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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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Journal: Hiyoshi

I got forced into taking their family pictures with them. Apparently they had already planned on it from the beginning. They like me, and I like them, and I hate to admit it but it’s scaring the hell out of me. It’s still hard to believe how accepting they are of me, of us. They treated me like I was their own son.

I feel like my whole life has changed, I’ve changed. When did I become so wrapped around Akaya’s little finger that he could just look at me and get away with anything? Am I so fucking scared of losing him that I’m willing to sacrifice everything? My pride? Shit.

After this weekend and our last fight I’ve realized a few things that really piss me off, things that need to change… and it’s my own damn fault for letting some it go this far.

I’m turning into everything I hate. Pathetic and weak. I haven’t had a good enough work out in ages… haven’t put any effort into anything lately but making him happy. I’ve missed my fraternity meetings more than I’ll admit because I can’t seem to say no to him. There are a thousand things I’d sworn I’d never do... Am I not able to stand up to my own damn demon boyfriend or even his family?

Damn it, just think about it is so fucking irritating. I need to take a walk… and maybe slam my fists against a wall a few times. I could really use a good work out. I need to figure out how to fix this.

CHAPTER 44

Hiyoshi had gone out looking for a quiet place outside of campus to sit and think on his own for a while. He’d had a nice time at Akaya’s parents place over the weekend, but coming home had left him feeling confused and irritated, neither of which he appreciated.

Amazingly enough, it was a bar he stumbled across that he ended up entering and making himself comfortable in. It was very small, very empty, and somehow appealing looking with low calming music wafting in the background.

He wasn’t sure how it’d happened. One moment he was sitting at the bar, drinking tea, and the next he was trading punches with some guy he didn’t even know. The tall, white-haired, and muscular in that long lanky kind of way guy had approached him with an obviously aggravated tone. The conversation had gone something to affect of:

“I don't like your fucking face... let me fix that for you.”

He’d raised an eyebrow inquiringly, wondering if there was some form of proper response to that. “I don't like your arm. Let me break it for you?”

“EEEEHHHH!!!! Fuck off and DIE!”

Though not the most refined of people, in fact, quite the opposite, he had to admit the guy had put up one hell of a fight. It felt like the best thing that could have happened to him. He thought amusedly that perhaps the other had been out looking for the same thing he was. Whatever the case, neither had come out unscathed and they’d finally had to come to a reluctant halt before they literally killed each other.

He hadn’t meant to take Gakuto’s mocking advice of getting kicked in the face quite so literally, but after going so long without a good fight, letting go and releasing all that pent up anger had been exactly what he’d needed. Maybe the chipmunk’s advice every once in a while wasn’t so bad.

Hoping Akaya would be asleep, as quietly as possible, he opened the door to their room. He was covered in bruises... everywhere. His face, his arms, his legs, and his side felt especially bad. There were a few small lines of blood streaming from somewhere on his upper forearm and his legs. He was a collage of black, blue, and red, and he knew his boyfriend would freak out if he didn’t at least attempt to clean up before he saw him. Tip-toeing in with a small limp, he tried to make his way over to where the first aid supply was.

Akaya heard the door open and rolled over to face his boyfriend with a 'you're late' look. When his brain finally processed what it was seeing, he went flying out of their bed he ran over to his boyfriend. "What the fuck happened!?"

Damn it. All hopes of not having to deal with Akaya till the morning were dashed. “Nothing, I got into a small fight.” He smirked at him, attempting to act like everything was perfectly fine and he wasn’t in a world of pain so he wouldn’t worry. “It looks worse than it is.”

"Bullshit!" He snapped and started looking over all his wounds critically. "Who the fuck were you fighting with?! A bear?!" He was not amused at all and whoever did this to his boyfriend was going to pay.

That made him laugh, and laughing hurt. Laughing turned into coughing which hurt even worse. Once he got control of himself again, he smiled for real. “It doesn’t matter. I’m fine.” In fact, he was feeling much better than fine right now, err… minus the physical pain, but he could deal with that. “You should go back to bed. I can clean up on my own.” He didn’t want Akaya to see the even worse bruises that probably covered his sides and abdominal area.

"Yeah right, now shut up, strip, and sit down so I can take care of you and get you cleaned up," he instructed grouchily, before pulling out the first aid kit.

