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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 45

Hiyoshi wrapped a towel around his waist as he walked out of the shower room connected to his and Akaya’s room. He had just gotten back from a nice long private workout at the gym which had lasted a few hours. It felt really good to be back on his old schedule. As he’d thought would happen, Akaya’s and his time together had been cut back, but it hadn’t seemed to affect them much. In fact, things were fairly back to normal, if not a little better than before. Except for one thing…

Other than cuddling him in his sleep and gentle kisses, Akaya hadn’t touched him since he’d been in the fight. Granted, the bruises on his skin had looked terrible and over the next few days had only grown darker, but now they were thankfully mostly faded. The fact that he went to bed before Akaya probably didn’t help either. Whatever the case, to get straight to the point, Hiyoshi was tired of waiting and wanted to fuck (or be fucked by) his boyfriend.

However, tonight was probably not the night for that. It was Halloween night and Akaya most likely had some kind of plans to go out. Putting on his pajama pants, he got into bed and opened his book, hoping to distract himself until it was time to sleep.

It was Halloween; Akaya’s favorite holiday next to Christmas and the demon boy was in heaven. His parents had called him earlier to wish him a happy Halloween and told him what their costumes were going to be. He thought his costume was awesome; Sanada-fukubuchou had seen him in it and just kind of froze, and since he and Hiyoshi were a lot a like (old men on the inside) he hoped his boyfriend would like it too.

He walked down the hall, grinning from ear to ear as his wooden sandals clacked on the floor and nearly threw open the door when he got home. "Wakashi~! I'm home!" he said happily and stood there proudly, showing off his costume.

He wore a gorgeous kimono that hung open loosely and showed off quite a bit of leg and chest, but what made his costume was that the obi was tied in the front. He was a courtesan, a traditional hooker.

“Welcome ba—“ Hiyoshi had been in the middle of turning the page but looked up when Akaya entered the room, and his eyes widened to about twice their normal size. What was Akaya wearing? He looked like a…a… He gulped down the build up in his throat and tried to breathe normally. “Akaya, I don’t know if you’re aware of this, but you look like a…um…” Yes, this was definitely not helping his frustration problem. Not at all.

"I'm a courtesan, duh," Akaya laughed and spun around, the kimono hugging his ass quite nicely. "Isn't it a good costume?" he asked happily and slipped off his sandals before coming over to the bed.

Hiyoshi looked him up and down a few times from head to toe trying to figure out if he fell asleep in the middle of reading. Otherwise, one of his secret fantasies had just come to life… breathing, living …and was walking toward him.

The dressed up courtesan blinked, his smile fading a little as he walked over and sat on the edge of the bed. "Wakashi? You alright?" He reached out and put a hand on his boyfriend’s forehead, "You don't have a fever do you?"

The fantasy even felt real. Not able to take his eyes off him, Hiyoshi gently took the hand on his forehead into his and brought it to his lips, placing a feather light kiss on the back of it. The corner of his mouth turned up into a wicked grin, his eyes portraying exactly what he thought of Akaya’s costume. “Are you by any chance for sale?”

Akaya’s smirk returned in full force and he slid the edge of his kimono up a little, revealing more of that toned thigh. "Yeah, but I'm very expensive." He knew that look, but he'd never seen it quite that strong before and he loved it. It made him shiver and gave him goose bumps.

“Really…?” The willing buyer hand slid up that teasing toned thigh and just barely let his fingers slip just a little farther up under the material to play with delicious skin. “How expensive are we talking?”

"Hmmm, more than you can afford I bet," Akaya teased and stood up, "but if you come to the party with me I think I can give you a discount." He grinned devilishly, his plot falling happily into place.

So this was on purpose. Of course it was on purpose. Only his brat would be this cruel and dress up like one of his fantasies and then expect him to not do anything about it. He growled under his breath and grabbed onto his arm, yanking him back onto the bed and under him.

He pressed his knee up between Akaya’s legs enticingly and nipped pleasantly at his neck. “How about I get my discount first and then we go to the party?” With any luck, his insatiable boyfriend would soon forget all about it.

Akaya blinked as he suddenly found himself on his back with his lover above him, but the knee between his legs quickly distracted him. He moaned quietly and ran a hand through Hiyoshi’s hair before smirking again. "Sorry, party first if you want the discount. No matter how sexy you are."

Groaning, the frustrated boy’s head fell forward and he pouted against Akaya’s collar bone. He blamed his heightened level of sex drive completely on Akaya. This never would have been a problem just a few months ago. Sitting up on top of his boyfriend, he looked down at him trying not to be overwhelmed by the sexy picture he made under him like that. He crossed his arms over his chest and said in a serious commanding tone. “We go, we socialize, we leave.” His eyes grew darker with barely contained lust. “Then you’re mine.”

Akaya smirked and licked his lips slowly, green eyes returning that lustful stare. "Hmm, of course, master." Oh, he was definitely going to enjoy this night.

Hiyoshi nodded once and let Akaya up. “Wait… You’re not going out in public like that are you?”

