Of bratty demons and mushroom heads

CHAPTER 30

You honestly couldn’t blame Hiyoshi for being curious. After Akaya had flashed him a look at the magazine during the move in, his brain kept returning to it. Not to mention, it was still on top of a pile of magazines on the shelf deemed Akaya’s ‘happy shelf.’ He had refrained from looking at the damn thing for three days, but whenever he was home alone, somehow his gaze kept falling on it and a little voice kept nagging at him to just get it over with and look at it already.

It was one of those times right now. Akaya was out, leaving him alone with his conscience. After the fourth time looking over in that direction, Hiyoshi cursed and roughly grabbed the stupid magazine off the shelf.

The cover wasn’t so bad. Looked almost like a normal martial arts magazine on the front. He looked to both sides as if someone was going to randomly appear out of nowhere in his room and start laughing at him. He quickly locked the door, took a deep breath, and opened it with trepidation and a lump in his throat.

His breath came out slowly when he noticed the first few pages weren’t anything to worry about. Just some well built men with different types of gi’s that were missing a few pieces. One even made him smirk when he saw the kendo gear had been completely put on wrong, as if by an amateur. He flipped the page again and the lump came back to his throat. He had never seen positions quite like that before, and if he was completely truthful with himself, he would have to admit that it wasn’t all that disgusting to look at.

Unconsciously, he sat down on the bed and began nonchalantly flipping through the pages. Some making him laugh, others making him feel uncomfortable in ways he would never be able to admit. He cursed when he felt himself really starting to become hard, and was about to flip to the next page, when he heard someone at the door. Face ashen, he quickly shoved it under the pillow as the door opened.

Akaya was done with tennis for the day, finally. The menu Inui had given him was going to kill him long before he ever became a pro player, he just knew it. He had tugged off his shirt on the walk back from practice and was still covered in a light sheen of sweat when he opened the door and slipped off his shoes. He glanced up at the bed to see Hiyoshi lying there looking rather... guilty? He raised an eyebrow and dropped his bag down by his closet and tossed his sweaty shirt in his hamper. "Hey." He walked over to look at his boyfriend. "What were you doing?" he asked curiously and sat on the bed next to Hiyoshi with a raised eye brow.

“Nothing,” Hiyoshi replied back just a little too quickly. His boyfriend had the worst timing ever and smelled wonderfully of just finished working out demon brat (not to mention shirtless and glowing demon brat). It was doing absolutely nothing for his current condition. Thankfully, he was on his stomach, hiding the evidence of his predicament. Hopefully, Akaya would go take a shower or something to give him time to cool off.

If there was one thing that drove Akaya nuts, it would be having things hidden from him. It drove him crazy. So instead of leaving Hiyoshi in peace, he leaned down and placed a light kiss on the back of his boyfriend’s neck. "Nothing, hm?" he purred as his hand slid up under the back of Hiyoshi’s shirt to trace over his defined muscles, "Then why are you so red? And why do you look so guilty?" he asked with mock innocence.

Fuck. Hiyoshi tried hard to repress a groan and light shiver at Akaya’s touch. He had to keep himself together. Akaya could be very perceptive to these kinds of things and knew that he wasn’t usually so responsive so quickly. “What… would I be guilty of brat?” he glared at him, trying to make him move off of him, “It’s just a bit hot in here.”

That was fast. Akaya smirked and moved to kiss along Hiyoshi’s back as his hand worked on pulling the fabric up to expose more of that perfect skin. "You tell me," he purred, "I just came from working out and even I don't think it's hot in here Wakashi," he teased and licked along his boyfriend’s spine.

“Nnnn… Maybe I’m getting sick and you should leave me alone…” Hiyoshi tried for half-heartedly as he felt Akaya’s mouth and tongue. This was getting painful, but if Akaya noticed his precious magazine wasn’t where he left it, or worse, discovered it was under Hiyoshi’s pillow, he thought he might just die of embarrassment. His head fell forward into said pillow, trying to contain himself; his already rock hard erection twitching against the confines of his pants and the hard mattress.

"I don't get sick, remember?" Akaya mumbled and slipped his hand down to run over Hiyoshi’s ass gently. "Just tell me what's the matter," he mumbled and gave the firm well defined muscle a good squeeze.

The urge to rock his hips was strong, but the trained martial artist had more self-control than that. “I already told you idiot, nothing’s wrong!” He yelled out a bit more forcefully than he should have, but he was desperate at this point. Why wouldn’t the brat just go away? Or at least get the idea that he wanted to be alone… This was the problem with moving in together. “Just go take a damn shower or something!”

