Their Eternal Rivalry [In Five Rounds]
Title: Their Eternal Rivalry [In Five Rounds]
Rating: NC-17
Fandom: Hikago
Pairing: Hikaru/Akira
Notes: This was submitted to Blind Go Round Three.
It was often that Shindou Hikaru and Touya Akira found themselves in the middle of an argument. Akira would stare deeply into Hikaru's eyes, forcing his conviction through his own sheer force of will. Hikaru would stare back, equally unwilling to back down as he shouted back and forth in banter with him. Most people thought it was ridiculous, at seventeen, to still be fighting like children.
However, the arguments were most often just a replacement for something else, something forbidden and something completely insane in theory and in practice. It hadn't escaped Akira how Hikaru's eyes lit up when he was happy, or how quick that smile came with a wave when they met. He hadn't missed those longing looks here and there that he was certain Hikaru himself was unaware of and, he hadn't missed a few times when Hikaru escaped quickly, his lips squeaking out some sort of excuse.
Nothing much passed Akira's perception. They were after all teenagers, and it was normal that Hikaru could react that way, his logical thoughts told him. The irrational side however screamed how ridiculous it was, and beyond that, why him? There was nothing wrong with Hikaru, of course, but it wasn't a match up that would please his parents in any way shape or form. Akira had an image to maintain.
So they argued.
They argued loudly and vividly, gesticulating wildly as they fought over theory, their personal styles and tastes and even other player's games. The two shouted themselves hoarse at times, until both were panting and slouched against a wall, no fight left in them. It was an exhausting, perfect distraction.
This day should be no different, they were in a shouting match, neither giving an inch. Hikaru made an argument and Akira matched it. Impasse.
Akira opened his mouth to shout something else, and found his comments muffled by the meeting of their lips. Hikaru was kissing him. In the middle of a fight, in the middle of the street and in the middle of speaking and there was little Akira could do but freeze. He stared numbly as the other boy backed away slowly, parting and leaving the taste of ramen and cola on his lips, puffs of hot air ghosting his now assaulted lips.
Black opens the game.
"What..."
"Touya, we need something else. This isn't working anymore. I don't know what to do. I need you." Hikaru said, insistantly, hoping to silence protests.
"It's impractical."
White counters.
"But necessary, right? You feel that too, don't you?"
Akira frowned and looked thoughtful. He'd been feeling more aggressive as of late, feeling more frustrated and less and less patient with others and Hikaru. It could all be attributed to hormones, he supposed. "It's possible."
"Come with me." Hikaru said. Akira couldn't say no, so he did.
The love hotel wasn't the best, but that didn't matter. Neither boy was into looking around or really using the amenities. Hikaru purchased the room and a couple of other things that were handed to him in a paper bag. He followed his rival, untouching and expressionless as they moved into the room. Akira had never contemplated this in the waking hours, nor did he think it was going to happen, so it was best not to dwell on it.
It didn't look like Hikaru had done much thinking either. He was jittery and nervous, bouncing on the balls of his feet. He'd stuffed his hands into his pockets and was glancing out the window.
Akira stepped forward and moved to Hikaru's side. After a breath, he leaned in and captured Hikaru's lips.
White takes control of the board.
The older pro relaxed into the kiss, putting his hands awkwardly on Akira's shoulders. He parted his lips and granted Akira access. Despite the jitters they probably both felt, it felt right. Feelings of passion welled up in both of them, bringing them along onto a whirlwind of hot breath and tongues battling for control. The kiss didn't last too long, they parted to breathe, finding this essential to life.
Hikaru glanced at Akira half-lidded. "Now what?"
"This was your idea." He reminded the other teen.
"Right." Hikaru reached up and undid Akira's tie. Silence fell over them as he loosened the knot and dropped it to the floor. His rival frowned and picked it up, draping it over a chair. Hikaru laughed. Touya was still going to be Touya, even though they were in the bedroom.
Akira shot him a look. "What?"
"Nothing, nothing." Hikaru bounced back over and tentatively kissed him once more.
Waves of passion brought their hands some previously unknown knowledge. On instinct alone, Hikaru pushed Akira's suit jacket off of his shoulders and reached for the buttons. In response, Akira ran his hands up and down Hikaru's back, exploring meticulously. He shyly slid one up under the t-shirt, feeling hot skin, a sensation Akira hadn't counted on. He wasn't very tactile at all, and he'd certainly never touched anyone's bare back.
Items of clothing were removed, Akira's was folded neatly and placed on the chair and Hikaru's were carelessly tossed aside on the floor. Both boys were standing in their underwear, glancing at each other, appreciatively looking each other over.
Black is forcing a tie.
They found themselves on the bed next, sitting side by side, almost afraid to touch the bare skin they were now privy to. Shy and awkward glances were exchanged. Finally, Akira spoke up.
"Shindou...do you know the mechanics...of this?"
Hikaru blushed. "Yeah, I uh, looked it up one night when I was...never mind."
Dodging that was alright, Akira didn't want to know. The silence and awkwardness lingered. Akira opened his mouth to give an excuse, to get dressed again and Hikaru swooped in to claim it. The kiss was exploratory and curious, and it led to others, Hikaru moving finally to kiss at his rival's neck. The kisses were flutters and caused some of that fire to come back to Akira's demeanor. His body reacted and he gifted Hikaru with soft sighs and gasps.
Black takes the lead.
With gentle arms, Hikaru moved his rival to a lying down position and slid his underwear off of him. He removed his own and grabbed the bag. Inside, was a tube of lubricant. He fished it out and worked the cap open with trembling fingers.
"Shindou...have you ever done this?" Akira asked suddenly, sounding a little nervous.
"No, but you trust me, right?"
"Always." He agreed.
Hikaru smiled and kissed him again and then ran his hand along Akira's hip and his hand dipped. His rival gasped loudly, letting out a surprised sound. He grinned and continued to gently stroke his lover's erection.
Akira writhed beneath him, making delicious sounds of rapture. This pleased and amused Hikaru to no end. He put some of the lubricant on his finger and pressed it against his lover's entrance, curiosity in his eyes. He pressed it inside.
Akira cried out.
"Sorry, sorry, I should have warned you." Hikaru said quickly, withdrawing and kissing Akira gently.
His rival frowned. "You should have. It's okay. It doesn't hurt too much." Akira exhaled and tried to relax. He was good at that, at times.
It took a moment to recover, and Hikaru lubricated his finger once more before inserting it. There was another gasp, but it didn't seem to be as painful. Carefully Hikaru moved from one finger to two, two to three, gently stretching his lover open. His fingers were crammed in tightly, he was worried about hurting Akira, but Akira wasn't complaining.
