Disclaimer: Gakuen Heaven is a Boys' Love game produced by Spray and the manga is later illustrated by You Higuri. For more info, please visit yaoiforeverdotmidoshirodotcom.

Notes: I can't help but to write a fic for this awesome game. Though I've not played it before, I've read the manga and listened to the drama discs. There are so many bishies to choose from but my personal favorite is Hideasa Nakajima. And my favorite pairing is NakajimaxShichijou, simply because their rivalry amuses me muchly (grinz)

: Night Visit :

It seemed like almost everyone was taken in by that new transfer student. And no, he was not one of them. Hideasa Nakajima snorted in disgust as an unwanted image materialized in his mind; a young face with disheveled burgundy hair and a pair of sapphire blue eyes. Many were raving about Keita Ito's apparent cuteness but Nakajima failed to see it. All he saw was a naïve boy with no special ability whatsoever trying to fit amongst the elites.

But now, he was given the task to get Keita to join the Student Council. The King's orders. Personally, Nakajima would rather go blind than see the boy amidst their posse. The Student Council had no use of such a worthless wannabe. But damn that Niwa! He was so bent on getting that student who had suddenly become Mr. Popularity, claiming that it would boost the Student Council's image. And conveniently he had left the dirty work to Nakajima, the vice-president, while he was off for the Japan All-Star Mathematics Competition.

Nakajima slipped his glasses off and massaged the bridge of his nose. Though Tetsuya Niwa was no doubt a good president and was well-respected and liked by all, including those from the Treasury, he was erratic and often had the strangest ideas and schemes. Nakajima doubt that 'boost the Student Council's image' had an ounce of truth in it. Niwa had never been bothered by such trivialities. Any animosity between the Student Council and Treasury was often stirred by him or that puppy Knight.

Omi Shichijou. He was the second-in-command of the Treasury, often known as the Knight, but had shamelessly claimed to be the Queen's slave as well. Kaoru Saionji had never really acknowledged that, but it was not like it was any of Nakajima's business. And had Shichijou not graciously informed him that the Treasury wanted Keita Ito as well, Nakajima would never give any thoughts to his current task. His rivalry with Shichijou was far more important than his dislike for the new student; there was no way he was going to let his pride be trampled upon by that silver-haired Knight.

There was a light rap on the door. Glasses back on, Nakajima made his way to it, wondering who the late visitor was. Everyone should be back at the dorm by now; it was already a quarter past eight. Well, everyone except him, that is. He was stuck clearing the paperwork that Niwa had 'supposedly cleared out' a week ago.

His eyes narrowed immediately as the door swung open to reveal a smirking visage with silver hair and dark eyes. The visitor raised an eyebrow, part enquiring, part amused. Nakajima did not bother to hide the contempt in his voice. "What do you want?"

"Such hostility," the visitor sneered.

A mocking smile touched his lips then. "When have I ever been civilized to you, Shichijou?"

The Treasury's Knight pretended to ponder about it. "I guess you're right. Something must be wrong with me tonight."

"Always, actually."

"You break my heart, Nakajima."

Nakajima grunted and turned around. He heard Shichijou's steps entering the room and the door closing with a soft click. Once seated back behind his desk, Nakajima returned back to his paperwork, although very much aware that Shichijou had made himself comfortable on Niwa's empty one.

"Niwa left you to do all that?" Shichijou asked conversationally.

"Sort of." Nakajima looked up then with a heavy sigh. "Cut the small talk. What do you want, Shichijou?"

Shichijou took his time taking off his blazer before leaning back lazily, palms firmly placed on the table's surface for support, and crossed his legs. "I had a talk with Ito-kun today. He seems interested with the things we do at the Treasury. I'm thinking we stand a good chance of getting him." He lifted one hand then to casually loosen his tie.

Nakajima leaned back in his own seat, making no effort to mask his assessing eyes. The Knight cocked his head to one side, a mischievous smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "You'll never get him," Nakajima finally said as he got on to his feet. As he slowly closed the distance between him and Shichijou, he continued, "Much as I disliked him, I don't intend to let the Treasury get its filthy hand on him. I will use everything in my power to ensure he gets into the Student Council."

He stopped directly before his rival who then uncrossed his legs and parted them slightly, as if welcoming. Nakajima hesitated for only a second before stepping into that space. Icy blue eyes behind their glass barriers met warm dark ones and for a few seconds, neither spoke. Each was waiting for the other to make his move, though the invitation had been extended and received.

Finally, it was Shichijou who broke the silence by sighing dramatically. "Kaoru is not about to give up on Ito-kun. And as the Queen's faithful servant, I'm not about to disappoint him."

"So does Niwa, though I can't for the life of me figure out why" Nakajima countered smoothly as he whisked off his glasses and set them on the table some distance away. "With the president's absence, all eyes are on me now. I can't afford to look bad either."

"You don't." Teasing. Flirting.

That got Nakajima smirking. He raised a hand and gingerly fingered the beauty mark under Shichijou's left eyes. That was where his rival's charm lay. Shichijou closed his eyes, long lashes brushing softly against Nakajima's probing finger. The vice-president ran his finger tentatively down the bridge of Shichijou's nose, then moved his thumb across one supple cheek. "Is this a form of bribery then?" he could not resist asking.

Eyes still closed, Shichijou merely flashed a lazy smile. Nakajima was tempted to make those lips cry out his name in fevered passion, murmured repeatedly like the holiest of chant. But he could not. To give in now would mean admitting defeat. He would have his chance one day. For the moment, he was willing to content with this frivolous baiting.

In one quick move, his hand reached behind Shichijou and thereafter roughly grabbed a fistful of hair, yanking the latter's head backwards. A yelp escaped his rival, whose eyes immediately flew open, widening in pain. Nakajima pressed in closer, their arousals now against each other.

"Lusty," Nakajima mocked, noting that his rival was beginning to get affected by the contact.

Even in such a compromising situation, Shichijou had not lost his cool. He was laughing as he wrapped his legs tightly around Nakajima's waist, making the contact even more intimate. Nakajima's grip had loosened and Shichijou took the opportunity to bring his face closer till their lips were only a hair's breadth away.

"Then don't torment me any longer," the Knight breathed, staring deep into the other's eyes. He leaned in to brush his lips across Nakajima's, but the latter jerked back slightly, those icy blue eyes holding a disapproving light within them. Shichijou frowned and tried again, but was rejected once more.

"Why?"

"You know why."

And just like how a balloon deflates within seconds after being popped, so did the teasing and flirting, the heat and expectation. Nakajima let go, as did Shichijou. The vice-president reached for his glasses then and took a few steps back, while the Knight smoothed his rumpled hair and adjusted his tie.

"Not even a kiss," Shichijou mused rather absent-mindedly. "You're mean. That is why I don't like you in the first place."

Nakajima shrugged elegantly. "The feeling's mutual."

The corner of Shichijou's lips curled upwards. "Kaoru is probably wondering where I am. Mustn't keep the Queen waiting too long. I trust you'll be fine by yourself?"

"Your concern is hardly necessary."

Shichijou leapt off the table and headed towards the door. And just before he exited, Nakajima called out his name.

"What is it?"

"Keep your nights free once this thing is over."

Shichijou dispensed a disinterested wave of his hand and walked out, but the small smile on his face spoke of a definite promise.

: owari :