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-Game 3: Steps-

Shindou Hikaru sat at his desk, chewing idly on the end of his pen and staring out the window beside him. In front of the classroom his teacher was lecturing on about something, and the blonde go pro was ignoring him completely. Instead he was thinking about the events planned for later that evening. Touya Akira, his rival in the go world and now his lover, was going to be coming to his house again to play a quiet game of go in the privacy of Hikaru's bedroom. He was very glad when the bell rang and he could leave school.

Walking home, his hands behind his head, he recalled the last few weeks. Since the kiss in the bathroom at Touya Meijin's go salon, Hikaru and his lover had tried to spend as much time as possible together, which really wasn't all that much. Both of them had school and both of them had professional matches against other players. Akira also tutored go at the salon and his home from time to time, so that left them with little free time. They had, however, managed to get by. In the past weeks since their mutual confession, they had been able to get together to play go, eat dinner, and, more importantly, make out in the privacy of either Hikaru's room, or Akira's.

In all that time the green haired boy had instigated actions all of once, which had been the first time Hikaru had ever taken him to his room. He wasn't sure if he should worry about this or not. Touya was, after all, very proper and professional, and it could just be a result of that upbringing. Even so, the blonde couldn't get the idea out of his head that maybe, just maybe, the other boy was having second thoughts about their relationship.

He turned onto the short walkway to his front door and fished into his pocket for the key, sighing softly. He unlocked the door and let himself in, dropping his bookbag on the floor and sliding off his shoes. What if Akira was having second thoughts? He shook his head at the thought. His boyfriend had been the first to confess in the first place, so he wouldn't be having second thoughts. Right? He slumped against the wall, running his fingers through his blonde and black hair.

"Hikaru, is that you?" he heard his mother call from the kitchen.

"Yeah," he replied, straightening himself up again as he recognized her footsteps coming down the hallway.

"Is Touya-kun coming tonight?" the woman asked when she saw her son.

"Yeah," Hikaru repeated.

She smiled and nodded, turning back towards the kitchen. "You and he spend an awful lot of time together..." she said, her voice fading as the distance grew.

Hikaru felt his face turn red and was very glad that his mother wasn't there to see. "Playing him helps me play better go!" he called after her. He heard her say something else, but it wasn't loud enough to hear, and he wasn't sure he wanted to anyway. He grabbed his bag and ran up the stairs to his room, closing the door behind him and tossing his load carelessly towards his desk. He then flopped on his bed, throwing his hands above his head, and simply stared at the ceiling.

"Am I worrying for nothing?" he asked, frowning because he knew he wouldn't get an answer. He sighed and rolled onto his side, chewing on his thumb.

'I don't know if I could deal with Akira having second thoughts,' he thought, 'These past weeks have been so great. I can't believe I never noticed earlier how nice it is to be with him.' He looked up at his clock; his lover would be arriving soon. 'I'll confront him. I have to make sure!' He closed his eyes and waited.

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When Hikaru opened his eyes he was greeted with the sight of Akira sitting crosslegged on the floor beside his goban placing stones on the wooden board with a pleasantly familiar 'pa-chi'. The blonde bolted upright and immediately regretted it as the effects of sleep hadn't worn off. He was overcome by a great wave of dizziness and fell back onto the bed and, unfortunately, rolled onto the floor with a soft thud. He sat up again as his lover crawled over to him looking concerned.

"Are you all right?" he asked.

Hikaru rubbed his head. "Yeah, I'm fine. How long have you been here?"

"About an hour."

"An HOUR!" the blonde yelped, "Why didn't you wake me up?"

Akira smiled, that gentle, sweet smile that Hikaru loved so much. "You looked so cute, I didn't want to bother you."

Hikaru sighed and rested his head on his partner's shoulder. "You know how little time we have. You shouldn't have let me sleep so long." He brushed a few strands of neatly trimmed green hair aside and planted a kiss on the other's neck, then slowly crawled over to the goban. He heard Akira follow.

They cleared the board, nigiri'ed, and began their game. For the longest time the only sounds were the soft ticking of the clock and the sound of the stones being placed on the board. Stone after stone was placed, creating an intricate and unique design of black contrasting with white. Each pro's face was filled with concentration, the world around them having melted away and the only things left were the goban and stones.

Despite his focus on the game, Hikaru felt something tugging at the back of his mind that he wasn't sure of. As he watched his boyfriend make his move, his delicate fingers placing the stone with a clear and distinct 'pa-chi', the worries from earlier suddenly flooded to the front of his mind. He lifted his eyes from the goban and looked across at his rival, whose green eyes were still intent on the grid on the wood. The blonde sighed softly and shifted his gaze to the sky outside his window.

"Hey, Touya..." he started quietly.

"Hmm?"

Hikaru stood up and walked over to the window, feeling his lover's eyes follow him in what he was sure was confusion. "You aren't..." he took a breath, "You aren't having second thoughts about us, are you?"

He heard his compantion stand up. "What brought that on?" he asked.