Suddenly, he gave a loud, guttural cry. "Hikaru!"
With a grin, Hikaru realized he'd found that secret spot he'd heard of inside of Touya and he looked pleased. "That's supposed to happen, I think." He leaned down and timidly licked his cock, just to have a taste. Fingers and tongue combined sent Akira into sensory overload and he squeaked as he suddenly climaxed, squirting Hikaru's cheek.
"I'm sorry." Akira apologized, looking flushed and satiated with a hint of shame.
He just got a smile in return. "Don't worry about it." Hikaru used his arm to wipe the mess off of his cheek and continued moving his fingers. It took Akira by surprise because he was still hypersensitive and he cried out, trembling under the efforts. It took some time, a few minutes to get Akira hard and by then, Shindou's own arousal was pulsing from the restraint he was putting himself through to make sure he wasn't hurting Akira.
Finally he withdrew his fingers which made Akira whimper. With the lubricant, he prepared himself and repositioned Akira onto his stomach, a pillow tucked under his hips to support it. "It said this would be easiest."
"Stop talking and just do it!" Akira cried out loudly.
Hikaru positioned himself and slid into his rival, moaning and forcing himself to do it slowly. It was tight, hot and incredibly beyond his previous imagination. Much wouldn't be needed for him to lose control and be rougher then he wanted, but as fast as this was going, he didn't want to hurt Akira, nor did he want to give him a reason for others to suspect what they spent their afternoon doing.
They moved slowly at first and the pace moved up slowly. Hikaru came first, groaning into Akira's back. After he finished, he reached between his rival's legs and with a few good strokes, brought the other tumbling into ecstasy as well.
Victory to black.
+
The game was simple. Play Go, argue and sleep together. The pattern was easy, and both of them were unyielding and relentless in the way they met. They were careful not to arouse suspicions, ever since that first kiss in the middle of the street. Their passion was still ignited, a whirlwind of movements and emotions that barraged both of them. Neither boy chose to acknowledge it. Sex was loving but mechanical and Akira longed for more. It wasn't enough for them to just do it, he wanted to make it a true experience the next time. With that train of thought, he placed a few items into his bag that would stay there until they slept together once more.
They met in his father's salon for their weekly game. Both of them played passionately and relentlessly. At least this business in the bedroom wasn't one that affected their game. If it had, Akira would have had to end it. For now, however, the stress relief was perfect for both of them.
Arguments flared and faded. Hikaru stormed out. Akira waited and bided his time, picking up the board and drinking a cup of tea. After what he deemed was a respectable amount of time, he excused himself from the salon and headed for the love hotel. Hikaru would be surprised, he decided.
His senses flooded with excitement as he walked into that room, looking confident. Hikaru was already stripped down and seated on the bed, smiling a little. "Took you so long, Touya."
"Well, I didn't want anyone to think I was coming to meet you." Akira locked the door and moved over. "I brought something for you."
"You did?" He looked surprised and he blinked. A gift maybe? It wasn't like they were dating though...
He smiled and produced two ties Hikaru had declared he hated.
"Uh, Touya, I don't really wear ties."
"I don't want you to wear them like that. I want you to lie back." He smirked evilly. "And put your hands up to the headboard."
A mischievious smile touched Hikaru's lips as he shuffled back, following instruction. Akira tied the silk around each wrist, knotting it snugly. He kissed his lover and smiled. "I brought something else. I hope you like chocolate."
"I love chocolate." Hikaru parrotted, looking at Akira with awe and admiration. He was surprised in the best way.
A bottle of chocolate sauce was produced from the bag and opened. Akira smiled. "Open your mouth."
"Aaahhh." Hikaru said as he opened his mouth and drank the chocolate sauce. Some of it dribbled down his chin.
"Oh, my mistake." Akira smirked and leaned in, licking up the mess.
Chocolate was drizzled along Hikaru's chest and stomach, leading to the belly button and down to his straining erection. Akira took his time, hovering over him, a small pink tongue moving out to lick up each drop that had been spilled on him. Hikaru gasped and squirmed, moaning. "Come on...you can't make me wait so long!"
"Yes I can." Akira reminded, almost sing-songing.
Hikaru tugged at his wrists and downright whined. "Not fair!"
"Maybe not, but it's a lot of fun."
Victory to white.
+
Sex was absolutely satisfying in its own way. Hikaru always felt his tension melt away after they had sex and they both collapsed in a heap in the bed, panting and relaxing. Akira would immediately close his eyes and drift off. Hikaru would hope for that, but lately, after months of hot sex, he found it was hard to sleep. It wasn't that he wasn't exhausted, he was. Every bone in his body was telling him that he was ready for sleep, but he found watching Akira far more interesting. Yes, he'd begun to refer to his rival by his first name in his head, although he knew such a thing probably wouldn't happen out loud, or at least not in his presence.
This was a game.
Everything they did was a game.
Hikaru groaned softly and closed his eyes quickly to stifle it as though he'd been sleeping all along, just in case Akira woke up. His lover shifted but didn't wake. He let out a sigh of relief. Akira would more then likely kill him if he knew he was getting attached. He knew Akira had future plans, maybe not immeiately, but later for sure. His father would never approve in this relationship.
Wait, what relationship?
Hikaru sighed. If only he could make Akira bend backwards on his trepidation and concerns. Akira was so focused on his future, so intent on marriage and pleasing his parents that he knew it was pretty much a lost cause.
As he lay there, the question came up, 'Why aren't I thinking these things? Why don't I want them?'
He never expected that passion, fury and sex would lead to actual feelings for the other boy. It was awful that way. Hikaru felt his stomach flutter when he saw him at the salon, his heart race as he waited for him in the hotel and his breath hitch when he saw him naked. Hikaru really, really liked him. He sighed deeply. This didn't feel like a game anymore. That made Hikaru's heart sink and lead come to rest in the bottom of his stomach.
With a deep sigh, Hikaru fell asleep.
Akira woke up before Hikaru did and crawled out of bed. His brain was foggy with sleep as he shuffled over to his clothing and slid his underwear up above his hips. Next were his pants. He paused in dressing to look at Hikaru. He looked so nice and angelic asleep, a far cry from his hyperactive, bouncy, impatient conscious self. He tucked his hair behind his ear, sighing. The other boy looked good asleep. He looked good awake, but he didn't think much about that. There wasn't any room in his future for this.
He found himself having to remind himself exactly why this was a bad idea.
