Of bratty demons and mushroom heads

CHAPTER 4

"That bitch," Akaya cursed as he stormed down the hall of the Daidaiiro dorm. He'd just had the worst day of his life. Okay, maybe just of the week, but it felt like his life, and he wanted to vent, or maybe he just wanted Hiyoshi to scratch his head for a while. Either way, he wanted to see the other boy so that his day wouldn't suck as much. He'd just finished telling a girl he'd been seeing on and off for the past couple weeks, whenever he felt the need for some physical release, that they shouldn't see each other anymore. She'd thrown a cup of soda on him. His shirt and hair were coated in the sticky liquid and it was almost completely dried from the long walk to Hiyoshi’s room.

When he reached the now familiar door he didn't even pause to knock, just threw open the almost always unlocked door. "Oi Mushroom-hea—“ His insult died in his throat when his eyes fell on the two kissing in the middle of the room. The girl had beautiful black hair that was perfectly styled and she even had perfect makeup that accented her beautifully. She was absolutely gorgeous, and she was kissing Hiyoshi? That wasn't cool and only served to piss him off even more. He hadn't been this mad in a long time and he felt the familiar tug of his bloodshot mode. He took a deep breath to keep it in check. He should be happy that Hiyoshi was finally loosening up and getting some action, but part of him said it should be him there. Not the rich bitch.

Hiyoshi had spent the majority of the day with Keiko-san. As per Gakuto’s advice of what a normal date entailed; they had gone to a coffee shop, a cheesy romantic movie, then to dinner at an expensive restaurant. It hadn’t been the first time she’s asked to come back and see the inside of his dorm, but it was the first time he’d let her. She was a nice girl that supplied decent conversation. Both of them coming from traditional households with similar backgrounds made it easy to come up with discussion topics. Honestly though, she bored him. She was the stereotypical Japanese beauty with the perfect manners and perfect pedigree, but outside of that, there really wasn’t anything that stood out to him.

When they had arrived back at his dorm, Hiyoshi hadn’t been sure what to expect. She had been subtly asking to see the inside of his room on their last two dates, but Hiyoshi couldn’t figure out why she would even care. Relenting, he finally invited her in. The minute they stepped through the door though, she started acting… strangely, as if she was expecting something from him. After a while she must have gotten tired of waiting, because her arms were around his neck and she was looking at him in what she must have thought to be a cute manner.

“Aren’t you going to do anything?” She asked coyly.

‘Oh’ His mind supplied. ‘I get it.’ Well, why not? They had technically been engaged for two and a half weeks now, and today had been their fifth date. Slowly, he moved forward to bring their lips together. Her lips were extremely soft and tasted funny. Strawberry? She felt small and oddly cold in his arms. He had barely even gotten a chance to experiment when he heard his front door slam open. Quickly releasing her, he looked over to see who it was.

Kirihara? “What the hell are you doing here?” He didn’t realize he’d said it out loud. The Rikkai boy looked like shit. His normally crazy hair that had a life of its own was plastered to his face, and his shirt looked stained. He also looked like he was about to murder someone.

"Who the fuck is that?" Akaya asked, ignoring the other man’s question as the girl looked at him in disgust. "What the hell are you looking at?" he snapped. Normally he was polite to girls and in a normal situation he would have probably started turning on the charm, but today he was not in the mood. She was looking at him like he wasn't worthy to be in her presence and it was infuriating. He felt the tug of bloodshot and he knew his eyes were probably pink, but he knew better than to let that out off of the court.

Angry that Kirihara had just barged into his room and was yelling at him and his fiancé for no reason, Hiyoshi immediately stepped in front of her and countered his words. “My fiancé, brat. Remember, the one I told you about?” Keiko-san tugged at his sleeve and asked in a somewhat reproachful manner that was new to him, “Who is he? Don’t tell me he’s a friend of yours?”

"Yeah, yeah, I remember—“ Just when he'd finally started to get control again the woman had to open her mouth. "What the fuck did you say you scrawny bitch?" He growled as he tried to fight the anger down, he was more disciplined than this, he could suppress this. Maybe he should just walk away, that would help, but his feet wouldn't move.

