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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Gakuen_Heaven
  Relationship:
      Nakajima_Hideaki/Saionji_Kaoru
  Character:
      Schuchijo_Omi, Nakajima_Hideaki, Saionji_Kaoru, Taki_Shunsuke, Niwa
      Tetsuya, Iwai_Takuto
  Additional Tags:
      Gay_Romance, Love, Lust, Love/Hate, Anal_Sex, Oral_Sex, Computers, Fluff
  Stats:
      Published: 2016-12-19 Completed: 2017-01-05 Chapters: 4/4 Words: 12986
****** His Highness and the Hacker ******
by Dextrousleftie
Summary
     Nakajima is feeling restless, and decides to take a lover. But who?
     He chooses the one person he realizes he shares a great deal of
     sexual tension with - the Queen of the school, Saionji Kaoru. But
     will Saionji be interested? What will he do if he isn't? Can he take
     the Queen's heart by storm?
***** Chapter 1 *****
A/N: Here you go, Kuro. Glad you enjoy these. :) -DL
Nakajima Hideaki sat at his computer, and frowned at the screen. His long
fingers hovered over the keys, but the programmer didn’t press any of them.
After a moment, he sat back with a sigh, and reached up a hand to rub at his
forehead. A headache was beginning to pound behind his eyes. The Vice President
of the Student Council closed them, knowing that the bright computer screen was
only helping to make the throbbing pain worse. It didn’t matter, anyway. For
some reason, he hadn’t felt like pursuing his vendetta against the Treasury Dog
as much as usual lately. It wasn’t that Nakajima felt any ebbing of the dislike
and irritation that the Dog managed to work up in him so easily. It was more
like...ennui.
He had been feeling both bored and restless lately. And he didn’t have to look
too far for at least one of the causes of these emotions. The empty couch
across the room was definitely one of them. Niwa was off with his lover again.
The President spent even less time than usual on student council business, and
when he did he often brought Iwai with him. While he was learning to tolerate
the artist, Nakajima still didn’t like the other man very much. So he and the
king were spending far less time than usual together lately, and he missed
being with his friend. Niwa’s lively, larger-than-life personality meant that
Nakajima was almost never bored when he was around the King.
Nakajima wasn’t jealous of the way Iwai had taken over his friend’s attention.
He understood that in a relationship, especially a new one, the lovers would
want to spend as much time as possible together. If anything, he was beginning
to feel a little envious of the obvious happiness that the two men had found
with one another. It made the programmer feel almost…wistful. Not that he’d
ever admit to that emotion aloud, but he was aware that it was there
nonetheless. His life seemed rather empty and dull in comparison. Nakajima
stared at the backs of his own eyelids, as he contemplated ways to change his
own rather drab existence.
One way, he knew, was to get a lover of his own. But that was a harder
proposition than it might have seemed. Nakajima honestly wasn’t sure how to go
about it. He’d had a few casual flings here and there, but never a serious
relationship. He’d never wanted or needed one before. The programmer wasn’t
charming or personable, and flirting was an alien concept to him. He could have
asked Niwa for pointers, of course, but there was no way in a million years
that he would ever ask his friend for dating advice. The King would never let
him live it down.
Even if he knew how to go about getting a lover, there was still the issue of
finding someone who he was attracted to. Nakajima was a very picky, introverted
sort of person; there weren’t too many people around BL Academy who made him
sit up and take notice. He thought about all the people he knew, eliminating
them in his mind one-by-one.
There was Shinomiya Koji, dorm leader and president of the archery club. A
handsome, skilled person. But a definite NO. Shinomiya was far too serious and
controlled, even more so in some ways than Nakajima himself was. He knew that
one of the reasons that Niwa and he were such good friends was because of the
fact that their personalities were so opposite. Dating someone who was so much
like himself would be frankly boring. Plus, Shinomiya was a powerful
personality. Their strengths of will were bound to clash if they tried to have
a sexual relationship.
There was Taki. The red-headed messenger boy was definitely cute, in a sharp
sort of way. But while he was a lively creature, his sly, wild personality
didn’t attract Nakajima. In fact, the little red-haired creature irritated him
most of the time. The programmer knew that he'd be more inclined to kick the
kid than have any kind of relationship with him. He pinched the bridge of his
nose as he eliminated Taki from his mental list as well.
There was Ito Keita. Nakajima could admit that he’d been attracted to the big-
eyed, sweet little freshman from the first. Unlike Iwai, Ito had a strong
personality under his kind and rather fluffy outer surface. But Keita was with
the Academy’s chairman Endo Kazuki. The two men were very happy together, so
Nakajima had no interest in trying to break up their established relationship.
That erased Ito Keita from his list as well. The programmer could also cross
off those others who were taken – the twins(not that he’d ever felt the urge to
go after those two, anyway) who were happily wearing out their tennis captain
Naruse Yukihiko, and of course Niwa and Iwai. He’d certainly never felt any
desire for his best friend, and most especially not any for that drippy artist.
There was always the Treasury Dog, Nakajima thought with a sardonic smile. An
image of himself trying to snuggle up to Omi made him want to laugh. He figured
that it would take about 5.2 seconds for the two of them to come to blows, and
it would be a toss up as to who would start the fight. His dislike of Omi was
not the kind that had lurking attraction that he wouldn’t admit to at the
bottom of it. Nakajima genuinely disliked the Dog. Everything about the other
man irritated him. The programmer was aware that this was partly because of how
alike he and the Dog were. They naturally rubbed each other the wrong way, like
sandpaper across each other's nerve endings. Everything that they didn’t like
about themselves was recreated in the other, there for them to see. But
understanding his dislike didn’t mitigate it even a little bit. Heh – there was
always the Dog’s best friend, Saionji Kaoru…
His thoughts trailed off as he blinked. Hmm…Perhaps because the lovely man was
Omi’s best friend, Nakajima had never seriously thought about the man who was
dubbed ‘the Queen’ around the Academy. But the truth was, the Vice President
was attracted to the Head of the School Treasury for the same reasons that the
Dog was. While the Queen was strong-willed, there was also something rather
malleable and pliant about him. Something almost feminine. There was no close
friendship standing in the way of a relationship in Nakajima's case. And just
think about how furious the Dog would be if his greatest enemy seduced his best
friend…
Nakajima drummed his fingers on his computer desk as he considered this
revolutionary idea. The sexual attraction was already there. He suspected that
if the beautiful creature weren’t so loyal to his beloved friend, the Queen
would admit to himself that he was attracted to the Student Council Vice
President in return. Nakajima had always been aware of a low-level simmering
attraction between them, although he’d never before been inclined to do
anything about it. The other man was certainly lovely in a rather softly-
masculine sort of way. Nakajima had always had the distant urge, whenever he
was around Saionji, to just rip the other man's clothes off and fuck him into a
puddle. The alpha male in him saw the Queen as a sort of alpha female. Mate
material. Why had he never thought of this before?
He supposed that it was because he hadn’t ever really thought of taking a long-
term lover before, rather than just having the occasional casual sexual
encounter. Something in Nakajima's head wouldn’t think of the Queen as a casual
fling, even if he’d ever imagined that Saionji would just fall into bed with
him for a one-night stand. Which the other man wouldn’t. The Head of the
Treasury Department had far too much class for that. But now that Nakajima was
actually considering forming a more permanent relationship, Saionji moved to
the top of his list. He could easily consider the idea of seducing the Queen
into being his lover. In fact, it was a rather enticing thought.
Nakajima made up his mind with his normal decisiveness. Saionji it would be. He
had the beginnings of a plan forming in his head. The programmer smiled a
small, rather evil smile as he turned this around in his mind, adding details
and deciding what he would do. Nakajima wasn’t going to try to flirt with or
woo the other man - that wouldn’t work, not only because he wasn’t charming
enough to pull it off, but because the Queen would most likely either laugh or
reject him because of Nakajima's rivalry with his best friend. No, the best way
would be to just overwhelm Saionji completely. He knew that he could do that,
and that he’d enjoy every moment of it, as well.