For one thing, his parents would never approve. For another, Hikaru was not a girl. Thirdly, this is just meaningless sex and nothing else, there was no love, no relationship between him with the exception of their rivalry. This was a game. This was an exciting distraction that was not distracting enough to take either away from their careers.
What concerned him most, was that this wasn't the first time he had to tell himself how the logistics of this could never work.
In fact, this had become a weekly, no, daily conversation. With himself.
Akira sighed. He was going insane. That was the definition of insanity, wasn't it? Repeating the same action in the hopes that the outcome would be different even though it wasn't going to be?
They needed to break this off.
If he knew this so definitively, why couldn't he do it?
When Hikaru awoke, Akira was gone. He sighed and got up, moving to get his own clothes on his body so he could leave. Naturally he jumped in the shower first and stood there under the hot spray, eyes closed and sighing whistfully. All Hikaru wanted was to be with Akira. Why was this so difficult? He could just come out and tell Akira how he felt, couldn't he?
There was a pause while he let the water rush over him and clear his head. After that, he got out and got dressed. He pulled his cell phone out of his pocket as he left the room and dialed his rival.
"Hello?"
"We need to talk." Hikaru said, glancing about as he crossed the street.
"About what?" Akira's voice sounded guarded, firm and impenetrable as steel.
"Our little game."
"What about it?" He sounded tired.
Hikaru sighed. He wondered if Akira knew what he meant, he wondered if he knew what he was thinking. "I don't like it anymore. It's not working."
"No, it isn't." Akira agreed.
"I love you." Hikaru blurted out and listened to the resounding silence.
Victory to black.
+
The young man stopped in his tracks. Akira frowned at the phone. "You what?! You can't!"
"But I do." Hikaru returned, his voice a little timid as though he'd paled. Akira frowned, why did he know that about his rival?
"That's not how the game is played, Shindou."
"No it's not, Akira." Hikaru said, stressing his name. "It's not like we don't know each other. You can't honestly say you don't feel the same way."
"I don't feel the same." Akira said coldly and hung up the phone. This had been a bad, bad idea and he knew it and yet he let that scoundral of a rival push him into this relationship. No, not a relationship, he corrected. Repeated sexual encounters. That was all. Their rivalry had spilled over into a bedroom scene. Nothing more, nothing less. It couldn't be any more or any less because he had a future to carry out.
He ran across the street, narrowly avoiding being hit by a car. This had been Hikaru's desperate attempt to salvage their friendship. He heard his cell phone ringing in his pocket and he knew who it was. Akira chose not to answer. He wandered the streets, looking seriously disturbed. There was nothing like a huge upset to get to him. This was, in his opinion, a huge upset.
In the end, he decided it was just as well. In one week he'd be eighteen and it would be time to look for a wife, a submissive young lady who was ready to live life at his arm and to bear him children and give him the dream his parents wished for him.
Why did that idea simply make him nauseous?
Akira's birthday was going to be a big affair. All of his and his father's associates were going to come, and it was a momentous occasion for he was finally an adult. His mother was bustling about, making food and cake and everything else a person could want for a party. It was likely to be highlighted by a game between Akira and Kouyo, something she thought would be sweet. It would be a good initiation into the adult world.
The subject of the party knew everything that was going to happen and he had been looking forward to it a few days ago. But now his heart was weighed down with grief and anger and he couldn't decide who he was more angry with - Hikaru or himself. Hikaru had called him every single day since he hung up on him and each day he'd answered with 'We can't.' and he hung up again.
This might be a crazy notion, his mind suggested, but maybe he missed the hyperactive boy.
Unusual, this wasn't and there was no way that could be construed as 'love'. Akira did not love Hikaru. He did not feel anything like that for the boy.
His phone rang again.
Akira answered it. "Hello?"
"Akira." Hikaru said breathlessly.
The tone shot right down his spine, sending a shiver of pleasure. That was unfair, that was his bedroom voice. Hikaru was not allowed to say his name in that voice.
Wait...he wasn't allowed to say his name at all!
"Are you there?"
"Yeah, Shindou...listen, we'll meet on the 13th for a game at the salon alright? Just a game." Akira said firmly.
"Okay. Just a game." Hikaru said softly, sounding disappointed.
On the date in question, Hikaru was on time and they had their most intense game ever. Their eyes locked and burned with passion and fire and everything they had been feeling on and off the board. Their fight was the usual mess it had become and afterwards, Hikaru eventually stormed out. This time, Akira didn't follow after him.
The next day was his birthday, and Akira received a message that Hikaru was not attending. Somehow that made him sad. Akira sat up in bed and smoothed his hair. He was eighteen now. What did that mean? Did it even mean anything? Wasn't this just another day?
Well, no, this was the day he had to start thinking about his adult life.
Akira climbed out of bed and headed over to the dresser, pulling out a nice pair of pants and a button down shirt, along with a sweater vest. He finished off his look with a tie and brushed his hair out so it was meticulous and perfect. He had to look perfect, or his father would be disappointed. He hated to be disappointed.
He checked out his reflection in the mirror and sighed. He didn't look any different. At least, to his own eyes. He wondered if Hikaru would see a difference in him. Then he squashed down that idea. Akira was thinking far too much about Hikaru. He had to stop, for his own sanity.
Stress was building up and Akira only knew one way to relieve it. He fidgeted with his cuffs and walked back and forth before pulling out his phone and dialing his rival.
"Shindou? I...need it. Can you help me?"
He could almost hear the smile in Hikaru's voice. "Alright, I suppose so. Meet you there." He hung up.
Much like everything else had stayed the same, the hotel was the same. Akira walked in and met Hikaru in the lobby. Silently, untouching, they headed to the room and locked the door. Hikaru turned and looked at Akira icily. "You know everything and you want me to do this with you?"
"Shindou, please, I just need to relax."
"I'm not going to do this unless you admit you love me."
"I can't!" Akira wailed. "I can't admit it, and I can't love you and you know that."
"Then at least acknowledge that I love you."
Akira fidgeted and squirmed. "Alright...you love me. I know you love me. This isn't a fun game...this isn't a game anymore."
"You're using me."
"Yes." He whispered. Akira actually felt guilty for that.
Hikaru looked surprised at the admission, but he nodded. He could respect that. "So long as you know. And Touya?" His voice had turned colder, reverted to an impersonal level.
"Yeah?"
"This is the last time you're using me. Ever."
"Understood." Akira said softly.
Hikaru nodded and stepped forward. "You're going to let me strip you."
"Alright." Akira could live with Hikaru being domineering. He stood still and let his rival untie his tie and tosses it around his own neck. Then Hikaru pulled the sweater over Akira's head.
