This one may be a little melodramatic :D And it's just a oneshot, so there won't be any more to this story in case you wanted any, sorry.
There May Be Trouble Ahead
The Dean stood frozen, his muscles locked and his heart beating ferociously in his chest. He'd never thought it would ever come to this.
Yes, he had known that his son was attracted to Miyagi, that Shinobu had had feelings for him for years. It had been written all over the boy's face – the flush of embarrassment; the way his eyes widened whenever he saw his sister's husband, as though he were drinking in the sight of him; the unusual way he stuttered and fell over his words when talking to the man, sometimes spewing forth incredible gibberish, even though he was normally such a confident and smart teenager.
But Miyagi had never looked twice at him! The Dean was sure of it. Miyagi had rarely spoken to Shinobu, he didn't take much notice of the boy, his eyes usually sliding unseeing past the youth. He had been reluctant to house Shinobu for the weeks while he was unable to stay at the Takatsuki residence and even knowing of his son's interest in the other man, the Dean had never doubted his safety in Miyagi's hands. The thought never crossed his mind that the relationship between his son and his ex-son-in-law even had the potential to alter so drastically.
How mistaken he had been!
He had been displeased earlier that evening to see that Shinobu was still exhibiting the same indications of his inappropriate feelings for the older man – the Dean had hoped that after all this time, after Shinobu had grown up a bit more, he would have put paid to those emotions. Indeed, that had been a key factor in his decision to allow Shinobu to go abroad, hoping that the distance and the chance to meet other people his own age would make him forget these ridiculous notions and get himself back on track.
Oh, but how disturbed, how alarmed he had become when seeing the two of them interact with one another amongst the other guests at the little soiree the Dean was holding in his garden. It wasn't Shinobu's behaviour that had shocked him so; it was Miyagi-kun's. The man, now in his mid-thirties and twice Shinobu's age, had smiled and charmed his way through the crowds, totally relaxed as usual, until, finding himself face to face with the nineteen year old boy, all his ease vanished and the Dean could only watch, troubled, as the awkwardness and heightened awareness that had persistently adorned his own son's features when in Miyagi's presence were now mirrored by Miyagi himself.
A hungry expression had flashed across Miyagi's face as his dark eyes eagerly sought out Shinobu's, before dropping suddenly and looking shyly away. Neither seemed capable of keeping the other's gaze. Miyagi's hand tentatively reached out to straighten Shinobu's lapel, and at that tiny touch, both jerked away from each other as if they had received an electric shock. A blush staining the normally collected Miyagi's cheeks, he nodded to Shinobu and stiffly moved off.
The Dean had attempted to push away the terrifying realisation that kept battering at his brain, but even as he continued to entertain his guests, the smile strained his face and he couldn't stop himself from constantly checking where Miyagi and Shinobu were and what they were doing. Even though they kept away from each other, he couldn't help but notice how frequently their eyes flitted towards each other, and the anxiety churning in his breast only increased.
Still, he now reflected bitterly, he had kept gripping tightly at the edges of hope, the delusion that he had misread the whole situation. He had repeated the hope to himself over and over again, even as he suddenly noted the pair's absence among the guests, even as he had disappeared into the house to search for them, and even for the last few moments before cold reality slapped him across the cheek and made his head snap back in horror.
For there, right in front of his eyes, standing only feet away from him in the dark hallway, were Shinobu and Miyagi – pressed against the wall, their bodies far too close for decency, arms clamped tightly around each other as their gasping breaths and desire-laden moans filled the silence between deep, hungry, wet kisses.
Adrenalin rushed through the Dean, freeing his muscles, causing his body to shake, and he felt the shrill rumble of a scream trying to burst forth from the depths of his soul.
A.N. I was going to give it a different title and then after I finished checking it over, the song with the lyrics 'there may be trouble ahead' popped into my head and I decided it fit rather well! So that's what it's called.
Hope you enjoyed!