Quick Paced Life

Title: Quick-Paced Life
Author: Coralynn
Series: Hikaru no Go
Rating: NC17
Summary: Hikaru is having a biography written on him. The time in his life he’ll always remember just happens to be when two boys show their affection towards him. Who will he choose? Will it ruin his friendship with them?
Disclaimer: Not my characters

A/N: I had originally wrote this for a fanzine at an anime convention, but seeing how it’s been a year and a half and still no word, I’m posting it here.
~words~ = present time anything else is past/story

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~“The part of my life I will always remember lasted about a week. For that short time, much happened. It seemed everything moved along way to fast. But sometimes life does that to you.” The 22-year-old told the author of his biography, wrapping an arm around his lover. “It happened only five years ago.”~


Hikaru walked out of the game room. He had just lost and didn’t feel like staying any longer. And after what Waya did to him yesterday… all Hikaru wanted to do today was relax.

Suddenly Hikaru lost his balance, and fell a bit onto a wall. It wasn’t until the door closed that he realized he hadn’t lost his balance, he was pushed. Now here he was, against the wall of a dark closet, barely seeing anything... with the person who pushed him inches away.

“I know about you and Waya.” A familiar voice started.

“What do you mean?” Hikaru asked. Wanting to know if it truly was who he thought it was, he brought his hand up to touch the person’s hair. Feeling the length and texture, his suspicions were confirmed. The person who pushed him in here, and was now trapping him against the wall, was none other than Touya Akira.

“I saw you two kiss yesterday.”

Hikaru wanted to say that it was Waya who kissed him. That he didn’t do anything. But he was so surprised that this was Akira, he stayed silent.

“Well…” Akira moved a little closer, whispering now. “Maybe I can change that.” He pressed his lips against Hikaru’s, finally feeling the sensation he so longed for. Wanting more, he traced the tip of his tongue along Hikaru’s lips, and pressed himself against the other boy.

Hikaru let out a gasp from the feeling of Akira’s body pressed lightly against him, and the feel of his tongue. He felt Akira’s tongue slide into his mouth, started a deep, slow, and sensual kiss that made Hikaru let out a soft moan into the kiss. This was beyond even Waya’s kiss from yesterday, and that was a good kiss. He tangled his hand in Akira’s hair and kissed him back.

Akira wrapped one arm around Hikaru and pulled the boy closer, as the other hand went up to hold Hikaru’s head, loving the way it felt to be this close to him and kissing him. Akira deepened the kiss more before breaking off for air. He licked Hikaru’s neck and nibbled lightly before looking at the expression on his face, satisfied at the dazed look. “Think about it.”

With that said, Akira left. Akira didn’t have to tell Hikaru to think about it. How could he not? Hikaru closed his eyes and tested something. “Akira… Akira…” He had never said Akira's first name by itself like that.

Hikaru ran a hand over his chest, thinking of the kiss he had with Akira. Thinking of what he wanted, but never knew until that kiss. He stopped his movements. There were still unanswered questions. Hikaru sighed and left the closet. He would have to talk to Waya… now if only he would know what to say. He headed back to his apartment.

***

Five hours later, Hikaru just lay in his bed, looking up at the ceiling. He still didn’t know what to say to Waya, or really what he wanted to say. His thoughts were still clouded by the shock of all that happened in the past couple days.

Maybe if he spoke with Waya face to face, the words would just come to him. Agreeing with that thought, he stood up and went to the phone, picking it up and dialing Waya’s number.

“Hello?” Waya answered the phone after two rings.

“Waya… I know it’s kind of late, but I can’t go to sleep… I have to talk to you… do you think you can come over?”

“Yeah, sure…” Waya answered, suddenly a little nervous. He knew this was about the kiss yesterday.

“Okay, thanks. I’ll see you soon.”

“Later.” He heard Hikaru hang up and sighed before hanging up to. Well, if tonight’s talk is about the kiss, at least he wouldn’t wonder any longer. The main question: will Hikaru want him or push him aside? And did he just ruin the friendship they have? One thing was for sure: things wouldn’t be quite the same.

