Collated drabbles part 2
Another set of drabbles from previous and blind_go chats. This is the rather weird, pairing heavy post. Run while you still can :D
IV. Ogata/Isumi
Hunger
Isumi hungered, not only for his touch, his mouth, his body. Isumi hungered to be with him not only at their secret meetings, but all the time. Isumi wondered when his appetite got twisted against him.
Ogata touched the layer of whipped cream off the cake, and slowly slipped that one cream-coated finger into Isumi's mouth. "Lap it up."
And Isumi sucked on that finger, the way he wanted to suck Ogata's cock, trying to get the older man in the mood for a fuck. Ogata watched him do that, and slowly, sensually, pulled his finger out. Isumi whimpered, but he dared not to snatch that hand back and suck on it, because Ogata had plans for tonight.
"Is your mouth longing for something?"Ogata asked, dragging his hand on top of his thighs. "Come at me, then. But you can only use your mouth."
The was the way between them: rules as Ogata dictated, sex as he wanted it. Isumi knelt between Ogata's legs, laying his shaking hands on those trousered thighs. He drew his face close to Ogata's crotch, and he could smell Ogata's scent. He bit down on the zipper and the sound of it zipping down was loud to his ears. They burned with shame, and he distracted himself by mouthing Ogata's hardening cock through his boxers.
"Very good."
Not enough, he thought. Still not enough. He tugged at the cloth with his lips, pushing it aside to get to his target. Ogata shifted in his seat, helping Isumi's catch hold of him in his mouth. Isumi moaned and latched on him, lapping him up. He nibbled lightly on the reddened crown, before sliding his mouth down to the base of Ogata's cock. Isumi closed his eyes as he bobbed his head up and down, trying to get as much of Ogata's cock down without gagging. He tried to remember what Ogata did to him the other night, tried to relax until he finally had Ogata's whole length in his mouth. And then he sucked, hard.
"Look at me, Shinichiro-kun," Ogata whispered, his voice tight. "I want to look into your eyes when I come."
He opened his eyes, the light shining intensely behind his lashes. Ogata groaned as he came, staring into them. Isumi pulled back till he only had the tip of his cock in his mouth. He watched the older man's eyes glaze over as his come filled his mouth.
Isumi sat back, slaked, his appetite satisfied. Ogata touched his hair lightly, a lazy smile on his lips.
"Now, it's my turn to satisfy my hunger," he murmured, dragging the young man up for a kiss.
Say my name
Isumi can be likened to a well-made sculpture when he stands by the window at night, silhouetted by the stray rays from the passing cars across the street. His silence after sex makes such a comparison possible, because in the dim lighting he is stripped of all embarrassment, the coy hesitations that made Ogata notice the young man in the first place.
Ogata sets down the lukewarm beer he's been nursing for the past half-hour of uneasy quiet that settled down at at Isumi's last words. He was the first to break the silence.
"You wish to make it public?"
Isumi tilts his head. "Am I asking too much, Ogata-san?" His voice diffident, so different from the earlier confidence. Ogata wonders why he keeps seeking approval for eberything, when he could simply take and take and it would not matter.
Ogata frowns at Isumi's formal use of his name. They've been in this - relationship was too strong a word - this agreement for the past few months, with nary a word mentioned about telling the world about it. And Isumi calls him Ogata, and he calls Isumi Isumi, and when they meet for sex they never dropped that barrier. Ogata thinks, if only Isumi would call him by his first name then maybe he can allow this to happen.
Instead, Ogata replies with a shrug and a tug that sends Isumi sprawling over him. As the young man struggles to stand up he says, "Do you know the magic word to make me agree, Isumi-kun?"
Isumi closes his eyes as he ran his fingers on a slow sensual slide from the young man's mouth to chest to the still unfastened pants. Isumi shifts to press his hardening cock to Ogata's groin, his lips parted awaiting for a kiss.
Before their lips met Isumi whispers, "Seiji-san?"
Ogata smiles.
Topped
Ogata woke up with a splitting headache, and a deep, bone-aching pain all over. The combination had happened once before, and he glanced at his bedmate suspiciously.
Isumi was sparkling so much it made his eyes hurt. "Not again," he groaned. Isumi tried to look remorseful, but he totally could not.
"I always enjoy it when you give me the opportunity to top, Ogata-san," he said.
"Dammit, I think we're seriously past the -san part by now that you've screwed me twice."
Isumi's sparkles grew brighter. "Can I try for a third time?"
Ogata's answer was a pillow to Isumi's head.
French Toast
"Is it any good?" Isumi's worried and concerned face made Ogata consider his answer carefully. Should he be honest about Isumi's performance, when he knew the young man had tried his hardest? Should he explain that despite the apparent simplicity of a french toast, there were multitudes of ways to get it wrong: the ratio of milk to the egg, the thickness of the bread used.
Or at this point, the rate at which the bottom part of the toast has been burned.
He took another bite, delaying his inevitable judgement call, and crunched through the carbonized half consideringly.
"It's all right."
Isumi's relieved smile made the not-quite-truth all right.
[Isumi/Tsutsui but this had to go here, you'll see!] You are the gold of my sun
"Is this all right? Am I hurting you anywhere?" sumi was a bit breathless, and Tsutsui shuddered as he twisted to look over his shoulder, at what the older boy was doing. Isumi's hands were large - not too large, not bony and calloused like - but Tsutsui stopped the thought before it could coalesce, because that led to his regrets, and tonight was definitely not the time for maudlin thoughts.
He'd met Isumi through Shindou, and their mutual quiet attitudes brought them closer together at times when Waya and Shindou and the rest were intent on living each moment as if they will die on the next. Despite Isumi being older, it was Tsutsui who first proposed this meeting when he saw the news of the car accident on the paper.
"Is this your first?" At Isumi's earnest headshake Tsutsui laughed, soft puffs of air against the pillow. "It isn't mine. You don't have to be so gentle."
Isumi rested his forehead on Tsutsui's naked back. "I've never - "
"I know." He turned over, and now they were face to face. "It might be easier for you this way."
"Why are you doing this?" Isumi's voice was full of his fear and hesitation, but his hands moved more surely now, following someone else's lead. Tsutsui closed his eyes and breathed in deeply.
"I - I have my reasons." He understood the lost of that wanted one, the beloved one that blazed through his life and became his sun. And Tsutsui thought, as Isumi braced himself on the bed, that he was the lucky one - he could still wake up tomorrow and try to call his sun, while Isumi has lost his through a cruel, cruel twist of fate.
Afterwards Tsutsui turned his back as Isumi silently cried over an abandoned white coat.
V. Ochi-centric
Chocolate OTP
Ochi would never admit to it, but the idea of a chocolate confectionery shop right beside the Go Institute would make his life easier and harder at the same time. There would be an endless supply of the delicious confections he liked the most, but then everyone would know of his obsession.
