You, the reader who actually still reads this, have my deepest gratitude, and I'm sorry for being so unbelievably slow at getting this fic anywhere. I know that I'm a complete nightmare as an author, and don't deserve to actually have any attention from you guys, but I swear, I will see this fic to the end even if it kills me. I'm trying to steer it towards an end that won't be too much of a disappointment for you who have stuck with me. Thank you so much and sorry.
Roxas is again up to his ears in trouble with his feelings and desires he didn't know could surface in the way they do. Let's see how well he deals with them despite his usual efforts to run away. And there's actually some plot in here this time as well. :D
Also, I know that the diet Coke and Mentos prank is kinda used and old-school but I still really wanted to use it in this chapter XD. If you're somehow not familiar with it, I recommend you go and check it out before reading this chapter.
… I'm a little bit ashamed of how this chapter turned out in the end, but I hope you're as much of a sin ball as me. :3 I'm probably going to be unable to write any more chapters without any of the good stuff in it so... yay?
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Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN KINGDOM HEARTS, FINAL FANTASY OR ANY OF THE CHARACTERS.
Chapter 11: A new addiction
Why did I ever have to meet him? Why did I ever apply for this job? Why do I always make the worst decisions? Why can't I do anything else but ask useless questions when disaster has already ensued? WhywhywhywhywhyWHYYYYY?!
As I dash through the schools' corridors, these are only some of the countless utterly useless questions currently tormenting my mind, which feels like the only thing I ever do around here. Questioning myself and my decisions in life while still going through with pretty much all of them despite every red light fate flashes me, yep, that's me in a nutshell nowadays. Pathetic, I know.
It's quite early and classes are currently being held, so fortunately there's no students I could possibly run into– wait, scratch that.
"Rai! Get back to your class right now!" I shout at the tanned youth, whom I spot squatting in a corner staring into his phone.
He flinches a bit but seeing me sprint full speed down the hallway must be too rare a sight, because he only stares in shocked silence instead of doing as I said, not that I really expect him to obey or anything, the only person he obeys is Seifer, or used to at least. Sometimes he also listens to Fuu, but only when she uses a specific tone with him.
For a split second I wonder where he left said cold sidekick, but after turning a corner I spot her with a couple of drinks in her hands, probably on her way to Rai's side.
"You too Fuu!" I urge but get no answer, not that I expected anything from the semi mute either.
After navigating myself to the nearest bathroom and locking myself inside a stall, I take a few shaky breaths as I try not to cry. For the first time ever, I had to abandon my class in the middle of a lecture, and not just any class, I had to abandon class 3A, the only class I'm absolutely delighted to teach. Why did I leave my class again? Oh that's right. Because my brain is too fucking preoccupied by lewd fantasies featuring one particular idiot, that I can't do anything normally! I can't even speak a sentence without stuttering awkwardly, or without my face feeling like it's on fire every time a thought of Axel flashes through my mind. Which is too close to nonstop might I add.
Even a mere glance towards Riku reminds me of yesterday – when I met the Falter family – and when I think of them, my brain steers my thoughts directly towards Axel. That's when things get… not okay. However, the problem is not what is happening right now. Or well, while this is a major part of the whole disaster, it pales in comparison of the actual problem.
The past weekend – the things that happened between Axel and I – made something awaken inside me. I know it sounds stupid, but wait for it – it gets just borderline sick.
After I left the parking lot yesterday, I couldn't calm myself down. Like, at all. The only thing I was able to think about was how bad I just wanted to make a U-turn, drive back to Axel's and have my way with him. I managed to get home without running over any grannies somehow, but the second I got home, the wee amount of self-restraint that was left just completely vanished.
I can't recall a time where I'd lost control over my own body and desires like I did last night. Hopefully the neighbors won't complain, because I wasn't being exactly quiet. I just… couldn't help myself. Thoughts of Axel doing all these… things to me just wouldn't leave me alone, and they kept me awake almost all night. Wet dreams greeted me the second I fell asleep and don't even get me started on this morning, because surprise surprise, my libido was awake before I was.
What's even worse though – and here's where shit gets weird – is the state of Axel's clothes that he lent me.
… Yeah.
I was planning on giving them back first thing this day after washing them, but guess who was TOO FUCKING BUSY JERKING OFF IN THEM to actually remember to even put them in the laundry? Yes, I might've gone just a little bit crazy. To add some more shame to the already scandalous situation, I actually have the god forsaken scarf with me that I for reasons unknown decided to take with me to work. I left it in the classroom where it's securely locked inside my satchel together with my other important stuff, but my body is already demanding I go get it and wrap it around my face and just…
Damn it.
When the arousal suddenly starts throbbing stubbornly in my veins, I slam my fist in the bathroom wall in frustration. My body is feeling feverish, and to be completely honest, I feel worn out. My glasses are getting foggy too because of the heat my body is emitting constantly. There's no way I'm going to get off at work in a bathroom that is being used by students though! One must draw the line somewhere and most importantly, Axel must never find out. He would think I'm a perverted freak and never want anything to do with me ever again. I wouldn't want to have anything to do with a filth sack like myself!
As a thought of having to cut all ties with the redhead runs through my mind, a feeling of dread fills my heart and a small whine escapes me. It sounds so sad that I almost laugh out loud in spite of it. Maybe... I've gotten addicted to Axel in the worst possible way.
After several minutes of deep breaths and thoughts of Larxene on her period, I somehow manage to calm myself down a little bit. I wash my face with ice-cold water and clear my fogged-up glasses with a paper towel. My best glasses (a.k.a. the ones that serve as the best cover up) were confiscated by Axel, but ha! Joke's on him because I've got a lot of spares for cases like these. The ones I'm wearing right now are not black but light blue, and they're not as thick, so I actually see more clearly when I teach which is nice. I might permanently switch to these, which is also good because then I don't have to ask the bozo to return my glasses.
I wonder when Axel's gonna show up to work today. Fortunately there hasn't been any signs of him as of yet, probably because his classes are usually held after 11 am. I heard rumors that just because the redhead hated waking up early, he filed a request to change his classes to mostly afternoon classes, which got approved. One time at lunch, the redhead himself told me that whenever he has spare time he just takes naps, that lazy ass. "That sure changed when Roxas got into the picture– ", Xigbar had teased, and immediately got a kick in the shin from the redhead under the table.
All of a sudden, I remember the alluring words that the redhead spoke to me yesterday – that he "won't let me run away next time", and I shudder and very carefully start sneaking my way back to my classroom, looking behind every corner before proceeding further down the same halls I just ran through. I know that sneaking around like this might be a bit childish of me but… I don't think I'm ready to face him just yet. I need to calm myself a little bit more.
When I finally enter my class, I'm relieved to see that absolutely nothing looked out of place, and everyone was still doing what they were supposed to – experimenting in a group with liquid nitrogen.
I could never leave say, class 2A – or any of the younger classes for that matter – alone in the chemistry lab, but since I know 3A won't do anything stupid, leaving them alone for a few minutes is completely fine. Even if I'm not really supposed to leave any class in any circumstances when I'm having classes in the laboratory.
When I put my lab coat back on, I see Riku staring at me with curiosity over his safety goggles, and when I nod to him not to worry, he resumes with his group project. Riku is a bit too sharp for his own good, I think and start looking around at the other groups and their progress.
