"Will you please knock it off?!" Akihito threw an irritated glance at the black-haired male behind him. After the strange encounter with a smaller version of Kuriyama, Mitsuki, Sakura and Ai, the two males had left the room. Akihito was still cringing every time the other male brushed against him, and he tried to pry his hands away from his waist. "You know, you don't have to keep your hands there. They won't know we separated for a little bit."

"But this is punishment, remember? And your waist is warm." Hiroomi gave him a teasing smile. Akihito's eyebrow twitched.

"At least put on some pants."

"Eh? But I have to keep my hands here for three days~"

"Don't take it so literally!"

...

"Sheesh," Akihito sighed as Hiroomi followed him up the stairs to his apartment, hands still stuck under his arms, "there's a reason why people wear gloves, you know!" Hiroomi merely smiled innocently at him.

"But you're much warmer, Akkey." The blonde rolled his eyes, digging inside his pocket to find his key.

"You don't have to keep up the act, no one will know you didn't keep your hands there for three days straight. Ai wasn't even being serious when she gave the verdict. It wasn't even a real verdict!" Hiroomi's smile widened slightly as Akihito swung the door open to his apartment. "Besides, I am not going to the bathroom or bathing with you. And I'm certainly not going to spoon feed you dinner over my shoulder."

"You read my mind, Akkey~ Would you mind terribly? As my hands are a bit busy—" Akihito swung his head back, hitting Hiroomi in the nose. The dark-haired male grunted slightly, stumbling back.

"Seriously," Akihito pried the older boy's hands away, "this is getting old."

"Au contraire, Akkey. It never gets old." The younger rolled his eyes, kicking off his shoes and shutting the door, cutting off the cold air. Shrugging off his coat, Akihito stepped inside, stretching. When Hiroomi neither followed him nor made a move to leave, Akihito raised an eyebrow. Hiroomi smiled. "I can't go home, or Mitsuki will send me right back here. You know that, Akkey." Huffing, Akihito gestured for Hiroomi to follow him. Cocking his head to the side, Hiroomi's smile widened as he neatly slipped out his shoes and followed Akihito into his room. "Nothing's changed." He said, looking around. Stacks of books were piled in a corner, a sock lay here and there, but for the most part his apartment was neat.

"Hah? When were you last here?" Akihito eyed Hiroomi suspiciously, who merely smiled wider.

"Well, when you were a youmu, we came here to see where you might have gone." Akihito's expression changed, and he glanced down.

"Oh." Hiroomi's smile faded slightly, and he walked up to Akihito, putting his hand on his head, ruffling his hair.

"Don't think too much of it, Akkey."

"Don't be so sincere. It's creepy." Hiroomi laughed slightly, sticking his hands in his pockets.

"Whatever you say, Akkey. Which reminds me." Akihito sighed as he felt pressure on under his arms again.

"You never change."

"Nope~"

"That wasn't a compliment!"

...

After dinner, which was mainly comprised of Hiroomi trying to get Akihito to feed him spoonfuls of omurice over his shoulder, Akihito decided to get ready for a bath.

"You are NOT joining me." He protested.

"We're both men. Nothing to be scared of." Hiroomi smiled.

"How can I not be?! Just wait your turn, Hiroomi!" Akihito stormed into the bathroom, slamming the door shut on an amused Hiroomi. Leaning against the door, Akihito ruffled his already messy hair, sighing. He paused, before finally walking forward to turn on the water.

Sinking into the warm water, Akihito blew small bubbles. Why on earth would the four girls hold a trial? For something unrealistic, even! He just didn't get it. Akihito sunk his head below the surface. Small bubbles rose from his nose to the surface, and he let his shoulders relax.

The sudden feeling of someone pulling on his waist caused Akihito to yelp, water flooding his mouth and nose. As his head broke the surface, he felt himself being tugged over the side of the tub and onto the floor. Choking, he turned onto his stomach, water running from his nose and mouth as he coughed it up. "Are you alright?" He heard Hiroomi ask.

How can I be? He wanted to ask, but he was so busy coughing he couldn't take a deep enough breath to get a word in. He felt Hiroomi place a hand on his back, and he didn't have enough strength to push him away. "I thought you were drowning, so I panicked and saved you." Akihito turned to glare at Hiroomi, but found himself unable to reprimand the taller boy.

"...Fine," he managed to choke out, "I'm fine. Thanks." Turning to sit on his backside, Akihito stared up at his senpai. "Er, you can have the bath now, I guess." Hiroomi raised his eyebrow, smirking slightly.

"You're still wet, and you have shampoo in your hair. Clearly you need help washing it out." He teased, Akihito tensed, and he pushed passed the dark-haired male, stepping back into the water.

"I'm good, thanks." He said, placing his forehead against the surface of the water and scrubbing away any remaining shampoo. Flipping his head back, Akihito jumped as he saw Hiroomi stepping out of his boxers. "Wh-what are you doing?!" He demanded, locking his eyes on the older boy's face. Hiroomi smiled.

"You said I can have the bath."

"Not while I'm in it!"

