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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 56

Hiyoshi had noticeably lost weight and there were bags under his eyes from lack of sleep. The one time he’d gone home, his parents had almost ignored him entirely, though he preferred that to the lecture he’d expected. Actually, his father surprised him by acting more kindly toward him than usual by giving him space and not pressuring him into duties while he was home. His mother on the other hand wouldn’t even look at him.

It had been three weeks, three whole weeks since the last time he’d seen his… the brat. After their last encounter, spring break had followed and Hiyoshi had taken the opportunity to escape to Europe to see the one person who might offer him some form of comfort. Being with Choutarou had been both good and painful. On one hand, his friend had kept him from passive aggressive suicide and convinced him to attempt living again. On the other hand, that actually meant living, which he seemed rather pathetic at doing without the curly haired demon around.

Now back on campus, it was another one of those nights of too much thinking and not enough sleeping. Finally giving up, he figured he might as well go to the gym and work out until his body stopped listening to his brain. He usually only went to the dorm gym in the mornings but it would still be open.

Akaya had been spending far too much time in the gym lately. He knew it wasn't good for him, but it did let him stay up past nine, which was when Sanada seemed to decide to slip him a sleeping pill. He still couldn't figure out how the guy did it either. Screw being a samurai, his damn senpai was a ninja.

Tonight was no different from other nights. He sat in the gym, lifting weights and trying to distract himself from the pain that still lingered in his chest. He hadn't seen Hiyoshi and hadn't sought him out because he knew he couldn't handle it. Not yet. When the wound healed a little, he could try, but he knew that would not be for a long time, if ever. He was doing his best to do the only thing he could for his ex-boyfriend now, leaving him alone to fulfill his duties. His family was more important--his stupid martial arts were more important.

Getting up, he added twenty more pounds to the butterfly press and pulled off his sweat soaked shirt until he was just wearing his old Rikkai shorts, curly hair matted to his head.

Walking into the gym, Hiyoshi didn’t notice him at first, too absorbed in his own world to pay attention to his surroundings, which for a martial artist was unacceptable, but he really didn’t care. He placed his towel and water bottle on the side bench before turning around to directly face the person who haunted all his thoughts. His eyes widened and for a moment he thought perhaps he had fallen asleep after all.

Akaya heard the door open and close, but didn't care. Sometimes he saw Sanada in the gym late, but who he saw made him nearly pull a muscle. His throat went dry and his eyes turned the size of dinner plates. He stared for a long moment before trying to scramble to his feet, only to trip over the leg of the machine and fall on his face. That time he definitely pulled something.

Their eyes connected for a split second and Hiyoshi froze, for that second he was convinced it was a dream. Then Akaya fell flat on his face and he knew otherwise. His body reacted immediately. He rushed forward and leaned down beside him, voice croaking out. “Are you okay?”

"Yeah..." Akaya mumbled, hiding his embarrassment behind a disheartened grumble. Okay, maybe he wasn't hiding it very well, but he was trying. He started to get up then felt his ankle give a sharp stab of protest and he fell right back over. "No..."

“Idiot, let me look at it.” Any other thoughts that might have been going through Hiyoshi’s head left him as he gently but firmly took hold of Akaya’s foot to inspect it. He took off his shoe and sock to lightly feel over his ankle.

Akaya pouted a little because Hiyoshi's touch burned far more than any twisted ankle ever could, but he humored the other man and held still. "It's fine…" he murmured, though he knew the other wouldn't listen to him. He was too damn stubborn and a worry wart.

Akaya’s face was red and pouting, and combined with his sweaty condition, he looked ridiculous. It was the best sight Hiyoshi had seen in ages, and for a moment, all the pain went away. He chuckled, his thumb unconsciously massaging the side of his foot. “Klutz. Who trips over large inanimate objects? Looks like you twisted it good. We should get an icepack for it, and you should stay off it for a few days.”

“It jumped out in front of me..." The klutzy demon boy mumbled and watched Hiyoshi’s hand on his foot. It sent tingles up his spine and he couldn't hide that he enjoyed the soothing feeling. "I'll ice it when I get back to the dorm."