While thinking over this dilemna he went tapping on the stall door, and from the other side Honda said, "But you didn't lose your game today!"
[Honda/Ochi] Life imitating film
It began when he found the stash of porn underneath Waya's bed. Ochi laughed at them saying they were boring as hell, all big boobs and no sex. He was intrigued, asking the bespectacled boy how he'd know that. And then Ochi gave him a straight face, and told him he'd researched the market thoroughly and had only the best, and if he wanted he could show them to him. Waya was flailing angrily in the background as he agreed to do a tradeoff of gravures with Ochi.
It started with magazines, then sites to go, and graduated to AV videos. Sometimes they even trade tips on how to get them, and if he sometimes had a twinge of conscience for encouraging an underage kid to read porn, he just remembered that Ochi had means to get porn beyond his budget.
That changed when he found a gay magazine stuck in between the foreign girlie mags. And then one soon after, one of the AVs was mislabeled and contained explicit shouta. He was shocked to find his cock hardening at the sight of the boy rocking to the man's thrusts, and could not meet Ochi's eyes when he returned it. And then pinned him down and did exactly what happened in the AV.
Ochi did not cry out or resist. It seemed he was expecting it, and simply put his glasses back on after. They never kiss. This was the one thing he didn't do even while they were having sex, so when Ochi turned to him to give him a kiss he froze.
"It was good. Maybe next time we can do some other AV, Honda."
[Making fun of Ochi] Choco Anonymice
At a sekrit Chocoholics Anonymous meeting.
"Hello. My name is Ochi, and I am turned on by chocolate. I would want to sex someone up in the presence of chocolate."
Honda things, "O RLY?" to one side.
"It's ridiculous. I'M NOT SUPPOSED TO WANT TO SEX THE MEIJIN WITH HOT CHOCO."
"Ehehehehe," Kuwabara said, and he bit off another piece of his chocolate bar, still snickering.
From the corner, both Ogata and Yashiro laughed until they fell off their chairs.
[Honda/Ochi/Kuwabara/Ogata/Kouyou] Aural pleasures
Ochi's talents were not in go, even though he is determined to master it. He'd loved the game since he heard commentary from a game between Touya Kouyo and Kuwabara. Though they were talking about shapes and play strength, he focused on the sound of their tones against each other's, Kouyou's low bass overlying Kuwabara's crackling baritone.
He quickly signed up for go lessons, and was firmly installed in insei class after a year. He met more young insei's there, but none struck a chord in him the way that commentary first did.
He realized the attraction go had for him was not with the games when he heard Ogata chatting with another Touya student. As he passed by the viewing room Ogata's voice dropped to a low murmur as they spoke of where to go after the game. Heat flooded in him, and he ran immediately to the toilet and locked the door. That had been several months ago, and still their voices caused him to go to the bathroom immediately. Today he disguised his quick wank session with rapid tapping on the door, and he gasped out when he heard Touya Kouyou enter the bathroom and talk to someone about the coming tournament leagues.
Ochi blushed furiously as he splattered all over the door. He quickly swiped at the tissues to clean up his mess. As he exited the bathroom he caught Honda glancing his way curiously.
"It was Ogata this time, wasn't it?"
"Shut up." Ochi swatted the offer of tissues. "It's none of your business."
Honda bent to whisper in his ears. "Is it? Well then, maybe you'd like to consider me to sweet talk you to rushing to the toilet? Maybe you'd like to consider bending over and finding out how my voice will turn you on?"
Ochi shivered.
Private Time
Ochi keeps his private life strictly private. It's not that anyone will bother to become more intimately acquainted with him - most of the insei thought he was a dick anyway, and he had no one to call a friend in school - so his routine was: school -> insei class -> cram school -> home to a boring frequency that beats even Touya's absolutely mundane life.
Ochi has no private life to speak of. Not really.
His ridiculously extensive collection of music, the stereo, and the old-fashioned turntable in his room says otherwise. His private life revolves around music, and the albums were not of the latest Jrock or Jpop Shindou would have, but classic vinyls. When he is alone and the door is locked against thoughts of go, rivalry and studies his room turns into his sanctuary. And his sanctuary is wrapped up in music from the seventies, when people danced with abandon on the floor to a cacophony of synthesizers, drums and guitars.
Ochi thinks that one day, he might summon up enough courage to say out loud his love for disco, and find someone who share it with him, but till then, he sits in his room, headset on, tapping his hand against his knees to the addicting beat.
VI. Kuwabara-centric
I feel obligated to mention that if there was any section of the drabble posts you should avoid, this is it. Yes.
Ghost in the Machine
In the beginning Ogata dies.
Everyone is strangely unsurprised when Kuwabara is grumpier than ever. The old man has always been grumpy, yes, but after Ogata's death, Kuwabara has become downright snappish.Though Honinbou Kuwabara was totally irascible, he was also playing better than ever. And the strangest part was -
"Doesn't his game remind you a bit of how Ogata-san would playthe game, father?" Akira asked the former Meijin, as they watched Kuwabara play with renewed vigor against the current Gosei title holder.
Shindou looked harassed, and Touya Kouyo nodded. "His game has turned inconsistent, it seems. Sometimes I see the old Honinbou, and sometimes I see Ogata's play."
As Shindou thought about his next move a voice in Honinbou's head said, "He's totally going to play a nose tesuji here. Let me answer it now."
And Kuwabara snapped back, "Let me win the game on my own, you young no-good whippersnapper. You never won against me, remember?"
Ogata snarked back, "It wasn't my fault YOU decided to buy my computer and found me haunting it!".
Dirty Little Secrets
Honinbou Kuwabara had a dirty little secret. Not the one about enjoying to tease Ogata with his title. Everyone knew that - though one can say that's related to his dirty little secret. At his age dirty little secrets don't matter to anyone, but he liked to keep the true reasons behind his teasing secret.
He liked to see them break.
He liked the look in their eyes once they know defeat is inevitable, and the struggle inside. e liked knowing he had the power and they cannot escape his games, and the more the fight the more he kept them in line. He liked it, and had seen that look on countless faces on top of the goban. It used to be that he was satisfied with a quick handjob after the games to get rid of the lust, but he was getting old, and these days he needed assistance.
The blank look in the boy's gaze as Kuwabara filled him heightened his lust. He fucked the boy with erratic strokes, and his partner whimpered as their sex grew rough. He was going to come too soon, but he didn't mind, it just felt good to have someone under him, totally defeated in sex and in the game they loved.
"N-no - stop - ah - " he breathed out, trying to stroke in rhythm with each thrust. What an awkward place to have sex, in the viewing room of the go institute, but it was always like this when it came to sex between them.
