first fic post!

[rosaioko]

This is rather old...but it is part 1 of a twoshot, in the CLAMP school detectives fandom. yaoi, of course, but quite mild. It takes place when Nokoru is a senior in highschool, the boys all hold their same positions in the student government as they did in elementary school.

I know CLAMP has written other series focusing on the future of their 'world', but this is discounting all of that, as I have read none of those series, I simply know they exist.

now then....

Characters belong to their respective creators, I only own plot.

 

Temptation 1

Temptation.

 

 

Even at the semi-tender age of 17, I have faced many. Overcome most. The temptation to ignore my responsibilities, the temptation to involve myself in relations where I am not needed, and, of course, the temptation to eat more of Akira's delicious treats than are good from my health, to name a few. I expect to be faced with many more, considering Okaa-sama's plans for me.

 

 

After graduating from CLAMP University, I will be trained as her successor. Such is tradition, the youngest child inherits the school. I will marry well, have children and when Okaa-sama retires, I will take her place, until such a time as my own children are ready. During my time as Chairman, I will be approached, as Okaa-sama is now, by reporters, allies, former and current enemies, and others requesting favors or attempting bribery. They will tempt me, and I must resist them, unless their requests are within the interests of the Imonoyama family and the CLAMP school. The reporters, I expect, will be the greatest pain. Even at eleven they showed a fierce interest in my life. When one is part of one of the most powerful families in Japan, one can have no secrets. Or has learned to hide them well.

 

 

I have learned to hide my secrets well.

 

 

 

Especially this one. It would not do myself or my family any credit if the press were to find out this particular temptation, even if it is the one I would most dearly love to give in to. Carefully, I raise my eyes a few scant inches to gaze through my bangs. Him.

He must not see me watching or he would ask why and I must admit I am not able to tell him the answer. How does one explain to one's bodyguard-slash-best-friend-for-nine-years that they have been crushing on them for nearly that long? Oh, yes, the press would give anything to get their hands on this temptation. I can see it now: “Imonoyama Zaibatsu heir gay – Admits love for bodyguard!” No, thank you. I return to my work and stamp the next document with a touch more force than necessary, earning me a slightly worried glance from the subject of my thoughts.

If it was only possible that I had a chance with him...but it is not. Another document is stamped and set aside. Suoh has Nagisa-jo, has since we were in Elementary school for goodness sake. Another thunk of the stamp. I am scarcely reading the papers now. He would never look at me that way. He is my friend, and a good one. I would not risk that, even if he and Nagisa-jo were to break up. I would not risk our friendship for impossible love. The stamp comes down harsh again. Besides, I have sworn to never be the cause of a lady's tears, and pursuing my bodyguard would definitely cause many to cry.

 

I rest my stamp in the ink pad and stare at the paper in front of me. Sometimes I wonder if maybe...maybe it would be okay? Just once, if they cried a little? I long to touch him, to hold him the way I do in my daydreams. To be able to curl up in his arms and tuck my head against his shoulder. He is taller than me now, by a good few inches, and much more filled out than when we were younger. I want to be able to run my hands over his shoulders and feel the strength I know is there. I want to be able to wrap my arms around him and kiss him till we're both dizzy and drunk and I can convince him to spend the night just once, to come to bed with me and....

 

 

Fighting a blush, I pick up my stamp and hurriedly go back to my paperwork. It would be a very bad idea to continue that...particular train of thought right now. I mentally shake myself and attempt to pull my wayward brain away from much more entertaining fantasies. Unfortunately, fantasies are all they will ever be. Suoh is my friend and is most decidedly straight. Even if I admitted my feelings for him he would turn me down. Gently, and carefully, but he would. And our friendship would never be the same. I sigh softly, placing the document into the 'finished' pile, and peek through my bangs to get another look at my temptation.

 

 

Success. Suoh is concentrating on filing a large stack of papers and won't be looking my way for a while. I return the stamp to its cradle and lean back in my chair, turning my focus to my long-time secretary.

 

 

Silky azure hair, a touch longer than when we were children, neatly brushed of course. I wonder what it would look like all mussed...Body tall, strong, and slightly tanned from his work at archery and martial arts, poured neatly into the short-sleeve, button-down white uniform shirt and blue long pants that makes up the High school boys uniform. And speaking of pants...my eyes drift below my kohai's waist to settle on his extremely nice butt.

I'm a teenager. Class President or no, I'm allowed to have hormones.

Suoh shuts the file cabinet and turns around, as I hastily drag my eyes up to focus on his face. Much to my relief I do not blush while doing so. Suoh is quite handsome, having lost near all of his little-kid cuteness by the time he was in his last year of middle school. He doesn't look all that different though, full lips, nice skin, long lashes and absolutely gorgeous amber eyes. I love his eyes, they really are the only emotional part of him. They shift from dark to light depending on his mood. From warm and soft when he's relaxed or amused, to cool whenever he's in 'professional' mode, to smoldering, when he's mad at someone, usually me, to as they are now. Sleepy. Suoh's eyes are dark and dulled, slightly unfocused as he goes from the filing cabinet back to his desk. As he sits down he stifles a yawn and stares blankly at the laptop propped open on his desk.

“Kaichou?” Akira's hesitant voice breaks through my concentration and I jump slightly, before turning to face him. “Kaichou? Are you alright?” His gray eyes are worried.

 

“I'm fine, I'm fine.” I flutter my fan at him. “Just...daydreaming, that's all. You surprised me. What is it?”

 

 

He relaxes a bit and smiles. “Well, we've been her for a couple of hours now and I thought it might be time for a--”

 

 

“Snack!” I finish gleefully, glad for the distraction. I beam at him and he grins back. “That's a wonderful idea, Akira!”

 

 

“Thank you, Kaichou!” he chirps. “There's some cake from cooking class earlier, and perhaps I could make some more tea?”

 

 

“That sounds perfect. Suoh?” I call, startling him out of his daze. “Any requests?”

 

He blinks. “Something caffinated for me, please.”

 

Akira nods. “It will just be a minute them, for the water to heat.” He leaves, and Suoh puts away his laptop, before folding his arms on top of his desk and resting his head on them. As he drifts off, I spin my chair to gaze at him. Though we have changed to our summer uniforms, spring is just beginning and the air is still quite crisp. Suoh's uniform jacket is stretched across the back of his chair. I wait ten minutes or so as his breathing deepens and the perpetual tenseness in his shoulders fades.

 

Softly, I push back my chair and pad over to his desk. I pull his jacket off and lay it over his shoulders. Suoh stirrs, but does not wake. I am about to return to my desk when an idea flies through my head. Akira won't be back for a few more minutes...and once, just once, I give in to one of my temptations.

I rest my hand on Suoh's shoulder and very gently brush my lips against his. It is light, so light it almost does not happen. “Ai shiteru, Suoh.” I whisper, and pull away.

“Kaichou?” Akira's voice comes from the door. I jump, and whirl around. For a single moment, I panic. Did he see? Hear? But my treasurer only turns to shut the door and then walks over, tray balanced in his hands. “Is Takemura-san asleep?” he asks.

 

I relax. My secret is safe. “Yes,” I say. “Lets let him rest, shall we?”

 

 

Akira smiles and nods, hands me a cup of tea, and a plate with a a slice of cake on it. I return to my desk, take a bite of the cake, and smile.

 

Sweet Temptation.

 

 

TBC.

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