Title: Careless Whispers
Rating: NC-17
Pairings: Ogata/Akira
Warnings: NCS? yaoi, angst
Author's Notes: Whee! Now look at what all of your encouragement has caused! I haven't been able to get rid of the image of Ogata having his merry way with our boys! So here's for all you closeted and open Ogata-fans - come on admit it...you know you love him! ^_~

Enjoy!

P.S: Renamed it the 'Ogata Files'. I think I'll be putting all my short stories involving him in here. ^^

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Careless Whispers:

It’s been a long two weeks. Two weeks of visiting the Touya household to play meaningless games with a man whose thoughts might very well be in China with each move he makes. It isn’t as if I no longer care for Touya Kuoyo. He has been my mentor and father figure since I can remember and it’s only right that my loyalties lie with him. But ever since his involvement with China’s Go Institute, there has been a noticeable strain in our relationship. It isn’t visible or noticeable to an outsider, but I am sure that the members in our small group have noticed the intensity of our little arguments with increasing alarm. Oh, we don’t throw our fists in the air and call each other names, but it’s obvious within our clipped corrections and tight smiles that our relationship is slowly falling apart.

Not that it’s the most worrisome thing for me at the moment.

I sigh and move my cursor over the screen with a weariness that would have surprised my opponent on the opposite side of the glass. Yes, to kill time, I still play Go online – maybe hoping that Sai will show his face again and give me a run for my money. But I doubt it. Those days seem like they had happened in another age and time. Things have changed these days…I wonder if Sai has realized it too.

Stubbing out my cigarette irritably, I decide to finish up this match as quickly as possible and get myself something to eat. And rather absently, I reach for the bottle of fish food on my left to drop a few flakes into the clear water.

Not tonight, my dears. Daddy’s got a few things to take care of…

My opponent is rather stupid although he claims to be a 9-dan. Shit, why do I have to put up with these stupid moves anyway? Typing something rather rudely to him, I end the game quickly and switch off the computer. The darkness that follows suit is quite gratifying and pleasant to my aching head. I close my eyes and listen to the dulled boom of thunder that rages outside. It’s only five in the evening and yet it’s an ominous pitch black outside. The news had said something to the effect of it being the worst storm of the year for Tokyo. But I scoff at that. What did they know about raging storms? In my heart a much worse one has been raging for a long time now. To my chagrin, I notice that my hands have begun to tremble again and I curse softly before rising quickly to my feet to make my way towards the kitchen.

I am dressed in only a pair of loose black sweatpants that hang dangerously low off my hips. My bare feet pad across the cool tiles of the small kitchen, hands reaching for familiar cups, plates and pans. I think I will fix myself something simple tonight. Maybe pasta – I’m in the mood for Italian for some reason.

As the spaghetti boils, I find myself staring at the black cordless phone on the counter, wondering if I ought to call my last girlfriend over for a quick dinner…and something else. I curse softly and shake my head, trying to tell myself that I wouldn’t stoop so low as to call that annoying little bitch. After a quick fuck to satiate my lust, she’s bound to want to talk about everything and anything and that’s the last thing I need.

No, what I really need is…not as fleshy as she is. What I want isn’t as curved as she is. What I want isn’t as loud as she is…although wishing he could be loud for me wouldn’t be such a bad idea. I groan and shift restlessly as those innocent green eyes fill my mind again. It is a cruel fate, I have to admit, but I know I will have to live with it, if I have any hopes of retaining my sanity.

The shrill ring of the phone is a welcome distraction and idly wondering who it might be, I reach for it.

“Hello, Ogata here.”

At first I hear nothing but harsh breathing and my first instinct is to slam the phone down in irritation. Just what I need, some pervert calling to work out his fantasies with me. But the next words that reach my ears almost have me dropping the phone anyway.

“Oga…Ogata sensei?”

Akira!

“Ogata sensei?” he calls out again, this time his voice is a bit steadier. But my heart isn’t. What in the world is wrong with me? It isn’t as if he hasn’t called me here before. We have had lots of conversations in the past, so everything was going to be cool…right?

“Akira? Is there a problem?” I ask, quite surprised to find myself sounding normal and as nonchalant as ever.

I can literally hear him blushing as he asks quickly. “I…I’m in the lobby downstairs, sensei and I just wanted to know if I could come upstairs…”

Wha…what???

“…my keys…raining…caught…please…stay….you?”

My mind cannot not process all he is saying but from the gist of things, he apparently wants to stay with me at least until the rain stops. And so will I please let him stay for a while? I must have said yes or something to that effect because he says a quick and quite grateful ‘thank you!’ before the dull monotone of the phone fills my ear. I replace the device back into its place and stare blindly at the fridge before me.

Akira…right this minute…is on his way…to my place…

He has visited me once or twice before and all we had done was play a game of Go and talk about his studies. I rub a hand across my forehead and try to gather some moisture into my drying mouth. It looks like I will have company after all, as I reach for the cabinet to bring out another plate and an extra cup.

