Title: Missed Truths
Author/Artist: Cheysuli Night
Pairing: Suoh/Akira
Fandom: CLAMP Campus Detectives
Theme: #67: Angels and/or Demons
Rating: PG-13
Warning: Shounen-ai
Disclaimer: The characters belong to CLAMP. I'm just playing with them.

He was doing it again. For the fifth time in the last ten minutes, Akira was doing it again. Actually, to tell the truth, he had never stopped since the... incident. Now normally, Suoh wouldn't mind it when Akira was being like this, but he was trying to work and the tenth grader was just making a nuisance of himself. Suoh sighed and glared at the other boy, who thankfully stopped and smiled brightly at him...

... for all of three seconds.

"Would you stop laughing!"

Akira giggled and shook his head. "I'm sorry... I just..." And once again he started laughing.

Suoh twitched and pushed away from his desk. "It is not that funny!" he yelled, stalking across the room to stand by Akira... who was perched on top of his own desk. Didn't he know what chairs were for? Suoh glared.

Akira smiled up at him. "But come on... I mean you... a Demon," he giggled, pointing over to Suoh's desk where a little black-winged porcelain figure sat next to the computer. A little black-winged figure that look exactly like Suoh... only six inches tall... and well, it had wings whereas Suoh obviously didn't... but other than that, it was a perfect likeness.

At least according to Nokoru, who was the one who had given it to him. Suoh personally thought it looked nothing like him. And Akira... well, Akira couldn't stop laughing long enough to tell them if he thought it looked like the eleventh grader or not.

Now the figure Nokoru gave Akira...

"It's no stranger than you being an Angel," Suoh growled, grabbing the white-winged figure off Akira's desk... and saving it from an early demise. Really, if Akira always insisted on using his desk as a chair, you'd think he'd know to be careful of how he moved. Suoh lost count of all the items Akira had lost or broken because he had knocked them off. The boy would just never learn.

Akira smiled, his eyes sparkling, as he gazed at the figure that Nokoru had had made. "I don't know, Suoh," he said, smirking. "I think I look good with those white wings. I bet they'd be so soft and silky," he purred... then he pointed over to the Demon Suoh figure. "On the other hand, leather doesn't suit you at all."

Suoh glared. "Well, then it's a good thing I'm not a Demon. Especially considering how sharp those claws on those leather wings are."

Akira pouted for a few moments, glaring up at the other boy. Then he cocked his head and looked curiously at the Angel figure Suoh was holding. "You know, it's funny how close humans can get to the truth and yet still completely miss it," he said, placing his hand on the delicate figure. "The detail is amazingly accurate... yet incorrectly placed. I wonder where Kaichou got the idea."

Suoh frowned, having not thought of that. He had just been so surprised when Nokoru had presented them the gifts before going off who knows where that he hadn't considered the implications. Plus, he had been too annoyed at the too amused Akira to really give it any thought. He had just wanted to finish his paperwork so he could go home.

Speaking of...

"We'll think on it later," he said, placing the Angel on the desk next to Akira... and not noticing Akira's hand snaking up his arm. Well, he didn't notice until he tried to pull away and found that he was trapped by a surprisingly strong grip and that Akira was much closer than he had been five seconds before. "Akira! We don't have time for this. We have work to do-"

"But I'm bored," Akira interrupted. "I had to behave all day and I'm tired of pretending. It's fun time now," he continued, leaning forward and capturing Suoh's lips in a kiss.

Suoh hesitated for a few brief moments before melting and, wrapping his arms around Akira's waist , promptly forgetting all about work...

... for about a minute.

Akira sighed and glared as he was released. "Suoh!" he whined, pouting and staring up at the older boy with wide pleading eyes.

Suoh hesitated, nearly pulling Akira back into his arms, before remembering the stack of paperwork waiting for him to finish. "No, Akira. We can play later when we get home. I have too much paperwork right now."

Akira glared at him for a few moments before he smirked, his eyes flashing. "What paperwork?"

Suoh stared blankly at him before realizing that the room was suddenly much warmer than before... and the light was quite a bit redder as well. Turning quickly, he stared wide eyed at his desk... which was currently on fire. Suoh growled.

"Akira, you Demon!"