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Touya's Pride, Part 4 of 11 (NC-17, fic)
Title: Touya's Pride (Part 4 of 11)
Author: Ravenna C. Tan
Fandom: Hikaru no Go
Pairing: Hikaru/Akira eventually, Akira/others, sort of (you'll see)
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Non-commercial fanfic.
Summary: Touya Akira loses a match and suffers a crisis of faith. Could wily old Kuwabara-sensei have the answer? Or is the answer to be found in Touya's eternal rival, Shindou Hikaru?
Warnings: This is not a fluffy Aki/Hika fic. There is what could be termed cross-gen/chan, and also psychological manipulation as part of the plot. The sexuality is graphic, but not gratuitous. Touya is 16. Spoilers for the series, also.
A/N: I posted an "intro" to Hikaru no Go for those who want to read the fic without watching or reading the whole series, on LJ and IJ.

Part One is here: LJ and IJ

Part Two: LJ and IJ

Part Three: LJ and IJ



Part Four

That night, Kuwabara-sensei did not arrive until late, almost midnight. I had taken the plug out the moment I had gotten home, and then fallen asleep. He woke me with a sharp laugh close to my ear.

"Sensei!"

"Did you forget I was coming over tonight, my boy? We should replay the match while it is fresh in your mind."

"Yes, sensei." I stood up from the futon and reached for my robe, then remembered not to. I hadn't put anything on to sleep in. I turned on the light instead. "Would you like tea?"

"Yes, go make some."

I went to the kitchen and made tea as usual, then carried it into the Go room.

The plug that sat there in my place was nearly as large as the one I had worn all day, but it had a thin white cord that ran from it into sensei's sleeve. I set the tea down, my head bowed, and resigned myself to this newest challenge, whatever it was.

The hell-made thing vibrated. I did not find this out until partway through the game, when he first of all deviated from the moves that Kagama had made, and second of all turned the thing on. I cried out. He had waited until my prick had softened and I had nearly forgotten about it, but up I rose, hard and straining as the thing buzzed inside me.

But I fought. Kuwabara-sensei avoided the few mistakes that Kagama 6-dan had made, but I fought. It was so hard to concentrate, though. And then suddenly the vibrations would stop, and leave me panting, and then just as I was starting to get my head together, they would start again.

Soon, there was no hope, and now the question rose in my mind... should I keep playing, because I was on the verge of coming and if I waited just a little longer, I would? Or did I want to avoid coming in front of Kuwabara-sensei? Resign now, hope he leaves quickly, and then toss off the moment he's gone...?

But as I opened my mouth to speak, he took the choice away, turning up the power on the vibrator and sending my cock into spasms, even as I called out my resignation.

I collapsed, twitching, on the tatami, but did not lose consciousness. "Sensei," I said, my voice weak, even as he was leaving the room. "I have... a study session tomorrow."

"Ahhh." He came to stand over me, looking down at my naked form. How debauched I must have looked, streaks of come over my stomach, and the cord still trailing from my hole. "You did very, very well tonight, Akira-kun. And I am proud of how you played against Kagama. Whose study session is this?"

I waved my hand with unfeigned weakness. "Just some people my age. Some former insei... now that my father is traveling..."

He chuckled. "Akira-kun. If you want to go socialize with your friends on a Friday night, that's perfectly all right. You needn't make up an excuse for me."

I nodded. "Yes, sensei." As I said, I'm a terrible liar. But he came to the wrong conclusion.

He stroked his chin as if thinking something over. "I don't want you undoing your progress, though. You've reached a plateau now, and it is imperative that if you are going to beat Ogata-kun, that you maintain your edge. And trust me, Akira-kun, you can beat Ogata if you play like you did today. He fears you because he fears the spirit of your father that lies within you, but that is also why he will underestimate you. He will be looking for Touya Kouyo in you and he will miss the fangs of Akira until you have sunk them in his neck."

That was a bit graphic, even coming from Kuwabara-sensei, but I suppose he really was still a bit upset at having lost the title to Ogata-san. Beating Ogata, though... yes, I wanted to do it very much.

"Wear the plug every day. The same one you wore today to the match," he said. "You'll need to go to a shop to purchase more of the lubricant, though. There's only enough in the bottle for maybe one more use, and you don't want to skimp when trying to use the large one, eh?" He cackled and set the small bottle down next to me. "Wear it to meet your friends and wear it to the Go salon where you will meet me Saturday afternoon." He rattled off the address of a place. "Two o'clock. Perhaps I'll treat you to dinner afterward, depending on how you play."

"Yes, sensei."