Rolling his eyes, Hiyoshi was about to make another comeback when he noticed Akaya looking at what his hands were doing. He stopped abruptly and let go of his foot. “Sorry.” He said awkwardly, feeling the pain start to seep back in and tried to fight it off. This was no time for him to be weak. “Do you… want help back?”

"It's fine..." Akaya murmured, reaching out to take Hiyoshi’s hand and putting it gently back where it was. "Give me a minute, then... yeah. Help would be nice." Akaya didn't want to accept help, he probably didn't actually need it, but it was an excuse to spend time with Hiyoshi and that wasn't something he was about to turn down.

Hiyoshi’s head bowed, looking down at where his hand was laid back on Akaya’s foot. Slowly, he continued to massage the area around where it was hurt, trying not to stare too hard at the skin he wanted so badly to touch. Not able to meet Akaya’s eyes, he asked quietly, “Are you still staying with Sanada?”

"Yeah..." Akaya watched Hiyoshi, not at all trying to avert his eyes. "It sucks there though." He grumbled and let out a quiet sigh. "He slips me sleeping pills if I'm up past nine. I dunno how he does it."

That brought a small smile to Hiyoshi’s lips, and he would have chuckled if in a different situation. He was glad to hear Akaya was being taken care of. At least one of them wasn’t being pathetic. For lack of anything better to say, he asked, “How is tennis going?” He internally winced. Well, at least he’d the sense not to ask about school.

"It's alright." Akaya answered quietly, hating that they were reduced to making stupid small talk to spend time together. What he wanted to do more than anything was throw the other boy down and kiss him until neither of them could breathe anymore, but... he knew he couldn't. He had to respect his boyfriend--ex-boyfriend's choice.

There was an awkward pause where Hiyoshi didn’t know what to say. It was absolutely ridiculous, and more than a little irritating. He never had problems talking to his—the brat. After a moment, he gave up. With a frustrated sigh, he put Akaya’s foot down and stood, holding out his hand for him to take.

Akaya took the other man's hand and stood carefully, his ankle giving a couple pangs of protest before he got himself steady. Frowning, he gingerly put weight on the ankle and limped over to his bag. "I'll uh... I'll get going so you can work out..."

Hiyoshi frowned. “I said I would help you to the room.” Deciding to leave his own stuff for now, he walked over to Akaya and took his bag from him. “You’re not going to limp back like that by yourself. Sanada would kill me.”

The chibi Rikkai demon couldn't argue that, so he just nodded a little. "Yeah, alright," he mumbled and started towards the door, still comfortably shirtless.

Hiyoshi watched Akaya limping and winced again, an internal fight battling within him. Oh, fuck it. He didn’t care if he regretted this later. “Stop, idiot. You’re going to hurt yourself worse walking like that.” Shouldering Akaya’s bag, he knelt down in front of him.

Akaya paused and looked at his ex with wide eyes for a long moment before slowly climbing on, heart beating a bit faster when he pressed up against Hiyoshi's firm back. He was so damn muscley and comfortable and... he even smelled good. This was going to be torture.

The familiar feel of Akaya’s body and heat were pressed against him and Hiyoshi had to take deep even breaths to continue breathing normally. He could feel Akaya’s heart beat through their connected bodies and it seemed so loud to his ears he wasn’t even aware of his own racing heart. He cleared his throat and secured Akaya’s legs. His voice failed him as he forced himself to concentrate on getting to Sanada’s room.

Akaya nuzzled against Hiyoshi’s neck, arms draped over his shoulders as he tried to keep himself composed. He wanted to cry, scream, laugh... anything, but knew he had to be good. Still, he couldn't help dropping a kiss on Hiyoshi's neck as they stopped in front of Sanada's room.

It took all of Hiyoshi’s self-restraint to stay in control. Akaya nuzzling against him like that certainly didn’t help, and when their journey that was both too short and too long ended, the small fleeting kiss on the back of his neck sent a rippling shiver down his spine. He wanted to scream at the idiot brat who made him feel this way while at the same time shove him against the door and show him how much he missed him. Instead, he just bent down to let him off. “Is Sanada-san home?”

