Undercover Angel
by the diggler
Warnings: This fic has boyxboy content, and is PG13! Sorry, no lemon here. Strictly shounen-ai. What can I say? I'm getting mushy in my old age.
A/N: This fic was inspired by an informal challenge at the central_lemmies ML to find a yaoi partner for Miyagi that is all his and nobody else's, and I've always thought there was good chemistry between him and Shohoku's sweet #6 Yasuda Yasuharu!
Disclaimers: Slam Dunk and its characters are the property of Inoue Takehiko et al. Charlie's Angels ain't mine either. Title comes from a dinky little song by Alan O'Day ^___^
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"Make it stop..." he groaned, his head throbbing.
Intent on ending his torment, his hand blindly searched the bed for the remote control. Finally he felt the familiar rectangle of plastic under his fingers and turned the television off.
Was the volume really as ridiculously loud as it had sounded or was it just him?
Either way, at least his head wasn't hurting as much anymore. But that annoying ringing in his ears was still there.
He groaned again and started to roll onto his side, but for some reason he found it extremely difficult to move. It took a few seconds for him to register the feeling of something heavy along one side of his body, pinning him down.
He opened his eyelids a crack and winced, his dimly lit bedroom too bright for his still sleepy eyes. Blearily he looked down at the mysterious weight draped across him, and saw the top of a curly-haired head, his friend sound asleep and using his chest as a pillow.
"Miyagi... Miyagi-kun wake up." he said, gently shaking the sleeping boy's shoulder.
The only response he got was a loud snore.
He sighed in resignation and dropped his head back onto his pillow. He knew from experience that Miyagi wouldn't be waking up anytime soon, no matter what he did. Especially not after drinking five cans of the six-pack that the curly-haired boy had somehow managed to procure.
How had Miyagi done it? He himself was a wreck after only one beer, resulting in him passing out halfway through 'Charlie's Angels'.
"Come on Yasu, it won't kill you..." Miyagi had said earlier that night as he handed over a can.
Yeah right. He felt like something out of 'Night Of The Living Dead' right now. A total zombie. Completely brain-fried. He barely even remembered how 'Charlie's Angels' had started, it was all a blur.
He needed water. Some Aspirin might be good too...
Struggling under his friend's weight, he began to wriggle across the bed, sliding himself out from underneath the sleeping boy but suddenly Miyagi's arms wrapped around him, hugging him tight.
Yasuda froze.
Peering down he saw Miyagi's back rising and falling in a steady rhythm as the boy continued to sleep undisturbed.
He tried to free himself again, but Miyagi shifted, tightening his grip until any more movement was virtually impossible.
Yasuda bit his lip. What was he going to do now?
He could glare. Maybe that would work.
But as he looked down to do so, he suddenly froze again...
Miyagi's face was now turned up towards his, mere inches away, looking uncharacteristically vulnerable in his sleep as he breathed softly through parted lips.
Yasuda's chest abruptly constricted, as if all the air had been sucked right out of his chest in one moment, and his heart began pounding so loud that he was sure it would wake the sleeping boy up
And suddenly, that was the last thing he wanted to happen.
But then Miyagi moved again, breaking the spell, laughing in his sleep and muttering something incomprehensible.
"Umm... Miyagi-kun?"
"Aya-chan..."
Oh no.
He struggled to move again, but Miyagi's hold remained firm.
"Don't go Aya-chan..." the curly-haired boy mumbled.
"Miyagi-kun, please wake up, you're dreaming."
"Eh?" The boy's eyes fluttered open momentarily. "You're not Aya-chan..."
Yasuda laughed nervously.
Miyagi's eyes drooped shut again.
"That's okay." The curly-haired boy said with a sigh. "You have nice eyes... like Lucy Liu."
Oh great. Miyagi was still in dreamland.
"What are you doing here Lucy? Are you on... under-cover assignment?" Miyagi snickered suggestively.
Hentai.
Then Miyagi shifted again, moving upwards along his chest until he could feel the other boy's warm breath against his collar.
"Mmmm... my undercover angel... you're so soft..." the still dreaming boy murmured, nuzzling his nose into Yasuda's neck.
His heart began pounding again.
"What about Aya-chan?" Yasuda whispered.
"Hmm... No one has to know... Let's just keep this a secret..."
Yasuda grinned, his arms slowly wrapping around the sleeping boy's back.
...Good idea.
~ owari
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completed Jan 11 '03 ~ revised May 27 '03