[HnG] Reactions (NC-17) [Impatience arc Part 13]
Title: Reactions
Author: Kimmie (tasukichiriko@hotmail.com)
Category: shonen ai
Pairings: AkiHika
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters, I mean no harm, I have no money... Stuff like that. Yeah. (Hotta and Obana, guys!)
Rating: NC-17.
Warnings: None.
Spoilers: None.
Notes: Part thirteen of the "Impatience" arc... I'm still amazed that I've posted a part per day. Enjoy! (Find previous parts at Jumpy Boys.)
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The room was spacious, clean, and yet mostly filled by the large bed against the far wall. Hikaru bounded over to it, dropped his suitcase at the bottom of the bed, and jumped in the air, landing with a soft *thump* on the mattress and upsetting the blankets and pillows. "You got a bed!"
Akira set his own suitcase by the dresser. "Yes, I asked for a bed. This is a western-style hotel, but it was the most reasonably-priced one for being close to the game hall."
Hikaru suddenly sat up. "You only got one bed. Akira!" He was smiling with an extra curve to his lips. "You lecher."
"I am no such thing." Akira resisted the urge to touch his face to see if his blush was burning his face like it seemed. "They were out of two-bed rooms when I called. I figured that you were adult enough to share with me without a fuss. We may not share the same futon, but we've been sleeping next to each other for a while now. I assumed it would be fine."
Getting up and setting his suitcase, if not the bed, to rights, Hikaru stretched his arms over his head amd looked out the window and over the city. "How much time before you report to the go center?"
Akira checked his watch. "Three and a half hours or so. But, we need to unpack first, and get lunch."
Hikaru made a face and sat down on the edge of the bed. "We could have left later, you know."
"You always have to allow for complications. What if the train had stopped on the way here because a tree had fallen across the tracks? You never know."
"I usually just take my chances."
Akira came over and sat next to him. "I know. That's why I made sure to tell you that we needed to leave by eight. If I had told you that I wasn't due here until two o'clock, you would have said that we could leave right after lunch, and I would have missed my appointment even if I'd let you handle the hotel check-in."
Hikaru frowned. "I don't like it when you're right."
"You don't seem to like me when I'm wrong, either." Akira laughed.
Brushing Akira's hair away from his face, Hikaru leaned in and brushed his lips softly against the other man's. "I like you all the time, no matter that I'm currently screwing up saying."
Akira caught at Hikaru's lips, making the kiss more firm. "All the more reason that you should be glad to be here early. We can have lunch and get in a game before we go." He looked at Hikaru quizzically. "Are you going to come with me? I know this part isn't the game... just the press session, really..."
Hikaru cupped Akira's hand in his knee and stroked it gently. "Yeah. I'll be there."
"How about that game?"
Pulling out the magnetic goban, Hikaru set it up quickly and said, "I'm white this time. You always get it."
"Okay, Hikaru." Akira grinned and turned the set so that he could grab the small black magnets.
The game, as always, was incredibly good.
When Akira arrived at the go center with Hikaru in tow, there were people who whispered. Akira knew he overheard someone saying, "Since when did Shindou-pro have a game here tomorrow?" Hikaru, on the other hand, heard an elderly gentleman laugh sickly and say, "Everyone knows they hate each other. What are they both doing here?" Hikaru took the opportunity to walk a bit closer to Akira who gave him a strange look, but allowed it.
Akira took a seat at the low table in the front of the room next to an opponent that he didn't know well at all. But, he'd seen the man play, and wasn't worried in the slightest. Hikaru sat near the back of the room, already sprawling out on his cushion instead of even trying for seiza. Akira smiled to see it.
Only a few moments later, the press began to enter. Akira recognized "Weekly Go"'s Nagoya correspondant and a few others, but there were many others whom he didn't recognize, such as a few teenagers in the bunch, perhaps doing articles for their school papers. Even as they sat down, they were all whispering amongst themselves. Akira couldn't help but think it was somehow about Hikaru, as it always seemed to be.
The press session started and the first question tipped Akira off about what was to come. "Touya-san, why is Shindou-san here?"
Akira was momentarily taken aback, but found an answer soon enough. "He's a friend and is traveling with me."
A woman near the back asked, "There are rumors going around that you and Shindou-san have a long-standing rivalry. What of this?"
