It's always the nice ones.

Kaito's gaze was focused down onto the blade he held in his hands before moving over to the unconscious body lay sprawled out across the bed. He had half a mind to help clean up the mess he had contributed to making, but Kiyoteru had already told him (more than once, even; every single time since this whole thing started) not to do anything and just leave once he passed out.

Kaito didn't really like leaving him there helpless like that, but he liked Kiyoteru being irritated at him even less.

"I don't understand you," he sighed and sat on the edge of the bed, fingers moving away from the hard sharp edge of the knife to thread between Kiyoteru's much softer locks of hair. "And I also don't understand why you chose me specifically to do this."

… Well, that was a lie.

Gakupo was too rough. Len was (taken, and by an extreme psychopath at that) inexperienced and would probably do much worse than even Kaito. The girls were… girls, and most of the girls Kiyoteru knew were his own family (or at least close enough that they seemed like family), anyway.

Kaito knew why it had to be him.

But it didn't make him like the situation one bit.

He sighed and stood up, stretching once before leaving the bloodied knife on the nightstand and turning to get his jacket. Kiyoteru wanted him gone before he came to, and Kaito was glad to oblige.

Frowning, he turned to face his (bloodied, broken) friend.

"You're an idiot, Kiyoteru. I thought you were supposed to be a role model for all those kids you teach." No response, but that was expected. Kiyoteru wasn't conscious, anyway. "You're a stupid, idiotic teacher who can't see what's right in front of you. I hope you realize that before you take this too far."

All he got in response was silence.

Before his anger got the better of him, he threw his jacket on and left the apartment in a hurry. He could tell himself that he wasn't going to do this (to himself, to Kiyoteru) anymore, that he'd ignore any and all phone calls the latter would inevitably send him, but he already knew that his resolve would crumble the moment he heard the teacher's voice again. It always did, and he hated himself for it.

But Kiyoteru didn't love him. Kaito knew that much; he didn't love Kiyoteru either.

The person Kiyoteru loved was the one person Kiyoteru would never allow to see this side of him. The person Kaito loved would never reciprocate his feelings.

All they had was each other.

"Damn it," Kaito muttered and rested a fist on Kiyoteru's door once he had moved himself outside. "I hate you, Kiyoteru. I hate you so much."

"Haematophilia?"

Sukone Tei quirked an eyebrow at Kaito's odd question, lovingly rubbing her hand up and down Len's arm. Len didn't seem to mind the strange affection (or rather, he was used to it) and merely looked at Kaito with a questioning look on his face.

"Y… Yeah," Kaito muttered, looking away. "Let's say I know someone who's really, really into that sort of thing and wants me to help them indulge in it." Kiyoteru would have a fit if anyone besides Kaito knew it was him. "But I'm sort of uncomfortable and I really don't want to hurt them. How should I go about it?"

"Well, it depends on their pain tolerance." Tei flashed a quick smile before rubbing her face into Len's neck. "The more they can handle, the rougher you can be with them. Have you already done a session or two with them?"

"More than that. I just can't get used to it."

"How do they react?"

"Kind of creepy. Maybe it isn't just the blood play thing because their focus isn't on the blood; they're just an extreme masochist and any sort of pain is close to something that could get them off."

Tei laughed. "Wow, I wish I had someone like that." She poked Len's cheek. "How come you aren't into that sort of thing?"

Len frowned. "I don't enjoy pain."

"Kind of a letdown, but I love you anyway." Kaito coughed, and she continued. "Well, there's not much I can tell you based off of what you've told me. Do they encourage more pain or are they satisfied with what you give them?"

"They don't let me leave until they pass out."

Tei whistled. "Alright, that gives me a better idea. Do you get anything out of it?"

"Not really. I'm not a very good sadist."

"So they make you come in, rough them up a bit until they pass out, and then you leave?"

"Pretty much."

"That's so boring." Tei sighed. "Spice it up a bit. Don't wait for them to call you, jump them in the middle of the day, act like you're going to rape and kill them, really handle them rough. It sounds bad, but I know how this works. Take the initiative and do things how you want. It'll take them by surprise, sure, but it'll be more fun for them in the end."

Kaito frowned. "That would be good advice if I were actually into that sort of thing. I already told you that I'm not much of a sadist."

"Hm, I doubt that~"

Len shifted to the side, unable to support Tei's weight with his previous position any longer. Tei fluidly followed his movement, both arms firmly wrapped around his neck and cheek set to nuzzle against his.

