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Of bratty demons and mushroom heads	By : TrishaMCH Category: Prince of Tennis/Tennis no Ohjisama > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1574 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own "Prince of Tennis" or any of its characters. It belongs to Konomi-sensi. I’m merely using the characters because I like to have fun with them. No profit is being made.

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CHAPTER 39

Hiyoshi was finally on his way home after having lunch with Natsumi. Actually, that was wrong. They were supposed to just have lunch, but that turned into him taking her on a quick shopping trip, then she talked him into taking her by his fraternity, which turned into having an impromptu training and sparring session. He didn’t mind, it was nice going out with a friend that he was comfortable around and whom he shared a lot of common interests with. Nevertheless, he was glad when his dorm came into view and hoped Akaya would be home. Even though they lived together, they hadn’t managed to see a lot of each other since Natsumi arrived.

To anyone else, they may have looked like regular college roommates with how little they saw each other now. Anyone who didn't already know wouldn’t have guessed that they were lovers. Akaya hated it. He was cranky and didn't want to talk to anyone. He'd been like that ever since Natsumi showed up. He didn't have anything against her personally, but he hated her because she took all of his time with his boyfriend. He walked into their room and put down his tennis bag before grabbing his game boy and flopping down on the bed. "Stupid Wakashi," he mumbled and started on his quest to collect them all.

Walking into the room, Hiyoshi was glad to see Akaya on the bed with his usual past time, a video game. Happy at the familiar sight and suddenly in a good mood, he announced quietly that he was home before putting his stuff down and joining him over on the bed. He picked up the book on the nightstand he’d been slowly making his way through for the last week and casually asked, “How was tennis practice? Any games coming up soon?”

"Hn," Akaya mumbled, taking a page from his fukubuchous book. "Fuck, come on Jigglypuff! What are you doing?!" He snapped at the game boy before throwing it across the bed and rolling to his side, facing away from Hiyoshi.

Hiyoshi raised an eyebrow at Akaya’s temper, but it wasn’t uncommon for him to get overly involved in his games, so he didn’t think much on it. He smirked and pet Akaya’s hair. “Let me know when your next game is.” Leaning back, he opened the book to where he left off and started to read.

"Like you really care," the aggravated demon mumbled. "So how's Saitou-chan?" he asked, barely masking his bitterness at the whole situation. It just wasn't fair. Wakashi was his and she was taking up all his time with him.

Hiyoshi looked up from his book with a frown. Why was Akaya in such a bad mood? “What are you talking about, brat? You know I like watching you play.” He sighed and closed his book; apparently he wasn’t going to be getting any reading done. His hand reached back out to tangle in Akaya’s hair again. Maybe he just wanted attention. “Natsumi’s fine. I think she’s trying to kill me with the amount of socializing she inflicts on me, but I kicked her ass in the dojo today.” It was always fun pissing her off by beating her on the mats.

"Good for you," Akaya grumbled and tried not to let himself be soothed by the touch to his hair. Even though the fingers along his scalp felt amazing, he couldn't let himself be relaxed. He was mad at Hiyoshi, damn it. He was mad that the other didn't even seem to care or notice that he was upset. Stupid boyfriends. Stupid fiancées.

This was getting frustrating. They finally were home together and Akaya was acting like a stubborn spoiled child. The petting stopped and Hiyoshi crossed his arms over his chest. “Are you going to tell me what’s wrong or are you going to continue pouting to yourself and let me get back to my book?”

"You don't know?" Akaya glared at the wall. "Wakashi, how much have we seen each other lately?" He rolled over to face the other man, a stern glare on his face. "You spend so much time with your goddamn fiancé, you're never home." he sounded like a lonely mistress and he hated it, but he couldn't help that was how he felt.

He shouldn’t be surprised that this was what Akaya was upset about, but he thought his boyfriend would be a little more understanding than that. “I know we haven’t been able to spend a lot of time together since you’ve been busy with tennis practices and I’ve been spending time with Natsumi, but it’s not going to last for very long.” He missed seeing his boyfriend, too. It wasn’t as if he was not seeing him on purpose. “Natsumi doesn’t know anyone else around here. I’m just spending time with her while she’s visiting.”

"We don’t even see each other before we go to sleep. And she won't find friends if you keep hanging around her all the time. She doesn't have to if you're there." He sulked and rolled back over.

“She’s only been here for five days! Should I have to apologize for enjoying myself and wanting to spend time with one of my friends?” Hiyoshi got up off the bed and paced back and forth for a moment before sitting down at his desk chair. “You could always come with us, you know. She already knows about us, it’s not as if we’re excluding you.”

"Oh sorry, wouldn't want to be a third wheel or nothing," He buried his face in the pillow. Stupid Wakashi. He knew he shouldn't be snapping at him but he couldn't help it. He took a deep breath and looked at his stupid boyfriend. "I just... I just miss you alright..."

Irritated eyes softened. “Idiot. I miss you, too.” He went to the floor on his knees in front of the bed, so they were at the same eye level. “So why are we spending our time together arguing like this?”

Akaya smiled a little and pulled the other man into a kiss. "Because we're both stubborn," he mumbled and patted the bed next to him. "Join me?" he said with a bit of a mischievous smile.

Hiyoshi allowed a small smile and climbed back onto the bed with Akaya, wrapping his arms around him as he lay down basically on top of him, nestling against his neck and holding him close.

Akaya smiled and wrapped his arms around Hiyoshi, holding him tightly in a possessive manner. Wakashi was his and only his. He kissed the side of his boyfriend’s head and closed his eyes.

“Hey, no falling asleep, brat. Didn’t we just discuss that we haven’t spent enough time around each other awake? We can go out if you want.”

"I'm not asleep." He opened his eyes again. "What do you want to do?" he asked curiously and looked at Hiyoshi.

Shrugging, Hiyoshi answered in a relaxed tone. “Doesn’t matter,” He then leaned over to brush his lips over the others’ before sitting up next to him. “As long as it’s with you, whatever you want is fine.”

Akaya sat up, smiling after the little kiss. "Anything is fine, huh?" He asked with that devilish little smirk that meant he was going to say something that was going to make Hiyoshi blush and/or get very angry with him.