Hiyoshi knew it was going to be a losing battle so didn’t even try to fight it. He sat down, more like slumped, onto his desk chair. He tried bringing his shirt up and off, but his arms decided to give out on him and didn’t want to lift above his shoulders. Nose wrinkling in annoyance, he tried again.

Akaya sighed and moved to help him gently pull the shirt off and throw it to the side. As he did though, his eyes grew wide at the dark bruises that were already forming on Hiyoshi’s sides. "Holy fuck Wakashi..." he kneeled in front of him and hesitantly reached out to ghost his fingers over one.

The wounded martial artist grabbed Akaya’s hand in his before it made contact with his marred skin and brought it up to lips, kissing his fingers. “Don’t worry. I needed this. I’ll be fine in a couple days.”

"You better," Akaya mumbled, trying not to let himself tear up before leaning in to steal a slow sensual kiss.

The kiss felt wonderful, and combined with all the physical pain that somehow ached in a good way, it felt downright heavenly. He moaned into the kiss, and if he’d had any of his strength left, would have pulled Akaya on top of him.

Akaya moved closer at the moan and let his kiss grow more demanding, but made sure to keep it gentle enough not to further injure his boyfriend.

Hiyoshi wanted to crush his boyfriend against his bruised muscles and tell him to fucking take him, but that wasn’t something he thought he could ever vocalize. Moaning Akaya’s name against his lips, he had to pull away in order to breath, each breath reminding him of his sore ribs. He nuzzled into the side of Akaya’s neck and bit down on an earlobe before sucking on it gently.

Akaya groaned a little in surprise and was about to touch his boyfriend and hold him close when he paused, not wanting to hurt him even more. "W-we should get you cleaned up..." he murmured, his voice getting husky again. Why did his ears have to be such a weak point?

Detecting that little weak note in Akaya’s voice, Hiyoshi smirked and trailed his tongue over the shell of Akaya’s ear, breathing hotly. “Later. For now, I want you to do exactly as I say, understand?”

Akaya moaned and gave up. He seemed to do that far too fast around Hiyoshi. "Okay..." he murmured.

Perfect. “I want you to fuck me.” Maybe he could say it after all. “I want you on me, in me, hard and fast, as soon as possible.” Just the thought made him moan directly into Akaya’s ear. “Then when you’re done, I want you to… take care of me.” Never in his life had he ever asked that of anyone. It went against his pride and everything he had been lamenting over for the last twenty-four hours, but if this was part of what he needed to conquer, he wanted it to be with Akaya.

The demon boy was about to argue, to say no because Hiyoshi was hurt, but then he said he wanted Akaya to take care of him and the older boy paused. He could tell that it was not an easy thing for Hiyoshi to say and that it was significant, but he wasn't sure why. He leaned in and stole a firm kiss. With that, he accepted Hiyoshi’s orders and let that kiss turn demanding. If Hiyoshi wanted this, he'd give it to him.

It felt so good to let himself go and entrust himself entirely to Akaya. He groaned deep in his throat and let Akaya have complete control over him. It wasn’t as hard as he’d expected it to be, maybe because this wasn’t the first time, just the first time he wasn’t making excuses for himself. Right now, he wanted to feel the pain, the death of his pride, and know Akaya was the one who took it.

He hated this. He knew Hiyoshi was in pain and he didn't like that it was partly his fault, but despite his feelings, his body was responding to his lover and he knew he was powerless to go against something Hiyoshi wanted when he asked for it seriously.

He picked Hiyoshi up as carefully as he could and carried him over to the bed before starting to strip off both of their pants. He paused his attack on the other’s mouth only to look him over again. The skin that used to be perfect and unmarred was now covered in sweat, bruises and blood and it made him furious. He hated whoever did this to his boyfriend.

It hurt when Akaya picked him up and took him to the bed, his hands pressing against the bruises on his side, but he didn’t care, instead concentrating on the kiss. He had asked for this and was waiting impatiently while Akaya slowly removed his clothing; however, when he opened his eyes and saw the way Akaya was looking down on him, he became unsure.

Reaching out, he stopped Akaya’s movements with only a touch. “Stop. What’s wrong?” No matter how much he wanted this, he could never allow it if his brat was looking at him like that.