Akaya shook his head a little and leaned back against the door, taking his weight off of his ankle as he watched Hiyoshi. He wanted to be good, to not try and break Hiyoshi. He could tell the other was struggling, and that he wanted him more than anything right then and the truth was he felt the same way. He had told himself he'd be good, but before he'd realize it, he was looking at Hiyoshi with those deep green bedroom eyes that told the other just how much he wanted him as well.

Hiyoshi knew that look. God, he knew that look, but he couldn’t give into it. If he did… all of this would have been for nothing. All of the pain he’d put Akaya through over the last month would be completely meaningless. Nevertheless… “Since he’s not here, I should help you in at least. …In case Wilson tries to jump on you, or if you need anything.” Excuses, all excuses, but he couldn’t bring himself to leave just yet, and if Sanada wasn’t there it was only right to make sure Akaya was taken care of properly, right?

"Alright... Come on in." Akaya opened the door, purposefully letting himself lose his balance because he knew he wouldn't fall. The other wouldn't let him. Hiyoshi was fast, much faster than him, and he knew from first hand experience that he was much stronger too.

As predicted, the moment Akaya seemed to lose his balance, Hiyoshi reacted. In a flash, he stepped forward into the room and caught him around the waist, holding him securely against his chest. The feel of Akaya pressed up against him in his arms after so long was such a shock to his system. His eyes stared straight into Akaya’s and his breathing grew heavy. “You are such… a klutz.”

"Sorry..." Murmuring lips were only a few inches from Hiyoshi’s as Akaya’s voice dropped, nearly reaching that husky tone. He wasn't sorry at all. He wrapped one arm around Hiyoshi's neck and just stayed there, pressed against him as he closed the door behind them with his free arm.

Hiyoshi closed his eyes, not able to take the passionate gaze directed at him without losing his restraint, but it just made the feeling of his love’s body and breathing against him that much more real. His eyes opened again to stare intensely back at him, his hand reaching up to desperately clutch at curls. “This… this isn’t okay.”

"I know..." Akaya whispered and pressed closer before moving his lips just a breath away from Hiyoshi's, his sharp eyes open and fixed on his former lover, watching him carefully for his reactions. He wouldn't close the gap, he couldn't do that to Hiyoshi, but he would definitely encourage it.

It was so unfair, how could Akaya do this to him? Put him in this situation? He wasn’t strong enough, not when he… and the gap closed between their lips. Desperation hit him as he devoured the other’s mouth with such fervor that teeth clashed and noses bumped. Tongues escaped and nothing mattered since it was his brat that he was consuming for all he was worth.

Akaya moaned into that kiss, returning it with the same unbridled passion because he'd missed this. He'd needed it so badly for far too long and there was no way he was backing down now. Knowing the other could support him, he lifted his injured leg up around Hiyoshi's hip and waited for the other to get the hint that he wanted to be picked up.

Hiyoshi had been starving and finally, finally, he had what he wanted. Still fiercely holding him in his grasp, he didn’t even need the hint. He hauled him up, chasing his lips if they ever got too far away like a starving man. Akaya’s legs wrapped around his waist and he squeezed that firm ass in his grip, carrying him a few steps blindly until he was pressing him up against one of the walls.

Akaya gasped against Hiyoshi's lips as his back hit the wall and a deep moan made his chest vibrate. He was already rock hard under those far too thin shorts and he couldn't help grinding against Hiyoshi.

An answering moan echoed his partner’s and Hiyoshi bit down on Akaya’s bottom lip before continuing to leave a trail of bruising kisses and bites down his chin and over his neck, tasting that salty skin and sweat that drove him crazy. His hips responded in kind, grinding back against Akaya’s, forcing them brutally against the wall.

It was everything he'd missed and more. Akaya didn't mind the roughness at all, it simply drove him madder with want and he bared all of his neck for Hiyoshi to do with what he wanted. He wanted the marks, the bruises. Anything Hiyoshi would give him, he'd take greedily.

The intensity was overwhelming and Hiyoshi buried his face in Akaya’s neck, moaning his love’s name as he fucked him through their clothes, rubbing their groins together to get that delicious friction he hadn’t felt in so long. But even more than that, Akaya was clinging to him in a way that told him how much he needed him, too. One small tear trailed down Hiyoshi’s cheek and he didn’t care if they never moved from this spot as long as he never had to let him go.