Hiyoshi really needed to learn not to make such open ended comments with his boyfriend since he was too good at taking advantage of them. “…What do you have in mind?” he asked warily, knowing that look only too well.

Akaya laughed and shook his head. "Never mind. You wanna go get ice cream?" he asked and stood up to go over to his closet and look for something to change into. He just didn't have the heart tonight to suggest dragging his boyfriend into a sex shop. Maybe tomorrow.

Hiyoshi raised an eyebrow at that. Well, if Akaya wasn’t going to suggest anything else… Maybe he could try to make up for unintentionally ignoring him for the last couple of days. “That’s fine. If you want, we can also go dancing…”

Akaya’s eyes lit up. "Dancing?" he said with another little devilish smirk and turned around to face his boyfriend. "Where do you wanna go dancing?"

By the look he was given, apparently it had been a good idea. “We can go to the same place we went last time.” It had been a long time since he’d taken Akaya dancing and it hadn’t been that bad. It hadn’t ended terribly like all the other times they’d gone to a bar either.

"Awesome," The happy demon brat turned back around to the closet to look for something tight and sexy. He wanted to drive Hiyoshi crazy when they were dancing and maybe he could convince him to have some fun in a dark corner or the bathroom or something.

Hiyoshi gave a small smile, glad that Akaya seemed happier now, and sat down on the bed to wait patiently while Akaya changed. He looked down at his own plain everyday clothes and shrugged, not really caring enough to change.

After he changed, Akaya stood before Hiyoshi with a proud smile. He was dressed in tight jeans that hugged in all the right places, but that he knew for a fact were easy to get off when needed, along with and a loose shirt that would have looked perfect on a girl but that suited him just fine. "Ready?"

“Yes.” Hiyoshi stood up feeling a little self conscious now just in his plain blue jeans and t-shirt. It was obvious he wasn’t very good at this. “You look good.” Actually, he looked better than good, but he wasn’t very good at compliments either.

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They hadn’t gone out to a club together in months. Hiyoshi felt guilty about it since he knew how much Akaya enjoyed taking him out to these places. As they walked into the large space of colorful lights and powerful base music, he was at least glad to note that it wasn’t overly crowded. That was one of the few things he’d appreciated about this particular club last time they’d come. The crowd seemed a bit less rowdy than other places he’d been dragged to, and the music was a mix of annoying and acceptable as opposed to annoying and deafening. In other words, it was tolerable, though it wouldn’t have mattered in the end anyway if it got Akaya to smile the way he was right now.

It was a great night to go to the club, not too busy, but just enough people to make it interesting. "You wanna get a drink first?" Akaya asked curiously and turned to his boyfriend, beaming. "Or you ready to hit the floor?" he asked with a little wink.

Hiyoshi let out a little amused laugh at Akaya’s enthusiasm and took his hand. “Let’s ‘hit the floor’ first. We can take a break and get a drink after.” Akaya’s smile made him do funny things, like voluntarily lead him out onto a crowded dance floor.

Akaya barely restrained a childish 'yay!' and instead just squeezed Hiyoshi’s hand as he was led out onto the floor. Once they'd secured a little piece of the hardwood floor, he wrapped his arms around Hiyoshi’s neck and started swaying with him to the music.

Wrapping his arms around Akaya’s waist, Hiyoshi grinned as he followed Akaya’s lead, letting their bodies move together to the music. It amazed him how doing this in front of so many people didn’t bother him anymore. When Akaya was in his arms smiling at him like that, that was all he cared about.

The smiling boy laughed happily as the music thumped. Neither of them paid any attention to the whispers of shock and confusion and even the couple 'awwww's of girls who read too much doujinshi. Okay... so he kinda listened to those, he liked those, but he also loved that it didn't bother Hiyoshi anymore.

Hiyoshi didn’t notice any of the commentary going on around them. He had learned a while back to block it out in order to maintain his sanity. As the tempo of the music picked up, so did the dancing. He pulled Akaya even closer, having to move his hips faster to keep up with the rhythm, and placed a small kiss at the base of his neck.

Akaya was in heaven. He was finally out with his boyfriend and away from the stress of unexpected fiancées and school and practices. He could just think about the way they moved together and the beat of the music. Some meditated, some used tai chi, some used both (Sanada-fukubuchou), but all he needed to clear his mind was his boyfriend and a good beat.

As good as it had been seeing Natsumi this week, it was nice to get away and finally spend some time alone with his boyfriend. Hiyoshi still felt guilty for hurting him by not saying anything about her and he hadn’t meant to ignore him for the past couple of days. He hoped that tonight would make up for at least some of that and be good for them. If that meant leaving Natsumi on her own for a few hours then so be it, besides, he was confident she could handle entertaining herself for an evening just fine.

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Natsumi was bored and had decided to go out on her own that night. Wakashi had been the one to tell her about this place just today. She had already been at the club for a while, talking to a few random people, doing a bit of socializing, when she noticed Shi-chan and his boyfriend on the dance floor. She was more than a little surprised to see him here, let alone dancing. She would never have imagined Wakashi coming willingly to a dance club.

An eyebrow was raised in stunned amusement when she saw how closely and dare she say lustfully her fiancé was dancing with his boyfriend. She hadn’t been aware that Wakashi could even do that. She wished with every fiber in her body that she had her camera on her and was about to approach them and tease Wakashi mercilessly when they turned slightly and she got a good look at her friend’s face. She had never seen Wakashi looking so happy before, really and truly happy, and it made her stop in her tracks. With a small smile, she went back sit down at the bar deciding to wait and let them have their time together. It didn’t hurt to watch though, it was cute.

As the song ended, Akaya grinned from ear to ear and pushed their lips together in a chaste but affectionate kiss. He'd needed this, more than even he'd realized.

Though the public kiss made him a little self-conscious, Hiyoshi didn’t pull away. Akaya had once told him that he needed both private and public affection sometimes. It was still hard for him but he could tell that right now was one of those times. With steel resolve, he took Akaya’s chin in his hand and held him there a little bit longer, returning the kiss. When he pulled away, he was a little flushed but otherwise fine. Pulled him closer again, he placed another small kiss on the side of his boyfriend’s curly head.

