Chapter two

Ritsuka could only stare at the man sitting at the teacher desk in the far corner on the room. I must be hallucinating this, he thought, but a glance at the whiteboard told him differently. Soubi's name was written in blue marker, making it obvious that he was their new teacher.

What the hell are you doing here? Ritsuka wanted to ask, staring wide-eyed at his new teacher. How could he have gotten this job? Soubi could never keep a job for more than a month. There was no way a school like this could hire someone with a job history like his. Secondly, Soubi couldn't teach kids. He wasn't a pedophile like everyone made him out to be. In fact, he didn't even like kids. He wouldn't be able to teach them.

Soubi glanced up from whatever he was doing and met Ritsuka's eyes, flashing a brilliant, knowing smile at him. Ritsuka glared at him, his face going red just as the other kids started filing in. He quickly took his seat in the back, watching as the girls in the class took the front seats, whispering still about their new teacher.

Now he'd never pass this class and he'd have to take it again next year. Soubi would be extremely distracting to have as a teacher, especially when Ritsuka was this attracted to him. He should just drop the class now.

"Good morning, class!" Ritsuka groaned a little and put his head down on the desk at Soubi's enthusiastic voice. He heard footsteps and he assumed that Soubi had moved to the front of the classroom. "I'm your new teacher. I assume you all know that your old teacher ran off after being chased by loan sharks."

Soubi could be an idiot, but he obviously knew that he wasn't supposed to say anything about what happened to their old teacher. Ritsuka rolled his eyes, keeping his head down, his kitten ears flattening against his head.

"This is my first time teaching high schoolers," Soubi went on, making his second mistake. The boys in the class would strive to terrorize him since this was his first year teaching and he had willingly admitted it. "I only teach two periods of students."

He did this on purpose! Ritsuka looked up again, glaring at Soubi. He took this class period on purpose! Ritsuka had told Soubi of his teacher running off and he had also said what period he took art. He had never expected Soubi to do this! He knew that Soubi was crazy, but this was just insane!

Ritsuka pulled out a piece of paper from his stack of books and wrote in all capital English letters 'WHY ARE YOU HERE?' The kid that sat next to him stared, though he obviously didn't read English. Soubi did, on the other hand, so he'd be able to understand Ritsuka's distress.

Soubi soon instructed the kids to draw whatever was on their minds as he explained class rules and went over what the semester would be like. Ritsuka was unable to take his mind off of Soubi and how attractive he looked today, dressed up all nice and… Ritsuka shook his head, trying to clear his mind of all those dirty thoughts that were trying to resurface.

Soubi and Ritsuka were extremely emotionally close, which had recently led to them getting physically closer. The first time anything had happened between the two of them (of course, Ritsuka had been having sexual fantasies about a year prior) was when Soubi had gotten home from his last mercenary job, one that had taken Soubi away from nearly a month with only the notorious text message every few days. It had only been about a week and a half ago and it still made Ritsuka blush every time he thought about it.

Ritsuka had gotten done with treating Soubi's many wounds and had been sitting on top of him, kissing him to take some of the pain away. One thing had led to another and before Ritsuka knew it, Ritsuka was yelling out in pleasure as Soubi rubbed his cock and grinded him from behind.

"Are you sick, Aoyagi-san?" Ritsuka hadn't even realized that he had put his head down on his desk again until Soubi had spoken. "Do you need to go to the nurse?"

"No, Sou—" Ritsuka caught himself quickly before saying Soubi's first name. Strangely enough, Soubi had never used any sort of honorific with him, not even when they met. Ritsuka had done the same. In fact, the only time Soubi ever added something to someone's name was when the other person did it or if he had to (such as calling a teacher 'sensei'). In a classroom environment, though, Ritsuka wouldn't be able to call Soubi 'Soubi', and Soubi couldn't call Ritsuka 'Ritsuka'. They would have to settle for 'Aoyagi-san' and 'Agatsuma-sensei'. "…Agatsuma-sensei. I'm feeling fine."

That, if anything, was a complete fabrication. The memory of the night from a week and a half ago had left Ritsuka hot and bothered and with a raging erection that was already quite uncomfortable. Ritsuka wasn't fine. He was confused and frustrated that Soubi had gotten a teaching job here, and, to add onto his list of current issues, he had a hard-on in the middle of class! Could this day get any worse?

"Can I see what you drew, then?" Soubi's voice was gentle, yet firm. He gently tugged the paper out of Ritsuka's hands. Ritsuka glared at him, as he hadn't wanted Soubi to see the terribly drawn butterfly he had sketched so that he wouldn't get a bad grade. Then again…that was the paper Ritsuka had written on.