"Take me," Akaya whimpered, one hand burying itself in Hiyoshi's hair. He felt that tear on his skin and it broke his heart. This was cruel--to both of them--but part of him hoped that this could help fix everything. That Hiyoshi would realize that they needed each other and that they could find a way.

His heart raced at Akaya’s words. “You know that’s a bad idea.” Hiyoshi said brokenly, hips slowing in their rhythm but his crushing embrace did not let up.

"Wakashi..." Akaya whimpered again, feeling and sounding like he was on the verge of a full breakdown.

That tone did break him. Hiyoshi covered Akaya’s mouth with his own so he wouldn’t have to hear it again, kissing him slower and deeper than he had before. They slowly sank down the wall since Hiyoshi’s legs seemed to no longer want to support them and he began tearing at Akaya’s shorts. There was the sound of cloth ripping but whether it was from Akaya’s shorts or his own clothes, he didn’t know or care.

As they slid to the ground, Akaya moaned into the kiss and spread his legs as soon as he was free from the shorts. He clumsily tried to get the shorts off of Hiyoshi and wrapped his fingers around that familiar length, massaging him into full hardness quickly.

Hiyoshi moaned loudly into the kiss as Akaya touched him and quickly moved his hand off him. Instead, he twined their fingers together, pulling Akaya into position half leaning against the wall. He pulled back from the kiss, eyes fixed on Akaya’s face as he started to enter him at an unbearably slow pace.

Letting out a deep loud moan, Akaya pressed more against him, wanting him to move faster. He wrapped one leg around his hips and pulled him closer, trying to make him just press inside. "Wakashi..." he whimpered against his lips and sucked on the lower one gently.

Akaya wanted him to go faster but, “I’m not going to hurt you,” Hiyoshi stated resolutely. He kissed Akaya’s lips tenderly and steadied his hips, trying not to give into temptation and just ram into him. They had nothing for lubricant and if he somehow managed to hurt the person he loved even more than he already had… he wouldn’t be able to handle it. Besides, the warmth was slowly sucking him in and every moment was to be treasured.

Akaya let his head fall back against the wall with a groan as he focused on relaxing his muscles. He could handle doing it this way, without prep or lube, and he could handle it a hell of a lot faster than this, but it was Hiyoshi's choice... That, of course, didn't stop him from moaning throatily and trying to pull the other in faster. "You won't hurt me..."

Hiyoshi was already having a hard enough time keeping himself in check without Akaya encouraging him to be rough. He was trying to be good, damn it. He was trying to appreciate this. Trying not to tie him up and ravage him till his heart felt whole again. “God damn it, Akaya!” Hiyoshi bit is bottom lip and looked into his ex-boyfriend’s begging eyes. Oh hell, neither of them had ever been the gentle type, and if that’s what Akaya wanted… that’s what he would give him.

Pulling out of him altogether, Hiyoshi hastily stood them both up and whirled Akaya around against the wall, positioning himself behind him. Without pause, he plunged back inside of him, crying out as the tight and searing hot feeling of completion overwhelmed him.

That was what he wanted to hear. Akaya knew what was coming as he was lifted off the floor and let out a cry of pleasure as he was slammed into. He dragged his nails over the wall and moaned wantonly, though he took enough care to make sure his weight stayed off his injured ankle.

Hiyoshi grabbed Akaya’s hips, wasting no time pounding into him uncontrollably. He breathed raggedly into the back of his neck, laying kisses down the back of it, needing to touch and feel as much of him as possible, needing this to last.

Akaya gripped at the wall, breathing between moans, as Hiyoshi took him hard. It was even better than he remembered. He moved back against him as much as he could, meeting those rough thrusts hungrily, Hiyoshi’s name rolling off his lips and mingling with his moans of pleasure.

He never thought he’d hear those sounds again. Hearing his name like that only urged Hiyoshi faster, spikes of pleasure shot up his spine with every thrust. He wanted to hear more. A hand moved to firmly grip Akaya’s length, loving that familiar solid hot weight in his hand, stroking him hard and fast just the way he knew Akaya liked it, moaning at the feel of him, loving him.