It was Ochi who came first, frantic to end their session. "Ya - " the syllable died on his lips as he tightened in orgasm, sending Kuwabara over the edge. And this was Ochi's shame, and his secret that shamed him to have more sex with the older pro.
They cleaned up, with Ochi avoiding his gaze. But he knew next week, once the Hokuto Cup was underway, he'll find Ochi with that blank look again, and they will get a room in the hotel, and keep their dirty little secrets locked away from the world.
Movie Magic
Whoever got them into this mess, would die a thousand miserable deaths, Ogata thought, even as he ran after his Rhett Butler. He'd been subjected to two hundred and twenty minutes of having to act out Scarlett O'Hara's life to escape this movie universe, and if only he had a better partner it would have been good.
Also, ruffled skirts and corsets were a bitch, and his Rhett was enjoying this a bit too much.
He finally caught up as 'Rhett' was walking out of the door. A few more scenes, and he'll be out of this, he thought.
He managed to say in a suitably breathless monotone, "Rhett... if you go, where shall I go, what shall I do?"
Honinbou Kuwabara was grinning as he delivered the parting shot. "Frankly, my dear, I don't give a damn."
Welcome to my world!
Hikaru covered his head with a pillow as the latest scandal broke out in the usually quiet go world. Hikaru's mother gasped at the sight of two men, one slightly middle-aged, the other a wickedly grinning old man. In a ceremony. With formal robes and a priest.
Akira looked shellshocked on tv, he thought, even as his mom asked, "Are those two go pros marrying each other?!"
Hikaru sighed. "Welcome to the Go World, mom."
Maid cafe!
There was a time and place for everything, Kuwabara believed. That was his way of living. Right now though, he could appreciate life's little surprises.
After all, he wasn't getting any younger, and today, on his natal day, the sight of not one, but two bespectacled go pros in short french maid uniforms. It made him so happy he could die right now and go straight to heaven.
Ogata knelt down with aplomb, balancing the tea tray while managing to not lose his balance on those high heels.
"Tea for the Master?" he asked, as Ochi massaged Kuwabara's shoulders, prepping him for some vigorous exercise later.
A loud bang from the door. "No, I should be serving the master first!" Tsutsui ran in, his skirts hiked ridiculously high to display his garters.
"Flasher," Ochi muttered, annoyed.
Kuwabara snorted as the three french maids started a catfight to serve him. "Ah, this is the life."
As for Kaga:
By sheer manly stength (and maybe the liberal use of the feather duster) Ogata emerged victorious to serve their master first. Tsutsui, deliciously dishevelled, sniffled in a corner, moaning the lack of a Master.
At that point, Kaga, past master in catching every opportunity to get his uke even more dishevelled, walked in, and said, "Hey, Tsutsui, make me a sammich."
And Tsutsui, realizing one master did want him, happily complied.
VII. Pairings
[Isumi/Waya] A different sort of fuseki study
"So if you play the tesuji in 14-3, you can stabilize the corner and, oh, oooooooooh, do that again, Waya," Isumi moaned as the younger go pro lapped his tongue around his cock.
Waya raised his head. "Don't you dare stop talking," he warned.
He went back to giving head, and Isumi tried to recite what was in the Meijin's book about fuseki, his hands shaking.
How can Waya be so turned on by the very act of reciting fuseki diagrams was beyond him, but as long as Waya sucked his cock he'd do this everyday.
[Isumi/Waya] Not the girl
"Are they or aren't they?" was a question Waya often heard whenever he passes by the female insei. It's not really his problem if they thought he and Isumi were going out - which they definitely weren't, and even if they WERE it shouldn't matter anyway.
So what if he went googly-eyed when Isumi tol him he was coming back from China, so what if Isumi treating him out after games not only makes his pockets happy, but sends his heart soaring? His reactions don't show on his face anyway, and well - he wasn't the girl in this relationship anyway.
[Kishimoto/Mitani] Denial
Kishimoto does not have fetishes. Or rather, he looked like he doesn't have them.
His prim, straight face doesn't even crack as he quietly jerked off in his room, imagining, of all things, a pair of suspenders wrapped around thin arms.
That he imagined those arms to be that of a slim, boyish girl revealed his repression.
He closed his eyes, and the fantasy switched to those suspenders binding the girl's legs to the bed, and his strokes came faster. He pretended he never thought of suspenders before he met the Haze boy. He pretended.
But that was only because he was in denial.
[Kishimoto/Mitani] Denial Redux
As Kishimoto pulled on his shirt he said, "It would be best if we forget about this." His voice was cold, like the deep of winter right outside their motel window.
The boy on the bed waved a languid hand, too tired to protest. His cat-like eyes watched as Kishimoto puttered about the room, trying to avoid glancing at the unmade bed and the naked boy on it.
"I'd sooner forget it, if I can escape this." And Mitani used one of his bound hands to point at the suspenders tying him to the headboard.
Kishimoto edged closer, still trying not to look at him as he undid them. Freed from his bonds Mitani slid his arms around Kishimoto's neck, drawing him down for a kiss.
Kishimoto flailed away, flustered. Mitani shrugged. "The question there is if you really want to forget it?" he asked, sliding off the bed. He walked over to the bathroom, and Kishimoto buried his head in his hands.
[Kishimoto/Iijima] Oh Snap!
"Those are MY glasses," Kishimoto huffed, scrambling to find his eyeglasses after the quick makeout session with the college boy he met in the club.
Too bad the lights were too dim to make it easier, and he was blind as a bat without them.
Iijima attempted to put on a jacket, realized it was the other boy's, and handed it over. "I think those are mine, though."
Kishimoto stepped away from the wall, and they heard a loud snap. "Oh damn."
"Tell me those aren't my glasses."
"I hope they aren't mine either."
[Hidaka/Akari] Three kisses and a fourth
It starts out with a kiss.
For a story that involved love in any way, it usually starts out that way. Two people, joined in liplock due to attraction, seduction, or plain unfortunate timing. All three applies to this situation.
That first kiss had been accidental, a mere brush of lips against a cheek, but Yuri was electrified.
Hidaka Yuri, captain of the Kaio girls' team, Akira's staunch defender had not intended to fall in love with the pretty Haze student, but she did.
The second is another hasty kiss, of attraction long denied on one Christmas day.
The third is a product of seduction in a quiet hall during an amateur go tournament. She had to bend down quite a bit to catch those lips, but when she did they gave way, and she knew she had won their game.
Their story also ends with a kiss, bitter and a bit wistful, as Akari looks at her with soulful eyes, telling her that Shindou had asked for her hand in marriage.
[Morishita=>Meijin] Sun/Moon
When the game had finally ended, and the hand is silenced above the board, the brilliant sun will sink below the horizon, and never rise again. The autumn leaves will gather over the discontinued game, a path to God stuttering to a stop.
