Love's Rival
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Category:
+G to L › Gakuen Heaven
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
3
Views:
2,844
Reviews:
7
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Gakuen Heaven, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
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Omi came out of the bathroom in his boxers with a towel over his head, drying his hair.
"You know, you're more interesting than I thought."
Omi froze then pulled the towel off of his head. There on his bed was Nakajima, wearing only a pair of tight jeans, flipping through one of Omi's mangas.
"Why are you here?" Omi growled at the other, but knew the answer. Ever since Niwa and Saionji's relationship had come out, Nakajima had restarted his pursuit of Omi. Something Omi had thought he had ended their first year at BL Academy.
The other shrugged at Omi's question, " Bored."
Omi snorted, " I thought you stayed that way."
"Not all the time but you haven't been keeping me entertained lately."
Omi frowned, true he hadn't been sending and thing to crash the Council computers lately. He had been too depressed for that. Then shook his head, he had to get the other boy out of his room.
"Leave." Omi said.
Nakajima gave him a look, yeah; Omi hadn't thought that would actually work but he had been hopeful. Nakajima got up off the bed and began to walk toward the other boy, who began to back up until he hit the wall. Nakajiama place a hand by Omi's head, Omi hated the fact that the other was two inches taller forcing Omi to look up at him. Nakajima's other hand was on Omi's waist, as he leaned into Omi's space he purred out,
"Hmmm, no, it's much more fun here." Then Nakajima kissed him. Omi dropped the towel he had still been holding, in order to bring both hands up to the other boy's shoulders to push him away. But tighten his grip on them instead then Nakajima molded his body to Omi and seemed to purr into the kiss. Omi was not as cold as he liked people to believe he was very passionate about many things and Nakajima just happened to be one of them. Omi felt his eyes drift shut as he began to melt into the kiss. Just as Nakajima began to show his true talent at kissing there came a knock at the door.
Then, " Omi?" called Saionji through the door.
Some how Omi found the resolve and shoved Nakajima away from him. Nakajima glared at the door as if he could kill the person behind it. Omi turn and went to open the door. Nakajima grab him around the waist and said softly into his ear, " Ignore him. He'll go away."
Again Omi pushed the other away from him then partish opened the door.
"Omi!" Saionji said happily when he saw his friend.
"What do you want?" Omi asked.
"I was wondering..." Saionji started but was cut off when he heard a soft voice.
" Shut the door and come back to bed." Saionji heard the voice say as he watched Omi begin to blush.
" Oh, I didn't know you had someone with you...I talk to you later." Saionji said then walked away. Omi was so shocked by what Nakajima had done it took him a moment to realize that his friend was leaving.
"Kaoru," Omi said, but Saionji was out of earshot by then. Omi then turned to look at the other in his dorm room.
"Why did you say that?"
"Because if we hadn't been interrupted we would have gotten there."
"You're very sure of yourself."
"I know what I want."
Omi glared then opened the door to his room wider, " That doesn't mean you will get it, leave now."
Nakajima blinked and realized that Omi was serious. Then he smirked at the other as he walked to the door, Omi turned his head so he wasn't looking at him.
"I'm not going to stop, you know."
"..."
"I will have you in the end, no matter how loyal you want to stay to your Queen."
"..."
Nakajima walked out of the room, Omi closed the door behind him. Nakajima may not have gotten what he wanted but he had, had a taste of it...it tasted like chocolate he thought licking his lips.
Omi sighed and leaned against the closed door.
"I know." He said softly to himself.