PART 3
"Yes; yes, of course. I think the tournament is going very well. I'm pleased that so many players have managed to attend," Hikaru said in response to a question from a minor noble's young daughter.
She was flirting with him and not succeeding in attracting his attention. Of course, she was very scantily clad and while he could appreciate a free show of beauty, it was starting to get annoying with everyone attempting to catch his eye and the one person he did want to be with was nowhere to be seen. Bad enough if it was just female attention he was receiving, but even guys wanted in between his sheets and were being less than subtle about the idea. Not that he had anything against sleeping with guys; he was, after all, flexible with his preferences. However, their blatant insinuations were just... well, blatant. And freaky. He had been mingling with the participants before the tournament and after officiating the tournament's commencement, with the guests who were not participating, most of who were the nobility. Thus far, he had been walking around maintaining the perfect manners and tact the court officials had spent more than ten years trying to instil in him with little success until recently. He was usually lying outright when he was trying to be tactful, saying modestly nice things about women's outfits he personally considered flat-out awful. So far, he had been either doing admirably or people were deliberately overlooking any misconduct on his part due to his rank and of course, the fact that they were practically dying to marry themselves or their children to him. His parents would have been proud. Sai would have been proud of his skills today were he around to see it. Suddenly, something –or rather, someone- caught his eye by the refreshments' table. Aki. Aki was here. His Aki had come after all. She was dressed in a pastel blue semi-backless gown with matching two-inch-heels. Her chin-length smoky-gray-green hair was kept in place with a simple tiara that had a chiffon veil over the back of her hair. Slender fingers held a half-empty glass of drink in her hand. The dress left most of her back exposed, the smooth creamy skin showing enticingly, begging to be caressed. A simple string of pearls circled her graceful neck and the dress' tight fit only accentuated her willowy frame. He made his way through the crowd and came up from behind to tap her on the shoulder, resolutely resisting the sudden insane urge to run his hands down her slender body. The desire to touch her was almost unbearable; only his desire to play Go with her was stronger. She turned around and surprised emerald-green eyes met his intense murky green ones.
"Lady Aki," he said her name softly.
* * *
Akira had been late today, wondering whether or not he'd find the prince waiting for him with the Royal Hangman for the utter lack of protocol he had shown the day before. Thus, he had lingered, debating whether or not to go until finally, the desire to play the prince and Sai's urging had won over. The fairy spoke as if he knew the prince, Akira observed, saying that Hikaru wasn't the type to hang someone for something as petty as a breach in protocol. Despite how much he wanted to play the prince again, however, he had gotten the jitters again when he arrived and thus, hadn't gone in search of the two-toned-haired boy. Therefore, the last thing he expected was the prince to personally approach him with a subtle tap to the shoulder as he stood sipping his glass of sparkling juice at the refreshments' corner. In fact, he was so surprised upon turning to discover the other that he nearly dropped his half-empty glass of juice.
"Lady Aki," the other said softly, a certain inflection to his voice telling Akira that he really wasn't intending to kill him. However, the same inflection sent a slight shiver up his spine for seeming somehow equally dangerous in some obscure different way.
For a long moment, Akira just stared back at him, stunned and dumbfounded. Then, suddenly remembering his manners, he quickly set his glass down on the table and attempted to curtsey as best he could. "Y-Your Highness." He nearly managed it. Akira knew that even two-inch-heels, while quantum times better than stilettos, would pose him a problem; he just didn't know how bad the Fates had it in for him. He slipped halfway through the curtsey and fell forward... straight into Prince Hikaru's waiting arms, the other having noticed his loss of balance and prepared to catch him. Somehow, the other's touch burned his skin, stirring up previously unfelt longings in his soul and aches in his groin. The feelings were irrational and he blushed, embarrassed to be feeling this way. He knew he had fallen in love with the prince, but to want him this way, knowing full well that the other didn't love him, was stupid. But no matter how stupid, it was human to want what you can't have and Akira was human. And the want was still there, powerful and undeniable. Hikaru's arms circled his waist and the fingertips resting lightly on the small of his back were sending jolts of liquid fire through his system that seemed to inevitably end up somewhere south of the Equator. And Akira swiftly albeit reluctantly steadied himself and pushed away from that enticing heat. "I beg your pardon, Highness," he said as evenly as he could manage.