 
 
Saionji Kaoru leaned back in the hot bath with a sigh of pleasure. One slender
hand swished in the water contentedly, disturbing the rose petals floating on
top of it. He closed his eyes, letting the heat rise up around him and relax
him completely. The Queen tried to come to the bathhouse at least once a month,
often more frequently. He could reserve a private bath and be by himself,
something he really enjoyed. Much as Saionji loved Omi, even his best friend
sometimes wore on his nerves. Every once in awhile, the Queen just needed to
get away from the Academy, his responsibilities, and his friends. This was one
of the ways that he did that.
Suddenly he heard a soft sound, and felt water being displaced as someone
stepped into the bath with him. The Queen opened his eyes in irritation, ready
to tell off whoever was disturbing him. But Saionji's open mouth stayed open
when he saw, through the steam, the face of the person who’d entered his bath
so quietly. Nakajima Hideaki sat on the other side of the bath, his coldly-
handsome face absolutely expressionless. Without his glasses, the Student
Council Vice President's sapphire eyes seemed even more laser-like than usual.
:Now what is he doing here?: the Queen thought in irritation. He glared at
Nakajima, a stare that didn’t seem to disconcert the other man in the least. He
merely draped his arms over the edge of the bath casually and looked at Saionji
out of half-lidded eyes.
“What do you want, Nakajima-san?” the Queen said at last when the Student
Council Vice President had been silent for several minutes.
A small smile slid over Nakajima’s well-formed mouth, making Saionji feel
rather uneasy. “Now what makes you assume that I want anything, Your Highness?”
he asked coolly, although there was a gleam in his eyes that made the Queen
feel even more nervous for some reason.
“Well, I have to assume that since you invaded my private bath” Saionji
retorted angrily.
Nakajima tilted his head a little to the side. “Hmm…Perhaps you’re right” he
conceded, in a tone of voice that sent a chill down the Queen’s spine. An even
stronger shiver followed the first when those sapphire eyes ran in a leisurely
fashion down his body. What was the man playing at?
“Well, what is it?” Saionji demanded when Nakajima said nothing more. “Is it
student council business?”
“You could say that” Nakajima replied lazily. “How did you and your Dog like
the chocolate I sent you, Highness?”
Saionji hissed angrily at this reminder of the nasty trick that Nakajima had
pulled on the Treasury. He’d transferred their entire budget into a numbered
Swiss bank account, and it had taken Omi hours to find out what had happened.
His friend had panicked when he's discovered that the account had been opened
in his name and with his personal information. It was true that Swiss banks had
a strict privacy policy, so that there was little chance that the chairman
could have found out about it being in Omi’s name, but even a minor chance was
bad. Omi could have been prosecuted for embezzlement if he hadn’t found the
money and transferred it back into the treasury account right away. Nakajima
had had the balls to send them both bars of expensive imported Swiss chocolate
afterward as a ‘gift’.
Seeing the fury in his face, Nakajima laughed softly. “And here I’d heard that
you and your Dog both like chocolate” he said mockingly.
“Not when it’s sent as a means to gloat” Saionji said sharply. “You would have
loved it if Omi had been thrown in prison, wouldn’t you?”
Nakajima lifted a single eyebrow at these vitriolic words. “I don’t know what
you mean” he replied calmly.
The Queen felt his hands ball into fists at his sides. “Of course you do! You
stole the money from the treasury accounts and put them in a numbered Swiss
account with Omi’s name on it! And you’re trying to tell me you didn’t intend
to get him in trouble?!”
“Actually, yes. That is exactly what I’m saying” Nakajima replied coldly. “If I
had intended to get the Dog thrown into prison, I would have gone about it
differently. I would have deposited the money in a Japanese bank, not a Swiss
one with such strict privacy laws. Then I would have made an anonymous phone
call to the chairman, alerting him to the theft. Your precious Omi would have
been rotting in prison by now. Instead, I put it in a bank account that would
have automatically closed the next business day and shunted the funds back into
the treasury accounts if the Dog hadn’t discovered what had happened to them.
And if you don’t believe that, I can show you the bank statements, which are on
my computer.”
Saionji hesitated. Nakajima’s words had a ring of truth to them. He studied the
other man’s cold, handsome face, but it was still expressionless. After a
moment he said thoughtfully: “I guess I owe you an apology then."
“For what?” Nakajima replied.
The Queen shrugged. “For believing you capable of doing something so nasty. I
mean, you’ve done some awful things to Omi, but since he always returns the
favor, or starts it entirely, I can’t blame you. I was shocked, frankly, when I
thought that you’d tried to deliberately get Omi into so much trouble. I
apologize” he bowed his head a little to Nakajima, who merely looked amused.
“Apology accepted” the computer wizard said with a quirk of his lips. “Although
there’s something more tangible you can do for me to show your remorse.”
There was something in Nakajima's voice that made Saionji look at him warily.
But the Queen still couldn’t read the other man's face, so he asked carefully:
“What?”
A light flared in the depths of the sapphire eyes that made his stomach
tighten. Nakajima slowly and deliberately stood up and began to wade through
the bath toward him. The Queen stared up at the other man uneasily, wondering
why he felt the sudden urge to run away. Nakajima’s smile widened and took on a
feral quality. “I think a kiss would be sufficient” he said in a low, throaty
tone of voice that made the hairs on Saionji’s neck stand up.
“What?!” the Queen yelped, his emerald eyes widening. He coiled himself to try
to escape, but he was too late. Nakajima was standing over him now with a
predatory look on his face.
“Yes, a kiss” Nakajima repeated as he descended on the frozen man staring up at
him in shock. He rested his arms on either side of Saionji’s head, effectively
caging the Queen as he leaned forward toward the lovely man.
The Queen felt his breath leave his body in a shocked gasp. This was not
happening! He thought wildly. He put up his hands to try to ward Nakajima off,
but they ended up being pressed to the other man's bare, muscular chest.
Saionji gasped again at the feel of the hot soft skin under his fingers, and
the hard muscles under that skin. Nakajima’s eyes were full of a burning
darkness as he raised one hand to grasp the Queen’s chin in a tight grip.
Saionji opened his mouth to protest, to tell him off, and Nakajima’s hard mouth
closed over his in a punishing kiss.
Saionji moaned helplessly as Nakajima’s mouth ate at his. A wicked, insouciant
tongue invaded his mouth, sweeping into it and conquering everything within.
The hand left his chin and curled around the back of his neck instead, to hold
him in place as Nakajima feasted on his mouth. The computer programmer ravaged
it until the Queen couldn’t remember his own name, let alone why he should be
protesting and fighting off the man kissing him so expertly. Nakajima knelt
between his legs, and the other long-fingered hand left the rim of the tub to
begin to glide over Saionji’s silky skin. His fingers reached a rose-colored
nipple and pinched it delicately, causing the Queen to cry out into his
devouring mouth. The lovely man's back arched involuntarily at the sensation.
Wildly the Queen tried to gather his thoughts. But he couldn’t seem to do it,
not with Nakajima’s tongue in his mouth and that skilled hand sliding down his
skin. He whimpered a little as the exploring hand disappeared under the water,
gliding over his stomach and heading toward the towel knotted around his waist.
Long fingers skimmed over Saionji's belly button, and then dipped under the
edge the towel. They stroked closer and closer to his erection, teasing the
Queen until he was making begging noises into Nakajima’s mouth.
Nakajima finally lifted his head so that they could both breathe. Air huffed in
and out of Saionji’s chest as he stared up at the tall man kneeling above him
with a glazed emerald stare. The Queen tried to speak, but he didn’t seem to be
coherent enough to do that. “Wha…?” was all he could manage to get out.
The other man didn’t answer him. Instead, he put his hands on the Queen’s waist
and lifted him bodily from the bath until he was perched on the edge. Saionji
gasped as he was set down, shaking his head to try to clear it so that he could
actually speak and demand to know what Nakajima was doing. But the Vice
President wasn’t interested in letting the Queen get that much of his thought
processes back, and all he managed was a squeaking noise full of shock as
Nakajima’s hands closed over the knot at his waist and undid it, causing the
towel to fall down loosely over his hips. A sharp tug whisked it away
altogether, leaving the flustered Saionji sitting naked on the side of the tub.
A flush of combined desire, heat, and embarrassment had run up into the Queen’s
alabaster cheeks as Nakajima’s sapphire eyes gazed at his erect cock. It
twitched as he looked at it, displaying its excitement. Anticipation skirled
through Saionji, along with a kind of distant horror. Was he really letting
NAKAJIMA of all people do this to him? What would Omi say? What was wrong with
him? But even these thoughts fled when Nakajima’s long fingers curled over the
base of his erection, and that black head bent so that his mouth could close
over it as well.
