#this is about the longest lemon ive ever written

NSFW | Part of Akihika Reboot [6] | Set to year 2016 (13 years post-anime) | Please check out the amazing art on this by @xhellybeanx (Thank you dear!)

A week passes quickly for those who are always busy. Akira’s schedule was packed up with numerous league matches, and he hardly had time to rest, but still he insisted to be there when Hikaru was to be dispatched from the hospital on Saturday. ­Ichikawa was kind enough to offer them a ride home. On the way back, Akira was so exhausted that he fell asleep in the car, his head slumping onto Hikaru’s shoulder. Hikaru, on the other hand, was well-rested and energized, having gotten more rest at the hospital than he normally did.

He pushes himself so hard… Hikaru couldn’t help but feel for Akira. He knew Akira was doing it for him. He always tries so hard to stay ahead, so that Hikaru would continue to chase after him. But sometimes, Hikaru wished Akira would look back and understand that no matter what, Hikaru would always be chasing him, so there was no need to rush (he’s not saying this just ‘cause he’s still behind Akira). No matter if Akira was going fast or slow, Hikaru would always be looking at him. And if and when Hikaru does surpass Akira, then it would be his turn to wait for Akira to chase and surpass him again. It was a game for two, like a tug-of-war, back and forth, back and forth. It wasn’t like he would just leave Akira once he’s passed him (not that Akira would let him, he was sure of that) or chase after someone else. They always had each other’s back; that was the one thing they could count on.

“Here we are.” Ichikawa said as she pulled up to the front gate of the Touya residence. Together they woke Akira up so that they could help Hikaru inside with his stuff.

“You okay?” Hikaru asked once they’ve settled down. Akira still looked groggy and sleepy. “Why don’t you go get some sleep? We can order dinner.”

Akira nodded slowly before dragging himself towards their bedroom, where he pulled out his futon and laid it out onto the tatami. Hikaru let him sleep through the whole afternoon until it was time for dinner. They ordered soba, even though Hikaru wasn’t a fan of it, and ate in an odd silence. There was an unsettling atmosphere in the house, and it originated from Akira’s quietness. Was he still tired? He doesn’t look it. Hikaru couldn’t figure out what was wrong; he himself was feeling much better, having had rest and food after a mellow afternoon.

“Wanna play a game?” He asked. Akira nodded, but only after a moment of distracted hesitation.

The distraction lingered. Akira wasn’t playing at his best game. It felt like he had his mind on something else, and wasn’t trying his best at reading the Go board. What was he thinking? It was so unusual of Akira to not concentrate on a game with Hikaru.

“I’m gonna beat you if you keep playing like this.” Hikaru tried. Akira didn’t even respond; his eyes were glued to the Go board but they weren’t reading the game at all. Hikaru didn’t understand that Akira was doing it so that he didn’t have to look Hikaru in the eyes. If he did that now… Akira wasn’t sure he could keep his composure or sanity in check. Even as Hikaru set down a final move on a trap that Akira would normally have easily detected and blocked, all Akira could concentrate on was that ring on Hikaru’s left hand (his temporary playing hand). The board was now largely in Hikaru’s favor, and there was no point in continuing because Akira’s mind was on something else entirely different from Go.

“I resign.” Akira said. Hikaru expected it, just as Akira did too. Hikaru sensed frustration in Akira, though it is well-veiled and dressed to look like exhaustion or boredom. Could he…? “I’ll clean up.” Akira said as he piled the stones by color.

Hikaru reached out and stopped Akira’s hands. He moved smoothly towards Akira’s face and easily stole his lips. He only needed to initiate a few kisses before Akira kissed back with full force hungrily and passionately. It surprised Hikaru a little. When they parted for air, Hikaru saw the most intensely lustful eyes on Akira he has seen to date. That’s right… it was their first night to share as spouses (informality notwithstanding). How could he have forgotten? That explains Akira’s frustration: as the quieter of the two, he was always reluctant to express his desires, especially carnal ones.

That alone would be enough to drive Hikaru crazy. Those eyes that he had spent the good half of his life chasing are now looking at nothing but himself, and with such pure want. “Touya…” He whispered just before they continued their kiss, and he pushed Akira down onto the futon Akira had laid out earlier, Go stones all but forgotten on the board. Akira’s arms have him in the tightest hug as they shared kiss after kiss after kiss.

“Sorry, I don’t know how well I can do it with one arm…” Hikaru said as he straddled Akira. He’s pretty useless when he can’t even take off his own clothes.

