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Chapter 2
"I'm Going To Hell"
I narrowed my eyes. I was angry, and I desperately wanted to take that anger out on someone, but I tried to keep my voice under control as I said, "He told me he wasn't in any danger. He said the drug just made him dumb and horny."
Realization spread over Cloud's face. He stood up, shaking his head and making a disgusted sound in the back of his throat. "He took goddamn Phantom, Leon."
"Phantom?" I repeated. "What the hell is that?"
"The street name of the newest cocktail drug in Hollow Bastion. Too much of it will kill you, like any drug, but a little just makes you limp and ridiculously aroused. It's typically for gang bangs. One person takes it, and everyone else fucks them."
I made a face. "What about gang rape?" I asked.
Riku echoed me, sounding delirious. "Yeah, what about gang rape, baby?"
Cloud shook his head. "Not usually. It's damn expensive, and if you want to knock someone out you can use Ecstasy or Ketamine. I mean, you don't have to arouse someone to rape them."
I nodded. I was beginning to wonder what the fuck had really been going on back in the club. Maybe I'd crashed a party Riku had actually been enjoying.
"So…what do we do with him?" I asked tiredly. I was guessing he'd just need to sleep it off, but Cloud was suddenly scratching his head uncomfortably.
"Uh…about that…"
"Cloud?" I prompted, my voice a warning.
We both looked at Riku. His light, amused mumbling had turned to whimpering, and he was writhing on his back. Well, as much as he could writhe. His muscles still didn't seem to be working right. The look on his face was pained and frightening.
"What's wrong with him?" I demanded.
Cloud knelt back down next to him. "By any chance, do you think the kid managed to get off at all before you got there?"
"Huh?" I grunted, wondering if I'd heard correctly.
"Had he gotten off? Had he cum? The drug needs to be emptied out of his system. That's how you release Phantom."
"You're telling me I have jerk my student off?"
"Basically." Cloud cracked a wry grin. "At least he's cute."
I had to agree with him there, however grudgingly. The silvery hair was one of the most interesting colors I'd ever seen on a man, and the boy's pink lips looked inviting, parted as they were, letting out delicate little whimpers. His body was at that slender state between adolescence and adulthood. Absolutely gorgeous.
"I can't," I said after a moment. "I can't touch my student. That would just be…unprofessional."
Cloud snorted. "Unprofessional is right. But something's got to get the drug out of him, Leon, or he'll end up with prostatic congestion."
I raised an eyebrow. "Say what?"
"Blue balls."
"Oh," I said. Whatever. I wasn't a fucking health teacher.
"Do you want me to do it?" Cloud asked.
I squeezed my eyes shut. "Yes."
Cloud nodded simply, as if I hadn't just asked him to touch a seventeen year old. He knelt back down in front of the couch, pulling Riku's shirt up and unzipping his fly. His dick popped out like it was on a spring, red and painful-looking.
I ran my fingers through my hair, wondering if I should leave the room. The only thing worse than having to watch your boyfriend jerk off one of your students is actually wanting to watch your boyfriend jerk off one of your students.
"Jesus, he's hard," Cloud commented.
I groaned. "Could you not say shit like that, maybe?"
Cloud glanced back at me, blue eyes wide with confusion. It was like the doctor in him didn't really see what my problem was. Someone needed to be treated, and he'd do it, didn't matter what it was. I flatly refused to let myself watch—forced my eyes down to the pale carpeting. Of course, I couldn't block out the sound of Cloud's hand moving on hard, wet flesh, or the little whimpers that began at once and became constant.
I couldn't help it, I had to look up. Riku's eyes were open, but he wasn't looking at Cloud. Those sea-green, unfocused pupils were trained right on me. His face was creased by something that looked more akin to pain than pleasure. It didn't take very long before he let out a strangled shout, face scrunching up. Then everything loosened, the tension draining from his neck and shoulders and his expression turning to one of vague satisfaction.