Ahh!” cried Saionji, his head flying back as Nakajima’s warm, moist mouth took
him in and began to suck. His fingers scrabbled on the stone on either side of
him as he arched his hips toward that wonderful sensation. The Queen was almost
frantic, as that skilled tongue caressed him, while those strong fingers
grasped his cock and began to stroke the rest of it where that mouth wasn’t
attending to him. Nakajima’s other hand moved down between his legs and palmed
his balls, rolling them around in their sack in time with the programmer's
insistent sucking.
Saionji was losing his mind. He panted and cried out desperately, feeling as
though Nakajima’s mouth was sucking his very soul out of his body. Two fingers
prodded his perineum, as the black head began an up and down movement. His
tongue fluttered along the length of the Queen’s cock each time that he pulled
back, and Nakajima sucked hard at it each time that he drove down. The Queen
had never had a blow job quite this expert before, and it was so good that he
couldn’t believe it.
There was no way that he could hold out for long under this treatment. Saionji
lunged upward one last time, his head thrown back as the lovely man screamed
the pleasure of his orgasm into the quiet room. Nakajima continued to suck
relentlessly at him until he had emptied the the Queen. Then the programmer
withdrew his mouth with a last lazy lick at the tip, as Saionji shuddered at
the force of his coming, half-collapsing back on the floor in a boneless mass
as he panted deeply. Nakajima straightened up with a small smile on his face.
He looked down at the flushed, lovely man whom he’d just reduced to a puddle
with his mouth, and there was triumph and satisfaction gleaming in his sapphire
eyes.
He turned and started to walk away. Saionji stared after him in disbelief.
“What?” he began, struggling to get his voice to work. “Where are you going!”
Nakajima stopped and looked at the Queen over his shoulder. “I thought I’d just
give you a taste of what can happen if you agree to be my lover” he replied
calmly.
Saionji’s mouth gaped open. “Y-You think I’m going to become your lover?!” he
yelped in disbelief.
A cool smile flitted over Nakajima’s lips. “Yes, I think you will” he said.
“Consider this, Saionji-san. That was just a blow job. Imagine what it would be
like if I actually fucked you.”
A shiver wracked the Queen’s frame at his coarse words. “This is ridiculous!”
he said in a voice that was higher than normal. “There is no way that I would
ever become your lover, Nakajima-san!” he spat.
“Perhaps” Nakajima conceded as he turned around and finished exiting the bath.
“But if you change your mind, all you have to do is say so. I’ll be happy to
fuck you into the ground whenever you ask me to” his soft chuckle was like
fingernails on a blackboard for Saionji as he bent to pick up his glasses and
the towel they were sitting on, before the programmer left the room altogether
without a backward glance.
The Queen slumped down beside the pool. He stared sightlessly at the steaming
water, wondering what had just happened. Had it been a strange dream? Had he
actually passed out from the heat and hallucinated the whole thing? Saionji
pinched his own arm, then yelped at the pain. No dream, then. Nakajima Hideaki
had actually sucked him off in the bathhouse! He’d liked…no, liked was too
shallow a word. The Queen had loved it. Remembering the other man's parting
words, Saionji felt his body begin to tremble a little as images of what it
would be like if Nakajima actually did fuck him passed through his head. The
Queen hugged himself tightly. What was he going to do?
***** Chapter 2 *****
Chapter Summary
     Saonji finally responds to Nakajima's offer...
“Kaoru? Kaoru!” Omi’s voice was impatient. Saionji blinked up at a pair of
narrowed violet eyes, as his brain returned from outer space.
Omi waved a hand in front of his eyes. “Kaoru – what is the matter with you?”
the computer programmer demanded, looking worriedly down at his friend.
The Queen became aware that he was sitting on the couch in the Treasury Room,
holding a cup of tea. He’d been staring into space for who knew how long, a
habit he’d gotten into over the last two weeks. Omi looked as though he’d like
to shake his friend to make him answer, which Saionji could understand. The
programmer had been asking him what was wrong, on and off, for almost a week
now, obviously concerned about his strange behavior. But Saionji couldn’t
answer his best friend's questions. He just couldn’t. He couldn’t tell Omi what
had happened in the bathhouse with Nakajima.
His hand trembled a little, as he set the tea cup down on its saucer. “There’s
nothing the matter with me, Omi-kun,” the Queen replied, as serenely as he
could manage. 'Not that a good lobotomy might cure,' he added in his own head.
Omi frowned. “You keep telling me that, but it’s pretty obvious that it's a
lie,” he said angrily. “What is going on, Kaoru?”
The Queen looked away, unable to meet his friend’s violet eyes. How could he
tell Omi the truth? Not only about what had happened at the bathhouse, but what
had been happening to him for he last few weeks? More and more often, Saionji's
mind was filled with images of Nakajima. He couldn’t stop imagining what it
would be like to actually have sex with the other man. The Queen found himself
not only in a in a constant state of arousal, but also of despair. For Omi’s
sake, there was no way that he would ever take Nakajima up on his offer. So
Saionji was being driven slowly crazy, tormented both day and night by visions
of naked bodies tangled together on sheets, and sapphire eyes burning down into
his own, as hard hands slid over his body. Sometimes he wanted to tear his own
hair out in sheer frustration.
It was worse at when he slept. Almost every night the Queen was waking up from
steamy dreams of himself and Nakajima, and much to Saionji's shame and
embarrassment almost all of them had been wet dreams. It was getting so that
whenever he woke up groggily and felt the sated, languid condition of his body
and the wetness on his sheets, he wanted to cry. The Queen was afraid to go
back to sleep each night lest he have another wet dream, so he was now sleep-
deprived as well as sexually frustrated. Saionji's brain felt like it was
melting.
Omi looked down at his friend. He wanted to shake Saionji, in a combination of
exasperation and concern, to get some answers from the lovely man. Not only had
his friend been spacing out more and more the last few weeks, but now the Queen
had dark circles under his emerald eyes, and a drawn look to his face. The
programmer could tell that Saionji wasn’t sleeping well. But he refused to tell
Omi what was wrong, which was completely infuriating. He intended to find out
what was happening right there and now, no matter what it took. Omi crossed his
arms over his chest, and leveled a cold look down at his distressed friend.
“Kaoru,” he said in an implacable tone of voice. “Tell me what is wrong, or I
swear that our friendship is over,” Omi's voice left no room for doubt that he
meant what he said.
Saionji’s emerald eyes widened. Fear glimmered in their depths. “Omi,” he
gasped. “Please….”
“Tell me,” Omi said again. “What is going on?”
The Queen bent his head, a sob shaking his frame. Omi hardened himself against
that sound, although he desperately wanted to take his distraught friend in his
arms and comfort Saionji. “I…” Kaoru gulped. “I was afraid to tell you,” he
whispered, as Omi strained to hear him.
“Tell me what?” Omi demanded urgently. “What is wrong?”
“Nakajima,” Saionji said woefully.
 
Omi felt the hair standing up on the back of his head, as rage swept through
him. “Nakajima? What about him? What did he do to you?!” he asked urgently,
fear coiling in his stomach. All kinds of horrible imaginings went through the
programmer's head, as his friend began to shake visibly. Surely even Nakajima
wouldn’t…
“He…at the bathhouse…” Saionji bowed his head in deep shame.
Omi knelt down in front of his friend and put his hands on Saionji's knees.
“Please tell me, Kaoru,” he said, as his stomach began to make sickening rolls
within him. Omi steeled himself to hear the horrible truth, even as he made up
his mind to find a way to kill Nakajima as soon as possible.
Saionji put a hand to his mouth. “He…kissed me,” the Queen said softly between
his fingers.
Omi’s eyebrows went up a little. “He kissed you?” He repeated. “That’s all?”
The Queen shook his head. “No. He…he….” As Omi watched in amazement, a blush
spread over his friend’s alabaster cheeks, all the way up to his hairline.
“He….gave me…a…blow job,” Saionji said this last so softly that Omi had to
strain to hear him.
 
The programmer's mouth opened in shock. “Nakajima gave you a blow job in the
bathhouse?!” he repeated in disbelief. Saionji nodded silently, his emerald
eyes distressed.