As it turned out, despite his objections, Akaya DID go out in public like that. The night had been pure torture. He’d been forced into one of his yukata to match Akaya, though he didn’t mind so much since it was comfortable, then was pulled out into a long night of odd costumes and insane sexual frustration.

All evening, one minute his boyfriend would be a safe distance away socializing or doing whatever, then the next he would somehow be up and personal giving him teasing touches and looks as if to make up for their last week of abstinence. In the end, in a form of self preservation before he literally threw his brat down on the party floor and took him right then and there, he’d completely stiffened up and became a walking breathing statue. He’d done this a lot during middle school and high school before it had become natural.

The party was a blast. Akaya always loved giving his boyfriend a hard time and turning him on so much that he could feel the other picturing them going at it on the nearest flat surface. It was invigorating, and when they finally left the party, there was a big cocky smirk on his face. He led the way back to their room, letting his hips sway just right as he walked to make sure Hiyoshi was looking right where he wanted him to. It had been far too long since they'd had any fun.

“I hate you.” Hiyoshi said in a stiff solid tone that if anyone else had heard would have believed it, though his eyes were looking exactly where Akaya wanted him to. Damn stupid conniving brat.

"I love you, too," Akaya chimed happily and opened their door for Hiyoshi. "After you, master," he purred sexily and waited for his boyfriend to enter before following him in.

The minute the door was closed, Hiyoshi gave his boyfriend no time to enter or even take off his sandals before roughly grabbing him and shoving him up against it. “You are such a damn tease.” With that he engulfed Akaya’s mouth with his own, assaulting his mouth with no mercy. Using his weight to press their groins together and show Akaya exactly what he was doing to him.

Akaya’s smirk didn't disappear, despite being slammed up against the door, in fact, it only made it widen. He didn't have a chance to respond with anything but a moan though as he was attacked with the fierce passionate kisses. No, he definitely didn't mind this at all.

With a satisfied groan, not separating from the kiss, Hiyoshi grabbed Akaya’s ass and hefted him up until the sexy courtesan was straddling him against the door. He was tempted to take him right there, but had other plans in mind.

Playing his role of the slut quite accurately (he did have a lot of practice after all), Akaya pulled Hiyoshi as close as he could with his legs. He wrapped his arms around Hiyoshi’s shoulders and ground his hips against his lovers slowly, tempting him further.

Chuckling, Hiyoshi pulled them both away from the door and carried Akaya to the bed, sitting down with him in his lap. He once again ran his hand up Akaya’s thigh, mirroring what he had done earlier that evening, but unlike earlier had no intention of stopping. “Just how traditional are you? I wonder…” His boyfriend had been torturing him for hours, now it was his turn.

Akaya grinned and rolled his hips down against Hiyoshi’s, just waiting for the moment when his boyfriend realized he wasn't wearing a damn thing under the kimono.

When his hand only met more skin, Hiyoshi wasn’t surprised in the least. “Well...” Without pause, he took hold of Akaya’s erection and lightly ran his hand over it from base to tip teasingly. “You really are a little whore tonight aren’t you,” he licked at Akaya’s lips, “but I have no intention of sharing…”

"Hmm... good, because I only have one master," the highly aroused courtesan teased quietly and bit back on a hungry moan.

Hiyoshi’s smirk only widened and became more lust filled as he watched Akaya’s face. “Good… I wouldn’t want to have to punish you.” His hand movements stayed at an even teasing pace, merely lovingly, lightly caressing the sensitive skin. The kimono drooped off one of Akaya’s shoulders and Hiyoshi took the opportunity to let his lips savor that as well, enjoying himself immensely.

Akaya groaned and wiggled on top of his boyfriend, his hips rolling to meet that hand, "Nn… s-shouldn't I be the one pleasuring you? Wakashi-sama," he was definitely enjoying acting his part, there was no doubt there.

“Trust me… you will.” Gently, he lay him down on his back. The vision he made in the kimono, being held together only by the obi, falling open at the chest and legs, along with his mussed up hair, was breathtaking. Still fondling him, he slowly let his free hand explore to his hearts content, gliding over his skin, up his thighs, pinching at his chest, everywhere.

"Nn…" Akaya looked up at his boyfriend with lust hazed, but loving eyes. He thought he was going to be the one doing all the work, but somehow his costume had ignited a passion in his boyfriend he hadn't expected and he definitely wasn't complaining, "Are you just going to look all night, master?" Akaya was not known for his patience.

“Maybe. You are mine after all. I can do what I want with you.” His tongue moved slowly, just the tip of it, along the seam of Akaya’s lips before completely sealing them together, rocking his mouth against Akaya's slowly. The hand on his rather impatient member slipped farther down between his legs to tickle at the hole there.

Akaya curled a hand in his boyfriend's hair, keeping him close so he could keep kissing him, trying half-heartedly to gain some sliver of control as he spread his legs more. He didn't like being teased, but Hiyoshi was in control so he kept silent, being the good whore he was acting as.

