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Summary: Shinobu's high school academy decides to host a prom. Too bad Shinobu can't take his boyfriend, or can he? Warning/Enticement: Seme Shinobu in later chapters.
Prom Night : Forever Memories
Chapter One: Problems
Shinobu stood looking at himself in the mirror.
I can't believe I'm doing this.This is so fucking stupid. Damn Miyagi for talking me into this!
Beholding his tuxedoed reflection, Shinobu shook his honey-blond head. Gray eyes filled with displeasure flashed back at him.
The international academy he had been attending for the last year had a high contingent of American students and each year, as a means of appeasing this group's teenage sensibilities, towards the end of the spring term, the school hosted a Prom.
Shinobu had not ever planned on going.
He should have never said anything about the asinine event but when he, of all people, had been asked to be part of the planning committee, he'd made the mistake of complaining about it to Miyagi, one night at dinner.
"What a bloody waste of time," Shinobu exclaimed, waving his chopsticks for emphasis. "The theme is so imbecilic too, 'Forever Memories,' or some such crap!
"When it comes to high school, forever and memories are not words I care to associate with this interminable experience."
Miyagi gazed mildly at his young lover and then smiled down into his bowl. He wished his brat wasn't in such a damn hurry to grow up.
"I think you should do it."
Shinobu stared at Miyagi like he was crazy.
"What are you talking about? Why would I want to? It's not like I can take you as my date, Miyagi. So what's the point?"
"The point, Shinobu, is that you're young and this is high school. You should take advantage of this time.
I wouldn't mind if you went with one of your classmates.
"Besides, think of it as a cultural experiment, you could research American high school customs… It could be interesting."
Miyagi pointedly ignored the blistering gaze shot at him from across the table.
Shinobu's tone, while not loud, was beyond indignant."What kind of lover are you? Who in the hell tells his boyfriend to go out with someone else to his prom?"
Miyagi got up, heading into the kitchen to put his dishes in the sink.
"I think, Shinobu, that you know what kind of lover I am.
"And as for who tells his amour to go out with someone else to his prom?
"Well, someone who trusts you and doesn't want his fated significant, at thirty, sitting around thinking about wasted youth and missed opportunities because you were saddled with an old man."
When Miyagi turned back around, he immediately recognized the familiar hunch of Shinobu's frame.
Walking over quietly behind Shinobu, he and wrapped his long arms around stiff shoulders.
Even after just a year together, he was still amazed by how quickly his boy was maturing Shinobu's emotional outbursts had become less frequent and much less loud. Even so, he still felt things so strongly.
"Shu," Miyagi whispered into a burning ear.
Shinobu remained still and silent in the embrace, but Miyagi felt a hot tear drop onto his forearm.
"It's just so unfair we can't go together."
"Hush, brat, I know." Miyagi offered this phrase of comfort and as soon as he uttered the words he felt other tears rapidly follow the first. He was incredibly glad he was behind Shinobu because he was holding back a few of his own: the longing he'd heard is his young lover's voice broke his heart.
So here Shinobu was now, reluctantly tuxedo-clad and heading out to his prom.
He appraised himself once more and then snorted in disgust.
I can't believe I am going to this disastrous affair at the urging of my own lover.
His academy was very progressive because of the mix of its pupils and there were a number of queer students in the school that were going together as same sex couples. There were also any number of boys who would have gladly gone with Shinobu, but he just couldn't imagine doing this, whether Miyagi had given his consent or not.
So, of all things, tonight he was going to the prom with a girl. Her name was Eva and she was from Berlin. They had become fast friends earlier in the semester.
Eva was in Japan with her father, who was there on business. Like Shinobu, she also had a forbidden lover she was devoted to, a willowy brunette name Amalie.
Amalie was waiting for Eva back in Berlin. Eva's father had brought her to Japan specifically trying to break the two girls up.
"I thought Berlin was a very progressive city." Shinobu commented when Eva first confided her story.
"Berlin yes. Well, West Berlin anyway." Eva sighed in her strange accent, "My father, no,"
She offered him a drag on the slim cigarillo she was illegally smoking on the school grounds.
Shinobu politely declined and then revealed his own situation, remaining protectively vague, simply offering he too had a tabooed relationship with an older male who was at "M" University.
"A college boy," Eva chuckled as she looked Shinobu over with a keen eye. "Yeah, I can see that. You're too smart for these high school boys." She winked as she said this.
Tall and blonde with gorgeous porcelain skin and pale, ice blue eyes, Eva was really quite stunning, not that Shinobu paid this much mind. Nor did he care that together they made a striking pair.
Instead they had agreed to join forces for the occasion because they were both trying to appease a loved, but difficult, elder they not so secretly disagreed with. They were also going together so that they each would have an audience for their ridicule of the event while they were there
At least being with Eva should help break up the idiocy of the evening.
Scowling, Shinobu tried for the umpteenth time to fix his tie and then finally gave up.
"Miyagi," he called petulantly as he walked out into the apartment's main room.
Miyagi was slouched comfortably on the couch reviewing thesis drafts. He was clad in a pair of his long pajama bottoms; feet bare inside the slippers he wore. He still had on his white dress shirt, but it was open revealing a bleached wife-beater tee underneath. Seeing Miyagi, sitting there looking so sexy, Shinobu cursed again that he'd ever agreed to go.