Kaito sort of wished he could nuzzle with Gakupo like that.

"I know people," Tei continued when Kaito didn't say a word. "I know some really crazy, yet also fun, people who would jump and love to have a partner as reciprocating as yours seems to be. And I also know you. You're the type of person who wants things to happen but can never take action. You always just stand there and wait, most of the time resulting in nothing. But that's easily avoidable – you don't like your current situation but you also don't want to let your friend down. So isn't the answer obvious? Take things into your own initiative and do things the way you want. That way, you'll both be satisfied."

Kaito swallowed. "I guess, but I'm not sure I'm cut out for that sort of thing. Plus they've never really been interested in actually sexual acts… I just rough them up and leave."

"You never know until you try." She smiled once more, and it was all teeth.

A beep from Kaito's left wrist sounded, telling him the hour was up. "Thank you for your time, Tei. I think it's about time I left."

"No problem," Tei waved her hand. "Come back anytime. Tell me if Kiyoteru likes it or not, too."

"I-I never said it was - !"

"You didn't have to," she rolled her eyes. "Go on, get going now."

Kaito wasn't exactly sure what had possessed him and made him come to the town's designated public elementary school, but he found himself standing just outside the perimeter of the property's lawn, waiting.

It was recess time. Little children playfully ran and messed with each other, either unaware or ignoring the blue haired man standing just a bit away.

And standing just outside of the building, unaware of Kaito's presence completely, was Kiyoteru.

He's a bit lucky to have a job that requires him to wear formal clothing, Kaito mused. The long sleeves of his suit covered any and all injuries the blue haired man had inflicted onto him just the previous day. Kaito wondered what Kiyoteru did to treat himself; did he wrap all of his cuts with gauze or just place bandages over them? Did he still wear those bandages under his clothes while working?

Kiyoteru was very adamant about taking the bandages off himself right before they played again, so Kaito never saw for himself.

It was a bit risky, but he found himself easing onto school property. He didn't have a visitor's badge, the school was unaware of his trespassing. Somehow, it was a little exciting.

The children paid him no mind as he walked across the field. Just another nii-san passing by, one they could ignore as long as he meant no harm.

Kiyoteru himself didn't even notice Kaito's presence until the blue haired man was nearly right next to him. The teacher's response was nothing less than amusing; he nearly stumbled backwards over himself and his glasses shifted precariously on his nose. Pushing up the frames with two fingers, he stuttered over his words as he tried to get his bearings.

"W-w-what in the world are you doing here?!"

Kaito let all sorts of scenarios fill his head. He was the one in control here. If they were found out, all that would happen to Kaito was getting kicked out. Kiyoteru could (no, not could; would, definitely would) lose his job.

All of that was in Kaito's hands.

Without a word, he grabbed Kiyoteru's wrist (and didn't miss the flash of pain that crossed the teacher's face; it hadn't yet occurred to Kaito just how cute Kiyoteru could be sometimes) and nearly dragged him into the empty classroom.

"What are you doing?!" Kiyoteru asked in a hushed whisper, eyes frantically moving back and forth to check for any superiors. "Recess is going to end in fifteen minutes, I have to be out there to watch –"

"Don't care," Kaito whispered into his ear and, to hell with it, lightly bit down on the top of the cartilage.

Kiyoteru immediately went silent.

Kaito's hand moved down to the cuff of Kiyoteru's wrist and slowly rolled it up. He didn't have to roll far to see the white gauze with pink stains; Kiyoteru cleaned up well.

"Kaito, I'm serious," Kiyoteru mumbled. "This really isn't the time for – "

"My time never mattered to you before; I want to do this now."

He moved Kiyoteru from the classroom door (making sure to close it behind them) and forced him over the teacher's desk, bending him so that his chest was flat against the surface and his bottom rubbing against Kaito's groin.

Kiyoteru swallowed nervously and tried again. "Kaito, please, I –"

"What do you think of this?" Cutting him off, Kaito reached into his pants and pulled out a pocket knife (something he had learned to carry on him after learning of Kiyoteru's fetish), opening it and placing it against the teacher's soft throat. "One wrong move and I could cut you open and leave you here."

It was kind of strange; Kaito had never seen Kiyoteru look so scared. But there was also something in Kiyoteru's expression that screamed curiosity and interest – Kiyoteru didn't want Kaito to stop.

Interesting.