"We consider each other eternal rivals who always push each other to the best game of go. We are, of course, aiming for the Hand of God."
"Do you think you've found it?" the "Weekly Go" correspondant asked.
Akira smiled brightly. "I think we grow ever-closer each day."
One of the other reporters turned to Hikaru who had a look of amusement on his face. "Shindou-san, how often do the two of you play?"
Hikaru looked around at the reporters. "Hey, this isn't my press conference."
"Hikaru, get up here," Akira said, gesturing toward the cushion next to him. His opponent looked murderous about the fact that he wasn't even on the outskirts of attention here.
Hikaru took the offered seat and rolled his eyes, answering the last question. "We play several times a day."
One of the teenagers asked a question. "How do you play several times a day when no one ever sees you together?"
Akira cleared his throat. "Because we live together."
There was a moment of silence in the room and then a frenzy of questions. "How long have you lived together?" "Who does the cooking?" "Where do you live?" "Are you sleeping together?"
The last question took Akira off guard and he sat in stunned silence. Hikaru put a hand on his shoulder and looked toward him with care, ignoring the flashes of cameras taking pictures. "Are you okay? Do you care if I tell?"
Akira looked up at Hikaru, saw the worry in his eyes, and turned toward the press again. "We've lived together for several months now. Hikaru cooks. He's excellent, and I do the cleaning in return. We live in an apartment near the Go Organization in Tokyo and play go whenever we're together which isn't often because our schedules are almost entirely different. We sleep in futons next to each other. Now, if you'll excuse us..." Akira stood up and left the room with Hikaru trailing after him, looking almost apologetic.
They were back in the hotel room before either of them said a word.
Akira took off his shoes and lay down on the bed. "I didn't expect them to be such vultures today." He looked at Hikaru. "Since when did any of that have anything to do with go?"
Hikaru sat down on the bed and looked down at Akira with a soft expression on his face. "Because we are go. Or, we might as well be sometimes. They need something more newsworthy than the fact that you're going to play some guy that no one cares about and will win without even trying."
"I didn't come out and tell them that we're dating, did I?"
Hikaru laughed. "Not in so many words. They probably know, and can even publish photos to back up the fact that, oh my god, I touched your shoulder and looked at you, but there's nothing they can actually use to say that, yes, we are together, completely, forever."
Akira turned onto his side facing Hikaru, his body curling toward the other man. "I wanted to say it. I wanted to say that they could go ahead and publish the wedding announcement even though we hadn't decided on a day, a time, who would be the bride, or even the color scheme."
"You think of everything," Hikaru said. "Just... one thing." He walked over to his suitcase and rummaged around in it a bit. He took an item out and Akira blushed fiercely, remembering what he'd found in Hikaru's suitcase the night before. Was this it?
Hikaru sat on the bed again and grasped Akira's hand in his. "Will you marry me?" He held up a ring box and opened it for Akira to see.
The band was a simple gold number that gleamed in the light. Akira looked between it and Hikaru several times, his eyes welling up with emotion. "You..." He took a deep, shuddery breath. "You... didn't get onyx and opals to look like go stones? I'm disappointed!" He laughed, and took the ring from the box, slipping it onto his finger. "It fits perfectly."
Hikaru laughed. "When I took a go stone to the store to size it against, the lady at the counter looked at me funny."
Akira smiled. "When did you do this?"
"Yesterday." He paused. "You don't think it really takes *that* long to get a pair of train tickets, do you?" Hikaru reached up and smoothed back Akira's hair.
Looking at the ring on his finger, Akira clenched his fist and held it to his chest. "I do, by the way."
"I figured. That's usually what it means when they put on the ring."
"I... I'm ready."
"To get married? But, we have all the plans to make still."
"No," Akira said, sitting up and taking off his jacket. "I want to make love to you."
Hikaru blushed. "Are you... sure?"
Akira bit his bottom lip, but nodded, beginning to unbutton his shirt. "I think I knew it was going to happen. I think I knew after our first game that we were going to be seeing a lot of each other in life... I just didn't imagine it taking on quite this context."
"When do you..."
Akira pulled his shirt from his pants and took it off. "I thought that was pretty obvious."
Hikaru began rummaging around in his suitcase again, quickly finding the lubricant and condoms. "I, um, packed these sort of, just in case."