Akaya frowned, pulled his hands away and sat up. "Whatever," he mumbled and walked over to the closet to dig around for his freshly washed towel. It was nice having a bathroom attached now, especially because there was no one in the double room next to them, so they didn't have to share it with anyone. He glanced over at his happy shelf and paused. Something was missing. He reached over to the stack of magazines and raised an eyebrow. The martial arts magazine that had been on top was gone. He turned to look at Hiyoshi again and his smirk returned in full force, "Oh, so that's why..."

Despite Akaya’s grumpy response, Hiyoshi had been overtly relieved when he’d pulled away and seemed to be getting ready for his shower. However, at Akaya’s last comment, he froze and ceased to be able to breath. Wide eyes turned towards Akaya’s vulture like smirk. “I… don’t know what… you’re talking about,” he bit out stubbornly.

"Oh you don't, huh?" Akaya murmured teasingly and walked over to straddle Hiyoshi’s back, "What did you think of page five?" he chuckled and pulled up the pillow to reveal the magazine.

“Fuck!” Hiyoshi hadn’t meant to say that so loudly. He made a grab for the pillow, but Akaya still managed to reveal the magazines hidden underneath it. Great. Now he was going to die. His head fell forward again thinking it would be nice to just get it over with and suffocate himself in the mattress.

"Hey relax." Akaya smiled and chuckled before laying flush against Hiyoshi. "Why are you so upset?" he asked gently and kissed the back of his boyfriend’s neck again. "I'm not mad or nothin'," he assured with a little chuckle in his voice.

Was he serious?! “I’m upset because this is fucking embarrassing!” Just a few days ago he had gotten mad at Akaya for owning it, now he had been caught looking at it! Not to mention he should have been disgusted by it… not turned on by it so much that he couldn’t turn over without embarrassing himself further.

Akaya smiled. "Wakashi," he said gently and hugged his boyfriend the best he could in their position, "It's only natural, you know? What are you so embarrassed for?" he asked, all teasing long gone from his voice. "There's nothing wrong with looking at it or liking it."

Hiyoshi begged to differ, but was not about to get into that debate while sporting a hard on due to the subject of discussion. “You’ve found me out. I looked at it. Good for you. Now go take your shower and leave me to sulk in peace.”

"Hell no," Akaya smirked and nuzzled the back of the other man’s neck. "I'm not going to leave you alone to suffer," he said knowingly with a little mischievous tone to his voice. "You're hard aren't you?" He lowered his lips to the back of Hiyoshi’s ear and smirked. "Turn over and I'll take care of it."

“No.” Hiyoshi replied in a weak voice that he detested. He knew he was being stubborn and ridiculous, but he was not going to let Akaya take care of his embarrassing problem. Somehow, the satisfaction he thought Akaya would get out of knowing he got like this over one of his stupid magazines was more annoying than the problem itself.

"Please?" Akaya purred and licked the rim of Hiyoshi’s ear. "I want to... You'll like it, I promise..."

Hiyoshi had no doubt of that. It was almost scary how much he liked anything Akaya did to him, but it was the principle of the thing. His head buried itself into the mattress again and he grumbled out an unintelligible protest that may or may not have sounded more like a groan.

Akaya sighed and rolled off his boyfriend to lie on his side and watch him. "Wakashi... What do you fantasize about? I mean... If you're turned on from the magazine, you obviously like martial arts stuff, but what else do you think about? What do you jack off to?"

The question made Hiyoshi forget momentarily about his problem. He turned to face his boyfriend with a raised eyebrow, already embarrassed and too surprised to have any other reaction. “Why do you ask? You don’t usually ask me things like that…” It was true. Akaya wasn’t usually the type to ask Hiyoshi’s preference on anything and he was fine with that. Usually he was content to go along with whatever Akaya wanted anyway. “What do you fantasize about…?” He wasn’t sure he wanted to know, but maybe he should.

"I asked first," Akaya smiled and pressed up against Hiyoshi. "I'm curious. You've never told me. In fact, you never really tell me anything about you..." he mumbled and rested their foreheads together.

“There’s not anything important to tell…” Crossing his eyes slightly, Hiyoshi thought about how to respond to Akaya’s question. He pulled back a little and looked over Akaya’s face uncertainly before finally coming to a conclusion. “Do you really want to know?”

Akaya smiled and kissed him lightly. "Yes, please tell me?" He said quietly and looked at his boyfriend with sparkling green eyes.