Keiko let out an undignified squeak at Kirihara’s insult, causing Hiyoshi to wince. He was being held in a death grip with nails and glared at by unnerving red eyes, not a good situation to be in. Look at Kirihara more closely, Hiyoshi realized there had to be something very wrong. He knew the brat had a temper, but this was something different. “Maybe you should go.” he directed softly towards Keiko.

“Why should I leave, Wakashi?” She asked tartly as he started to lead her towards the door. “Shouldn’t you call security or something?”

"Security? Heh. Whatever, like they could even touch me," Akaya snickered and titled his head back so he was looking down on the other two. He could hear his own voice change into that familiar taunting tone that his voice always adapted when he was letting that other side of him take over.

Starting to get truly worried that something was going to happen soon unless he did something about it, Hiyoshi escorted Keiko-san to the door. While passing by Kirihara, he whispered fiercely to him, “Stay here a minute brat, and stop making a scene.” He then closed the door partway behind them.

“I apologize for his indecent behavior.” Hiyoshi tried to appease the fuming girl. “I’ll make it up to you next time.” Seeing her still angry expression, he hastily leaned down and kissed her forehead, hoping it would calm her down enough to not put up a fuss. It seemed to do the trick because she gave him a small smile before agreeing to call him later, then made her exit. Taking a calming breath, he readied himself to enter the room again.

Hiyoshi and the bitch brushed past him on the way out and when Hiyoshi’s arm brushed his Akaya growled forebodingly. "'m not a brat," he hissed and tried desperately to ignore Hiyoshi treating the horrid girl so sweetly. He knew that type well. They were good for a hot fuck, but they were backstabbing and hell to deal with for any longer than that.

Akaya clenched his hands into fists at his side and tried to calm himself down. He had no reason to be this upset, why was he so close to going bloodshot? It wasn't any of his business what Hiyoshi did, he knew that, but still...This wasn't normal at all and he hated that he was loosing control. This was why he'd worked so hard in high school, why he'd spent countless nights on a court with the ball machines, working himself until he couldn't even move. Then getting up and doing it again. It was so he could control this. He refused to let it break this easily. He didn't move from his spot near the door and he didn't take off his shoes. If he couldn't calm himself down, he'd need to leave and maybe call Yanagi-senpai. He was always able to deal with him when he was like this.

Then Akaya heard the words. "Indecent behavior?" He chuckled bitterly and looked down so his hair covered his eyes. He'd show him what real indecent behavior was.

Going back into the room, the first thing Hiyoshi did was spot where Kirihara had situated himself, still standing where he left him with his hair covering his eyes. “So, are you going to explain to me what the hell that was all about?”

With little bitter laugh, Akaya raised his head. "Nothing." He turned to look at Hiyoshi with almost fully red eyes. "Just wondering how long it'll take you to realize what type of girl she really is." He pushed Hiyoshi out of the way and opened the door, then turned to the other boy with a devilish smirk that was accented by the nearly glowing red of his eyes. "Just make sure you wear a condom when you fuck her, she's probably got some disease that'll rot your dick off." Maybe he was just trying to piss him off so he wouldn't be the only one who was having a bad day, but whatever the reason, he couldn't seem to stop himself. "See you around, Wakashi."

What!? If Kirihara was trying to make him mad, he was doing a damn good job of it. Before Kirihara was completely out the door, Hiyoshi violently grabbed him by the arm and tossed him back into the room. “Alright brat, I don’t know what the fuck you’re so angry about, but you don’t go around insulting people you know nothing about!” Frankly, he could care less about him insulting Keiko-san, but what he really didn’t like was his blatant attempts to piss him off. He closed and locked the door behind him and walked over to where Kirihara had landed. Taking a deep breath, he placed a hand on the temperamental boy’s shoulder and commanded in a calmer voice, “Now, tell me what’s wrong.”