She must be seeing things. Shi-chan did NOT just lovingly kiss his boyfriend in a very crowded, very public room. Hell, she couldn’t even get him to hold hands with her in public when they were kids! Feeling uncomfortable for having witnessed it, Natsumi turned around and downed her drink. She was happy for him; really, she just hadn’t been prepared for how much this relationship had changed him. As long as he was happy though, she wasn’t going judge it. She continued on with her back turned, giving them their privacy.

Smiling, Akaya hugged him tightly. He hadn't pulled away. He'd been worried that Hiyoshi would turn away, but he'd kissed him back. Tonight really was just what he needed. He nuzzled up to Hiyoshi’s neck and held him close. "I love you, Wakashi..."

Holding his brat tighter, Hiyoshi was about to reply when a familiar form caught his attention over at the bar. His body automatically stiffened self-consciously, but he continued his movements, hoping that Akaya wouldn’t notice. He had told Natsumi about this place earlier today when she’d asked about what bars he’d been to, but hadn’t thought she would actually come out by herself. Apparently he’d been mistaken. Shit. Trying to be as subtle as possible, he maneuvered the two of them so that Akaya’s back was facing her. Maybe she would leave soon and Akaya would never even notice she was there.

Akaya felt his boyfriend stiffen and his own heart clench when Hiyoshi didn't say it back, just simply turned them so his back was to the bar. That was not a good thing, not a good thing at all. He pushed away from his boyfriend slowly with his bangs covering his eyes. "I'm going to the toilet," he said simply and maneuvered through the crowd quickly toward the restrooms, trying to get away from his boyfriend quickly before he did something stupid, like cry or something. Guys didn't cry, at least not in public.

Hiyoshi kept a watchful eye on Natsumi just in case she turned around and saw them, assuming she hadn’t already. Just when he was about to ask Akaya if he wanted to go out to the balcony or something to get away, he suddenly pulled away from him. Hiyoshi didn’t even have time to respond before Akaya was already gone. He hoped nothing was wrong and Akaya really just needed to use the facilities. He scanned the bar again to find Natsumi, maybe he should take this opportunity to ask her to leave.

‘Oh well,’ the female martial artist thought. ‘Curiosity may have killed the cat, but it definitely would take a lot more than that to kill me.’ Turning around to look for them in the crowd again, she jumped a little when her eyes automatically found Shi-chan’s looking straight back at her with his boyfriend no longer with him. Not worried, she just smiled and gave him a little wave, winking teasingly at him in the process. What were childhood friends for after all?

With a sigh, Hiyoshi made his way over to her quickly. “What are you doing here? I thought you said you were going back to the hotel?”

“I did. Then I got bored and came here.” She shrugged back. “I didn’t know you were coming with your boyfriend.” She wiggled her eyebrows at him and laughed teasingly. “You’re both so cute!”

Hiyoshi’s face tinted red and he scowled, punching her in the arm. “Shut up! I don’t want to hear that from anyone, especially you!”

“Aww~! Shi-chan, I know your father taught you not to hit a lady, especially in public.” She was having too much fun now. He was just too much fun to tease and his light punches were nothing to her.

Hiyoshi smirked and crossed his arms over his chest. “You’re not a lady.”

Akaya locked himself in one of the squat toilet stalls and sat down on the little shelf in there, bringing his knees up to his chest. Stupid Wakashi. He felt like the stupid one now and he hated it. He'd never liked feeling stupid and had usually yelled at anyone who made him feel like that, but he couldn't do that now, at least not at the club. He didn't mind people staring at him, but he didn't like making a scene, especially when he knew it would just make Hiyoshi defensive. So that left him wondering what to do next…

Akaya was taking a long time. As fun as it was bantering with Natsumi, his boyfriend was Hiyoshi’s first priority. “I need to go find Akaya, try to stay out of trouble.”

“Is he okay?” Natsumi asked worriedly. He’d seemed fine early when she’d seen them dancing. The last thing she wanted to do was make trouble for the two of them.

“I’m sure he’s fine. He’s not a weak little girl like you.” With that, he quickly turned around and dashed off before she could get off her stool and attempt to kick his ass in the middle of the bar. People might take it the wrong way.

Natsumi’s eyes widened and she was about to go on a rampage and show him exactly how much of a weakling she wasn’t when the coward ran off. She crossed her arms and slumped back down into her chair with an unladylike growl. She would get him back for that later.

“Akaya? Are you in here?” Hiyoshi called out uncomfortably, entering the bar bathrooms. Though it was at least well kept, it smelled terrible.

"Yeah...." Akaya mumbled and opened the door to the stall to walk out and wash his hands like nothing had happened, not quite looking at Hiyoshi.

Being the only ones in there at the moment, Hiyoshi took his hand after he finished washing them and kissed his palm. “I was wondering what was taking so long and got a little worried. I was probably just thinking too much again though, right? Want to get those drinks now?”

Akaya smiled and nodded. "Yeah." 'No, you were right,' he added in his head, but outwardly showed no signs of the thought. He took Hiyoshi’s hand and waited for the other to lead the way toward the bar.

As they walked back out of the bathroom, Hiyoshi suddenly remembered that he’d forgotten to tell Natsumi to get the hell out. Shit. There was nothing he could do about it now, so he led Akaya back out and to the bars like he said he would, hoping maybe Natsumi had read his mind like she sometimes did and had already left. No such luck. She was still sitting where he’d left her. He tightened his hold on Akaya’s hand just in case.

As they walked out to the Akaya’s his eyes trailed over the patrons, looking for anyone he recognized since other students tended to hang out there as well, but when his eyes fell on someone he didn't expect or want to see, his whole body tensed. What was she doing there?!

“I didn’t know she would be here.” Hiyoshi said silently when he felt Akaya tense, but then Natsumi was standing and beckoning them to sit with her. He sighed and decided to get this over with. He sent a mental apology to Akaya and pulled him along towards her.

“Hello again, Kirihara-san. This is such a coincidence. I had no idea you two would be here tonight.” Natsumi turned towards Kirihara and gave him a sincere apologetic look. “I’m sorry if I interrupted your date. You two looked so cute together on the dance floor though.” She gave Hiyoshi an overly cutesy smirk, daring him to comment.