"Huh? Oh, it's alright," Hikaru replied absently. The feeling of Akira in his arms had brought that insane urge to shove him against the wall and ravage his body mindlessly back full force. That creamy skin was as soft and smooth as it looked and he wanted to taste every inch of it. And that soft rosy blush colouring his cheeks was beginning to torment his libido. Hikaru wanted to bang him good; the only thing he wanted more was to play Go with him. "Play a game with me? I've been waiting," he invited calmly, resolutely shoving the lustful thoughts vengefully to the back of his mind.
"Yes, please, Your Highness," Akira said, forcing his raging hormones to calm down. An exciting and challenging game of Go sounded like a really good idea to take his mind off such unproductive thoughts.
He quietly followed Prince Hikaru back to the little chamber behind the curtains they had played in the evening before. He once again sat opposite the object of his desire and went through the familiar motions of Nigiri in silence. Hikaru was to be black this time. Hikaru placed his first stone on the lower left komoku and he responded with a lower right hoshi. The game progressed silently and all lustful thoughts were temporarily forgotten as both were swept up in the rush and thrill of the game before them, minds working relentlessly at trying to outplay the other. Stone after stone, black and white in turn, was placed on the board in intricate patterns, coalescing into graceful shapes on the expensive kaya backdrop. Akira knew he was short by about ten moku and he searched desperately for a comeback move. There weren't enough and the Crown Prince of Kyu-Dan's yose techniques were flawless as befitting of his station. By the end of the game, he had only managed to gain an extra three moku and he sighed. He really hated losing.
/Well, at least seven was better than yesterday's ten,/ he consoled himself despondently.
"Should we run the risk of bringing down the roof today?"
The two-toned-haired boy's voice snapped him out of his mind's downward spiral into desolation. "Huh?" Once again, the best response he could muster presently.
"I seem to recall that our last game discussion didn't go too well," Hikaru continued. /That was understating it big time,/ he mentally added dryly.
Akira blushed as the previous night's quarrel came flying back to him, causing heated blood to flow right back to Hikaru's groin.
/God, just when I had managed to stop thinking about that!/ he groaned mentally, that part of him between his thighs throbbing insistently and almost painfully. He could just see himself sliding his hands up Akira's silken inner thighs and his body's only response was to grow even hotter between his legs and for his member to throb even harder. Now he really wanted to screw Akira up against the wall until his longhaired opponent was nothing but a panting mass.
"My apologies, Your Highness. Please, let us discuss it," Akira's soft contralto sliced through the less than decent images of himself forming in the prince's mind.
"A-As you wish, Lady," Hikaru managed, trying frantically to keep his self- control and rationale.
If Akira noticed the stammer, he ignored it much to Hikaru's relief. "I think you should have gone here instead of here back then, my prince. It would have secured this side and halted my advance here." He gestured at the area in question.
Something about the way Akira said the words 'my prince' only served to arouse Hikaru's lust even more. He swallowed hard. "But here was more efficient for attacking and I expected you to come here anyway." He pointed at the appropriate intersection. Good, his voice sounded normal.
"It was just five moku in comparison to the fifteen up for grabs here. Obviously, I would have chosen to pursue this side."
"Well, obviously it wasn't enough for a victory," the bleached-blonde riposted snidely.
Akira was furious all over again. "The overall outcome is not the issue when discussing!" He raised his voice considerably.
"Well, you make it sound like I should always know what move you're going to play next and in case you didn't notice, I am not a precog! You're not doing too well at that yourself either!!" The young prince had no idea where lust and fury met and merged but all of a sudden, he was yelling in anger at what had only moments ago been the object of his desire.
"The whole idea is to read ahead and I can't believe you thought I'd take five instead of fifteen!!" Akira screeched back, rising violently.
"Oh yeah?! Well, I can't believe you missed this hane here completely!!" Hikaru countered, rising with equal force to meet Akira head on.
"I did not miss it!!"
"Oh yeah?! Well, I guess that means you weren't good enough to stop me then!!" came the prince's sardonic reply.
Their voices were back to yesterday's hundred and sixty decibels.
"How dare you!! Just 'cause you're crown prince doesn't entitle you to disrespect me!!"
"Oh yeah?!!" the bleached-blonde challenged.