Omi sat back on his heels. “And he didn’t…assault you?” he asked carefully.
The Queen’s eyes widened even further, as he realized what Omi had thought.
“No, no!” he cried, shaking his head vigorously. “I…I could have gotten away if
I’d…wanted to,” he said shamefacedly.
The programmer grew still. "But you didn’t want to,” he said. Omi studied his
friend’s distressed face. “You liked it, didn’t you, Kaoru?”
Saionji closed his eyes and shuddered. “Hai,” he said miserably.
Omi took a deep breath. “Is that the only thing that’s bothering you?” he asked
quietly.
The Queen shook his head slowly. “No. He…said that that was just a sampling of
what it would be like if I…agreed to be his lover.” He went on, stuttering a
little over this admission.
The programmer blinked in surprise, as his brows drew together a little.
“Nakajima wants you to be his lover,” Omi repeated slowly, as though turning
this strange statement around in his head.
“Yes! But Omi, I would never agree. I know how much you hate him. I would never
hurt you so!” Saionji said, touching his arm gently, the beautiful emerald eyes
earnest.
Omi let out a long breath in a sigh. “I see. And if I didn’t have this feud
going on with him, would you say ‘yes’, Kaoru?” he asked, looking up at his
friend steadily.
Saionji paled a little. “I don’t know,” he said, looking away.
'But I do' Omi thought. He could see it on his friend’s face. Well, this was a
strange turn of events, indeed. The silver-haired man turned the facts over in
his head, thinking hard. Like Nakajima, Omi was aware that the main reason the
two of them hated each other was because of how alike they both were in some
ways. That included an attraction to the man sitting on the couch in front of
him. But while he loved Saionji with all of his heart, it wasn’t a sexual kind
of love. It was more as though the two of them were platonic soulmates. It was
true that they’d tried to be boyfriends earlier on, but it simply hadn’t worked
out. In some strange way, they were too close to be lovers. Both of them had
agreed not to try anymore, but had instead gone their separate ways, and taken
lovers elsewhere.
But here was Nakajima, who was so very like Omi – but also different. If he’d
ever thought about it, the other man was almost the perfect person for Kaoru.
But Nakajima had never shown any interest in his friend before, and Saionji
would never have anything to do with someone that his best friend disliked so
thoroughly. The subject had never come up before, but now Nakajima had made a
move. Omi could see that it was having a profound affect on his poor friend.
The Queen was torn between his attraction for the forceful Nakajima, and his
loyalty to Omi. The computer programmer sighed.
“Kaoru-chan,” he said tenderly to his poor, confused friend. He looked up
steadily into those lovely emerald eyes, that were gazing uncertainly down at
him. “If he is what you want, please don’t hesitate because of me. You are my
best friend. That means that I want you to be happy. You haven’t been happy
these last two weeks. It’s true that I really don’t like him, but that
shouldn’t have anything to do with you. I would never ask you to be miserable
because I have a feud going with someone. If you want him as a lover, then go
and get him.”
Saionji’s mouth opened in shock. What are you saying, Omi?” he wavered in
disbelief. “You can’t be serious! You’re actually saying that I should become
Nakajima’s lover?!”
Omi nodded. “That’s exactly what I’m saying. Listen, Kaoru-chan. I don’t like
the way you’ve been acting the last few weeks. It worries me terribly.” He put
out his hand to lightly catch a hold of his friend’s chin. “You’ve got dark
circles under your eyes so bad that it looks like someone gave you a pair of
black eyes, and you’re pale, too. Most of the time lately even when you’re in
the room with me, it seems like you’re not really there. I can’t stand to see
you this way. If the only cure for this malaise is Nakajima, then so be it.
Somehow I’ll learn to adjust to his being your lover.” He smiled encouragingly
for his weary friend.
Tears welled in the Queen’s eyes. “Oh, Omi,” he wailed, throwing himself
forward into his friend’s arms. Saionji hugged the computer programmer tightly,
his tears soaking into the fabric of Omi’s uniform jacket at the shoulder. “I
love you so much.”
“I know you do, dear heart,” Omi replied gently. “And I love you just as much.
I know that if it were me in this situation, that you’d give me the same
advice. We take care of each other. That’s what friends do,” he said tenderly,
stroking the long, light-brown locks of his beloved friend’s hair.
Saionji sniffed, as he rubbed his cheek against Omi’s shoulder. “I’m so glad
that you transferred to my school when we were children, Omi,” he said softly.
“I don’t know what I’d do without you.”
Omi smiled, remembering when they'd met. How miserable he’d been, and how the
friendship of the forward emerald-eyed boy had been his salvation. He would do
anything for his friend. In light of that, putting up with the irritating
Nakajima seemed like a very little thing indeed. Omi pulled away, offering his
friend a handkerchief. “Here, blow your nose,” he said, thinking that the Queen
was even more beautiful when he cried.
Saionji obediently wiped his eyes and then blew his nose, looking like a little
boy. The Queen conjured up a tremulous smile for his friend. “Now, then,” Omi
said, getting to his feet and putting out a hand to Saionji. “I think you
should go over to the student council room and talk to the Vice President.
Don’t you?”
The Queen rose to his feet with inherent grace. He stepped forward and hugged
Omi tightly. “Thank you, Omi,” he breathed, as his friend held him close.
 
 
Nakajima sat at his computer, once more frowning at the screen. 'This is
getting ridiculous,' he thought in disgust, as he made no move to touch the
keyboard. He hadn’t done anything to the Treasury Dog for two weeks now, and he
felt very little motivation to continue the feud. The programmer was more than
a little disturbed by the suspicion that the reason he was feeling less
motivated to fight with the Dog lately was because Omi was the Queen’s best
friend. Nakajima didn’t like this thought at all. His nearly lighthearted
attempt to take a lover seemed to be taking a much more serious turn, and he
was thrown off by this.
Saionji had made no move to take up his challenge. Nakajima frankly would never
have believed that the Queen could hold out for two weeks, and the Vice
President of the Student Council was beginning to worry a bit in the back of
his head that his move had been premature. That he’d scared the Queen enough
that the other man would never take him up on his offer. Nakajima sighed.
It shouldn’t matter so much to him that Saionji wasn’t interested in becoming
his lover. It had been a spur of the moment decision, after all. Nothing very
important. Right? So why did he feel so moody lately? Even Niwa had noticed.
The King had slapped him on the back a few days ago and roared: “What the
matter with you, Hide? You’re acting like someone killed your favorite pet.
Cheer up, man!” and he’d proceeded to tell Nakajima a whole string of dirty
jokes, without mustering more than a half-hearted glare from his friend.
Nakajima rubbed at his temple wearily. He would simply have to accept the fact
that Saionji wasn’t interested. And he would. Somehow he’d regain his
equilibrium and his calm. He was Nakajima Hideaki. Nakajima Hideaki did NOT
pine. It was too ridiculous. The programmer gathered himself, and set his
fingers on his keyboard. He’d create a virus that would turn the Dog’s hard
drive to mush. He wouldn’t worry anymore about fighting with Omi because it
might upset the Dog's best friend. Enough was enough.
 
 
Saionji hesitated outside the firmly shut door of the Student Council Room. He
took a deep breath, and tried to pull himself together. The Queen wished,
suddenly, that he could just run away, but he’d come this far. To chicken out
now would be utterly cowardly. Saionji raised a shaking hand to knock at the
door, trying to will the trembling in his body to subside. The lovely man felt
so nervous and scared, that it was a wonder that he didn’t just heave up his
guts all over the floor. In one part of Saionji's head, the Queen couldn’t
really believe that he was doing what he was doing. In spite of Omi’s blessing
this just didn’t seem right.
He rapped softly at the wood, perhaps hoping that if his knocking was quiet
enough Nakajima wouldn’t hear it. Then he could go back and tell Omi that he’d
tried, but the man just wasn’t there. But the Student Council Vice President
had an acute sense of hearing. His deep voice said sharply from inside: “Come,”
that voice saying that word, in those tones, made a shiver pass through the
Queen’s body.