Akira nodded. "I know. I saw them last night when I was making sure we had everything."
"I'm glad I didn't put the ring in until this morning, then."
"Is that why you were still in the room when I got out of the shower?"
Hikaru sat down on the bed again. "You're a smart one, Touya-san."
Akira smiled. "You're not so bad yourself."
They both stripped down to their underwear and kneeled on the bed as though they were about to play a game. Akira made the first move, to his own surprise, by kissing Hikaru soundly and pressing against his chest. Hikaru responded in earnest, urging Akira to lay down as he worked a line of kisses along his neck, eliciting a long stream of moans from Akira's mouth.
"You make me crazy," Akira murmured as he lay against the pillow, his head falling to one side as Hikaru did the most fabulous things to his collarbone. Hikaru didn't respond with words. He simply removed Akira's boxers and then his own.
By this point, they were both hard, and whatever reservations that Akira had before starting had diminished now in the face of the pleasureful sensations that filled his whole being. Hikaru had made room for himself between Akira's spread legs, bringing one of them up to hook around his own side. He leaned down and stroked Akira's face gently, whispering romantic ideals and passionate dreams in his ear, causing Akira to flush prettily and spread his legs even wider.
The preparation was simple. Hikaru put a dollop of lubricant on his fingers and smoothed them against Akira's entrance, penetrating with one finger. He worked Akira open, plying him with kisses and more gentle words throughout, until the other man was panting with need, his hands clutching at his legs so he could hold himself open for Hikaru.
Hikaru slid on a condom, and positioned himself at Akira's entrance. "This might sting a little, you know."
Akira nodded, his face already pink with exertion. "I know. I'm ready."
Pushing forward, Hikaru felt Akira give way for him, allowing him deep inside. The feeling was heady and dizzying and overwhelming, nearly bringing him to the pinnacle before he'd settled himself in fully the first time. Akira clutched at Hikaru's shoulders and trembled slightly. He was panting heavily right into Hikaru's ear, and it affected him as much as how hot and tight Akira was.
Hikaru found his calm through no help from Akira and pulled out slowly, holding for a moment before pushing back in. Akira pushed back against him and made little noises that seemed to have been designed to drive Hikaru insane. He increased his rhythm until they were moving like a well-oiled machine. When Hikaru glimpsed Akira reaching a hand down between them, not to grasp at his own member, but to let his fingers feel just how Hikaru was entering him; he found himself falling into an ever-worldly oblivion. His hips beat an even faster rhythm against Akira's backside as he kissed him deeply.
Akira arched into Hikaru's embrace, his legs clutched ineffectually around his lover. He let his hand fall back to slide softly up his own length, and then tipped over the edge, crying out against Hikaru's skin as he came, feeling Hikaru lay his own weight on top of Akira's body as he, too, found orgasm.
They lay in a shuddering, hazy existence for several moments that seemed overly real, with every breath an echo of the one before until they quieted to a calm. Hikaru pulled himself from Akira and lay back against the bed with his eyes wide. Akira turned to him and smiled softly. "Do you think we're going to be happy?"
Hikaru laughed and eased himself up into a sitting position. "I think we're going to be ecstatic for the rest of our lives." He threw the condom away and grimaced at the state of himself, his expression growing more dramatic as he looked at Akira. "C'mon, we need a shower."
"Together?"
"We just had sex, Akira. Or didn't you notice?" He smiled and held out a hand to help Akira up. "I think it'll be okay if I see you naked for a little while longer. Not that I'm minding in the slightest..."
Akira grinned and let Hikaru help him up, wincing as he put weight on his legs. "Oh, god. I have to sit in seiza tomorrow. I'm going to make it a quick game... a *very* quick game."
Hikaru pulled Akira close and held him there, smiling and caressing Akira's upper arms with his thumbs. "I'll play you after that... in bed."
"I think I'll still be sore," Akira said, groaning slightly.
"I hadn't planned on that. I was talking about a game of go, actually." Hikaru laughed. "For once, you have something on your brain other than go."
Akira blushed. "Let's go take that shower."
The rest of the evening was spent indulging in a warm shower, fluffy towels, go, room service, and each other's company. All in all, a perfect evening, except the dull ache that echoed through Akira's body at odd times. Thankfully, Hikaru's kisses were a powerful pain reliever in that they made him forget everything, sometimes even the move he'd planned for their game.