"Oh, not the 'oh yeah?'s again!!"
"I can't believe you'd actually count my speech patterns!!"
"I can't believe you'd even stoop to using your station!!"
They were leaning closer and closer to each other with every sentence.
"If I'm a better player, then I'm a better player! Your not being good enough to beat me has nothing to do with my being Heir Apparent!!"
Deep down, Akira had to admit that the prince was right, but he wasn't about to lose the argument. "It does if you're using it against me!!"
"You're the one that brought up the issue of rank!!"
"You're the one that started disrespecting me!!"
They were just about sharing breathing space, eyes blazing in anger as they tried to shout each other down in vain.
"Get the stick out of your ass, Lady! No wait, I stand corrected; it's a tree, a bloody sycamore!!" yelled Hikaru sarcastically.
Akira was outraged; prince or no prince, Hikaru was not about to get off scot-free with calling him anal-retentive to his face. "Arrogant prick!!"
The two-toned-haired boy's eyes widened. A direct insult to royalty warranted hanging upon conviction and this was the second time his smoky- gray-green-haired opponent had committed the crime. However, instead of ordering the other's execution, he simply screamed right back. "Anal- retentive idiot!!"
"I am not stupid!! Stuck up jerk!!"
"Yes, you are!! Stupid!!"
"Am not!!"
"Are to!!"
Their foreheads were nearly touching.
"Am not!!"
"Are to!!"
"AM NOT!!"
"ARE TO!!"
The Crown Prince of Kyu-Dan had absolutely no idea where fury ended and lust began. What he did know was that one minute, he was biting his opponent's head off and the next, he was kissing the other deeply and passionately as he pushed her against the chamber wall. And she was kissing him back despite the sheer ferocity of the lips pressed against her own. Aki tasted as good as he had imagined. The lingering taste of the juice she had been drinking before the game seemed to enhance her taste and he broke the kiss off to taste the pale flesh of her neck and smell her soft hair. She smelled faintly of soap and honey. Her almost fervent responses were subtly erotic in their own way and he was rigid from the very closeness of her body pressed up between the wall and his own. He slammed his hips against hers and she gasped loudly. He did it again and again, seeking to create more of that delicious friction and she could do little but breathe raggedly. Her arms held him close even as she told him he should stop, her slender fingers digging almost painfully into the flesh of his shoulders; obviously, her body didn't agree with her. His fingers trailed down her spine as he traced a path up her throat to find her now swollen lips with his tongue; he was going to bang her good right there and then and he didn't care what the world had to say about it. He lifted his knee, rubbing it against her inner thighs as he brought it up against her groin. The instant he came in contact with her heated flesh, she arched her back and whimpered in obvious climax just as the lust died in his body in his shock at his sudden discovery. She wasn't she; she was... a 'he'. Hikaru stiffened and even in the haze of afterglow, Akira realized with horror that he had been discovered.
"You... You're..." the prince began, nearly stunned speechless.
Despite how much he wanted to simply fall into the prince's arms, despite the strength of his desire to remain in that wonderful warmth, Akira pushed himself away from the bleached-blonde. "I-I'm sorry, Your Highness. It's late. I must be going," he said breathlessly and swiftly spun around and dashed out of the room and then the palace as quickly as he could without bothering about his slightly dishevelled appearance before Hikaru could say another word.
By the time he had regained his senses, Akira was long gone from the palace, on his way home upon the magical Goban, trembling slightly both from the after-effects of his first climax and from the intensity of the myriad of swirling emotions within him. After looking around the palace for his cross-dresser to no avail, Hikaru returned to the small playing chamber where he had violated his effeminate opponent only minutes before to stare at the game still on the Goban. After a few moments, he walked over and swept the stones back into the respective tsubos. As he clamped the covers shut, he spotted something blue on the floor near the wall. He walked over for a closer look; it was Akira's blue chiffon veil. It must have fallen off the tiara while he had been busy ravaging the other's body. He lifted it to his nose and inhaled the scent of it. Honey and soap.
"Aki..." he whispered softly to himself.
The want was still there.
A/N: I just love Akira in a dress, don't you? He's so pretty! I kind of
reversed the roles here, but I really couldn't imagine Hikaru being
passed off as a girl no matter what he wore, so... Anyway, hope you
enjoyed it and please review! I'm working on this!