Come to think of it, I made a promise to Sora to get him closer to Riku, which I don't feel like doing anymore. Now, I'm not one to break any promises but after what happened, I fear for my life when I think about having anything to do with the twins. I can't throw away my responsibilities as a teacher, but who knows what kind of people might come after me if I meddle too much–
Suddenly an idea strikes me and I'm filled with realization.
I could totally use this to my advantage. I could make Sora talk in exchange for lessons from his crush! If I get Riku to tutor Sora, I can get information about the Disciplinary Committee and maybe learn how to play my cards around their scheming. This way, I wouldn't have to rely solely on the slim amount of information the redhead's going to provide me with, and I have this little hunch that he's not going to be too eager to tell me anything. I'm probably going to end up sliced into several bloody pieces in a ditch one of these days or worse, tortured and sold off as a slave or something to a sugar daddy overseas. A shudder shakes me to the core at the thought.
I have to do this. I need to plan this thoroughly in order to not get caught by the Committee or anyone else for that matter. I must... protect myself. Nobody else is going to.
"Mr. Strife!"
The silverette's adamant voice startles me back to reality, and I shake my head a bit to rearrange my thoughts.
"Y-yes?" Curse my stuttering.
"The bell, it rang."
Ah. Here's another thing I absolutely adore about class 3A. They don't leave unless I give them permission to do so, bell be damned.
"Of course, see you on... friday was it? There might be a small test on liquid nitrogen so look into it some more, okay?"
As the students start to scatter out the door, the smallest of a grin pulls the edge of Riku's mouth, knowing that I'm not actually going to test them on friday. As much as the gesture amuses me, I also feel a pang of guilt shoot right through me.
Maybe... what I'm planning to do isn't the right way to go about things after all. Maybe it isn't such a good idea to involve Riku – an innocent bystander – in this gang mess. I would be using someone completely unrelated to my advantage... I like his family too, even if they are a bit... eccentric, I would never want anything bad to happen to them, or to anyone else for that matter! And I don't think Axel would be pleased either if he knew…
But... who knows what's going to happen next? What if Axel's never gonna come through for me? He's done a lousy job up until now! I know he promised to tell me everything eventually, but when exactly is eventually? Is he planning to visit my grave when I'm already dead, and spill everything for only the worms and maggots to hear?
And another thing: why would Sora let the Committee do anything bad to Riku in the first place? You'd think he'd do everything to protect his beloved, right?
If I want to survive, I need to know what I'm up against. This might be the best– no, the only chance I get!
Having made my decision, I stop Riku just in time before he leaves with the rest of the class. After the last person aside from Riku and myself leaves the class, the teen leans on a desk in the front row and hands me a bottle of... Diet Coke?
I give the teen a confused look as I shift my eyes from him to the bottle and back.
"Rai suddenly burst in some time after you left and told us not to say a word of it to you, then he left the bottle on your desk and ran out. I wouldn't open it if I were you", he says and points at a tiny white pebble tied almost invisibly inside the bottleneck.
Oh, I see. I've actually never fallen for this one because why the hell would I open a bottle of Diet Coke just sitting suspiciously on my desk? I don't even drink Diet Coke. Yes, this has happened before, and I know it's usually the work of either Rai, Fuu, or the twins, and they just won't stop trying to pull this shit on me.
Taking the bottle from Riku I study it a bit. Now that I look at it, it's clear that Rai was the one who assembled the prank since the string to which the Mentos is tied hasn't been properly cut off, so there is a bit of string hanging out from under the cap. If it were Vanitas or Fuu, there would be second to no evidence of the bottle being rigged in any way.
"So, you're not afraid to get a tattletale reputation?" I joke to which Riku snorts.
"I don't have to do what Rai tells me to do, and I couldn't care less of what people think of me."
Now it's my turn to snort. I can totally see why the younger twin is so infatuated with Riku because come on, he is pretty cool. Not many high schoolers can give as many fucks to peer pressure as this guy here.
"Besides, I hate Rai's entire class anyway", he adds.
Well, I guess poor Sora can kiss his chances of getting Riku's attention good bye.
"Don't we all?" I sigh.
The silver haired teen gives me a funny look and shakes his head while the small grin makes an appearance on his features once again.
"Aren't you supposed to be… I don't know, neutral about all students or something?"
"Let's pretend you didn't hear my little slip", I say in a hushed voice and another snort escapes the teen in front of me.
"Well, I guess you if anyone has the right to complain about them."
"Heh, I guess so", I chuckle.
"So, what did you want to talk about Mr. Strife?"
I almost tell the silver haired youth that there's no need to call me Mr. Strife when it's just the two of us, but then again, I think it's best for Riku's safety if nobody suspects that he and I are acquaintances outside this school.
"I was wondering... if you would be interested in being a tutor of sorts", I say, and I almost laugh at how painfully clearly he shows his complete disapproval of my request. The teen doesn't say anything, but it's blatantly obvious that he doesn't like the idea at all.
"Now, before you reject my idea, I guarantee that you'll get some merit out of this and seeing as you're so much further in your studies than your classmates, I really can't think of any downsides on your part."
Riku sighs a bit and for a moment he looks like he is considering my request, but after he shakes his head in rejection, I realize that I may have to try a different approach.
"I'm not too fond of… people, let alone teaching", the teen states sourly after a moment.
"Even I've noticed that much, besides, I'm not asking you to tutor a bunch of people, only one student that desperately needs help with his studies."
At that, Riku seems to loosen up the tiniest bit, but he's still not convinced as he continues to stare at me through dubious eyes.
I sigh inwardly and realize that this is not going to work. Riku's gonna refuse the second he hears that the one that needs tutoring is from class 2A, and Sora of all people. To be completely honest, even I wouldn't be thrilled by the idea, and I'm a teacher for heaven's sake!
It's all or nothing now, I think as I prepare myself to go full begging mode if needed be.
"Would you at least consider it? You could quit anytime you want, it would mean so much to me if you at least gave it a try", I sigh trying to sound as miserable as possible, "I don't know what I'm going to do with Sora... I can't teach every student individually, and he can't focus at all with his brother bugging him constantly, besides you're the only one fit– "
"Hold on, did you say Sora?" Riku suddenly interrupts me with sudden interest.
"…Yeah, I did."
To my surprise, the silver haired teen's expression warps into something I can't quite decipher, but it seems like he gained at least some interest in my offer simply when he heard it was about Sora. Why, though? I haven't noticed him being interested in anyone ever. Hell, I can't tell if Riku is interested in anything at all. He's just good at things but that's it, he doesn't seem to be particularly passionate about anything, so why?
When Riku doesn't respond for a while, I briefly wonder if I'm going to get an answer right away or not. Like, maybe he needs to think a few days about it or something, but then he speaks up.
"I can tutor Sora, but I have two conditions", Riku says, determination crossing his features.
"Anything", I say without thinking and Riku seems a bit taken aback with me complying so quickly, and to be honest, even I'm surprised.
"One: I won't tutor on my free time. Two: I won't tutor anyone else."
I sigh inwardly in relief as I accept his conditions with a nod.
"How soon are you willing to start? Of course, you can tutor only during my lectures, I can't steal a student like you from anyone else's lessons."
