Okay, I know this is short and probably sucked, but I was in a hurry.

'It's not wrong to like your teacher, right? I mean, you can have a small crush, right? It's not like I'm-'

"Snap out of it!" A sharp slap to the head brought him out of his thoughts.

"What the hell Demyx?" Roxas whispered, holding the back of his head.

Demyx laughed, continuing jotting down notes. "Stop daydreaming. I've been trying to get your attention for hours. Start taking notes."

"I'm not! And we haven't been in here for hours," Roxas replyed, pouting a little. "I'm thinking."

'His touch was enough to send him crazy. Ghostly kisses were sent all over his body as he discarded his shirt. Hot, calloused hands traveled to his pants, teasing. He whined, the person laughed. Finally, his hand went farther, grasping roughly. He screamed out, not used to this kind of pleasure. The hand pumped harder and harder until he stopped him. "Not here," he said, motioning to the desk. Smiling, he was carried over, placed down on his back. Kisses, licks, bites were sent all over his chest, neck. Grabbing onto his lover he rode out the pain, which was switched with pleasure. "Nnngh," he groaned, digging his nails into his shoulders. "Axel..." he moaned lightly. "AXEL!"

His friend smiled. "About what? Hot art teacher sex with a certain red headed beauty?"

"WHAT?!"

"Boys, if you want a conversation, you can see me after class." Their history teacher, Mrs. Strife, said, barely glancing up from the text book she was writing notes from. Demyx, who decided to have a little bit more fun, started writing notes to him.

'Roxas likes his teacher!'

'Do not!'

'Roxas likes his teacher!'

'I do not!'

'Roxas likes his-'

"So, Roxas likes his teacher, huh?"

The two boys turned around. Mrs. Strife was standing there with her arms crossed and two sheets of paper in her hand.

"I believe," she said, handing the boys the sheets, "that detention will help your teacher problem a lot."

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"I can't believe I have detention." Roxas grumbled, putting his head down on his arms. Beside him, Demyx laughed.

"It's your fault." He said, smiling.

"It is not!" Roxas replyed, jumping up. "If YOU didn't hit me and PASS those stupid notes, none of this would have happened!"

"What wouldn't have happened?"

Roxas crossed his arms, glaring at Demyx. "Nice try, you suck at impersonations."

Demyx's smile grew wider. "You got me."

"So, why are you two in detention when its in my class?"

Demyx waved the question off. "Because a certain 'somebody'," he said, glaring back at Roxas, "decided to daydream and get us in trouble."

Roxas dropped his arms, his glare turned into confusion. "Okay, Demyx, seriously how are you doing that?"

"So basically, Roxas was being stupid?"

Demyx chuckled. "Yeah, basically."

Roxas's eyes grew wide. "How the hell are you doing that?"

"Roxas, stop being stupid in class. And Demyx isn't doing that, turn around."

Roxas just stood there, taking everything in.

Demyx sighed, staring past him. "It takes a while for it to set in, it's the same for Sora too."

"Right."

"Three, two, one."

"HEY!" Roxas yelled, turning around. "I'm not stupid! And I never acted that wa-"

His mouth dropped. The person in front of him laughed.

"Dear Roxas, that's no way to talk to your teacher."

His mouth opened and closed, trying to form words. He turned around to Demyx, who waved, then to his teacher, who just sat on a desk smiling. After a few moments of going back and forth, he grabbed his bag and walked out the door.

Who's the teacher? Its none other than you'll find out next chapter! But if you look up to the first part, you kinda get the clue...