Hikaru was glad for Akira's compliance. He needed to take some control of the situation.
The sweater was tossed aside. The buttons were undone and the blouse pushed to the floor. Hikaru then tackled the belt, deftly opening it with his fingers and then opening Akira's pants and pushed them off of his hips. In a few moments, Akira was naked and Hikaru was fully dressed, looking him over. "Get on the bed, hands and knees and don't say anything."
Akira nodded and climbed up onto the bed, steadying himself. He'd be afraid if he didn't know better.
Hikaru's fingers were gentle as he stroked his budding arousal slowly and then he started pushing one finger inside, and then others. He took his time stretching him, because he wanted to make sure it wasn't going to hurt Akira, despite the fact he was going to make it rougher then usual. He slicked himself up and adjusted Akira's body until he was in the position he wanted. "Don't say anything." He reminded and pushed into Akira.
Akira groaned. To him this was almost a turn on as much as everything else. He liked letting Hikaru take control here.
Firm hands gripped Akira's hips and then he began to thrust. It was startling to Akira and let let out a few whimpers, trying to keep quiet. The loudest sound was the sound of Hikaru thrusting hard into his lover.
"Scream for me."
Akira cried out and moaned. He could feel Hikaru's fingers curling around his cock, stroking and jerking it in an effort to make him come. It didn't take much at all and he trembled, screaming Hikaru's name as he soiled the sheets beneath him.
The thrusting continued for another good minute until Hikaru came and grunted as he clutched Akira close.
"Don't forget I made you scream my name." Hikaru warned him.
Akira collapsed onto the bed, panting and exhilerated. "I won't...ever."
Hikaru zipped his fly and turned away. "See you at the party." He opened the door and left Akira wondering just who used who here.
The nap that Akira had taken was brief and he awoke feeling much better, despite the dull pain in his rear end and the guilt for what he'd done. He hadn't meant to get to this point where he was going to use Hikaru, but it just happened. Hikaru had been so detached this time, controlling and fierce and just for a brief moment, he'd felt fear.
Akira didn't like that so much.
The more he reflected on what they'd done, the more he disliked it. It was uneven, not equal and made him feel bad. He had a feeling Hikaru didn't feel good about it either.
He left immediately after his shower. His party was about to begin and Akira was now relaxed enough to handle whatever was being thrown at him.
Naturally upon his arrival, Hikaru was not there. Akira smiled politely and greeted each guest as though they were close friends. He was every bit immaculate as he normally was and his manners were in place, covering up any lingering feelings from that mysterious, angry encounter with Hikaru. Akira tried to put it out of his mind, which worked very well until the object of his affections showed up. Hikaru sauntered over and looked him up and down with his bedroom eyes.
"Yukata suit you." Hikaru decided and grinned. "Happy birthday, Touya."
"Thank you." Akira said politely and smiled. When he turned, he greeted someone else. They left and he turned back. Hikaru had disappeared. Akira didn't think too much of this and put it out of his mind.
He didn't see Hikaru until it was far too late.
Hikaru took a drink from the tray and sipped it nervously. Akira did look great and that wasn't something he could forget. Screwing up his courage, he walked up to Touya Kouya. "Touya-sama." He said respectfully. "I need to speak to you about something."
"Of course, Shindou-kun." Kouyo said, interested with Hikaru of course, and he would give the boy any time he liked.
"In private."
"Of course." The man excused himself and followed Hikaru to a remote section of the yard and crossed his arms. "What's this about, Shindou-kun?"
"It's about your son."
The former Meijin nodded gravely and gestured Hikaru should continue.
"He and I...we have this connection and um, I think it's deeper then just our rivalry, so...so I like him. A lot."
This was a little unexpected. "Akira is betrothed to a young lady who's yet to come of age."
"I figured he might be." Hikaru said honestly. "But I love him anyway."
Kouyo frowned a bit. "It's not appropriate. You are both public figures. You'd be scruitinized relentlessly. Akira needs a proper life."
"I know all of this." Hikaru nodded wisely. "But at the same time, I would still like to try because I really like him and I think he feels the same way."
Akira ran over and interrupted the conversation, possibly for the first time ever. "Shindou, you and I need to talk, now." He frowned at him, looking fierce.
His father stopped and placed his hand on Akira's shoulder. "Is what he's saying true?"
He stopped in his tracks and flushed. "Father it's...it's not like that. He and I are just...rivals."
"That's it?" Hikaru asked.
"Yeah." Akira said, his heart sinking and his voice shrinking away with a withdrawl of confidence.
Touya Kouyo squeezed Akira's shoulder gently. "Are you lying to me? I am not passing judgement on you, Akira. I've never done so and I'm not going to wait until you are an adult to start. You know I've let you make your own choices and pave your own path before."
"Fine...I like him. A lot." Akira blushed. "Love him, even. But that's not right."
"That's not what you were asked, Akira." Touya Kouyo smiled ever so slightly. "All we want for you is your happiness. Does he make you happy?"
"Yes." Akira whispered.
Black takes the victory.
+
The party ended successfully. Akira's gifts were piled up into into the spare room for the time being because he didn't have time to open them all. Hikaru stayed til the end, mostly because so did Ogata and he was worried about those glances he was giving his clueless boyfriend. Once the creepy old man left, it was nothing but clear sailing and he could go inside with Akira.
Hikaru knew that his boyfriend's parents had discussed this, ever since he opened his big mouth because Akira's mother smiled at him when he came inside with her son. There were no discussions of rules, curfews or any other sorts of dating rules one would expect when taking a perfect child down from their pedestal, but that was alright. Hikaru didn't want any of those things. He had everything he wanted - Akira by his side.
He joined Akira in the spare room and sat down on the floor next to him. "You'd better start opening these now before you get lost in them."
"Which one's yours?" Akira asked innocently.
"Right here." Hikaru scooted close and kissed him deeply. "But I'm not sure it's a good idea to unwrap me here."
Akira laughed, a relaxed, happy sound, the sound of someone who'd found joy at last. "You're insane."
"I got you this." The older pro grinned and fetched a box and brought it to him, sitting back down and bouncing. "Open it, open it, open it..."
"I'm getting to it." Akira rolled his eyes. He tore off the wrapping and opened the box. "Hikaru...it's perfect."
Suddenly his lips were captured again, at the husky whisper and gasp of Hikaru's name.
The game falls into yose.White and black both force a tie.There is no winner, there is no loser, and there is no game more perfect then the one they played off the goban from that time forward. Connected through and through, in Go and outside of it, the true path to the Hand of God.
