Hikaru No Go Fan Fiction ❯ Juxtaposition ❯ Losing Faith ( Chapter 2 )

AkiHika
NC-17
Prompt: Opaque

Written for the Porn Battle. As such, this is pure smut. Oh, and angst, because I always manage to fit that in somewhere. *Emos*

Hikaru no Go was created by Hotta and Obata and distributed by Viz, Shogakuen and Shonen Jump.

 

Loosing Faith

 

Shindou Hikaru knows exactly what he wants from Touya Akira. He wants to be part of his Go, he wants his intensity and passion on and off the Go board, and above all else, he wants his love.

 

In his more cynical moments, he thinks two out of three ain't bad.

 

Hikaru thinks Touya Akira is being deliberately opaque, but he doesn't dare to speak his mind; not when he can't even be sure of the fragile existence of what they have only at night. Touya never turned him down, but then, he never said much of anything at all. It is no kind of relationship, but Hikaru is grudgingly willing to take what he can get.

 

When the feelings become too much and his own hands not enough, he comes to Akira.

 

When he arrives, he is the initiator, kissing and touching as much of his midnight lover as he can reach, but it never takes Akira long to turn the tide, effectively taking the control and leaving Hikaru powerless to his ministrations. In moments, their clothes are shed. There is no time for any real sense of foreplay, and there is no room for words - Akira makes sure of that. His rushed preparation is as good as it's going to get, and after only a few minutes Akira is slamming into him with an intensity that makes his Go look like a joke. It hurts every time, but Hikaru loves the pain if it means that he gets to have Akira like this.

 

Today he is extra sensual, crossing wires in Hikaru's heart and mind as his body burns with desire in the wake of the able fingers running down his sides on their path to pull up his legs and grant his raven-haired lover the depth he demands. After all, this is what Hikaru comes here for; to get what little Touya Akira is willing to give. But as with any bargain, to get what he wants he must allow his rival to take his share.

 

Akira seems less restrained; his kisses sloppier and his grasp more desperate as he pumps into Hikaru. He is coming to a climax, and their slick bodies slide against each other; the friction maddening. And then it comes - that moment of white hot explosion accompanied by his given name pouring from his temporary lovers' lips, and he responds in kind, for this is the only time they are permitted to speak on these occasions, and it is the only time he is Hikaru, Akira's Lover rather than Shindou, Touya's Go Rival.

 

There is a moment - just one and no longer - where he is permitted to hold Akira as a true lover might, which is always broken by the slight shifting of his rival. He wonders what would happen if he refused to take this cue, but he has never attempted it. He wants to, and he thinks he just might someday, but for now, he climbs out of the bed and collects his clothes. His skin is still sticky and wet, and he smells of sex and that distinct Akira scent, for he has put on his shirt by accident, but doesn't bother to fix the mistake.

 

He briefly considers how long they could possibly do this, and he can't help but feel that something is keeping Akira in the dark, and try as it might, the light he was named after can't get through. Everything about their midnight encounters is obscure, and Hikaru is starting to loose faith.

 

But faith or not, it never takes him long to wind up on Touya Akira's doorstep in the middle of the night.