“It’s ok…” Akira said softly and he guided Hikaru to switch positions, tugging him by the cast on his right arm, now doodled with the children’s signatures and graffiti. He mounted on top of Hikaru instead, reaching up to turn off the lights with two pulls of the switch. “I’ll do it.”

So Hikaru watched under the faint moonlight, from his “lowly” position, as Akira stripped them both of clothing. Akira’s long black hair made a veil around his face as he looked down, and Hikaru thought that he would be content to die then and there, if this was the last thing he saw.

Clearly Akira wouldn’t let that be the case. His head bobbed out of Hikaru’s sight, and before Hikaru’s eyes could follow they squeezed shut at the sudden stab of pleasure coming from between his legs. Akira’s mouth was warm and wet, and Hikaru couldn’t stop the string of moans escaping his throat. He let his left hand rest comfortably on Akira’s head, fingers interweaving with soft strands of hair as Akira’s head moved up and down steadily. When he could pull himself together, Hikaru stole a glance down at the incredibly erotic sight. Here and there Akira would sometimes shoot a glance back at him, his face flushed and his expression still shy but a little bolder than before. It was all Hikaru could do not to buck his hips.

“Touya… I’m almost…” Hikaru’s hand slid down to cup Akira’s cheek, moments before his orgasm hit, as the only warning. This time his hips did buck a little, and Akira held them down. The ring on Akira’s hand that once felt icy against Hikaru’s skin had now warmed up to the radiating heat of the body beneath it. Akira swallowed it all.

It seems that Akira’s shyness had all but faded away, and is instead replaced by the bravery and audacity he often shows when playing Go. He swiped the corner of his mouth as he knelt up, reaching over to the bottom drawer of his desk up ahead from which he pulled out a condom and a tube of lubricant. Without even having to say anything, they each took to the opposite task for each other (because of Hikaru’s disabled arm): Akira put the condom on Hikaru, while Hikaru worked the lube into Akira. Akira’s breath hitched at Hikaru’s two digits into him, so Hikaru watched closely for signs of real discomfort. Once he was satisfied that Akira was ready, he pulled his fingers out and let Akira decide when to go. Tonight was mostly going at Akira’s pace after all, since he had to take the lead from the injured Shindou.

If anything good came out of his crash, it was that tonight Hikaru got the best view of Akira from below, lying on his back. Both his healthy and injured arm rested comfortably on Akira’s thighs as Akira slowly sat onto him, with Hikaru watching every second, every change of expression, every lick of the lips, every parting breath. He rarely ever got such a clear view of Akira being candidly unafraid of his own nudity. Often times Akira is shy, tells him not to look, tries to distract him or forces him into a kiss so he can’t see. But tonight was different. Akira does nothing to hide himself. He is focused on what he had to do because Hikaru was unable to move as rigorously as he normally would. They start at a slow and steady pace, one that Akira was comfortable with. Once a rhythm was established, Hikaru allowed his functional hand to roam along Akira’s torso, past the lean abdomen, up to his chest. He caressed a perked nipple, earning a moan, and the pace fastened.

The air in the room grew thick as they continued moving, in sync with each other. When the pace was no longer fast enough, Hikaru pressed his hand against Akira’s lower back, coaxing him to bend down, so that he could go faster against a braced Akira. Akira complied, easily lowering his body to reach for a kiss, while Hikaru’s hand on Akira’s back held him firm and steady. Akira let out a loud cry when Hikaru went for it, practically drilling into Akira, that then turned into a series of unrestrained moans. Hikaru grunted, his breathing labored as he pressed harder, trying to get closer, deeper in.

“Shindou…” Akira’s face was etched with painful pleasure. His voice is all but cracked, his mind hardly coherent. He grabbed onto Hikaru’s shoulders, knowing that the climax is almost there, just over the edge. All it took was Hikaru hugging Akira a little closer, the fingers of his injured right hand caressing Akira’s own fingers on his shoulder, and Akira realizing how much he fit right into the nook of this man’s neck and shoulder, to push Akira over the limit. His body shook from the intensity of his first orgasm of the night.

Hikaru let off his speed when he realized Akira was orgasming. He moved gently, as if to help Akira draw out the climax as long as he could. When Akira could breathe properly again like a normal human being, he opened his eyes to a most loving look in Hikaru’s eyes.

“Was it good?” Hikaru asked kindly.

“Y-Yeah…” Akira mumbled, planting a small kiss by the corner of Hikaru’s lips. “But you…” He glanced down. “You haven’t…”

“It’s alright.” Hikaru said, giving Akira’s waist a light squeeze with his able hand.

“…” Akira eyed Hikaru, scrutinizing his face. “…I can keep going.”

