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"You have that cocktail party, tonight" Shinobu reminded me. "I chose your clothing and I put it on your bed".
"And when exactly, Your Grace, did I say that I needed you to tell me how to dress?"
"Your style practically screams for help."
The annual party organized by the dean, a real pain in the ass but ... being a subordinate, I was obliged to go. If he were the owner of a circus, I would be one of the trained little monkeys with a yellow collar around my neck.
"I can't go," I said
"Yesterday, you told me you had to"
"Are you sure it's tonight?" I looked at my watch, worried about the time.
"You said at nine o'clock" he replied with a very un-Shinobu patient tone of voice, "You told me you had to go"
"Yes Shu, you've already said this ... All the important players will be there to lick your father's ass"
"What do you want me to say? You told me you had to go."
"What the fuck Shinobu? Did your record jam?"
He didn't reply to this, he just presented me with one of his best glares.
"Will you be fine?"
"Mm" just this sound came out from his sweet mouth, because if I must be honest ... in my opinion "Mm" is not a word (and as this statement passed inside my head I couldn't help but think that, for some reason, I was starting to think like an old man)... but the adorable little blush that adorned his baby-like face was more eloquent than a thousand words.
"Ok then ... see you later"
"Will you come home late or will you be back soon?"
"Soon"
"If you really will come soon, you could have a great occasion" he said
"Ah, what kind of occasion?"
"You'll find out"
"Seems interesting"
"Oh, yes, it is"
"How do you know?"
"I know" Shinobu said.
"How?" I prodded him
"I know I'm worthy, they keep telling me"
"Is there someone in particular?" I asked
"Yeah ... a weirdo ... a professor"
"And, is this guy any good?"
"... the game is nice if it doesn't last too much old man ... go to hell now."
"You can't say this kind of thing to such a charming man!"
"Yeah ... the fine charm of decomposition"
"Fuck Shu, that was harsh!" I smiled at him and kissed him sweetly, but I could already feel that Shinobu's smell was having effect on me so I didn't linger too much ... our previous conversation had already caused a nice pulsing itch in my cock. I went to my room to get dressed.
When I came back, Shinobu and his pout were still in the same position. I opened the door and closed it behind my back, but not before my ears caught a light "take care" from my brat.
A minute later I was taking off my coat and laying it down gently on my office's couch (yes, Kamijou, the office is MINE). The party was in the gymnasium so, after closing the door of my sanctuary, I set out for the predetermined place. I will admit now, since no one else except myself can hear me, that Shinobu's tastes are objectively better than mine. My suit is black and the electric blue shirt the terrorist chose, matches it perfectly; to complete the look he chose a silver tie (I thought that I would look like a Christmas tree, but I was wrong ... damn that brat and his endless capabilities).
I saw a wild auburn head and immediately catapulted myself in that direction."Nice party, Kamijou?"
"If a bunch of old professors with their wives, that talk just to give oxygen to their mouths, that drink cheap wine and that sit on horrible couches, that by the way I hope they didn't take from our office, because their arthritis can't allow them to even stand properly CAN create a nice party ... then yes, it's a pretty nice party professor"
"Good ... and no my dear Kamijou, the couch is still in MY office"
Everybody was talking loudly, enlivening the party with the big, conspirator appetite for life's possibilities. There are two types of people at a party. The smiling gentlemen that look idly around the room sipping wine and the ones who stand aside ... observing (I'm the second type) ... I'm still the kid that spent hours of his life watching the ocean in the icy winter mornings. I decided to sit in one of the empty couches. I lifted my head, caressing with my eyes the hall's horizon and I almost had a seizure, SHINOBU YOU LITTLE PIECE OF SHIT,WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING HERE? I screamed inside my head.
The juvenile delinquent murmured something to his father and then made his way towards me smiling devilishly and, like the happy pervert that I am, the only thing I could think of was how thoroughly fucked Shinobu should consider himself now (both metaphorically and literally). He sat down next to me and our eyes met. In that moment my heart skipped a beat, Shinobu was handsome in this light ... his raw sandy brows, his blonde hair, his alabaster skin ... he looked like a Rembrandt painting.
