Author's note: Old AkiHika drabble-fic.

Disclaimer: I don't own Hikaru no Go.

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Doing It in the Parents Room

by SVZ

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Hikaru had forcefully dragged Akira into the room, and locked the door behind him.

Akira looked around, and then gaped in horror. Oh no. Shindou just had to... “Shindou! This is my parents' bedroom! ” he hissed, feeling paranoid. He half-expectedly his father to come bursting in through the closet or something, even though he knew that his father was actually talking to Ogata-sensei downstairs. The room was bare and orderly with a furnished sort of elegance that was prominent throughout all the rooms in his house.

“And won’t they miss us from the party?” Akira added, listening to the soft chatter that he could make out through the floor.

“Yeah, so?” Hikaru said easily, smirking. His features looked downright predatory.

“We can’t do it in here !”

“Who says we can’t?” asked Hikaru, looking around and admiring his surroundings. His opinion of Touya’s dad went up. That guy had real class---and was that real cherry wood?

“Shindou, stop fondling the dresser! And have you no respect? This is so wrong . “

“Mmhmm…”

“Oh god, we are not doing it on the bed! Shindou…”

“Not listening…”

Hikaru pulled Akira onto the bed with him.

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When they were finished, they were both worn out.

Akira was quite enthusiastic, Hikaru reflected, lazily. “So, what did you think of that?” he inquired the dark-haired pro.

“It was OK,” Akira admitted. “I mean, it was strangely … liberating.”

Hikaru snorted. “You’re strange.” He paused and then chuckled. “ Man, Touya…I can’t believe your dad grounded you from Go for a week . Dude, is he even allowed to do that?”

Akira suddenly found the ceiling to be very fascinating. “Technically… yes. I don’t have any Go matches, so that wasn’t a problem…”

“You’re eighteen, Touya. You still listen to your dad?”

“ Yes. ” Akira answered, testily.

“Well, for the first time in your life, you’ve been a bad boy,” Hikaru replied, wickedly. He looked almost proud. He gestured towards the finished game that was lying on the bed between them, “You won, too. Two and a half moku difference.”

“Yeah…”

Hikaru wrinkled his nose. “You should tell your dad to install air conditioning in this room. I think I’m dying.”

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When Hikaru came downstairs, looking sweaty but smug, and with an equally happy and flushed Akira in tow, Waya and Isumi decided not to ask any awkward questions.

Kuwabara just chortled and gave the pair of rivals a knowing look.

--fin—

Author's Note: Crack inspired by Arizona Green Tea. Comments and constructive criticism welcomed.