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Title: Touya's Pride (part 6 of 11)
Author: Ravenna C. Tan
Fandom: Hikaru no Go
Pairing: Hikaru/Akira eventually, Akira/others, sort of (you'll see)
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Non-commercial fanfic.
Summary: Touya Akira loses a match and suffers a crisis of faith. Could wily old Kuwabara-sensei have the answer? Or is the answer to be found in Touya's eternal rival, Shindou Hikaru?
Warnings: This is not a fluffy Aki/Hika fic. There is what could be termed cross-gen/chan, and also psychological manipulation as part of the plot. The sexuality is graphic, but not gratuitous. Touya is 16. Spoilers for the series, also.
A/N: I posted an "intro" to Hikaru no Go for those who want to read the fic without watching or reading the whole series, on LJ and IJ.

Part One is here: LJ and IJ

Part Two: LJ and IJ

Part Three: LJ and IJ

Part Four: LJ and IJ

Part Five: LJ and IJ

Part Six

I didn't think there was any way Shindou could have gotten from his house to mine faster than the taxi could get me there.

But I was wrong. Those were his shoes by the front door.

"Shindou!" I rushed into the house.

"Touya?" He called from the kitchen where he was helping himself to a can of cold tea. "Are you all right?"

"Fine. I'm fine."

"You sounded sort of upset."

"No, just..." Oh, what to say? Happy to see you? Afraid the cat got out? We don't have a cat. "Didn't realize I'd left the door open."

He just stood there, looking at me, the can in his hand.

Damn it! Now I was blushing and neither of us had even said or done anything. I was never going to learn. "Do you want... um... do you..." I have no idea what I was trying to say. He set down the can and stepped closer to me and whatever words I had been going to say just fled like a flock of startled birds.

"Touya," he said, and I couldn't bear his eyes searching mine, so I closed them.

He was so near, I could feel the warmth of the air around him.

"I've got a tutoring session in the morning," he said, voice soft and close, "but I'll spend the night again if you want."

I nodded sharply, once, then felt him brush past me.

"So are we going to play or not?" he asked brightly from the hall toward the Go room.

I blinked and shook myself. Had he not just felt what I felt? "Er... sure. One moment. Um, long taxi ride." I fled to the bathroom.

I stood looking at myself in the mirror over the basin. I'd called him. He was the one who'd asked if I was alone, if I wanted him to come. I'd said yes. He'd come. On the phone I could have sworn he was talking about us playing Go tonight as just a cover in case his mother were listening. Maybe I imagined it?

I thought over the opening moves again. He was here. So... did that mean it was my turn now? Was that it?

The plug had to come out. I had enough to worry about tonight without that. I took off my jacket and slipped out of my trousers, then lay back on the floor to pull it free.

Damn it. Sometimes it just did not want to come out, as if it were vacuum-sealed in there. And it would never come free anymore if my cock was hard. Which it was, thanks to Shindou standing so close to me.

I hissed and swore. I just had to relax and then it would come free. Just relax.

Honestly, I loved the feeling of the plug coming out, almost as much as the sensation of it going in. There was always a warm rush of pleasure over my skin as it moved one direction or the other.

I imagined it was Shindou grasping it around the base. Come on, Touya, you can do it.

It's stuck! I can't!

Touya, let go. I want to put something else there...

Oh, yes. I couldn't believe the things my imagination led me to, but... "Kuso!" I swore sharply as I yanked it free and then banged my fist against the floor. It hurt, and I curled on the floor, panting hard and trembling.

"Touya? Are you all right?" His voice was right outside the door.

"I'm fine!" I called, my voice shaking as I scrambled to sit up and shove the plug under the sink.

"Are you sure? You don't sound so good..."

"I'll be right there! Just wait for me!"

There was no answer. I didn't hear his footsteps so he was probably still standing there, but at least he didn't open the door.

I moved slowly, checking myself. Hm, no blood, and now I felt fine. There'd only been that one sharp moment when it had been too much. I washed my hands and face, took my tie off, and put my pants back on. My penis had decided to go back to sleep for a while, thankfully.

When I slid open the door, Shindou was standing right there, looking... angry.

"Are you sure you're all right?" he demanded.

"I'm perfectly fine!" I shouted back. "I'll prove it!" I pushed past him toward the Goban, threw myself to my knees and slammed a stone down onto the wood.

He followed on my heels and did the same, the sound ringing in the room. "Fine! But if I win you have to tell me what's going on!"

I glared at him. "There's nothing going on!" I slammed another stone down.