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Owari. ^_~
Author: Kimmie (tasukichiriko@hotmail.com)
Category: shonen ai
Pairings: AkiHika
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters, I mean no harm, I have no money... Stuff like that. Yeah. (Hotta and Obana, guys!)
Rating: NC-17.
Warnings: None.
Spoilers: None.
Notes: Part thirteen of the "Impatience" arc... I'm still amazed that I've posted a part per day. Enjoy! (Find previous parts at Jumpy Boys.)
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The room was spacious, clean, and yet mostly filled by the large bed against the far wall. Hikaru bounded over to it, dropped his suitcase at the bottom of the bed, and jumped in the air, landing with a soft *thump* on the mattress and upsetting the blankets and pillows. "You got a bed!"
Akira set his own suitcase by the dresser. "Yes, I asked for a bed. This is a western-style hotel, but it was the most reasonably-priced one for being close to the game hall."
Hikaru suddenly sat up. "You only got one bed. Akira!" He was smiling with an extra curve to his lips. "You lecher."
"I am no such thing." Akira resisted the urge to touch his face to see if his blush was burning his face like it seemed. "They were out of two-bed rooms when I called. I figured that you were adult enough to share with me without a fuss. We may not share the same futon, but we've been sleeping next to each other for a while now. I assumed it would be fine."
Getting up and setting his suitcase, if not the bed, to rights, Hikaru stretched his arms over his head amd looked out the window and over the city. "How much time before you report to the go center?"
Akira checked his watch. "Three and a half hours or so. But, we need to unpack first, and get lunch."
Hikaru made a face and sat down on the edge of the bed. "We could have left later, you know."
"You always have to allow for complications. What if the train had stopped on the way here because a tree had fallen across the tracks? You never know."
"I usually just take my chances."
Akira came over and sat next to him. "I know. That's why I made sure to tell you that we needed to leave by eight. If I had told you that I wasn't due here until two o'clock, you would have said that we could leave right after lunch, and I would have missed my appointment even if I'd let you handle the hotel check-in."
Hikaru frowned. "I don't like it when you're right."
"You don't seem to like me when I'm wrong, either." Akira laughed.
Brushing Akira's hair away from his face, Hikaru leaned in and brushed his lips softly against the other man's. "I like you all the time, no matter that I'm currently screwing up saying."
Akira caught at Hikaru's lips, making the kiss more firm. "All the more reason that you should be glad to be here early. We can have lunch and get in a game before we go." He looked at Hikaru quizzically. "Are you going to come with me? I know this part isn't the game... just the press session, really..."
Hikaru cupped Akira's hand in his knee and stroked it gently. "Yeah. I'll be there."
"How about that game?"
Pulling out the magnetic goban, Hikaru set it up quickly and said, "I'm white this time. You always get it."
"Okay, Hikaru." Akira grinned and turned the set so that he could grab the small black magnets.
The game, as always, was incredibly good.
When Akira arrived at the go center with Hikaru in tow, there were people who whispered. Akira knew he overheard someone saying, "Since when did Shindou-pro have a game here tomorrow?" Hikaru, on the other hand, heard an elderly gentleman laugh sickly and say, "Everyone knows they hate each other. What are they both doing here?" Hikaru took the opportunity to walk a bit closer to Akira who gave him a strange look, but allowed it.
Akira took a seat at the low table in the front of the room next to an opponent that he didn't know well at all. But, he'd seen the man play, and wasn't worried in the slightest. Hikaru sat near the back of the room, already sprawling out on his cushion instead of even trying for seiza. Akira smiled to see it.
Only a few moments later, the press began to enter. Akira recognized "Weekly Go"'s Nagoya correspondant and a few others, but there were many others whom he didn't recognize, such as a few teenagers in the bunch, perhaps doing articles for their school papers. Even as they sat down, they were all whispering amongst themselves. Akira couldn't help but think it was somehow about Hikaru, as it always seemed to be.
The press session started and the first question tipped Akira off about what was to come. "Touya-san, why is Shindou-san here?"
Akira was momentarily taken aback, but found an answer soon enough. "He's a friend and is traveling with me."
A woman near the back asked, "There are rumors going around that you and Shindou-san have a long-standing rivalry. What of this?"
"We consider each other eternal rivals who always push each other to the best game of go. We are, of course, aiming for the Hand of God."