Hiyoshi blushed and looked off to the side, trying to gather his nerves. He started to speak a few times, but nothing came out. He scowled. This wasn’t going to work. He turned onto his side, finally facing Akaya, and pulled him into his arms. That was better. He ran his lips down the other boy’s neck, kissing him softly as he started talking in a shy whisper. “It depends… Most of the time I just want you… it doesn’t matter how… just you…” He buried his head in the curve of Akaya’s neck and breathed in before continuing. “Sometimes… I imagine what it would be like to take you… long and slow… with no interruptions. I want to take you so deeply and so gently that it would make you forget about all the other people you’ve ever been with, make you swear that you never want anyone else in you ever again…” He paused and began nipping at Akaya’s ear. “But sometimes…”

The words sent fire down Akaya’s spine, and he couldn't hold back a groan. That Hiyoshi wanted that was... breathtaking. As it was, he didn't ever want anyone else inside of him, but he wasn't going to tell Hiyoshi that if it meant he would get fucked like that later. "Sometimes...?" he murmured, close to begging Hiyoshi to continue.

“I want you to take me. No questions. No permission granted. Just… take me.” Hiyoshi would’ve had to be blind not to see that Akaya was always careful with him in one way or another. Akaya never did anything he didn’t want. “Anything you want. No choices. No thinking.” He was only too well aware that Akaya was much more experienced in this field and had been wary of making him uncomfortable or scaring him off. He wanted… no needed his boyfriend to know that he didn’t need that anymore, didn’t want him to hold back anymore. “I want you tie me up if you have to, to make me forget everything. Everything except…” he bit his bottom lip, embarrassed, before letting out a long breath, “I’m yours.”

Akaya opened his mouth to speak, but he was long past being able to say anything. His heart was pounding in his chest and his shorts were getting progressively more uncomfortable as Hiyoshi went on. Then again, he didn't really need to say anything because everything he could have said was expressed through deep forceful kisses that drew a groan from him immediately. In moments, he had Hiyoshi on his back and was ravishing his mouth hungrily.

At Akaya’s groan, one followed from Hiyoshi’s own throat. He wrapped his arms around his boyfriend and held on as Akaya attempted to eat him alive, but he didn’t mind. He was very far from minding.

Akaya bit and sucked on Hiyoshi’s lower lip as his hands set to work stripping the other man down to nothing. His boyfriend wanted him to not hold back, then that was exactly what he was going to get.

“Akaya…” Hiyoshi tried to slow down his boyfriend’s movements but was unsuccessful, not that he was trying terribly hard. “Wait… you didn’t tell me…” The rest was drowned out by a moan as he felt his boyfriend’s warm hands on his bare skin and his mouth was covered again.

Akaya pulled away from the kiss and smirked as he lowered himself down to take Hiyoshi into his mouth and suck at him mercilessly, his expert tongue teasing as he pulled away only to deep throat his boyfriend again a moment later.

Hiyoshi sucked in his breath and tried to gain some of his senses back, but it was hard to do with his boyfriend touching him like that, his warm mouth wrapped around him, giving him no time to think past his name. “Akaya…”

The chibi demon pulled away just enough to mumble, "Lube," and held out his hand expectantly before diving back into his task.

Hiyoshi was about to curse that he didn’t fucking want it, but knew that Akaya would draw the line there. He clumsily reached over to the nightstand, searching for the tiny tube Akaya usually kept there. This was not the easiest task to do when you’re in the middle of an amazing blow job by your very capable boyfriend. He finally grasped it and dropped it into his boyfriend’s waiting hands.

Akaya smirked as he pulled away from Hiyoshi’s erection, only to lower his head more and lap at his boyfriend’s entrance before pushing his tongue inside with a pleased purr. He opened the lube as he worked and slicked up his erection and fingers before setting the tube to the side.

What the fuck was he doing down there? Was that his tongue?! Hiyoshi let out a feeble whimper and his hands moved, one two cover his mouth while the other went to his own hair, slightly pulling to have some kind of anchor to concentrate on.

Akaya pushed his tongue in all the way and curled it up to massage at Hiyoshi’s inner walls while his hand reached up to stroke his boyfriend’s erection. If his mouth wasn't already occupied, he would have smirked. His lover made such wonderful sounds.

Hiyoshi was going to pull his hair out. If Akaya didn’t take him soon and get it over with, he was going to come. He tried to open his mouth to alert his lover, but all that came out was, “Ahh! Akaya… stop…fuck!” He closed his mouth again and tried to contain himself as best he could while panting heavily behind his hand.

