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Elysium - "An imitation Eden"
Akira's livid green viewers seemed to bore into the other's glassy gaze, as their hands, stretched out before them, lay entwined within each other's grasps. And there they stood, oblivious to the many sounds of a dark autumn night that struggled for attention, but the boys stood in a world of their own; a world that contained only them to do as they please. Hikaru's mouth grew into a gaping circle, not bothering to suppress the desire to stare into Touya's filmy emerald orbs, glazed and decorated with the many colors of anger, desire, and lust? An eyebrow arched as years seemed to pass by, time awhirl upon its many wheels while they stood still amongst the crazed centrifuge, alone, with all the time in the world just to stand and ponder and think and stare. Hikaru clamped his mouth shut, like an oyster unwanting to give up its precious pearl, noticing that the other's delicate features remained motionless with that same belligerent spark within that sultry gawk.
He felt himself swallow the excess saliva, beads of sweat forming against his hairline, even though the wind was chill, trailing their wet tails against his dark complexion. Suddenly, he surged forwards, pulled by Akira's viper arm snatching for the kill. Those hands he had watched place intricate patterns of black and white stones upon the goban, those hungry, menacing hands that now wanted him. The pale hand grasped his sleeve, pulling Hikaru to press the boy against his warm chest, changing from a venomous, forked-tongue serpent to a mother's hand, holding him tightly as if he never wanted to let go. Soft, yielding, wanting, needing…
Akira's amused visage emerged upon Hikaru's sagging shoulder, fingers maneuvering expertly to brush stray locks away whilst he leaned forwards, jarring their bodies together to whisper into his ear, "Are you afraid?" Beautiful, oh so sinfully so!
"No." Even with his head and heart pounding together as all the heat from his body seemed to be pooling between his legs he could still manage coherent thought. He was not completely a wingless bird upon a car-laden pavement, at least, not yet, "I'll never be afraid of you." His voice cracked, clamping down mercilessly enough to draw blood from his bottom lip, the tinny taste a swarm of fireflies aflame in the night to his mind. Disgusting.
A peal of laughter burst from Akira's usual somber mask, flinging Hikaru languidly away from him while still keeping hold of his hand. Hikaru's free arm whirled straight, and then followed the rest of his body in an incline back towards Akira, backside pressing against the other's stomach. The heat surged upwards, Hikaru stifling a startled cry as he found himself being caressed between the Akira's legs. A muffled moan slid from his parted lips, the sound pleasing to the pro. With a satisfied kitten's smile, his head nosed craftily into Hikaru's mass of raven feathers, taking in the boyish scent that made up the other only too well; a seductive siren's elixir made of perspiration, blooming carnations, and a musky scent that all too well characterized him. Hikaru's scent was his oxygen, Akira breathing him in and out. In and out. In and out…
A whimper arose from Akira's throat, eyelids flinging closed and burying into the other boy's hair with a tightening of his grip about Hikaru's hand. They reopened, emerald interiors burning bright upon dark pyre, "Don't you ever leave me." His own hand leapt up, with it taking Hikaru's face and turning it roughly his way to look him intently in the eye. 'My oxygen...' His mind added for him, faint blush lines appearing on his chilled mask shortly afterwards, a sharp contrast to the usual.
Hikaru could not help but eagerly play on with the serious game, unsmiling countenance focusing upon the intensity of the jade pools that reflected flames upon the jeweled surface to reflect its flame that only shone while Go was at stake. Was he important to the juvenile pro? As important as Go?
Acting on instinct, Hikaru wrenched himself from Akira's steel grip, reaching out to push the other boy's shoulders and mash his lips against alluring Akira's, savoring every taste that flowed from the other's open mouth. Akira, whose look was most shocked (and not surprisingly pleased), accepted the motion, arms sweeping to wrap Hikaru in a loving embrace, the two whirling away, oblivious to the time change and intoxicated by the pleasure available in such a touch, such a feeling!
Hikaru broke the kiss, gasping painfully for air as his eyes sought out Akira's expressive orbs, wanting, needing to see his reaction to this movement. There was no smile needed, as the smirk was all too visible in Akira's eyes, a joyous glimmer within. Another laughing burst, and the two were off again on the steps of a stately serenade with the copper rain of fall swirling around in columns about, tarnished silhouette of the moon lighting their pathway down the boulevard, silent, as if to encourage them on and throughout the night.
Epilogue
A soft beam of morning's light caressed Hikaru's cheek as it cast its warmth upon the goose-down coverlet of the pillow, eyelids sliding open to join the song of the heavens that somehow to send its oh-so-ethereal tune down to awaken him from his delicious dream. "Hnnn." he mumbled as he stood to stretch, long-sleeved shirt rippling as he did so, muscles relaxing afterwards. Yawning loudly, he turned around with bags beneath his eyes, rubbing at it sleepily as he took hold of a sheet to pull it back to its original place. Then, he stopped, eyes bulging from his sockets as his keen hearing caught sound of another's subtle snoring in the room. Sweat dribbled from the nape of his neck, staining his shirt with wetness as his eyes traveled from the wrinkles that were accented as his gaze wandered further. He swallowed, tugging at his neckline as he took hold of the sheet, yanking it forwards to reveal the sleeping beauty.