Heh, things are finally going to go my way tonight after all…I hope.


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He had come to my door looking extremely wet and sexy as hell. That sheepish smile, the dull flare of pink on his cheeks, the way his hair hung in wet long strands around his breathtaking visage, the way the rain had caused his shirt to mold to his flesh, revealing every contour and inch of that young skin to my gaze – I was sure I had died and gone to heaven.

He is now in my bedroom, changing into something dry while I go about setting up the table for our quick meal. I take a sip of the white wine, nodding softly to myself as its tangy taste slides down my throat like warm fire. I can feel my body thrum with similar warmth and I know it has nothing to do with the wine either.

“It’s a bit too big, sensei,” he says suddenly causing me to turn my head around quickly to notice him standing within the kitchen doorway. He is dressed in one of my white and blue striped dress shirts and true enough it fell a little below his knees, exposing those long and slender legs to my gaze. I swallow tightly and struggle not to think of him being completely naked underneath, but I can’t help it. I know he is completely nude…besides my shirt of course and it doesn’t help that he is looking embarrassed at the thought too. His hands are before him, so it only makes sense.

“I hope you don’t mind that I put my clothes in your drying machine,” he adds quickly, but I wave his words off with a hand and motion for him to sit down. The food isn’t going to wait for us forever. It has to be eaten hot, I say.

Did my voice sound too harsh? I think it did because he looks a bit stricken before settling himself down on the chair. I curse again and wonder why I can’t seem to ‘soften’ before him. I still think he’s wary of me because of the way I had behaved after our last match and I know I would have to make it up to him in some way.

We eat silently. I steal a glance at every chance I get, watching the way he chews just as politely as he speaks. I watch his fingers curve around the glass of wine and I can barely hide my smirk as he takes a sip and his eyes widen in surprise. I ask him if he likes the taste. He blushes a little and nods slowly. It’s a different taste, he agrees, but good all the same. I am more than glad to refill his glass, but one has to be careful in such things. I do not wish for anyone to think that I am trying to get him drunk.

Or am I?

Surprisingly…or perhaps not, the effects of the wine begin to loosen him up and before long he begins to talk to me about what happened throughout the day. He begins to giggle at something that isn’t really that funny and I am really beginning to wonder if I have given him too much.

“Perhaps we should call it a night, Akira,” I suggest as I rise quickly to my feet. It’s an honorable decision. We would go our separate ways and I will be left alone to pleasure myself to his lingering scent or something. But to my complete shock and pleasant surprise, I find myself being pushed to the floor by a sudden flurry of movement and a heavy weight now upon me.

Oh sweet Kami…

I can feel every inch of him against me – and I mean every inch. I must have groaned for he raises his head to look at me in slight concern.

“I’m sorry, sensei,” he says softly and I can only watch his lips move. “I didn’t want to be a bother for you tonight. I had thought I would be able to make it to Shin…my house tonight, but the storms were too much and Ichikawa-san had…mmphfff!”

Did anyone ever tell you that you talk too much, my dear Akira?

I watch his eyes widen above mine as I wrap my arms around his slender frame to keep him in place. I had caught him unawares for his mouth gives me the access I need to really taste him. I have dreamed of this moment a million times over – have had nights were all I could think and dream about was he in my arms like this. My sick demented little fantasy was coming true and if the gods felt it right to punish me by taking this all away from me, I just didn’t know what I would do.

He’s struggling and trying to push himself away from me. I can see the panic in his eyes and to my chagrin I find that I am even more turned on by his frantic movements. I thrust up against him with a low moan of pleasure before twisting around quickly to change our positions. With a hand carefully placed behind his knee, I lift up his leg and force him to wrap it around my waist.

I see that his face is getting flushed even though tears have sprung to his eyes. I release him slowly, watching the sliver thread of saliva that connects our swollen lips with a small smirk. He is panting harshly, his beautiful green eyes a bit glazed with a look that I was quite familiar with.

“Oga…Ogata sensei…” he breathes harshly, still trying – a bit weakly now – to push me away. “Please…don’t…”

My fingers slip and brush against his swollen balls. His sharp and almost girlish yelp is more than enough to fuel my incentives. With a low growl I seize his lips again in a slow kiss, my wandering hand reaching for his throbbing cock to squeeze it gently. His cry is lost in our kiss – the tangy salty taste of his tears however trickles down between our sealed lips.

I pull back a little to whisper softly against his lips, my breathing so rough now that I can barely get the words out. “I’ll make you feel good, Akira…”

I can feel the first few drops of his cum against my stroking fingers and I smile in delight. I caress the swollen head with a finger, allowing it to toy with its slit for a while. I relish in the way he writhes below me, his cries now growing louder as he begins to thrust a bit wildly into me. Shit! I am sure that my cock is bound to rip a hole right through my pants if I don’t have this boy right here and now.