And at that time that happens the moon, hanging in the empty skies, will patiently stay in the darkness, his heart lost without the light of his star.
[Saeki/Waya] Those who always come second place
"I want to learn a vice," Waya said, apropos nothing. Saeki choked on the beer he was drinking.
"What?" he asked.
"A vice. Like, mature man stuff. Smoking, drinking, and perving." Saeki meaningfully glanced at the glass Waya was nursing, but Waya shrugged. "This is kiddie stuff now. I mean hard liquor, and cigars, and - and clubs, I guess. I'm sixteen! I'm working as a go pro. I should know these things."
"No you shouldn't, unless you want to grow up like Ogata-san. Why would you want to grow up to be that dirty old man."
"Nothing, it's just," And Waya mumbled the rest of his reply. Saeki left the bed and sat down beside Waya, leaning back on the wall.
"Just what?"
"You seem to be spending more time with the older pros lately," Waya mumbled. Saeki ruffled his hair.
"I'm in the leagues, of course I am. Does it bother you?"
"Nah, it doesn't."
"I still stay over a lot here, you know."
"Mm."
"I'll take you clubbing then. Maybe when you qualify for the next round of the Ouza league, how's that?"
Waya leaned on him, closing his eyes. "Mm, but maybe once I get more alcohol-tolerant. I'm feeling woozy now."
Saeki chuckled, draping his arm over Waya's shoulder. He finished off his beer as Waya dozed off.
[Saeki=>Ashiwara] A one-sided love affair
When you are in love, you tend to do stupid things. That must be the best-known fact in the world. Saeki was special though, since he never did do stupid things when he falls in love.
He does sometime feel stupid, but then that's a totally different thing.
"Lunch, lunch!" Ashiwara greeted him when the break buzzer sounded. He and the Meijin student became pros at the same time, and because of that Ashiwara treats him like they were buddies. Saeki looked like he didn't mind, but he did. "Gyuudon? Yakiniku? What should we have, Saeki?"
"Gyuudon sounds good."
"Great, I found a good shop for that the other day. Let's go! How was your match?"
"It's going okay. You?"
"Ah, your Waya is a crafty boy." Ashiwara wrinkled his nose. "I'll have to stop playing around."
And that was what Saeki thought Ashiwara was doing: playing around. Saeki would dare to ask him if they could be serious, but that would be a stupid thing to do. He was afraid Ashiwara would say a quick no, and then that would be that. Saeki sighed.
Ashiwara heard his sign and turned to him. "Is your match turning out that bad, Saeki?"
"Well, I'm facing Touya, so - " Saeki shrugged. "I don't deal well with you Meijin students at all."
"Ah, but you're okay with me," Ashiwara laughed. Saeki shrugged.
"That's because you're so special."
"Hah, so I am?! Good thing!" Ashiwara laughed and walked off, leaving Saeki looking at him with a pained look.
[Honda/Kurata] I cook for the one I-
Pancakes. A stack of half a dozen luscious golden brown patties swimming in maple syrup and cream. This isn't too bad, Kurata thought, as he picked up the form beside it and dug in. Though he preferred to start the day with a huge Japanese breakfast of salted fish, miso and several helpings of onigiri and sushi, this wasn't too bad.
Honda turned away from the stove, red from the heat and the frilly apron he was wearing. "I don't like being domesticated like this."
Kurata smiled beatifically at him, still munching on a forkful of pancakes. Honda sighed and prepared to make another batch.
[Ogata/Shirakawa] Damsel in distress?
Ogata closed the closet door with a snap, shutting the room from view. Shirakawa groaned and tried to get the ruffled dress off, but Ogata stopped him.
"I am not playing your damsel in distress!" he complained.
But Ogata slid a hand under the ruffled layers to unzip Shirakawa's pants. "You don't have to play the part of a woman for me, I like what you have right now," he murmured.
"There are other go players in the next room," Shirakawa complained, his struggles growing weaker as Ogata worked his magic on him.
Ogata nipped at his earlobe, the line of his jaw, before ravishing his mouth completely. And when he finally let go he liked the dazed look on the other man's face.
"I think we can now begin playing Pirate and Captive Love Slave," he leered.
[YeongHa/Yashiro] Hair fetish
There was something fucking hot about the Kansai competitor. The Touya Akira may be pretty girly, and Shindou had this bratty appeal, but Yashiro wasn't that special. Average looks, average build, and his baduk wasn't even that interesting.
It was when he finally got the Japanese pro's trapped and panting under him that he realized why he can't take his eyes off him. It was the white hair. He also had white hair down there.
That night Ko YeongHa, promising baduk star and overall veritable sex fiend, realized he had a weakness for white hair. And since then he hadn't looked back.
[YeongHa/Yashiro] White Heat
When YeongHa stepped off the stage during the introductory dinner, he paused by Yashiro's side and said something that sent SuYeong blushing and stammering an apology about YeongHa making a bad joke. He didn't get it - hell, he was lucky he can even say kimchi without sputtering - but he understood YeongHa's half-lidded gaze and the come-hither motion of his fingers.
The Hokuto Cup was over, and he was with Shindou and SuYeong for their long-awaited match. The Korean boy was nice once they fell to talking about food, and he managed to talk him into revealing what YeongHa said back at the ceremony. "He said you looked bored, and if you liked, he can - uh - ah - play you till you were exhausted," SuYeong replied, chewing on his lip as he did so.
"You don't have to apologize if that's what he really said." Yashiro noogied him, trying to make a joke out of it. "Tell me, it's not your fault your teammate's an ass."
"I don't want to, he was just teasing anyway, so I don't have to tell you what a dirty thing he said!"
Dirty thing. SuYeong must've meant sex, and Yashiro stilled, his heart racing. He wasn't going to see that cocky Korean anymore, anyway. Or so he thought.
He went back to his inn at around seven, after a stopover for ramen with Shindou. He sat back, and was lazily tugging at his sock, when the madam of the inn knocked at his door. She told him he had a guest and he allowed it, thinking it must be his sensei.
YeongHa said, "I stayed." And that short sentence, spoken in broken Japanese, sent Yashiro hurtling to the other boy, mashing their lips together in a kiss both desperate and giving. YeongHa angled his face to deepen their kiss, and he pushed up the other boy's shirt.
They ended up on his futon, pushing their clothes off each other. YeongHa mumbled in Korean, and he moaned his replies in Japanese, as they nipped and bit and caressed each other's nakedness. YeongHa used the mouth he spoke harsh words to Shindou to suck Yashiro to completion. In return Yashiro used his hands, callused from playing go, to bring YeongHa off. It didn't seem enough, and they went for another round, and another, and another, until the white-hot noon sun spilled through the windows.
Yashiro watched him dress afterwards, dazed and limp. YeongHa's white shirt went translucent under the harsh glare, and Yashiro wondered when he will see the Korean like this again.
