Title: An Understanding. . . .

Author: Raykushi

Disclaimer: Rights to Hikaru no Go belong to Yumi Hotta and others. This is a fan piece only and no monetary gain comes from its publication.

Prompt: Ogata walks in on Hikaru and Akira

Summary: Prompt pretty much explains it. . . .

Warnings: shonen-ai, face-sucking!

Pairings: Hikaru/Akira

Word count: 321

An Understanding. . . .

There might have been a knock at the hotel door first, but with Hikaru's tongue in the shell of his ear, Akira couldn't say for sure. He was only certain that when the door opened, Hikaru made no move to stop his questing lips or the fingers wiggling down the front of Akira's slacks until Akira slapped his shoulder several times and hissed.

The hotel room was darkened, but the silhouette of the man standing in the doorway, backlit by the soft lights of the hallway, was unmistakable. After a heartbeat, a halo of smoke filled the doorway above his head.

Akira expected Hikaru to jump away, now that he had been forcibly woken from his lust-induced tunnel vision. He expected Ogata to say something, an inquiry or a demand or even a quip. But neither happened. Hikaru didn't move from where he kneeled possessively in front of Akira. His head was turned and he was eyeing Ogata, though Akira couldn't see his expression. The older male stood there in the doorway and took another drag on his cigarette without speaking.

Akira tried to think of something to say to salvage the situation (they were rehearsing a play! or . . . his tie was knotted and Shindou was helping him get it out. . . ?) but before he could settle on something Ogata reached out and grabbed the doorknob, closing the door quietly.

"Hikaru. . . ." he said, fighting to keep his voice level even as his throat felt tight with alarm.

The dual-toned head shook back and forth, cutting him off. "It's okay. We have an understanding."

"What!"

But Hikaru only blushed when Akira asked what he meant.

~.~.~

"Are they coming?" Kurata asked, when Ogata returned to the bar downstairs.

The tall man blew a plume of smoke as he sank onto his recently vacated barstool. "Possibly soon, though it may take a while now," he said, and only smirked when Kurata asked what he meant.