He made a disgusted noise. "Sure there isn't. If I win, you'll answer my questions." He put another stone on the board, almost without taking his eyes off me.

"And if I win? What then?" I placed another stone without hesitation.

"I'll... I'll... I'll do whatever you want. You pick something. I'll... I'll clean your room or... well, it's so neat anyway maybe that wouldn't work... or... or you can make me wear bunny ears to a match, or... whatever you want. It won't matter because I'm going to win this game, though." He placed another stone.

"Bunny ears," I said with disdain. "I'll think of something better than that." But at the moment I wasn't thinking of anything but how to beat him.

In the end, I won by only one and a half moku. But I won. Shindou looked livid, and he bowed stiffly to thank me for the game, voice tight. A shiver went through me then, as it usually did after a win, a spreading pleasure that started at my center and moved outward to my fingers and toes. I closed my eyes briefly and then looked at him again.

He sat back on his heels, eyes round and glaring, but subdued. "What are you going to make me do?"

"Oh." I really didn't know what to ask him to do. A flicker of the fantasy I'd had went through my mind, but there was no way I would ask for that. "Hm." I put my hand over my mouth as I thought. Baka. That was stupid. You should have bet on him to tell you what was going on with him. His connection with 'Sai.' I supposed I could still press the issue, that what I asked him to "do" would be to tell me, but that felt too much like bending the rules.

I briefly thought of asking Shindou to play another game, this one naked, but I didn't want him to learn the things I had! I was depending on Kuwabara-sensei's technique to keep me ahead of my rival. Was the only reason he came here to find out what was "wrong" with me? I hadn't called him so that he could find out!

I called him because I didn't want to spend another night alone. Last night had been peaceful. The sound of him breathing quietly, the warmth of him near...

"Before we go to sleep tonight," I said, suddenly seized with an idea. "I want you to rub my back."

He laughed and sounded relieved. "Okay. I can do that. How much later do you want to stay up?" He yawned rather obviously.

"Now's fine," I said, getting to my feet. "No need to drop not so subtle hints."

"Yeah, well, you can be kind of dense sometimes."

"Baka. That's why you should just come right out and say." I went into my room to change into pajamas while he went into the washroom.

I straightened the futons and fluffed the pillows, then when Shindou emerged, I took my turn in the bathroom. For once, I didn't have to do anything questionable.

When I returned to the bedroom, Shindou was sitting crosslegged on the futon and staring at the space in front of him like it was a Goban, a look of concentration, his brows drawn together.

"When we first met," I said, leaning in the doorway, "you had never had such a serious look on your face in your life."

He looked up at me. "Yeah. And you..." His expression softened. "Your eyes... I had never seen such serious eyes on anyone, much less a kid my own age." He patted the futon next to him. "Come down here if you want your back rubbed."

"All right." I left my slippers by the door and sat next to him, then stretched out on my stomach, my head pillowed on the crook of my arm.

He placed one warm hand in the center of my back and I felt the tension between my shoulder blades.

"Wow, Touya, relax," he said, taking a deep breath himself and letting it out slowly. I tried to do the same. He began rubbing in a slow circle. "Yeah, your eyes. I couldn't... I couldn't get them out of my mind."

It sounded like a confession, his voice getting quieter toward the end. I tried to breathe deeply and evenly.

"Take off your shirt, let me do this properly," he said.

"But this is nice," I said, starting to relax somewhat at last.

"This'll be even nicer, I promise."

I acquiesced, slipping out of my pajama shirt and then settling back down. I tensed then as he straddled my hips, but then the heels of his palms pressed down on either side of my spine and I groaned. He began kneading me like a cat, one hand and then the other, working his way down my spine.

It was nicer. And then it began to feel like something more.

As the full force of my earlier fantasy hit me, my breath caught.

He lifted his hands. "All right? Did I hit something wrong?"

I shook my head. "Just... It's okay, I just..." Just what? What was I trying to say? I was starting to tremble a bit under him. "Maybe that's enough."

He slipped beside me then and lay down, his hand returning to rub circles on my now bare back. "Touya... you're all tense again."

I shrugged. "I'm fine."

"Waya says you're high strung."

"What does Waya know about me?"

"Don't get annoyed. I'm... I'm just saying. Relaxing is good for you. It's not good to be so tense all the time." Now he was stroking my back, down my spine, and against all sense, I did feel myself relaxing some. Or maybe that was exhaustion finally creeping in. It had been a long day--a long week. And for all our butting heads and competitiveness with each other... I felt safe with Shindou. Safe and warm.

I might have murmured something to that effect. He did not stop rubbing and stroking me until after I was asleep.

(continue to part seven!)