A replacement teacher

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The closer they got to the principal's office, the more his movements slowed, his cheeks becoming flushed. Shinra jabbed him in the ribs, no doubt warning him, that his feelings were visible. It was Kadota that knocked on the door. Erika and Walker were in a heated conversation.

Izaya was leaning against the door, eyes locked on him. He shook his head, feeling more than slightly creeped out. "Come in." Turning away, he covered his mouth, hiding the smile that had appeared hearing his lover's voice. Kadota opened the door, everyone else following, Shinra was the last in, closing the door.

All of them stood in a long line, in front of Tom's desk. He raised an eyebrow, gaze travelling along the line, his gaze briefly lingering on the blond. "You should all be in class." Kadota shrugged. "The teacher at the gate, told us to come here." The principal sighed. "All of you?" Shinra answered for them. "We didn't want Shizuo or Kasuka to be late. Especially Izaya, its his first day."

Shizuo kept still, his legs tightly closed and for once he was glad his uniform wasn't too tight. That gaze made his knees weak. "Well, firstly. Izaya welcome to our school. Now give me one reason, I shouldn't give you all a detention." He tried not to shiver. The flea ruined it all, by stepping forward. "I'm sorry. I didn't know, about the rules." Shizuo shook his head, like Tom would believe that crap.

"Well then, I wouldn't want to make you miss your first class. You can go." Izaya shot him a smile, as he walked past all of them. He heard Shinra's whisper. "I told you he was an ass hole." The blond grinned bitterly, as the door opened and closed. "Tanaka-sensei, they did it for our sake. I'll take the blame." He cut off his brother's protest. Tom's eyes widened slightly. "Shizuo Heiwajima, you stay. The rest of you can go."

Shinra winked at him, before turning to leave. Kasuka patted him on the back. "Sorry, nii-san." He nodded, watching him leave the room. Kadota rested his hand on his shoulder. "Sorry man. We tried." The blond smiled. "Thanks Kadota. I'll see you at lunch." The other teen nodded. "Come on your three." He dragged the two otakus from the office, closing the door behind him.

The two of them waited in silence. Shizuo standing there, Tom sitting at his desk. "Your friends care about you, Shizuo." Yeah they did. He smiled as Tom rolled the chair back, making his way to the door, there was a click as the door locked. "Although the new kid seems a bit off." The blond grinned bitterly, picking up a pile of paperwork and dropping it on the floor and closing the curtains. "So its the desk today?"

Shizuo sighed as strong arms wrapped around his waist from behind him. The blond turned in his grasp, leaning up so their lips brushed. Long fingers, quickly worked at his uniform, letting it drop to the floor. His shoes and pants followed. Pulling his self up on the desk, he held out his wrists. "Shizuo..."

The blond shook his head. "Please Tom." The principal sighed, loosening his tie. "I need you to." He didn't move as the tie was removed from his lover's neck, the loop slipped over his hands and pulled tight, biting into his skin. Shizuo sighed, nipping at the older man's lips. He needed this, to contain the monster, make sure he didn't hurt anyone.

Tom kissed him back, taking control as Shizuo gasped into his mouth, letting the other explore, his cavern. Tongues entwined around each others, the kiss becoming sloppy, saliva dribbling from the corner of his mouth, a thin string connecting them as they broke apart. "More." And then they were clinging to each other, Shizuo's trembling fingers working on Tom's belt. A moan slipped from between his lips, strong fingers tweaked at his nipples, his wet muscle trailing along his neck. His fingers faltered in their movement, leaning back against the desk.

Tom's hand slid down his abdomen, cupping his growing arousal. Strong fingers gripped him, slowly stoking him to full hardness. "Hurry. I can't miss the next class." He blinked at the grin he received. "You can't be late." damp fingers worked his body, making him arch his back, biting his lip to stop the escaping moans. "Your teacher called in sick, I'll be your substitute."

The blond nodded, laying on his back, encouraging slicked fingers inside him. "He held his bound wrists tightly to his chest, giving in to the pleasure that had overtaken him. Fingers pushed into him, stretching him and prodding into his prostate. And now one hand stroked him, the remaining fingers rolling his sack, as he writhed underneath the older man.