It was so wonderful, Akaya knew he couldn't hold on for much longer, but he did his best. It was all too much, the urge to give in to the pleasure, the love he was feeling, the ache in his chest. He wanted to cry, but instead just called out his lover’s name and came harder than he could remember, his legs turning to jelly almost instantly under him, but he didn't worry, because he knew his lover was there and would support him. He wasn't alone.

Feeling Akaya’s release and, oh god, the way he called him… There was no choice but to follow. Hiyoshi drove into his lover frantically, holding him up and pounding him against the wall, caught in a whirlwind of his own pleasure until he finally collapsed against him. It was like dream, a long beautiful messy dream that he never wanted to wake up from.

Akaya felt that heat pool in him and moaned quietly, gripping the wall to try and support both of them on his good leg, though it was getting increasingly difficult. He panted quietly, trying to clear his fuzzy pleasure intoxicated brain, but to no avail. Finally, he just gave up and enjoyed the feeling of the other man against his back.

Burying his face at the base of Akaya’s damp curls, Hiyoshi inhaled their mingled scent of sweat and sex greedily. His body was heavy against Akaya’s but slowly his conscience caught up with him, remembering Akaya’s hurt ankle among other things.

Using what was left of his strength; Hiyoshi pulled out of his lover and turned him around. The expression on Akaya’s face… he had almost forgotten how beautiful he was like this. He placed a few breathless kisses on his lips before picking him up and carrying him the short distance over to the small futon he’d seen him using before. Gently placing him down on top of the blankets, he kissed him again. On the forehead, between his eyes, his nose, his lips… “Stay here,” he whispered and moved away toward Akaya’s bag.

Akaya didn't mind being carried, didn't mind the ache or the odd sensation of Hiyoshi's seed in him, but he couldn't accept being told to stay there, alone, after all of that. He sat up and climbed to his feet, wincing a little, before limping after Hiyoshi. "Wait... don't go..."

When he heard Akaya and saw him limping after him, Hiyoshi’s eyes widened and he quickly went to support him. “Idiot! I told you to stay.” He brought him back over to the futon again. “I’m not leaving yet,” he tried to re-assure him. That Akaya would come after him in his condition made his heart ache. Even if he’d been planning to leave, he would no longer have been able to. “I’ll be right back. I promise.”

Akaya watched him and sat obediently on the futon. "Alright..." He nodded a little and waited. If the other man didn't keep his promise he was going to come find him and kick his—okay, he couldn't kick his ass... but he'd make him very, very sorry he didn't keep his promise... somehow.

Seeing that Akaya was going to stay this time, Hiyoshi went back to Akaya’s bag and took out the two small towels he knew would be there and dampened them in the sink. He didn’t know when Sanada would return or how long he could get away with staying there, but he promised not to leave him yet and wouldn’t.

First he used one of the towels to quickly clean the wall then brought the other back to Akaya. Bringing it to Akaya’s forehead, he slowly ran the cool cloth over Akaya’s skin, wiping the sweat away then slowly let it travel down Akaya’s body.

Akaya shivered a little at the first touch of the cloth, but after that he let out a comfortable little sigh and just let the other man clean him off. It was soothing to be taken care of so carefully and he smiled contently.

It was nice, more than nice, taking care of him again. Hiyoshi watched in silence, soaking in Akaya’s pleased smile that put his heart at ease for the moment, watching as little by little the evidence of their activities were wiped away. Angry red marks stood out on his skin from where he may have gotten a little carried away and he blushed guiltily, but couldn’t bring himself to regret it. He cleared his throat. “You need a haircut.”

"I do...?" Akaya asked curiously, sounding like he always had, as he raised his hand up to a curly strand to pull on it. They were getting pretty long... "I'm not the only one," he teased and reached out to run his hand through Hiyoshi's hair. "Your hair's gonna end up like that Taki guy from your old school if you're not careful." He grinned mischievously, knowing that would make Hiyoshi get his hair cut soon, if not just pull out some sharpened weapon and do it right there.

Hiyoshi growled and pinched the inside of his thigh. “Take that back, brat. I do not and will not ever look or be anything like… that.” The idea of having anything in common with that weak girly boy was grounds for seppuku.