Akaya forced a smile, ignoring Hiyoshi’s little lie, though for once he sounded completely normal. Hiyoshi was getting better at faking it. "Heh heh, Hey, how's it goin'?" he asked and let go of Hiyoshi’s hand, the only sign of his displeasure with the situation. He stuffed his hands in his pockets and leaned back against the counter. "Oh, you were watching us?"

The teasing girl nodded to his question with a smile, not feeling guilty in the least. “Good. It’s nice to be in Japan again. It’s been very nice of Shi-chan to take me around. Would you two like anything to drink?”

Hiyoshi sighed and held back his comments for Akaya’s sake, only able to glare daggers at Natsumi for being so annoying. Even if he wasn’t showing it, he knew that Akaya wasn’t happy with the situation, but didn’t know what he could do about it at this point.

"Tequila for me," Akaya said simply and waved down the bartender who asked him how he was doing and where he'd been. Akaya made small talk with her for a minute, before ordering and turning to the other two. "What are ya guys gettin'?"

“I’ll have a—“

“He’ll have an Oolong tea and I’ll just have water now please.” Natsumi cut in and flashed warning eyes at Hiyoshi afterward. “You’re not allowed to drink after what happened last time.” She’d already had plenty to drink since she’d just been sitting by herself for a while before they got there. She gave Kirihara-san a sympathetic look. “I’m sorry you’re stuck taking care of this pain in the ass who has no tolerance for alcohol whatsoever.”

Akaya forced another very convincing smile and a chuckle. "I'm used to it," he explained simply. He'd seen enough of his boyfriend drunk though and was very happy that Natsumi kept him from drinking.

Hiyoshi crossed his arms and tried not to growl. “Mind your own business! And I wasn’t going to--”

“You were going to order an Oolong tea, so no harm done, right?” She interrupted him again and turned back to Kirihara. She was enjoying herself way too much. “He has a rather nasty temper too, so I wouldn’t—OUCH! Hey!! I already told you, you shouldn’t hit a lady in public!”

Smirking and feeling a little better now, Hiyoshi folded his arms back in again after punching Natsumi in the arm hard enough to leave at least a small bruise this time. “And I already told you, you’re not a lady. Hell, you’re more manly than most of the men I know.”

“Aww~! Shi-chan, coming from you that’s such a nice compliment! Kirihara-san, did you know that when Shi-chan was little, he used to--”

Hiyoshi immediately gloved her mouth with his hand, effectively silencing her. “That’s enough, Nat-chan” he said threateningly, giving her a glare that promised eminent pain if she continued.

Akaya frowned at Hiyoshi punching her in the arm and in turn punched him in the arm. "Don't hit girls," he said flatly, glad to get a bit of his frustration with the situation out. He turned his attention back to Natsumi and listened intently until Hiyoshi covered her mouth. He frowned and turned back to the bartender as she brought over their drinks. "Thanks," he mumbled and drank his tequila down quickly before putting the empty cup out for her to refill.

Hiyoshi turned his glare on Akaya and shrugged. “She’ll be fine.”

Natsumi pushed Hiyoshi’s hand off and laughed. “Thanks for defending me, Kirihara-san. He’s so abusive towards me!” She ignored the incredulous look Shi-chan gave her at that. Okay, maybe she abused him more… Heh, heh.

“Akaya? Are you okay?” Hiyoshi asked his boyfriend, changing the subject. He seemed to be drinking a lot more than usual. Maybe they should leave. At this point it would be rude of him to ask Natsumi to leave.

"I'm fine," Akaya said simply and drank down his other glass before getting it refilled. He'd always liked this bartender. She always knew when he needed another one without asking. "Thanks," he mumbled to her and drank down the third glass. He could already feel the liquid warming him and it made his anger ebb, just a little.

Natsumi looked between the two, feeling a little guilty. “Sorry guys. I’m the one in the way, right? Hey, Shi-chan! They’re playing one of our songs! Kirihara-san? Do you mind if I borrow him for one dance? Then I’ll get out of your way.” She gave him a friendly smile and waited for his permission.

Akaya blinked and looked at her then turned his attention back to his empty glass. "Go for it," he mumbled and waited for a refill. They had a god damn song? Damn it. This sucked.

Hiyoshi rolled his eyes. Natsumi had a whole selection of songs that she claimed were “their songs.” He was about to say no, but then Akaya confused him by agreeing and then he was being dragged back out to the dance floor. The song was one he reorganized but he couldn’t put a name to it. Well, if Akaya didn’t mind… He gave into the inevitable.

“I really do feel bad about intruding, but it’s been so long since we’ve danced together!” Natsumi smiled and put one hand on his shoulder and the other in his palm.

Hiyoshi just nodded and copied her positioning, easily taking her waist in one hand and held her hand back in the other. He listened to the music again and realized it would work for a waltz. If that was what she wanted, it was fine with him. It would be easier anyway since he knew what he was doing when it came to ballroom. Effortlessly, they began to move fluidly together in their small area as if they had been training together all their lives, which they had.

Akaya waited for his refill, and when it didn’t come, he looked up at the bartender to find her staring at the dance floor. He frowned and turned around to look at what she and half the club were now staring at. A couple ballroom dancing. He rolled his eyes and was about to turn around when he realized it was his boyfriend that was dancing. His heart ached again at how comfortable Hiyoshi looked. He hated it. He turned around and hit his glass down a little forcefully on the counter, waiting again for his refill.

It had been a long time since they had danced together and Hiyoshi found himself enjoying it. He would never admit that he actually sorta kinda somewhat liked ballroom dancing, and Natsumi was a good partner he was comfortable with. He spun her around a few times, doing a little bit more fancy footwork than he would usually be able to. They both smirked at each other when the crowd opened up for them, giving them more space. They both liked to show off.

When the song came to an end and the crowd clapped, Natsumi smiled excitedly at Hiyoshi who only rolled his eyes in response. “I’ll go ahead and leave now.” She said to him with a wink. “Go have fun with your boyfriend.”

Hiyoshi nodded and squeezed her hand gratefully before letting go and turning back to return to his boyfriend who was looking a little slumped over the counter.

“Akaya?” He asked as he came up behind him, placing a hand on his lower back. “Natsumi left. What would you like to do now?”

"Don't touch me, Wakashi..." Akaya said quietly and lifted his face from where he had it buried in his arms on the counter. "I want to go home..." he mumbled and looked up to the bartender who now had a 3/4 empty tequila bottle. It had been full when she'd first poured him a glass. "T-thanks Mika--c-chan---" He was well and truly plastered.