"Yes; yes, of course. I think the tournament is going very well. I'm pleased that so many players have managed to attend," Hikaru said in response to a question from a minor noble's young daughter.
She was flirting with him and not succeeding in attracting his attention. Of course, she was very scantily clad and while he could appreciate a free show of beauty, it was starting to get annoying with everyone attempting to catch his eye and the one person he did want to be with was nowhere to be seen. Bad enough if it was just female attention he was receiving, but even guys wanted in between his sheets and were being less than subtle about the idea. Not that he had anything against sleeping with guys; he was, after all, flexible with his preferences. However, their blatant insinuations were just... well, blatant. And freaky. He had been mingling with the participants before the tournament and after officiating the tournament's commencement, with the guests who were not participating, most of who were the nobility. Thus far, he had been walking around maintaining the perfect manners and tact the court officials had spent more than ten years trying to instil in him with little success until recently. He was usually lying outright when he was trying to be tactful, saying modestly nice things about women's outfits he personally considered flat-out awful. So far, he had been either doing admirably or people were deliberately overlooking any misconduct on his part due to his rank and of course, the fact that they were practically dying to marry themselves or their children to him. His parents would have been proud. Sai would have been proud of his skills today were he around to see it. Suddenly, something –or rather, someone- caught his eye by the refreshments' table. Aki. Aki was here. His Aki had come after all. She was dressed in a pastel blue semi-backless gown with matching two-inch-heels. Her chin-length smoky-gray-green hair was kept in place with a simple tiara that had a chiffon veil over the back of her hair. Slender fingers held a half-empty glass of drink in her hand. The dress left most of her back exposed, the smooth creamy skin showing enticingly, begging to be caressed. A simple string of pearls circled her graceful neck and the dress' tight fit only accentuated her willowy frame. He made his way through the crowd and came up from behind to tap her on the shoulder, resolutely resisting the sudden insane urge to run his hands down her slender body. The desire to touch her was almost unbearable; only his desire to play Go with her was stronger. She turned around and surprised emerald-green eyes met his intense murky green ones.
"Lady Aki," he said her name softly.
* * *
Akira had been late today, wondering whether or not he'd find the prince waiting for him with the Royal Hangman for the utter lack of protocol he had shown the day before. Thus, he had lingered, debating whether or not to go until finally, the desire to play the prince and Sai's urging had won over. The fairy spoke as if he knew the prince, Akira observed, saying that Hikaru wasn't the type to hang someone for something as petty as a breach in protocol. Despite how much he wanted to play the prince again, however, he had gotten the jitters again when he arrived and thus, hadn't gone in search of the two-toned-haired boy. Therefore, the last thing he expected was the prince to personally approach him with a subtle tap to the shoulder as he stood sipping his glass of sparkling juice at the refreshments' corner. In fact, he was so surprised upon turning to discover the other that he nearly dropped his half-empty glass of juice.
"Lady Aki," the other said softly, a certain inflection to his voice telling Akira that he really wasn't intending to kill him. However, the same inflection sent a slight shiver up his spine for seeming somehow equally dangerous in some obscure different way.
For a long moment, Akira just stared back at him, stunned and dumbfounded. Then, suddenly remembering his manners, he quickly set his glass down on the table and attempted to curtsey as best he could. "Y-Your Highness." He nearly managed it. Akira knew that even two-inch-heels, while quantum times better than stilettos, would pose him a problem; he just didn't know how bad the Fates had it in for him. He slipped halfway through the curtsey and fell forward... straight into Prince Hikaru's waiting arms, the other having noticed his loss of balance and prepared to catch him. Somehow, the other's touch burned his skin, stirring up previously unfelt longings in his soul and aches in his groin. The feelings were irrational and he blushed, embarrassed to be feeling this way. He knew he had fallen in love with the prince, but to want him this way, knowing full well that the other didn't love him, was stupid. But no matter how stupid, it was human to want what you can't have and Akira was human. And the want was still there, powerful and undeniable. Hikaru's arms circled his waist and the fingertips resting lightly on the small of his back were sending jolts of liquid fire through his system that seemed to inevitably end up somewhere south of the Equator. And Akira swiftly albeit reluctantly steadied himself and pushed away from that enticing heat. "I beg your pardon, Highness," he said as evenly as he could manage.