"I'm ready whenever, we have math today after lunch, right?" Riku inquires.
To be honest, I didn't expect things to go this smoothly. I want to ask why Riku is so interested in tutoring Sora and Sora alone, but I don't want to trigger any tough questions, so I keep my mouth shut about it, grateful of the unexpected turn of events.
"Sure uhm, I'll just have to find out Sora's schedule for today, and see if I can find an empty classroom for you to use!" I want to hit myself across the head for sounding too happy about this.
"Okay, see you after lunch", the teen says and before I know it, he's gone.
For a while, I listen to Riku's fading footsteps before I decide to see if there's things to put away or something to clean up but as I expected, there's almost nothing that the students didn't already take care of. Only some of the lab equipment needs to be put back in the lab storage – which is a smaller room located in the back of the classroom.
Once I've made sure that there's nothing left that can catch fire or explode or anything, I grab the rigged Diet Coke and head out as well. I leave my satchel behind, as I have my next lesson in the lab as well. But alas, my luck has turned again because after I close the classroom door behind me, the first thing I see is none other than the very root of my recent dreads and dreams.
"Hi Roxy."
What in the hell is he doing here? He's too close! It can't be 11 am already?! As I start panicking, I back instinctively right into the door behind me, and wince a little when I realize I'm being cornered like a rat.
"I was starting to think that you weren't gonna come out at all", he says, and I don't know if it's just me, but he seems to be talking with an unusually low tone and way too close to my face.
The idiot seems to think that a distance like this – which can't really be called a distance at all if you ask me – is completely okay now that we "know" each other better, and as a matter of fact, no, it is definitely not okay to seduce your colleague in the middle of an open hallway where anyone could spot us! What if a student walks by?
I try to lean away from the irresistible warmth radiating from the redhead's body, but Axel doesn't seem to see things the way I do because he only leans closer, and oh god the smell. His smell alone has the power to make me heat up like a torch, which is ridiculous and weird and generally not good at all!
It's a matter of milliseconds, and all my efforts to calm myself down this whole morning are launched out the window like a rocket into outer space. My heart hurts, because it's beating so fast and I get a sudden urge to just force myself on him, which I suppress of course.
"New glasses, huh?", he murmurs seductively and lightly touches the frames of my glasses. I don't know whether he's doing this on purpose or not, but I am far too gone to be able to think rationally.
"Even if I prefer you without them, I have to admit – you're still irresistibly cute."
I can't talk. I'm afraid of what's going to come out if I open my mouth. My head feels so hot that I might pass out soon, and thank god I decided to wear a tighter pair of jeans today because holy hell I have it bad right now.
"What's wrong?" he asks, trying to study my face.
Shit.
I almost let out the most embarrassing sound ever, flinching when the redhead suddenly touches my cheek and shifts even closer to me. I can smell him overwhelmingly well now, and my body is on absolute fire.
What is WRONG with me!? I want to run away, but at the same time I want him to touch me. What is up with that?
I refuse to meet his eyes – afraid of what that will do to me – and let my eyes wander on him lazily instead – which isn't a good idea either but what can I do – and I notice how well his black long-sleeved shirt fits him, and how the few decorative buttons running along both shoulders flatter his neckline. It makes me want to unbutton them and reveal even more of that delicious-looking skin he's hiding under there. The dark pair of ripped jeans hug his lower regions in the most complimenting way you could possibly think of, and holy shit I have to stop ogling him because this problem of mine is only growing the more I let it. Thinking about anything at all is extremely difficult though, because everything Axel does and every sound he makes feels like pure sex to me right now.
"What's wrong? Are you actually running a fever? Here, let me just–"
And that's it. I'm caught a little bit off guard and when Axel moves closer to feel my forehead with his, our bodies touch ever so slightly. In the process I let out an embarrassing moan that to my horror echoes all the way down the hall where some students are probably enjoying their breaks.
Axel freezes and gives me a wide-eyed look, and when he finally seems to realize what is going on with me he blushes. Then after a moment, a knowing smirk rises to adorn his overly self-satisfied expression.
"Really, Roxas? Is being around me turning you on this badly?" He whispers, and I shudder violently.
No, I'm not having any of this. I will not go through with this. I'm at work and I need to get somewhere very far away from Axel before anybody sees, because one good look at us right now would be enough for anyone to guess what's up.
"We can take this somewhere private if you want", he muses, and I inhale sharply through gritted teeth, which he unfortunately seems to take the wrong way because he grabs hold of my waist and sighs my name with wanton.
"I'd love to hear some more of those sweet sounds you're making."
Then he suddenly nips at my earlobe, and another embarrassing noise escapes me.
I act before I think and force the rigged Diet Coke open in panic, and it completely explodes between us. It ends up spraying mostly all over Axel's face though (because I sorta aimed it at him), and he falls right on his ass with a comical shriek.
That's when I bolt. I'm not staying to find out how he feels about my panic induced self-defense method, because I have more urgent matters to take care of. Hopefully I managed to stun him good enough, because there's no way I'm dealing with an enraged Axel right now.
I run as fast as I can through the hallway that connects the library and the main hall, getting some really weird looks from passing students, and I think I catch a glimpse of Xigbar on his way to have a smoke or something. Once inside the library, I run as deep into the sea of shelves as possible, and hide behind some of the tallest ones where I can finally catch my breath a little. Luckily there's nobody in sight, so I can relax a bit without having to worry about anyone catching me looking all hot and bothered.
The running helped me calm down a bit, but I think I just might've screwed myself over big time. I don't think Axel's going to let me off with just an apology this time…
Suddenly there's a chime from my phone, indicating that I got a text. I don't really have to even open the message to know what it's about or who it's from, but I open it anyway.
"You're gonna get it."
Fuck, he seems angry. I'm a little bit scared, how the hell am I supposed to avoid him now that he's actually trying to find me and do who knows what? Well, I did spray him with Diet Coke after I let him feel me up, he's got every reason to be pissed. But… that doesn't mean he can do anything to hurt me, right? Axel wouldn't go that far, I know it.
Then what does that text mean?
I think about it for a while and all kinds of things come to mind that the biology teacher could possibly mean, and before I have time to get too deep in any kind of weird fantasies again, I hear the heavy library door fling open violently and I stop breathing.
The door closes with a loud bang, and an eerie silence falls over the library. The atmosphere is so still and quiet that I feel like even the quietest breath is going to give away my presence. I don't move because if it's Axel, he's going to listen for any signs of me being in here.
"I know you're in here, Roxas."
Fuck.
My heart almost jumps right out of my chest when the redhead's voice suddenly booms through the area, the echo bouncing off the shelves ominously. His tone is scary, but I can hear a slightly playful edge to it as well, which reassures me a little, but it also excites me in the strangest way. Axel must be bluffing though, there's no way he saw me come in here because I made sure he was nowhere in sight when I entered.
"Xigbar busted you, so you might as well give yourself up right away."
Curse you Xigbar. There will be arranged musical sessions with Demyx outside your office, I guarantee it.
Fine, I'll play this game of cat and mouse, but at the same time I'll try to think of a way to somehow sneak around him. I pick up an old eraser from a nearby shelf that a student probably left there, and then I try to peek through book rows where the cat is hunting. Once I spot the redhead, I throw the eraser as far as I can in the opposite direction of my hiding spot and when it lands, a small thud can be heard somewhere.
