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Touya's Pride, Part 5 of 11 (NC-17, fic)
Title: Touya's Pride (Part 5 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: LJ and IJ




Part Five

The house was dark and quiet when we arrived. I finally wrested the bag away from Shindou with the argument that I was the one who knew where to put everything, and he went to use the toilet himself. Now, though, where to hide the bottle? I ended up sticking it in a cabinet just before he came back into the room. I put a pot of water on the stove to heat up.

I suddenly wondered whether I had left any of the other plugs lying around my room. I hoped not, but... I couldn't be sure without checking.

And now that Shindou was here, and we were away from prying eyes, I wanted to know if my newfound edge in play could beat him. I made ramen and we ate quickly and quietly.

"Let's play," I said, and led the way to the Go room. Shindou had been here before plenty of times. He and Yashiro had stayed here before the Hokuto Cup and we had stayed up all night, the three of us, playing speed Go in this very room.

I sat where Kuwabara-sensei usually sat, where my father always sat, and felt the plug push deeper as I came to rest. I made an involuntary sound.

Shindou sat across from me, a small frown on his face.

It was one of our most furious matches ever, as I attacked aggressively, but he nibbled away at my territory during yose. In the end I narrowly beat him, but he seemed pleased and exhilarated by the outcome.

"I'll be a 3-dan in no time!" he declared, punching his fist in the air.

I just smiled, and something he once said came back to me.

The God of Go must be lonely, Shindou had said. Because he has no equal opponent.

I had no idea when Kuwabara-sensei was going to show up. What had he said to me in his last instructions? To buy the lube and wear the plug every day. He had not mentioned when he would return, only that I should meet him at a Go salon. That seemed to imply that I would not see him until the meeting.

I did not want to spend another night alone in the empty house. But I did not want Kuwabara-sensei to arrive and find Shindou here, and it would be just like him to appear unannounced.

Why was I hiding how close Shindou and I were from him? Instinct just told me I should. But was it worth it? How likely was it he would appear?

"Do you have to... I mean, what are you doing tomorrow?" I asked, as we cleared the board, putting the stones back into their bowls.

"Nothing! It's Saturday," Shindou said, and stretched out to lie down on the tatami, staring at the ceiling. Then he turned to look at me. "How about you. No study session?"

"I've got somewhere to go in the afternoon," I said. "But nothing in the morning." I shrugged as if that would excuse my omission of where I was going and then distracted him with a question. "You want to stay over?"

"Sure! Let me call my mom to let her know."

While he went to the phone to call her, I hurried to the toilet to take the plug out at last. It didn't want to come loose, and it took some work to get it free. I washed it in the sink and then realized I had to hide it somewhere in there. I stuck it in the cabinet for the moment.

There wasn't time to wank, now, without him getting suspicious of what was taking me so long. I went to my room to put down the extra futon for him to sleep on.

My jaw dropped as I saw what he was holding in his hand. The small purple plug.

I did the only thing I could. I burst out laughing.

He looked up at me like I was crazy. "Touya..."

"That stupid joke. I should have thrown it away. Some of... some of my dad's students gave it to me as a joke, because they said I played like a had a stick up my butt." I snatched it out of his hands and shoved it into one drawer of my desk. "They were trying to embarrass me," I said.

"Looks like they succeeded," Shindou said, still looking at me with a puzzled expression. "Your face..." His hand brushed my cheek. "So red."

"Th-they knew just how to get me," I said, turning to the closet to pull out the extra futon. I didn't look up as I set it next to mine, and then fussed with the sheets and a pillow.

He didn't say any more about it. I managed to sneak out once he was asleep and wank in the toilet, biting my lip hard to keep silent. I woke in the morning with one of his arms thrown over me and a new erection. I managed to push him off, and he rolled onto his back, revealing his own morning hardness tenting the sheet.

The morning one usually went down by itself, but when I went to the toilet it wouldn't until I had jerked off again. I was starting to feel a little sore, and thought wistfully about the bottle of lube in the kitchen cabinet, but I didn't dare go and get it.

As it was, when I came out from the bathroom, Shindou was standing there yawning. I hoped he hadn't heard. I made us some breakfast, not listening to whether he was taking extra long or not.

We played a little speed Go, but my concentration was terrible and I didn't do very well. Did I need the plug in place to play now? He left after lunch and I hurried to insert it, using the lube liberally and stroking my penis to open up.

I gasped as I imagined Shindou helping me. Here you go, Touya, just relax. The Korean team will never know what hit them. I pictured us in a hotel, getting ready for the next Hokuto Cup matches, Shindou's hand stroking me, opening me...

I came so hard I lost consciousness for a moment. When I came to, I was on all fours on the hard floor, the plug firmly in place. "Be good," I said to my penis. "Hopefully that was plenty for you for a while."

* * *


If there is one thing about Kuwabara-sensei, it is that he loves to create a stir. Unlike Shindou, who seems to do it without realizing it, Kuwabara-sensei has an unerring sense of how to be the center of attention. I wonder if he was always like that, or if it took years to develop the skill? He plays the expectations and emotions of the people around him like a maestro, the conductor of an orchestra.