Akaya yelped and wriggled a little bit away before laughing. It felt so good to laugh.

Hiyoshi grinned back and finished cleaning him off, but then realized that meant it was time for him to leave. “Do you have anything I can wrap your ankle with? …Do you want me to take you to the showers so you can finish washing off? Will Sanada be here soon so there will be someone to take care of you? Have you eaten? Should I call out for…” He was rambling at this point and forced his mouth shut and started cleaning himself off hurriedly, admitting to himself that he just wanted any excuse to stay.

Akaya smiled more and wrapped his arms around Hiyoshi's neck when the other had finished cleaning himself off and nuzzled against the side of his head. "There's medical tape in the desk drawer. I'm fine. Fukubuchou doesn't come home every night, I think he's been spending it with his new boyfriend, the one he's not telling anyone about. I haven't eaten since about three, and you don't need to call out for anything... The only thing you need to do is stay..." he murmured contentedly, having gotten used to Hiyoshi's little ramblings over the past year.

The only thing he needed to do according to Akaya was the one thing Hiyoshi really shouldn’t. He turned and kissed the side of his love’s head then unwrapped himself from Akaya’s hold to stand and go to the drawer where the medical tape was and brought it over to take care of his ankle. Scowling, he tried to think seriously about what he should do. No, it was obvious what he should do, but what would he do?

One thing was for certain, whether he came home or not, he couldn’t stay in Sanada’s room all night. It wasn’t right since he hadn’t been invited, and besides, he wasn’t technically supposed to be with Akaya at all… but Akaya hadn’t eaten dinner and he had to make sure he did just in case Sanada didn’t come back. Once he was finished taping his ankle, he went to the phone and dialed from memory the Chinese place he knew Akaya liked to get take out from and ordered all of his usual favorite things that could last him a few days.

Akaya sat by somewhat patiently as his ankle was bound and watched Hiyoshi, feeling quite sated until his stomach gave a disagreeing rumble. Before he could say anything though Hiyoshi was already on the phone ordering enough food for an army and his eyes lit up. Finally! Good food!

Akaya had decided he and fukubuchou should never live together because neither of them could cook to save their lives. Akaya had gotten better, but really only at breakfast food. When it came to dinner and lunch, the two bachelors were rather helpless and it was pathetic. Akaya hoped that whoever the hell Sanada was dating could cook better than Sanada did. If Akaya had to survive another week on instant ramen he was going to go demon mode and kill something.

The order was placed and Hiyoshi went back to sit next to the futon. His body felt so much more relaxed than it had in weeks and he wanted so badly to curl up on the futon with Akaya. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d eaten a whole meal or slept the whole night through, probably when Choutarou had forced him. Finally giving in half way to his body’s needs, he let himself lay back on the floor. His eyes closed and he breathed in deeply. “So… Sanada-san has a new boyfriend he’s not telling anyone about?”

"Yeah... he's been lookin' a lot nicer than normal," Akaya moved over to snuggle up to Hiyoshi's side and watched him. "He gets all smiley and doing nice stuff for me and that kinda thing. It's kinda creepy," he laughed quietly.

Hiyoshi should have known Akaya would come to him, he was a demon brat who excelled in pushing his luck, and now they were both on the floor. He snorted, “Sanada-san, smiley?” The idea was disturbing. “I better leave sooner rather than later then or I might die of shock.” Sighing, he shoved Akaya over back onto the futon and joined him. He hesitated for a moment then pulled Akaya into his arms half on top of him how they always used to lay, his hand threading through wild curls. A small smile touched his lips and he could pretend for a moment they were back at home. “Where is Wilson?”

"Sanada-fukubuchou took him over to that Mamushi guy. Something about getting his shoe chewed on one too many times..." Akaya smirked evilly because he knew Sanada could never be mean to a dog, especially not one as cute as Wilson.

Hiyoshi chuckled and his hand continued running through Akaya’s hair, it having the same calming affect it always had on him. He wanted it to continue, but he knew if he let it, it would just be harder in the end. “Akaya, when the food gets here, I have to go.”

