A/N: Here comes the somewhat smutty part. eAe;

Chapter Rating: M

Summary: A fine morning it was for Itoshiki Nozomu. Having it been his day off he decided to take a nap along with his nephew, Majiru. His dream turned into a nightmare in just a few moments. A 2-leveled dream you say? You should see the 3-leveled dream!

S2-E6: The Story of Hoichi the Dreamless

A fine day for a nap during his day off, and along with his nephew, Nozomu and Majiru dozed off by the living room of Itoshiki's house…

His class, 2-H, had been acting quite normal for the first few scenes, there came a time where gradually each characters had been revised, somewhat. Chiri had been very lax, Usui having been far too popular in such an episode, Meru being a foul-spoken girl, Kiri was having such fun outside the safety of her room, Jun being lame at storytelling and Kafuka… Kafuka was just as negative as he was. She even stole his line. There were others too, like Nami – the relatively normal girl – who was now unnatural but denying it, always seeking to be called 'normal'; Kaere who seemed to be alright with hanging out with Usui, even worming herself to gain the guy's affection and many others.

But to think that this was acceptable, Nozomu nearly met his demise. His students did not want him to leave, didn't want to disappear and had come up with killing him in his own dream; a conspiracy against their beloved teacher and a great disappointment for his dream. Nozomu escaped the murderous attempts the many teenagers had thrown at him, the many cheers of his body being presented to the Meganega god Kafuka was speaking of. A rather painful fall from a cliff, running through many embellished doors, ending up making his own dream ending which they didn't agree – all which was just far too much! Well, for him it was abnormal.

After the recurring nightmare had elapsed in which most of his troublemaking students had gone a total reverse of their traits, personality and whatnot, Nozomu had woken up only to find himself inside what seemed to be a dream within a dream.

And to think that he'd finally escaped from all those horridness—

"Ah, I'm awake." Finally, somewhere he was all too familiar with, their homeroom. It seemed that he just dozed off during lunch break. "They're still not back yet?"

The tick-tocking of the wall clock filled the empty room – well, almost empty – with a gloomy and unbearable rhythm. A sound that seemed like one cannot possibly stop unless it dies off itself or someone else breaks the nerve wracking beat.

*chatter chatter*

Well, thank heavens people were getting back to the room judging from the mixed noises of conversations and laughing and all that. Nozomu was more than relieved to hear the knob turning, the door creaking a bit as it opened with the sight of his students. All of them greeted the teacher, in return Nozomu did as well. It was pretty natural, normal, and the bell began to ring for the start of afternoon classes once everyone got in.

"Good afternoon class."

"Good afternoon, Sensei."

Everything would've been alright if he hadn't felt dizzy the moment he stood up; perhaps this was why he was sleeping on the desk?

*Yellow butterfly passes by behind him without them noticing*

The subject was literature and no one would usually volunteer so the default was either Kudou or Chiri. These two were usually fine with it and Kudou, being the smartass that he was, would just let his natural talent take over so he wouldn't be called in next.

Did it feel hot suddenly or is it just me? Nozomu wasn't feeling well at all, "O-Okay class, turn to… turn to page…" For his health to deteriorate like this to the point he was panting and flushing pink across his cheeks, it was unusual. Although he had been very wracked up being utterly pessimistic and suicidal, he was a healthy man who usually took care of his body.

"Sensei, are you alright?" Abiru asked with a tilt of her head.

"Ye… Yes, now turn to—" Nozomu slammed his palm on the table's surface, clutching his forehead with his other hand to steady his stance. Everyone just stared at him, not concerned of his current state; after all, he did say he's fine, right? It felt wrong though, and upset him that no one cared that he was obviously not alright. There was one boy who definitely brightened up his gloomy air, "Sensei, you're not feeling well at all."

The voice of his favorite storyteller had been too close than expected, his body was too close even – supporting his wobbling body like the kind person that he was. "Thanks Kudou-kun, but I'll be fine." What a great lie that was, alright! The boy's touch triggered him to flush an unhealthy red, how was he getting quite sensitive at both the kid's voice and touch?

"Sensei," Kudou whispered, "you're not alright, no." The lad's grip tightened around Nozomu's wrists and waist, "Shall I help you, sensei? Take you to the sick bay?"

"N-N-No! I'm alright!" Very unlikely for him to stutter like that, but who couldn't after all your student was dangerously close to you in front of his classmates? In front of your class, the very core of your manhood – your pride – would be crushed and humiliation would flood you in the long run, especially with Nozomu's personality. "I can go there myself." But he was undeniably and uncontrollably sensitive, probably 10 times more than usual. The man was self-conscious to the extreme at his current situation! But, what were the odds of actually reacting in such a way that your students would find you disgusting for… getting hard in public while being assisted by a male student?

"Not like I'd let you, sensei." Kudou chuckled, "You don't dislike this, do you sensei?"

"I…" For one, being touched by the person you liked wasn't so bad but in front of many people it was embarrassing. He could only stifle a moan or two from the ever watchful youngsters in his peripheral vision, perhaps even sensing a few presences that he could not see – like Matoi or Kiri, wherever they are. Jun's hand weren't stopping though, no, he was far from being over. His fingers were tight on his wrists but it was enough to just hold him up while the other worked its way down to the man's groin. "No! STOP!" Nozomu jerked a bit forward.

The younger guy asked him with a simple lift of the brow, which he'd answered, 'Please, not… just not in front of them.'

It was no use though, the lad didn't seem like he wanted to stop or give up. He was just as stubborn as the teacher was. Although none of the other students seemed to care about this, he was nervous, anxious maybe, and scared of what would happen and what would become of him. All strength and energy had left him once his lips were touched by Kudou's, even his voice betraying him once the boy had undone his hakama and began touching places that he shouldn't, kissing skin that was not supposedly his to begin with. They were not lovers; they were just student and teacher and everything was totally wrong in so many levels. It was frightening, really, and not to mention this was tearing the 'adult' apart.

The top wasn't too much of a trouble for Kudou, it seemed, and buttons flew through all directions as he ripped the undershirt apart. "You're awfully quiet, sensei."

"I—aah!" No good, his voice was too lewd to even look at anything in sight, he cannot bear the faces that were watching him being harassed. Nozomu couldn't stop the moans spilling over his kiss bruised lips. "S—stop, please."

"Why, sensei? Wouldn't you like them to see… to see the real you? You like me, don't you? So this is just natural for us… even if this is just a dream."

As Nozomu was about to reply, he felt a loss of words: His voice. It wasn't cooperating at all, his body and his mind, not to mention his mouth and what he was thinking of. Everywhere Kudou touched felt so good, yet guilt and self-consciousness was eating him whole. 'I didn't want it like this!'

Wait, he was missing out something – Kudou said that this was merely a dream. So, he should be able to wake up whenever he wanted, right? Wrong, if you based on the previous dream he had. What was going to happen now? Just let the kid get away with this, on a personal level that he'd invaded his dreams now?

But it seemed that the world wasn't too hard on him. It took a nice great blow job and the moment his vision blurred into a blinding light from the ecstasy of coming inside Kudou's throat, it was then he'd woken up back to wherever he originally was. Back to his house with a sleeping Majiru on his lap, no blood-crying Chiri, no students, no Kudou – just a peaceful awakening, he guessed.

Wrong.

'Damnit! Why did—now I gotta go to the bathroom.' It seemed that this was the first time he'd ever had dreamt of something like that; being in partner of the same sex, having pleasure given to him and his body reacting quite honestly to the vivid memory of what was just a dream: A wet dream.

Well, at least it ended alright.

Chapter End