Hiyoshi’s hand on Akaya’s back immediately pulled back as if scorched. Akaya never told him not to touch him. Was he that upset Natsumi had shown up? But she was gone now and they hadn’t even been there for that long. “…Are you sure? Anything you want is fine…” He didn’t mind going home, but the point of coming out in the first place had been to make Akaya happy.

"I just wanna go home, Wakashi...." The sloshed boy said quietly and got up on shaky legs to start toward the door. After a couple seconds though he realized he wasn't going to be able to do it by himself. He knew when he was drunk beyond the point of being able to take care of himself and it was one of those nights. "Hey... C-can you--help me? Stuff is-sspinnin--" he mumbled and reached out to hug Hiyoshi, for a moment forgetting he was mad at him because it just felt so nice to just hug his boyfriend close and take in his scent, but now, now his scent was tainted with the smell of Natsumi and he hated it. Her and her stupid song and her stupid dancing and her stupid fiancée crap. Wakashi was his and no one else’s... at least that's what he'd thought. Apparently he was wrong... Hiyoshi wouldn't even say 'I love you' anymore. She was ruining everything and he hated her for it.

One moment he was being told not to touch him, the next Akaya was stumbling into his arms. “Akaya… are you…” He didn’t finish the sentence. The answer was obvious. He had never seen Akaya this drunk before and wasn’t sure what the best way to handle the situation was. “Alright, let’s go home.” He wrapped an arm around Akaya’s waist to steady him and called over the bar tender to pay the tab. When he was told the amount, his eyes widened considerably. ‘How much did the brat drink?’ he wondered worriedly. It took a lot for Akaya to get drunk, that much he knew.

Akaya leaned against his boyfriend’s side and looked around at all the people moving in time with the music and frowned. He'd been one of those people earlier. Why couldn't he still be one of those people? "We don't have a song..." he mumbled under his breath and glanced at his lover, though his eyes refused to focus.

Hiyoshi could barely hear him above the crowds and he’d been distracted while paying. Something about a song? “You want to dance to one more song before we leave?” He figured it was best to just go along with whatever Akaya wanted from him for the rest of the night. He had no idea what upset him enough to let this happen, but he had a sinking feeling it was his fault again.

Akaya shook his head. "No... I wanna go home--" he said again, this time making sure his voice carried over the crowd. He wanted to go home, maybe raid his happy shelf for another drink, then curl up in bed and pass out in a drunken stupor because he knew that would be the only way he could rest. For the first time in a long time, the cries of agony from his liver would be his lullaby.

“Okay…” Holding Akaya securely at his side, Hiyoshi led them toward the exit and out into the cool night air. The small wind felt nice on his skin, but he didn’t have a chance to appreciate it since he was focusing all of his attention and energy on the most important person in his life, the person who was currently very drunk and stumbling against him.

As they walked back towards the dorms, Hiyoshi tried to think of something, anything he could say to make things better, but he had no idea where to even start. Akaya usually told him what he needed to say, what he needed to do to make him happy. Despite the fact that he was the sober one, right now he was the one feeling helpless and he hated it.

Why didn't Hiyoshi say anything? Say ‘I love you?’ That's all it would take to make him happier, but that seemed out of his reach and he kept himself quiet. As they walked, he glanced sideways at Hiyoshi. "You're a dick..." he said simply and leaned more against his lover’s side as his legs threatened to give out. “Wakashi...” He mumbled, "If you love her, why do you stay with me?"

‘Yeah, I’m starting to get that impression, too’ Hiyoshi thought before almost tripping when he heard Akaya’s next statement. He stopped walking completely and opened his mouth to answer but nothing came out, so he closed his eyes to calm himself. He couldn’t believe… “How can you even ask me that?” he whispered in a pained tone. “Akaya, you’re…. you’re such an idiot!” His grip on Akaya’s waist tightened and his whole body was shaking with restraint.

"You didn't say it back… You just... ignored me…" The inebriated boy sniffled before wiping at his eyes, stupid alcohol. "And you look so comfortable with her... You guys have stuff in common that we don't. I didn't even know you liked ballroom dancing… and you guys even have a song... It's like you're made for each other or something."

That was it. He’d had enough of this. However, he couldn’t have this conversation with Akaya outside in the middle of the street. This slow pace be damned. He picked Akaya up bridal style; he would have just thrown him over his shoulder as usual but was worried about him getting sick in his current state. “We’re going home now and you’re not allowed to think or speak anything else that resembles that last statement until we get there. Do I make myself clear?”

Wincing, Akaya nodded slowly and held on to his lover tightly, burying his face in the other’s shoulder. As they walked in silence a thought occurred to Akaya and he looked at Hiyoshi with surprise in his eyes. "I'm drunk," he said simply.

“I know.” Hiyoshi replied crossly. “If you weren’t I’d have kicked your ass by now.” But that didn’t mean he couldn’t still kick his ass in the morning depending on what happened after they got home.

"Did you see all the tequila I drank?" The bratty demon continued on curiously and smiled a little. He'd been banned from thinking about Natsumi until they got home, so he didn't, and it made him a lot happier. He smiled a little and nuzzled Hiyoshi’s neck. "I don't care if you can't say it back anymore... I love you." He paused for another moment, then his drunk mind seemed to realize something else. "Why are you carrying me like I'm a princess or sumthin’?"

“Yes, I know exactly how much you drank.” He’d inquired after the tab after all and still felt sick just thinking about it, but at least Akaya seemed happier now. When Akaya told him that he loved him again, his whole body lightened and some of his anxiety melted away. Was all this because of just that? The thought was upsetting. “I’m carrying you like a goddamn princess because I was worried about you getting sick if I just threw you over my shoulder.” …And I was worried you’d just slip off or fight me if I tried to carry you on my back.

"Oh," was the simple reply as he swung his legs a little. "Maybe I should wear a dress." Akaya chuckled at the thought. "I bet I could make cross-dressing sexy."

Hiyoshi snickered and held his legs tighter. “You’re not light you know. Stop that or I’ll drop you.” Though his tone was harsh, he chanced a moment to look away from the street to drop a small kiss on the top of his head and whispered affectionately. “I have full confidence that you could make just about anything sexy.”