IV. Ogata/Isumi
Hunger
Isumi hungered, not only for his touch, his mouth, his body. Isumi hungered to be with him not only at their secret meetings, but all the time. Isumi wondered when his appetite got twisted against him.
Ogata touched the layer of whipped cream off the cake, and slowly slipped that one cream-coated finger into Isumi's mouth. "Lap it up."
And Isumi sucked on that finger, the way he wanted to suck Ogata's cock, trying to get the older man in the mood for a fuck. Ogata watched him do that, and slowly, sensually, pulled his finger out. Isumi whimpered, but he dared not to snatch that hand back and suck on it, because Ogata had plans for tonight.
"Is your mouth longing for something?"Ogata asked, dragging his hand on top of his thighs. "Come at me, then. But you can only use your mouth."
The was the way between them: rules as Ogata dictated, sex as he wanted it. Isumi knelt between Ogata's legs, laying his shaking hands on those trousered thighs. He drew his face close to Ogata's crotch, and he could smell Ogata's scent. He bit down on the zipper and the sound of it zipping down was loud to his ears. They burned with shame, and he distracted himself by mouthing Ogata's hardening cock through his boxers.
"Very good."
Not enough, he thought. Still not enough. He tugged at the cloth with his lips, pushing it aside to get to his target. Ogata shifted in his seat, helping Isumi's catch hold of him in his mouth. Isumi moaned and latched on him, lapping him up. He nibbled lightly on the reddened crown, before sliding his mouth down to the base of Ogata's cock. Isumi closed his eyes as he bobbed his head up and down, trying to get as much of Ogata's cock down without gagging. He tried to remember what Ogata did to him the other night, tried to relax until he finally had Ogata's whole length in his mouth. And then he sucked, hard.
"Look at me, Shinichiro-kun," Ogata whispered, his voice tight. "I want to look into your eyes when I come."
He opened his eyes, the light shining intensely behind his lashes. Ogata groaned as he came, staring into them. Isumi pulled back till he only had the tip of his cock in his mouth. He watched the older man's eyes glaze over as his come filled his mouth.
Isumi sat back, slaked, his appetite satisfied. Ogata touched his hair lightly, a lazy smile on his lips.
"Now, it's my turn to satisfy my hunger," he murmured, dragging the young man up for a kiss.
Say my name
Isumi can be likened to a well-made sculpture when he stands by the window at night, silhouetted by the stray rays from the passing cars across the street. His silence after sex makes such a comparison possible, because in the dim lighting he is stripped of all embarrassment, the coy hesitations that made Ogata notice the young man in the first place.
Ogata sets down the lukewarm beer he's been nursing for the past half-hour of uneasy quiet that settled down at at Isumi's last words. He was the first to break the silence.
"You wish to make it public?"
Isumi tilts his head. "Am I asking too much, Ogata-san?" His voice diffident, so different from the earlier confidence. Ogata wonders why he keeps seeking approval for eberything, when he could simply take and take and it would not matter.
Ogata frowns at Isumi's formal use of his name. They've been in this - relationship was too strong a word - this agreement for the past few months, with nary a word mentioned about telling the world about it. And Isumi calls him Ogata, and he calls Isumi Isumi, and when they meet for sex they never dropped that barrier. Ogata thinks, if only Isumi would call him by his first name then maybe he can allow this to happen.
Instead, Ogata replies with a shrug and a tug that sends Isumi sprawling over him. As the young man struggles to stand up he says, "Do you know the magic word to make me agree, Isumi-kun?"
Isumi closes his eyes as he ran his fingers on a slow sensual slide from the young man's mouth to chest to the still unfastened pants. Isumi shifts to press his hardening cock to Ogata's groin, his lips parted awaiting for a kiss.
Before their lips met Isumi whispers, "Seiji-san?"
Ogata smiles.
Topped
Ogata woke up with a splitting headache, and a deep, bone-aching pain all over. The combination had happened once before, and he glanced at his bedmate suspiciously.
Isumi was sparkling so much it made his eyes hurt. "Not again," he groaned. Isumi tried to look remorseful, but he totally could not.
"I always enjoy it when you give me the opportunity to top, Ogata-san," he said.
"Dammit, I think we're seriously past the -san part by now that you've screwed me twice."
Isumi's sparkles grew brighter. "Can I try for a third time?"
Ogata's answer was a pillow to Isumi's head.
French Toast
"Is it any good?" Isumi's worried and concerned face made Ogata consider his answer carefully. Should he be honest about Isumi's performance, when he knew the young man had tried his hardest? Should he explain that despite the apparent simplicity of a french toast, there were multitudes of ways to get it wrong: the ratio of milk to the egg, the thickness of the bread used.
Or at this point, the rate at which the bottom part of the toast has been burned.
He took another bite, delaying his inevitable judgement call, and crunched through the carbonized half consideringly.
"It's all right."
Isumi's relieved smile made the not-quite-truth all right.
[Isumi/Tsutsui but this had to go here, you'll see!] You are the gold of my sun
"Is this all right? Am I hurting you anywhere?" sumi was a bit breathless, and Tsutsui shuddered as he twisted to look over his shoulder, at what the older boy was doing. Isumi's hands were large - not too large, not bony and calloused like - but Tsutsui stopped the thought before it could coalesce, because that led to his regrets, and tonight was definitely not the time for maudlin thoughts.
He'd met Isumi through Shindou, and their mutual quiet attitudes brought them closer together at times when Waya and Shindou and the rest were intent on living each moment as if they will die on the next. Despite Isumi being older, it was Tsutsui who first proposed this meeting when he saw the news of the car accident on the paper.
"Is this your first?" At Isumi's earnest headshake Tsutsui laughed, soft puffs of air against the pillow. "It isn't mine. You don't have to be so gentle."
Isumi rested his forehead on Tsutsui's naked back. "I've never - "
"I know." He turned over, and now they were face to face. "It might be easier for you this way."
"Why are you doing this?" Isumi's voice was full of his fear and hesitation, but his hands moved more surely now, following someone else's lead. Tsutsui closed his eyes and breathed in deeply.
"I - I have my reasons." He understood the lost of that wanted one, the beloved one that blazed through his life and became his sun. And Tsutsui thought, as Isumi braced himself on the bed, that he was the lucky one - he could still wake up tomorrow and try to call his sun, while Isumi has lost his through a cruel, cruel twist of fate.
Afterwards Tsutsui turned his back as Isumi silently cried over an abandoned white coat.
V. Ochi-centric
Chocolate OTP
Ochi would never admit to it, but the idea of a chocolate confectionery shop right beside the Go Institute would make his life easier and harder at the same time. There would be an endless supply of the delicious confections he liked the most, but then everyone would know of his obsession.