Akaya stumbled back into the room with a growl, he had hoped Hiyoshi would stop him; it kept him from taking out his frustration on the next unsuspecting person he saw. He looked down at Hiyoshi’s hand on his shoulder and batted it away. "What do you care?" He narrowed his eyes and pushed Hiyoshi back against the nearest wall, hard, and felt some of his frustration fade. "You're just pissed because I interrupted your time with your little slut, you don't give a shit about me." Where the hell had that come from? Since when did he care what Hiyoshi thought about him? Was he jealous? No way, that didn't make any sense. Okay, maybe he was a little jealous that the other boy had seemed actually content with kissing her when every time he kissed him he got pushed away, but that was normal-ish... right?

“I care that a dumb brat who obviously has mental issues came barging into my room and started insulting me and my guest.” Kirihara had a strong grip on his arms, but as usual, completely forgot about his legs. Knocking him off balance and using the grip already on his wrists, Hiyoshi twisted them around until they had completely switched positions. Now Kirihara was the one shoved up against the wall, except for this time, with Hiyoshi’s leg between Akaya’s and his upper body close to keep him in place. He had nowhere to move. “Now calm the fuck down.”

"Fuck you." Akaya mumbled and struggled against Hiyoshi’s iron tight hold. He needed to take a martial arts class or something so he could learn to guard his legs. That always seemed to be the way the other boy seemed to get the upper hand. Now that he was fully restrained the fight slowly started to seep out of him and his eyes started to lose their red tint. "This is pretty forward of you, Wakashi," he let the name roll off his tongue in an almost sing-song tone as he smirked and rolled his hips against the other boys. "Careful or you might make the bitch jealous."

Rolling his eyes at Kirihara’s words and actions, Hiyoshi started to wonder. Is that what this was all about? Was Kirihara actually jealous? No, that was ridiculous. He probably just had a bad day and decided to take it out on him. Feeling the other boy’s tense body start to relax, Hiyoshi slowly loosened his hold on him. Letting go of one of his hands, he brought it to the back of his head and started scratching where he knew the other boy liked it, hoping it would help calm him.

Amusedly, Hiyoshi thought it ironic that the first time Kirihara called him by his given name was also the first time he’d meant to call him something maliciously. “I think that was the first time you called me something that wasn’t an insult. If I let you go now, are you going to behave?”

"No," Akaya answered simply, tilting his head so Hiyoshi could have better access. "I'm still in a bad mood so stay where you are." He brought his free arm around Hiyoshi’s waist and pulled his hips flush against him. "Just... stay..." he mumbled and bent to rest his forehead against the shorter mans shoulder. It was comfortable and soothing and eased his tension completely, though the almost dry shirt was starting to stick to his skin and itch. He needed a shower, but that could wait.

With a confused look on his face, Hiyoshi did as asked and didn’t move from their position against the wall for a few a minutes. Hesitantly, as he continued to pet him with one hand, he brought the other down as well. “You’re all sticky,” he observed. He could feel Kirihara’s hair sticking to his neck, and his clothes were damp on one side. “Do you want to use the shower or borrow some clothes?”

"No, I'll take one when I leave..." Akaya murmured, though he did really want out of the shirt, it was getting irritating. He grudgingly pushed Hiyoshi away from him gently and stepped away from the wall so he could reach back over his shoulders to grab the shirt and pull it over his head. "That's better," he mumbled and tossed the shirt toward the door so he wouldn't forget it. He reached up to touch his sticky hair and frowned. "Damn..."

Hiyoshi would be damned to admit he regretted the loss of contact when he was pushed away, but he obliged as he watched the other boy begin to strip in his room. He felt his face heat up and quickly tried to cover it by walking towards his closet and picking out a shirt for him to borrow. “Here,” he called out, tossing him a bright orange shirt with a white collar and stripe on it.

Akaya caught the shirt easily and promptly dropped it in disgust. "No." He picked it up carefully by the collar like it was a dirty diaper and tossed it back to Hiyoshi. "I'll go shirtless, thanks," he mumbled and sat down on the edge of the futon, at least his pants had somehow remained soda free.

“You shouldn’t walk around without a shirt on,” Hiyoshi criticized awkwardly as he hung the shirt back up in his well organized closet. “You could catch a cold that way.” He didn’t turn back around right away, first feeling the need to compose himself. ‘This is ridiculous!’ He admonished himself. Why was this happening to him now, when he spent the entire day with a gorgeous woman and... nothing.