Rating: NC-17
Fandom: Hikago
Pairing: Hikaru/Akira
Notes: This was submitted to Blind Go Round Three.
It was often that Shindou Hikaru and Touya Akira found themselves in the middle of an argument. Akira would stare deeply into Hikaru's eyes, forcing his conviction through his own sheer force of will. Hikaru would stare back, equally unwilling to back down as he shouted back and forth in banter with him. Most people thought it was ridiculous, at seventeen, to still be fighting like children.
However, the arguments were most often just a replacement for something else, something forbidden and something completely insane in theory and in practice. It hadn't escaped Akira how Hikaru's eyes lit up when he was happy, or how quick that smile came with a wave when they met. He hadn't missed those longing looks here and there that he was certain Hikaru himself was unaware of and, he hadn't missed a few times when Hikaru escaped quickly, his lips squeaking out some sort of excuse.
Nothing much passed Akira's perception. They were after all teenagers, and it was normal that Hikaru could react that way, his logical thoughts told him. The irrational side however screamed how ridiculous it was, and beyond that, why him? There was nothing wrong with Hikaru, of course, but it wasn't a match up that would please his parents in any way shape or form. Akira had an image to maintain.
So they argued.
They argued loudly and vividly, gesticulating wildly as they fought over theory, their personal styles and tastes and even other player's games. The two shouted themselves hoarse at times, until both were panting and slouched against a wall, no fight left in them. It was an exhausting, perfect distraction.
This day should be no different, they were in a shouting match, neither giving an inch. Hikaru made an argument and Akira matched it. Impasse.
Akira opened his mouth to shout something else, and found his comments muffled by the meeting of their lips. Hikaru was kissing him. In the middle of a fight, in the middle of the street and in the middle of speaking and there was little Akira could do but freeze. He stared numbly as the other boy backed away slowly, parting and leaving the taste of ramen and cola on his lips, puffs of hot air ghosting his now assaulted lips.
Black opens the game.
"What..."
"Touya, we need something else. This isn't working anymore. I don't know what to do. I need you." Hikaru said, insistantly, hoping to silence protests.
"It's impractical."
White counters.
"But necessary, right? You feel that too, don't you?"
Akira frowned and looked thoughtful. He'd been feeling more aggressive as of late, feeling more frustrated and less and less patient with others and Hikaru. It could all be attributed to hormones, he supposed. "It's possible."
"Come with me." Hikaru said. Akira couldn't say no, so he did.
The love hotel wasn't the best, but that didn't matter. Neither boy was into looking around or really using the amenities. Hikaru purchased the room and a couple of other things that were handed to him in a paper bag. He followed his rival, untouching and expressionless as they moved into the room. Akira had never contemplated this in the waking hours, nor did he think it was going to happen, so it was best not to dwell on it.
It didn't look like Hikaru had done much thinking either. He was jittery and nervous, bouncing on the balls of his feet. He'd stuffed his hands into his pockets and was glancing out the window.
Akira stepped forward and moved to Hikaru's side. After a breath, he leaned in and captured Hikaru's lips.
White takes control of the board.
The older pro relaxed into the kiss, putting his hands awkwardly on Akira's shoulders. He parted his lips and granted Akira access. Despite the jitters they probably both felt, it felt right. Feelings of passion welled up in both of them, bringing them along onto a whirlwind of hot breath and tongues battling for control. The kiss didn't last too long, they parted to breathe, finding this essential to life.
Hikaru glanced at Akira half-lidded. "Now what?"
"This was your idea." He reminded the other teen.
"Right." Hikaru reached up and undid Akira's tie. Silence fell over them as he loosened the knot and dropped it to the floor. His rival frowned and picked it up, draping it over a chair. Hikaru laughed. Touya was still going to be Touya, even though they were in the bedroom.
Akira shot him a look. "What?"
"Nothing, nothing." Hikaru bounced back over and tentatively kissed him once more.
Waves of passion brought their hands some previously unknown knowledge. On instinct alone, Hikaru pushed Akira's suit jacket off of his shoulders and reached for the buttons. In response, Akira ran his hands up and down Hikaru's back, exploring meticulously. He shyly slid one up under the t-shirt, feeling hot skin, a sensation Akira hadn't counted on. He wasn't very tactile at all, and he'd certainly never touched anyone's bare back.
Items of clothing were removed, Akira's was folded neatly and placed on the chair and Hikaru's were carelessly tossed aside on the floor. Both boys were standing in their underwear, glancing at each other, appreciatively looking each other over.
Black is forcing a tie.
They found themselves on the bed next, sitting side by side, almost afraid to touch the bare skin they were now privy to. Shy and awkward glances were exchanged. Finally, Akira spoke up.
"Shindou...do you know the mechanics...of this?"
Hikaru blushed. "Yeah, I uh, looked it up one night when I was...never mind."
Dodging that was alright, Akira didn't want to know. The silence and awkwardness lingered. Akira opened his mouth to give an excuse, to get dressed again and Hikaru swooped in to claim it. The kiss was exploratory and curious, and it led to others, Hikaru moving finally to kiss at his rival's neck. The kisses were flutters and caused some of that fire to come back to Akira's demeanor. His body reacted and he gifted Hikaru with soft sighs and gasps.
Black takes the lead.
With gentle arms, Hikaru moved his rival to a lying down position and slid his underwear off of him. He removed his own and grabbed the bag. Inside, was a tube of lubricant. He fished it out and worked the cap open with trembling fingers.
"Shindou...have you ever done this?" Akira asked suddenly, sounding a little nervous.
"No, but you trust me, right?"
"Always." He agreed.
Hikaru smiled and kissed him again and then ran his hand along Akira's hip and his hand dipped. His rival gasped loudly, letting out a surprised sound. He grinned and continued to gently stroke his lover's erection.
Akira writhed beneath him, making delicious sounds of rapture. This pleased and amused Hikaru to no end. He put some of the lubricant on his finger and pressed it against his lover's entrance, curiosity in his eyes. He pressed it inside.
Akira cried out.
"Sorry, sorry, I should have warned you." Hikaru said quickly, withdrawing and kissing Akira gently.
His rival frowned. "You should have. It's okay. It doesn't hurt too much." Akira exhaled and tried to relax. He was good at that, at times.
It took a moment to recover, and Hikaru lubricated his finger once more before inserting it. There was another gasp, but it didn't seem to be as painful. Carefully Hikaru moved from one finger to two, two to three, gently stretching his lover open. His fingers were crammed in tightly, he was worried about hurting Akira, but Akira wasn't complaining.