“Huh?” Hikaru was a little surprised to hear that. He looked at Akira, his other half, and was met with those serious, genuine eyes. Akira meant it. “O-Okay…”

So Akira propped himself up, reaching again for another condom. He helped Hikaru switch it out, then turned around to lie down on his left side. Accordingly, Hikaru drew up from behind, spooning Akira comfortably. His left arm just barely fit in the gap between Akira’s waist and the futon so he could reach to the front and hug Akira back into his embrace. If he had a working right arm he would pull back some of Akira’s long hair to expose the nape of his neck to nibble on, but for now he must settle for Akira’s ear instead.

Akira’s right hand reached behind to guide him in. It was only moments ago that he’d been inside Akira, but Hikaru sighed when he felt that warmth surrounding him again as though it was a nostalgic feeling. The second time going in was easier, and he started moving fairly quickly. The combined attack of his nibbling and hot breaths had Akira’s ear turning a bright warm red. If Hikaru still had the composure to keep his eyes open, he would’ve seen the rekindling pleasure on Akira’s face, but he was too preoccupied with his own rising second orgasm to have noticed.

“Touya…!” The name was said in a muted scream. He rode it out in waves, his chest rising and falling heavily. They are both covered in a sheen of sweat now; it reminded Hikaru a little bit of their reunion match back when they were 14. Weird.

Hikaru’s left hand reached down in between Akira’s legs to find that Akira’s desires had been revived in the process. Akira jerked at the contact. “This is endless…” Hikaru chuckled, a tone of challenge in his voice. Akira’s eyes were glancing back at him, some of his hair getting soaked from the sweat and sticking to the side of his face.

“You’re one to talk.” Akira replied with an equally challenging tone, referring to Hikaru’s own erection that hadn’t quite settled down despite his coming a second time.

“Come here.” Hikaru sat up and pulled Akira up by his right arm, turning him around. He then guided Akira’s legs toward him, pulling them up to his left side. This way he could settle his head sideways nicely onto Akira’s thighs, and reach in between to suck him.

But Hikaru didn’t realize that two can play this game. Enduring the growing pleasure from Hikaru’s administrations, Akira pulled the used condom off Hikaru and began to do the same for him. So there they were, legs cradling each other’s heads as they both strove to pleasure each other. They could even look each other in the eyes by glancing down, and in that connection a familiar, unspoken tension electrified both of them. The game was on.

Akira was disadvantaged from the outset; Hikaru had only just had his second orgasm, and was in no hurry to reach another climax. Him, on the other hand, had his want aroused for a second time while being forced to wait as Hikaru rode out his second orgasm. Could he make up the difference? He did know all of Hikaru’s weak spots. And he had both his hands working.

While Akira started becoming analytical, Hikaru pressed a finger along his perineal raphe, eliciting a squeaky yelp. The sound was so unexpectedly cute that Hikaru chuckled, sending vibrations to Akira and further unsettling him. Akira’s first instinct was to glare at Hikaru, but then an idea came to him at just the right moment. He stopped using his mouth, opting instead to use his tongue. He intentionally looked Hikaru straight in the eyes, mischief glinting off his irises as his tongue danced all over.

That nearly pushed Hikaru over the edge. He stopped for a moment, teeth gritted and eyes shut tight. That was when Akira decided to put both his hands to work, drawing a loud cry from Hikaru. He’d lose if he kept letting Akira advance like this…

But you know what? Losing to Akira didn’t sound so bad. In fact, it’d never felt this good before. This dawned on Hikaru fairly late in the game, but still he gazed down to Akira, settling somewhere in his heart the conclusion that if it was Touya, he’d be willing to lose to him anytime. It was funny and didn’t seem to make sense, since he had been talking big about “beating Touya” for so long. Yet somehow, it made perfect sense.

The next time Akira glanced up at Hikaru, he stopped everything he was doing. There it was again - that loving look in his eyes. It’s as if Hikaru’s eyes were smiling. And then Akira couldn’t control the tears coming out of his own eyes. He was completely dismantled, while Hikaru resumed his task with some sort of new focus, humming lowly to send pleasurable pulses up Akira’s spine. And that was the way Touya Akira orgasmed the second time that night: beloved and in tears.

Afterwards, they laid panting, heads still in each other’s laps and forming a circle with their bodies. Their hands, carrying each of their rings, caressed each other finger by finger. They stayed like this for a while, just enjoying the company. Eventually Hikaru got up, wiped the tear marks from Akira’s face, and kissed him many more times. They settled into the futon, holding each other, falling fast asleep soundly.