It never even occurred to me by then to question his instructions, even though it meant going into a shop that I was technically too young to be patronizing. I wore one of my best suits to look older and they didn't question me, though. I bought a large bottle of the stuff on my way to meet with Shindou, and then tried to hide the bag under my jacket. That would never work. I stopped in another store to buy some daikon and soba and green onions, and then hid the bottle down in the bottom of the bag.

The walk from the train to the Go salon unfortunately made my prick all too interested in what was going on--the quick toss-off I'd had before leaving the house unfortunately undone by the imagery in the adult shop and then the time spent shopping. I hoped Shindou wasn't there, yet. Perhaps I'd have time for a quick wank.

No such luck. There he was, leaning on the counter, talking with Ichikawa-san.

"Oh, Akira-kun," she said, the moment she saw me. "I have a message from Ogata-sensei. He wanted to know if you would attend a reception with him on Monday. He didn't want to ask you himself."

"Ah." I thought it was a bit odd that he didn't, but then I thought, oh, of course he didn't. If he asked me directly, I might not feel I could politely refuse. Ogata-san would not want to force me to attend a function with him the same week as our Honinbou League match if I did not want to go. He would prefer to beat me on the board alone, without any psychological manipulation. Of course, knowing that he is not keen to psych me out before the match, there is no reason why I shouldn't go somewhere with him. "Please tell him I'd be happy to go," I said.

"What reception?" Shindou asked. "At the Go Institute?"

"No, at the Palace Hotel."

"Who's giving it?" Shindou was full of questions I hadn't thought to ask. All that mattered to me was whether it would affect the match.

"The Korean sponsors of the next Hokuto Cup, I believe. They are big fans of Touya-sensei." She meant my father when she said that.

"Really? Awesome. Maybe I should go, too, eh Touya?"

"Well..." I didn't know what to say to that. I never knew what to say when Shindou was overstepping his bounds. Pointing out his rudeness would be rude itself. And besides, why shouldn't he be there? He played in the Hokuto Cup also, and it sounded like it would be a large reception if it was at the Palace Hotel. I couldn't see a good reason to exclude him. "Ichikawa-san, would you let Ogata-san know that Shindou and I would both like to go, if he's amenable to that?"

As we walked back to our usual table, though, I had a pang of second thoughts. What was I thinking? I'd make a fool of myself if I went like this, hard as a rock. Ogata-san knew me too well. But Kuwabara-sensei would no doubt insist.

I hope he didn't have a toy with a radio remote control on it. I'd have to pretend to be sick if he did.

As it was, we began to go over the match from the day before, but my state of need kept distracting me, and then in my frustration I snapped at Shindou.

Normally, he would snap right back. We'd had some epic arguments right there at that table. But to my surprise and even greater discomfort, he just looked at me closely, a slight frown on his face. "Are you all right?" he asked.

"I'm fine." I turned my attention back to the array of stones between us, but he said nothing, and I ended up looking back at him again.

"Are you sure you don't have some kind of flu? Touya..."

He touched my hand and I snatched it back before I could think. "I'm fine," I insisted.

"You're flushed, and the other day you were dizzy," he said. "Your parents are away, right? Are you eating enough?"

"I'm eating fine. I even bought groceries on the way here..." But I admit I felt ill at the thought of the large bottle of lube at the bottom of the bag, and the thought of Shindou discovering it.

"You look awful. Let's go home."

"I'm fine," I said again, but each repetition was weaker than the last. "Let me just... go to the restroom..."

I tried to get up from my seat, but in my haste turned clumsy and tripped over it. I didn't fall, but I did end up hanging on the back of the chair and feeling like a fool.

"Come on, you should be home in bed, not stumbling around." He put an arm around my shoulders.

"I want to play, though."

"I promise I'll play you if you let me take you home." Before I knew it, he'd retrieved his backpack and my groceries from Ichikawa-san, and we were in the elevator going down.

"Were you with Ogata-sensei last night?" he asked suddenly, as we descended.

"What? Of course not. I wouldn't go to a study session with him when I'm playing him in a week..."

"Never mind. Come on." He pulled me by the sleeve toward the train station, as if I might run away.

We were halfway home when it dawned on me that Shindou thought my "private study session" had been a euphemism for something else. How shocked he would be to know that was actually the truth, but not with Ogata-san. I found myself blushing for no reason at all, then, thinking about how Ogata had propositioned me to dance.

It was dance he had meant, right?

My head spun. Maybe I did have a fever.

"Give me the groceries." I reached for the bag.

"No." Shindou clutched the bag out of my reach.

I felt a sense of impending doom. The feeling only got worse as the train got more crowded and we were pressed together. He smelled clean underneath the hint of cigarette smoke that clung to his skin from the Go salon.

(continue to part five!)