"Huh? Oh, it's alright," Hikaru replied absently. The feeling of Akira in his arms had brought that insane urge to shove him against the wall and ravage his body mindlessly back full force. That creamy skin was as soft and smooth as it looked and he wanted to taste every inch of it. And that soft rosy blush colouring his cheeks was beginning to torment his libido. Hikaru wanted to bang him good; the only thing he wanted more was to play Go with him. "Play a game with me? I've been waiting," he invited calmly, resolutely shoving the lustful thoughts vengefully to the back of his mind.
"Yes, please, Your Highness," Akira said, forcing his raging hormones to calm down. An exciting and challenging game of Go sounded like a really good idea to take his mind off such unproductive thoughts.
He quietly followed Prince Hikaru back to the little chamber behind the curtains they had played in the evening before. He once again sat opposite the object of his desire and went through the familiar motions of Nigiri in silence. Hikaru was to be black this time. Hikaru placed his first stone on the lower left komoku and he responded with a lower right hoshi. The game progressed silently and all lustful thoughts were temporarily forgotten as both were swept up in the rush and thrill of the game before them, minds working relentlessly at trying to outplay the other. Stone after stone, black and white in turn, was placed on the board in intricate patterns, coalescing into graceful shapes on the expensive kaya backdrop. Akira knew he was short by about ten moku and he searched desperately for a comeback move. There weren't enough and the Crown Prince of Kyu-Dan's yose techniques were flawless as befitting of his station. By the end of the game, he had only managed to gain an extra three moku and he sighed. He really hated losing.
/Well, at least seven was better than yesterday's ten,/ he consoled himself despondently.
"Should we run the risk of bringing down the roof today?"
The two-toned-haired boy's voice snapped him out of his mind's downward spiral into desolation. "Huh?" Once again, the best response he could muster presently.
"I seem to recall that our last game discussion didn't go too well," Hikaru continued. /That was understating it big time,/ he mentally added dryly.
Akira blushed as the previous night's quarrel came flying back to him, causing heated blood to flow right back to Hikaru's groin.
/God, just when I had managed to stop thinking about that!/ he groaned mentally, that part of him between his thighs throbbing insistently and almost painfully. He could just see himself sliding his hands up Akira's silken inner thighs and his body's only response was to grow even hotter between his legs and for his member to throb even harder. Now he really wanted to screw Akira up against the wall until his longhaired opponent was nothing but a panting mass.
"My apologies, Your Highness. Please, let us discuss it," Akira's soft contralto sliced through the less than decent images of himself forming in the prince's mind.
"A-As you wish, Lady," Hikaru managed, trying frantically to keep his self- control and rationale.
If Akira noticed the stammer, he ignored it much to Hikaru's relief. "I think you should have gone here instead of here back then, my prince. It would have secured this side and halted my advance here." He gestured at the area in question.
Something about the way Akira said the words 'my prince' only served to arouse Hikaru's lust even more. He swallowed hard. "But here was more efficient for attacking and I expected you to come here anyway." He pointed at the appropriate intersection. Good, his voice sounded normal.
"It was just five moku in comparison to the fifteen up for grabs here. Obviously, I would have chosen to pursue this side."
"Well, obviously it wasn't enough for a victory," the bleached-blonde riposted snidely.
Akira was furious all over again. "The overall outcome is not the issue when discussing!" He raised his voice considerably.
"Well, you make it sound like I should always know what move you're going to play next and in case you didn't notice, I am not a precog! You're not doing too well at that yourself either!!" The young prince had no idea where lust and fury met and merged but all of a sudden, he was yelling in anger at what had only moments ago been the object of his desire.
"The whole idea is to read ahead and I can't believe you thought I'd take five instead of fifteen!!" Akira screeched back, rising violently.
"Oh yeah?! Well, I can't believe you missed this hane here completely!!" Hikaru countered, rising with equal force to meet Akira head on.
"I did not miss it!!"
"Oh yeah?! Well, I guess that means you weren't good enough to stop me then!!" came the prince's sardonic reply.
Their voices were back to yesterday's hundred and sixty decibels.
"How dare you!! Just 'cause you're crown prince doesn't entitle you to disrespect me!!"
"Oh yeah?!!" the bleached-blonde challenged.