"Miyagi-san, your attitude is very bad, you know ... you shouldn't be so asocial at work"
"Really?"... the complicated kid nodded...I looked his eyes...grey eyes...so few people have grey eyes...Shinobu is one of them...
"Total black, brat?"
"Yeah, blonde people look good in black"
"I confirm" my adorable pest changed colour after my last statement...and then an idea punched me right in the face...no...Shinobu can't be so childish, can he? Is it possible that he came here just because he wanted me to see him in a tuxedo? Oh my god...yes, this is the only plausible explanation...but I can't ask him...I would be too of an insensitive bastard to embarrass him so indecently.
"Shinobu, did you come here because you wanted me to see you in a tuxedo?"
"..." my pale-faced brat disclosed his pink lips adorably in disbelief...checkmate.
oooooooooooo
We were walking towards my car when we heard some rustling and muffled noises; I got close to the source of these sounds.
"Miyagi!" he half-whispered/half-screamed ..."What the hell! Come here!" I felt a smile forming on my lips...what a coward you are...or maybe I'm the one who is too careless. In the dark alley I could see two figures against the wall, panting and moving messily...a scuffle?...maybe I should intervene.
"Miyagi!" I almost did it in my pants when I heard Shinobu's voice near me...maybe I'm not so careless, after all. "Should we call the cops?"
"...I don't know..." I started walking closer to those two people, Shinobu was behind me holding my hand tightly. Now we had a clearer visual. A man and a woman...fucking...like rabbits!
"Oh my god" I laughed...
oooooooooooo
My car was an intimate and warm place against the chilled night. Shinobu was watching the road, like I wasn't there with him, yet I knew what he was thinking ... he was thinking how to please me sexually once we returned home. I'm not being a pervert...I simply can sense his perpetual research of new ways to impress me, to keep my interest towards him alight...but it's really sucking too much energy from him; yet I know why he acts like this...it's all my fault...I've never told him once that I love him since my first declaration...yes, I prove my love in some ways and it's implicit that I wouldn't have risked my entire life for a simple whim...when we make love and, in the afterglow of our union, he tells me "I love you"...it must a heavy feeling not to hear "I love you too" in return.
"Why is it that we are already going out yet I keep feeling anxious?" he asked (more to himself than me) in the middle of a heated fuck. The answer was pretty obvious: because I'm an asshole; because, in my head, I think that it would be too pathetic to see a 35 year old man proclaim his love to his teenage lover, because I'm straight yet I'm madly in love with a man. I would want to tell you that I'll protect you from your fears, from the disturbances that you will face because of me, that I will overcome the gravitational currents, the space and the light in order not to make you grow old...that if life would deny you how to breath I would give you my lungs, but I can't...I just can't.
"Ah...mmhh...nn..". A moment later we were in our bed, still fully clothed, Shinobu's laboured gasps were intoxicating...Shinobu...do you even realize what you do to me? With your moans, your scent, your taste, you are like air injected into my veins...I feel dizzy, lost; do you know this Shinobu? I think I can hide it pretty well...but probably in the wonderful depths of your heart you've already discovered all of my secrets...as this thought passed in my head I felt Shinobu's wet tongue lick languidly my cheek.
"Miyagi, let's do it...I'm ready for you"
First attempt at writing. A very intelligent person once told me that few people read about the terrorist couple and fewer leave a review ,so I'm not expecting anything...yet to see your opinion would make me really happy. I'm a terrorist person...but I read and review romantica and egoist too(God,this site should change name, it isn't junjou romantica fanfiction anymore...it's junjou egoist fanfiction).
Some credits. The first dialogue between Shinobu and Miyagi is an amazing guy's idea, I just worked on it. I was also inspired by a song (but I won't say the title :p). The idea of the party came to me thanks to a certain fic ^coughpromnightcough^. And thanks to my beta kbbandgirl.
It's really gruelling to write in a language that is not yours...I hope my grammar isn't as terrible as I think it is. Kisses ^3^