"I can hear yooou, come out Roxy baby."
Perfect, the idiot took the bait and started walking in the other direction. I start tiptoeing in time with the redhead's footsteps towards a door which I think leads to the corridor that connects to the small gymnasium, because Axel's still too close to the main door and I'm not risking getting caught.
A few moments pass, and I can almost reach out to the exit door when suddenly there's an all too familiar ringing sound coming from my pocket. Once the first bittersweet tones of my favorite song start to play, I realize what the sly son of a bitch did. Damn it! He's smarter than he seems, and I always forget! Why the hell didn't I turn off my phone when I still had the chance?!
As I desperately try to dig out the ringing device from my pocket with trembling hands, I hear the redhead's hurried footsteps somewhere behind the shelves, nearing with alarming speed. If I don't come up with something soon it's game over.
When I finally get the cursed thing out, I get an idea. Instead of silencing it I slide it as far as I can across the floor under the shelves, hoping it confuses him to the point where he follows it instead of me.
I duck behind a smaller bookcase and listen for a while. Finally, the redhead seems to have found my phone because it stops ringing, and I'm pretty sure I can hear the redhead curse under his breath.
Not many seconds pass before the bell goes off, informing everyone that the next courses are starting. I realize that I need to be off to my next class, but so does Axel, which means he can't be staying here chasing me around all day.
"Tch, you win this round Rox, but if you want your phone back you'll have to deal with me sooner or later", Axel says, his smug grin evident even if I can't exactly see him.
When I finally hear him shut the library door, and his footsteps mixing in with the rumbling students, I can finally relax and breathe relatively normally.
Burying my head in my hands I come to realize that I'm still hard, the erect appendage pressing uncomfortably against my jeans and all. A groan of shame escapes me, and I resist the urge to cry out in frustration. Was I enjoying it this much? Being hunted by Axel? Really?
Why did things become like this? Why did I become like this? Where did I go wrong? Or maybe I've always been like this, maybe being near the sexy, sorry excuse of a teacher caused this side of me to surface. That must be it. It has to be it!
But if that really is the case, then I have to do something about it before it goes too far, not that it hasn't already crossed all the possible lines I've ever drawn in my entire life. I don't want anyone – not to mention Axel – to think that I'm some kind of a pervert. That's not who I am.
Quickly glancing at my wrist watch, my heart skips as I realize I'm running very late from my next class, so I try to calm my raging hormones a bit before I start slowly limping back towards the lab.
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"MR. ROXAS YOU ARE MY FAVOURITE PERSON EVER FROM NOW ON FOREVEfmhhlmmm—!"
Almost panicking at the overjoyed brunette's sudden loud reaction, I swiftly cover his mouth with my hand. I hope this doesn't count as student abuse.
"Firstly, don't shout like that suddenly out of the blue, you scared the flip out of me. Secondly, I'd prefer you call me Mr. Strife at school or simply Roxas if you must, but not Mr. Roxas, it sounds weird."
A few seconds pass and when I think it's safe, I un-muffle the young teen.
"Gotcha, Simply Roxas."
I force myself to not strangle the grinning boy.
"Like I said before, I've made some preparations for you to be tutored by Riku",
I start and almost feel bad about how absolutely thrilled the poor boy looks before I continue, "BUT I'm no longer doing all this for free."
As expected, Sora's face drops a little, but determination soon takes over as he straightens his posture and rises his fists in front of him, as if readying himself to fight.
"No problem Mr. Strife, how much do you want?" the brunette asks.
"Huh? No, I don't want your money, I only–"
"If it's my body you want then...", the teen mumbles and blushes. I almost cringe out of my skin at that.
"Sora– what... how can you even suggest–", I whisper furiously as I look around and make sure nobody's around. Hopefully nobody heard that.
"Well whaddya mean then?"
I make a mental note to have a serious one-on-one talk with Sora sometime about certain morals and self-worth, but for now I just give the teen a stern look of disapproval.
"Just– follow me for a bit, Sora", I sigh and begin guiding him down the hallway to the smaller classrooms in the west side of the school.
The teenager follows me obediently in silence as I try to remember which classrooms aren't being used much this time around. The first door I try reveals some kind of an office. It's obviously not a teacher's office, but I don't know whose office it is since there's nobody around, but judging by the running computer and steaming coffee mug it's being used, which means we can't use it.
I'm about to try the next door, but then I spot the word "janitor" on the side of the door and curse a little under my breath as I go for the next one. This time I look into some kind of a conference room, as there's an important-looking round table with chairs around it, almost like the one used for teacher's conferences. This doesn't look like a room to be used by students at all however, which means this is a no-go as well.
"I thought that you made arrangements", Sora whines.
"Yeah, some", I mutter and continue farther down the hallway.
After a few more similar cases of failed attempts to find the perfect studying place, we finally get to the last door in the hallway and I mumble a small prayer that the room will be "the one." I open the door and we're greeted with darkness, which is a good sign. At least nobody's using it right now. Ushering the youngster inside the dimly lit space, I try to take in the surroundings of the almost completely unused... class... room?
For some reason the room doesn't look like it's ever been used as anything else but a place to store old desks, chairs, cardboard boxes containing old books and old art projects of graduated students. There's even an old grand piano in the corner of the small classroom, which I presume doesn't work properly, because why would such a fine instrument be kept here otherwise? I need to ask Demyx sometime about it, maybe he knows why it's here. Maybe someone can repair it? It's certainly a waste to keep it hidden in here.
There's a sudden sound of metal sliding on metal as Sora draws the curtains open, filling the room with pleasant natural light which makes the room seem more spacious. I notice a desk not far from the grand piano with some chairs propped around it, almost like it had been used not too long ago. It would suffice for the two studying teenagers for a while, and I don't think anyone will accidentally walk in here either.
"Is this where we're gonna... study?" Sora asks as he runs his hand over the dust covered desk.
"Yeah", I simply state absentmindedly as my eye catches a disturbing-looking sculpture in the corner.
"Has this place ever been cleaned?" the brunette asks and almost on cue, a loud sneeze escapes him.
The dust that covered the desk springs to life under the impact of Sora's sneeze and I try to avoid the cloud of dust from getting in my lungs, failing. At the same time as I cough like someone who's been smoking for years, I open the window and try to get some fresh air inside, forgetting about the creepy statue in the process.
"Unfortunately, this will have to do for now", I say in between coughs, "there's not really any other vacant classrooms that I know of."
I shuffle around for a bit in the room, triggering some more dust clouds to lift as I try to brush some off the chairs and the desk with my sleeve. There's only so much I can do for now, hopefully neither Sora nor Riku has asthma.
Suddenly I remember that I'm supposed to have lunch right now, and so is Sora. His friends and Vanitas will start looking for him if we don't wrap things up here soon and more importantly: I haven't come up with a back-up plan yet to have lunch without accidentally running into Axel in the process. I have to go and buy my lunch at the canteen, which is where most of the other teachers – including Axel – buy their lunches at. I could've driven to a nearby diner, but there's not enough time for that anymore...