"No you don't," Akaya said with a frown and clung to Hiyoshi like a barnacle, refusing to let go. The martial artist would have to carry his gimpy ass around forever if he tried to leave.

“I’m sorry.” He closed his eyes. “This shouldn’t have happened.” Nothing had changed. He had been weak and let Akaya tempt him. He should just be grateful that Akaya had let him hold him again. “I should go before I make this worse.”

"Wakashi... don't..." Akaya whispered and gripped even tighter, "We--...we can find a way. We just... we have to try harder, ya know? There's always a way..."

He couldn’t listen to this. Hiyoshi’s hand stilled and he sat up, but Akaya’s grip on him brought him up with him. “Haven’t I already hurt you enough?” He asked brokenly. “After everything I’ve put you through in the last couple of weeks, would you really be willing to take me back just like that? Sooner or later my family will find out again.”

"Why wouldn't I just take you back?! Idiot! I love you! Of course I'm going to take you back!" The bratty demon snapped and smacked him on the shoulder. "There's a way! We just gotta look harder! Your family doesn't control the world, Wakashi."

Surprised by Akaya’s outburst, Hiyoshi smiled sadly and took the hand that hit him and kissed it. When he felt the hold on him lessen, he pulled away to stand and dress. “You don’t understand. You don’t know my family… what being disinherited would mean for me, for us. There would be nothing left for me. I would be completely useless to you. …I don't want to do that to you.”

"Useless?! What the hell do you think I want you for? Money or something?!" Grabbing his pillow, Akaya threw it at Hiyoshi’s head before getting up again, the pain a lot less now that his ankle had some support. "I want to be with you because you're you! And stop telling me I don't understand! I understand perfectly! You're too damn scared to be with me! What else do I need to understand?!"

The pillow hit Hiyoshi wide eyed and he knocked it to the side, flushed with the beginnings of anger. “Yes, I’m scared! I’m scared I’m going to fucking ruin your life if I stay with you. I don’t--“ A knock at the door abruptly cut him off and he felt like punching his fist through it.

Pulling his pants the rest of the way on, Hiyoshi yanked the door open and quickly paid the nervous looking delivery boy for the food before slamming it closed. “Here’s your food,” he said snappily and placed it on Sanada’s desk.

Akaya was about to argue when food distracted him. With a little glare, he limped over to the food and pulled out a little baggie of spring rolls, taking a bite of one before turning his glare on Hiyoshi again, taking a moment to remember what the hell they were talking abut--oh right--ruining lives. "You think you can ruin my life?! When did you get so cocky? Your family can't ruin my life and neither can you." He took another bite of his spring roll. "Oh, and by the way, you damned chicken, you're not getting rid of me so easily!" Wow, the spring rolls were good today.

“Who the hell are you calling a chicken?!” Hiyoshi spat and grabbed the bag from Akaya and took a roll out for himself as well. “Who’s the one who’s been cooped up in here for the last month and had to be fed sleeping pills?” The spring roll was really good and he suddenly felt famished, like he hadn’t eaten in forever. He took out one of the rice bowls and a pair of chopsticks.

"You're the one who dumped me!" Akaya snapped back and finished up the rest of the spring rolls. "So don't even try and pull that on me, you anorexic mushroom."

Glaring, Hiyoshi shoveled the rice into his mouth furiously, chewed and swallowed, then slammed it back on the desk. “Don’t call me that, stupid brat! I wouldn’t have had to if you hadn’t barged into my life! Made my brain waltz right out of my head! I might as well of handed you my heart on a silver platter and said ‘here, fuck up my life as much as you want!'”

"Oh well, excuse me for falling in love with you. Sorry it fucked up your perfect little plan," Akaya growled at him and picked up a container of cashew chicken and a pair of chopsticks. "I didn't know you sucked so much at controlling your emotions. It's expected of me to lose it, but no, you're Mr. Perfect martial arts guy--ha! You've done a great job of fooling everyone, congratulations! You know what? If you wanna go live your perfect little lie and hate yourself every day for it, go ahead!! But know that you're not making anyone happy except your stick up your ass parents! Not you, not your wife, sure as hell not me. If that's how you want to live your life, FINE! Every day when you gotta wake up to your sucky little unhappy existence, just remember that you threw away your chance to be happy!" Setting down the chicken, he walked over to Sanada's mini fridge and grabbed out a beer he'd stashed there earlier before sitting on the futon and taking a long swig of it, his having turned bloodshot at some point during his tirade. "Stupid mushroom for brains..." he murmured and rubbed his eyes on the back of his arm, suddenly very aware he'd just been arguing completely naked.