Akaya smiled and hid his face against Hiyoshi’s neck again, but obediently stopped kicking his legs for now. It wasn't an 'I love you' or 'I'm sorry' but it would do for now.

When they finally arrived home, Hiyoshi set Akaya back on his feet in order to unlock and open the door to their room then nudged him inside.

Akaya tried to take off his shoes himself and nearly landed on his face because of it, but luckily his boyfriend was there to stabilize him and help him. As soon as his shoes were off, he got up and swayed his way over to the bed to fall on it. He was home and allowed to think about Natsumi again, happy time was over...

Hiyoshi watched as Akaya collapsed onto the bed with a sigh. They needed to talk about what happened, but Akaya was drunk and he wasn’t sure how cognizant he actually was. He sat down on the bed next to him and started running his hand through his hair, hoping it would sooth them both. “I’m disappointed,” he started out slowly. If there was one thing he’d learned from his relationship from Akaya in the last few days, it was that his boyfriend preferred it when he just came out and told him what was on his mind. He would try.

"Me too..." Akaya mumbled into the sheets and turned his head to look at Hiyoshi as he was petted. At least he didn't feel like throwing things anymore. "Why are you disappointed?" he asked curiously, but still sounding like someone had just told him he was never allowed to play tennis ever again.

‘Great. Make me go first.’ “After all this time… everything I’ve said and done for you, how can you possibly think I don’t love you anymore?” Hiyoshi’s hand tensed on Akaya’s head for a moment but then continued his brushing of soft curls. “You should know me well enough by now to know that if I didn’t love you then I wouldn’t be with you.” He tried so hard to constantly show Akaya how much he loved him in his own way. “Even if I get distracted and don’t say the words, I shouldn’t have to in order for you to know that I do.”

"You've been different lately... ever since she showed up..." Akaya pouted and sighed, "And she knows all this stuff about you that I don’t... and you guys even have a goddamn song... and hell, you're already engaged! How am I supposed to not be scared? Especially when for all I know, you could be lying to me right now." He chuckled bitterly, "I'd have no idea..."

“I’ve known her since before we could walk. Of course she knows things about me that you don’t.” This was exasperating. “I don’t even know what the name of that song was. She likes music and there’s a lot of songs she claims are ‘our songs,’ I really couldn’t care less about it.” He sighed and pulled his hand away for a moment, looking up at the ceiling. “Don’t you trust me at all?”

"I always have, then stuff like this started happening. What else are you keeping from me so you 'don't hurt me' Wakashi?" His voice got sharper as his annoyance with the other man grew. "Obviously my trust was misplaced… but you, why don't you trust me? What have I EVER done to ever give you a reason not to trust me?"

“I do trust you! I wouldn’t be able to be with you if I didn’t! Do you have any idea how hard it was for me when we first got together? When I knew that you could have anyone you wanted… You freaked out when you found out about my history and friendship with Choutarou yet you’ve fucked almost everyone in town! Now you’re on my case about Natsumi? How do you think I feel?” His voice was rising, the worry of Akaya finding someone else was something he constantly had to push aside and trust him on.

"At least I never hid that from you!!" Akaya sat up, clutching his pillow to his chest and glared at nothing. "I told you from the beginning who I am and what I'm like... no surprises, no lies. Is it wrong to expect the same?! To expect your boyfriend of six goddamn months to be honest with you?!" He snapped and held the pillow tightly. "I may have slept with a lot of people... but... at least I never lied to you, Wakashi. I never once did something to break your trust in me..." He sniffled quietly and hid his face in the soft fabric.

“I’ve never lied to you…” Hiyoshi tried to counter softly. Akaya’s tears made him want to take him in his arms and just make them forget any of this happened, but he knew that wasn’t an option. “But I would do almost anything to make you happy and keep you from leaving me…” he confessed, ‘even if it means not telling you things that might hurt you.’ “I already told you why I didn’t mention my engagement to Natsumi before. Even if we are engaged, as long as you’re with me, we’re never going to get married. Neither of us would let that happen. I didn’t want to tell you because I didn’t want this to happen.”

"I'm not upset about her..." Akaya mumbled and wiped at his eye. "Saitoh-chan is really nice... but... the thing that hurts is that you didn't tell me... not telling me is the same as lying Wakashi. It hurts just as bad... and I already told you I wasn't going to leave you... Stop being so damn paranoid!" he shook his head to try and clear it and sighed. "I don't care how stupid you may think something is or how much you think it may hurt me... I wanna know... because I would tell you."

“I didn’t mean to hurt you. I’m sorry.” He was apologizing again. He did that a lot and it was proof of just how much of a terrible boyfriend he really was, making Akaya cry as often as he did. Hiyoshi turned away from Akaya and faced the room, legs hanging off the side of the bed. “I’ll try not to keep things like this from you, but I don’t know how to stop being paranoid. There are so many rea…” He stopped himself, knowing Akaya didn’t want to hear it. He felt defeated and it was the worst feeling in the world.

Akaya frowned as Hiyoshi stopped and moved over to sit next to him, still holding the pillow. "So many reasons? Like what?" he asked gently and reached out to take his boyfriend’s hand.

Hiyoshi looked sideways at Akaya and shook his head. “You don’t want to hear it. It’s just my annoying paranoia talking.” He gave him a sad smile and stood up, trying to change the subject. “For being so drunk, you’ve been amazingly cohesive through this, but maybe we should just go to bed—“

"I've always been good at that..." Akaya interrupted, glaring at Hiyoshi. "And you're not changing the subject. If I didn't want to hear it I wouldn't ask, so sit your ass down and tell me."

Hiyoshi glared back. “What’s the point of this? You may just forget about all this by morning anyway.” He really didn’t want to lay bare the list of reasons why Akaya shouldn’t be with him. Somehow he knew by saying it all out loud that something bad would happen, like Akaya would finally realize what he was saying was true, or worse.

"To try and save our relationship, you ass, and I won't forget! I never do. Besides, I'm sobering up anyway..." He was half tempted to grab the tequila off his shelf and down the whole thing before continuing this conversation. "If you really give a crap about me and about how I feel then tell me, tell me what you think. What this big list of reasons is. If you can't trust me enough to do that then what kind of future do we have Wakashi?"