Soubi's expression turned more serious once he read the words and he silently wrote back a reply, handing the paper back to Ritsuka and moving on to the next student. Below Ritsuka's question Soubi had written in perfect English 'I'm here to protect you'. Next to it, Soubi had written in Japanese 'see me after class.' The boy sitting next to Ritsuka laughed, leaning over to read the Japanese part and then said something to his friend. Ritsuka shot them both dirty looks.

The bell rang and the class rushed out, overly excited for the freshman lunch period. Ritsuka stayed in his seat, refusing to get up since his arousal still hadn't gone away. He watched Soubi cross the room and shut the door and then turn to him.

"Are you mad?"

Ritsuka sighed. "I was," He told him. 'I'm here to protect you' Soubi had wrote, telling Ritsuka in five words why he was there. There was someone in the area after Ritsuka. Soubi had somehow gotten this job so that he could make sure that the threat wasn't in the school. "But not anymore. Though…I am wondering how the hell you got here."

Soubi looked at him innocently, "I drove." Ritsuka couldn't help but to smile. Leave it to Soubi to make some smart-ass remark in a situation where it didn't belong.

"That's not what I meant," Ritsuka crossed his legs, attempting to hide his arousal from Soubi.

"I got Ritsu to do it," Soubi looked disgusted when he said Ritsu's name, just like always. "Ritsuka," Ritsuka was squirming in his seat a little, failing to take notice of the smirk on Soubi's lips. "Come here."

"N-No!" Ritsuka said a little too fast. He shut his eyes tightly, thinking about some math equation to take his mind off of how good Soubi's hands would feel on him right about now. He was concentrating so hard that he didn't hear Soubi come up behind him.

"It's not good to get a hard-on in school, Ritsuka," Ritsuka's eyes shot open again at Soubi's deep voice in his ear and he fought back a groan. This was all Soubi's fault anyways…

"Shut up," Ritsuka groaned, feeling Soubi press a few kisses on his neck. This was just making it worse.

"I'll take care of it," Soubi whispered in his kitten ear, nipping at it. "This is your lunch period, right? You can have half of my lunch when we're done, if you want." Ritsuka looked down, embarrassed by how much he actually wanted to spend this school period with Soubi. He slowly nodded, and Soubi took his hand and pulled him upwards, pushing him against the wall in the far corner of the room and kissing him. Soubi pressed up against him, his talented tongue already deep inside Ritsuka's mouth and making the boy want to cum without even being touched.

Ritsuka was extremely inexperienced and they had only done sexual activities twice before. Soubi was an amazing, talented lover, even more so than Ritsuka had expected. He never mocked or teased Ritsuka because the boy tended to finish very quickly and he was always so gentle and able to talk Ritsuka through it.

"Soubi, please," Ritsuka was unsure of what he was begging for, but he immediately started doing so right after they stopped kissing.

"Relax, Ritsuka," Soubi's voice was soft, which was a reflection of how his touches were. "If you want me to stop, just tell me, okay?" Ritsuka, unable to find his own voice, nodded again. He loved the way Soubi talked to him during sex. He never teased or forced Ritsuka into anything, but he clearly knew Ritsuka was nervous still, only more so that he was with an older man, not a boy his own age. "I won't do anything you don't want me to. Oh, you might want to lean on the wall."

Ritsuka did as Soubi told him to, vaguely aware that they were doing this in a classroom where anybody could walk in. It was windowless classroom (another thing Soubi had probably done on purpose) and they were out of the viewpoint of the glass panes on the door, but Soubi probably hadn't locked it.

Before Ritsuka could think anything about telling Soubi about how dangerous this was, he felt his uniform pants getting undone and his hard cock being pulled out. He gasped loudly at Soubi's soft, light touch, leaning heavily against the wall so he wouldn't collapse.

"You're really hard…how long have you been like this?" Soubi leaned in, capturing Ritsuka's lips in a light, chaste kiss.

"Since…since the beginning of class," Ritsuka answered, feeling embarrassed to be having such feelings for Soubi.

"It's alright, Ritsuka. There's nothing to be ashamed of," Soubi soothed, calming Ritsuka's nervousness almost immediately. Ritsuka relaxed, paying attention to Soubi's fingers as they danced on his hot, hard flesh, stroking it and making pleasure shoot through Ritsuka. "Can I try something a little more? I promise it won't hurt."

"Go ahead," Ritsuka trusted him. If Soubi said it wasn't going to hurt, then it wouldn't hurt. He didn't really know what he expected, maybe for Soubi to try fingering him a little, but it certainly wasn't for him to get on his knees and start licking and kissing Ritsuka's erection. Ritsuka's hand flew to his mouth in order to muffle a loud, high pitched moan. Oh god, Soubi was going to blow him. This already felt better than getting a handjob from him, and that felt amazing.

