Within the darkened room upon the highest balcony living space of the Obelisk Blue Dorms, two shadowed individuals wormed under the sheets, soft sounds could be heard every once in a while, but for the most part, both were very careful to keep quiet. As hot as they got, they could not risk their relationship being found out...

Bony but ginger fingers undid the buttons of his partner's work shirt, revealing a chest and abs of a generally warmer skin tone, evidence of Lyman Banner's love of nature, despite having a reputation around campus for being a basement-dwelling alchemy-nerd. His raven black hair was draped over the many pillows of different embroideries, with some strands of his long bangs falling over his face. Other articles of clothing left on Lyman were his loose red tie laid out over his bare chest and square glasses perched on his pointed nose and in the glares of the moonlight temporarily hiding his red eyes behind delicate slits.

Goosebumps rose over his now top bare body after his work shirt was quickly slipped out from under him and tossed to the floor and a hand of a paler nature raked glossy manicured nails down his bare chest and stomach. Banner whimpered a little with the sly eyes of the other male straddling him burning back down onto him.

"Hmmmm… why must you be so tormenting, Doctor?" Banner asked in a weak little voice on the verge of begging.

But that was just what Vellian Crowler wanted: begging for mercy from this lowly Red Dorm professor of alchemy.

"Oh, but Signore Banner," Dr. Crowler spoke in a half-singsong half-sinister tone. "You forget that I live to torment Slifers."

Vellian sat up on his knobby knees in the darkness of his opulent room, bathed in moonlight, and (as eloquently as he could) slipped off his short pink poka-dot boxers; as Lyman began to smirk at such boxers, the lanky Italina man pinning him to the large bed issued a smooth warning:

"Best of you not to laugh at my under-attire, Banner. Yours is not exactly what one would expect from a respected professor here."

And Crowler knew he was right as Banner glanced, sheepishly, down at his own Garfield the Cat boxers, which the Obelisk dug his fingers under the waistband and slipped them off. The "good" Doctor tossing them to the hardwood floor, where their other clothes were strewn about. He smirked as he said,

"Tisk-tisk. Such inappropriate attire of my esteemed school; it looks like I'll have to teach you a lesson. Take this, my silk shirt…"

Dr. Crowler fingered at the loose unbuttoned pink shirt with long sleeves and floppy collar. Banner was instantly tantalized by the soft pink fabric that framed the porcelain white body within it, that his fingers itched to caress. Taking the Doctor's cue, Lyman stroked his hands up the sides of Crowler's warm torso, earning Banner a hum of delight; making his way slowly up to the shoulders, Layman slipped the shirt off of Vellian, fully uncovering him.

It was interesting to note how the paler, lanky Italian man was surprisingly more fit and toned of them both; but perhaps that could be explained by Dr. Crowler's double-life as Duel Academy's resident ninja...

Shaking his head out a little, Dr. Crowler began to fix some of the loose strands of his blond hair, which garnered a chuckle from Banner; Crowler gave Banner a rather threatening but sly look and whispered to him just what he thought was so funny, to which Banner could only lament how amazing it was that, even in their moment in lust, Vellian just had to keep his hair looking perfect. Before Banner could laugh again, his lips were caught and pinched shut by sharp, manicured nails as Dr. Crowler issued a devious message from his glossy purple lips:

"If I didn't love you, Banner, I would get rid of you, na no ne." Then Dr. Crowler took Banner's head in his pale hand, slipping Banner's square glasses off while smirking and saying: "But since this really seems to bug you, Slifer, I'll let you have your fun this time..."

And with that, Dr. Crowler closed his deep blue eyes and dove in for a kiss, his fingers finding their way into Banner's long thick raven hair, playing with the long jagged locks that framed his lean face; Prof. Banner met this with his own fingers diving into and playing in Dr. Crowler's soft cornhusk hair, even twirling his long thick rattail that hung from the nape of his neck. Their kissing evolved deeper in passion as the two pressed their bodies into one another, creating some strong friction within their groins.

Now both fully naked, Crowler took hold of some of his bed sheets and dragged them over the two of them, surrounding them in a sea of blue.

In the dark of their comfortable den, they continued their oral foreplay, their kisses becoming breathless as Crowler broke off to catch his while Banner took the opportunity to take hold of the other teacher's hips, kissing at Crowler's soft neck. Moaning beautifully, Crowler could feel himself growing stiff and coming into contact with that of the other man's; he dug his nails into Banner's chest muscles, winning a moan from the man beneath him. Crowler rested his head right beside his lover's, grinning, tweaking Banner's hardening brown nipples; as he felt Lyman's hands rubbing his back, Vellian reached a hand down until he was able to take hold of one of the two stiffening forms pressed together. Another moan issued from Lyman as he could feel himself being worked on, his shaft becoming like the stem of a tree reaching for the sky.

Vellian grinned as he felt his lover's pressure against his stomach, and his own girth was holding its own; the Doctor hummed a little melody as he continued to work his partner, gripping both their organs together in a show of unity. It was getting close, both men were sweating under the sheets with anticipation, their breaths quickening. Just then there was a moment in time where the moon outside Dr. Crowler's large bay window came out from hiding in the thick covers of that night's overcast, shedding silvery light into the fancy Blue living quarters; Dr. Crowler, fearing he may pass out from lack of fresh outside air and the pace, reached over and pulled back a corner of the sheets, allowing himself and his secret lover to bathe in the moonlight in their passion.

They caught each other's gaze. Dr. Crowler took in Banner's sleek looks, his raven black hair so thick and long, his eyes so mysterious in their simple slits, his skin a light tan and slight muscles like hills to ride upon. And Banner drank in Dr. Crowler's narcissistic perfectionism: his cropped and styled blond hair, the long lovely rat-tail that hung over his shoulder, his lean long-limbed self wrapped in porcelain skin, his surprising musculature leading up to that masculine jaw and cheekbones were aborted by those crescent-moon earrings, mascara and that bright purple lipstick; those normally-stern blue eyes used endlessly by the good Doctor to cut down his slacking students were unusually soft and lovely as Banner gazed into them.

Their smiles to one another were simply too infectious. This was their little secret...

Banner shouldn't expect no less from this egomaniac of a significantly higher class; Dr. Crowler grinned wolfishly down at the be-speckled German man as he imagined all the expressive Italian synonyms he would use to describe what he was going to do to him. Only in his most private literary refuge hidden well in his Obelisk Office could the Head Professor and Director of Techniques relive his personal sexual escapades. And Vellian figured it must have been true of the other teachers as well.

This had been going on for what seems like the entire year, I have almost forgotten how it started… Dr. Crowler would later write. Of course that could also have something to do with all the other "instances" that have taken place at our grand academia (something about Ginzo and a monkey?). Whatever the matter, I'm sure that won't be the only odd occurrence the faculty and myself will have to deal with when it comes to Duel Monsters, but either way the school rules are quite clear when it comes to relationships within Academy ground. Not that I felt I was above the rules, mine you, but even a clear-minded man such as I could be swept up in the throttle of life, and my handsome body yearned for a little attention, even if it was from the most unexpected sources.

I suppose I have some explaining to do, so I might as well start somewhere, na no ne…