"Do you think you've found it?" the "Weekly Go" correspondant asked.
Akira smiled brightly. "I think we grow ever-closer each day."
One of the other reporters turned to Hikaru who had a look of amusement on his face. "Shindou-san, how often do the two of you play?"
Hikaru looked around at the reporters. "Hey, this isn't my press conference."
"Hikaru, get up here," Akira said, gesturing toward the cushion next to him. His opponent looked murderous about the fact that he wasn't even on the outskirts of attention here.
Hikaru took the offered seat and rolled his eyes, answering the last question. "We play several times a day."
One of the teenagers asked a question. "How do you play several times a day when no one ever sees you together?"
Akira cleared his throat. "Because we live together."
There was a moment of silence in the room and then a frenzy of questions. "How long have you lived together?" "Who does the cooking?" "Where do you live?" "Are you sleeping together?"
The last question took Akira off guard and he sat in stunned silence. Hikaru put a hand on his shoulder and looked toward him with care, ignoring the flashes of cameras taking pictures. "Are you okay? Do you care if I tell?"
Akira looked up at Hikaru, saw the worry in his eyes, and turned toward the press again. "We've lived together for several months now. Hikaru cooks. He's excellent, and I do the cleaning in return. We live in an apartment near the Go Organization in Tokyo and play go whenever we're together which isn't often because our schedules are almost entirely different. We sleep in futons next to each other. Now, if you'll excuse us..." Akira stood up and left the room with Hikaru trailing after him, looking almost apologetic.
They were back in the hotel room before either of them said a word.
Akira took off his shoes and lay down on the bed. "I didn't expect them to be such vultures today." He looked at Hikaru. "Since when did any of that have anything to do with go?"
Hikaru sat down on the bed and looked down at Akira with a soft expression on his face. "Because we are go. Or, we might as well be sometimes. They need something more newsworthy than the fact that you're going to play some guy that no one cares about and will win without even trying."
"I didn't come out and tell them that we're dating, did I?"
Hikaru laughed. "Not in so many words. They probably know, and can even publish photos to back up the fact that, oh my god, I touched your shoulder and looked at you, but there's nothing they can actually use to say that, yes, we are together, completely, forever."
Akira turned onto his side facing Hikaru, his body curling toward the other man. "I wanted to say it. I wanted to say that they could go ahead and publish the wedding announcement even though we hadn't decided on a day, a time, who would be the bride, or even the color scheme."
"You think of everything," Hikaru said. "Just... one thing." He walked over to his suitcase and rummaged around in it a bit. He took an item out and Akira blushed fiercely, remembering what he'd found in Hikaru's suitcase the night before. Was this it?
Hikaru sat on the bed again and grasped Akira's hand in his. "Will you marry me?" He held up a ring box and opened it for Akira to see.
The band was a simple gold number that gleamed in the light. Akira looked between it and Hikaru several times, his eyes welling up with emotion. "You..." He took a deep, shuddery breath. "You... didn't get onyx and opals to look like go stones? I'm disappointed!" He laughed, and took the ring from the box, slipping it onto his finger. "It fits perfectly."
Hikaru laughed. "When I took a go stone to the store to size it against, the lady at the counter looked at me funny."
Akira smiled. "When did you do this?"
"Yesterday." He paused. "You don't think it really takes *that* long to get a pair of train tickets, do you?" Hikaru reached up and smoothed back Akira's hair.
Looking at the ring on his finger, Akira clenched his fist and held it to his chest. "I do, by the way."
"I figured. That's usually what it means when they put on the ring."
"I... I'm ready."
"To get married? But, we have all the plans to make still."
"No," Akira said, sitting up and taking off his jacket. "I want to make love to you."
Hikaru blushed. "Are you... sure?"
Akira bit his bottom lip, but nodded, beginning to unbutton his shirt. "I think I knew it was going to happen. I think I knew after our first game that we were going to be seeing a lot of each other in life... I just didn't imagine it taking on quite this context."
"When do you..."
Akira pulled his shirt from his pants and took it off. "I thought that was pretty obvious."
Hikaru began rummaging around in his suitcase again, quickly finding the lubricant and condoms. "I, um, packed these sort of, just in case."
Akira nodded. "I know. I saw them last night when I was making sure we had everything."