"So, let's talk some business, Sora", I start and the brunette immediately tenses at my sudden serious tone, "I know that you have information about the Disciplinary Committee, in fact – I'm pretty sure you're in some way connected to them."
Surprisingly, hearing me talk about the Committee doesn't seem to faze the youth all that much despite his slight tenseness, but I'm not going to give up easily.
"I would even claim that you are a member of the Committee yourself."
A small stagger in the brunette's expression is what gives him away.
"So I offer you this: I will give you some private tutoring lessons à la Riku, and in exchange you give me information about the Disciplinary Committee."
The brunette looks like he's really in thought, which is rare. I know for a fact that Sora is not particularly stupid, he just simply chooses not to think most of the time, even if he's fully capable of making some really smart remarks. I've noticed this a couple of times when he's been bickering with his brother. Sora has given Vanitas a hard time more than once, and the older twin is not easily fooled or coaxed into anything by anyone. Except by his favorite baby brother.
"Why do you want information about the Committee?"
I have never heard Sora talk in such a serious manner before, and hearing it now throws me off a little bit.
"I want to be able to protect myself in the future, that's all", I state matter-of-factly as the brunette inspects me from under his bangs, "I figured that if I can understand the Committee a little bit, then I can also predict myself around them."
The expression on Sora's face softens a little bit and I see that as my cue to continue.
"I probably shouldn't be telling you this but... someone, presumably from the Committee, tried to abduct me."
"What!?"
I shush at the brunette after which he continues in a more quiet tone.
"No way!"
"Yes way, and it's pure luck that I managed to escape, had it not been for–"
I interrupt myself before I tell the brunette too much, it might be smart not to mention Axel just yet.
"Anyway, do you accept my offer or not?"
The brunette steers his gaze down in another wave of thought and I'm struck with a sudden realization; what the hell am I supposed to do if Sora against all odds decides not to cooperate with me? How would I know if he just decides to fuck me over and tell the Committee that I tried to gain information about their doings through him? Just as I'm about to start panicking, the youth lifts his head.
"Okay, you've got a deal."
I let out a breath that I didn't realize I was holding.
"I'm only doing this because I feel bad for you, Mr. Strife", Sora says, and for once I can see some genuine remorse in his eyes. Not that I need his compassion to feel better or anything.
"The DC is taking care of many families, including mine, in exchange for favors and unconditional loyalty. I knew that you were a person of their interest after what happened to Seifer, but I never knew that they'd actually want you... gone. Speaking of which, I could... I could get killed for telling you this."
This new information has my heart racing, and not in a good way at all. Now I really have to start thinking, do I want to compromise my students life for my own safety? Do I want that kind of a burden on my shoulders? If Sora actually got killed because of me, I don't think I'd be able to handle the guilt. However, Sora had all the power to just outright refuse me, and yet he made the decision to talk. He really must care for Riku.
However things may be, it's kinda late for me to back out now... considering the bomb Sora just dropped and all.
"Listen, I didn't think that the Committee would actually get rid of their own just to stop some rumors, and you're just a child too..."
My gaze drops a little after I say that.
"If I'd known, I wouldn't have approached you in the first place. And if you really wanted to, you could have just walked away the second I mentioned the Committee, pretended that you didn't know anything, that I was crazy for assuming–"
"I've never felt this way before, Mr. Strife", the boy cuts me off and I just stare at him.
"I owe my life to Riku, me and him... we actually go way back, he just– doesn't remember it... In fact, he doesn't seem to want to have anything to do with me. Every time I try to approach him, he just glares or ignores me."
Suddenly small pearls of tears appear in the corners of the teens eyes, and I notice the slightly trembling chin. I just continue staring at the brunette, since this whole situation is beginning to feel surreal.
"What do you mean you owe your life to him?" I finally manage to get out.
"Well, to be honest, I don't quite remember that well myself," Sora sobs and wipes his eyes with the back of his hand, "We were quite small, and I wouldn't probably be here right now if it weren't for Riku, so... I've always wanted to thank him, but I don't know how when he doesn't even remember me."
This is getting out of hand, I didn't want to get on an emotional level with the kid whose life I'm probably going to end up wrecking just to save my own skin. This isn't going to make the fall any less painful...
"That's why I thought, that maybe you would be my chance to finally get Riku's attention, I was so happy when you offered to help me."
I won't lie, when I see the warm smile on Sora's face, I feel relief. Maybe things won't end up in the worst possible way? Life is taking risks after all, and I can see Sora's ready to take his too.
"So, what else do you want me to tell you, Mr. Strife?"
Sora changes the subject back to our original "business" and sits down on one of the still slightly dusty chairs. The chair creaks and wobbles under the teen's weight and for a second I almost anticipate it's gonna give way, but amazingly enough it somehow manages to remain upright.
"Mr. Strife?"
Sora's impatient voice reminds me that our time is limited, if I want to ask dangerous questions, now is the time.
"Right, so how much does the Committee know about me? Do they... know where I live?"
"I don't think so... I'm not sure though."
Oh, for the love of–
"You are a member of the Disciplinary Committee, aren't you?" I say irritated.
"I wouldn't say that I'm a member..." the brunette mumbles, averting his eyes.
"What does that even mean? So are you actually not part of the gang?"
"I'm– I don't... it's not that simple!" the brunette exclaims – and I have to admit – even the kid himself looks confused, so I decide to leave the whole concept for the time being.
"Okay, then tell me this: do you know how Axel is related to the Committee?"
After I ask that question, my stomach makes a nervous flip. Do I really even want to know? I didn't really think before I asked that, and just as I made the decision not to mention the redhead too!
"Mr. Primred? Well, I know Seifer and everyone supposedly hates him, but we're not really allowed to talk about him..."
"You mean like everyone in the gang? Why would everyone hate him?" I ask a bit stunned. Is Axel really that much of a threat to something like the Disciplinary Committee?
"I don't know", the brunette shrugs and I feel my eye twitch.
"Then what do you know!? This isn't getting me anywhere!"
"It's not my fault nobody tells me anything!" the brunette shouts and I almost feel bad because I can kinda guess why the teen is kept in the dark about sensitive information. The kid has his head deeper in the clouds than Demyx at times, and that is saying something.
"All I know about Mr. Primred is that he is trying to get rid of the Committee for his own reasons, and the Committee is trying to get rid of him, because apparently he knows too much or something," the teen suddenly mumbles and my interest is piqued immediately.
"He knows too much? What exactly does he know?"
"Argh! I don't know! Only the leader himself knows stuff like that. My dad probably knows too though."
"Your dad?" I ask incredulously.
"Yeah. Dad said he used to be friends with Mr. Primred's father, but I only saw him once when I was very little... and when I try to remember his face, I only see Mr. Primred– ah, Axel's face instead.
Axel's father... now that I think about it, the redhead has never mentioned anything about his family. I talk to Axel all the time about my mom and Naminé, but not once has he said a word about his family to me. For the longest time I just assumed that he didn't have any, or that he simply didn't want to talk about them.
A sudden clamor outside the small storage room has both Sora and myself tensing up in anticipation, but it turns out to be just some rambunctious students running about in the corridor.
"I'm afraid we need to wrap things up here for now, Sora. You should go get some lunch."
The teen just nods with a surprisingly resolute expression before hurrying towards the door.