The glossy black head looked up.
Miyagi had been chewing on a cheap disposable chopstick that had come with some takeout they'd ordered earlier in the week. Shinobu thought this habit was almost as revolting as the smoking, but he had to honor the fact Miyagi really was trying to quit.
The chopstick teetered on the brink of Miyagi's bottom lip and then dropped to the floor unable to maintain its balance in his open mouth. Blue eyes blinked as if dazed and then sparked to life suddenly.
Shinobu blushed a bit despite himself, watching the combustion of appreciation and desire ignite Miyagi's gaze.
"I need help with my tie."
It pleased him that he was able to keep his voice neutral, free from demanding or the whining tones that had been his trademark for much of his life. He was cultivating this false aplomb after watching Miyagi so intimately for months.
There had been a terrible scandal earlier that year at the University. A respected member of the science faulty (Biology, ironically enough) had been caught having an affair with the daughter of the University's vice president. Though she was older than Shinobu, the relationship had apparently started when she was only fourteen.
The professor had been arrested and the girl's family, despite her protestations, was pressing criminal charges for corruption of a minor.
The man, the girl, and the University had been disgraced. The professor's position was immediately terminated; the girl sent away to live with relatives in a distant prefecture. The campus had been flooded with press for months.
Shinobu had watched Miyagi weather this incident, with a patient stoicism, waiting to see if the ripples caused by the fiasco would lap over into his part of the pond.
Though he had seemed unaffected by all of it to everyone else, those who knew Miyagi closely could tell he heavliy felt the weight of these events. Shinobu had watched with concern as his lover had smoked much more and eaten much less, growing at one point quite thin.
This lasted until, as with all things salacious, the next bomb was dropped elsewhere and the lawyers and press, flocked like carrion birds to the newest killing field. Then the Miyagi of old gradually re-emerged, though he was subtly less luminous.
Shinobu had felt terribly convicted during this time, remembering all their office trysts, episodes instigated by him.
Miyagi had often rebuffed him quite vehemently, they'd had many arguments about him not respecting the sanctity of the workplace, and yet, he'd continued to persist and Miyagi to cave.
Addicted to the illicit thrill of it, the possibility of being caught; the passive/aggressive way it said, "fuck you!" to his father and all he stood for, Shinobu had never really considered the true danger of his actions or what the cost might be to his beloved professor until this other drama had unfolded.
It was only then that he'd realized the selfishness of his actions and vowed to reform.
He finally understood Miyagi's caution was not necessarily out of cowardice, but rather the desire for them to be able to continue as they had, at least, until he was old enough to be recognized without bringing any greater danger to their "unconventional" relationship.
As Shinobu was lost in these thoughts, Miyagi looked at the young man standing before him. He found himself more and more in awe each day of the magnificent creature emerging gradually from the cocoon of youth.
As Shinobu took a few more steps towards him, he was very conscious of how well his boy filled out the formal suit he was wearing. It highlighted Shinobu's slightly broader shoulders and trim waist.
Shinobu had experienced an unusual spurt during the last year, growing a bit more. As Miyagi watched him move, he was both pleased and pained to see that, despite this new length, over the months someone had gradually replaced his gangling colt with something more aristocratically feline.
Rising from his spot on the couch, Miyagi moved over . He stood behind Shinobu, finding it slightly more difficult to peer over his boy's shoulder than the last time he'd assisted in this ritual.
"How many times have I taught you this, Shinobu? Seriously I think you do this on purpose." Miyagi's tone was teasing as he reached strong arms around.
"Can you blame me?"
Leaning back, Shinobu could suddenly feel the press of Miyagi's stiffening cock and was pleased that he'd unknowingly had such an effect on his elder. He reached behind him and his hand grazed Miyagi's crotch.
"Don't, Shu," Miyagi warned. "You have to go in a minute, the car will be here."
"I don't want to go. Why can't I just stay here with you?" The plaintive notes that Shinobu had worked so hard to exorcise from his voice crept back in to haunt him.
Finished with the tie, Miyagi returned to the couch and sat back down gently, mindful of his arousal.
"Shinobu, what do we do every Friday night?"
"We eat, we argue, we fuck…"
"Or make love," Miyagi interjected.
Shinobu blushed at this; somehow he found this difference in designation more embarrassing than the other.
"We watch a movie and we go to bed. Not necessarily in that order."
"Yes." Miyagi smiled. "That is what we do and what we will probably continue to do for the next few years until you fully qualify as an adult.
"And if we're lucky, hopefully what we will continue to for years beyond that.
"But not tonight… tonight, go be young and live a little. Be stupid, but not too stupid and drink a bit, but not too much."
Miyagi picked up his stack of papers and Shinobu knew instantly by his lover's expression as soon as he started reading, Miyagi was lost to him.
"I'll be home by 10:30."
Shinobu desperately wanted to kiss Miyagi before he left, but his pride would not allow it. Instead as he headed for the front door. Miyagi called over his shoulder from the couch.
"Please, Shu-chin, try and be a respectable teen for once, don't come home until after midnight."
"I hate you, Old Man," Shinobu grumbled as he walked out.
"I find you impossible too, You Damned Brat." Miyagi sighed, rattling his papers.
Such were their declarations of love.
God how I love this couple.
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