Suddenly, he gave a loud, guttural cry. "Hikaru!"
With a grin, Hikaru realized he'd found that secret spot he'd heard of inside of Touya and he looked pleased. "That's supposed to happen, I think." He leaned down and timidly licked his cock, just to have a taste. Fingers and tongue combined sent Akira into sensory overload and he squeaked as he suddenly climaxed, squirting Hikaru's cheek.
"I'm sorry." Akira apologized, looking flushed and satiated with a hint of shame.
He just got a smile in return. "Don't worry about it." Hikaru used his arm to wipe the mess off of his cheek and continued moving his fingers. It took Akira by surprise because he was still hypersensitive and he cried out, trembling under the efforts. It took some time, a few minutes to get Akira hard and by then, Shindou's own arousal was pulsing from the restraint he was putting himself through to make sure he wasn't hurting Akira.
Finally he withdrew his fingers which made Akira whimper. With the lubricant, he prepared himself and repositioned Akira onto his stomach, a pillow tucked under his hips to support it. "It said this would be easiest."
"Stop talking and just do it!" Akira cried out loudly.
Hikaru positioned himself and slid into his rival, moaning and forcing himself to do it slowly. It was tight, hot and incredibly beyond his previous imagination. Much wouldn't be needed for him to lose control and be rougher then he wanted, but as fast as this was going, he didn't want to hurt Akira, nor did he want to give him a reason for others to suspect what they spent their afternoon doing.
They moved slowly at first and the pace moved up slowly. Hikaru came first, groaning into Akira's back. After he finished, he reached between his rival's legs and with a few good strokes, brought the other tumbling into ecstasy as well.
Victory to black.
+
The game was simple. Play Go, argue and sleep together. The pattern was easy, and both of them were unyielding and relentless in the way they met. They were careful not to arouse suspicions, ever since that first kiss in the middle of the street. Their passion was still ignited, a whirlwind of movements and emotions that barraged both of them. Neither boy chose to acknowledge it. Sex was loving but mechanical and Akira longed for more. It wasn't enough for them to just do it, he wanted to make it a true experience the next time. With that train of thought, he placed a few items into his bag that would stay there until they slept together once more.
They met in his father's salon for their weekly game. Both of them played passionately and relentlessly. At least this business in the bedroom wasn't one that affected their game. If it had, Akira would have had to end it. For now, however, the stress relief was perfect for both of them.
Arguments flared and faded. Hikaru stormed out. Akira waited and bided his time, picking up the board and drinking a cup of tea. After what he deemed was a respectable amount of time, he excused himself from the salon and headed for the love hotel. Hikaru would be surprised, he decided.
His senses flooded with excitement as he walked into that room, looking confident. Hikaru was already stripped down and seated on the bed, smiling a little. "Took you so long, Touya."
"Well, I didn't want anyone to think I was coming to meet you." Akira locked the door and moved over. "I brought something for you."
"You did?" He looked surprised and he blinked. A gift maybe? It wasn't like they were dating though...
He smiled and produced two ties Hikaru had declared he hated.
"Uh, Touya, I don't really wear ties."
"I don't want you to wear them like that. I want you to lie back." He smirked evilly. "And put your hands up to the headboard."
A mischievious smile touched Hikaru's lips as he shuffled back, following instruction. Akira tied the silk around each wrist, knotting it snugly. He kissed his lover and smiled. "I brought something else. I hope you like chocolate."
"I love chocolate." Hikaru parrotted, looking at Akira with awe and admiration. He was surprised in the best way.
A bottle of chocolate sauce was produced from the bag and opened. Akira smiled. "Open your mouth."
"Aaahhh." Hikaru said as he opened his mouth and drank the chocolate sauce. Some of it dribbled down his chin.
"Oh, my mistake." Akira smirked and leaned in, licking up the mess.
Chocolate was drizzled along Hikaru's chest and stomach, leading to the belly button and down to his straining erection. Akira took his time, hovering over him, a small pink tongue moving out to lick up each drop that had been spilled on him. Hikaru gasped and squirmed, moaning. "Come on...you can't make me wait so long!"
"Yes I can." Akira reminded, almost sing-songing.
Hikaru tugged at his wrists and downright whined. "Not fair!"
"Maybe not, but it's a lot of fun."
Victory to white.
+
Sex was absolutely satisfying in its own way. Hikaru always felt his tension melt away after they had sex and they both collapsed in a heap in the bed, panting and relaxing. Akira would immediately close his eyes and drift off. Hikaru would hope for that, but lately, after months of hot sex, he found it was hard to sleep. It wasn't that he wasn't exhausted, he was. Every bone in his body was telling him that he was ready for sleep, but he found watching Akira far more interesting. Yes, he'd begun to refer to his rival by his first name in his head, although he knew such a thing probably wouldn't happen out loud, or at least not in his presence.
This was a game.
Everything they did was a game.
Hikaru groaned softly and closed his eyes quickly to stifle it as though he'd been sleeping all along, just in case Akira woke up. His lover shifted but didn't wake. He let out a sigh of relief. Akira would more then likely kill him if he knew he was getting attached. He knew Akira had future plans, maybe not immeiately, but later for sure. His father would never approve in this relationship.
Wait, what relationship?
Hikaru sighed. If only he could make Akira bend backwards on his trepidation and concerns. Akira was so focused on his future, so intent on marriage and pleasing his parents that he knew it was pretty much a lost cause.
As he lay there, the question came up, 'Why aren't I thinking these things? Why don't I want them?'
He never expected that passion, fury and sex would lead to actual feelings for the other boy. It was awful that way. Hikaru felt his stomach flutter when he saw him at the salon, his heart race as he waited for him in the hotel and his breath hitch when he saw him naked. Hikaru really, really liked him. He sighed deeply. This didn't feel like a game anymore. That made Hikaru's heart sink and lead come to rest in the bottom of his stomach.
With a deep sigh, Hikaru fell asleep.
Akira woke up before Hikaru did and crawled out of bed. His brain was foggy with sleep as he shuffled over to his clothing and slid his underwear up above his hips. Next were his pants. He paused in dressing to look at Hikaru. He looked so nice and angelic asleep, a far cry from his hyperactive, bouncy, impatient conscious self. He tucked his hair behind his ear, sighing. The other boy looked good asleep. He looked good awake, but he didn't think much about that. There wasn't any room in his future for this.
He found himself having to remind himself exactly why this was a bad idea.
