[HnG] Motive, PG-13, Gen, Kaga/Tsutsui

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Another fic for blind_go. One of my favorite pairings--and probably helped give me away because I wrote for them last round too.

Motive
Hikaru no Go, PG-13, Kaga/Tsutsui, 363 words
Kaga doesn't know why it has to be Tsutsui.


Motive
by meitachi

Kaga didn't know what it was about Tsutsui that made Kaga want him so badly. Maybe it was his neat, freshly-pressed appearance, which Kaga longed to dishevel. Maybe it was his polite, soft-spoken ways, which always had Kaga imagining him screaming, instead, voice raw. Maybe it was his do-good, always-obedient attitude, which tied Kaga's spine up in knots with the need to make him break some rules and like it.

Or maybe, thought Kaga, nose buried in Tsutsui's hair, it was the sweat and the way Tsutsui's breath hitched in his throat. Maybe it was the way his fingers dug into Kaga's back through the thin uniform shirt as Kaga thrust into him savagely. Maybe it was the tears or the red flush that seemed to creep up his throat or the way he bit his lip. Maybe it was the clumsy but sure way he fisted his hand over Kaga now, in broad, steady strokes, or the way he gasped into Kaga's shoulders when he came, arching hard in Kaga's hands.

It could be, Kaga sometimes allowed himself to think in the golden satiation of afterglow, the way Tsutsui always made sure Kaga had the homework assignments from the classes he skipped, even if Kaga had very little intention of doing them. It could be the way he never asked Kaga to play go with him, suggesting a movie instead, and always looked so happy and surprised when Kaga offered to play. It could be the way his eyes lit up when he won a game due to his own skill and not a manual's instructions, or it could be the way he looked without his glasses, younger, asleep on Kaga's bed on the rare occasion Kaga hadn't pressed him up against a stall in the school bathroom. It could be the way he ducked his head whenever he passed Kaga in the hall, hand flying up to a barely concealed mark on his neck, fingering it with something approaching awe.

It could be a million different reasons and Kaga didn't know any of them.

Kaga didn't understand why Tsutsui. It was enough that it was, and that he had him.



Started/Finished: 12.29.2006