Am 45 minutes late. No I'm not. Shut up. I'm still on time if we go by pacific time zones.
It's still 5/5/05. It IS. Nobody is going to tell me otherwise and say that I'm late with my Hikaru no Go drabbles. Bastards. The reason why I'm (not!) late is because I was writing two drabbles... the second of which was pure smut. Just sex. Really. Okay, maybe three lines in the end that isn't sex. Still... Anyway, my first sex scene! Who's proud of me? Okay, so I hated writing it and I think it sucks and I'm completely embarressed over posting it. I'll live. Really. I just might never write another smut scene again. XD
“I don’t like cherry blossoms,” Hikaru said, watching the soft pink petals swirl in the air. He sounded wistful, sad, as if he wasn’t really paying attention to what was going on, as if he was far away. “It reminds me of…” he trailed off, usually bright eyes quietly sad.
“Of what, Shindou?” It had been a casual question, tossed out when the other boy didn’t go on.
Hikaru darted him a look, closed his mouth, and shook his head. He stuck his hands in his pockets, forced casualness into his tone, “It’s not important.”
Touya looked as if he were going to ask, to press the other boy for answers for a moment. After all, if it wasn’t important then Hikaru would tell him, that he didn’t spoke volumes. But then he pushed away the urge to ask, to press, to force Hikaru to say what he was going to say.
Someday. Someday.
“I’m hungry!” Hikaru said decisively. He turned laughing eyes at Touya, the darkness having faded away, but not forgotten, “Let’s eat lunch and stop by your father’s go salon.”
“Not ramen!” Preemptive strike, quick and sudden.
“Not fair! I want ramen! Touyaaaa…”
“We go eat ramen three times a week! At least! Not again!”
Hikaru gave him a sly look, “If we go this time, I’ll let you pick next time.”
Touya glowered back, “You said that last time!”
“I mean it this time!”
He looked into Hikaru’s bright eyes, inwardly cringed at the scene they were making in the middle of the street, and relented, “Last time, Shindou. After this, no more ramen for a month.”
Hikaru looked comically aghast, mouth working though no words came out. Until he managed to sputter, “T-that’s impossible!” He turned his head to the side, snubbed his nose into the air, “Who said I had to go with you anyway, huh? I’ll make Waya go with me! Or Isumi!”
Touya just looked at him. Then he crossed his arms.
The other boy sighed, “Fine, fine.” He reached out casually, started to tug on Touya’s sleeve, “Come on. Ramen!”
A small smile formed on Touya’s face as he followed Hikaru, happy that the other boy seemed to snap out of whatever mood he had been in earlier. It was a side of Hikaru that only he got to see, but that didn’t mean that he liked seeing it. He started to mentally counting down. 3… 2… 1…
“How about a week? No ramen for a week?”
“Two weeks, Shindou.”
“Damn it, Touya…”
~~~~~~~~~~~
Bodies tumbling together, mouths sweet and desperate as they clashed, hands roaming under clothes, hips wiggling and arching. Hikaru wrestled with Akira’s shirt, giving a sharp gasp as hands tweaked his nipples. He squirmed some more, the other boy pinning him down, mouth nipping at his collarbone, biting a bit when he squirmed too much.
“T-Touya!” He pleaded, hard and wanting and thrusting his jean clad erection hard into Akira’s own. Last name rather than first, because though he had taken to calling the other boy ‘Akira’ lately, Akira had been for a longer time ‘Touya’ to him.
Hikaru whimpered as Akira’s hand ghosted down, brushing past the hardened nipples, playfully tracing around them, his shirt having been flung to the other side of the room. That hand drifted down farther, teased the area around the waistband, green eyes dark and intense as they locked onto Hikaru’s own.
He mewled; tugging ineffectively at Akira’s prim and awful shirt, distantly thinking that if he ripped it off, then the other boy would have to throw it out. Then any thought flew away as Akira straightened, tugged off his own shirt, leaving smooth expanses of creamy skin for Hikaru to lick, nibble, and suck. Which he did with abandonment, licking the revealed skin, watching with rapt fascination as it bloomed with color.
Akira growled lowly, taking hold of Hikaru’s chin and tilting it up as he claimed his lips, tongue darting in and out playfully for a brief moment before it seemed as if he was trying to suck out Hikaru’s soul through his mouth. Those talented hands unbuttoned his jeans, unzipped them, and pushed down the offending garments until they were swathed mid-thigh on Hikaru. Then they brushed against Hikaru’s erection through the thin boxers.