"Oh, not the 'oh yeah?'s again!!"
"I can't believe you'd actually count my speech patterns!!"
"I can't believe you'd even stoop to using your station!!"
They were leaning closer and closer to each other with every sentence.
"If I'm a better player, then I'm a better player! Your not being good enough to beat me has nothing to do with my being Heir Apparent!!"
Deep down, Akira had to admit that the prince was right, but he wasn't about to lose the argument. "It does if you're using it against me!!"
"You're the one that brought up the issue of rank!!"
"You're the one that started disrespecting me!!"
They were just about sharing breathing space, eyes blazing in anger as they tried to shout each other down in vain.
"Get the stick out of your ass, Lady! No wait, I stand corrected; it's a tree, a bloody sycamore!!" yelled Hikaru sarcastically.
Akira was outraged; prince or no prince, Hikaru was not about to get off scot-free with calling him anal-retentive to his face. "Arrogant prick!!"
The two-toned-haired boy's eyes widened. A direct insult to royalty warranted hanging upon conviction and this was the second time his smoky- gray-green-haired opponent had committed the crime. However, instead of ordering the other's execution, he simply screamed right back. "Anal- retentive idiot!!"
"I am not stupid!! Stuck up jerk!!"
"Yes, you are!! Stupid!!"
"Am not!!"
"Are to!!"
Their foreheads were nearly touching.
"Am not!!"
"Are to!!"
"AM NOT!!"
"ARE TO!!"
The Crown Prince of Kyu-Dan had absolutely no idea where fury ended and lust began. What he did know was that one minute, he was biting his opponent's head off and the next, he was kissing the other deeply and passionately as he pushed her against the chamber wall. And she was kissing him back despite the sheer ferocity of the lips pressed against her own. Aki tasted as good as he had imagined. The lingering taste of the juice she had been drinking before the game seemed to enhance her taste and he broke the kiss off to taste the pale flesh of her neck and smell her soft hair. She smelled faintly of soap and honey. Her almost fervent responses were subtly erotic in their own way and he was rigid from the very closeness of her body pressed up between the wall and his own. He slammed his hips against hers and she gasped loudly. He did it again and again, seeking to create more of that delicious friction and she could do little but breathe raggedly. Her arms held him close even as she told him he should stop, her slender fingers digging almost painfully into the flesh of his shoulders; obviously, her body didn't agree with her. His fingers trailed down her spine as he traced a path up her throat to find her now swollen lips with his tongue; he was going to bang her good right there and then and he didn't care what the world had to say about it. He lifted his knee, rubbing it against her inner thighs as he brought it up against her groin. The instant he came in contact with her heated flesh, she arched her back and whimpered in obvious climax just as the lust died in his body in his shock at his sudden discovery. She wasn't she; she was... a 'he'. Hikaru stiffened and even in the haze of afterglow, Akira realized with horror that he had been discovered.
"You... You're..." the prince began, nearly stunned speechless.
Despite how much he wanted to simply fall into the prince's arms, despite the strength of his desire to remain in that wonderful warmth, Akira pushed himself away from the bleached-blonde. "I-I'm sorry, Your Highness. It's late. I must be going," he said breathlessly and swiftly spun around and dashed out of the room and then the palace as quickly as he could without bothering about his slightly dishevelled appearance before Hikaru could say another word.
By the time he had regained his senses, Akira was long gone from the palace, on his way home upon the magical Goban, trembling slightly both from the after-effects of his first climax and from the intensity of the myriad of swirling emotions within him. After looking around the palace for his cross-dresser to no avail, Hikaru returned to the small playing chamber where he had violated his effeminate opponent only minutes before to stare at the game still on the Goban. After a few moments, he walked over and swept the stones back into the respective tsubos. As he clamped the covers shut, he spotted something blue on the floor near the wall. He walked over for a closer look; it was Akira's blue chiffon veil. It must have fallen off the tiara while he had been busy ravaging the other's body. He lifted it to his nose and inhaled the scent of it. Honey and soap.
"Aki..." he whispered softly to himself.
The want was still there.
A/N: I just love Akira in a dress, don't you? He's so pretty! I kind of
reversed the roles here, but I really couldn't imagine Hikaru being
passed off as a girl no matter what he wore, so... Anyway, hope you
enjoyed it and please review! I'm working on this!