Hikaru sat on the couch, staring at the TV, worried. What if he still didn’t know what to say? What if he said something he would regret later? He liked his friendship with Waya, but now things wouldn’t be the same. It was up to Hikaru to decide where things would go from here.

When Hikaru heard a knock on the door, he took a deep breath, turned off the TV, and answered the door, letting Waya in. “Have a seat.”

“Are you okay?” Waya asked, seeing Hikaru’s distress.

“I don’t know…” Hikaru sat down. Well, nothing was coming to him of what to say. Nothing at all.

“I’m… sorry for yesterday. I don’t want you to be uncomfortable around me.” Waya started.

“I’m not. I’m just thinking. I don’t really know what to say. Touya kissed me today.”

“What? That’s not right!” Waya said before he could stop himself. He was the one who kissed Hikaru first. Hikaru should be his… “I mean… what did you think of it?”

“It was okay…” That was a lie. It was so much more than okay.

“Did you like it better than mine?” Waya asked, moving closer.

Hikaru was silent, so Waya took another chance. “You said you weren’t uncomfortable with me, does that mean you liked mine?” He moved closer. “I don’t want to ruin our friendship, but…” Waya kissed Hikaru again, feeling the boy kiss back after a second.

Hikaru wanted this. He wanted Waya to kiss him. What about Akira? That part confused him. He had thought about it, and wanted both. Did that happen to anyone else or was he alone on that?

And, oh, Waya’s kiss was different from yesterday’s kiss. It was deeper, less rushed. Hikaru wrapped his arms around Waya’s neck and pulled him closer.

Waya sighed, liking that Hikaru accepted him. It was Hikaru, not Waya, which initiated the deeper kiss when he slid his tongue into Waya’s mouth, taking advantage of the sigh.

Their tongues slid along the other, and neither could tell, or care, which mouth they were in. Waya pressed his body against the boy, which made Hikaru break away from the kiss to catch his breath and let out a small moan at the feel of Waya’s erection pressing against his own.

“See what you do to me, Hikaru?” Just for emphases, Waya pressed a little more firmly, which made another small moan escape Hikaru’s lips, and Waya suppressed a moan of his own. He lightly traced the outer curve of Hikaru’s ear with the tip of his tongue before whispering, “Have you ever been with a guy before?”

Hikaru let out a sound to be taken as a ‘no’ as Waya slipped a hand under his shirt to brush along his chest.

“You’re a virgin?” Waya continued, starting to kiss and lick Hikaru’s neck.

“Yes.” Hikaru let out in a hoarse whisper.

Waya started to slowly shed Hikaru of his shirt, lingering his kisses and licks on the hollow of his throat. Waya kissed his way down the chest to the nipples, flicking them with his tongue, and lightly nipped them, before taking each one into his mouth, rubbing his tongue in circular motions.

Hikaru let out a soft moan and arched lightly into him, stroking Waya’s hair.

Waya trailed his fingertips over Hikaru’s chest. Lower and lower they went. He moved slightly to look upon Hikaru’s face, stroking the neck with his free hand. When his other hand reached the waistband of Hikaru’s pants, he trailed it back up, saying, “Hikaru.”

Hikaru opened his eyes and looked up at Waya.

“You’ll have to choose one of us. I won’t do anything you might regret if… I’m not chosen.” Waya said, circling one of Hikaru’s nipples with his fingers.

“I don’t have to choose now, do I?” Hikaru asked, letting out a sigh.

“No.” Waya kissed Hikaru’s lips. “No. I can see why you need time to think.”

Hikaru leaned up slightly to capture Waya’s lips again. “At least stay the rest of the night here?” He asked, pulling Waya closer, lightly kissing and licking his neck.

“Hmm. How can I refuse when you ask like that?” Waya answered, lightly stroking the blond bangs out of Hikaru’s face.

Hikaru moved a bit to look at Waya, and smiled.

***

“How did you know where I was?”

Akira looked at Hikaru. “You say that like it’s a bad thing.”