"I've got a great immune system," Akaya countered and laughed a bit. "You worrying about me now or something?" When Hiyoshi didn't turn around though, his smile faded and he walked over to him. "Oi, you alright?" He wondered for a brief moment if he'd hurt him when he pushed him back against the wall, but he knew that couldn't be it. He hadn't used enough force to hurt a martial artist. Slowly he wrapped his arms around Hiyoshi’s waist from behind and pulled him back against his bare chest.

At first Hiyoshi couldn’t find the words to reply, and instead found his breath quickening as it seemed to do more often whenever Kirihara decided to drop in. Taking in a deep controlled breath, he counted down in his a head for a moment before answering, “Of course I’m alright, brat, and who said I was worried?” Feeling more confident of himself now, he tried to pull away from Kirihara’s grasp.

Akaya chuckled and grabbed Hiyoshi’s hips to keep him from getting away. "Oh, just admit it, you worry about me." He used the grip on the other’s hips to turn him so they were facing each other, and promptly pulled Hiyoshi against him again. "You kicked out your fiancé in favor of spending time with me," he whispered and brought his lips so they were almost touching Hiyoshi’s. "Do you think it would make her mad if I kissed you?"

“Probably.” Hiyoshi answered back without thinking, his eyes meeting Kirihara’s almost at an even level. Lately, whenever Kirihara got this close to him, his brain would do funny things… like not work. Shaking his head he added with a glare, “And I kicked out my fiancé so you wouldn’t kill her.”

Akaya’s grin spread ear to ear, but he didn't back away or give Hiyoshi any space. "She would have been fine after a minor hospital visit," Akaya teased then finally closed the little distance that was left and kissed him heatedly.

Hot lips on his made Hiyoshi shudder and the prospect of stopping to think about what was happening left his mind immediately. His body reacted on instinct as he pressed himself against the other boy and lost himself to the warmth of Kirihara’s body. He hadn’t been kissed like this since the first time Kirihara had come barging into his room, and he had been loath to admit how much he’d been thinking about the possibility of a repeat performance.

When Hiyoshi started kissing him back, Akaya felt his heart speed up and his body shiver. He felt pride in knowing he did this to Hiyoshi, when all that girl could do was get him to kiss her chastely like he'd seen. For the second time that day, Akaya pushed the other boy back against the wall and pinned him there with his body as he tried to deepen the kiss.

It was so good… and hot, and a million other things Hiyoshi didn’t have the brain capacity to think of right then. So different from Keiko-san who… Keiko-san. Shit. Ashamed at himself for letting it get this far, Hiyoshi heard himself moan in protest as he attempted to move away from the one that was holding him.

When Akaya felt him trying to get away, he pulled back just enough to speak. "What's wrong?" he purred, voice much deeper than usual.

Hiyoshi had to turn away so he wouldn’t be looking directly into Kirihara’s dark green eyes. “I can’t do this,” he whispered, not trusting his voice to sound normal. “I… I have a fiancé and… it wouldn’t be right to...” He didn’t think he had the strength or the resolve at the moment to actually push Kirihara away, so he just stood there and hoped things wouldn’t get any worse.

Trust Hiyoshi to know exactly what to say to make him back off. Akaya frowned and backed away from the other boy, letting him have his personal space back. "Alright," he said with a resigned sigh. "Guess it can't be helped then." He stretched his arms above his head then scratched at his bare chest, making sure to not look at Hiyoshi. His pants were tight enough as it was, he didn't need to make the situation worse by thinking about how good the other boy’s lips tasted and how well his body fit against Akaya’s own or how good it would feel to push him back against that wall again and—Yeah, he needed to end that train of thought.

Hiyoshi took a deep breath and stood there while Kirihara pulled back. He had to reluctantly admit to himself now that Kirihara was more than just a random brat to him, but with the way things were, it probably would not matter what he felt. He knew from both others and Kirihara himself, what his relationships towards others generally composed of, and he was not willing to be some guy’s random fuck. He also was not willing to compromise his family’s wants and needs for his own selfish desires. Plus, he was not quite bastard enough to cheat on anyone, even if he didn’t particularly care for them. However, that didn’t mean he had to completely let go of the brat. Hiyoshi motioned towards the futon. “Lay down.”