That was exactly the problem. Hiyoshi already thought they didn’t have a future. He was just trying to enjoy and love what they had now and didn’t want to destroy that, but it looked like he was already going to if he didn’t at least open up to him a little. He remained silent, lost in thought for a few minutes as he tried to decide what he could say. He had to say something.

Akaya watched Hiyoshi hopefully, but as time dragged on, the hope faded from his eyes only to be replaced with a red hue. The Rikkai demon set the pillow aside and stood up to face his boyfriend. He looked at him for a moment then pulled his fist back to punch him across the jaw.

The punch came completely unexpected and his head whipped to the side at the impact and Hiyoshi fell across the bed. “Akaya… what are you…?” His eyes widened as he saw his boyfriend’s red eyes and he knew he was in trouble.

"Bastard," the red-eyed demon mumbled and brought his arm up to wipe at his eyes. "So... what you said... about loving me... even if you don't say it... is a lie too..." He sniffled and took a deep shaky breath to keep himself from crying. "Wakashi..." he murmured, the red already fading from his eyes, "What did I do wrong?" He sniffled again and bit his lower lip before looking down and pulling more of his curly hair forward to hide his eyes. He felt so stupid.

“No… NO! Stupid brat!” Hiyoshi sat back up and grabbed Akaya, pulling him onto his lap and held him fiercely against him. “I love you… I love you so much I don’t know how the hell to handle it.” The words started to pour out of his mouth, his jaw aching with every word, but Akaya’s words had hurt ten times more than the punch.

“I don’t know what else I can do...” he started off pathetically. “I keep trying so hard to do what’s best and do things that will make you happy and just end up hurting you and I don’t even know how.” He could think of at least five instances off the top of his head where he’d somehow screwed up while trying to do what he thought was best. Right now was a perfect example; it only seemed he was making things worse.

“There are so many reasons why you shouldn’t want to be with me. I… damn it! I always feel like I’m not… good enough…” He gulped and words flew unhinged out of his mouth. “As a boyfriend… or with sex…” His whole face was turning red, but he hurried to explain himself. “I’m not as open minded or experienced as the other people you’ve been with. You’ve never complained but I know there are things you want to do that you haven’t because of me and you won’t tell me…” He took a deep breath and willed himself to continue. “You’ve even been physically hurt a few times because of me…” He buried his face in Akaya’s hair, willing him not to pull away from him.

Akaya sobbed against his shoulder and held his lover close, a little smile on his face. "Y-you idiot…" he said quietly, "I love you... and the sex is amazing dummy... I don't care if it's not crazy and insane---whips and chains or whatever---I've done it all and it's not all it's cracked up to be. I like what we have... and as for being hurt physically... I'll hit you a few more times and we'll be even, alright?" He laughed shakily and tightened his grip on his boyfriend.

Breathing in his boyfriend’s scent and holding him closer still, Hiyoshi forced himself to laugh at Akaya’s words so he wouldn’t start to tear up. He refused to cry in front of Akaya. At least he wasn’t sounding like they were going to separate now. “May I have some of the liquor you have stashed somewhere? I think I feel like dulling my senses a bit, too…”

"Yeah… I could use some more too..." Akaya chuckled a little then slowly got up to walk over to his closet to pull out a very large bottle of tequila and two glasses. He poured them each one and moved over to sit next to Hiyoshi. "Cheers."

If this had been any other time, Hiyoshi might have questioned the intelligence of letting Akaya drink more, but instead he just took the offered glass and clinked it against Akaya’s with a small sad smile. “Cheers” he repeated before downing whatever Akaya gave him in one swig and coughed. Damn, whatever the hell that was, it was strong.

Akaya chuckled a little and downed his as well with a relieved sigh. "Damn that's good..." he said happily and felt the heat return to his cheeks.

Hiyoshi found himself smiling back at Akaya’s grinning face. He had always stayed away from drinking too much, but right now he felt a painful need to make an exception. While Akaya was still there grinning at him, he took the bottle from him and quickly poured himself another glass or two, downing them, loving the feel of the burning liquid scorching down his throat. If Akaya got to be drunk and not worry for the rest of the night then so did he.

Akaya leaned against his boyfriend’s side and poured himself a refill as well, downing it just as fast. "Hey... I love you. I really, really do... and sex with you is awesome," he chuckled and slid his hand up his lover’s thigh.

Feeling warmer, Hiyoshi smiled easily now at his boyfriend against him, after drinking his last glass, he put it down and sank farther into the mattress and nuzzled Akaya’s neck. “I love you, too… more than anyone in this goddamn fucking world.” He was already starting to feel the effects, the acuteness of the pain he had felt earlier starting to ebb a little, but it wasn’t enough. Taking Akaya’s hand in his, he poured more of the drink into Akaya’s glass but then tilted it and drank it himself, then kissed the hand Akaya was holding the glass with.

Akaya smiled and giggled at the kiss. "You stole my booze..." He put the glass and the bottle down on the nightstand then lay back down to kiss Hiyoshi slowly and sensually.

Hiyoshi immediately succumbed to his boyfriend’s touch, letting out a contented sigh as he was kissed, all previous thoughts escaping as he let the fuzzies and his boyfriend have him. His hand clutched at Akaya’s shirt possessively and he shivered every time he could feel Akaya’s tongue on his.

All Akaya could think about or feel was his boyfriend and that was all he needed. He slid a hand under Hiyoshi’s shirt and deepened the kiss with a little purr of contentment. This was what he needed. It relaxed him and made him forget about everything that was slowly eating away at him for the moment.

“Akaya… Nn…” He was gone. Lost to the feel of his lover’s hands on him and all he could think about was how very wanted it was. He began to unsteadily unbutton his shirt, the room suddenly feeling overwhelmingly hot, while still focusing as much as possible on the expert lips reducing him to anything Akaya wanted him to be.

"Wakashi..." he purred quietly and looked at Hiyoshi with almost pleading eyes "Fuck me?" He couldn't completely forget the nagging feeling that was saying he was somehow forcing something onto Hiyoshi even though he knew it wasn't true. Maybe alcohol just made him more insecure?

