Warning: Sexual suggestions and actual fluff for a usually angsty pairing.
Disclaimer: I do not own all of these lovely characters; I just borrow them once in a while.
Akihiko can't remember the last time they fooled around like this- really fooled around. A quick dodge to a half hearted punch makes Akihiko's blood run hot, and his grin widen.
"Is that the best you can do?" Akihiko taunts, bouncing on the spot like he was in the boxing ring.
Shinjiro lets out a small growl and comes at him again and again, each blow missing its intended target. Anyone who passes by Akihiko's room- with the leather chair and every other dangerous item pushed close to the wall- would figure Shinjiro was angry and ready to actually inflict pain. But Akihiko knew he was having fun, by the way his eyes shone and the small, almost hidden smirk played across Shinjiro's usually hardened features.
Akihiko finally took a light blow to his jaw and stumbles back as Shinjiro comes in again. It's rare for Akihiko to let his guard down like that- but Shinjiro makes Akihiko do a lot of things he's not used to.
Soon it gets faster, and Akihiko has to defend himself more and more before trying to get his own hit in. He's going easy on Shinjiro, and Shinjiro knows it, but lets it slide. A miscalculated step (or so Shinjiro says later on) sends him forward, his arms wrapping tight around a surprised Akihiko as they stumble back and hit the bed.
"This isn't wrestling, Shinji!" Akihiko growls out, trying to get away. He pauses when he feels Shinjiro's member pressed hot against his thigh, and looks down at him to see Shinjiro's eyes filled with lust.
"Sure it's not?" He asks, knowing he has Akihiko wrapped around his finger.
Maybe letting his guard down wasn't such a bad thing, he thinks, as Shinjiro's hot mouth covers his own.