“Aa…” He squirmed, breaking away from the bruising kiss, “Touya… touch me!” He thrust his hips up hard into Akira’s hand, arms locked around the other boy’s neck. Sleek and wanton and just wanting more, so hard he thought that he was going to burst; he ground his hips hard against Akira.
“Hikaru!” Touya never slipped with his name, Hikaru having pried it out of him some time ago that he had always thought of Hikaru as Hikaru. He pushed him back down, quickly shed the rest of his clothes, skin meeting skin as he melted back into Hikaru’s eager arms.
Hikaru’s pants and boxers had been squirmed out of completely, probably somewhere at the foot of the bed, maybe pushed down to the floor. He didn’t know and he didn’t care, hand buried deep in Akira’s hair, mouth nipping at the exposed skin as his other hand closed around the hard length that was already leaking a small amount of liquid. He stroked it, a smile curling on his lips as Akira gave a strangled cry.
Then he was held down roughly, desire glinting in that dark green gaze as Akira smiled back slightly, predatorily. Then he was gone, shifting off the bed and vanishing into the bathroom.
Hikaru growled, “Akira!” He glared off in the general direction the other boy disappeared to, aching and wanting release. A few moments of impatient waiting, and he resolved to get himself off if that bastard didn’t come back soon, his hand stroking his shaft roughly. He panted, squirmed in the sheets, imagining Touya’s lips covering his own before moving down… down…
“Impatient aren’t you, Hikaru?” Akira gave him a thin smile, eyes eagerly devouring his lithe form as it moved against the white sheets.
“Where were you?” Hikaru ground out, stroking a little faster, licking his lips and spreading his legs in invitation.
In reply, Akira held up a small tube. He slicked his fingers with the lube, crawled back into bed with Hikaru, swirling the slick finger against his offered opening. “You should have known,” then he thrust a finger in, Hikaru arching off the bed with a small cry.
“B-bastard,” the slightly smaller boy huffed out, squirming on the finger and whimpering softly. Another finger was slipped in and he scrunched up his face slightly at the intrusion, not yet used to it.
“Relax,” came the soft voice, Akira stretching the ring of muscle carefully. Then the fingers were taken out, something larger probing at his entrance. Hikaru panted, visibly bracing himself as Akira slid into him, restraint lining his body as the other boy looked down at him, asked tightly, “Are you okay?”
Hikaru could hardly think, just feeling Akira’s hard length throb deep within him, wanting more and abruptly moving his hips to get it. A soft cry came from above him, but he ignored it as he tried to angle his own body, as he tried to make Akira hit…
Right there.
He arched, cried out loudly, as Akira hit that spot in him.
“Move, Touya, move.” He felt as if he was on fire, nerves shrieking with pleasure as Akira complied, his hard length ramming just the right spot with every thrust. Fingernails dug into his shoulders, sure to leave marks afterwards as Hikaru arched into each, feeling the pleasure build up to unbearable levels. Akira grabbed his aching erection, pumping it in time with the thrusts, both breathing heavily, their sweat soaked bodies moving in tandem.
Hikaru couldn’t take it anymore. At the brink, then he fell over the edge, white light filling his gaze as he gave a loud cry, spurting white hot liquid into Akira’s hand. A few wild thrusts after that and Akira gave a low, breathy moan, thrusting deep and spilling his own warm essence into Hikaru’s tight body.
Then he collapsed on top of Hikaru, his softened member slipping out easily. He shifted his weight to his side, nestled his head in the juncture at Hikaru’s neck, and wrapped an arm loosely around the other boy, both of them breathing hard.
A few moments of frantically catching their breaths, and Hikaru chuckled, nuzzling at Akira’s hair. “M’gunna hurt tomorrow,” a pause, then affectionately, “Bastard.”
“You deserve it,” Akira mumbled into his neck, sleepiness laced over his voice, “For molesting me under the table. In front of my parents,” he sounded faintly scandalized, though much too tired to express it strongly.
They lapsed back into silence, Hikaru had his eyes shut, breathing slowed so that it appeared as if he was asleep. Akira followed him, cuddling closer, telling himself that he’d clean the mess they made later.
“…mm’glad Sai wasn’t here to watch,” Hikaru mumbled, giving a faint chuckle before he wrapped himself tightly around Akira and for all appearances… went to sleep.
