the rest of him. The hot clench of Akaya around him, the hot possession of his lips, and the radiating lust and passion of the man beneath him ensured that he could almost taste his release. With a strangled moan, he made a few more deep thrusts into Akaya before stilling. His back arched and he came hard and fast inside his lover.

The heat that filled him made Akaya moan loudly and spiral into his own orgasm. He screamed his boyfriend’s name, fairly certain that everyone on their floor (and maybe even Sanada upstairs) could hear him. Perfect. His fingers dug deep into his lover’s back, leaving deep bruises as he shuddered and came between them, coating their chests and abs.

Hiyoshi dropped down onto his lover in an exhausted heap and buried his head in Akaya’s shoulder, lightly nipping on a delicious patch of already bruising skin. It felt like it had been years since he felt this good. “Mmm… Are you alright?” he asked softly into his neck. Taking refuge in Akaya’s breathing beneath him and inhaling his scent.

Akaya lay there panting for a moment, but before the question was even all the way out of Hiyoshi’s mouth, the former rikkai baby was asleep and snoring quietly with a little smile on his face, proof of how little sleep he'd gotten over the past two weeks.

At the lack of response, Hiyoshi worriedly looked up, only to find his boyfriend completely passed out. He groaned loudly. “You are a despicable little idiot, you know that?” Hiyoshi growled out quietly before slowly and, as gently as possible, removing himself from Akaya. Damn it, the brat looked so damn cute like that, even covered in the proof of there activities. He couldn’t leave him like this though. They were both a sweaty sticky mess and needed a shower badly. “No sleeping yet,” he called softly. “We need to get cleaned up.”

Akaya groaned as Hiyoshi pulled out and wrapped his arms around his boyfriend. "Mm... Sleep time now Wakashi," he mumbled and held onto the other man like a leech.

Hiyoshi resisted the urge to curse loudly. This was very out of character for his boyfriend. Akaya never passed out like this after sex, usually more likely to beg him for another round… or two. Deciding there was no way around it, he carefully stood up, attempting to bring Akaya with him. “Can’t believe this… Such a stubborn idiotic brat … When did you last fucking sleep?!”

Blinking a bit, Akaya opened his eyes at the outburst. "Hmm?" he mumbled and wrapped himself around Hiyoshi tighter before burying his face against his boyfriend’s neck. "Dunno..." he mumbled and let out a little contented sigh.

Rolling his eyes in frustration, Hiyoshi guided them over to where their shower supplies was, once again grateful that he’d cleaned earlier, then wrapped Akaya and himself in a towel. This proved difficult since Akaya was no help whatsoever. Giving up any idea of having Akaya’s cooperation, he finally just slid the shower supplies bag onto one arm then scooped Akaya up bridal style. The brat must have lost some weight too, since he seemed lighter than last he’d held him.

Akaya allowed himself to be maneuvered around and picked up without much complaint. He was tired and just wanted to curl up with Hiyoshi in bed, but if his boyfriend wanted to shuffle around, doing whatever it was he was doing, it was fine with him (as long as he didn't have to be conscious to do it).

With some difficulty, Hiyoshi managed to open the door and look both ways to make sure no one else was around before entering the hall and quickly making his way to the shower room. Once inside, he put Akaya down on the cold tile next to the shower stall in order to turn on the water.

As soon as he hit the tiles, Akaya shivered and curled into a ball on the floor. "Gimme back the covers, Wakashi..." he mumbled and groped at the floor, trying to find the invisible blankets.

A second later, Hiyoshi came back to retrieve Akaya from the floor, his naked body already glistening with steam and sweat. “Come on, brat. Don’t make me do all the work.”

"Mmm...'m not a brat..." The sleepy brat mumbled and wriggled toward Hiyoshi’s warmth. When had the bed gotten this cold?

Picking Akaya up securely in his arms again, Hiyoshi walked them both into the shower stall. The water was steaming hot and felt wonderful against his skin. He tried to place Akaya on his feet, hoping the contact of the water would wake him up some.