"You have soap on your nose." Akihito swiped at his nose, before scowling.

"You lied."

"You're so gullible, Akkey~"

"Gah!"

Akihito had no choice but to allow Hiroomi in the bath with him; seriously, the other male stuck his hands under his arms and wouldn't let him go. Akihito drained the water, running a new bath. He waited awkwardly as the bath filled up again. "You know, you don't have to keep your hands there." Hiroomi sighed, leaning against the tub.

"But you're waist is special. Water is just water, but Akkey's waist is a godsend."

"You're being really creepy you know that, right?"

Hiroomi smiled a bit and rested his head against the tub.

As the minutes ticked by, Akihito began to feel drowsy. He splashed water on his face, but the warm water made him drowsier. Slowly, his eyes shut, and he barely felt himself lean back against an even warmer presence.

...

When he opened his eyes, Akihito was lying on his bed, dressed in pajamas and next to something very warm. Turning to his left side, he unconsciously snuggled into the warmth. Upon hearing a slight rumbling, he opened his eyes, caramel eyes meeting a pale collarbone. Blinking, his eyes tiredly traveled up to meet with a smirking mouth and forest green eyes. Several seconds passed by, before he let out a yelp and shoved back, falling off the edge of the bed.

"What the hell, Akkey?!" He heard Hiroomi grunt.

"I should be asking you that! What are you doing in my bed, exactly?!" He demanded, cheeks burning a dark red. Hiroomi propped himself up on one of his elbows, pressing his palm to his cheek and regarding Akihito with a cool, amused stare.

"I'm sleeping with you so I can keep my punishment of keeping my hands in your armpits for three days. It's still the first day, Akkey." Sighing, Akihito stood, brushing nonexistent dirt off of his pajama pants and crossed his arms.

"You know, I could have gotten out a sleeping mattress for you." Hiroomi's smile widened.

"You fell asleep against me in the tub, Akkey. I don't think you would have been awake enough to do that." Akihito's cheeks flushed darker. No wonder why he had felt so warm... "Now c'mon Akkey, no dawdling." Hiroomi patted the spot next to him. Akihito gave him a blank stare.

"No."

"Don't make this anymore difficult than it has to be, Akkey."

"Don't call me that! I'll just get out the mattress for myself, so go back to sleep — Uwah!" Akihito cried out as something wrapped around his waist and yanked him back onto the mattress. The springs squeaked as the blonde struggled. "Hiroomi! Just go back to sleep! Is this your scarf?!" He demanded. His arms were pinned to his sides, and he struggled a bit more, before freezing. "Did you wash this scarf?" He asked, a dead serious expression on his face. Hiroomi laughed a bit.

"This is a different one, Akkey." Still, the blonde glared at him suspiciously, and began to struggle again. To stop him from rolling off the bed, Hiroomi had to wrap his arms and legs around him, rolling on top of the younger. "You're going to hurt yourself again, Akkey."

"G-Get off!" the blonde stuttered, trying to buck the dark-haired male off.

"Stop struggling and I'll get off, otherwise I'll stay here all night, Akkey~"

"Please don't." Akihito deadpanned. Hiroomi rested his chin on Akihito's shoulder.

"Done struggling?"

"Like hell I am!"

...

"Does this... not make you uncomfortable?" Akihito asked the darkness. His back was pressed against Hiroomi's chest, and even though the scarf still restrained him, he could feel hard muscle. Hiroomi nearly purred in content, his arms around Akihito's chest.

"Not at all. This is comfortable, and I'm warm." Akihito shifted a bit, trying to not touch Hiroomi with his legs. "Don't move Akkey, just sleep." Akihito's movements go a bit more erratic.

"How can I move with you clinging to me?" He mumbled into the pillow.

"You get used to it."

A few moments of silence passed as Akihito tried to find a comfortable position without irritating Hiroomi too much. He froze when something brushed his ear, tickling his skin. "Hey, Akkey," Hiroomi's voice was barely a whisper, but he could feel warm breath ghost over his ear. "What if I told you," another pause.

"Wh-what?" He whispered back.

"...I'm hard."

"...hah...?"

"Well, it's to be expected with you squirming so much. You're butt is pressing against my—"

"What the hell, Hiroomi?!" Akihito yelped.

"I can't help it, you know. I'm a victim here~"

"This wouldn't have happened if you had just gone home!"

"I have two more days, Akkey."

"I don't care! Just—" Akihito froze midsentence when he felt something press against his backside. He didn't have to guess to know what it was. Swallowing hard, he nearly jumped as Hiroomi spoke again.

"Well?" He began, his fingers slowly beginning to rub Akihito's hips.

"Well what?" The blonde retorted, willing himself to not blush anymore than he already was.