With a little groan, Akaya pulled his tongue out and kneeled between Hiyoshi’s legs, a smirk firmly in place. "All mine," he purred to himself and ran a hand over his slick erection once more before pressing up against his boyfriend’s entrance and pushing inside. He didn't go fast, but it was definitely no where close to how slow he normally went.

Hiyoshi opened his eyes to see Akaya above him with glazed pleasure filled eyes and another moan slipped past his hand at Akaya’s words. He could feel the stretching like an ache he longed for and his whole body shuddered at the intrusion. Almost unconsciously, he raised his hips to meet Akaya’s, wanting to feel even more of him.

Akaya groaned and gripped tightly at Hiyoshi’s thighs as he pushed himself inside completely and waited. Giving them both a moment to adjust. When he felt the walls around him relax a little, he started up a slow pace as he waited for the other boy’s body to accept him completely.

This slow pace was torturous. Hiyoshi wanted to feel his boyfriend moving in him now. “Damn it… brat… I...” He couldn’t form a complete sentence. The hand that had previously been in his hair grabbed hold of the sheets beneath him and he rocked his body against Akaya’s, trying to feel more of that friction. “Not… a damn… china doll…”

Akaya snorted and smiled down at Hiyoshi as he slowly picked up his pace. "W-nn-who said I was going slow for you?" he mumbled and groaned. "I… god… I'm so close already... If I go faster, I'll come too soon..." He tightened his grip on Hiyoshi’s legs and took a couple deep breaths to try and regain control before finally picking up his pace more.

Fuck. That was hot, knowing he could make his boyfriend respond like that. Hiyoshi eyes nearly rolled back as Akaya spoke. He arched his back and his hips were moving of their own accord with Akaya’s. To think this all started because of that stupid magazine… “You know…” he licked his lips as he tried to hold himself together, “You would look good in a gi…” Just the thought of Akaya in one of his long black gi’s… It sent another tremor through him and his inner muscles clenched down slightly on Akaya in response.

"I'll wear one," Akaya groaned then smirked a little. "We can try the position from page twenty-two when I do," he suggested and picked up his pace until the room was filled with the sound of skin slapping against skin, the bed creaking under them, and the sounds of their groans and grunts.

“I don’t think… I got that far…!” Hiyoshi started to say, but then his head fell back with a sharp intake of breath at a well placed thrust. His breathing became erratic as he was completely distracted by how Akaya was thrusting at just the right angle, making him see stars with every movement.

Akaya kept moving; his pace varying occasionally to keep it interesting and he moved one hand to stroke Hiyoshi with his thrusts because he wasn't going to be able to keep going much longer.

“Nnn… Akaya…” Face thrown to the side as Akaya took hold of him, Hiyoshi reached out with his free hand to touch Akaya wherever he could reach him, as if desperately seeking out even more contact. “I love you…” he whispered between moans, though he wasn’t sure if the words came out at all since he was breathing so hard. He could feel his release coming but tried to hold off longer for Akaya. “I… can’t much… longer.”

With one last almost violent shudder, Akaya let go and came hard inside of Hiyoshi with a loud moan. His movements stilled immediately as every muscle tensed and shivered with pleasure. As the waves subsided he started stroking Hiyoshi again, but slowly and almost lazily.

Hiyoshi felt Akaya thrust into him one last time and the heat spread through him, spearing him inside. His back arched again as orgasm tore through him, losing himself in the pleasure for a few moments. When he came to and the shaking subsided, he could still feel Akaya inside him and moaned. “Mm… Come here…”

Akaya leaned forward into Hiyoshi’s arms and tried to catch his breath. Damn, he was tired. He kissed his boyfriend’s neck and groaned. "I love you, Wakashi..." he mumbled and closed his eyes.

“I love you, too” Hiyoshi said back fondly as he ran his hands up and down Akaya’s back and up through his hair. Akaya had been really tired lately from all the tennis practice and apparently Inui’s new training menu. It was still early though and Akaya really needed a shower… but they could stay like this for a little while longer.

"Ya know," Akaya mumbled and smiled, "I'm glad I took that challenge that Gakuto gave me... I don't know what I'd do without you..."

Hiyoshi stopped his movements for a moment before continuing, “What challenge?”

"When you first got here, he said I was welcome to try and get the stick out of your ass, and I thought it sounded like fun," Akaya mumbled and hugged Hiyoshi, "I'm really glad I started hanging out with you."