"I don't know. It just seems like I'm the one making all the effort lately," he looked down at the floor, "Please tell me you haven't changed your mind."

Akira's slender arms wrapped around him, pulling him close enough that the blonde could feel the beating of the other's heart on his back. He leaned back into the warmth, letting his head lay back on his lover's shoulder. Being like this was comforting, but he still felt the same worry from before. He had to hear it from the other's mouth, and was greatly relieved when he did.

"My feelings for you haven't changed, Shindou," the green haired boy whispered in his ear, "If anything, they have grown."

The blonde turned to face the taller boy, throwing his arms around his neck. "Touya...," he breathed before pressing his lips to his lover's.

Hikaru wasn't sure exactly how it had happened, but he and Akira had made their way to his bed and were now lying on it, himself perched above the other as usual. He had also lost his shirt somewhere along the way, and Akira's sweater vest, and he was now working on the ever damned buttons on his partner's shirt. He finally got them all undone and hurriedly pushed the cloth away from flesh.

He paused, looking down at Akira and taking him in with his eyes. He never tired of seeing his lover beneath him, his smooth skin and slender body. The sight always made Hikaru feel slightly intoxicated and very excited. He leaned back down, kissing the other's neck and shoulder, down his chest and finally making a ring with his tongue around the small brown circle that was his partner's nipple. He felt the other boy shiver beneath him, and he began his journey of kisses once again. His lips danced over his lover's flesh, down his stomach, dipping his tongue into his bellybutton. He stopped just before he reached Akira's pants and pulled away, staring first at the now evident bulge, then at the buckle on his belt.

"Touya..." he whispered, brushing his hand over the protrusion and extracting a moan from his lover, "Touya, I want to go further." He slipped off the bed onto the floor between the boy's legs.

The green haired boy tensed. "I..." he began.

"What?" asked Hikaru gently, reaching up and starting to pull the belt from it's clasp. Akira was still tense, but he made no move to stop the action.

"I'm... nervous," came the reply.

"Don't worry, I'll be gentle," the blonde cooed, finishing with the belt. His fingers now began to focus on the hook and zipper, which were both easily dealt with. Gently he began to pull the pants down, grateful when Akira raised his hips a bit.

"But your mother," his lover breathed as Hikaru tugged his underwear off his body.

"Thinks we're playing go and won't bother us," the blonde reminded him.

Hikaru sat back on his heels and looked at the scene in front of him. Touya Akira was naked, save his socks, and on his bed. His grey eyes moved to his lover's length, which was obviously happier now that it wasn't bound by the fabric of the boy's pants. He let out a slow breath. He knew how much he cared for Akira, but he had always wondered how he would actually react at seeing him like this. Now, as he gazed at his lover's nude form, his erect member, he felt a sharp surge of excitement from the lower half of his body. He leaned forward and placed a gentle kiss on the inside of Akira's thigh.

"I... I don't think-" Akira's weak protest was interupted by a gasp. Hikaru had run his tongue over the sensitive head of his partner's member.

"Hmm?" The blonde wasn't really listening as he repeated the action several times. He wrapped his lips around the end, sucking lightly, surprized by the odd, yet inviting taste of the small amount of liquid there. After a few moments, he paused and looked up to see his lover's reaction.

Akira lay there, his eyes closed and his head tilted to the side. One hand covered his mouth in an attempt not to make any noise; the other was gripping the sheets tightly. His breathing had become heavy and his skin now glistened with a thin layer of perspiration. Hikaru sighed contentedly, causing his lover to look down at him.

"... Why did you stop?" the other boy was breathless.

"Wanted to make sure you were okay," Hikaru grinned.

"I'm fine... AH!"

The blonde had dipped back down between his partner's legs, taking his length into his mouth. He pressed his tongue firmly against Akira's sensual flesh, moving up and down his member in a slow but steady rhythym. The green haired boy tried his best to stifle his moans at first as Hikaru worked, but as the blonde picked up speed he had to abandon the effort. Hikaru felt his lover's fingers intertwining in his hair, moaning softly around his shaft as the other pushed his hips towards him.

It didn't take long, and Akira's climax surprised the blonde. He pulled his mouth from his lover's member, coughing a bit. The other boy sat up on his elbows, looking down at Hikaru with a worried frown. Hikaru just wiped his mouth with his hand and smiled.

"Are you all right?" Akira inquired, his voice sounding guilty.

Hikaru licked some of the sticky liquid off of his fingers. "Just fine," he replied. He crawled back into the bed and lay beside his lover, draping a leg over him. "And you?" he whispered.

The green haired boy dropped back onto the matress, his eyes fixed on the cieling. "It was... incredible..." he said, his breathing starting to slow back to normal.

Hikaru nodded, planting a loving kiss on Akira's shoulder. They stayed like that for a long time, holding each other and taking comfort in the other's warmth. It was well after the sun had set when Akira finally dressed and kissed the blonde goodbye. Hikaru watched as he walked down the street towards his own home, a blush crossing his cheeks as he thought about what had happened.

'I can't wait until our next game,' he thought to himself.

-End of Game-