While thinking over this dilemna he went tapping on the stall door, and from the other side Honda said, "But you didn't lose your game today!"
[Honda/Ochi] Life imitating film
It began when he found the stash of porn underneath Waya's bed. Ochi laughed at them saying they were boring as hell, all big boobs and no sex. He was intrigued, asking the bespectacled boy how he'd know that. And then Ochi gave him a straight face, and told him he'd researched the market thoroughly and had only the best, and if he wanted he could show them to him. Waya was flailing angrily in the background as he agreed to do a tradeoff of gravures with Ochi.
It started with magazines, then sites to go, and graduated to AV videos. Sometimes they even trade tips on how to get them, and if he sometimes had a twinge of conscience for encouraging an underage kid to read porn, he just remembered that Ochi had means to get porn beyond his budget.
That changed when he found a gay magazine stuck in between the foreign girlie mags. And then one soon after, one of the AVs was mislabeled and contained explicit shouta. He was shocked to find his cock hardening at the sight of the boy rocking to the man's thrusts, and could not meet Ochi's eyes when he returned it. And then pinned him down and did exactly what happened in the AV.
Ochi did not cry out or resist. It seemed he was expecting it, and simply put his glasses back on after. They never kiss. This was the one thing he didn't do even while they were having sex, so when Ochi turned to him to give him a kiss he froze.
"It was good. Maybe next time we can do some other AV, Honda."
[Making fun of Ochi] Choco Anonymice
At a sekrit Chocoholics Anonymous meeting.
"Hello. My name is Ochi, and I am turned on by chocolate. I would want to sex someone up in the presence of chocolate."
Honda things, "O RLY?" to one side.
"It's ridiculous. I'M NOT SUPPOSED TO WANT TO SEX THE MEIJIN WITH HOT CHOCO."
"Ehehehehe," Kuwabara said, and he bit off another piece of his chocolate bar, still snickering.
From the corner, both Ogata and Yashiro laughed until they fell off their chairs.
[Honda/Ochi/Kuwabara/Ogata/Kouyou] Aural pleasures
Ochi's talents were not in go, even though he is determined to master it. He'd loved the game since he heard commentary from a game between Touya Kouyo and Kuwabara. Though they were talking about shapes and play strength, he focused on the sound of their tones against each other's, Kouyou's low bass overlying Kuwabara's crackling baritone.
He quickly signed up for go lessons, and was firmly installed in insei class after a year. He met more young insei's there, but none struck a chord in him the way that commentary first did.
He realized the attraction go had for him was not with the games when he heard Ogata chatting with another Touya student. As he passed by the viewing room Ogata's voice dropped to a low murmur as they spoke of where to go after the game. Heat flooded in him, and he ran immediately to the toilet and locked the door. That had been several months ago, and still their voices caused him to go to the bathroom immediately. Today he disguised his quick wank session with rapid tapping on the door, and he gasped out when he heard Touya Kouyou enter the bathroom and talk to someone about the coming tournament leagues.
Ochi blushed furiously as he splattered all over the door. He quickly swiped at the tissues to clean up his mess. As he exited the bathroom he caught Honda glancing his way curiously.
"It was Ogata this time, wasn't it?"
"Shut up." Ochi swatted the offer of tissues. "It's none of your business."
Honda bent to whisper in his ears. "Is it? Well then, maybe you'd like to consider me to sweet talk you to rushing to the toilet? Maybe you'd like to consider bending over and finding out how my voice will turn you on?"
Ochi shivered.
Private Time
Ochi keeps his private life strictly private. It's not that anyone will bother to become more intimately acquainted with him - most of the insei thought he was a dick anyway, and he had no one to call a friend in school - so his routine was: school -> insei class -> cram school -> home to a boring frequency that beats even Touya's absolutely mundane life.
Ochi has no private life to speak of. Not really.
His ridiculously extensive collection of music, the stereo, and the old-fashioned turntable in his room says otherwise. His private life revolves around music, and the albums were not of the latest Jrock or Jpop Shindou would have, but classic vinyls. When he is alone and the door is locked against thoughts of go, rivalry and studies his room turns into his sanctuary. And his sanctuary is wrapped up in music from the seventies, when people danced with abandon on the floor to a cacophony of synthesizers, drums and guitars.
Ochi thinks that one day, he might summon up enough courage to say out loud his love for disco, and find someone who share it with him, but till then, he sits in his room, headset on, tapping his hand against his knees to the addicting beat.
VI. Kuwabara-centric
I feel obligated to mention that if there was any section of the drabble posts you should avoid, this is it. Yes.
Ghost in the Machine
In the beginning Ogata dies.
Everyone is strangely unsurprised when Kuwabara is grumpier than ever. The old man has always been grumpy, yes, but after Ogata's death, Kuwabara has become downright snappish.Though Honinbou Kuwabara was totally irascible, he was also playing better than ever. And the strangest part was -
"Doesn't his game remind you a bit of how Ogata-san would playthe game, father?" Akira asked the former Meijin, as they watched Kuwabara play with renewed vigor against the current Gosei title holder.
Shindou looked harassed, and Touya Kouyo nodded. "His game has turned inconsistent, it seems. Sometimes I see the old Honinbou, and sometimes I see Ogata's play."
As Shindou thought about his next move a voice in Honinbou's head said, "He's totally going to play a nose tesuji here. Let me answer it now."
And Kuwabara snapped back, "Let me win the game on my own, you young no-good whippersnapper. You never won against me, remember?"
Ogata snarked back, "It wasn't my fault YOU decided to buy my computer and found me haunting it!".
Dirty Little Secrets
Honinbou Kuwabara had a dirty little secret. Not the one about enjoying to tease Ogata with his title. Everyone knew that - though one can say that's related to his dirty little secret. At his age dirty little secrets don't matter to anyone, but he liked to keep the true reasons behind his teasing secret.
He liked to see them break.
He liked the look in their eyes once they know defeat is inevitable, and the struggle inside. e liked knowing he had the power and they cannot escape his games, and the more the fight the more he kept them in line. He liked it, and had seen that look on countless faces on top of the goban. It used to be that he was satisfied with a quick handjob after the games to get rid of the lust, but he was getting old, and these days he needed assistance.
The blank look in the boy's gaze as Kuwabara filled him heightened his lust. He fucked the boy with erratic strokes, and his partner whimpered as their sex grew rough. He was going to come too soon, but he didn't mind, it just felt good to have someone under him, totally defeated in sex and in the game they loved.
"N-no - stop - ah - " he breathed out, trying to stroke in rhythm with each thrust. What an awkward place to have sex, in the viewing room of the go institute, but it was always like this when it came to sex between them.
It was Ochi who came first, frantic to end their session. "Ya - " the syllable died on his lips as he tightened in orgasm, sending Kuwabara over the edge. And this was Ochi's shame, and his secret that shamed him to have more sex with the older pro.