Hiyoshi stood frozen as Akaya’s voice flew at him. Anger boiled in his every nerve. Walking steadily over to the futon, he grabbed Akaya’s beer from him and crumpled it in his hand. “You… Do you think I wanted to leave you for my so called perfect little plan? Do you think I did all this for me?! I didn’t leave you for my family! Or even for kobujutsu! I would have given them all up in a heartbeat! Fucking selfish BRAT!” He couldn’t think straight any more and even Akaya’s bloodshot eyes didn’t deter him.

Akaya’s eyes had started turning their natural color again until his beer was grabbed from him. Oh, that was it. He stood and shoved Hiyoshi away from him with that little spurt of adrenaline powered anger. "Oh, I'M THE SELFISH ONE?! Then why DID you leave me?! If it wasn't for any of that shit, what was it for, Wakashi? Just for fun?" This was not good. If he didn't calm down he was going to snap into demon mode without even meaning to. It had been over a year since he'd done that. He didn't want to regress. He needed to stay strong.

“For fun…? Fuck you! I already told you! I did it for you, idiot! What would you do if you had to choose between me and your family, plus never playing tennis again?! How do you think that would make me feel? What if you had regrets? Knowing I was the one who took all that away from you?! I didn’t want to do that to you! I didn’t want to put you in that position!” He was shouting, and all that anger was probably being heard by the whole building.

Down the hall Sanada was on his way back to his room when he heard two familiar voices yelling. With a sigh, he stopped and turned in his tracks, starting back down the hall.

"Sanada-san... What's…?" Kaidoh blinked as he heard yelling and saw Sanada walking toward him with an almost amused look in his eye.

Sanada put a hand on Kaidoh's shoulder and lightly pushed him toward the stairs, giving a little warning glare at Wilson who sat by Kaidoh's side. "You don't want to know," he said simply and led them both far away from the drama going on down the hall. He was going to have to find somewhere else to stay for the night.

"Oh! So are you saying I can't take care of myself now? That I can't handle being in that kind of position?! I AM NOT A CHILD! You don't have to treat me like one!" Akaya yelled and hit his open hand against the wall. "You didn't even talk to me first! You heartless ass! We're a couple, we're supposed to work through things together! So don't go deciding what I can and can't handle!"

Any minute now Hiyoshi was going to break something. His fists clenched so hard that it broke skin, but he was too irate to notice. “FINE,” he snarled. He approached Akaya and brown eyes stared directly into bloodshot ones, taking deep even breaths to try and not lash out.

“Akaya. My parents have given me the choice between them and inheriting the dojo or you. If I stay with you it would also mean giving up all their financial support as well as there is a possibility of me going insane since I’ll never be able to compete or teach in martial arts ever again. However, I love you, and if you still want me, I’m willing to stay.”

"What makes you think you'll never be able to do it again?" Akaya asked quietly, trying to mimic Hiyoshi's calm seriousness. "They can't control anything to do with the sport outside of Japan. And financial support? You're not a kid and neither am I. We can handle money problems. Most normal people have them, damn Hyotei brat…" Akaya mumbled the last part and stared right back into Hiyoshi's eyes. "So, what do you say? Are we going to do this?"

A vein threatened to pop on the mushroom’s forehead as Akaya continued to tell him what a fuck up he was and he really wished his shurinkan were handy… but then Akaya asked the question. It was stated like a challenge. Hiyoshi never backed down from a challenge, especially one he so desperately wanted to win. “Yes.” He finally conceded, glaring challengingly right back at him. “If you’re game, so am I.”

"Good," Akaya said sternly, with an almost sadistic smirk, and then pulled Hiyoshi into a bruising kiss, sealing the deal. And people thought he wasn't mature, ha!
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