"Are you going to take responsibility?" Akihito's head snapped back to glare at Hiroomi, only to find the other male centimeters from his face. Freezing, Akihito's wide eyes stared into Hiroomi's. "Akkey," he whispered, leaning forward slowly. Caramel eyes slammed shut when he felt the tip of Hiroomi's nose brush against his cheek. Instead of Hiroomi kissing him, cool lips pressed against his eyelid, causing him to twitch. "Relax, Akkey. I won't hurt you." Hiroomi laughed slightly through his nose and slowly moved his hand to slightly tighten the scarf's hold around Akihito's wrists. The blonde fidgeted, but didn't say a word as Hiroomi bucked a little against his backside. Akihito twisted his head away, blushing deeply.

Hiroomi laughed through his nose again, "You're so warm, Akkey." Hands gripped his hips lightly, grinding their bodies together, and both males released groans of pleasure.

"H-Hiroomi," Akihito mumbled, "I-I'm..." Hiroomi pressed his nose to the nape of his neck.

"Me too. I didn't imagine my first time to be like this, but it's beneficial for the both of us." With that said, Hiroomi ground their lower halves together again, small moans leaving both male's lips. Hiroomi's hands were cold, Akihito realized, as they slowly moved the hem of his shirt up to slip beneath the waist of his pajama bottoms and up hic stomach to his chest.

"Cold," Akihito gasped out. Hiroomi merely smiled, pressing a kiss to the blonde's nape before his fingers found one of Akihito's nipples and pinched lightly. The blonde let out a small, gasping moan and arched slightly. Shivering, Akihito gasped and whined into the pillow, biting down on the fabric as he thrust slightly against Hiroomi's hand resting against his waist.

"You're surprisingly submissive," Hiroomi's fingers hooked onto Akihito's pajama's and boxers, tugging it down slowly. Hiroomi threw back the covers, and Akihito shivered as the cold air hit his private region.

"W-wait," he gasped, but Hiroomi's hang was already wrapped around his member, pumping it lightly. A strangled gasp flew past his lips, and his whole body trembled as his hips bucked. "H-Hiro—Ahhn..." Akihito moaned from the sensation of his nipples being pinched and rolled and his member being squeezed and pumped. He could feel Hiroomi thrust and grind against him, and Akihito was unable to think from the pleasure coursing through his body.

"Akkey... Akkey..." Hiroomi repeated his name in a strained whimper, breathing heavily. Just as Akihito felt pressure in his nether begin to build, Hiroomi pulled his hand away to tug down his own pajamas, pumping his own erection a couple times before pressing it between Akihito's thighs. "I won't put it in, but," and Akihito moaned as Hiroomi thrust between his legs, "this is pleasurable for both of us." Akihito bit the fabric of his pillow, whimpering. His back arched slightly when teeth bit down on the nape of his neck.

"Hiroomi...!" he gasped, "Don't leave marks!" The dark-haired male didn't seem to hear him, and he continued to suck and bite the flesh of his neck. "N-no, no more marks... Hiroomi...!" Akihito gasped, becoming unable to form coherent sentences as the pressure of his abdomen build faster and faster. "G-going to...!"

"Me too," Hiroomi panted against his neck.

When he came, Akihito dug his fingers into the sheets and buried his face in his pillow to muffle his gasps. There was a painfully pleasant sensation of teeth against his shoulder. He had to bite his lip to keep from moaning too loudly. Behind him, Hiroomi's body jerked and he moaned out something that sounded like Akihito's name. As they came down from their high, Akihito's eyes began to close, and his body felt heavy.

He could feel Hiroomi's breath on the back of his neck, and the hold on his waist and hips loosen as the dark-hired male fell asleep. Nuzzling his face against the pillow, Akihito let sleep take over as he finally dozed off.

...

The next morning, Akihito woke to find the spot next to him empty. A small rush of relief passed through his body, and he sat up, rubbing his eyes. His sheets had the dried evidence of what he and Hiroomi did the previous night, and furrowing his eyebrows slightly, he tore off the sheets and tossed them with his dirty clothes. Immediately, hands were under his arms. Yelping, he immediately tried to pry the hands away. "Wh-wha—?!"

"I need to borrow your clothes, Akkey."

"Why?"

"I didn't bring any of my own." Hiroomi smiled. Akihito hit his face with the pillow.

"Fine, wait here—" the hands increased their pressure on his sides, and he sighed. "Right. Give me a minute."

After forcing Hiroomi to dress himself, the two boys began to walk to the train. "Can you please not do this in public?" Akihito muttered to Hiroomi as the two boys rode the train to school.

"My hands are cold, though." Hiroomi smiled slightly.

"That's why there are pockets! And it's getting warmer outside; spring is nearly here." Akihito said. Hiroomi pinched Akihito's side slightly, causing the blonde to suppress a giggle and to twitch. Smirking, Hiroomi began to tickle the younger male, causing him to slap a hand over his mouth to muffle his laughter. "H-Hiroomi—Haha—s-stop!" He struggled to pry Hiroomi's hands away and failing. The other passengers on the train raised an eyebrow, causing Akihito's face to turn red and he tried harder to pry Hiroomi's hands away.

The dark-haired male only stopped when they reached their stop, and Akihito stomped away, breathless with laughter and red in the face. Hiroomi trailed after him, hands stuffed in his pockets with a small smirk on his face.