Somehow he managed to turn the knob. The Queen pushed the door open, seeing
Nakajima sitting at his computer, with his back to the door. Saionji hesitated
in the doorway, his tongue feeling frozen to the roof of his mouth. Nakajima
said in irritation: “What is it? I don’t have all day…” he turned his head as
he spoke, and his words trailed off as he saw the Queen standing silently in
the doorway, staring at him with wide emerald eyes.
Sapphire eyes widened a bit, and then narrowed. A gleaming light composed of
satisfaction, relief, and lust rose in their depths. Saionji quivered at the
sight of that burning light, as Nakajima swung his chair around and got to his
feet. The programmer said nothing. He merely began to walk toward the Queen,
his eyes boring into Saionji’s. Kaoru’s breath began to pant out of his chest
swiftly, and one hand clutched at the tunic over his breast, as though he were
trying to contain his leaping heart. A sexy, dangerous smile spread over
Nakajima’s lips.
“So you decided to take me up on my offer?” he said at last as he approached
Saionji. The Queen struggled to speak, but he couldn’t seem to get enough
breath into his lungs. He could only nod, staring mesmerized into the sapphire
orbs that seemed to be trying to pull his soul out of his body. Nakajima
stopped in front of him, putting out a long fingered hand to catch Saionji's
chin in a gentle but firm grip. The programmer lowered his head until his lips
were skating dangerously close to Saionji’s. The Queen tilted his head a bit,
offering his mouth instinctively to Nakajima. “Good,” Hide breathed, just
before he took the lovely man's mouth in a deep, hard kiss.
A/N: Here you go, Kuro :)
***** Chapter 3 *****
Chapter Summary
     Hot n sexy lovin', just for you, Kuro!
Saionji moaned into the mouth devouring his. Nakajima’s hard hands settled onto
his shoulders, drawing him farther into the room. Then the programmer closed
the door with one hand, locking it without pulling away from the Queen’s mouth.
One strong hand curled around the back of Saionji’s neck to hold him in place,
while the other one began to unfasten the front of the white tunic. His tongue
swept into Kaoru’s mouth, boldly caressing the Queen’s own tongue and curling
over the roof of his mouth as Nakajima drank in the soft cries he was drawing
from Saionji’s throat.
His dexterous fingers finished with the fastenings, and pushed the front of the
tunic open to bare the Queen’s pale, exquisite body. Then that hard hand
stroked down the satiny skin in devastating circles, making the Queen’s skin
and nerve endings come alive under Nakajima's touch. Long fingers skimmed near
the lovely man's waistband, before they slid up his chest to close over a rosy-
pink nipple, making it tighten into a hard nub under pinching, stroking
fingertips. Nakajima relished the choked cry that his new lover emitted at this
touch, and the programmer finally drew his head away so that they could both
breathe. He gave a last lick at kiss swollen lips as he lifted his head, and
Saionji opened dazed emerald eyes to stare into his own, the Queen's rosy mouth
opening as he panted wildly for breath.
So beautiful. And all his. Nakajima felt a swelling of masculine pride in
having reduced this lovely creature once again to this pliant, near-boneless
state just with his kisses and caresses. He took the Queen’s arm and led him
over to the couch, urging the out-of-it man to sit down. Languidly Saionji
stared up at him, and Nakajima felt a surge of desire. He moved between the
Queen’s legs, urging the other man to spread them. Nakajima bent over and let
his fingers skim near the waistband of the white trousers, watching Saionji all
the while. The Queen moaned in anticipation, and lifted his hips toward the
Vice President in a silent plea.
Deciding he’d teased the lovely man enough, Nakajima undid the fastenings at
the front of the trousers. He lifted one of his new lover’s legs and removed
the Queen's shoe and sock, tossing them away. Then he took off the other one
while Saionji watched him breathlessly. Nakajima put his hands on the cuffs of
the trousers and yanked them down off of Saionji’s long legs. The Queen lifted
his hips to help the programmer in this removal, nearly whimpering as the
trousers were removed altogether and dropped on the floor. He was left lying
against the couch back, wearing only his underwear and the unfastened tunic.
Nakajima bent over once again. His fingertips skimmed over the bulge in the
front of the Queen’s briefs, making the lovely man arch his hips into this
light touch and give a begging cry for more. Pre-cum stained the fabric as his
lover used a thumb to run over the confined head. Then Nakajima closed his hand
over the bulge, rubbing at it with more force. Saionji cried out, his fingers
digging into the fabric of the couch on either side of him. A rather cruel,
sexy smile slid over Nakajima’s mouth as he tortured the Queen until the other
man was mindless and pleading aloud: “Please, please!” Saionji cried
desperately, unable to take much more.
Strong fingers closed over the elastic band of the briefs and finally pulled
them away, making the Queen sob with relief. His cock sprang free into the open
air, flushed a dark-rose color and leaking pre-cum heavily. Nakajima discarded
the briefs as he had the trousers, returning once more to stand between the
Queens’s spread legs. He gazed down at his heavily aroused lover. “What do you
want?” he asked Saionji calmly.
The Queen stared up at him in disbelief. Nakajima stood still between his legs,
making no move to touch him. “W-What?” Saionji asked, barely able to speak.
“Tell me what you want” Nakajima repeated, still making no move to touch him.
Helplessly Saionji shook his head, a blush rising in his fair cheeks. He was
too embarrassed to say aloud what he wanted his new lover to do to him. The
sapphire-eyed man shrugged, preparing to step back away from the Queen.
“Please!” Saionji nearly wailed, not wanting Nakajima to leave. He was
desperate for some kind of relief; he needed it so badly…
“Tell me” Nakajima said implacably, crossing his arms over his chest. Saionji
bared his teeth a little, hating this man with his whole being right at this
moment.
“I…” he struggled to speak, to ask for the shameful things that he wanted so
much. “I want you to…take me” he said, bowing his head as a deep red blush
spread over his cheeks.
“Take you where?” Nakajima asked heartlessly, lifting a dark eyebrow. Saionji’s
head whipped up, and he stared at the tall man incredulously. The computer
programmer merely smiled back at him, the cruel mouth quirked up at the edges
as he enjoyed torturing the Queen.
Saionji wanted to cry. He was beyond desperate, but he just wasn’t sure that he
could say what he knew Nakajima wanted him to say. The sapphire-eyed man
lowered one hand to lightly touch the Queen's long thigh. This touch, so close
to where he wanted it but so far away, only made it worse. The programmer's
fingertips stroked the pale skin, but he made no other move to touch the Queen.
Saionji’s cock twitched, throbbing so heavily that it hurt. He whimpered, but
Nakajima was unmoved.
“Tell me” he said once more, his voice like iron.
“Ahh” Saionji twisted under his lightly caressing fingers. “I-I want you to…t-
to FUCK ME!” he screamed, somehow getting the words out. He collapsed, panting,
his face bright red with shame.
Nakajima nodded. “Your wish is my command, Highness” he said in a low, deep
voice that made a bolt of lust run through the Queen’s entire body. He quivered
as Nakajima reached up to slowly remove his tie. He pulled it away from his
neck, then leaned forward. Before Saionji could realize what was happening, his
arms were pulled up over his head and the tie was knotted around his wrists. He
made a sound of protest, but Nakajima ignored him. He lowered the Queen’s bound
hands, stepping back to remove the rest of his uniform.
Saionji wanted to tell the cretinous bastard undressing in front of him to
release his hands so that he could leave. The Queen wanted to walk out of the
room with his head high, giving the wretch the cold shoulder. But his body was
overriding his brain, especially as the clothing fell away from the tall, tall
muscular body of the man in front of him. He gasped as he feasted his eyes on
Nakajima’s body, especially the cock rising in a curve from the blue-black hair
at his groin. Saionji fastened his eyes on it as Nakajima stepped between his
legs yet again.
The sapphire eyes gleamed hotly as they saw where his lover’s gaze was focused.
He descended on the Queen, and Saionji cried out as that hard body pressed over
his own. His cries were muffled as Nakajima kissed him again, even as the
programmer rubbed his bare skin against Saionji’s. He ground his cock against
the Queen’s, and Saionji arched his body into Nakajima’s helplessly. He tangled
his tongue with his lover’s, and they ate at each other savagely.