Akira gave a slight smile in reply.
Then he jerked upwards, shaking at Hikaru’s shoulder, “Sai? What about Sai?”
Hikaru groaned, “Shut up, Akira!” and buried his head into his pillow.
“I don’t like cherry blossoms,” Hikaru said, watching the soft pink petals swirl in the air. He sounded wistful, sad, as if he wasn’t really paying attention to what was going on, as if he was far away. “It reminds me of…” he trailed off, usually bright eyes quietly sad.
“Of what, Shindou?” It had been a casual question, tossed out when the other boy didn’t go on.
Hikaru darted him a look, closed his mouth, and shook his head. He stuck his hands in his pockets, forced casualness into his tone, “It’s not important.”
Touya looked as if he were going to ask, to press the other boy for answers for a moment. After all, if it wasn’t important then Hikaru would tell him, that he didn’t spoke volumes. But then he pushed away the urge to ask, to press, to force Hikaru to say what he was going to say.
Someday. Someday.
“I’m hungry!” Hikaru said decisively. He turned laughing eyes at Touya, the darkness having faded away, but not forgotten, “Let’s eat lunch and stop by your father’s go salon.”
“Not ramen!” Preemptive strike, quick and sudden.
“Not fair! I want ramen! Touyaaaa…”
“We go eat ramen three times a week! At least! Not again!”
Hikaru gave him a sly look, “If we go this time, I’ll let you pick next time.”
Touya glowered back, “You said that last time!”
“I mean it this time!”
He looked into Hikaru’s bright eyes, inwardly cringed at the scene they were making in the middle of the street, and relented, “Last time, Shindou. After this, no more ramen for a month.”
Hikaru looked comically aghast, mouth working though no words came out. Until he managed to sputter, “T-that’s impossible!” He turned his head to the side, snubbed his nose into the air, “Who said I had to go with you anyway, huh? I’ll make Waya go with me! Or Isumi!”
Touya just looked at him. Then he crossed his arms.
The other boy sighed, “Fine, fine.” He reached out casually, started to tug on Touya’s sleeve, “Come on. Ramen!”
A small smile formed on Touya’s face as he followed Hikaru, happy that the other boy seemed to snap out of whatever mood he had been in earlier. It was a side of Hikaru that only he got to see, but that didn’t mean that he liked seeing it. He started to mentally counting down. 3… 2… 1…
“How about a week? No ramen for a week?”
“Two weeks, Shindou.”
“Damn it, Touya…”
~~~~~~~~~~~
Bodies tumbling together, mouths sweet and desperate as they clashed, hands roaming under clothes, hips wiggling and arching. Hikaru wrestled with Akira’s shirt, giving a sharp gasp as hands tweaked his nipples. He squirmed some more, the other boy pinning him down, mouth nipping at his collarbone, biting a bit when he squirmed too much.
“T-Touya!” He pleaded, hard and wanting and thrusting his jean clad erection hard into Akira’s own. Last name rather than first, because though he had taken to calling the other boy ‘Akira’ lately, Akira had been for a longer time ‘Touya’ to him.
Hikaru whimpered as Akira’s hand ghosted down, brushing past the hardened nipples, playfully tracing around them, his shirt having been flung to the other side of the room. That hand drifted down farther, teased the area around the waistband, green eyes dark and intense as they locked onto Hikaru’s own.
He mewled; tugging ineffectively at Akira’s prim and awful shirt, distantly thinking that if he ripped it off, then the other boy would have to throw it out. Then any thought flew away as Akira straightened, tugged off his own shirt, leaving smooth expanses of creamy skin for Hikaru to lick, nibble, and suck. Which he did with abandonment, licking the revealed skin, watching with rapt fascination as it bloomed with color.
Akira growled lowly, taking hold of Hikaru’s chin and tilting it up as he claimed his lips, tongue darting in and out playfully for a brief moment before it seemed as if he was trying to suck out Hikaru’s soul through his mouth. Those talented hands unbuttoned his jeans, unzipped them, and pushed down the offending garments until they were swathed mid-thigh on Hikaru. Then they brushed against Hikaru’s erection through the thin boxers.
“Aa…” He squirmed, breaking away from the bruising kiss, “Touya… touch me!” He thrust his hips up hard into Akira’s hand, arms locked around the other boy’s neck. Sleek and wanton and just wanting more, so hard he thought that he was going to burst; he ground his hips hard against Akira.