Well that was unexpected. Akaya followed Hiyoshi’s motion to the futon and frowned, what could he possibly be planning? "Why?" he asked even as he did as he was told, lying down on the pillow he'd long since claimed as his own. Hadn't the other man just said himself that he didn't want to do anything since he was engaged? Had he changed his mind? Akaya knew his charm was irresistible, but this was still a new record.

“Shut up and turn over.” Hiyoshi leaned down next to the futon and gracelessly pushed Kirihara over onto his stomach before digging his fingers into the muscles of his back. Being from a family of martial artists, especially one that used weapons on a daily basis, it was a given that injuries happened more often than not. Massage had been something introduced to him at a young age by his mother who was constantly giving them to his father.

Akaya didn't bother to hide the surprise on his face as he was rolled over. "Oi, what are you—” Then the fingers hit Akaya’s muscles, working out the constantly present knots in his muscles from nearly endless tennis training, and he moaned. "Nn... damn..." It hurt, a little. But after the initial pain it felt amazing, and left him wanting more. "You're good at this..."

Hiyoshi could feel Kirihara relaxing underneath his confident hands and he dug harder at a particular bad spot on his right shoulder blade; probably from all the tennis. “Dojo. Training.” He answered simply. “So, you finally going to tell me why you were so upset earlier? Or did you just need someone to yell at?” Now that he didn’t have to look directly at him, and the awkwardness had passed, Hiyoshi was really curious to know what had made Kirihara mad enough to go all red-eyes on him.

Akaya winced and bit his lip until Hiyoshi moved onto another spot, then let out a breath he wasn't aware he'd been holding. "Some bitch poured soda on me and yelled at me in the middle of a restaurant. She had the mouth of a fucking sailor too," he mumbled and gave a test roll of his shoulder and found that, for once, it didn't pop. "When I got here and saw her it didn't help..." It was as close as the other was going to get to an apology for his almost irrational anger earlier, even though Akaya did feel a little bad for taking it out on him.

Hiyoshi didn’t understand what the connection was between some girl at a restaurant and Keiko-san, but decided now was not the smartest time to ask. He took a few minutes to work on his left shoulder before moving down towards the center of his back. “What did you do to make her pour soda on you?” He started to make circular motions around the little bumps of knots that ran all the way up and down his spine.

"Damn that feels good..." Akaya muttered as the tension was worked out of his back and shook his head a little. "Nothing that deserved that." He turned his head a little further to the side so he could see Hiyoshi out of the corner of his eye. "All I did was say that we shouldn't see each other anymore. She was taking it rather well, you know. She was a bit teary eyed and all, but then the waitress smiled at me and she started yelling at me telling me I was cheating on her and all this shit and she just got even more mad when I said we weren't exclusive so I couldn't actually cheat on her and that’s where the soda came in..."

Hiyoshi paused in his actions, only to continue a second later, moving down to the bottom of Akaya’s spine. He was sure a small smile was showing through on his face and was glad that Kirihara wasn’t looking at him. He could imagine exactly the scenario Kirihara was describing. “I see…” he responded, trying to keep the amusement out of his voice. “Maybe you should be more careful about who you’re sleeping with and who you flaunt it around.”

"I never even slept with the waitress though!" Akaya pouted, it wasn't fair that he was getting blamed for sleeping with the hot waitress when he had never even gotten the chance, especially because now he probably wouldn't get the chance. "And I'm always careful, I make sure they don't have any diseases or something and I always use protection." Sex-ed was one of the only classes Akaya had passed with flying colors and he had even kept his notes from the class. That he had taken notes was impressive in itself and had stunned many of his senpai.

Still trying not to snicker, Hiyoshi instead sighed in exasperation. “That’s not exactly what I was talking about brat, but I guess I can’t hope to expect anything else from you.” Moving up, he started to slowly making his way down Kirihara’s left arm.