"A-Akira-kun?" Hikaru stammered, staring at Touya's curled-up, lithe frame, his eyes closed with thick lashes fringing their pearly surfaces, neatly clipped locks of love scattered amongst the snowy whiteness of the pillow. His lips parted seductively, curving upwards in a smirk as if to mock the scatter-brained boy into submission. With much effort, he swallowed, pulling the sheet back up to hide the body, as if a murderer attempting to hide the evidence. He backed away nervously, cringing while giving his neckline another rueful tug. Oh. My. God.
"Did...did...did we?" He sputtered, wringing his head like an asylum-escapee, eyes wide with unneeded shock as he seemed to be doing some sort of silly tap dance as he whirled about in circles. "NO! I'm too young to get it on!" With another look at the white heap on the bed he continued, "With a guy too!"
"You DIDN'T!" A high-pitched wail sounded from the corner adjacent to Hikaru's bed, the speaker being neglected all night. Hikaru whipped around to see Fujiwara Sai's pale, livid face glaring at him angrily, "Next time you go into your little world, tell me." His nose upturned after speaking, lifting a pallid sleeve to cover his face, amethyst-inset eyes closing sadly.
"Sai…" The boy stepped away from the bed, kneeling down to the spirit's eyelevel, "I'm sorry." A smile appeared on the sullen mask, brightening the dark confinements of the room somewhat.
"Alright." Sai stood, majestic figure sweeping the soft peach carpet gracefully as he did so. Yawning cutely, he turned to Hikaru with a coy leer, "By the way, you're late for school."
"WHAT?" He snatched a piece of raw toast from a nearby counter, slinging his backpack over a shoulder and with another glance at the soundless sleeper, fled the room with Sai fast on his heels, giggling unseemly.
After a few minutes of an unceasing run, Hikaru slid to a trot on the leaf-coated walk, staring at the magnificent display splaying beautifully from the rising sun, the great golden orb arising from a mass of carnation-hued clouds. He sighed, breath appearing in wisps of smoke in the cool of the morning as he continued to walk, wishing not the leave Akira's side, them having shared a wondrous night together, and in his mind he still wanted it not to end. Swallowing the bile, he turned to Sai, anger deciding to erupt at the spirit for tearing him away so, "Sai…why didn't you wake me up when you knew the time I was supposed to leave?"
Sai ceased to laugh, smiling warmly at his bonded while he placed a comforting hand upon his shoulder, "You looked like that you were having such a good time that I didn't want to. Plus, you slept well." His tone was truthful, that aspect comforting to the disturbed boy.
Hikaru nodded blandly in return, remembering his painful days of insomnia in vivid detail. There was no need to return to that, and with Akira here, those days might as well be over. "Akira's going to have to go sometime."
Sai's great head shook from side to side disapprovingly, knowing that the boy would once again be endlessly plagued by depression the instant Akira set foot, or even tongue, about an airplane. "Why don't you enjoy your time with him then, instead of dreading the day he leaves?"
"I have school."
"Then don't go."
"You know," Hikaru said, resting his hands upon the back of his head in an annoyed fashion, "That ruins the entire point of me coming here."
"And…?"
"I want to see Akira's face when I meet him back in Japan." He swerved on his heel to face Sai with a wide grin, "And then we'll have eternity to do whatever we want."
Sai resisted inserting a snide comment into the boy's dreams, and instead replied with his usual candid look, "When are we going to play Go?"
"Sai!" Hikaru laughed, racing into a maze of blooded maple tree leaves as he began to run again, eyes hopeful and warming, already accepting his mother's decision to send him here. After all, without him coming here, Akira would have never followed. He was ready to leave the Elysium, ready to leave the imitation Eden in which Japan had caged him into.
He was ready for the world.
Fin
Author's Note: The reason I spent so much time on this piece is because of lack of inspiration. In other words, a long and happy writer's block. Whoot. Anyhow, it's finally complete, and I am actually quite satisfied with the ending. In the future, if REQUESTED (-nudgenudge-), there could be a sequel, though I would have to wrack my brain to try to find something for that . Also, can you tell that I obviously had A LOT of change on my writing style? Probably. Because of that I'm going to redo the first five chapters. The original will remain on , however. It shows MAJOR (Can I emphasize major enough?) progression, and I like that X3.
Inspiration for the ending was from Fahrenheit 451 (Ray Bradbury), Anthem (Ayn Rand), Roleplaying, and some Yaoi doujinshi scanlated by the wonderful Sakura-Crisis (dot with an actual dot) net. (If you check on the site, the two that did the most were Toy Box and Long Want Everlasting Lovemaking Boys). Ah, the joys of viewing. Thanks for supporting me all the way, and constructive critisism and comments etc. are always loved and welcome
Why no Yaoi? The answer is, let Akira and Hikaru enjoy their innocence while they have it xX Especially since they're the favorite couple of Hikaru no Go's Shounen-ai kingdom, they're going to need it. Quoth: Sex sells, and unfortunately this story isn't going to. Maybe in the future…