"Well, I couldn't do that. The kids never did anything wrong." Common sense seemed to flash in Kiyoteru's eyes the moment Kaito's words sent him back to reality and reminded him of where exactly they were. "But I can still play with you for the time being, right?"

He moved the blade away from Kiyoteru's neck and placed it down on the desk. With his now free hand, he grabbed the teacher's arms and forced them behind his back, pressing up. Kiyoteru hissed in pain, but he was now firmly pinned down.

Someone like him would definitely get off on that sort of thing.

Kaito rolled his hips up, rubbing himself against Kiyoteru's bottom. He hadn't really expected or planned to come here to get himself off, but it was too late now. Already he was half hard and he was finally beginning to realize why Tei loved being in control so much.

Though he had a better idea.

He moved himself away from Kiyoteru's back and allowed the teacher some slack. Letting go of Kiyoteru's arms, he reached around to untie his tie and use that to bind his arms instead so that his own hands would be free.

"Kaito, I really don't think – "

"Don't care what you think right now."

Once Kaito felt the tie was tight enough, he pulled Kiyoteru back from the desk and made him settle down on his knees. He unzipped his fly and pulled his underwear down just enough to have his now fully erect member fall out, positioned right in front of Kiyoteru's face.

Kiyoteru blinked. "Um…"

"You know what I want you to do with it," Kaito smirked. "Depending on how well you do, maybe there won't be a mess afterwards."

"What do you – "

"If you do a good enough job, then I'll come in your mouth and you can swallow. Easy clean up. If not, I'll pull out at the last minute and cum all over your glasses and face. Will you have enough time to clean that up before the kids come back in? Do you really want to risk that?"

Kiyoteru inhaled sharply and Kaito felt some sort of pleasure bubble up within him. He had never enjoyed being so commanding when Kiyoteru wanted him to, but doing it at his own leisure was something completely different.

Though Kaito had never considered any of their previous meetings as sexual encounters, anyway. This was just the next level up.

Kiyoteru frowned before hesitantly pressing his lips to the tip of Kaito's erection. Slowly he opened his mouth and started to nervously lick that tip – a gesture that immediately told Kaito that he had never given a blowjob before.

Well, Kiyoteru likes pain, right? So maybe it won't be so bad if I just…

Without warning, both of his hands gripped either side of Kiyoteru's head, fingers threading between the locks, and pulled the teacher forward, forcing him to take all of Kaito in his mouth in one go.

He started coughing immediately, and Kaito only pulled out enough to give him some room to breathe. Giving him only five seconds of rest, he then forced himself back in.

Kaito could already see the tears forming in Kiyoteru's eyes, but the teacher's face was also a light shade of pink. As his hands moved Kiyoteru's head back and forth, Kiyoteru started to become more responsive, getting used to the size in his mouth and starting to use his tongue to help it along.

It became easier to slide himself in and out as his dick got wetter. Every time he nearly pulled himself out, Kiyoteru's tongue flicked at the sensitive head, and every time he pushed himself back in, the teacher's tongue ran across the bottom, providing a nice friction that Kaito was really enjoying.

Kiyoteru's mouth was hot and wet. Kaito was used to masturbating, but he had never participated in a sexual act with someone else before. He found himself wanting more.

He moved his shoe and positioned it between Kiyoteru's legs, placing weight on his heel so that the front of it could rub against the teacher's groin. Kiyoteru made a noise and closed his eyes shut, suddenly putting more fervor into the blow job.

When Kaito let his hands fall away from either side of the teacher's head, Kiyoteru continued to move by himself.

The blue haired man felt himself getting closer to release. As his pleasure increased, he placed more pressure on his foot, practically stomping on Kiyoteru's groin. The teacher's eyes fluttered open but Kaito could tell they were distant and unfocused. Another stomp and the noise Kiyoteru made almost sounded full of pleasure.

He really does get off on pain.

Before he knew it, Kaito's orgasm had come. He bit his lip and released into Kiyoteru's mouth, pushing hard between the teacher's legs with his hands clamped down onto his shoulders. When he slowly pulled out, a trail of cum dribbled down Kiyoteru's chin. The teacher looked dazed but managed to swallow most of it and wiped away what he couldn't.

Kaito was feeling satisfied yet itchy for more at the same time.

He stepped away from Kiyoteru but was sure to untie the bonds holding his wrists together. Kiyoteru looked too out of it to retie the tie himself, so Kaito did it for him. Once that was done, Kaito let out a sigh and stepped away, remembering to put his pocket knife back in his pants.