They cleaned up, with Ochi avoiding his gaze. But he knew next week, once the Hokuto Cup was underway, he'll find Ochi with that blank look again, and they will get a room in the hotel, and keep their dirty little secrets locked away from the world.
Movie Magic
Whoever got them into this mess, would die a thousand miserable deaths, Ogata thought, even as he ran after his Rhett Butler. He'd been subjected to two hundred and twenty minutes of having to act out Scarlett O'Hara's life to escape this movie universe, and if only he had a better partner it would have been good.
Also, ruffled skirts and corsets were a bitch, and his Rhett was enjoying this a bit too much.
He finally caught up as 'Rhett' was walking out of the door. A few more scenes, and he'll be out of this, he thought.
He managed to say in a suitably breathless monotone, "Rhett... if you go, where shall I go, what shall I do?"
Honinbou Kuwabara was grinning as he delivered the parting shot. "Frankly, my dear, I don't give a damn."
Welcome to my world!
Hikaru covered his head with a pillow as the latest scandal broke out in the usually quiet go world. Hikaru's mother gasped at the sight of two men, one slightly middle-aged, the other a wickedly grinning old man. In a ceremony. With formal robes and a priest.
Akira looked shellshocked on tv, he thought, even as his mom asked, "Are those two go pros marrying each other?!"
Hikaru sighed. "Welcome to the Go World, mom."
Maid cafe!
There was a time and place for everything, Kuwabara believed. That was his way of living. Right now though, he could appreciate life's little surprises.
After all, he wasn't getting any younger, and today, on his natal day, the sight of not one, but two bespectacled go pros in short french maid uniforms. It made him so happy he could die right now and go straight to heaven.
Ogata knelt down with aplomb, balancing the tea tray while managing to not lose his balance on those high heels.
"Tea for the Master?" he asked, as Ochi massaged Kuwabara's shoulders, prepping him for some vigorous exercise later.
A loud bang from the door. "No, I should be serving the master first!" Tsutsui ran in, his skirts hiked ridiculously high to display his garters.
"Flasher," Ochi muttered, annoyed.
Kuwabara snorted as the three french maids started a catfight to serve him. "Ah, this is the life."
As for Kaga:
By sheer manly stength (and maybe the liberal use of the feather duster) Ogata emerged victorious to serve their master first. Tsutsui, deliciously dishevelled, sniffled in a corner, moaning the lack of a Master.
At that point, Kaga, past master in catching every opportunity to get his uke even more dishevelled, walked in, and said, "Hey, Tsutsui, make me a sammich."
And Tsutsui, realizing one master did want him, happily complied.
VII. Pairings
[Isumi/Waya] A different sort of fuseki study
"So if you play the tesuji in 14-3, you can stabilize the corner and, oh, oooooooooh, do that again, Waya," Isumi moaned as the younger go pro lapped his tongue around his cock.
Waya raised his head. "Don't you dare stop talking," he warned.
He went back to giving head, and Isumi tried to recite what was in the Meijin's book about fuseki, his hands shaking.
How can Waya be so turned on by the very act of reciting fuseki diagrams was beyond him, but as long as Waya sucked his cock he'd do this everyday.
[Isumi/Waya] Not the girl
"Are they or aren't they?" was a question Waya often heard whenever he passes by the female insei. It's not really his problem if they thought he and Isumi were going out - which they definitely weren't, and even if they WERE it shouldn't matter anyway.
So what if he went googly-eyed when Isumi tol him he was coming back from China, so what if Isumi treating him out after games not only makes his pockets happy, but sends his heart soaring? His reactions don't show on his face anyway, and well - he wasn't the girl in this relationship anyway.
[Kishimoto/Mitani] Denial
Kishimoto does not have fetishes. Or rather, he looked like he doesn't have them.
His prim, straight face doesn't even crack as he quietly jerked off in his room, imagining, of all things, a pair of suspenders wrapped around thin arms.
That he imagined those arms to be that of a slim, boyish girl revealed his repression.
He closed his eyes, and the fantasy switched to those suspenders binding the girl's legs to the bed, and his strokes came faster. He pretended he never thought of suspenders before he met the Haze boy. He pretended.
But that was only because he was in denial.
[Kishimoto/Mitani] Denial Redux
As Kishimoto pulled on his shirt he said, "It would be best if we forget about this." His voice was cold, like the deep of winter right outside their motel window.
The boy on the bed waved a languid hand, too tired to protest. His cat-like eyes watched as Kishimoto puttered about the room, trying to avoid glancing at the unmade bed and the naked boy on it.
"I'd sooner forget it, if I can escape this." And Mitani used one of his bound hands to point at the suspenders tying him to the headboard.
Kishimoto edged closer, still trying not to look at him as he undid them. Freed from his bonds Mitani slid his arms around Kishimoto's neck, drawing him down for a kiss.
Kishimoto flailed away, flustered. Mitani shrugged. "The question there is if you really want to forget it?" he asked, sliding off the bed. He walked over to the bathroom, and Kishimoto buried his head in his hands.
[Kishimoto/Iijima] Oh Snap!
"Those are MY glasses," Kishimoto huffed, scrambling to find his eyeglasses after the quick makeout session with the college boy he met in the club.
Too bad the lights were too dim to make it easier, and he was blind as a bat without them.
Iijima attempted to put on a jacket, realized it was the other boy's, and handed it over. "I think those are mine, though."
Kishimoto stepped away from the wall, and they heard a loud snap. "Oh damn."
"Tell me those aren't my glasses."
"I hope they aren't mine either."
[Hidaka/Akari] Three kisses and a fourth
It starts out with a kiss.
For a story that involved love in any way, it usually starts out that way. Two people, joined in liplock due to attraction, seduction, or plain unfortunate timing. All three applies to this situation.
That first kiss had been accidental, a mere brush of lips against a cheek, but Yuri was electrified.
Hidaka Yuri, captain of the Kaio girls' team, Akira's staunch defender had not intended to fall in love with the pretty Haze student, but she did.
The second is another hasty kiss, of attraction long denied on one Christmas day.
The third is a product of seduction in a quiet hall during an amateur go tournament. She had to bend down quite a bit to catch those lips, but when she did they gave way, and she knew she had won their game.
Their story also ends with a kiss, bitter and a bit wistful, as Akari looks at her with soulful eyes, telling her that Shindou had asked for her hand in marriage.
[Morishita=>Meijin] Sun/Moon
When the game had finally ended, and the hand is silenced above the board, the brilliant sun will sink below the horizon, and never rise again. The autumn leaves will gather over the discontinued game, a path to God stuttering to a stop.
And at that time that happens the moon, hanging in the empty skies, will patiently stay in the darkness, his heart lost without the light of his star.