"I don't like this..." he confessed quietly and looked over each and every bruise with worry and anger in his eyes. He knew he probably didn't stand a chance against someone who could do this to his ninja like boyfriend, but damn it, he wanted a go at it.

Hiyoshi sighed, he should have known. It had been too much to ask him to ignore his injuries. He doubted he would be able to do it if their positions were switched. Tangling his hand in Akaya’s hair, he pulled him down so he lay against an unmarred section of skin on his chest.

“It’s okay, you don’t have to. I’m probably not all that attractive at the moment anyway.” His attempt at a lame joke fell flat. “Honestly, I’m okay. I’ve just been thinking too much again, and sometimes this is the best way to get it all out. I asked for this.” He realized how unhealthy that sounded, but oh well, Akaya had unhealthy habits, too. “Sorry, I probably woke you up.”

Akaya buried his face against Hiyoshi’s chest and tried to ignore the smell of sweat and blood, which was sexy and nauseating at the same time. "You... asked to get beat all to hell?" He was worried initially then slowly realized he did the same thing when he was worried about something or thinking too much. He purposefully pissed off Sanada so he'd get a ridiculous amount of training to knock himself out. He couldn't fault Hiyoshi for this. "It's alright. I wasn't sleeping. I was just playing a game. Man... You scared me for a while there, Wakashi..." he murmured quietly and kissed that uninjured patch of skin.

“Sorry,” he whispered again. “I need to take a shower and get cleaned up. You can go to bed if you want. It’s really okay.” He had meant it earlier when he’d asked Akaya to take care of him, but he wasn’t going to force it on him. He tried to sit back up on the bed, gritting his teeth, trying not to make any noise as his body protested the movement.

"I'll take care of you." Akaya got up before helping Hiyoshi sit up slowly, "So don't worry." He chimed quietly with a little smile and carefully helped Hiyoshi toward their bathroom.

For the first time, the idea of Akaya taking care of him was such a relieving thought. He didn’t actually need his help; he knew he could take care of himself just fine, but it felt nice to lean against his brat and trust him to do it for him. Maybe that was the whole point. Trusting a majority of his weight to Akaya, he quietly let his boyfriend take the lead.

After Akaya had carefully washed and bandaged him, they settled back in for bed. He had planned on speaking with Akaya about what was on his mind, but in the end had been too content in his care to bother. He’d kept his eyes closed through the majority of it, silently enjoying the treatment. At one point he’d even admitted to himself that it had probably been a lot more enjoyable and possibly therapeutic than the sex would have been. Despite every muscle in his body aching, with Akaya loosely wrapped around him, it hadn’t taken long for sleep to claim him.

The next morning came around much sooner than expected and his alarm went off telling him it was time to get up and go to class. His sore muscles strained and he didn’t even want to chance looking in a mirror and see the result of the damage. He groaned as he moved around, trying to convince his body to obey him.

Akaya stayed snuggling up against his boyfriend with his eyes closed even though he was very much awake. "You're not going anywhere," he mumbled and reached over to turn off Hiyoshi’s alarm. "Not in that condition," he said sternly, his voice allowing no room for argument.

“Akaya…” Hiyoshi said in a warning tone. “I have to go to class.” Even if Akaya didn’t take school seriously, he did. He hated missing class for no good reason. Self-induced physical injuries were not a good reason.

"No you don't." The bratty demon argued stubbornly and stayed glued to his boyfriend. "I won't let you."

He was curious to see exactly how Akaya was planning on stopping him, but in the end just sighed and stayed put. It wasn’t worth it at the moment, and his body rather agreed with Akaya to tell the truth. He wanted to turn around so he could look at his brat of a boyfriend, but now that he had been forbidden from moving, his body was inclined to not even do that much. “Your class is in two hours, right?” Maybe he could just miss his first class and leave after Akaya.

"Yeah, I'm not going though." he mumbled and rolled onto his back to stretch some.

There went that plan, damn it. “Why not?”

"Because I have a boyfriend to take care of." he yawned.

Smiling softly, Hiyoshi managed to roll onto his back to look at him. “I think you took pretty good care of me last night.” He tangled their hands together, “By the way, thanks for that.”

Akaya smiled and looked at his boyfriend. "Yeah, but my jobs not done yet," he teased quietly.

Raising an eyebrow in question, he asked, “Oh?”