Soubi stopped, but only to take his dress coat off and to undo his tie and the first few buttons on his shirt. He went back to his previous task, then, continuing to run his tongue up and down Ritsuka's length. Ritsuka noticed that with one hand, Soubi had his own big, swollen cock out, touching himself while he got Ritsuka off. Nothing in the world could ever be hotter or better than the site in front of the young Sacrifice at that moment.

And then Soubi slowly took him in his mouth and began to gently suck and Ritsuka was gone. He watched Soubi through half-closed eyes, unable to look away from him on his knees, sucking Ritsuka while he jerked himself off. It was too much, just too much.

Ritsuka always came quickly, unable to stand being pleasured by such a sexy man for a very long time. The second time they had decided to do something, Soubi had made Ritsuka cum the first time by just sucking on his nipples. Of course, Ritsuka had been humiliated, then, but Soubi hadn't minded and had asked if he was up for another round. Ritsuka had at least three orgasms that night, but none had been nearly this bone shattering and exhilarating.

Ritsuka hadn't been in Soubi's mouth for very long, probably less than a minute, before he was covering his mouth to keep from screaming his partner's name. He came violently, spilling wave after wave and seeing stars in his head. He threw his head back against the wall, his fingers knotting in Soubi's hair. Soubi didn't seem to mind at all, as he swallowed Ritsuka's seed and licked the remains off of his softening cock. Ritsuka sank down against the wall, sitting on the floor. Soubi took his hand, rubbing it softly.

"Soubi, your hand is sticky…" Ritsuka muttered dumbly, not exactly complaining, just pointing it out. He pulled his boxers back over his cock, buttoning his pants back up so that at least he was fully clothed.

"Sorry," Soubi pulled his hand away. "Give me a minute. I'm going to clean up."

Clean up? There wasn't anything to clean up. Soubi had swallowed all of Ritsuka's semen and… oh. Ritsuka opened his eyes a little, realizing what the sticky stuff on Soubi's hand was and why he had to clean up. He watched Soubi wipe his hands with disinfectant wipes and then bring the box of them over to the spot where Ritsuka was sitting. Feeling bad, Ritsuka helped his wipe up the white, thick liquid on the floor.

"I'm sorry," Ritsuka apologized. "I should've done something for you, too."

Soubi smiled at him and Ritsuka felt himself go red. He loved it when Soubi smiled, since he loved to make Soubi happy and it made his heart beat faster to see him like that. "It's alright. Pleasuring you, Ritsuka, is more than enough."

Ritsuka knew Soubi wasn't lying, but he still felt a bit selfish. He smirked, coming up with a perfect solution, "I'll make it up to you later, okay?"

This obviously surprised Soubi a little, since he stopped wiping the nearly-clean tile floor for a moment. Ritsuka threw his wipe in the small pile they had made and sat back, tired as ever. He heard Soubi go throw away the wipes, though he threw a bag into Ritsuka's lap once he came back. Ritsuka looked at it as Soubi settled down next to him, both of them sitting on the floor against the wall.

"Half of my lunch," Soubi explained. "I thought you might want it."

Ritsuka nodded his appreciation, leaning on Soubi, a question coming to his mind. "Does this mean no more mercenary work?" He asked, praying for Soubi to say yes.

"For the time being, yes," Soubi answered, making Ritsuka's hopes soar for a moment before plummeting back down.

Ritsuka unwrapped the sandwich with shaking hands, giving half to Soubi. "And after that?" Any person who would've walked in at that time could have assumed they were having a semi-normal conversation. Ritsuka kept his voice completely level, not letting any of the turmoil he was suffering into it.

Soubi was silent.

Ritsuka wanted to cry, desperate to have Soubi understand. His eyes watered and got blurry, threatening to have the tears fall. He looked up at Soubi, dropping his levelheaded, unfazed façade, hoping that this way Soubi would realize the kind of pain he put him through every time he left. He didn't understand. He couldn't.

"Don't cry…"

Ritsuka took a deep, shaking breath, afraid that he was going to reduce to an incoherent mess of shaking sobs if he didn't get it together. "You…" Ritsuka spoke slowly to keep himself remotely composed. "You have no idea what it's like for me to stay here and not know if you're dead or alive. I cry myself to sleep almost every night when you go because I don't know whether or not you'll be coming back home. I don't want you to die. I know that you're the best mercenary they have and that you're an amazing Fighter, too, but I still get worried."

"I…Ritsuka, I'm sorry…I'll see what I can do, I promise."

That was good enough for now, Ritsuka decided as he leaned against Soubi, thoroughly satisfied with what had happened after class and even looking forward to having Soubi as his new art teacher.


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