Nakajima abandoned Saionji's mouth at last, sliding his tongue along the
Queen’s delicate jaw line instead. He nipped at the lovely man's jaw with sharp
teeth, then tilted his head a little to close his mouth over the Queen’s
earlobe and suckle it. Saionji moaned, wishing that his hands were free so that
he could reciprocate these caresses. But something about being bound like this
made him feel both helpless and somehow free. He was free to feel, to enjoy the
things that Nakajima did to him, without worrying about pleasing his lover. He
pleased the other man by the small sounds he made, by the way he became flushed
and languid at the Vice President's touches, by the involuntary archings and
twistings of his lovely body.
The programmer licked his way down the long, elegant white neck that tilted
under the touch of his tongue to give him better access. Nakajima bit at the
soft skin, marking it with small love bites. Then he ran his tongue along a
collarbone, tracing it with delicate precision. Saionji whimpered when he slid
down even further and closed his hard mouth over a nipple, sucking at it with
soft intensity until the Queen felt as though his brain were going to explode.
Then he bit at the hardened nub, rolling it around in his mouth, drawing loud
cries from Saionji. The Queen arched his back at the sensation, offering
himself even more fully to that talented mouth.
Nakajima moved over to attend to the other nipple, as the fingers of one of his
hands closing over the first one. He pinched at it just enough to cause a burst
of pleasurable pain within his lover. This duel sensation made Saionji nearly
wail, his head going back. Nakajima smiled against his beautiful lover's skin
as he bent his black head and headed south, his tongue leaving a wet trail down
jumping stomach muscles as he slid backward between the Queen’s legs. Saionji's
hips lunged upward, offering himself to that clever tongue. Pleading, gasping
whimpers fell from his lips as Nakajima skirted the soft thatch of brown pubic
hair, stopping to suckle at a hip bone.
When Nakajima began to kiss his way down a long thigh, the Queen cried out. He
could take no more of this. If Nakajima didn’t touch him soon, he was going to
die. “I beg you!” he nearly sobbed, pushing his hips up frantically. “Onegai!”
The programmer was cruel, but not heartless. He gave in to this heart-felt,
desperate plea, moving his head to engulf Saionji’s cock in his mouth. Sobbing
cries huffed out of the Queen’s throat as that warm, moist space took him in
and began to suck. “Yes!” he gasped, feeling the muscles coil in his stomach as
Nakajima brought him closer and closer to orgasm. He screamed his relieved
pleasure into the still air of the student council room as he shot into the
welcoming mouth that enclosed him so wonderfully.
He fell back on the couch, panting wildly in the aftermath of that surge of
pleasure. The Queen stared near sightlessly with half-lidded eyes at the man
still kneeling between his legs. Saionji could have lain there all day, just
enjoying the afterglow, but Nakajima’s hard hands grasped his thighs and pushed
his legs up to his chest. The Queen started to make a sound of complaint, for
the feel of hands sliding over his sensitized skin was almost painful, but just
at that moment Nakajima bent his head and trailed his tongue over the twitching
ring of muscle between the lovely man's ass cheeks.
Saionji wailed in a combination of surprised pleasure and almost pain.
Ruthlessly Nakajima licked at that most sensitive part of him, the programmer's
tongue fluttering over the puckered ring until the Queen was sure that he was
going to die. He would have begged Nakajima to stop (or to go at it harder),
but he could barely breathe. Saionji gasped and panted, unable to speak.
Sensing what he wanted, his lover lapped one last time at the wrinkled skin and
then stiffened his tongue and bore into the Queen's body with it. He moved his
head back and forth as Nakajima fucked his lover with his tongue, and then
moved it in a corkscrew motion within that tight body. Somehow the Queen found
the breath to scream, indicating the involuntary return of his erection as the
mind-blowing pleasure went on and on.
When Nakajima finally withdrew his tongue, the Queen collapsed bonelessly
against the back of the couch. He could barely move, and a low moan drifted
from his throat. The Vice President rose gracefully to his feet and left his
lover sprawled out on the couch, walking over to retrieve the bottle of hand
lotion that he kept in a desk drawer. His hands became chapped easily if he
typed for too long a time. Nakajima carried the bottle back to the couch, his
eyes alight with a dark sapphire flame at the sight of Saionji still lying
unmoving. With his bound hands resting above his head, and his fair skin
stained with color, the Queen was the epitome of sex and beauty. He couldn’t
wait to get inside of that lovely body, to plow into the tight confines of that
ass that now belonged to him.
He knelt between the Queen’s limp legs once more, pushing them up enough so
that he could work a lotion moistened finger into the tight passage into that
fair body. Saionji moaned softly, but did not move as that long finger worked
further and further into him. Nakajima twisted his finger, stroking at his
lover’s inner walls with the tip of it. Already loosened by his orgasm and the
tongue bath he’d received, Saionji easily took in yet another finger. Nakajima
sawed them inside of him sharply, making the lovely man groan above his head.
Quickly the programmer added a third finger, starting to feel impatient and
rather desperate himself. He wanted to, no – NEEDED to get inside of Saionji
soon. He scissored the fingers, finishing prepping his lover before he pulled
his fingers out quickly.
Swiftly Nakajima coated his cock with the hand lotion, grimacing a little at
the feel of his own hand on himself. He knelt up between the Queen’s legs,
taking them in his hands and lifting the lovely man's hips. The programmer
positioned himself at Saionji's entrance, gritting his teeth a bit as he began
to push into the tight body under him. The Queen gasped at the feel of
Nakajima’s cock sliding home within him, his back bowing. Emerald eyes flew
open, and he stared in a glazed-eyed fashion up at the man half-standing
between his spread legs. Nakajima’s hard hands curled under Saionji's thighs,
holding him in place. Blazing sapphire eyes looked down at him, as Nakajima
waited patiently for Saionji to adjust to the feel of the man buried inside of
him.
Movement. He wanted movement. More, he wanted Nakajima to annihilate him with
his cock. The Queen found enough strength to lift his hips, relishing the soft
groan that Nakajima emitted when he did this. Baring his teeth ferally, the
computer programmer pulled back and thrust into the other man hard. Cry after
cry fell from Saionji’s lips as his lover began to move in him with long, slow
strokes. Nails dug into the skin of the Queen's thighs as Nakajima’s hips began
to slap against the lovely man's ass with each of the programmer's powerful
thrusts. “Uhh! Uhh!” animal sounds were forced from the Queen’s throat as the
tip of that long cock began to strike his prostate on each inward thrust. So
good! It was so good! His whole body quivered and writhed, his neck arching
back against the couch as every muscle in his body seemed to tense
simultaneously.
Nakajima could feel his orgasm beginning to build in his body. He could see
that the Queen was also ready to come again, the lovely man's sweating body
jerking with each of his thrusts. The programmer bent over at the waist,
closing his mouth over his lover’s once again. Saionji’s erection rubbed
against his stomach as Nakajima swallowed the other man's loud cries. His hips
never stopped moving as he plunged into the soft body under him. Nakajima held
the Queen’s legs in the air as he went into his last movements, plowing wildly
into that yielding form. Saionji came, screaming into his mouth, semen spurting
out over both of their stomachs. Nakajima made a fierce growling noise into the
suddenly slack mouth, feeling his lover’s internal passage close like a fist
over him. He rammed into Saionji twice more before he came with a violent
shudder inside of that gorgeous tight body.
He half collapsed on top of the Queen’s limp body, his chest heaving as he
fought to get his breath back. Nakajima's sapphire eyes opened lazily to look
down at the Queen’s beet red face. His new lover's eyes were closed, and only
Saionji's frantic breathing said that he was still alive. The Queen was even
more lovely in the wake of his coming, his dark lashes lying against his
alabaster cheeks. The programmer lowered his head a bit to bury his nose in the
long, sweat-matted brown hair. The combined odors of sweat, sex, and the
Queen’s own musky personal scent drifted to his nose.
Nakajima felt strangely peaceful. Not just sated, but also calm and centered.
It was the same feeling he got when he was deep in the middle of his martial
arts katas. All of his boredom and restlessness seemed to have vanished without
a trace. The Queen opened his eyes slowly, and their gazes met. There was a
look of contentment deep in the emerald eyes. It was as though both of them had
found something that neither of them had been aware that they were looking for.
Saionji smiled at him softly, and Nakajima felt a peculiar sensation run
through his chest. He wasn’t sure what it was, but as he bent his head to
gently kiss the Queen’s open mouth, he decided not to think about it too much.