Hiyoshi’s free hand groped on the nightstand for the familiar tube; as he tasted the fresh sweat on Akaya’s skin he thought about how damn much he needed this.

He could recognize the sound of that tube from a mile away and it made his whole body quiver with want. It was like Pavlov and his damn dogs, the lube was Akaya’s dinner bell.

Not in any hurry, he happily prepped Akaya, massaging his inner walls slowly and deeply, purposely missing his prostate. He grinned with smug satisfaction at Akaya’s shivering and barely contained attempts not to just fuck himself on his fingers. “Always the impatient one…”

He tried so hard not to impale himself on those fingers and force his lover to hit his prostate. It was torture. There was no other word to describe it. "Wakashi… sama… p-please…" He pleaded, not above begging at this point.

Feeling Akaya’s body’s restrained gyrating beneath him fueled his lust even further. “Mmm… You’re making such good sounds for me. I suppose you deserve a reward…” With practiced accuracy, he folded his fingers up just so to hit and rub at his prostate, never taking his eyes off his brat’s face.

Akaya’s eyes squeezed shut and he moaned as he arched up off the bed. "F-fuck…" he purred. That was more like it.

Kissing down the side of his courtesan’s face, Hiyoshi graced over that spot a few more times, just hard enough to feel and hear Akaya’s reaction without giving him true satisfaction, then completely removed his fingers to quickly coat his own erect disregarded need. A side of him was a bit worried about Akaya’s costume becoming stained, but at this point he really couldn’t care. His boyfriend was just too alluring like this, spread out beneath him, kimono fanned out around him, failing at any kind of modesty.

So close. His body was aching and felt so empty and he looked up at Hiyoshi through his long lashes, a couple strands of curly black hair falling over his eyes only helped to add to the needy look he wore so openly.

Damn, but Akaya made such a good little whore. Most of his own restraint gone, he pushed into his prepared opening, wanting to go slow but failing in the face of his own need to get closer and lose himself in his lover. His breath caught in his throat as he entered him, his body having been craving this from their bout of abstinence and Akaya’s relentless teasing over the last few hours.

Akaya bit his lip and purred contently as he was finally filled. It stung just the way he liked it and he wrapped his legs around Hiyoshi to pull him in closer demandingly. He wasn't the most patient of whores...

If he hadn’t been so distracted, he would have laughed at Akaya’s impatience. Managing a small breathless chuckle, he gave into the courtesan’s demands and started for lack of a better phrase, pounding him into the mattress with little to no mercy.

He loved it when Hiyoshi gave in to his desires and just screwed him senseless. It was one of the greatest feelings in the world and he let the other know it with the pleased moans that came from nearly every thrust.

Harder, he wanted to go harder until he couldn’t take it anymore. He held him close and it was so good, wordlessly good, and his back arched, pushing in even deeper. He felt strong, felt so good to be on top of him, to be making him moan and gasp with every thrust, good to watch his love be so hot and open and helplessly needy, good to know that it was him that made him feel that way.

"Wakashi..." Akaya whimpered and dragged his nails down Hiyoshi’s skin, trying to find something to ground himself. "I love you..." he breathed out to the other, green eyes fixed on his lover’s eyes.

Hiyoshi moaned his reply and changed their position slightly so he could push in even deeper. Even the nails in his skin felt amazingly good.

When he finally couldn’t take it anymore, his body arched into Akaya’s, going taut as he released into him. Spikes of pleasure shot up his spine and he sought out Akaya’s lips; forcing his brat into a hard, almost violent, moan-filled kiss as he road out his orgasm.

He wasn't quite there yet, but that kiss was just enough to close the gap. Akaya clamped down around Hiyoshi, pulling the others release from him greedily as his own spilled over him.

Breathing hard, Hiyoshi’s body slumped down onto Akaya’s, forcing him to break the kiss. He laid tiny kisses on his chest, breathing in their mixed scents and feeling completely sated and satisfied. He would have felt bad for coming early, but since it was wholly Akaya’s fault, he felt no need to vocalize his apologies. “Mmm…” his body was still shivering with the aftermath. “Courtesans aren’t supposed to fall in love with their benefactors.”

"Most..." he breathed out with a small smile, "don't have benefactors like you..."

Hiyoshi chuckled against Akaya’s chest. “I have a feeling you would make me go broke.”

Akaya smirked. "Definitely," he laughed and held his lover close.

With a sigh and small groan, Hiyoshi left the embrace just long enough to pull out of Akaya before once again settling on top of him in his arms. “For example… It would be very foolish of you to think I’m done with you this evening.” He nuzzled into Akaya’s neck, “I think I should be paid up for at least another hour… or two.”

The insatiable courtesan grinned from ear to ear. "Oh? Hm, well I suppose you are a good customer... That's a big discount so you better be grateful..."

Sliding his body up Akaya’s, their smiling lips met. “Trust me. I am.”

Akaya grinned more and kissed his boyfriend soundly. "Pervert."
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