“Sorry. I didn’t mean for it to come out that way.” Just to prove it, Hikaru held Akira’s hand and kissed his cheek as they walked to Akira’s house.

Akira had shown up and asked Hikaru over to his house just as Hikaru’s shidougo was ending.

Akira smiled softly. “You told me your schedule a week ago.”

“Oh.” Hikaru smiled.

They arrived at Akira’s house and went up to his room to talk. “So did you think about it?” Akira started.

“Yes.” Hikaru answered and looked at Akira. He didn’t want to lose either. “And I can’t choose… not yet…”

“Did he get further with you?”

“Yes.” Seeing the look on Akira’s face, he continued, “Not all the way. We just made out.”

“Oh… okay…”

“Akira… I can’t explain the way I’m feeling. It confuses me. I want you both.” Hikaru looked down. “I’m sorry. I know it’s probably selfish, and I’m trying to decide. I am…”

Akira smiled softly. That was the first time he heard Hikaru use his first name. “Well, then maybe we should make it even. So they'll be a fair chance.”

“Aki?” Hikaru asked, a little confused as to his meaning. Akira was moving closer to him.

“Hikaru... You’ll see what I mean.” Akira said softly before gently pressing his lips against the other boy’s.

Hikaru closed his eyes and kissed back.

Today… today Hikaru would spend his time at Akira’s house.


~“Yes, I made out with both of them. But only made out. No one went further with me until I could choose. But of course, something had to happen. Amazing how in that short time I felt ready to break.”~


Akira smiled softly at Hikaru, now asleep on his futon. He gave Hikaru’s forehead a kiss before getting up and fixing his hair and clothes.

“Yoshitaka.” Akira said, once he found Waya at a go salon.

“Touya… what are you doing here?” They were talking quietly so as to not have anyone hear them.

“Hikaru says he wants us both. But we’ve only ever been with him at different times. While we are both ‘competing’ for him, the only thing I can think of to help him decide is to go places together… the three of us.”

“What’s going on?” A voice called, and out from the shadows, stepped Hikaru. He had woken up, hearing the door close, and followed Akira. “Competition? Is… is that all…” Hikaru was shocked, confused, and hurt… very hurt. A lone tear slid down his cheek. “I’m no prize.” He turned and left the salon.

There was only silence in the salon. Everyone’s attention on the scene, though they didn’t hear very much from them.

“Oh fuck.” Both Waya and Akira said.

“This is your fault! You just had to say that word.” Waya started, angrily, at Akira.

“You’re the one who used it since the beginning.” Akira retorted, getting angry at Waya now.

Waya lowered his voice again, seeing the attention they were getting. “Well, now he doesn’t want either of us. Problem solved.” He commented bitterly.

“Damn it. We have to fix this…” Akira stated.

“Agreed. We have to talk to him.”

Together, they left the salon in search of Hikaru.

***

Hikaru entered his apartment and locked the door. He couldn’t speak to either of them. Competition? Was winning his heart over the other just a game for them? Hikaru sighed and flopped onto his bed, burying his head into his pillow. Only served him right… people weren’t meant to like two people evenly… were they? So why did he like the two of them in the first place? Well, Waya was one of his friends since he was an insei. They really did a lot together before and during the pro exams and after he came back from his… hiatus during his first year as a pro. They really got along, except for the occasional fight over whether to eat sushi or ramen. Even then, it was only a friendly fight.

Akira? Well, they really started hanging out, spending time outside of the game, after the Hokuto Cup. What started it? Hikaru didn’t know. Ever since Hikaru saw Akira’s games, he’s been drawn to the boy. He could never get him out of his mind, but he only used the excuse that it was just from the shock that a boy his own age could be that good and determined at something, then that Akira was his rival. It just grew after that, though that was still a mystery. His feelings for each boy just grew; he didn’t really know why he liked both evenly. He just did.

Hikaru whimpered slightly. Why did they have to do this? He hugged his covers to him and stared at the wall.

A knock came at the door, but he just closed his eyes and ignored it.

