Disclaimer: I can't think of something cute or witty to say. So, yeah, standard "it's not mine" stuff.

Author's notes: This'll the most sexually explicit chapter and is therefore dedicated to my good friend Ashie (just kissy scene – no sex – but maybe in the next one …), who reads my stuff despite not having watched the anime. She has always provided much appreciated encouragement and has challenged me to step out of my writing "comfort zone." (She refused to review my last ff until I wrote in a sex scene, incidentally my first one. It was difficult, but I love my reviews, lol. Anyways, I have since decided to dedicate my "dirtiest" chapter in each ff I write to her. :p)

Chapter 8: Actions and Interruptions

The moment that Hikaru's lips touched his, Akira felt a jolt run through him. The kiss was expected; the feeling wasn't. It was as if he had had the wind knocked out of him, except the feeling was pleasant, more than pleasant. Shortness of breath enhanced the sensation of soaring that slowly spread throughout his body. The tips of his appendages tingled with the excitement of this delightfully foreign touch as Hikaru's mouth fed hungrily off of his. Hikaru's lips moved against his own demanding a response that Akira was more than happy to give. When a slick tongue moved its way between his lips, he was vaguely aware that he responded with a small noise of surprise.

Yes, was the only word that echoed through Hikaru's mind, as an adventurous hand found itself settled on Akira's hip, fingers digging slightly into the thin, khaki cloth. The other boy was responding better than he imagined, and so he took the opportunity to slide his tongue over Akira's, pleased when he felt the dark haired boy's hand clamp over his shoulder, hanging on as if he would fall over otherwise.

I'm no good, Akira thought feeling his knees weaken as he continually became aware of exactly what was happening: lips against lips, tongues teasing each other, bodies pressed together. And now he was relying on the other boy to help him keep his balance as the other boy's hand was straying from its position on his hip. So, he broke from the kiss, turning his head to the side, almost shyly.

"Shindou," he gasped once he had caught his breath. "What are we –" But Akira never got to finish his question, as Hikaru was nowhere near satisfied.

Being denied Akira's lips, Hikaru just moved elsewhere. If he followed the delicate jaw line, he realized that it would soon meet with the beautiful white flesh of Akira's neck. So he kissed slowly, gently at first, only brushing his lips against soft, powder-fine skin. As he moved, his kisses became harder, more planted and purposeful, tongue leaving a trail of salvia from the base of Akira's neck to his collarbone.

"Un." Akira found the sound escaping his lips before he could stop it. "Shin-mmm." Biting his lip, he found himself throwing his head back, eyes shutting so he could focus on the burning sensation that was taking over, making him feel as if his whole body were plunged into a sudden fever.

Even while he worked, Hikaru was very much aware of how Akira was reacting to his touches. The quiet sounds of pleasure egged him on, and his lips tugged into a triumphant smile as he nuzzled against Akira's throat, matching taste to a familiar scent.

Quite caught up in the moment, Akira almost missed the sound of keys being inserted to the front door, almost missed the sound of the turning knob and of luggage dropping against the tile floor.

"Mom … Dad?" he whispered hoarsely, feeling horror spread across his face, panic overwhelming all of his senses. Suddenly, his heart was beating much quicker than its already accelerated pace. Frantically, he pushed against Hikaru's shoulders separating himself from the other boy. Shock and disappointment shone clearly blonde's eyes as eyebrows furrowed as if trying to figure out what had just happened. Hand on his heart, Akira felt the rate slow a little when he discovered that his parents were still at the front door around the corner. He and Hikaru were safe.

Safe? he thought. Safe from what? And why did he feel as if he needed to hide? Before he could ponder those questions, he heard familiar footsteps coming towards the kitchen, loud, imposing ones followed by a light shuffle.

"Akira-san?" His mother called.

"I'm in the kitchen, mom" he replied.

"Akira," his father greeted him upon visual contact. His voice, like always had that rumbling, powerful quality. Then those eyes darted to the side noticing that his son wasn't alone. "Shindou-kun."

"T-touya-sensei," Hikaru greeted hastily, bowing his head.

The weighty gaze of Touya Kouyo looked from Hikaru to Akira, then back to Hikaru. Even though he looked at the boy with blonde hair, he addressed his son. "Akira, you look a little flushed. Are you sick?"

With the assessment, Akira felt his face redden even more. He wasn't used to hiding things from his parents. "I-I …"

"Yeah!" Hikaru spoke up. "I came over to help him, because he has a fever."

"I see," the former Meijin acknowledged. Eyes lingered on Hikaru for a moment longer, as if he was able to see deeper into the situation, and then he switched his gaze to his son. "Akira, your mother is not feeling well. That's why we cut our trip one day short. I'm going to take her upstairs. You, take care of yourself." With that, he escorted his wife upstairs without another word. Even as the couple retreated into the dark hallway, whispering between them could be heard.

Letting out a deep breath, Akira felt as if some normality was finally returning.

"Touya!" Hikaru's sharp and insistent voice cut through his brief relief.

"Yes?" he asked.

"You really suck at lying."

"I don't think the ability to lie to one's parents is something to be proud of," Akira hissed back. "What if they had seen us?"
"So what?" Hikaru asked, olive green eyes flashing defiantly.

Akira tilted his head, caught off guard. "I …" He found that no response was readily coming to him.

"I think we should talk in your room, Touya." Anger coursing through Hikaru's viens, he averted his eyes, refusing to look at the dark haired boy.

"Alright," Akira whispered. "Let's go." He took the initiative to lead the other boy up the stairs and to his room, knowing very well that Hikaru was not happy with him. On his way up, he thought hard, trying to come up with a reason on why he felt it appropriate for them to hide the feelings that embodied them both.

Author's Notes: FIVE days in between this update and the last one. I'm in a generous mood (that and I'm being pressured by friends who are reading this ff). A rather unremarkable chapter except for the make-out scene, but they can't all be cliffhangers. Starting now, a little thing called the GRE will be taking over my life. Be patient; this story will be finished, so keep the encouragements coming!

Disturbing but true: Akira's mom actually addresses him as "san." I found it quite odd that she used that particular name suffix. 0.o This isn't normal is it? I really don't know.

-Revised- with the helpful comments of hostilecrayon. (Thanks!) I knew something didn't sound quite right with that phrase. LOL. I could have said "breathlessness" as well, but I wasn't smart enough to think of that while getting im's saying "post your next chapter."