"Oh by the way", I stop the teen in his tracks when I remember something fairly important, "Did you tell Marluxia that you'll be attending tutoring lessons after lunch?"
Marluxia is the teacher of arts and drama, and is quite an enigmatic presence much like the principal, but in a weirder way. It's hard to explain, but I always make sure I'm never left alone with the man, because I can't even imagine what we could possibly be talking about. And there's this intense smell of roses that seems to follow him everywhere he goes like an aura. It's almost worse than Larxene's sickening perfume.
"Mr. Wisteria won't probably even notice I'm gone, he hates my drawings anyway."
And the teen is gone the next second, the sound of his hurried footsteps can be heard for a few moments before I'm left all by myself in the quiet room to handle what my student just said. I forgot to remind the boy that he better bring his books with him, or else.
Letting out a heavy sigh, I too start to maneuver myself out of the stuffy storage. My watch says I have about half an hour of my lunch break left. If it's something I love about being a teacher, it's got to be the long lunch breaks. I don't know about the extremely long vacations though, I can't seem to figure out what to do with that much time on my hands, and usually just end up feeling useless and depressed.
A loud rumble from my stomach reminds me of the task at hand: get lunch without being seen by the angry biology teacher. Hopefully he won't be at the canteen at the same time as me.
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As expected, it was a god damn nightmare at the canteen. Not only were there almost no students at all to serve as my camouflage since almost everyone was already sitting down and eating by the time I got there, but there was also a redheaded piece of shit keeping watch like some idiot. Like, what the hell does he think he's doing guarding the fucking canteen? And why was Xigbar on the lookout with him? Doesn't he have something better to do than try to make my life harder?
I shut the laboratory door behind me maybe a bit too aggressively when the memory of the recent event crosses my mind. After I stomp my way to my desk with my lunch sandwich in hand – which I ate the most of on the way back – I adjust the chair and sit down annoyed. My hand reflexively feels around my pocket for my phone, and when I remember what happened to it I force the rest of the sandwich down angrily with one big chomp.
Seriously, if it weren't for Demyx, I would have died of hunger by now. The chipper musician just happened to run late for his lunch as well, and I managed to coax him to buy me a sandwich in exchange for a favor in the near future. Demyx didn't specify what kind of favor he needed, but I was getting so famished at that point that I was even ready to sell my healthy organs to the sitarist if he so requested.
I'm actually pretty surprised it worked out in the end, because neither Axel nor Xigbar is stupid. And while Demyx isn't exactly picky about food, he usually doesn't eat sandwiches for lunch. And they did look a bit suspicious when the musician scampered away with his usual filled bagel and milk plus an extra sandwich.
Oh well, I'm just happy I managed to avoid the redhead for now. Maybe I'll have enough courage to ask for my phone back later, when Axel probably won't be too pissed off. He didn't look the least bit pleased at the canteen though... Maybe I'll just steal it back?
While the thought of me being able to swipe something off Axel is amusing, it's not helping. I still have about fifteen minutes of lunch break left, but I'm not going to the math class until the very last minute, just in case the redhead decides to get smart and come look for me there. He probably knows where and when I have classes, because I know his schedule almost by heart. It's the reason I've been able to avoid him so well up until now. Unfortunately, the math class isn't too far away from the lab, so the chances of being spotted by the redhead are even greater if I left.
Deciding to use this time to do something useful, I grab my satchel with the tests that I was supposed to look through yesterday, which turns out to be a grave mistake. When I open it, the first thing I see is not the tests, but the god damn scarf that smells like sin, if sin had a fragrance.
Suddenly I don't want to go through tests anymore. Instead, my whole being heats up with want as my mind is already back where it was last night; lusting after the redhead. Cursing my weak resolve, I try to fight the excitement tenaciously trying to take over. For a moment I consider throwing the scarf out the window, at least that way I wouldn't be able to retrieve it without exiting the building, but how would I explain it to Axel if he were to find it first, all dirty and used in various ways? There's no need to make the redhead even more mad at me than he already is.
Letting my fingers play a little with the pleasantly semi-rough fabric, I feel myself giving in more the longer I look at it. Even the mere thought of getting a whiff of Axel's intoxicating scent is turning me on.
Fuck it, it should be fine if it's just a little bit, I think before my self-control crumbles, and I wrap the scarf around me with slightly trembling hands.
One deep inhale is all it takes. An intense shudder breaks out across my whole body, and for a moment I feel like I'm being electrocuted. I've never tried drugs, but maybe this is how being high feels.
I know I don't have time to let this get too far, but I just can't stop myself. My body has been craving the redheads' touch since we parted at the parking lot, and this – smelling his scarf – gives me the illusion of him being right here, touching me.
I close my eyes as even more pleasant shudders travel across my spine when I take another deep breath through the scarf, and just like last night – fantasies about Axel doing amazing things to me makes my back arch in empty anticipation. I shift a little in the uncomfortable chair and moan when I feel my hardness pressing against the inside of my jeans.
A thought of this being wrong crosses my mind, but is gone as quickly as it came when a new wave of the overwhelming smell enters my system.
"Axel..."
I sigh the redheads name into the scarf as my hand slides in between my legs to gently brush against my hypersensitive manhood through my pants. It twitches in appreciation, and I rub it more firmly as I slowly start to lose myself in bliss.
"Ahh– mmmh...Axel!"
I almost trigger my orgasm as a particularly strong wave of pleasure surges through me, and I end up muffling my delighted cries in the scarf. I would've reached climax in no time at all, hadn't it been for the loud interrupting sound of something hitting the floor nearby.
Jumping from the sudden sound, and a little dazed my head snaps to the side to find a wide-eyed, gaping, frozen in place-Axel standing by the door, his face the reddest red that probably ever redded. The things that hit the floor were his belongings that now lay sprawled in front of him like they belonged there.
A painfully awkward moment ensues, consisting of the redhead eyeing me up and down, and questions like "How did he get inside, didn't I lock the door?" and "How did I not hear him enter?" would probably be the first ones to torment my terrified mind, but I don't get to think much because not even two seconds pass before the redhead suddenly leaps in my direction, eyes gleaming dangerously.
As a stinging chill runs through my spine at the predator closing in, I dodge in the opposite direction with surprising reflexes, stumbling as I desperately try to get away. Realizing that there's no way for me to make it past Axel and out of the lab without getting caught, I settle for the only option left – which is to try and lock myself inside the lab's supply storage, even if it's only a temporary solution. Not daring to look behind me, I scurry my way past desks and chairs, knocking over some of them in the process while listening to the redhead doing the same not too far behind me. Reaching for the storage door, I curse the way it opens only in my direction and not in the other. Had it opened towards the storage, I would've made it in time. In the end, he manages to get a hold of the door handle just as I'm about to close it behind me.
"Oh no you fucking don't!"
The redhead growls before pulling the door open with almost supernatural strength – dragging me forward right into him because I'm stupid and didn't let go of the handle in time. I let out a startled scream when he swiftly grabs me and forces me to back up inside the storage room with him. He then slams the door shut and the sound of the lock clicking has me breaking out in cold sweat.
I try to back away farther into the poorly lit storage, but Axel's having none of that as I'm violently flung around and pressed against the door. A whimper forces its way out when my back hits the wooden surface with a loud thud, and the wind is knocked out from me for a second.