For one thing, his parents would never approve. For another, Hikaru was not a girl. Thirdly, this is just meaningless sex and nothing else, there was no love, no relationship between him with the exception of their rivalry. This was a game. This was an exciting distraction that was not distracting enough to take either away from their careers.
What concerned him most, was that this wasn't the first time he had to tell himself how the logistics of this could never work.
In fact, this had become a weekly, no, daily conversation. With himself.
Akira sighed. He was going insane. That was the definition of insanity, wasn't it? Repeating the same action in the hopes that the outcome would be different even though it wasn't going to be?
They needed to break this off.
If he knew this so definitively, why couldn't he do it?
When Hikaru awoke, Akira was gone. He sighed and got up, moving to get his own clothes on his body so he could leave. Naturally he jumped in the shower first and stood there under the hot spray, eyes closed and sighing whistfully. All Hikaru wanted was to be with Akira. Why was this so difficult? He could just come out and tell Akira how he felt, couldn't he?
There was a pause while he let the water rush over him and clear his head. After that, he got out and got dressed. He pulled his cell phone out of his pocket as he left the room and dialed his rival.
"Hello?"
"We need to talk." Hikaru said, glancing about as he crossed the street.
"About what?" Akira's voice sounded guarded, firm and impenetrable as steel.
"Our little game."
"What about it?" He sounded tired.
Hikaru sighed. He wondered if Akira knew what he meant, he wondered if he knew what he was thinking. "I don't like it anymore. It's not working."
"No, it isn't." Akira agreed.
"I love you." Hikaru blurted out and listened to the resounding silence.
Victory to black.
+
The young man stopped in his tracks. Akira frowned at the phone. "You what?! You can't!"
"But I do." Hikaru returned, his voice a little timid as though he'd paled. Akira frowned, why did he know that about his rival?
"That's not how the game is played, Shindou."
"No it's not, Akira." Hikaru said, stressing his name. "It's not like we don't know each other. You can't honestly say you don't feel the same way."
"I don't feel the same." Akira said coldly and hung up the phone. This had been a bad, bad idea and he knew it and yet he let that scoundral of a rival push him into this relationship. No, not a relationship, he corrected. Repeated sexual encounters. That was all. Their rivalry had spilled over into a bedroom scene. Nothing more, nothing less. It couldn't be any more or any less because he had a future to carry out.
He ran across the street, narrowly avoiding being hit by a car. This had been Hikaru's desperate attempt to salvage their friendship. He heard his cell phone ringing in his pocket and he knew who it was. Akira chose not to answer. He wandered the streets, looking seriously disturbed. There was nothing like a huge upset to get to him. This was, in his opinion, a huge upset.
In the end, he decided it was just as well. In one week he'd be eighteen and it would be time to look for a wife, a submissive young lady who was ready to live life at his arm and to bear him children and give him the dream his parents wished for him.
Why did that idea simply make him nauseous?
Akira's birthday was going to be a big affair. All of his and his father's associates were going to come, and it was a momentous occasion for he was finally an adult. His mother was bustling about, making food and cake and everything else a person could want for a party. It was likely to be highlighted by a game between Akira and Kouyo, something she thought would be sweet. It would be a good initiation into the adult world.
The subject of the party knew everything that was going to happen and he had been looking forward to it a few days ago. But now his heart was weighed down with grief and anger and he couldn't decide who he was more angry with - Hikaru or himself. Hikaru had called him every single day since he hung up on him and each day he'd answered with 'We can't.' and he hung up again.
This might be a crazy notion, his mind suggested, but maybe he missed the hyperactive boy.
Unusual, this wasn't and there was no way that could be construed as 'love'. Akira did not love Hikaru. He did not feel anything like that for the boy.
His phone rang again.
Akira answered it. "Hello?"
"Akira." Hikaru said breathlessly.
The tone shot right down his spine, sending a shiver of pleasure. That was unfair, that was his bedroom voice. Hikaru was not allowed to say his name in that voice.
Wait...he wasn't allowed to say his name at all!
"Are you there?"
"Yeah, Shindou...listen, we'll meet on the 13th for a game at the salon alright? Just a game." Akira said firmly.
"Okay. Just a game." Hikaru said softly, sounding disappointed.
On the date in question, Hikaru was on time and they had their most intense game ever. Their eyes locked and burned with passion and fire and everything they had been feeling on and off the board. Their fight was the usual mess it had become and afterwards, Hikaru eventually stormed out. This time, Akira didn't follow after him.
The next day was his birthday, and Akira received a message that Hikaru was not attending. Somehow that made him sad. Akira sat up in bed and smoothed his hair. He was eighteen now. What did that mean? Did it even mean anything? Wasn't this just another day?
Well, no, this was the day he had to start thinking about his adult life.
Akira climbed out of bed and headed over to the dresser, pulling out a nice pair of pants and a button down shirt, along with a sweater vest. He finished off his look with a tie and brushed his hair out so it was meticulous and perfect. He had to look perfect, or his father would be disappointed. He hated to be disappointed.
He checked out his reflection in the mirror and sighed. He didn't look any different. At least, to his own eyes. He wondered if Hikaru would see a difference in him. Then he squashed down that idea. Akira was thinking far too much about Hikaru. He had to stop, for his own sanity.
Stress was building up and Akira only knew one way to relieve it. He fidgeted with his cuffs and walked back and forth before pulling out his phone and dialing his rival.
"Shindou? I...need it. Can you help me?"
He could almost hear the smile in Hikaru's voice. "Alright, I suppose so. Meet you there." He hung up.
Much like everything else had stayed the same, the hotel was the same. Akira walked in and met Hikaru in the lobby. Silently, untouching, they headed to the room and locked the door. Hikaru turned and looked at Akira icily. "You know everything and you want me to do this with you?"
"Shindou, please, I just need to relax."
"I'm not going to do this unless you admit you love me."
"I can't!" Akira wailed. "I can't admit it, and I can't love you and you know that."
"Then at least acknowledge that I love you."
Akira fidgeted and squirmed. "Alright...you love me. I know you love me. This isn't a fun game...this isn't a game anymore."
"You're using me."
"Yes." He whispered. Akira actually felt guilty for that.
Hikaru looked surprised at the admission, but he nodded. He could respect that. "So long as you know. And Touya?" His voice had turned colder, reverted to an impersonal level.
"Yeah?"
"This is the last time you're using me. Ever."
"Understood." Akira said softly.
Hikaru nodded and stepped forward. "You're going to let me strip you."
"Alright." Akira could live with Hikaru being domineering. He stood still and let his rival untie his tie and tosses it around his own neck. Then Hikaru pulled the sweater over Akira's head.