"I'm glad I didn't put the ring in until this morning, then."
"Is that why you were still in the room when I got out of the shower?"
Hikaru sat down on the bed again. "You're a smart one, Touya-san."
Akira smiled. "You're not so bad yourself."
They both stripped down to their underwear and kneeled on the bed as though they were about to play a game. Akira made the first move, to his own surprise, by kissing Hikaru soundly and pressing against his chest. Hikaru responded in earnest, urging Akira to lay down as he worked a line of kisses along his neck, eliciting a long stream of moans from Akira's mouth.
"You make me crazy," Akira murmured as he lay against the pillow, his head falling to one side as Hikaru did the most fabulous things to his collarbone. Hikaru didn't respond with words. He simply removed Akira's boxers and then his own.
By this point, they were both hard, and whatever reservations that Akira had before starting had diminished now in the face of the pleasureful sensations that filled his whole being. Hikaru had made room for himself between Akira's spread legs, bringing one of them up to hook around his own side. He leaned down and stroked Akira's face gently, whispering romantic ideals and passionate dreams in his ear, causing Akira to flush prettily and spread his legs even wider.
The preparation was simple. Hikaru put a dollop of lubricant on his fingers and smoothed them against Akira's entrance, penetrating with one finger. He worked Akira open, plying him with kisses and more gentle words throughout, until the other man was panting with need, his hands clutching at his legs so he could hold himself open for Hikaru.
Hikaru slid on a condom, and positioned himself at Akira's entrance. "This might sting a little, you know."
Akira nodded, his face already pink with exertion. "I know. I'm ready."
Pushing forward, Hikaru felt Akira give way for him, allowing him deep inside. The feeling was heady and dizzying and overwhelming, nearly bringing him to the pinnacle before he'd settled himself in fully the first time. Akira clutched at Hikaru's shoulders and trembled slightly. He was panting heavily right into Hikaru's ear, and it affected him as much as how hot and tight Akira was.
Hikaru found his calm through no help from Akira and pulled out slowly, holding for a moment before pushing back in. Akira pushed back against him and made little noises that seemed to have been designed to drive Hikaru insane. He increased his rhythm until they were moving like a well-oiled machine. When Hikaru glimpsed Akira reaching a hand down between them, not to grasp at his own member, but to let his fingers feel just how Hikaru was entering him; he found himself falling into an ever-worldly oblivion. His hips beat an even faster rhythm against Akira's backside as he kissed him deeply.
Akira arched into Hikaru's embrace, his legs clutched ineffectually around his lover. He let his hand fall back to slide softly up his own length, and then tipped over the edge, crying out against Hikaru's skin as he came, feeling Hikaru lay his own weight on top of Akira's body as he, too, found orgasm.
They lay in a shuddering, hazy existence for several moments that seemed overly real, with every breath an echo of the one before until they quieted to a calm. Hikaru pulled himself from Akira and lay back against the bed with his eyes wide. Akira turned to him and smiled softly. "Do you think we're going to be happy?"
Hikaru laughed and eased himself up into a sitting position. "I think we're going to be ecstatic for the rest of our lives." He threw the condom away and grimaced at the state of himself, his expression growing more dramatic as he looked at Akira. "C'mon, we need a shower."
"Together?"
"We just had sex, Akira. Or didn't you notice?" He smiled and held out a hand to help Akira up. "I think it'll be okay if I see you naked for a little while longer. Not that I'm minding in the slightest..."
Akira grinned and let Hikaru help him up, wincing as he put weight on his legs. "Oh, god. I have to sit in seiza tomorrow. I'm going to make it a quick game... a *very* quick game."
Hikaru pulled Akira close and held him there, smiling and caressing Akira's upper arms with his thumbs. "I'll play you after that... in bed."
"I think I'll still be sore," Akira said, groaning slightly.
"I hadn't planned on that. I was talking about a game of go, actually." Hikaru laughed. "For once, you have something on your brain other than go."
Akira blushed. "Let's go take that shower."
The rest of the evening was spent indulging in a warm shower, fluffy towels, go, room service, and each other's company. All in all, a perfect evening, except the dull ache that echoed through Akira's body at odd times. Thankfully, Hikaru's kisses were a powerful pain reliever in that they made him forget everything, sometimes even the move he'd planned for their game.
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Owari. ^_~