Both of Axel's hands suddenly restrict my own, and for a moment I just stare into his demanding eyes. Even with the limited light provided, his emerald orbs shine with something that sends chills down my spine. I can't look away, it's as if he's keeping my gaze hostage.
"Roxas..." the redhead murmurs dangerously, "what the fuck do you think you're doing?"
Axel's grip on my wrists tightens and he presses his body against mine firmly, making me let out a small gasp as I'm reminded of the painfully evident arousal between my legs.
"I...I'm... hah!" I gasp as he comes close enough for me to feel his breath on my face. When he speaks, I can almost taste every word.
"First you avoid me like the plague, and then I find you putting on such an erotic show, while moaning my name..." Axel pauses, and his eyes shift down to admire the checkered garment around my neck before he adds seductively, "into my scarf."
Axel's words don't scare me as much as they turn me on, I realize with dread. I should be scared of a lot of things right now. Like, what's going to happen now that he knows that I'm a disgusting creep who gets off on smelling his belongings? However, the only thing my body seems to be registering right now is how his own arousal is pressing against my stomach and– wait what?
"My patience is not that good, you know. If you're trying to make me jump you or something, then congratulations, you're succeeding."
I glance down and when I notice the unmistakable bulge in Axel's pants I swallow.
"Y-you're hard."
The redhead just stares at me incredulously for a moment before letting out a laugh.
"You think so?" the amount of sarcasm in his tone isn't even funny.
"Anyone would be after seeing what I saw", he says before leaning in once more. I can almost feel his lips touch mine.
"I've never wanted anyone this bad before."
As he says that, he grinds his hips the slightest bit against mine, and I shudder violently.
"If we had more time, I would take you here and now, slowly, until you'd beg,", he breathes in between excruciatingly slow rocks of his hips, "and eventually – when I've teased you to the point of madness – I would fuck you so hard that by the time I'm done, you won't be able to remember who or what you are."
To my shame, Axel's words go straight to my painfully hard cock, and I cant help but gasp his name wantonly as I try to match his grinding with my own desperate movements.
This is all provocation the redhead needs before he finally captures my lips in a hungry kiss, and I moan into his mouth when I feel his tongue probing around eagerly. I wrap one of my legs around him, which he takes as a cue to let go of my hands and lift me up to straddle his waist instead. The new position grants us delicious friction, making my head snap back in delight. I almost end up knocking myself out when the back of my head hits the door with a dull thud and our kiss is broken.
"As much as I'd like to have you right now, I'll settle with just leaving you a spent mess for the rest of the day, you can consider that as my payback for the coke", he says with a wink and my stomach clenches in excitement.
Suddenly Axel's actions gain urgency, his pace quickening and he hisses as my hands find their way to entangle in his fiery locks. I can feel the redhead's grin against my neck as he nibbles at the skin there, and I want to curse him, but instead I moan and fill my fists with his hair in a sharp tug.
A hot gasp from him when his hair is pulled lights a fire inside me, just like it did when we last were this intimate, and I feel myself gradually getting lost in the feel of him rutting against me. A series of open mouthed kisses against my jugular and strong hands gripping at my thighs leave me almost breathless as jolts of pleasure rake mercilessly throughout my body. A crawling hot tension in my lower abdomen alarms me of my quickly approaching orgasm and I panic.
"Ah-Axel–! S-stop–!"
"Stop? You don't really mean that, do you?"
To prove his point the redhead ceases his movements, and a desperate whine emanates from me as my body quivers against him.
"Your whole being is contradicting with what you're saying."
I feel him smiling smugly against my lips and I try to resist the urge to attack his mouth. He's switched the pace to just toying with me, keeping his movement slow and agonizing, granting me just enough to keep me craving for more, but not enough to get me off.
"Mmh–" I mewl as his hands snake their way under my shirt to lazily explore my stomach and chest for a bit.
I'm starting to feel feverish and all prickly where his hands touch me, and every time his fingers brush one of my nipples I let out small noises of appreciation. However, soon I'm reminded of the lack of stimulus to my nether regions as a needy ache starts to spread throughout my body. I try to buck my hips up, but Axel's keeping me still as he starts kissing and lapping his way down my neck instead.
My whole body jolts when the redhead suddenly bites down and sucks hard, my vision turns white for a second and my mouth opens to scream, but nothing comes out. On impulse I try to roll my hips, but the bastard's still preventing me from moving around too much. I'm so riled up that it's starting to hurt, I need to get off soon or I feel like I might die.
"A-Axel, please I need–"
"Hmm? What was that, Roxy?"
Axel knows perfectly well what I want, he just likes putting his sadistic side on a display too much to actually give a shit about whether I might die from this or not. All this – just for something I said accidentally.
However, he kinda dug himself a grave there earlier when he said that his patience isn't too great.
"Axel please– ah!" when he bites down again, another gasp slips from my lips, but this time I don't try to tone it down.
My glasses are so fogged up that I can't see a damn thing, so I throw them somewhere – when they clatter to the ground and there's a stagger in the redhead's ministrations – I grab his hair so tight that he lets out a wince. He looks at me with eyes filled with surprise and... something else. I don't know what it is but at this point I'm too far gone to care.
"Axel... I need to come–" I say as sultrily as I can, and at the same time I try to roll my hips against him, taking advantage of his temporary mental stand-still. The friction makes me see stars, and I silently beg for him not to make me stop this time, because the pent up arousal is really starting to get to me.
Suddenly Axel lets out the sexiest fucking groan that I've ever heard and I almost topple over the edge right then and there. He wobbles a bit before pressing his forehead against my neck, his heavy breathing doing a number of things to my sanity.
"Shit– Roxy, how can you be so damn hot?"
"Y-you don't get to say tha– ah! A-Axel what are youmfh–?!"
The redhead starts fiddling with my belt at the same time as he reseals our mouths in an almost frantic manner. All kinds of embarrassing wet sounds leak from our sloppy make out session, and I feel myself getting lost in the pleasure building up rapidly. My senses are beginning to go numb from the overexposure to Axel's scent and kissing him like this isn't helping.
The sudden coldness in my nether regions has me yelping into the redhead's mouth, and I realize that while we made out, Axel successfully made his way into my pants. He gives me a clouded look before he admires me from my belly button down, and the sight is nothing less than provoking.
My jeans were riding low on my hips to begin with after all that grinding, and now that they've come undone, there's really not much to leave to the imagination. My face reddens even more when I realize that the tip of my profusely leaking cock is peeking out over the hem of my white boxers, and I try to wiggle a little to hide the shameful sight.
"Fuck, that's a sexy look, Roxy", Axel breathes and reaches his hand in between my legs to lower my boxers even more to completely free the throbbing member and gives it a few lazy strokes.
"Mhhh Axel, I'm...so close..." I whine and reach up to nibble at the redhead's lower lip to encourage him further.
A curse escapes the redhead as he lowers us into a sitting position with me straddling his lap, swiftly letting his own hardness out of its confinements in the process. This is the first time we've been exposed like this to one another, and to be completely honest, I'm at a loss for words. I can't help but stare at the considerably bigger appendage standing proudly before me, and as a thought of "I did that to him" crosses my mind, my heart swells with confidence. Which is why I find the courage to give our lengths a few slow, experimental strokes.
