http://clampfix.fanworks.net/smut/akira1.txt </head><body><pre>Akira's Birthday part 1 by Kristin Huntsman released 12/24/97 Nokoru stared at the date circled in red. The twenty-fourth. Five days away. Akira's birthday. And he had absolutely no idea what to give Akira as a present. After all, Akira had everything. He had a good home, two adoring mothers, some kind of relationship with Utako-hime, and never seemed unhappy. The only thing his innocent friend lacked was a father, but Nokoru had suspicions concerning that as well. "Kaichou," Suoh said softly as he entered the Student Government room. Nokoru's friend noticed his mood right away, of course, and came around his desk to see what Nokoru was staring at so despondantly. "Ah. Worried about Ijyuin's birthday, I see," Suoh observed, looking at the calendar. "Have you figured out what to get him yet?" "No," Nokoru sighed. "I just can't think what Akira might want." He turned and looked into the golden eyes of his friend. "What did you get him, Suoh?" "A new uniform for his martial arts tournaments," Suoh replied. One hand drifted to the base of Nokoru's neck and gently massaged the tension there, a loving gesture. "Don't worry - it'll come to you, and you'll pull off a brilliant eleventh-hour gesture, as always." Suoh smiled knowingly. "Like you did for my last birthday." "That was *not* an eleventh-hour gesture!" Nokoru argued. "I came up with your gift a good hour and a *half* before your party!" Suoh grinned. "All right, a ten-thirty gesture, then," he conceded. "I hate being the only one around here who gets blocked on giving birthday presents," Nokoru grumbled, slumping back into his chair in a semi-sulk. Suoh smiled and consoled, "It'll come to you. It always does. In the meantime, Kaichou...." His smile twisted into an evil, delighted grin that almost frightened Nokoru. "You've been slacking on your paperwork." With a wince, Nokoru looked at the seven-and-a-half-foot-high stacks of paper. "Can't I seduce you and get out of it for a little while?" he begged, looking at Suoh with a winsome expression. Suoh laughed. "Not on your life," he replied. "Not today. _Do the paperwork, Kaichou._" That "no nonsense tolerated" look was in his eyes, and Nokoru knew he wasn't going to be able to get away this time. "You were a lot more fun to harrass before we started sleeping together," Nokoru grumbled, taking out the "approved" stamp from his top right-hand drawer, his mind already working on ways to slip out of doing the detested chore halfway through. Hopefully less. Suoh smiled and went about his own paperwork, already trying to figure out which method his kaichou was going to try to skip out on the paperwork. Akira sighed as he paused before the door the the Student Body Government room, thinking of how nice the past year and a quarter had been, and how much he was going to dislike being in a different school from Kaichou for the next two. It would have been so nice if the three of them were in the same year, Kaichou, Takamura-sempai, and he: that way they would always have been in the same school together. Maybe even in the same classroom. But as it was, it was a little less than six months until Kaichou graduated from high school and went on to CLAMP University, and they would be separated again. Oh, they had still seen each other a lot when they were in different schools, but having lunch together and just being the "CLAMP Campus Detective Team" didn't have quite the same weight to it to Akira as the responsibility of running one of the schools with his two best friends did. He liked that kind of responsibility - it made him feel better about the other part of his life. The part that was secret from everyone but his mothers, Utako-san, and Santa-san. He pushed open the door and went to his desk, picking up the familiar weight of his abacus so he could begin his calculations. He paused and looked at Kaichou, doing his paperwork with the intensely determined expression that told Akira he was not at all voluntary about the work. Akira wondered how long it was going to be before Kaichou attempted to sneak off this time. Most of the time he succeeded and got past Takamura-sempai. It was rumored that the Chairwoman wanted Kaichou to take her place in a few years, when she retired. Akira was happy for that; when he wasn't playing and neglecting his paperwork, when he actually sat down and seriously went through it, Kaichou's work was meticulous and brilliant. Of course, that meant that Takamura-sempai would have to stay with Kaichou as Secretary after that promotion to running the entire campus, just to make sure he actually *did* the paperwork. Akira wondered who they would make the third person in that trio. He didn't think it would be him. After all, he wasn't as close to the two of them as they were to each other, plus they wouldn't trust someone like him to be the Treasurer of something so important as the entire campus. He still hadn't managed to tell them, after all this time, that he was Twenty Mensou, the "thief of twenty faces." He would tell them someday soon... just not yet. He didn't want them to hate him just yet. He would finish high school, and maybe go through the University too... after all, he wanted to be a doctor and help people, plus he had to be able to support Utako-san. But as soon as he could afford to, he would tell them. He owed them that much and so much more. And then he'd go away, so they wouldn't have to face him and his lies and his stealing things for his mothers. He didn't want to have to face their hatred. "Ijyuin, are you all right?" Takamura-sempai's voice broke into his thoughts. "Aah--oh, I'm fine!" Akira beamed falsely. "I was just thinking." He