"I guess I should probably get going now – "

"W-wait."

He looked down and saw Kiyoteru struggling to support himself, his legs shaking precariously as he used the desk to try and pick himself up. If Kaito thought his face looked pink before, it was completely red now. "I-I'm… I'm not –"

It didn't take long for Kaito to realize what he was trying to say.

He didn't reach his orgasm.

And suddenly, Kaito felt evil.

"That's a shame, Kiyoteru," he smiled sweetly, but he knew to Kiyoteru he probably looked like the devil. "I think I'm already spent for now. What are you going to do about it?"

"Y-you… you – "

The bell rang, signaling that recess was over. And at that same moment, Kaito realized that fifteen minutes go by way too quickly.

"Ah, you have a class to teach. They're just kids, so they probably won't think anything's wrong. Lucky you, huh?"

Kiyoteru was at a loss for words. If Kaito didn't know any better, he would say that Kiyoteru even looked like he was about to cry.

Well, I'd cry too if I was harshly preventing from coming like that.

The door opened and little kids started filing in one by one. One of the girls was one Kaito recognized instantly: Kaai Yuki, the top student of her class and Kiyoteru's favorite (Kiyoteru didn't like to admit that he had a favorite but it was so obvious from the way he always talked about her).

She took one glance at her teacher before her eyes turned to Kaito, and for some reason Kaito felt like she instantly understood what had just transpired between them. It gave Kaito an uncomfortable sort of feeling; the girl was only nine years old and was in third grade. She couldn't know about that sort of thing at such a young age, could she?

Suddenly Yuki gave him a disarming smile, and Kaito dropped all doubts. She did know. There was no way she didn't.

"Kiyoteru-sensei," she started, walking up to her red faced teacher. "If you aren't feeling well, maybe you should take the rest of the day off? Megurine-sensei can lead the rest."

A voluptuous woman with long pink hair entered the classroom, and Kaito figured that was Megurine-sensei. She was beautiful and probably someone Kaito would seriously consider flirting with if he were into women.

Before she could open her mouth the moment she spotted him, Kaito bowed. "It's time for me to leave. Thank you for the material, Kiy – er, Hiyama-san."

What a grown man needed material from an elementary school teacher for, Kaito didn't know. Before Megurine-sensei could question him, he dipped out of the class and made a run for it.

Kaito had never imagined himself as a sadist before the whole Kiyoteru thing happened, but his mind was beginning to wonder, wonder just how far he could actually go.

Kiyoteru already didn't mind being cut up. He willingly, invitingly, allowed himself to be cut and scarred with that knife. Anywhere was fine – thin, fine cuts running up and down his arms and legs and torso, and especially his back where he couldn't see the next slice coming.

But Kaito didn't think that Kiyoteru actually got any sexual satisfaction out of it. It was definitely a fetish for the teacher, but it seemed more to be a way of coping than actual pleasure.

That was what Kaito disliked.

He didn't like being Kiyoteru's toy, doing things to him because he was too scared to do it himself. Every time he went over to Kiyoteru's apartment, he was forced to look at the hundreds of scars that had already healed over but would never completely go away – scars that Kaito himself had inflicted upon him. He tried not to cut too deep but Kiyoteru was insistent that the blue haired man could not hurt him.

It bothered Kaito to no end.

But the events that had occurred earlier that day were definitely fun. Taking his own initiative, forcing Kiyoteru to submit to his own whims instead of the other way around for once…

I guess I have Tei to thank for that, he thought, scratching at his head. I'll buy her a whip or something. Though she probably already owned twenty.

And it wasn't like Kiyoteru didn't get anything out of it, either. Despite not taking sexual pleasure from being used as knife practice (at least, as far as Kaito knew), he definitely was aroused when Kaito had his way earlier. So if Kaito could take that a few steps further…

… Well, Kiyoteru would have nothing to complain about.

Kaito absentmindedly took out the pocket knife and flicked it over. He ran a finger over the blade and winced slightly as it nicked the skin, watching the blood slowly ooze out.

He didn't understand what Kiyoteru saw in this.

But what he did understand was that the power and dominance rush he felt earlier that day were definitely pleasurable, and definitely something he wouldn't mind doing again.

"Guess I'm paying Kiyoteru's apartment a visit tomorrow."

a/n: twoshot. i said i'd write another pairing but here's kaikiyo again oops. also with a dash of teilen because that pairing is surprisingly sparse.

i love kiyoteru too much… he's kind of weird here though, ahah.