“Hikaru… we’re sorry. Please, let us explain.” Waya’s voice drifted to Hikaru’s ears.

Hikaru just buried his head further into the pillow.

“Hikaru, please…” Akira tried.

Waya sighed when he heard no answer still. “Let’s just wait here.”

“What?”

“Wait here. By the door. Once he’s willing to talk, we’ll be here.” Waya explained. As much as he wished Akira wasn’t in the picture, he wanted Hikaru to be happy.

Akira nodded and they both sat down by the door.


~“They spent the rest of the night outside my door. Each one left at a time to get food. I can’t even explain the way I was feeling, or even what they were feeling.”~


Waya and Akira looked up, sleepily, when they heard the door open.

“Well… come in…” Hikaru said, looking horrible. He wore the same clothes from yesterday, and his eyes were kind of puffy from unshed tears with no sleep.

Both Akira and Waya looked at him and took in his appearance.

“Oh god, I’m sorry…” Akira said.

“Yeah, we didn’t mean for it to come out that way.” Waya agreed.

“We’re not doing this for satisfaction of winning, or beating the other. At least I know I’m not.” Akira started.

“I’m not either.” Waya interrupted.

Akira continued, “We’re doing this because we both want to be with you.”

“We’re not asking for an immediate answer, but eventually you’ll have to choose one of us. We were thinking of ways to help you do this.” Waya added.

“You’re not just saying this?” Hikaru asked, still unsure.

Suddenly Waya and Akira couldn’t hold in what they wanted and hugged Hikaru. Akira hugged him from the front and Waya hugged him from the back. “Of course not,” Akira said.

Hikaru closed his eyes. With Akira’s arms around his neck, and Waya’s arms around his waist, he felt comforted. Either they were sincere, or they were good actors. Hikaru was hoping it was the first.

“Sorry we hurt you.” Waya said and pulled away a bit to give his neck a kiss as Akira kissed Hikaru’s cheek. They pulled out of the hug.

“So we were thinking of going to a club tonight. All three of us. We figured it may help you with deciding if you were with both of us. But if you want, we can go as just friends.”

Hikaru nodded. “Just friends then. We’ll see where it goes from there.”


~“And it was just friends. But this was the night where an important thing happened. One I can’t ever, and truly don’t ever want to forget. Being there as friends meant that if someone would come up to us, asking to dance, we would let them.”~


“Would you like to dance?” A man of about 21 asked Akira, to which Akira smiled lightly and nodded before they went to the dance floor.

Hikaru was a little surprised and curious. Could Akira dance? The boy spent his whole life studying go and playing go… did he learn how to dance somewhere in there?

The next song started and Akira and the man started their dance.

Hikaru was stunned at the way Akira danced. The way his hips swayed, the movements of his hands and arms… his whole body moved to the slow and steady beat of the music. And while other dancers danced almost the same way, in Hikaru’s eyes none could compare to Akira.

Just at that moment, Akira’s eyes locked themselves with Hikaru’s gaze. In a split second, no one else existed. Not the man, not Waya… Akira was dancing for Hikaru. The graceful movements, the emotions playing on his face… all for Hikaru. Suddenly Hikaru wanted no one else.

Waya could feel himself loosing Hikaru. He glanced between the two rivals. What an intense gaze they had. Trying to get Hikaru back, as he felt this would be his last chance, Waya spoke. “Hikaru would you like to dance?” He blinked as Hikaru was still silent. He tried again to get the attention of Hikaru. “Hikaru?” He touched the boy’s arm, but Hikaru did not respond.

Hikaru merely whispered one word: “Akira.”

Waya’s eyes widened a bit in shock. That was it. Hikaru’s decision. But… but it was so soon… and Waya had been first! “If it makes you happy, Hikaru.” He whispered softly and caught Akira’s gaze for a second. In that time, Waya gave him a look. ‘Don’t ever hurt him, Touya,’ it said. To which Akira replied with a small smile.


~“That was the night I realized it had to be Akira. No one else. I’m still not quite sure why or how I knew it, but I did. After giving Waya some time, he was back to his usual self. We stayed friends even to this day. And as for Akira and I… well, as you can see, we’re still together.” Hikaru smiled softly at his lover.