He muttered a curse, slowly lifting a hand to run it through his hair. He only got about halfway before exhaustion seemed to take over. His arm fell across his chest and his luminous eyes slipped shut.
Cloud rose to his feet. "I'm gonna go clean up." He glanced back down at Riku's sleeping form. "You should get him some blankets or something."
He didn't meet my eyes.
What? What was wrong with him suddenly? Was he maybe bothered that he'd been turned on by jerking Riku off? Or had he realized how turned on I had been just thinking about it?
I tried to put the thought out my mind, but it gnawed at me as I covered Riku with a dark blue blanket from the closet beside the laundry room, turned out the light, and retreated up the stairs. Cloud was still in the bathroom when I opened the door to our room. Technically, it was my room—Cloud had one down the hall. The two of us had moved into this house about a year and a half ago, originally intending to be roommates. Just roommates. That had been blown to hell in about forty-eight hours. Cloud had apparently been unable to prevent himself from climbing into the shower with me, and it had all taken off from there.
I had no idea how much longer it was going to last. I was going to Traverse Town for my Master's in two weeks, and Cloud wasn't coming with me. His med-school was here, in Hollow Bastion.
The odd part was that I didn't feel too bad about this. As strange as it sounds, I felt more guilty for not caring that I was leaving, than I was over the leaving itself.
I collapsed into bed, not bothering to untwist the sheets. It was nearly five o'clock in the goddamn morning, and I had to be at the high school at seven-thirty. I had no idea what I was going to do with Riku. He probably wouldn't be in any shape to go into class, but I couldn't just leave Mr. Juvenile Delinquent alone in my house.
I sighed, rolling onto my side as the bathroom door opened, spilling a rectangle of light over me for a moment, before Cloud flipped the switch. We were plunged into forgiving darkness. I felt him spoon up against my back, tucking his chin into the curve of my shoulder.
"You did really good, Leon," he muttered in my ear. "I'm glad you got to that kid in time."
"Yeah," I said distractedly.
I don't know what it was, but I just couldn't shake the feeling whatever I had done tonight had opened a door to a dark, crazy world. One I wouldn't be able to escape without some internal scarring.
When I woke up two hours later, Cloud was already gone. His first class on Fridays was a biology lab, and it began around seven. I rubbed my eyes with the back of my hands, rolling out of bed and stumbling to the bathroom.
I took one look in the mirror and groaned. I looked like shit, really and truly. There were dark half-moons under my eyes, a reminder of the sleep I hadn't gotten the night before. My hair, which was currently in desperate need of a trim, was lank and tangled. That's what happened when you had long hair and don't put a shitload of product in it. Cloud had hair that was fucking ridiculous—I had no idea what he did to make it stick up like that.
I showered for a good quarter of an hour, letting the almost too-hot water wash away the knots in my back and shoulders, all the stress I'd amounted last night. It had been odd, to say the very least. That was something no teacher ever wanted to see his student mixed up in. Whether or not said teacher was currently having less than professional thoughts about said student was completely erroneous to the point.
When I finally stomped down the stairs, in a pair of jeans and a black T-shirt (casual Friday) I was already running late. I swore, making a beeline for the kitchen and the coffee maker. I froze in the doorway.
Riku was sitting at my kitchen table, feet up, paper opened to the Politics section. He was currently sipping from a dark blue mug with a gold Hollow Bastion University logo on it. My mug.
"Morning, teach," he greeted me without looking up. "Did you know the government is fucked?"
I decided not to ask until I'd had my coffee. At least then I'd be more likely to keep my temper. I substituted my usual mug with a red one, deciding I'd take the stuff black this morning. Riku turned a page of the paper and I glanced back at him finally, not really wanting to deal with this.