He is begging me to stop and yet he contradicts his words by wrapping his arms tightly around my neck. His body trembles below mine which resonates just how badly I want and need him too. I give his cock one hard squeeze and watch in amazement as he suddenly explodes against me. I have to close my eyes quickly or I am sure I will be blinded by it. I release his cock with a lick of my lips, tasting his thick essence with a smirk of satisfaction. He curls up in a fetal position on the floor now, his body still trembling with the after shocks of his orgasm. He is sniffling softly with embarrassment at how quick he has come and at what is happening to him.

Don’t worry, my dear. The fun is just beginning.

As expected, he lifts his head in surprise as I turn him around to make him lie upon his stomach. I push up the shirt a bit higher, exposing his pale ass cheeks to my hungry gaze. The combined sight of his virgin, pink-tinted opening and the thick, pearly wetness of his cum running down his thighs is enough to have me groaning in mindless need.

“Sen…sei…” he whines and moans a bit pitifully as he writhes and tries to get away from me, but placing my hands tightly upon his waist I lean forward to whisper thickly into his ear. “I promised to make you feel good, didn’t I?” And promptly coating my fingers with his cum, I trace the puckered entrance teasingly for a moment before plunging them deep within his ass.

His loud cry is pure music to my ears.

I pump my fingers faster and harder, listening to his cries of pain slowly become harsh sobs of undeniable pleasure. I know I have reached a part of him that he’s never imagined before and his response to me only proves that.

And another thing…I think I’ve reached my limits in patience

I sense him about to come again and I quickly squeeze the base of his cock to stop him from doing so. He turns to face me with an expression on his features that I will never forget for as long as I live.

Want. Pure unadulterated lust and need.

Who knew the wonderful and all around amazing Akira Touya, had it in him?

He thrusts shamelessly against me and I all but bite into the skin of his neck at how erotic that tiny movement had been. I shiver in anticipation as I tug my pants down quickly, my hands now trembling slightly as I part his ass cheeks to nudge my already weeping cock against the prepared offering. I lean forward to rest my weight upon his back to whisper softly into his ear again. I tell him that it’s going to hurt a little but he has to bear with it as it’s bound to get better soon.

As I am speaking to him, I am carefully pushing my way in. The obvious tightness of his ass is one I should have been expecting, but there are simply no words to describe just how incredible it feels to have those muscles tightening around my thick cock. I squeeze my eyes shut and rest my forehead against his shoulder blades as I listen dully to his cry of pain. I’ve got to get his mind of that for now and so wrapping a hand around his twitching flesh, I begin to stroke it gently and begin to withdraw from the comfort of his ass.

I know he’s crying again, but I am too far-gone to say any words of comfort to him. I need him now and I think it’s only fair that I take what I have longed for years. With another hard thrust, I sink into him again, my breathing growing shallow as I began a slow rhythm that will be comfortable for him. He is slick, hot and pure fire around my cock. Each thrust buries me deeper within him till I can feel my balls slap against his ass.

He keeps calling out my name.

 

Sensei. Sensei. Sensei!!

 

And for the first time, it doesn’t sound so bad to hear it in such a way. I force him to suck on my fingers as our wild movements begin to take a life of its own. Our groans, cries and sounds of our sweat-slicked bodies fill my small apartment. The heavy smell of our coupling drives me wild as I take what is rightfully mine.

Akira…Akira…sweet Kami…Akira!

I come - so hard that I am afraid I might have hurt him with the force of my last thrust. But instead, I am treated to the most sexy and mind-numbing cry of ecstasy I have ever heard. I watch through glazed depths as his thick cum bathes my hands and floor yet again. I can feel mine fill his ass and begin to slide down his thighs as we collapse to the floor in a tangled heap of limbs and fluids.

We say nothing for a long time, only allowing our ragged breathing to fill the thick silence that has followed. I cannot believe how fantastic that had been and all I can think about is taking him again! But I know he will be unable to handle me so soon and being the good guy, I decide to allow him some time to recuperate.

I sigh and withdraw from him with a light wince, watching as some of my cum escapes its prison with my action. Damn, but he looks so amazingly delicious lying on the floor with my shirt riding high on his chest and his ass and those incredible legs coated with our combined semen.

I groan and force my gaze away, reaching blindly for my packet of cigarettes. I light up one quickly, knowing I would have to do the honorable thing and at least wipe him up.

But as I make a move towards the kitchen, my phone rings again. I blink in confusion, at least thankful the annoying thing hadn’t rung while claiming my prize.

“It’s him…” I hear Akira mumble as he sits up slowly with a dark blush staining his tear streaked face.

“It’s…who…?” I ask a bit coldly, already knowing and yet dreading the answer that’s about to spill from his lips.

And lowering his lashes almost shyly, he draws his legs beneath him and answers simply.

“Shindo.”