Akira gave a small smile back.

“Okay, thank you. That’s all I need for today.” The author of Hikaru’s biography stated with a smile.

“Will you stay for dinner?” Akira asked.

“No. Thanks though. I have plans with Tsutsui.”

Hikaru smiled. “Alright then. I’ll see you tomorrow. Bye, Kaga.” Hikaru said as Kaga made his way to the door.

“Later.” And with the sound of the door, Kaga was gone until tomorrow. Interesting what happened to certain people over the years.

Hikaru wrapped both his arms around Akira and kissed him lightly. Hikaru could still remember what happened after the club that night. How could he forget?~


“So you decided on me?” Akira asked, smiling. It was late at night and Waya mentioned he was going to leave and get to sleep. He had insisted no one go with him.

Hikaru smiled back. “I guess so.”

Akira took the two steps to get closer to Hikaru and kissed him. “I’m glad.”

Hikaru nuzzled his neck. “Something happened when you danced out there tonight.”

“I know. I felt it too.” Akira grabbed Hikaru’s hands and looked into his eyes.

There was a moment of silence as the two boys gazed at each other, each feeling more and more drawn to the other.

“Want to come to my apartment tonight?” Hikaru asked, breaking the silence, but only intensifying the moment.

Akira could only nod before being led off by Hikaru.


~“Let’s forget the dishes for tonight…” Hikaru said as he put the towel he was drying with around Akira’s neck, and with that, pulled him in for a kiss.

Akira dropped the cup back in the sink and rested his hands on Hikaru’s sides. Neither cared that his hands were still wet.~


Akira deepened the kiss and pushed Hikaru down onto the bed. He trailed his hands down Hikaru’s chest to take off the shirt, letting his fingers lightly graze the nipples on the way back up. Once the shirt was off, Akira broke off from the kiss to lick, nibble, and kiss Hikaru’s collarbone. A place Akira found Hikaru liked better than the neck.

Hikaru worked on getting Akira’s shirt off and let out a sigh when Akira nibbled on that spot he found by accident before. Fulfilling his task, Hikaru pushed Akira away and rolled so he was on top. He gave Akira a deep kiss and felt along his chest. Hikaru broke from the kiss after a bit to kiss down Akira’s neck and chest to get to one nipple. He kissed the tip of it, and then licked it before taking it into his mouth, still licking it and sucking lightly every now and then. He brought his hand up to have his fingers play with the other nipple.

Akira let out a moan and arched lightly into him. After a while, Hikaru continued his path downward until he got to the waist band of Akira’s pants. “I know it hasn’t been that long, but I want you.” Hikaru said, pressing his erection against Akira’s leg.

Akira let out a sigh. “I want you too.”

Hikaru took that as his cue and unbuttoned and unzipped Akira’s pants, the back of his fingers brushing against the erection, to which Akira let out another moan. Hikaru was nervous as hell, and his hands shook a bit as he pulled down the two pieces of cloth that kept him from all of Akira. To stop his hands from shaking, Hikaru placed them firmly on Akira’s lower back, and then brought his hands down and across Akira’s ass. Pausing there to knead it a bit, he appreciated the firmness he felt in his hands.

Akira closed his eyes, breathing open-mouthed now, and let out a small whimper.

Hikaru continued to bring the garments down, feeling Akira all the while.

Once they were disposed of completely, Hikaru took in the sight of Akira naked and waiting for him on his bed. He moaned at the image and blushed at the uncontained sound. Hikaru moved a bit, and looked down at Akira’s erection, still nervous as hell.

Akira felt Hikaru’s breath on his erection and kept his eyes closed, subconsciously holding onto the sheets in nervous anticipation. After a few moments of nothing, Akira knew he should tell Hikaru. “Hikaru.”