Hiyoshi’s blood boiled at Akaya’s words and he groaned as he pulled away to look into Akaya’s pleading eyes; his own eyes were glazed from a mix of the tequila and Akaya. He knew it probably wasn’t a good idea right now to give into his lover’s request, but at the moment he didn’t have the mental capacity to figure out why. He would do anything, be anything Akaya wanted him to be. “Okay…”

Making quick work of both their clothes, not paying any heed if a button was discarded here or if a rip was heard there, Hiyoshi kissed his boyfriend hard as he laid him back on the bed. There was nothing gentle about the kiss, no grace or technique, just raw biting passion. It carried from Akaya’s lips to his jaw, over his neck and across his chest, down his abs and stomach. He grabbed Akaya’s arousal and stroked it in much the same way, the feel of that heat in his hands almost like a drug to him.

Akaya loved it, loved the aggressive way Hiyoshi would kiss him, touch him. It was perfect and just what he need right now. He needed to not be allowed to think, to be completely dominated and controlled. "H-harder—Wakashi!" he moaned and arched up on the mattress.

The desire to claim Akaya was strong and the alcohol in his system ensured he couldn’t hold himself back. He fisted Akaya’s erection in an even harder almost painful grip and his lips sought out Akaya’s again. Pushing their lips together, his other hand grabbed at Akaya’s dark curls and lifted his head up off the mattress to kiss him with a bruising intensity. He needed Akaya, needed to feel him surrounding him.

Akaya let out a desperate hungry moan as he nipped at Hiyoshi’s lip and wrapped his legs up around his lover’s hips, pulling him close and trying to tell him to hurry the hell up.

He knew what Akaya wanted, but there was also something he wanted. Almost desperately he wanted to feel Akaya’s warm hard weight on top of him, wanted Akaya to show him that he wanted him as much as he claimed. He wrenched his lips away and flipped them over so that Akaya was on top and moaned lustfully at the familiar weight and heat above him. He kissed his face lovingly and told him in a needy slur, “You want… me…’nside you, A-Akaya? Then… show me...”

"Show you, huh?" Akaya smirked and sat back, bringing one hand back to position Hiyoshi at his entrance. He couldn't be bothered to reach for the lubrication. Besides, he knew he could handle it without. "Nn… yes…" he pushed down onto his boyfriend’s erection slowly, relaxing his muscles and letting the other man slide into him.

Akaya looked too damn hot from this angle. He was sliding all the way into his tight, warm body, and all semblance of coherent thought was leaving him. All he could think about was how damn good it felt and he grabbed Akaya’s hips and rocked his hips up to meet him.

Groaning, Akaya started moving up and down, impaling himself slowly and sensually, to meet Hiyoshi’s movements. His eyes half lidded with a combination of pleasure and intoxication, he stared down at his boyfriend and slid his hands over the other man’s well-defined stomach.

“Nn…fuck! Ah… Aka-Akaya!” The noises he would usually contain were now set free, the alcohol in his system stealing his inhibitions. His eyes were completely glazed over with lust and need, and his body had a mind of its own as it sought to thrust itself even deeper into Akaya’s body. The low growling sounds only got louder and his thrusts became more insistent as Akaya continued to ride him.

If a groan didn't pop out every time Akaya opened his mouth he would have laughed, the sounds he'd always wanted to hear Hiyoshi let loose and make were coming in droves now and it left his head spinning--or maybe that was the alcohol--either way, he loved it.

Beyond all rational sober thought, Hiyoshi commanded in a deep harsh tone. "Touch yourself." He was more than tempted to do it himself, but he wanted to see it; he wanted to see Akaya’s hands on himself on top of him. His hands were already holding Akaya’s hips so firmly they were probably leaving bruises in the shape of his fingers. "Get yourself off, brat! …Mm… Let me see you."

He'd never heard anything that commanding come out of his lover’s mouth, especially not during sex, and immediately did as he was told. "W-wakashi..." Akaya purred and stroked himself firmly and in time with his rocking movements. If Hiyoshi wanted to watch, he'd give him a damn show. This was what he did best after all.

‘Oh, fuck…’ the sight Akaya made on top of him was almost too much for his clouded mind to handle. “Ah… Fucking brat! You’re too damn… Mn… Yeah... just like that…” His eyes were half lidded now as he watched Akaya’s sensual display. Words spilled out of his mouth that he didn’t recognize. His body was no longer listening to him, if it ever had been in the first place. His breathing was ragged and any moment now he was going to break.

Akaya clenched his muscles down around Hiyoshi expertly as he moved, squeezing him and pushing him closer to his climax and wanting more than anything to feel Hiyoshi fill him. Okay, so maybe being drunk made him a bit more slutty than normal, but it felt so damn good. Wakashi’s hard, burning cock inside him making him shiver and cry out at every thrust.

It was too much, and the next moment Hiyoshi was coming, coming hard and moaning his satisfaction loud and clear for the world to hear. The world went white but he kept his gaze on Akaya through it all, never taking his eyes off the amazing sight in front of him. If he’d had control of his limbs, he would have pulled him close and never let go.

All he could feel was the burn of Hiyoshi’s release inside of him and within moments his own was spilling over the other’s chest and abs with a loud cry of pleasure. His eyes held his boyfriend’s the whole time, brilliant green staring at him, filled with nothing but love and pleasure.

A soft smile overcame Hiyoshi’s features as he continued looking into Akaya’s eyes, not able to look away, and a hand reached up of its own accord to cup Akaya’s cheek. His body was completely relaxed, small tremors still racking his body making him let out small satisfied noises. “I love you… I really love you…” he whispered over and over again to Akaya as if it was a sacred mantra. He tried to stay awake, but his eyes were slowly closing, giving into the relaxed state pleasure and intoxication had put him in. The hand on Akaya’s cheek slowly went limp until it fell along with his consciousness.

Akaya watched him, smiling until that hand fell from his face. He then slowly lifted himself off Hiyoshi and stumbled to the shower to rinse off. He wasn't sure how long he stayed in there, but by the time he came out, he was having a lot easier time walking and his head was almost completely clear. When he came back, he dried his hair then walked over to wipe down Hiyoshi and move him under the sheets. He just stood there, looking at him for a moment, before climbing in next to him and cuddling up to his side. A few minutes later he was sound asleep.
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