"Yeah, you can't move very well yet can you?" He said knowingly and watched Hiyoshi, "Which means there's still work to be done."

“I’ll be just fine once I get up and stretch out a bit. I’m not that weak.” He had to force patience into his voice as he said this. He knew his boyfriend was just trying to be helpful, but it still felt like he was saying he couldn’t handle it on his own.

"Just take the day off, baka." Akaya sighed frustrated, his expression turning pleading. "Let someone take care of you for once, I know you can do it yourself, but I also know if our positions were switched you'd do the same for me."

Akaya was right. If his boyfriend were in his state, he wouldn’t let him leave his sight. With that thought in mind, Hiyoshi finally gave in. “Alright, but just for today.”

"Deal," the chibi demon laughed and snuggled up to his boyfriend again with a happy sigh.

Hiyoshi finally let himself relax again, ignoring the soreness in his sides by concentrating on Akaya’s warmth. A hand tangled in Akaya’s ebony curls in their usual position. This was as good a time as any.

“I want to start heavy training again. I’ve been slacking lately and can’t allow it anymore.” He knew a lot of the soreness he felt right now wouldn’t be nearly as bad if he were in his best condition. “I’m disappointed in myself for letting my training slide so much. I used to be so focused on it, but lately all I’ve focused on is you.”

Akaya looked at him curiously and waited to see if he'd say anything else before speaking quietly, "I don't mind you training harder… I'm sorry... I didn't mean to stop you from training..."

“Don’t apologize, brat. I’m not blaming you. I’ve felt off balance lately and think that’s part of the problem. This means I’ll be going to bed and waking up earlier like I used to.” Before they started sleeping together every night and Hiyoshi had adapted himself to Akaya’s schedule. “I’ll also be attending my fraternity meets more regularly.” It meant less time with Akaya which had been why he’d stopped in the first place, but this was important and he was sure Akaya would understand that.

"That sucks... I like spending time with you… but this is something that's important to you, right?" He smiled a little and kissed Hiyoshi’s chest, "So do it."

Hiyoshi smiled and let out a grateful sigh. “Thank you.” It was very important to him, more than he’d realized, like tennis was to Akaya. Unfortunately, it had taken Natsumi being there and someone literally beating his head in to remind him.

Taking a moment, the mushroom-headed boy tried to figure out how to best word his next request. “Also, I realize I tend to put space between us and avoid subjects I’m not comfortable with. I’m working on it… but I need you to do the same.”

"Alright..." Akaya murmured and nodded before nuzzling Hiyoshi’s chest, "Anything else?" It wasn't often his boyfriend shared his concerns with him and he didn't want to stop him from saying anything he was thinking so he tried to stay as quiet as possible.

“Do you trust me?” The thought had been nagging him since Akaya had told him otherwise the night they’d run into Natsumi at the bar. Maybe Akaya had just been drunk, but he needed to know. “That night at the bar, you told me you didn’t trust me anymore…”

"Yes. I trust you, Wakashi." Akaya sat up and looked at his boyfriend, "I'm sorry for what I said. Wakashi... I was drunk, and mad. I didn't mean it... I swear."

Hiyoshi exhaled a long breath. “I can’t always tell when you’re lying. Sometimes when you’re upset you’re just as guilty as me of avoiding the problem. We both need to work on that.” He smiled a little trying to lighten the mood, “I would rather you get mad and hit me again than pretend you’re okay.”

Akaya nuzzled back into Hiyoshi’s chest and held him tight. "I know I am... and... I promise I'll work on it too. I'm sorry, Wakashi..." He murmured.

He kissed idiot boyfriend’s forehead. “There have been enough apologies. If there is anything you want to know… just ask me.”

"I love you." Akaya smiled and looked up to kiss Hiyoshi gently.

Closing his eyes, Hiyoshi lightly kissed him back with a small grin of his own. “Me, too. Now get up and get me something to eat. I’m hungry.”

Still smiling, Akaya sat up. "Yeah yeah, what do you want?"

A pompous grin spread across the martial artist’s features and he crossed his arms over his chest. “You figure it out. You’re taking care of me, right?”

"Jerk," Akaya teased and got up to get changed before heading to the door. "I'll be back in a few."

Chucking to himself, Hiyoshi nodded and closed his eyes as Akaya left, knowing in his gut that things would be better now.
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