“Hikaru!” Touya never slipped with his name, Hikaru having pried it out of him some time ago that he had always thought of Hikaru as Hikaru. He pushed him back down, quickly shed the rest of his clothes, skin meeting skin as he melted back into Hikaru’s eager arms.
Hikaru’s pants and boxers had been squirmed out of completely, probably somewhere at the foot of the bed, maybe pushed down to the floor. He didn’t know and he didn’t care, hand buried deep in Akira’s hair, mouth nipping at the exposed skin as his other hand closed around the hard length that was already leaking a small amount of liquid. He stroked it, a smile curling on his lips as Akira gave a strangled cry.
Then he was held down roughly, desire glinting in that dark green gaze as Akira smiled back slightly, predatorily. Then he was gone, shifting off the bed and vanishing into the bathroom.
Hikaru growled, “Akira!” He glared off in the general direction the other boy disappeared to, aching and wanting release. A few moments of impatient waiting, and he resolved to get himself off if that bastard didn’t come back soon, his hand stroking his shaft roughly. He panted, squirmed in the sheets, imagining Touya’s lips covering his own before moving down… down…
“Impatient aren’t you, Hikaru?” Akira gave him a thin smile, eyes eagerly devouring his lithe form as it moved against the white sheets.
“Where were you?” Hikaru ground out, stroking a little faster, licking his lips and spreading his legs in invitation.
In reply, Akira held up a small tube. He slicked his fingers with the lube, crawled back into bed with Hikaru, swirling the slick finger against his offered opening. “You should have known,” then he thrust a finger in, Hikaru arching off the bed with a small cry.
“B-bastard,” the slightly smaller boy huffed out, squirming on the finger and whimpering softly. Another finger was slipped in and he scrunched up his face slightly at the intrusion, not yet used to it.
“Relax,” came the soft voice, Akira stretching the ring of muscle carefully. Then the fingers were taken out, something larger probing at his entrance. Hikaru panted, visibly bracing himself as Akira slid into him, restraint lining his body as the other boy looked down at him, asked tightly, “Are you okay?”
Hikaru could hardly think, just feeling Akira’s hard length throb deep within him, wanting more and abruptly moving his hips to get it. A soft cry came from above him, but he ignored it as he tried to angle his own body, as he tried to make Akira hit…
Right there.
He arched, cried out loudly, as Akira hit that spot in him.
“Move, Touya, move.” He felt as if he was on fire, nerves shrieking with pleasure as Akira complied, his hard length ramming just the right spot with every thrust. Fingernails dug into his shoulders, sure to leave marks afterwards as Hikaru arched into each, feeling the pleasure build up to unbearable levels. Akira grabbed his aching erection, pumping it in time with the thrusts, both breathing heavily, their sweat soaked bodies moving in tandem.
Hikaru couldn’t take it anymore. At the brink, then he fell over the edge, white light filling his gaze as he gave a loud cry, spurting white hot liquid into Akira’s hand. A few wild thrusts after that and Akira gave a low, breathy moan, thrusting deep and spilling his own warm essence into Hikaru’s tight body.
Then he collapsed on top of Hikaru, his softened member slipping out easily. He shifted his weight to his side, nestled his head in the juncture at Hikaru’s neck, and wrapped an arm loosely around the other boy, both of them breathing hard.
A few moments of frantically catching their breaths, and Hikaru chuckled, nuzzling at Akira’s hair. “M’gunna hurt tomorrow,” a pause, then affectionately, “Bastard.”
“You deserve it,” Akira mumbled into his neck, sleepiness laced over his voice, “For molesting me under the table. In front of my parents,” he sounded faintly scandalized, though much too tired to express it strongly.
They lapsed back into silence, Hikaru had his eyes shut, breathing slowed so that it appeared as if he was asleep. Akira followed him, cuddling closer, telling himself that he’d clean the mess they made later.
“…mm’glad Sai wasn’t here to watch,” Hikaru mumbled, giving a faint chuckle before he wrapped himself tightly around Akira and for all appearances… went to sleep.
Akira gave a slight smile in reply.
Then he jerked upwards, shaking at Hikaru’s shoulder, “Sai? What about Sai?”
Hikaru groaned, “Shut up, Akira!” and buried his head into his pillow.