His hair was tousled and he was a little pale, but apart from that he looked quite normal. Not at all like someone who'd been on drugs and almost ass-raped the night before. He was still wearing the tight, slightly stained jeans from the night before, though he'd discarded his black vest and was now in one of Cloud's older T-shirts. Cloud might have given it to him on his way out the door, or maybe he'd just taken the initiative and dug it out of the wash.
"Riku—," I began, but I was promptly cut off as he put down the paper and asked:
"Do you have any peanut butter?"
I opened and closed my mouth a couple times. "Huh?"
"I'm craving peanut butter. And powdered donuts." He frowned. "Weird, huh?"
I took another gulp of coffee. I didn't have the time to delve into the inner workings of Riku Erickson's issues.
"I need to get to class, Riku. You coming with me or not?"
He set the paper down and stretched. "Yeah, sure. Lemme get my shoes."
It was almost unnerving just how normal Riku was behaving. I don't know what I had been expecting, possibly a foul-mouthed, authority hating, inept son of a bitch. In other words, a stereotype.
But apart from fucking with my radio pre-sets, Riku just kicked back in the front seat of my car, tapping a finger against the window and singing along quietly to the Ramones. I couldn't stop myself from glancing over at him from time to time, stealing quick looks of his profile whenever I paused at stop signs and red lights.
"Your hair's a disaster," I said after a few minutes, and about halfway to the high school.
Riku flipped down the visor mirror and grimaced. "Yeah. Looks like I got fucked pretty good."
I didn't know what to say to that, partly because he was my student and partly because, well…what did you say to that? I wondered if he remembered what had happened the night before. If he did, he didn't seem to be particularly bothered by it. Maybe it happened a lot.
Whatever the case, the drug had apparently been washed out of his system by now. The only evidence that he had partied hard the night before were the darkish circles under his eyes and the bite marks covering the left side of his neck and collarbone.
I desperately wanted to say something teacherly and wise to him, but all I could come up with was, "You okay?"
Riku glanced over at me. His eyes were more green than blue now that I could see them in the daylight.
"What? Oh, sure. No problem." He smiled easily, like he was trying to reassure a skittish animal. "Thanks, by the way."
"For?" I wanted to hear him say it, even if I knew exactly what it was I'd done for him.
"A place to crash. My aunt would have freaked out if I'd come home like that. Of course, she was most likely already drunk off her ass," he added as an afterthought.
"No problem," I said grudgingly. "Is that all?"
The flavor of Riku's smile shifted slightly. "I'd say thanks for the handjob, but I wouldn't want to make you uncomfortable or anything."
I forced my eyes to remain on the road. From Riku's tone I could tell there wasn't anything more in the world he wanted than to make me feel uncomfortable. And by god, it was working. It wasn't just that he was nearly a decade younger than me, he was my student, for Christ sake. I was his teacher, an authority figure. Someone he should be able to trust.
"You should be thanking Cloud, not me," I said gruffly, turning into the school parking lot. "He's the one who did it. He said it was, uh, necessary."
"And how necessary it was," Riku mused, his eyes now scanning the swarm of students ambling across the crosswalk. "Thanks for the ride, Leon," he said, using the nickname only my closest friends used. Before I could say anything, he was bounding out of the car, waving his arms at a skinny, redheaded boy smoking a cigarette beneath the 'Drugfree School Zone' sign.
"Hey, Axel, you asswipe! Where the fuck were you last night?"
He slammed the door shut and I watched as he ambled across the grass to his friend. He moved with a kind of casual elegance, something some don't achieve until well into their college years, and most don't achieve at all. I was so engrossed with watching him that I didn't notice the crosswalk was clear, until the car behind me honked loudly. I glanced in my rearview mirror, sighing as I recognized the vice principal.
Great, just what I needed. The administration catching me staring at my student's ass.
The school day was a bit on the surreal side. I marched into my classroom about two seconds before the bell rang, greeted with some enthusiastic cajoling. Students just love it when you're lazier than they are. My first class was Ancient and Medieval Philosophy, and it was level B, meaning only upper classman who've passed Intro to Philosophy can take it.