looked down at his paperwork. "Oh, I should get started or I'll become as backlogged as Kaichou!" There was a crash at Kaichou's desk resulting from that statement, but Akira beamed anyway and got started, determined to leave his unhappy thoughts behind while he still had his two best friends as friends. * * * Nokoru laughed and ran around the corner, slipping into a darkened niche that was just the right size to hide a pursued high school president. "KAICHOU--!!" Suoh yelled angrily, rounding the corner himself. Nokoru held his breath, remaining utterly silent as Suoh ran past his hiding place, then cursed mentally as his friend skidded to a halt in the empty hallway. He was going to be found this time. Whenever he didn't manage to duck out of the chase so fast that Suoh didn't realize it, Suoh found him. That in mind, Nokoru prepared his second move in the game. He was NOT going back to that paperwork! Suoh smiled to himself. The game of "tag" had just turned into "hide and seek." Now where would Kaichou be? He turned, his eyes flickering immediately to the shadowed alcove that was the right size for Nokoru to hide in. His smile turned into a hunter's smirk at having trapped a sought-after prey. This time Kaichou *would* go back and complete his work. <In there.> He walked towards it slowly, his shoes making no sound on the polished marble floor, no footsteps echoing from his tread into the hall and marking his intentions. Atmosphere was Kaichou's department, not his. He didn't quite expect the hands melting out of the shadowed darkness to hold him, or the warm mouth that pressed against his in a hungry kiss when he was less than a foot away from the hiding place. "Kaichou--!" he protested in a loud whisper, looking around worridly to make sure there was no one to see anything as he too was dragged into the shadows of the alcove. A finger rested against his open mouth, silencing his protests. He never really wanted to protest anyway, he thought with a certain resignation as blue eyes gleamed at him through the darkness. Nokoru's mouth covered his again, and Suoh found himself kissing back. He was pressed against the wall as both their eyes closed and Nokoru began caressing him like they were the lovers they were. Suoh slid gradually down the wall until he was sitting on the ground, Nokoru straddling his lap and teasing the inside of his mouth with a slick tongue. Suoh's own tongue fought the intruder back all the way into Nokoru's mouth, where it was caught between two sets of teeth and only allowed to slide out after Suoh had ran out of breath and opened his eyes. Nokoru paused then, smiling, and in the blue eyes facing him, Suoh saw a flowering, an unfolding of logic and intuition. An idea forming. <Not hot caramel,> Suoh prayed, remembering some of Nokoru's experiments. "Suoh," Nokoru said, voice mischevious and slightly sing-song-y, "I just figured out what to give Akira for his birthday." "What?" Suoh asked, a little out of breath and very much aware of the feeling of Nokoru against him. Nokoru smiled, seeming all innocence as his fingers traced the shape of Suoh's body through the fabric of his jacket and shirt. "Us," he replied. It was Suoh's turn to still. "You can't be serious," he managed to say. Nokoru's fingers continued their exploration of the body he surely knew as well as his own by now. "I am." He began to unfasten the buttons of Suoh's jacket one by one, starting from the top. His seeming carelessness of the idea was deliberate, Suoh knew, an act. "Kaichou," Suoh growled, sitting up and catching hold of those wrists, "I'm serious. Akira isn't that way." Nokoru's blue eyes were steady. "Neither are you," he pointed out. "That's different." "Oh? How?" When Suoh didn't answer, Nokoru continued, "I love Akira as much as I love you, Suoh--*and in the same way*. If you'd stop being so stubborn, I bet you'd find that you think about him that way a little bit too." "He's innocent!" Suoh retorted. "He's a child! Ijyuin probably doesn't even know what sex is!" "He had sex-ed the same as we did," Nokoru rationalized. "Besides...." His voice grew softer and his eyes focused on something besides Suoh, something in his mind and memory. "Don't you see that look in his eyes sometimes, Suoh? I think there's something Akira's really sad about." He shook his head softly. "He's not a child, however much you and I tend to consider him one." "Kaichou..." Suoh whispered, taken aback at the depth of Nokoru's insight and compassion. He shouldn't be, but somehow he always was. Nokoru kissed him again, something soft and lingering and sweet, then lay his head against Suoh's shoulder. "I want to make that sadness in Akira's eyes go away," he whispered. "Kaichou...." Suoh thought during that moment of stillness of the things he had indeed glimpsed sometimes very briefly, before Akira became aware of him looking, in Ijyuin's gray eyes. His arms drifted around Nokoru as he considered. "You're right," he murmured. "I think Ijyuin is sad." "Mmm." Nokoru nestled more closely against him, and Suoh had the realization that not that long ago Nokoru would never have been this open with him, would never have shown weaknesses or concerns like this to him. "All right," Suoh whispered to him, "I'll go along with this and be part of your birthday present to Ijyuin." His only reply was the constance of the thoughtful side of Nokoru, the serious part, as the president kissed him again and proceeded gently, very gently indeed, with the seduction. </pre><p><a href="./">Back</a></p><p><a href=http://www.dreamhost.com/donate.cgi?id=216><img border=0 alt="Donate towards our web hosting bill!" src=https://secure.newdream.net/donate1.gif></a></p></body></html>