Akaya wasn't sure what Hiyoshi meant, but he didn't press the issue. Why did it sound like Hiyoshi was trying not to laugh at him? "Whatever," he mumbled and moved his arm so the other could get to it easier. "What was she doing here anyway? Keigo--Kouga--Kiko--whatever the hell her name is? She go to school here?"

“Keiko, and she asked to see the inside of the dorm, so I brought her.” Hiyoshi answered plainly. “We had only been here for less than ten minutes before you showed up. Turn around if you want me to do your other side.” The futon was up against the wall, so he couldn’t reach his other arm without crawling over him.

Immediately Akaya rolled over and flopped his arm into Hiyoshi’s lap with a grin, at least he didn't have to crane his neck to see him anymore. "So if I hadn't showed up and ruined your little Kodak moment, what were you two going to do? It looked like she had other plans for you than just standing there kissing." His grin turned into his trademark devious smirk. The thought of Hiyoshi sleeping with that stuck up girl still pissed him off for reasons he couldn't explain, but it would have finally gotten his friend laid and probably would have helped him to be more relaxed and open minded. Then, maybe he could steal Hiyoshi away from—Wait. Why the hell would he want to steal Hiyoshi from anyone? The only thing he wanted other than friendship from the man was a quick romp in the sack... right? Okay, maybe he wanted the massages too...

Hiyoshi frowned at Kirihara’s words and his new position. He had meant for him turn around the other way so he would still be lying on his stomach. He started working on his right arm, pushing hard on the knots near the top where his arm connected to his shoulder. This had to be his prominent tennis arm. “I don’t know what she expected, but I doubt things would have gone much farther than what you so rudely walked in on.” Why was he telling him this? It wasn’t like the brat cared what he did. “It’s none of your business anyway.”

"It may not be my business, but I still wanna know." Akaya grinned and tried to keep from wincing at the pressure on the sore spots of his arm. "You gotta loosen up more, Wakashi." He liked that name, it rolled off his tongue easily.

Rolling his eyes, Hiyoshi slowly worked his way down Kirihara’s right arm and noticed him wince. “Tell me if I’m going too hard.” He thought about how Kirihara had just called his name. No one but his family and Choutarou called him by his given name. “Is that what you’re going to call me from now on?” He inquired with a smirk. “Does this mean you’re done comparing me to fungus?”

"No way in hell mushroom-boy," Akaya laughed and shook his head. "Once a mushroom, always a mushroom." He closed his eyes and focused on the soothing feeling of all the muscles in his arm relaxing.

Yanking roughly at Kirihara’s arm, Hiyoshi leaned in close to his ear to whisper gruffly, “Fine, brat.” He then moved back quickly, almost in disbelief that he had just done that. Kirihara was a bad, bad influence.

Hiyoshi’s breath tingled his ear and Akaya couldn't help but shiver. His shocked expression faded to a light smirk and he reached up with his free hand to run his fingers through the other boy’s hair. "I'm not a brat," he answered reflexively.

“Yes you are,” Hiyoshi countered quietly before sitting back up and starting to work on the calluses all over Kirihara’s hand. There were a lot and Hiyoshi dug at them without mercy.

"Am not," Akaya muttered and squirmed. Hiyoshi was doing it on purpose, he had to be, but it hurt in such a good way that he couldn’t just wince and bear it.

Hiyoshi was tempted to reply in the affirmative again, but knew that the resulting war would then last them the rest of the evening if instigated. He let it drop.

Akaya opened his eyes again when he felt Hiyoshi’s fingers brush over his wrist weight. He pulled his arm away just long enough to slide the ever present weight off. "I always forget that's there. Been wearing wrist weights for years now." He looked at his wrist and the large pale strip that ran around it.

'Always win' 'Losing is not permitted' The words echoed in his head whenever he took the bands off. The weight had increased over the years but he still wore the same bands he'd had since junior high and he never took them off, not even for showers or swimming, they were neoprene and designed for it anyway. He was always a bit scared to remove them since he was fairly certain Yukimura had a psychic link with his. Whenever he'd tried to take them off in junior high, he'd always gotten a call minutes later from his buchou telling him to put them back on. Part of him missed those days, the other part was content to just lay here with Hiyoshi and enjoy the massage.