[Saeki/Waya] Those who always come second place
"I want to learn a vice," Waya said, apropos nothing. Saeki choked on the beer he was drinking.
"What?" he asked.
"A vice. Like, mature man stuff. Smoking, drinking, and perving." Saeki meaningfully glanced at the glass Waya was nursing, but Waya shrugged. "This is kiddie stuff now. I mean hard liquor, and cigars, and - and clubs, I guess. I'm sixteen! I'm working as a go pro. I should know these things."
"No you shouldn't, unless you want to grow up like Ogata-san. Why would you want to grow up to be that dirty old man."
"Nothing, it's just," And Waya mumbled the rest of his reply. Saeki left the bed and sat down beside Waya, leaning back on the wall.
"Just what?"
"You seem to be spending more time with the older pros lately," Waya mumbled. Saeki ruffled his hair.
"I'm in the leagues, of course I am. Does it bother you?"
"Nah, it doesn't."
"I still stay over a lot here, you know."
"Mm."
"I'll take you clubbing then. Maybe when you qualify for the next round of the Ouza league, how's that?"
Waya leaned on him, closing his eyes. "Mm, but maybe once I get more alcohol-tolerant. I'm feeling woozy now."
Saeki chuckled, draping his arm over Waya's shoulder. He finished off his beer as Waya dozed off.
[Saeki=>Ashiwara] A one-sided love affair
When you are in love, you tend to do stupid things. That must be the best-known fact in the world. Saeki was special though, since he never did do stupid things when he falls in love.
He does sometime feel stupid, but then that's a totally different thing.
"Lunch, lunch!" Ashiwara greeted him when the break buzzer sounded. He and the Meijin student became pros at the same time, and because of that Ashiwara treats him like they were buddies. Saeki looked like he didn't mind, but he did. "Gyuudon? Yakiniku? What should we have, Saeki?"
"Gyuudon sounds good."
"Great, I found a good shop for that the other day. Let's go! How was your match?"
"It's going okay. You?"
"Ah, your Waya is a crafty boy." Ashiwara wrinkled his nose. "I'll have to stop playing around."
And that was what Saeki thought Ashiwara was doing: playing around. Saeki would dare to ask him if they could be serious, but that would be a stupid thing to do. He was afraid Ashiwara would say a quick no, and then that would be that. Saeki sighed.
Ashiwara heard his sign and turned to him. "Is your match turning out that bad, Saeki?"
"Well, I'm facing Touya, so - " Saeki shrugged. "I don't deal well with you Meijin students at all."
"Ah, but you're okay with me," Ashiwara laughed. Saeki shrugged.
"That's because you're so special."
"Hah, so I am?! Good thing!" Ashiwara laughed and walked off, leaving Saeki looking at him with a pained look.
[Honda/Kurata] I cook for the one I-
Pancakes. A stack of half a dozen luscious golden brown patties swimming in maple syrup and cream. This isn't too bad, Kurata thought, as he picked up the form beside it and dug in. Though he preferred to start the day with a huge Japanese breakfast of salted fish, miso and several helpings of onigiri and sushi, this wasn't too bad.
Honda turned away from the stove, red from the heat and the frilly apron he was wearing. "I don't like being domesticated like this."
Kurata smiled beatifically at him, still munching on a forkful of pancakes. Honda sighed and prepared to make another batch.
[Ogata/Shirakawa] Damsel in distress?
Ogata closed the closet door with a snap, shutting the room from view. Shirakawa groaned and tried to get the ruffled dress off, but Ogata stopped him.
"I am not playing your damsel in distress!" he complained.
But Ogata slid a hand under the ruffled layers to unzip Shirakawa's pants. "You don't have to play the part of a woman for me, I like what you have right now," he murmured.
"There are other go players in the next room," Shirakawa complained, his struggles growing weaker as Ogata worked his magic on him.
Ogata nipped at his earlobe, the line of his jaw, before ravishing his mouth completely. And when he finally let go he liked the dazed look on the other man's face.
"I think we can now begin playing Pirate and Captive Love Slave," he leered.
[YeongHa/Yashiro] Hair fetish
There was something fucking hot about the Kansai competitor. The Touya Akira may be pretty girly, and Shindou had this bratty appeal, but Yashiro wasn't that special. Average looks, average build, and his baduk wasn't even that interesting.
It was when he finally got the Japanese pro's trapped and panting under him that he realized why he can't take his eyes off him. It was the white hair. He also had white hair down there.
That night Ko YeongHa, promising baduk star and overall veritable sex fiend, realized he had a weakness for white hair. And since then he hadn't looked back.
[YeongHa/Yashiro] White Heat
When YeongHa stepped off the stage during the introductory dinner, he paused by Yashiro's side and said something that sent SuYeong blushing and stammering an apology about YeongHa making a bad joke. He didn't get it - hell, he was lucky he can even say kimchi without sputtering - but he understood YeongHa's half-lidded gaze and the come-hither motion of his fingers.
The Hokuto Cup was over, and he was with Shindou and SuYeong for their long-awaited match. The Korean boy was nice once they fell to talking about food, and he managed to talk him into revealing what YeongHa said back at the ceremony. "He said you looked bored, and if you liked, he can - uh - ah - play you till you were exhausted," SuYeong replied, chewing on his lip as he did so.
"You don't have to apologize if that's what he really said." Yashiro noogied him, trying to make a joke out of it. "Tell me, it's not your fault your teammate's an ass."
"I don't want to, he was just teasing anyway, so I don't have to tell you what a dirty thing he said!"
Dirty thing. SuYeong must've meant sex, and Yashiro stilled, his heart racing. He wasn't going to see that cocky Korean anymore, anyway. Or so he thought.
He went back to his inn at around seven, after a stopover for ramen with Shindou. He sat back, and was lazily tugging at his sock, when the madam of the inn knocked at his door. She told him he had a guest and he allowed it, thinking it must be his sensei.
YeongHa said, "I stayed." And that short sentence, spoken in broken Japanese, sent Yashiro hurtling to the other boy, mashing their lips together in a kiss both desperate and giving. YeongHa angled his face to deepen their kiss, and he pushed up the other boy's shirt.
They ended up on his futon, pushing their clothes off each other. YeongHa mumbled in Korean, and he moaned his replies in Japanese, as they nipped and bit and caressed each other's nakedness. YeongHa used the mouth he spoke harsh words to Shindou to suck Yashiro to completion. In return Yashiro used his hands, callused from playing go, to bring YeongHa off. It didn't seem enough, and they went for another round, and another, and another, until the white-hot noon sun spilled through the windows.
Yashiro watched him dress afterwards, dazed and limp. YeongHa's white shirt went translucent under the harsh glare, and Yashiro wondered when he will see the Korean like this again.