Akaya yelped as water hit him and tried to wriggle away from Hiyoshi and the stream of water. Once he succeeded though, he realized it was too damn cold to be out of the water and slipped back under the hot stream. He blinked a couple times, then his head drooped and he fell back asleep standing up.

Hiyoshi chuckled when Akaya literally leaped out of his arms, but then frowned again when he seemed to just fall asleep standing there. ‘Fine,’ he thought, and turned towards the spray. He wasn’t going to bother with shampoo, but he used a bar of soap to clean himself off.

Akaya swayed a bit under the spray, but didn't wake up. The heat was soothing and he knew Hiyoshi was nearby.

Once he was satisfied, Hiyoshi reached out for Akaya and dragged him closer to quickly clean and rinse him off. He couldn’t believe Akaya was being so cooperative. He’d been ready for a fight and had been prepared to do this with a kicking and screaming brat if he had to. Therefore, he was a bit disappointed that Akaya was being so agreeable. ‘He must really be tired.’

As he got pushed back under the water, Akaya frowned and sputtered and stuck his head back out with a little glare on his features. "Oi, what are you doing?" he grumbled and looked around, his features turning surprised. "Eh? When did we get in the shower?" He was still exhausted and he felt sleep tugging at him again, but damn it, he was wet and his hair was sticking to his forehead and straight. He hated his hair straight.

“We needed a shower,” Hiyoshi explained simply, rolling his eyes at Akaya’s apparent first conscious moment since they left the room. He placed the bar of soap half in Akaya’s hand. “Are you going to finish cleaning yourself up, or am I?”

Akaya handed the soap back to Hiyoshi and pouted. "I just took a shower," he mumbled grumpily but still reached between his legs to spread himself and let the remainders of their activities leak out. It wasn't a pleasant feeling, but it was something he didn't even think about anymore.

Hiyoshi ran his hands through Akaya’s hair, brushing the wet curls back off his face. “Trust me, you needed it.” He raised an eyebrow, “Unless you would have preferred I just left you alone on the floor like that.”

Shivering a bit, Akaya watched Hiyoshi and kissed him. He honestly didn't care about sleeping in his bed covered in excrements since, well, he did that normally anyway. His excessive amount of wet dreams insured that, but he knew it bothered Hiyoshi so he didn't complain.

Hiyoshi kissed him back lightly, but then pushed Akaya back to rinse him off one last time. He turned off the water and retrieved their towels, drying them both the best he could with a cuddly Akaya attached to him. He took a moment to towel Akaya’s hair as well. Despite what the brat continuously told him, it wasn’t healthy to sleep with sopping wet hair. “Can you walk, or do I need to carry you again?” he asked, amused. Akaya eyes had a bleary glazed over look to them and it was hard to tell when he was actually conscious.

Akaya held on tightly to his boyfriend and yawned. "Mm... Carry..." he mumbled and nuzzled Hiyoshi’s neck. In all honesty, he could walk. He just didn't want to.

Now Akaya was being difficult on purpose. Once Hiyoshi had his boyfriend securely wrapped in a towel, he grabbed their belongings and leaned down to hoist Akaya up and threw him over his shoulder to carry him fireman’s style. It would be much easier this way since it only required one hand to hold him up.

It was a good thing Akaya was barely conscious, because otherwise he would have been throwing a fit at the rough treatment, but at the moment, he was too tired to really care. Instead, he just let out a little grunt and gave a little smirk since he now had a great view of Hiyoshi’s towel covered ass.

Hiyoshi hurriedly made his way back to the privacy of their room, feeling the day’s events catching up to him. He dropped Akaya down onto the bed then crawled in after him. Once he felt the coolness of the sheets and the familiar feel of the mattress beneath him, he immediately started to doze off.

Akaya didn't let out more than a grunt as he hit the bed and immediately reached out for Hiyoshi. Once he found him, he wrapped around him in a death grip and didn't let go, even after he was in the deepest sleep of his life.

Before letting himself drift off completely, Hiyoshi lazily wrapped an arm around Akaya in return, holding him back loosely, giving a satisfied sigh as he pressed one last small kiss to his forehead. “Goodnight, brat.” he uttered in a half yawn, as sleep finally claimed him.