Hikaru was glad for Akira's compliance. He needed to take some control of the situation.
The sweater was tossed aside. The buttons were undone and the blouse pushed to the floor. Hikaru then tackled the belt, deftly opening it with his fingers and then opening Akira's pants and pushed them off of his hips. In a few moments, Akira was naked and Hikaru was fully dressed, looking him over. "Get on the bed, hands and knees and don't say anything."
Akira nodded and climbed up onto the bed, steadying himself. He'd be afraid if he didn't know better.
Hikaru's fingers were gentle as he stroked his budding arousal slowly and then he started pushing one finger inside, and then others. He took his time stretching him, because he wanted to make sure it wasn't going to hurt Akira, despite the fact he was going to make it rougher then usual. He slicked himself up and adjusted Akira's body until he was in the position he wanted. "Don't say anything." He reminded and pushed into Akira.
Akira groaned. To him this was almost a turn on as much as everything else. He liked letting Hikaru take control here.
Firm hands gripped Akira's hips and then he began to thrust. It was startling to Akira and let let out a few whimpers, trying to keep quiet. The loudest sound was the sound of Hikaru thrusting hard into his lover.
"Scream for me."
Akira cried out and moaned. He could feel Hikaru's fingers curling around his cock, stroking and jerking it in an effort to make him come. It didn't take much at all and he trembled, screaming Hikaru's name as he soiled the sheets beneath him.
The thrusting continued for another good minute until Hikaru came and grunted as he clutched Akira close.
"Don't forget I made you scream my name." Hikaru warned him.
Akira collapsed onto the bed, panting and exhilerated. "I won't...ever."
Hikaru zipped his fly and turned away. "See you at the party." He opened the door and left Akira wondering just who used who here.
The nap that Akira had taken was brief and he awoke feeling much better, despite the dull pain in his rear end and the guilt for what he'd done. He hadn't meant to get to this point where he was going to use Hikaru, but it just happened. Hikaru had been so detached this time, controlling and fierce and just for a brief moment, he'd felt fear.
Akira didn't like that so much.
The more he reflected on what they'd done, the more he disliked it. It was uneven, not equal and made him feel bad. He had a feeling Hikaru didn't feel good about it either.
He left immediately after his shower. His party was about to begin and Akira was now relaxed enough to handle whatever was being thrown at him.
Naturally upon his arrival, Hikaru was not there. Akira smiled politely and greeted each guest as though they were close friends. He was every bit immaculate as he normally was and his manners were in place, covering up any lingering feelings from that mysterious, angry encounter with Hikaru. Akira tried to put it out of his mind, which worked very well until the object of his affections showed up. Hikaru sauntered over and looked him up and down with his bedroom eyes.
"Yukata suit you." Hikaru decided and grinned. "Happy birthday, Touya."
"Thank you." Akira said politely and smiled. When he turned, he greeted someone else. They left and he turned back. Hikaru had disappeared. Akira didn't think too much of this and put it out of his mind.
He didn't see Hikaru until it was far too late.
Hikaru took a drink from the tray and sipped it nervously. Akira did look great and that wasn't something he could forget. Screwing up his courage, he walked up to Touya Kouya. "Touya-sama." He said respectfully. "I need to speak to you about something."
"Of course, Shindou-kun." Kouyo said, interested with Hikaru of course, and he would give the boy any time he liked.
"In private."
"Of course." The man excused himself and followed Hikaru to a remote section of the yard and crossed his arms. "What's this about, Shindou-kun?"
"It's about your son."
The former Meijin nodded gravely and gestured Hikaru should continue.
"He and I...we have this connection and um, I think it's deeper then just our rivalry, so...so I like him. A lot."
This was a little unexpected. "Akira is betrothed to a young lady who's yet to come of age."
"I figured he might be." Hikaru said honestly. "But I love him anyway."
Kouyo frowned a bit. "It's not appropriate. You are both public figures. You'd be scruitinized relentlessly. Akira needs a proper life."
"I know all of this." Hikaru nodded wisely. "But at the same time, I would still like to try because I really like him and I think he feels the same way."
Akira ran over and interrupted the conversation, possibly for the first time ever. "Shindou, you and I need to talk, now." He frowned at him, looking fierce.
His father stopped and placed his hand on Akira's shoulder. "Is what he's saying true?"
He stopped in his tracks and flushed. "Father it's...it's not like that. He and I are just...rivals."
"That's it?" Hikaru asked.
"Yeah." Akira said, his heart sinking and his voice shrinking away with a withdrawl of confidence.
Touya Kouyo squeezed Akira's shoulder gently. "Are you lying to me? I am not passing judgement on you, Akira. I've never done so and I'm not going to wait until you are an adult to start. You know I've let you make your own choices and pave your own path before."
"Fine...I like him. A lot." Akira blushed. "Love him, even. But that's not right."
"That's not what you were asked, Akira." Touya Kouyo smiled ever so slightly. "All we want for you is your happiness. Does he make you happy?"
"Yes." Akira whispered.
Black takes the victory.
+
The party ended successfully. Akira's gifts were piled up into into the spare room for the time being because he didn't have time to open them all. Hikaru stayed til the end, mostly because so did Ogata and he was worried about those glances he was giving his clueless boyfriend. Once the creepy old man left, it was nothing but clear sailing and he could go inside with Akira.
Hikaru knew that his boyfriend's parents had discussed this, ever since he opened his big mouth because Akira's mother smiled at him when he came inside with her son. There were no discussions of rules, curfews or any other sorts of dating rules one would expect when taking a perfect child down from their pedestal, but that was alright. Hikaru didn't want any of those things. He had everything he wanted - Akira by his side.
He joined Akira in the spare room and sat down on the floor next to him. "You'd better start opening these now before you get lost in them."
"Which one's yours?" Akira asked innocently.
"Right here." Hikaru scooted close and kissed him deeply. "But I'm not sure it's a good idea to unwrap me here."
Akira laughed, a relaxed, happy sound, the sound of someone who'd found joy at last. "You're insane."
"I got you this." The older pro grinned and fetched a box and brought it to him, sitting back down and bouncing. "Open it, open it, open it..."
"I'm getting to it." Akira rolled his eyes. He tore off the wrapping and opened the box. "Hikaru...it's perfect."
Suddenly his lips were captured again, at the husky whisper and gasp of Hikaru's name.
The game falls into yose.White and black both force a tie.There is no winner, there is no loser, and there is no game more perfect then the one they played off the goban from that time forward. Connected through and through, in Go and outside of it, the true path to the Hand of God.