My Dear Kamijou-Sensei

Disclaimer: Nope, still don't own Junjou Romantica.

Thank you for the awesome reviews and for story alerting/favoriting! You guys are the best! ^^. Well, anyways, here's chapter two!

Chapter Two

Hiroki grunted in annoyance as the tall teen left his classroom. For the past few weeks the annoying brat had been pestering him to be his tutor. Eventually, Hiroki had finally given in after Nowaki had given him that sad face that resembled that of a lost puppy. Why him? Why couldn't the brat go bother Miyagi or ask the other brat who always seemed to have a scowl on his face? Why did he have to constantly bother Hiroki to tutor him, when Hiroki knew perfectly well that Nowaki could do the work on his own?

Sighing, Hiroki pinched the bridge of his nose and then looked down at the book sitting on his desk; it was for his next class and he still hadn't gotten a chance to read it. Picking it up, Hiroki walked out of the classroom and made his way to the teacher's lounge. He would have just read it in his room, but thought not to incase a certain tall pesky student decided to pay him another visit. Plus the other room was a perfect place because all the other teachers usually preferred to leave campus or stay in their own rooms for lunch, which meant no one would be there to bother him.

Upon opening the door though, he heard voices.

"Ahhh… Stop it…! Usagi…san!"

Hiroki felt his blood rush up to his face and he quickly ducked out of the room. Curious as to who was having sex in the teacher's lounge, he stood outside the door quietly listening.

Someone chuckled. "You keep saying that you don't want it, but… this says otherwise." The other person moaned loudly. Hiroki felt that the voice sounded awfully familiar, but for the life of him he couldn't place it. "Misaki…" The familiar voice groaned.

"Kamijou-sensei, what are you doing?" Hiroki jumped at the voice and quickly had to clamp his hand over his mouth to keep himself from yelping, and possibly being found out by the two in the room. Turning around, he glared at the tall lanky teen.

"Wait! Stop, someone's out there! We have to stop."

The other growled and rustling was heard from the room. Hearing them coming towards the door, Hiroki grabbed onto Nowaki's hand and rushed down the hallway and then quickly ran into a random room whose door was open. Watching from the room, he saw as two people exited the teacher's lounge. His jaw dropped as he caught sight of his friend, Akihiko who looked positively pissed off. Standing beside him was the idiot whom Hiroki was always throwing things at, he had a deep blush covering his face and his clothes were in disarray unlike Akihiko's.

"See? No ones here." Akihiko said, looking to the boy.

"B-b-but, I was sure I heard someone." Misaki stuttered.

"It was probably just your imagination." Akihiko stated. "Now," he said leaning over and nipping the boy's ear, before whispering something which made Misaki blush even more than Hiroki thought was possible. Akihiko grabbed onto his hand and pulled him back into the room and the door closed behind them with a click.

Hiroki couldn't believe what he had just witnessed. His best friend was having an affair with a student. A student! He could be fired if someone ever found out and possibly lose his teaching credentials. But seriously a student?! The same student who wouldn't know good literature if it came and bit him on the ass. The same student who was constantly falling asleep in class and if he wasn't doing that he was talking to the blonde haired idiot who sat next to him. It was unbelievable.

"You know…" Hiroki tensed as he felt someone's arms slip around his waist. He had completely forgotten that Nowaki was in there with him. "We could do that, too." Nowaki's face nuzzled into the crook of Hiroki's neck, as he tentatively kissed the sensitive skin. Hiroki felt a pleasurable shudder ripple throughout his body as what the teen said registered in his brain. He suppressed a moan as Nowaki's large hand began unbuttoning his shirt and then traced over the skin of his stomach.

Suddenly realizing that this was his student, Hiroki quickly pulled away and glared at the teen, who just smiled back in return. "I don't know what you're planning you little brat, but don't pull that shit with me! There's no way in hell I'd ever do that with a student!" He snapped. "So, get it out of your freakin' head 'cause it ain't happening!"

"Hm? Is that so, Hiro-san?" Nowaki asked as he crept towards the teacher. Before he realized it, Hiroki was trapped between the door and the tall student.

"Hey, who said you could call me that?!"

Nowaki placed his hands on both sides of Hiroki, trapping him completely. Hiroki felt his breath hitch as the dark haired teen leaned down and captured his lips in a sweet kiss. The teacher moaned as Nowaki's tongue forced its way into his mouth and dueled with his own. All too soon, the kiss ended and Nowaki smirked, looking at Hiroki's flustered face.

Nowaki once again leaned down and whispered, "Remember that, Hiro-san."

Hiroki's eyes widened as he realized what the teen had done to him. He pushed Nowaki away and immediately went to go grab the closest object he could find, so he could throw it at Nowaki's big head. But before he could do so, the teen had already escaped out the door.

"Bye, Kamijou-sensei!" He called over his shoulder as he ran down the hallway.

"Get back here you damn brat!" Hiroki yelled angrily. Nowaki just chuckled as he disappeared around the corner. Hiroki placed the textbook he had grabbed back down and cursed his luck. First he finds Akihiko messing around with some student and then another student decides he wants to do the same with him. 'Why me?' He thought miserably. He was sure he must have done something in his past life to make some god angry with him, why else would he have such a rotten life?

He stilled as he heard Akihiko's voice sifting through the air once again. Looking out he saw Akihiko standing outside the teacher's lounge with a huge smile on his face. "C'mon, you look so cute." He tried coaxing.

"NO YOU DAMN BASTARD! JUST GIVE ME BACK MY UNIFORM!" Misaki snapped from inside the room.

"But your uniform is all dirty now and that's all we had left." Akihiko replied.

"AND WHO'S FAULT IS THAT?! I REFUSE TO COME OUT LIKE THIS!" Misaki yelled.

"Misaki we can do this the hard way or the easy way. Either come out right now or I'll come in there, throw you over my shoulder and carry you to your next class." Akihiko threatened.

"You… you wouldn't dare…"

"Oh, but I would." Akihiko smirked.

Hiroki watched as the boy came out of the room wearing one of the girl's uniforms. The teacher's shoulders shook with mirth as he looked upon the poor teen. Tears streamed down his face as he clamped his hand over his mouth to keep from laughing.

"I. Hate. You." Misaki ground out, glaring at the silver haired teacher.

Akihiko just smiled and ruffled the boys' hair. "Don't worry; you look fine." He reassured. "Now c'mon, we'll go to the front office and see if they have an extra boys' uniform."

Misaki gaped at the man. "YOU BASTARD! WHY DIDN'T YOU JUST DO THAT EARLIER?!"

"Because, I wanted to see you in that outfit." Akihiko replied bluntly.

"YOU… YOU PERVERT!"

Akihiko smiled and just pulled the boy down the hallway despite his protests. Hiroki waited until they disappeared down the hallway before walking out of the room and leaving. As soon as school ended, Hiroki dashed home. He'd had way too much excitement for one day, he really needed a drink.

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Dude, this is like the third time I've put Misaki in a dress… I feel like a horrible person, but not bad enough to change it XD Anyway, if you enjoyed this chapter please review!