“So… it was a dare to try and sleep with me.” Hiyoshi wasn’t sure if he should be upset or not, after all, things had obviously worked out for the two of them and he had never been happier, but still.

"Hmm... Something like that. Just to get you to relax because you always looked grouchy..." Akaya smiled a bit wider, "But I've always thought you were hot and wanted to sleep with you, and after a while... I didn't even realize it at the time, but I stopped sleeping with everyone because I wanted you. I wanted to date you... and keep you all to myself." He laughed quietly and opened his eyes, the green orbs sparkling with love and happiness.

There was no way Hiyoshi could even pretend to be mad now. He leaned up and kissed him soundly before leaning back and returning the look almost bashfully. His hand brushed through the front of Akaya’s bangs which then settled on his cheek as he snickered. “Did you tell him you won?”

Akaya laughed and smiled from ear to ear. "Yeah," he kissed Hiyoshi again quickly, looking thoroughly pleased with himself.

“Perhaps I should be insulted.” Hiyoshi mock glaring up at him. “Do I need to prove to you that you still have a ways to go before you can claim victory over me?” He raised an eyebrow.

Akaya snorted and laughed again before kissing his boyfriends nose. "Whatever you say, sexy," he teased and slowly pulled out of Hiyoshi before sitting up to stretch. "I guess I should go take that shower, huh?" he mumbled, even though getting up didn't sound very appealing right then.

The sated mushroom was about to come back with some indignant reply, but then grunted instead as Akaya pulled out. He slowly sat up next to him, feeling his muscles protest, but he was used to it. “Yes, you should, but you still haven’t answered the question…” He smirked and leaned over to press his face between Akaya’s neck and shoulder. He didn’t feel like letting Akaya move away from him right then.

Akaya shivered and smiled. "I think you might have to, because I feel pretty victorious right now," he said with a little mischievous glint in his eyes.

Hiyoshi chuckled and wrapped Akaya in his arms, pulling him back against his chest. “That wasn’t the question I was referring to.”

"Then what question?" Akaya mumbled curiously and closed his eyes with a smirk as he leaned back against Hiyoshi.

A hand slowly made its way down Akaya’s chest making small lazy circles around his abs and stomach. “What do you fantasize about?”

"Oh, that question," Akaya smiled again. "Lots of things, though all of them involve you," he laughed and decided not to go into specifics. He didn't want to freak his boyfriend out too much or let him know how weird his tastes were.

“I should hope so,” Hiyoshi chuckled again, “Or else we might have a problem.” His arms tightened around Akaya. “But how am I supposed to keep you if you don’t tell me what you want?”

"What do you mean keep me?" Akaya raised an eyebrow and looked back at Hiyoshi, "You're stuck with me Wakashi."

Hiyoshi smiled, but it didn’t completely reach his eyes this time. He knew that Akaya loved him and would stay with him for now, but he admitted that he wasn’t good at this sort of thing. Unless Akaya told him what he wanted, he might not be able to please him, and if that happened, after a while, he would lose his brat to someone more experienced and open minded. “I don’t think it’s fair that I told you what I want, but you haven’t told me.”

Akaya frowned. He could see that the smile wasn't completely honest and he didn't like it. "You're worried I'll get bored and leave, aren't you?" he said gently and turned to straddle Hiyoshi. "Look, I'm not going to leave you. I love you and I will always be here, alright?" he reassured and smiled at his boyfriend.

Despite his boyfriend’s words, Hiyoshi still worried, but he wasn’t going to push it. He was a perfectionist, he had to be the best or it was never good enough, and he knew there were much better choices than him for his chibi demon. “Alright,” he answered as earnestly as he could, covering up any doubts Akaya might have of his certainty with a lingering kiss. As he brought the kiss to a close, he continued, “but still… if you don’t tell me, do you know what that means?”

Akaya shivered at the kiss and smooth words. "Oh, and what does that mean?" he asked curiously and smirked at his boyfriend.

Hiyoshi gave Akaya a resigned look as if he had a frustratingly large amount of work to do that was entirely the brat’s fault. “I’ll have to guess.” He wrapped one arm securely around Akaya’s back. “And guess,” and grabbed Akaya’s ass with the other, “Until I figure them all out myself.” He smirked. “Might as well start now.” He lifted them both up off the bed and started walking towards their shower.

Akaya laughed, wrapping his legs around Hiyoshi’s waist and his arms around his neck. "You're good at guessing," he smiled and kissed the other man lightly.