Some things just shouldn’t be analyzed closely.
***** Chapter 4 *****
“This is an interesting place,” The Queen relinquished his coat into Nakajima’s
hands, looking around the quiet, rather dim club. He felt a little strange,
because while he and Nakajima had been lovers for several weeks, this was their
first date. The computer programmer had asked him if he wanted to come to one
of his lover's favorite places with Nakajima, and Saionji had readily agreed.
He didn’t think that the other man even realized that he was technically asking
his lover out on a date.
The Queen’s lips curled in a small smile, as Nakajima led him to a table and
seated him. Really, considering how smart his lover was, the man could be
extremely dense about some things. Mostly things having to do with human
interactions. Nakajima was not a social creature, and he didn’t always know how
to deal with people. Saionji was beginning to find that rather cute about him.
Every time that the programmer said something that unintentionally insulted
someone, Kaoru was hard-pressed not to laugh. He was used to dealing with
people like Nakajima, as Omi had never been people-oriented, either. It was
Saionji who’d always dealt well with social occasions.
Nakajima slid into a chair next to him. “Do you want something to drink?” he
asked his lover quietly.
“Mineral water would be fine.” Saionji replied. At Nakajima’s raised eyebrow,
he smiled. “I don’t always drink very much.” he said. “I guess I’m not in the
mood for alcohol tonight.”
Nakajima accepted this statement with a shrug. He went up to the bar to order a
drink for himself, and a mineral water for Kaoru. The Queen remained at the
table, looking at the little stage at the back of the room. Nakajima hadn’t
told him what kind of club this was. Saionji suspected that he wanted it to be
a surprise. As he watched, four men with instruments came onto the stage and
sat down on chairs. One had a trumpet, another a saxophone, and a third carried
a bass. The fourth man sat down at a piano. The Queen was surprised when they
began to play a jazz tune. He blinked. Nakajima liked jazz music? He never
would have suspected it.
The programmer returned with two glasses in his hands. Saionji looked up at
him, liking the look of Nakajima in a nice jacket. with a silk shirt unbuttoned
at the throat. He looked relaxed and handsome, a far cry from his uptight image
as the Vice President of the Student Council. “What?” he asked, seeing the
Queen staring at him, as he sat down and handed his lover the mineral water.
Saionji shook his head. “It’s nothing. You just seem so…different, here,” he
paused consideringly. “I like this other you,” he decided.
Nakajima lifted a single black eyebrow. “This ‘other me’?” he asked in faint
puzzlement. “I’m not aware that I’m any different now than I ever have been.”
The Queen smiled. “Of course not,” he said. He startled Nakajima by patting his
hand. “You’re terribly cute,” he said, making his lover look rather revolted.
“ ’Cute’ is not a word I would associate with myself,” he said distastefully.
“If you say so,” Saionji looked at the stage, listening to the music. “I like
it here,” he said. “I would never have thought that you would listen to jazz,
Nakajima-san. I’m pleasantly surprised.”
“I’m glad you like it,” Nakajima did sound genuinely happy, and Saionji shot
him a surreptitious look. There was a pleased expression on the normally rather
cold face of the handsome man, and the Queen realized that Nakajima had been
nervous about how his lover would react to being brought to one of his favorite
places. This realization made Saionji’s heart turn to mush. Honestly, the man
was just too cute for words! Not that he’d say that aloud. As Nakajima had just
demonstrated, he loathed being called ‘cute’. Even though he was.
“I really like it,” was all he said aloud. “Thank you for bringing me here,
Nakajima-san.”
“You’re welcome,” there was a pause. “Don’t you think that you should call me
Hide?” he said after a moment.
Saionji started. His emerald eyes widened a bit, as he met the softened
sapphire gaze of the man sitting next to him. “Hide,” he said softly, making
Nakajima’s guts contract. Having his lover use the contraction of his second
name, and say it in such a tone of voice, made him have to suppress the sudden
urge to kiss the lips that had spoken his name, right here in the middle of the
club.
 
“That’s better,” he said, and the Queen smiled.
 
“I’ll only use it if you call me Kaoru, instead of Your Highness,” he said
firmly.
“Kaoru,” hearing that rather deep voice say his name had a similar affect on
Saionji. He shivered a bit as he became lost in that sapphire gaze once again.
Impulsively he put out his hand and covered Nakajima’s with his own, earning
him a startled look. But the other man made no move to remove his hand, instead
curling his own fingers with the Queen’s. They sat that way, listening to the
music, and both of them felt the same peaceful calm that always seemed to
descend on them every time they made love.
 
 
Niwa was hard-pressed not to laugh gleefully. He sat on the couch in the
Student Council Room, and stared at his friend’s bent black head. The Gods
loved him, that was all there was to it. Otherwise, they would never have sent
him such a perfect gift. The sight of Nakajima in love was the most astonishing
thing that the King had ever seen. He would never have believed that it was
possible before this. It was like discovering a centaur in your backyard. You’d
always thought them to be mythical, so it was a pretty hard thing to wrap your
mind around.
Of course, he knew that Hide wasn’t aware of his condition. Any more than the
King had been about Iwai, until Nakajima had unwittingly pointed it out to him.
The other man simply wasn’t aware of the changes in his behavior, nor about the
way he acted when he was around his lover. Niwa supposed that he could point
these things out to Hide, but it was much more amusing and delightful just to
watch his friend in the throes of unconscious love. If the King said anything
about it, he’d lose his greatest form of entertainment. So he kept his mouth
shut, and just enjoyed the show.
'Ah, speak of the devil,' he thought as there was a light knock at the frame of
the open door. Saionji stood in the portal, his emerald eyes fixed on the man
who was turning away from his computer to greet the Queen. Niwa avidly watched
as the sapphire eyes softened behind Nakajima's lenses at the sight of the
other man, and a very small smile slid over Hide's well-shaped mouth. The Queen
smiled in return, a gentle smile that practically radiated love. The King
fought the urge to whistle, as he watched Hide get up from his computer and go
over to talk to Saionji.
Iwai had softly lectured him on taking so much pleasure over his friend’s
downfall, but Niwa had only laughed as he’d slung an arm around his lover’s
waist. “Oh, come on, Iwai, love,” he’d protested. “You have to admit that it’s
great. And at least I’m not out-and-out teasing Hide about it.”
Iwai had had to admit that that was true. He felt that this was a good thing,
since he liked Niwa alive and breathing, and teasing Nakajima about his love
life was akin to poking a tiger with a stick to see what would happen. But he
feared that the sharp-eyed computer programmer would notice his friend’s
amusement, and get out of him what he thought was so funny, and that would be
almost as bad. Niwa wasn’t exactly subtle.
Niwa knew that he was playing with fire, but what delighted him the most was
the fact that his normally laser-eyed friend was so caught up in his lover that
he DIDN’T notice his best friend’s not-so-well-hidden amusement at his expense.
It made the King want to howl and do a victory dance. Instead, he put up a hand
to cover his mouth and hide his grin from the two men in the doorway. His grey
eyes twinkled over the top of his hand, as he watched the billing and cooing
going on.
Not that everyone would think much of the romantic exchange. Nakajima kept his
voice low as he spoke to Saionji, and his face didn’t show much emotion. Only
someone as used to reading him as the King could see the subtle differences.
And he rested his hand on the Queen’s elbow lightly, claiming his lover in a
gesture that screamed possessiveness. Saionji turned his head up to Nakajima,
aligning his body to the other man’s. The two were drawn together like a magnet
and steel.
Nakajima finished his conversation with his lover. The Queen rested his eyes
briefly on Niwa, greeting him rather coolly. Saionji didn’t exactly dislike
him, but he didn’t always care for Niwa’s habit of glomping on people.
Especially him. Niwa could remember with a wince the times that Saionji had
twisted his fingers, just because he’d thrown his arms over the Queen’s
shoulders in a boisterous hug. Saionji didn’t seem to realize that he just
liked to touch people, that it wasn’t anything personal.
Royalty acknowledged one another, as the King returned Saionji’s greeting with
much more enthusiasm. He grinned as the Queen took himself off gracefully, and
he watched Nakajima’s eyes linger on the white-clad figure as the lovely man
walked away. A smirk stretched Niwa’s lips, and he looked away hurriedly lest
Hide turn around and catch him with that expression on his face. “What was that
about?” he asked casually.
