Notes: Just a short chapter, there's more on the way…maybe…
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"I can't stand this, he's driving me crazy!" Hikaru grumbled as he sent a handful of black stones flying across his goban.
It had been a couple of days since his encounter with Akira, but he still couldn't get it out of his mind. His complexion was pale and his eyes bloodshot. He'd lost his appetite and couldn't get any rest either. His nights had been a mixed of disturbingly erotic dreams and tense sleepless hours. He couldn't even concentrate enough to play a decent game of go. He was a wreck, and it was all Akira's fault.
Hikaru sighted with frustration, and went to stand before his small bedroom window. For the longest time he stood there, staring out into the night, struggling to make sense out of what had happened. A part of him wanted to be outraged at Akira's actions. But if he was honest with himself, he had to admit that another part of him had thoroughly enjoyed the kiss. Suddenly his senses were flooded with the memory of Akira's lips on his, and he felt like smiling inside. He couldn't lie to himself anymore; he was falling in love with Akira.
"God! This can't be happening!" Hikaru walked away from the window, and repeatedly smacked his head against the wall. "Snap out of it Shindou! You can't have feelings for that jerk!" His head was starting to hurt now, so he turned around and collapsed on the narrow bed next to him.
Hikaru tried to think of all the reasons why he couldn't really be attracted to Akira. It didn't do any good to tell himself that Akira wasn't the most beautiful, sexy, exciting and intense person he had ever met, because he was. Which made it even more important to remember, that he also was extremely smart, calculating and egotistical. In other words: dangerous.
Akira had declared he would make him his, he had talked about attraction and desire, but never about love. He intended to have him, but Hikaru wanted more then that, much more. He felt his chest tighten, and a wave of despair washed over him.
"Love Stinks!" Hikaru yelled at the ceiling. He'd never imagined that loving someone could make him so miserable. "It's no fair." Akira was responsible for all of this; he should be the one to suffer. An idea started to form in his mind.
Yes, he wanted Akira, but on his own terms. Hikaru's lips curved into a cynical smile.
"Two can play this game." He whispered softly, and closed his eyes. "Touya Akira, you are going to love me."
And for the first time in a number of nights, Hikaru slept like a baby.
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To be continued?