Finishing the hand massage; Hiyoshi moved his hands up to Kirihara’s hair with the intention of running his hands through it, but then he remembered the sticky syrup was still in it. ‘Ick’ He thought in annoyance, feeling put out. It had become somewhat of a habit to scratch and comb his hands through that head of messy curls. Not sure how to proceed, he waited a moment to see what the brat would do next.

Akaya sat up and gave a couple test flexes and rolls of his arm. It felt so smooth and easy that he couldn't help but grin. "Wow, this is awesome." He took his wrist weight and put it back on and then gave another roll of his arm and chuckled. "Thanks, you should do that more often."

Hiyoshi was satisfied. Kirihara seemed to be in a much better and more relaxed mood now. “Heh. Sorry, this was just the free trial. After this I’ll demand compensation.” He looked at his digital clock. Was it really almost midnight? He guessed that made sense. He hadn’t gotten back with Keiko-san until after ten. Trying to cover a yawn, he stood to get the pajama pants he usually slept in.

"Damn..." That wasn't fair, teasing him with those amazing massages. Akaya wondered absently how much Hiyoshi would charge him. Maybe he'd get a friend discount?

"Going to bed already?" Akaya asked curiously, his eyes following Hiyoshi around the room. "It's still early." He didn't go to bed until late since he usually had a date to 'entertain' in the evening.

“I’ve been trying to wake up early to work out and stretch. I have to keep in shape somehow since I’m not involved in many extra activities this semester.” Finding the pants and his toothbrush, Hiyoshi went to the door. “Also, I’ve been out with Keiko-san since this morning. Che, I had no idea it took so much energy to go window shopping until I started dating her. I’ll be right back.” He left the room, closing the door behind him. It hadn’t occurred to him till after he had left that he should have told Kirihara to leave before he went to go get ready for bed. Shrugging, he continued on his way to the communal bathroom down the hall.

Akaya frowned at the closed door. "Boring... Can't even change in the same room," he murmured and looked around the room. He opened drawers and looked in boxes; he even stuck his head in the closet to see if anything had changed. There were no dirty magazines or toys anywhere. How had Hiyoshi survived so long?

Hiyoshi returned only a few minutes later with newly brushed teeth, washed face, and only his pajama pants on. He threw the clothes he had been wearing into the dirty laundry hamper he kept at the end of the futon near the closet. He then noticed that Kirihara was not where he had left him and one of his drawers was not closed all the way. “Were you looking for something?” He asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Just proof that you're hu—“ Akaya paused mid-thought as his eyes locked onto Hiyoshi’s now bare chest, "...man..." he whispered and forced himself to look at something else. "Damn tease," he mumbled and scratched the back of his head where it wasn't sticky.

With a smirk on his face, Hiyoshi approached him and whispered in his ear, “am not.” He was learning it was fun to use Kirihara’s own teasing tactics against him. Then he went back to the futon and sat down, not sure how to continue from there. He really did need to get to sleep soon, but he also liked having the other boy there with him. Damn. He was acting like some ridiculous needy girl. “I’m going to bed. It’s time for you to leave.”

Akaya shivered and suppressed a growl. This was just more proof that Hiyoshi was evil and a tease, whether he knew it or not. "Whatever." He walked over and bent down to kiss Hiyoshi on the lips, but paused when his lips were just a breath away from the other boy’s. Remembering what he'd said earlier, he kissed him on the cheek instead. "I'll see ya later."

Hiyoshi wasn’t sure what surprised him more, the fact that Kirihara had basically just kissed him goodnight, or that he had done so on his cheek. Thankfully, he was used to Kirihara surprising him by now. He schooled his face into what he hoped was an indifferent expression. “Goodnight.”

Picking up his shirt on the way out, Akaya draped it over the back of his neck and sighed as the door clicked shut behind him. It had been a long day. Tomorrow he'd have to double his bloodshot training, but for now, he just wanted a shower and to go back to his room and watch a cheap porno. So he walked down the hall with the intent to do just that.