Hikaru looked up, hearing his name called, seeing a light blush over Akira. “I’m a virgin too.” Akira finished. Hikaru felt a little better then and experimentally tasted Akira by licking the tip of Akira’s erection. Liking the unique flavor, Hikaru decided to do something he wanted to and licked from the base to the head. Hearing Akira’s moans, Hikaru was reassured and let his wants and instincts take over. He circled the head with his tongue before taking it into his mouth where he continued to lick and suck lightly. He slowly slid more into his mouth to get used to the feeling, but liking it all at once. With what he could, Hikaru started moving his head up and down, and brought a hand to work on the part he couldn’t get in his mouth. Akira’s moans were definitely a turn on and he pressed his throbbing erection against Akira’s leg.

Akira was pumping into Hikaru’s mouth and moaning in pleasure… and then Hikaru stopped. “Why’d you stop?” Akira asked, breathing harshly.

Hikaru kissed him deeply. “I want to go all the way…”

Akira smiled. “Me too.” He brushed Hikaru’s bangs back. “Do you want to be on top or on bottom?”

Hikaru blushed. “Actually, I want to be on bottom.”

Akira smiled and rolled so he was on top. He started on taking the remaining garments off as he kissed Hikaru. Their tongues brushed along the others. They broke off for a bit as Hikaru licked, nibbled, and lightly sucked Akira’s bottom lip before kissing again. Something Hikaru found to be a major turn on for Akira.

Akira, complete in his task of removing the last remaining garments, looked Hikaru over before saying, “I think we need some kind of lubricant…”

Hikaru nodded. Neither boy could stand much longer of this and Hikaru grabbed some nearby lotion, and spread his legs.

Akira knew he had to prepare Hikaru. It was just common sense. He put some lotion on his fingers and spread it over the opening. Then he put some all down and around his fingers and slowly pushed one finger in. Akira remembered how it had been for him when he had… well, masturbated in this way. “Relax, love. I know you’re nervous. I’m nervous too, but you’ll have to relax if you don’t want it to hurt.” Akira said softly and kissed Hikaru again, to get the boy’s mind not so focused on it.

Akira did so well in preparing Hikaru, he didn’t even notice he was ready until Akira put more lotion onto his hands and rubbed it on his cock, letting out an uncontrolled moan.

Hikaru watched. And as much of a nice sight it was to see Akira touching himself, he wanted that cock other places.

As if hearing Hikaru’s silent plea, Akira positioned himself at Hikaru’s entrance and pushed slowly, kissing Hikaru again, and managing to control his body. At least, until Hikaru was fully ready.

Hikaru could feel Akira enter him, but it didn’t really hurt, surprisingly. Akira must have done some really good prep work. Hikaru broke from the kiss. “Aki…” he whispered and pressed himself up a bit, getting even more of Akira in him. “Move. I’m okay.”

Akira did so, and all nervousness and awkwardness left as both boys moaned out at the feeling and let instinct take over.

Hikaru gripped and kneaded Akira’s ass again, and Akira trailed his hands down Hikaru’s body to let his fingers and hands play with Hikaru’s erection and balls, to which Hikaru let out a loud moan and moved with Akira.

Both boys were in absolute pleasure. This felt wonderful. So right, and sooo good. Each boy was left panting, until Akira hit a certain spot in Hikaru in which Hikaru came, moaning loudly and saying sweet little nothings, making Akira come only a split second later.

After their moment of paradise, Akira pulled out and laid next to Hikaru, wrapping arms around him and holding him, neither boy cared about washing up right now.

“That was… wonderful.” Hikaru said softly, smiling.

“Yes.” Akira agreed, pulling Hikaru closer.

“Have to remember that spot.” Hikaru smiled more.

Akira just smiled back in return.


~“I love you, Aki.” Hikaru said, smiling at his lover, boyfriend, and soul mate.

“I love you too.” Akira lightly kissed Hikaru. “But right now I have to take a shower and go to my shidougo.” Akira disentangled himself from Hikaru and got up from the bed.

Hikaru smirked. “And you still have a fine ass.” He fondled one cheek.

Akira playfully swatted the hand away, smiling.

They didn’t know what drew them together, but neither one was worried about it.

They had found what they were missing. ~