Nakajima answered him coolly as he returned to his computer. “He came to tell
me that he’s scheduled an hour at the bathhouse for us,” he said calmly, as he
sat down in his chair.
“That’s right. It’s your two-month anniversary, isn’t it?” mused Niwa in
delight.
“Hardly. We only became lovers six weeks ago.”
“Ohh? I could swear the definition of lovers is two people who have sex
together,” Niwa gave him a sideways glance out of narrowed eyes. “What would
you call that incident in the bathhouse?”
He was amazed to see a slight stain of color rise in his friend’s pale cheeks.
He’d gotten out of Hide about the incident that had technically been the start
of he and Saionji’s relationship, and had amused himself ever since by teasing
his friend about it. Even he wouldn’t do something as bold as giving the Queen
a blow job practically out in public! He had a new respect for his friend, much
to Nakajima’s annoyance. The programmer was slightly embarrassed about that
whole incident now.
“I suppose you might call it a tactical foray,” Niwa continued, grinning like a
maniac.
Nakajima gave him a look that should have incinerated him on the spot. “Don’t
you have anything better to do?” he asked the King coldly.
Niwa folded his hands behind his neck. “Not really,” he said happily.
“Why don’t you go spend time with your sappy artist?” Hide suggested, turning a
cold shoulder to his insouciant friend.
“ I would, but he’s neck-deep in his latest painting. I hate to interrupt him
when genius is burning,” the King replied.
Nakajima sighed. He reached up to rub at his temple, obviously feeling the
beginnings of a headache. Niwa decided that he’d pushed his friend enough for
one day, and decided to back off. He began to prattle on about the latest
gossip around the Academy instead, for once making Nakajima feel relief instead
of annoyance. He was still somewhat sensitive about his relationship with
Saionji. Having a lover was still a new and strange experience for him.
Sometimes when he woke up in the morning, and saw the long, soft, brown hair
spread out over his chest, he felt a peculiar sensation deep within himself,
that he still had no frame of reference for. Nakajima had no name for this
sensation, but he found that he liked it immensely.
He realized that he was smiling to himself, as he gazed rather blankly at his
computer screen. Nakajima tried to pull himself together, to concentrate on his
work. That was all it was now; he made no moves against the Treasury Dog
anymore. They had come to a tentative truce, both trying to get along as best
as they could for the sake of the man who was best friend to one and lover to
the other. Neither wanted to upset Saionji or make him choose between them. The
Queen was grateful for this consideration on the part of both of the most
important men in his life, and showed that gratitude often. Nakajima, at least,
thoroughly enjoyed some of the forms that that gratitude took.
The programmer's mind kept wandering to thoughts of tonight. Anticipation
swirled through him. This would be the first time that he and his lover would
be together in the hot bath since the infamous blow job. Nakajima wondered how
much further he’d be able to talk the Queen into going. It never took much to
get Kaoru to drop his inhibitions, and often all he had to do to reduce Saionji
to mindlessness were a few caresses, or a deep, long kiss. He liked that
responsiveness in his lover. There were so many things that he was coming to
like about Kaoru…
Nakajima liked Saionji's grace and his exquisite manners. He liked the Queen's
gentle kindness, and his love of and appreciation of beauty. The programmer
liked the core of steel that resided deep within the soft-seeming man, and he
liked the lovely creature's deep sense of loyalty and caring. Nakajima liked
the way those emerald eyes looked at him, full of strong emotions. They drew
him in every time, until he felt like he was drowning in the rich emerald
pools. He liked the way Saionji would curl up around him after sex, fitting his
body to Hide’s naturally. It was as though they were two puzzle pieces that fit
together perfectly.
The Student Council Vice President frowned at himself when he realized where
his thoughts were going. More and more often, Nakajima found his thoughts
drifting off, losing focus and sharpness. What was happening to him? His
fingers unconsciously stroked the wood of the desk, as his brows drew together.
Being with the Queen was having a strange effect on him. But the programmer
couldn’t regret it, even if he was somewhat disturbed by his own peculiar
behavior. Having a lover was…good.
“I’m gonna go and take Iwai his lunch,” Niwa remarked, seeing that Nakajima
wasn’t really paying attention to what he was saying. He got up as his friend
turned his head a bit to blink at the King as though he’d forgotten that the
other man was in the room. Niwa chuckled. “Gotta feed my beautiful sweetheart,”
he said as he strode toward the door.
“Tet-chan,” Nakajima’s voice stopped him at the door. There was a strange note
in it.
 
The King turned back around. “Yeah, Hide?” he asked, looking keenly at his
friend’s face.
“Do I…” he seemed almost uncertain of what to say. “Do I seem…different to you,
Tet-chan?”
Niwa’s brows rose. But he saw the serious look on Nakajima’s face, and decided
to answer his friend truthfully. “Yeah, you do, Hide,” he sad with a careless
shrug. “But being in love can do that to a man.”
Nakajima froze. “What?” he said as though he couldn’t quite believe his ears.
Niwa smiled tenderly at his confused friend. “To paraphrase a friend of mine
‘It’s obvious that you’re head-over-heels for the lovely creature,’ ” he said.
“Don’t look so scared, Hide. It’s the best thing that ever happened to me.
It’ll be the same for you, you’ll see,” and he took himself off without further
ado, leaving Nakajima sitting in his chair, staring at nothing.
 
Saionji looked over at his lover’s face. Nakajima was sitting with his arms
stretched out over the sides of the tub, and there was a strange expression on
his handsome face. That look worried the Queen. He’d never seen it before. Was
there something the matter? He decided to take the initiative, wading through
the hot water until he was standing in front of his lover. “Hide,” he said.
Nakajima raised his sapphire eyes. Saionji wondered about the emotion he saw in
their depths. “Is there something the matter, Hide?”
The Vice President sighed. He reached up and pulled a slightly surprised Kaoru
onto his lap, burying his face in the Queen’s neck.
 
Saionji draped his arms over his lover’s shoulders. He heard Nakajima speak
softly: “Are you happy, Kaoru?” he asked.
The Queen peered down at his lover’s bent black head. “Of course I am,” he said
truthfully. “What is this about, Hide?”
He felt Nakajima’s breath ghost over his neck in a soft sigh. “I have come to a
realization,” he said.
“About what?” Saionji asked curiously. He was beginning to wonder about his
lover’s odd behavior.
Silence. Just when Saionji thought that Nakajima wasn’t going to say anything
else, he heard his lover speak, on a mere breath of sound. What he said made
the Queen’s heart begin to do leaps in his chest, and drew a gasp from his
mouth. “I believe that I…love you,” Nakajima said simply.
Saionji found that he was trembling faintly. Nakajima couldn’t have said what
the Queen just thought he had. Had he? “You love me?” he repeated
incredulously, unable to wrap his mind around the concept.
The black head nodded very slightly, although Nakajima didn’t look up at him.
Saionji could feel moisture on his cheeks, and not from the steam in the bath,
either. “Oh, Hide,” he breathed, laying his cheek against the top of that black
head. “I’m so glad”.
“Is that all you’ve got to say?” Nakajima demanded, finally raising his head to
give his lover a faintly annoyed look. This was so much like his usual behavior
that the Queen laughed softly in delight.
“What else would I have to say?” he teased impishly.
Nakajima looked like he were contemplating dumping Saionji off of his lap. He
frowned awfully up at the lovely man, and the Queen could stand it no more. He
bent and kissed his lover’s hard mouth tenderly. “Of course I love you in
return,” he said against Nakajima’s lips. “I can’t help myself – you’re
irresistible, like force of nature.”
Nakajima’s sapphire eyes softened, as he put his hands around Saionji’s waist.
“A force of nature, am I?” he said in that deep, sultry tone of voice that
always turned the Queen into a quivering mass of jelly. “Well, then, I think
it’s time for you to ride the hurricane.” And he pulled his lover down into a
fierce, devouring kiss.
 
The End
 
A/N: Finishing this up just for you, Kuro. Hey, if you didn't see the comment i
left on Twist Serve, I'm willing to start putting up my AU POTG stories, and
i'm going to let you, my number 1 fan, pick which one you want up first. A
Knight of Love, Mind Games, or Kiss of Death. Let me know and I'll put up the
first chapter today. -DL
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