The scene at the Go salon was classic Kuwabara-sensei. For a titleholder such as himself and a young star such as myself to appear there together--I suppose it would be like if home run king Oh Sadaharu and superstar baseball player Ichiro showed up at the batting cages one day. When I arrived he was already holding court, chain smoking and challenging some of the players there to solve tsumego puzzles out of the book he recently published.

"Ah, Akira-kun!" He waved me over amidst the murmurs and not-so-subtle pointing from the men around him, most of them half his age, and twice mine. "I've just been describing to my friends here your special and rigorous training methods."

"Sensei...!" I exclaimed in shock. I'm sure I was just as red in the face as that very first time.

Kuwabara-sensei cackled and blew smoke into the air. "I was referring to your practice of playing a game to force a tie. They tell a story, you know, that's probably grown exaggerated with time, that you did so to a local magistrate and his entourage, four boards at once, when you were a new pro, only what, thirteen years old?"

"Not even out of junior high!" one of the men exclaimed, though his tone was of disbelief rather than awe.

"Sensei," I said with a slight bow, "the tale is not exaggerated. It was four boards at once, and one of them was a decent player."

Kuwabara-sensei cackled once more. "Just so. Will you enlighten these fellows with a demonstration, then, Akira-kun?" He gestured to the boards set up in a half square around a central chair and four men sat quickly, one behind each one board.

I bowed to them. "Yes, of course." I sat in the central chair. "Please make your opening moves."

They were of four different strengths, four different styles of play, but it did not truly matter to me. Once I moved into the flow of placing the stones, of calculating and reading ahead, I barely noticed anything around me. I could hear Kuwabara-sensei's voice as he regaled some more of the men there with some tale or another, but I was not listening to the words.

I did notice when my prick decided to get interested in the proceedings. I folded my jacket over my lap and kept playing.

One by one they came to me, like birds coaxed carefully into my hand, one, two, three, four. There were general sounds of amazement and the next thing I knew, Kuwabara-sensei was promising them I'd play blindfolded next time. For some reason the sound of that made my cock twitch and I excused myself to get a cup of tea.

But Kuwabara-sensei followed me and suggested it was time to leave. "I promised you dinner, didn't I? You don't eat well when your mother isn't cooking for you, do you. Come now, which would you prefer, steak or sushi?"

I demurred, knowing that Kuwabara-sensei would steer us to whatever it was he wanted anyway.

And so it was sushi. We had a tatami room to ourselves, enough fish to feed a small army, and enough sake for a large one, though I was careful and only drank a very little bit, always taking care to fill sensei's cup when it was empty and to leave my own more than half full so he would not do the same.

We talked about Go throughout the meal and it was the first time we had spoken this way, not about specific training games we had played, but about Go in more general terms. About the rise of teams from Taiwan and Hong Kong. About the growing popularity of the game in Japan. About the evolution of strategy from one generation to the next.

At one point the bottle ran dry and he yawned. "Ah, Akira-kun, I do not have the stamina I once did for drinking all night long. That crown I suppose I must pass to Ogata along with the Honinbou title."

He looked up at me then. "Your eyes shine," he said simply.

"Sensei?"

"When you talk about Go. Akira-kun, I would say it seems like Go is the one thing that truly excites you."

"Sensei, Go is my life."

He chuckled. "No, I mean really excites you. I saw you trying to hide it today in the Go salon."

I looked down into my sake cup, but did not blush particularly. It wasn't as if he didn't know.

"I don't think that's my doing," he said, clucking his tongue. "Not entirely."

I couldn't really argue with that.

He sent me home in a taxi after that, paying the driver through the window and then sending me on my way. It wasn't particularly late since we hadn't been at the Go salon that long, nor at dinner. The sake had made my face red, and I rolled my window partway down, letting the cool air stream over my face as he taxi sped along. It was not even ten o'clock. I took my phone out of my pocket and dialed Shindou's number. His mother answered, then put him on.

"Touya?"

"When are you going to get a cell phone?" I asked. That wasn't at all what I had called him to say, of course, but it seemed important to harangue him on this point just now.

"Why should I?" he retorted. "I only go four places. Home, school, the Go Institute, and to my other matches, oh, and tutoring sessions, and study sessions... and I'm not allowed to take calls in any of them, except at home. So what's the point?"

The point is I'm embarrassed to talk to your mother and I don't know why. Of course I didn't say that either. Instead I let the argument drop and said what I had meant to originally. I closed my eyes against the night air blowing my hair back. "Do you remember what you said that time?"

"Which time?"

"I'm getting to that, if you'd just listen."

"Touya..."

"What you said that time about the God of Go. You said the God of Go must be lonely because he has no equal opponent."

There was silence for a moment and I wondered if my phone had dropped the call.

"Shindou?"

"Yeah. I remember that. Touya?"

"Yes?"

"Are you... are you alone tonight?"

My heart was suddenly beating louder than the sound of the wind in my ears. "I'm in a taxi," I said. "I'll be home soon."

A few heartbeats went by. "Well, I could come play you, if, you know, you're... bored or something."

"Yes. Yes, I'd like that very much."

"Great. Be there in a few."

I heard him yell to his mother that he was going out, and then he hung up the phone.

(continue to part five)