His abdomen tightened and he knew he was about to cum, his body shook, his eyes widening. His orgasm hit him hard, covering his stomach and the top of the desk. Shizuo lay there limp, his legs swinging uselessly. "Are you okay? Shizuo." He nodded, his breath coming out harsh and uneven. "Do you want to continue?" He finally came down from his high, pushing himself up and wrapping his legs around Tom, bringing him closer.

He blinked as if he missed something, Tom's pants were missing, his hardened protected cock, prodding teasingly against his hole and then he was full. Legs over the man's shoulders, he shifted forward, into the intrusion, enjoying every moment. His vision turned pure white, as Tom hit that spot, that send him off the edge. "Fuck. There."

He lay back on the desk, unable to move. He jolted as Tom slowed his rhythm, a last few deep thrusts, the older man tensing, before he pulled out. He watched through half lidded eyes, as Tom pulled out of him, carefully rolling the condom off, his now flaccid member and throwing it away.

He was left naked on the desk, Tom vanishing from sight, he came back seconds later, holding a glass of water. "Here." Shizuo thanked him, pulling himself up and wincing at the movement. Emptying the glass, he rested his head against Tom's shoulders. The older male, helped him dress, buttoning up his shirt, while he tried to pull on his pants. "I love you, Shizuo."

Shizuo said nothing, focusing on the button of his pants. "Shizuo? Is everything okay?" Tom was used to his confessions being ignored. "Yeah. Its fine." The other man nodded, not believing it for a second. "Are you sure? Everything at home okay?" The blond sighed, Tom tried to act like his counsellor. "I'm fine Tom. I'm gonna go to class." Giving him a quick kiss, he pulled himself up, trying not to limp as he unlocked the door.

By the time he got to his classroom, the limp was barely noticeable. He knocked on the door, opening it, only to have the entire class and teacher look at him. "I'm glad you decided to join us, Heiwajima." Turning away from everyone's gaze he looked back at his teacher. "Sorry sensei, I was with the principal."

"Again? Do try and stay out of trouble. Take your seat." He grimaced as he made his way to his desk, seeing that the one behind was occupied. Crimson eyes gleamed up at him. Of all the damn classes he could have been put in, it had to be his. And now he was stuck with him at school and at home. He tried not to flinch as he sat down, not at all comfortable that Izaya was sitting behind him.

He cursed as his chair moved, knowing who the culprit was. Ignoring him, he held his anger as his chair was kicked again. "Cut it out, Izaya." The other teen didn't reply, again kicking his chair. HE shot up out of his seat, groaning in pain. "I said cut it out. You damn flea." And now the whole class was staring at him again. "Heiwajima. Sit down." Damn it. He grinned as the bell rang, ending the class.

Of course it didn't matter, he was still stuck with the teen. His attention though was drawn to their substitute teacher who had just walked into the room. The chatter that filled the room, stopped everyone lapsing into silence. "Settle down. Your teacher called in sick today. I will be substituting for her."

"Heiwajima, can you hand out these sheets?" with a nod, he got up, taking the pile from his lover. No one thanked him, or said anything about him. The last person was Izaya. He growled as the sheet was removed from his hand, a slight sting telling him he had a paper cut. Handing the rest back to Tom, he headed to his seat.

"You've each been given a sheet of paper, I want you to write an essay of something important to you." A few in the class groaned. He could feel Tom's eyes on him. So the man hadn't gotten the message. He was still trying to interfere. Putting the piece of paper to one side, he lay on the desk, with his arms crossed.

He swallowed the feeling of guilt. Tom couldn't know, not about how much his family meant to him. Not his nightmares or about his mother. He couldn't know any of it. And for some reason, he didn't want him to know about Izaya either. The fact they were sharing a bed in the same house. Even though they weren't doing anything wrong, he still didn't want him to know. "Shizu-chan. Are you falling asleep in class?" He said it loud enough for everyone to hear. He was going to kill him. The damn annoyance.

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