Riku was in my last class of the day, Modern History. Unsurprisingly, he didn't show. Sora seemed concerned.
"Is he okay?" he practically gasped as soon as the final bell had rung.
I raised an eyebrow. "He seemed fine. I brought him in with me this morning, but it looks like he may have cut."
Sora sank into a desk in the front row, burying his hands in his spiky hair. His lips were drawn together in a pout, his face the picture of adorable anguish. "I don't know what's gonna happen to him, Mr. Leonhart! I mean, he's failing every class but art, he smokes like a pack a day, and he's always going off and fu—." He gave me a slightly apologetic look. "Always off having sex with—people."
I was almost certain he was about to say 'guys', but at the last moment had thought better of it. I don't know why. It was an established fact that I was the only homosexual on the staff. They'd wanted me to head the goddamn GSA for chrissake. I didn't go in for all that stuff, but I could definitely understand going out and fucking guys. I'd done it on a regular basis myself in the wild days of my youth. Right.
"The drugs aren't a good idea, Sora," I agreed, "And I'd really like it if his grades were better, but there isn't really anything I can do. You're his best friend. If you think what he's doing is wrong, make him stop."
Sora looked at me for a few moments, eyes wide, as if trying to figure out what I was all about. Finally, he said, "It's not that simple."
I crossed my arms over my chest. "I didn't say it was simple, I didn't even say it was necessary. Far be it for me to tell anyone what they should and shouldn't do."
Shaking his head a little, Sora gave me an almost incredulous look. "You sure are a philosophy teacher, Mr. Leonhart." He hitched his backpack up on one shoulder, leaving me to ponder whether or not that was a good thing.
I had just finished packing together my stuff for the weekend. I'd closed the blinds and turned back to lock my desk drawer, when I was greeted by a not altogether unexpected guest.
"Hey, Leon."
Riku had kicked back in my desk chair, feet up, one hand behind his head, the other tapping a lit cigarette. I nearly groaned.
"Erickson, I appreciate that you're a rebel, but in the name of god put out the damn cigarette. If I can't smoke in here, you can't."
Riku raised a silver eyebrow. "Ooh, cute and tough," he crooned, blowing out smoke.
"Riku…" I warned in my best disciplinary voice which, according to Cloud, was pretty weak.
"Okay, okay," Riku laughed, taking one last drag. He pressed the tip of the cigarette to his bare palm, pain not even registering on his face. It left a round, shiny red mark to match the ones on his chest. Could I now add masochism to Riku's list of little oddities?
"What are you doing here?" I asked tiredly. "It's after hours. If you're not even going to be here for my class I'd prefer you didn't show your face at all."
"Aw, you're just saying that 'cause they make you." Riku put his other hand behind his head, now the picture of luxuriant repose. "You really do want me around."
"Oh yeah, why's that?" I tried for bored and succeeded. I hoped.
Riku smirked casually at me. "Because I'm sexy as hell and the best eye candy you're liable to get all day."
"Cocky," I commented.
"You have no idea."
True, my stomach was bubbling embarrassingly at the sight of Riku tossed so wantonly over my desk chair, but otherwise I was unimpressed. The kid was practically throwing himself at me. We could both get into serious shit for this. I could see it in his eyes, the way he was just daring me to take him up on the offer, to bend him over my desk and fuck that sexy little ass until—
I swallowed. It was official. I'm going to hell.
I sighed. "Okay, Riku. I'll see you next—."
He jumped up out of my chair, brushing cigarette ash off his pants. "Wanna give me a ride home?"
"Not particularly," I answered, hefting my bag onto my shoulder and brushing my hair back behind my ears. "But I don't suppose you're going to let that stop you?"
He grinned. "You already know me way too well. Shall we?" He offered me his arm. I snorted, ignoring it and leading the way down the hall.
End of chapter two! Reviews are greatly appreciated!!
