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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 40

Hiyoshi woke up with a pounding headache. A headache like this had only happened once before and he immediately searched his memory to see if he could remember the contents of the previous night.

He remembered going to the bar with Akaya and unexpectedly meeting up with Natsumi. Then he’d walked home with a drunken boyfriend who accused him of being in love with her… which had progressed into talking about… ugh. He winced. He could feel a shooting pain between his eyes. He had said some really embarrassing things and in the end had taken the easy route and gotten himself shitfaced along with Akaya so he didn’t have to think about it anymore. It had seemed like a good idea at the time. The events at the end were hazy at best and he groaned from both humiliation and for his aching head.

Peaking open his eyes with trepidation, wincing slightly as the light made contact, he let out a small sigh of relief when he found Akaya still there asleep next to him. The back of his head and unclothed back were facing him. With only a small amount of hesitation, he scooted forward and leaned his forehead against the back of Akaya’s neck trying to gain some peace and calm for his nerves from their closeness.

Akaya blinked awake when Hiyoshi snuggled against his back and he let out a low hateful groan at the sunlight streaming through the window. It had been a long time since he'd had a hangover, but damn this one was a doozy. He rolled over slowly to wrap his arms around Hiyoshi and nuzzled his nose into the other’s soft straight hair. "Mngh" he mumbled what was supposed to be 'morning'.

Reaching around him, Hiyoshi lightly ran his hand down Akaya’s back. He was still tired, his head was killing him, and he wanted nothing more than to just fall back into oblivion with Akaya, but now that he was awake and remembering the events of last night, his brain wouldn’t let him. He didn’t reply to Akaya’s mumble and just continued to stroke his back, lost in thought.

"Your head hurt, too?" Akaya mumbled quietly, not wanting to talk too loud because it made his head ring. He could remember everything that went on when he was drunk like always, but there were some fuzzy parts. One thing he could remember clearly however, "you talk a lot when you're drunk..."

The hand froze over Akaya’s back for a moment before continuing its slow glide over slightly tanned skin. What had he said? Damn it… “I feel like I got nailed by one of Choutarou’s serves.” He swallowed and tried to keep the nerves out of his voice, “…What did I say?”

"You said a lot when we were having sex..." he mumbled and closed his eyes. “It was kind of nice... You told me what you liked and what you wanted me to do..."

“Oh…” His head was already working too hard with all the thoughts running through it and fighting off the pain to blush, but it was still embarrassing. It could have been much worse. “I didn’t… hurt you or anything, did I?” He remembered Akaya being on top of him and the wonderful feeling of having him all around him, but he was uncomfortable with the fact he wasn’t sure how it exactly got to that point.

"Hmm... No. I can take it without prep." Akaya stretched lazily. "You don't remember much, do you?"

If he had trusted his eyes to open without killing him, he would have glared. Instead, Hiyoshi buried his face deeper in the crook of Akaya’s neck. “I remember… some of it…” When his jaw came in contact with Akaya’s skin, he winced in pain but didn’t pull away. He definitely remembered the prior events before he’d decided to drown himself in his boyfriend’s tequila. “About last night…”

"Just... Let's not think about it until we're doped up on some kind of pain killer." The Rikkai chibi-demon wasn't sorry about Hiyoshi’s jaw, but he did feel a little bad that his lover was in pain. When he thought about why he'd punched him though, he immediately didn't feel bad anymore.

“Alright...” Hiyoshi slowly and achingly pulled away from Akaya, feeling every muscle in his body protest. Without having to look in a mirror, he already knew he looked a mess. He must not have taken a shower afterward since he could still feel some of the stickiness on his body, and his usually straight and easy to maintain hair was sticking out in every direction.

Slowly sitting up and opening his eyes, wincing slightly as he did so, he took his first look down at Akaya and his breath caught in his throat. There were small bruises running all the way from his neck down his body, everywhere. There were even what looked to be hand shaped bruises around his waist and hips. This was certainly not the first time he’d left marks on his lover, but it was the first time he could remember seeing so many and so deep. As if in a trance, his hand came up and traced them as if by doing so he could either erase them or at least remember how they got there. “Sorry…”

Akaya blinked at the apology and looked down at where Hiyoshi’s hands were touching. He hadn't even felt the marks yet, though he knew exactly how he got each one, except that bruise on his thigh. Maybe that one was from tennis? He sat up slowly and smiled a little. "It's alright. If I didn't like it, I wouldn't have let you do it." Though the ones on his hips did ache a bit.

Hiyoshi’s lips turned up a bit. That was true. Akaya was more than capable of taking care of himself. Without a word, he got unsteadily to his feet, ignoring the pain in his head, and went over to get them both water and some pain killers.

Stayinh right where he was, Akaya waited patiently for the much needed pain killers. It was Hiyoshi’s fault his head felt like a truck ran over it, he could damn well get him something to take care of it.

Hiyoshi downed the water and painkillers then refilled the glass and brought Akaya his share. For some reason he was having trouble looking Akaya in the eyes as he did so. He didn’t feel particularly guilty for anything that happened last night..err..before the drinking, but he was wary all the same of saying something stupid before he was fully conscious. Like Akaya had requested, he wasn’t going to bring anything up again till he was ready. “I’m going to take a shower,” he said in a tired voice. He needed to shower, both to clean his body as well as straighten out his head.

Akaya took the glass and medicine with a murmured thank you then nodded, "Alright." He needed a shower too, but he would wait his turn. Maybe he'd go take one down the hall. He got up after swallowing the pills and went over to grab a towel and his other supplies then started for the door, not even bothering to wrap the towel around his waist.

Before Akaya made it out the door, Hiyoshi stopped him. “Uh… you have my…” He reached into Akaya’s shower basket and took out his body soap. Usually they took their showers together in the morning, but right now he needed to be by himself. He didn’t know why Akaya was going to the other showers when he could just wait for him, but he wasn’t going to question him on it. “Thanks.” He turned around and walked into their shared bathroom.

His ears perked up as Hiyoshi stopped him, but when he just reached over to take the soap, Akaya’s mood got worse and he just walked out the door, slamming it loudly behind himself. This day was going to suck, he could tell already.

Hiyoshi winced as he heard the door slam. What had he done wrong this time? Definitely not a good start to the day. Feeling his headache only getting worse, he turned the shower to scorching hot and stood underneath the spray hoping to burn all the unwanted thoughts away till he could think normally again.

Strolling naked down to the showers, Akaya took a cold fast shower, taking only long enough to clean himself off and wash his mess of hair, then immediately went back to the room and got dressed. He wanted to get out, to go on a walk or anything to help him not be tired and frustrated anymore. As much as the prospect of sunlight in his eyes hurt to think about, he grabbed his wallet and left to go get breakfast. Food always helped him think better.

Hiyoshi loved his showers because they gave him private time to think and reflect on what had happened. He realized that last night had been an outcome of Akaya’s insecurities. He’d even been accused of not loving Akaya anymore which was just ridiculous. How was it that they’d started off talking about Akaya but then somehow the conversation had been turned back to him? He’d even ended up spewing a bunch of useless nonsense that Akaya wouldn’t be able to help with even if he told him. This time it was going to be Akaya’s turn to talk.

He came back into the room feeling refreshed. His head wasn’t pounding quite so hard anymore and he was determined to make Akaya talk to him once he got back from the shower. Maybe they could go out and have a nice breakfast together afterward and forget all about this. There was only one problem. His boyfriend wasn’t there and his wallet was gone. Where the hell did he go?
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