"Nnngh– fuck..."
Hearing the redhead starting to fall apart in front of me has me letting out heavier breaths as I slowly bring us closer to the edge. Axel's hands have found their ways to cup my behind to bring me even closer, and I let my head fall against his shoulder and quicken the pace.
"Ohh sssshit–"
I'm not gonna lie, Axel's aroused sounds are what really almost has me busting my load all over us, but instead of doing that, I periodically slow down to run my thumb over his leaking head, and give his shoulder open mouthed kisses, trying to cool my arousal a little bit. He however responds by bucking his hips into my hand and pressing us closer together, which is only making things worse.
Suddenly one of his hands reaches up to grab my chin and I find myself being kissed again, this time the kiss is deeper, and it feels like he's actually trying to taste me. I try to respond to his passions with equal effort, but then my hand that was stroking us up until now is swatted away and replaced by his other hand. He starts leading a much more frantic pace, and I let out a loud, surprised moan into the redhead's mouth. A hot groan escapes Axel as well, which tells me that he must also be reaching his peak at this point.
"Ah! Axel, I'm– I'm gonna–!"
As if waiting for this moment, the redhead suddenly lowers me to sit on the ground and positions himself so that he's eye-level with my...
Wait...
"A-Axel– whuh...what are you doing?" I slur, and as his smirking green eyes meet my wide ones in a heated exchange of gazes, I already know what he's going to do. I almost come immediately when I realize what's in store for me.
"I'm treating myself to a snack I've wanted ever since we got stuck in that closet", the redhead winks and oh god, I can feel his breath on the tip of my cock.
"What–! Ever since... for how longggghhaaaaahhh–!"
My mind and throat scream in unison as – without warning – a warm, wet tightness engulfs my hardness in its entirety. My head snaps back and my arms fail to keep me sitting upright as my elbows catch my weight just before I completely fall on my back. The ruthless pace the redhead decides to conduct is bringing me to the edge very fast, and I try to keep my hips from bucking into the redhead's mouth, failing.
For what feels like several minutes, I desperately try to hold back my screams of pleasure, until I reach a point where I can't and don't even want to anymore.
"Ahhh Axel! I'm gonna... I'm coming!" I try to warn him, but instead of letting go, his sucking only increases in speed and intensity, which has the heat of an explosive orgasm starting to form in my lower abdomen.
Then, to my utmost surprise, the redhead lets out one of the most desperate, lewd sounds I've probably ever heard in my entire life as his ministrations on me stagger in the strangest of ways. A little bit alarmed (and aroused out of my mind) I sneak a glance down at him to make sure he didn't actually just die or something, and the sight that greets me is what has me finally coming undone.
What actually just happened, is that without me knowing, Axel had been working himself to an orgasm with his other hand simultaneously as he was sucking me off. The sight of his euphoric face combined with the incredibly sexy sound he made as he came, it makes me see stars and pure whiteness at the same time as I explode in his mouth in an ecstatic cry of his name. I convulse into his mouth as several waves of pleasure hit me with a vendetta, and he swallows every drop of me, almost like he's addicted to it.
As I slowly regain all my senses and start coming down from the post-orgasmic high, I notice myself lying completely flat on the floor, looking up into the ceiling of the dimly lit storage. I look down and lock eyes with the sexy teacher lying in between my legs, with – oh dear god – drops of my juices dripping down one of the corners of his mouth. The sight has me blushing furiously, and despite the fact that I just came, I feel arousal starting to bubble up inside me all over again.
If there only was more time... no, what the hell am I even thinking?! We just had sex, at work, not to mention in an environment full of children! And me, I was about to fucking jack myself off inside an unlocked classroom! Anyone could've seen me (well, someone kinda did so.) But that's not the point!
"You know, coming to work only in the afternoons is going to become more difficult if I have these kinds of activities to anticipate in the future", the redhead jokes, or at least I hope he's joking.
"Well, this has got to stop, we could get fired! And what if somebody heard us?"
The redhead's gaze turns a little dark for a moment, before the darkness is replaced by a sly grin as he stands up, reaches into his pocket to find a napkin and wipes his cum-stained hand before pulling his pants back up.
"So, you'll be fine only getting off with my scarf in between classes?" he smirks at me before finding my glasses and putting them on me. His words has my cheeks heating up in shame and I try to come up with an excuse, any excuse really to explain myself, but find none. My actions earlier before being discovered by the redhead speak pretty loudly.
"Y-you can have it back if you want, I don't need it anymore", I say as I too get up on wobbly feet and get dressed.
I'm the first to get out of the storage, and the first thing I do, is wash my hands in one of the sinks attached to the laboratory desks. Axel does the same.
"We should go, both of us should be teaching in a few minutes, and I don't want to keep your class waiting", I say, examining my wrist watch as I head towards the door.
When the redhead doesn't respond, I'm about to turn around, but before I can do that, I feel something soft and yet rough, tentatively wrapping around my neck and face. When I get a whiff of the familiar, addicting smell that is pure Axel, I whimper. My hands naturally find their way to grab at the scarf, as if my life depended on it.
"I want you to keep it, Roxy", Axel murmurs close to my ear, his hands now resting on both my shoulders as the rest of his body is pressing flush against my back.
"When your nights get lonely, or when you're craving my touch and I'm not there to give it to you, at times like those I want you to use my scarf to get you off."
His husky voice sends chills down my spine, and I moan, hopefully the scarf muffled it though, because we can't have Axel jumping me a second time. There's simply not enough time.
"Scream my name into it all you want, just promise me one thing", the redhead pauses to turn me around and press me against the door, "don't try to replace me with the stupid garment, I'm here for you to get hot and bothered over."
Damnit. Axel being all alpha-male and shit is making me excited all over again, and I avert my eyes in embarrassment.
"I-I promise, just back up a bit will you? I don't want to get all... you know. We really should go."
I try to shove the larger male off me, but being the absolute dick he is, he just presses himself closer, which has me yelping in surprise.
"What in the world could you be talking about, hmm? You don't want to get all... what exactly? Please do tell me Roxy baby, tell me what my hot piece of ass is going to do to you if I don't back up", the moron says, feigning ignorance like a professional prick.
"Really now, Axel?! Stop it, get off me you idiot!"
"Not unless you enlighten me."
"Axel, I swear to god, I will hurt you."
"Promises, promises."
I try to be all serious about this, but at the same time Axel's stupid face is starting to crack me up as he purses his lips in a whistling motion and steering his eyes towards the ceiling. In no time at all, we're both laughing, both from exhaustion and just relief in general I think.
All this time, when I should've just trusted him, instead of making a complete fool of myself only to come to the same conclusion as before. I really don't give Axel enough credit.
"eeeeeeeelp..."
Our laughter dies out when both of us react to what sounded like a distant scream. Wondering whether we actually heard someone scream just now, we both stare at the other in confusion for a while, until the scream suddenly sounds from somewhere closer.
"Somebody heeeeelp!"
Both Axel and I are out of the classroom in a split second, only for us to be almost overrun by a hysterically crying Sora.
"It's my brother, he attacked Riku! Please stop them, they're gonna kill each other!" the brunette rambles into my chest and I'm filled with dread.
This school just never changes, does it?