Disclaimer: I don't own Hikaru no Go. If only…
Notes: This story is set somewhere before the Hokuto Cup.
"Let go of my arm! People are looking at us."
Hikaru's exasperation was obvious in his voice, but that didn't convince Akira to let go of the shorter boy. A number of people watched them with open curiosity. Hikaru tried to relax and look calm, but it was rather difficult when he really wanted to take a swing at Akira.
Akira glanced at the onlookers, but didn't release the other boy's arm, instead he kept on pulling him along until they were alone at the end of a shady alley.
"I can't believe you had the nerve to drag me here all the way from the Go salon. And in front of all those people!" Irritation replaced the embarrassment he felt, when he realized Akira still held his arm in a rigid grip.
"Would you please let go of me now?" He pleaded one last time. "Is this really necessary?"
"If you hadn't tried to ignore me I wouldn't have had to resort to this." Akira relaxed his grip on Hikaru but didn't let go of him completely. The tone of his voice was soft, but his gaze was as piercing as ever. "I believe I have your attention now."
Hikaru held his chin up and defiantly faced Akira. "And now that you have my attention what are you going to do?"
An arrogant smile formed in Akira's face as he studied Hikaru's expression. He acknowledged the challenge in his voice and was satisfied with it. This was the Hikaru he knew. He was after all, Akira's rival.
What am I going to do? I'm going to make you mine.
Hikaru must have sensed Akira's intentions, because he started to slowly back away until he felt the cool wall against his back. Akira let go of Hikaru's arm but placed his hands on the shorter boy's shoulders instead. Hikaru was trapped and he knew it.
"We are going to have a talk."
"I don't want to talk to you, don't be so damned stubborn!"
"You are the stubborn one. Let the games end once and for all and just be honest. There is something going on between us. We both feel it. We should stop trying to deny it."
Hikaru hadn't lied. He didn't want to talk to Akira. Being alone with him made him edgy. He had tried to ignore him, but the taller boy wouldn't allow it, and now Hikaru felt his self-control slip away.
"Don't decide things on your own."
Hikaru's voice was barely above a whisper, his mouth felt dry and he licked his lips before he realized what he was doing. Akira didn't say anything, but stared at moisten lips. The intensity of his gaze made Hikaru's skin shiver.
Akira leaned closer to Hikaru, their lips were just inches away. "Do I frighten you?" Akira's silky voice finally broke the silence.
"Don't look at me like that, you are making me nervous." Hikaru confessed.
"Why don't you answer the question?" Akira let out a sigh. "Just admit that there is something between us."
"We don't really know each other. How can there be anything between us?"
"I know everything I need to know about you" Akira replied. " You are determined, energetic, loyal and passionate… and you are attracted to me."
Hikaru's cheeks were in flames. "How can you know that?"
"Am I wrong?" Akira's voice was low and husky. Hikaru swallowed hard. Akira moved one of his hands away from Hikaru's shoulder and slowly traced the line of his jaw with the tip of his fingers.
"I guess I'll have find out." He tilted Hikaru's face slightly and pressed his mouth against the other boy's lips. The shorter boy tried to resist, but when Akira's mouth opened over his and his tongue proved into the warmth of his own mouth, all rational thoughts abandoned him.
Hikaru felt his knees go weak and clung to Akira's neck. That was all the encouragement Akira needed to deepen the kiss. He felt himself moan in pleasure when Hikaru's tongue touched his, timidly at first, and then with growing eagerness.
Akira's embrace became hotter, rougher, more demanding. The more he tasted the sweetness of those lips, the more he wanted them. Hikaru was lost in the sensations that flowed through him and his body began to tremble. The intensity of the need that Akira awakened within him frightened Hikaru, and he finally managed to pull away from him. His breathing was ragged, his lips swollen and his faced flushed.
Akira managed to regain some of his composure. Triumph was written all over his face.
"I dare you to say there is nothing between us."
Hikaru couldn't utter a word. He was shocked and embarrassed by his reaction to Akira's kiss; his taste still lingered in his mouth.
"I want you. You want me. It's very simple." Akira's tone serious, with only the slightest hint of irritation showing. "Why do you want to make this complicated?"
" I want you?" Hikaru was infuriated. "It was just a kiss!" He didn't sound very convincing. "You are jumping to your own conclusions."
Akira sighed. "It looks like you want to keep playing games." He turned away from the other boy and slowly started walking. "It seems that I'll be your opponent once more." He turned and faced Hikaru again. "And as you know, I play to win."
Hikaru lifted an eyebrow. "Is that a challenge?"
Akira's lips curved into a predatory smile. "You will be mine." And with that statement, he turned his back on Hikaru and walked out to the street.
Hikaru was speechless. He felt as if the floor had been pulled from under his feet, and had to lean back on the wall behind him. He touched his lips with shaky fingers, remembering the way Akira had kissed him. A single tear ran down his cheek.
"Damn you Touya Akira!"
~The End… or is it?