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Fifth Moon
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6.6"
(Oneshot)
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Warning: Cringe and smut ahead. You've been warned. The second part is easier to the eye, but heavier in red flags (I know you can find them).
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Allen walked into the empty classroom, at that hour there were no students in the school.
Van then entered the room.
It was getting dark.
The two men looked into each other's eyes. Allen had blue eyes.
Van's were red.
That was his natural eye colour.
(aren't they brown?)
They always met at the same hour in the same classroom.
Ever since they met in the teachers' lounge, they couldn't take their eyes off each other.
And the hands. They also had their hands on each other all the time.
When they were alone in the classroom.
Allen was attracted to Van's delicate hands and smooth skin.
He also admired his dark, toned, and defined body. Even dressed, his muscles could be noticed.
And his untamed black hair and the fresh scent of freshly cut grass.
But there was something he liked more.
(giggles)
Van had always been drawn to blondes. Allen's hair was long and golden, like the sun.
A masculine face with a strong jaw and an endowed body sculpted by the gods.
And a height and a voice and an agility that dominated him.
He couldn't wait anymore.
But they'd try something different this time.
(like what?)
Van tied Allen to the teacher's chair with a rope.
(wow!)
But before tying him up, as soon as he crossed the door and they saw each other while the sunset was visible in the sky, they kissed.
Van launched himself at Allen and kissed him passionately.
Their tongues danced in a battle of dominance and testosterone.
(ugh)
(what "ugh"? I saw you glued to Albatou's palate behind the restrooms at recess)
(you didn't have to see that!)
(sadly I did, the mental damage is irreparable)
Handily, Van stripped Allen of his shirt, pants, and boxers.
He delighted in the sight of his well-defined muscles.
And pushed him down into the chair.
Allen knew what was coming next and smiled seductively.
Van smiled devilishly.
And began to tie him up. When he was done, he stroked him up and down.
From chest to crotch.
Allen closed his eyes and moaned in pleasure.
(I think he should moan later)
(you think?)
Allen closed his eyes and enjoyed his touch.
Van knelt before him without taking his eyes off his face.
And used his hands to caress his entire length.
(Hitomi!)
(what?!)
(you're as red as a tomato!)
(you too, Merle!)
Allen moaned in pleasure.
(see?, that's better)
(smart ass)
When Van used his mouth instead of his hands, Allen's screams became louder.
But there was no one in the school who could hear him anymore.
He was at the mahogany-eyed man's mercy.
(is that even a word?)
(I read it in a fanfic)
Allen couldn't take it anymore and came in his mouth.
(giggles)
Van smirked, looking at Allen, all sweaty and agitated and flushed from the pleasure he had given him.
But now it was Van's turn to get his pleasure from him.
(smells like coffee)
(Hitomi! focus, we're at the best part)
He unzipped his pants and pulled out his dark member.
His sword.
His dragon.
(c'mon, Hitomi, make up your mind)
(that sounds too vulgar, there must be a prettier word)
He roughly slid his 12 inches into Allen's mouth.
(12? that's Albatou's size?)
(Merle!)
(seriously, how far have you gotten with him? he seems like a jerk)
(well... we've touched, but never under our clothes. He's not as rough as you think! He's quite respectful, even if he doesn't seem like it)
(sure!)
Van moved faster and faster and held Allen's head to keep up.
He also moaned as much or more than Allen did when Van pleasured him.
He was about to reach the limit.
He yelled Allen's name before coming.
And Allen had no choice but to savour and drink it all.
(sighs)
"I'm not your literature teacher, but I have to admit, that's a very creative story."
(maximize window)
(minimize window)
Behind their backs, two girls could hear a male voice. One of them was a short, tan girl with pink hair that reached her shoulders; the other was a pale girl with very short ash-blond hair. Both were dressed in a similar manner, with brown jackets over white blouses, pleated skirts—at a knee length that might warrant a report—and white stubby socks wrapped around their ankles like caterpillars. They turned to face the man who had been peering over their shoulders at their computer screen in the junior high school's technology lab.
Van Fanel, who taught them math—the hot protagonist of their story—was the school's youngest teacher and thus the one who attracted the most attention from the students—he preferred to call it bullying. He wore a long-sleeved wine-coloured cotton shirt—narrow at the torso, with the collar button undone, exposing evenly tanned skin—and beige linen trousers tucked inside brown leather boots. His left hand rested on the metal desk behind him, and his right held a coffee cup with the logo of a popular coffee shop, his black-rimmed glasses fogged by the steam from it. From between the tiny specks of glass, his eyes glowed like embers on a dark night.
He had a habit of running his hand through his hair when he got frustrated—Merle and Hitomi played a game of guessing how many times he would do it in class—and at that precise moment, the black bush was pointing in different directions.
How long had he been there? How much had he read or overheard?
"I want to be very clear about one thing: I have zero interest in men. Least of all, Mr. Schezar, the PE instructor."
The two girls looked at him in disbelief until they had the decency to stand up as if the seats were on fire, and they bowed deeply, almost hitting their noses on the floor.
"We're s-sorry!"
The professor looked at them with the cold eyes of a dragon assessing its prey.
"If you delete your entire bestseller and never again write anything like that on school equipment," he said, "I'll be spared the trouble of taking you to the teacher's lounge, filing a report to your parents, and having two permanent empty seats in the school. Otherwise, I'd be left with no choice."
"Y-yes!"
"Yes, Mr. Fanel!"
The girls shouted in unison, straightened up like springs, and sat down in front of the machine to erase even their own existence. Hitomi hit the Delete key as if their lives depended on it, while Merle tried to use Ctrl+A to select everything. But all they accomplished was to sabotage each other. Fanel made sure they left no trace while taking a sip of his coffee and keeping an eye on the glass wall that led to the hallway outside. Once the text editor looked blank, Hitomi saved the changes and closed the file. The girls turned to face the satisfied professor, who grinned as devilishly as they had described him.
"Good. I hope I made myself clear," he said, pointing at them with his coffee-holding hand. "We have a deal. Don't forget."
Like good, obedient girls, they repeated in unison:
"Yes, professor!"
The man was about to drink from his cup when he stopped and turned his attention to Merle instead.
"Miss Ginga, I would like to speak privately with Miss Kanzaki."
"O-of course. Thank you, Mr. Fanel... I'll be in the cafeteria, Hitomi."
"Okay, see you there."
Merle bowed and made a bolt out of the room with her backpack in hand. Cold sweat ran down Hitomi's temples. The man straightened up, took the seat that had been left vacant next to her, and set his cup down on the desk. He took off his glasses, placed them down on the keyboard, and crossed his fingers over his stomach. He looked at her intently, his russet eyes not moving from hers. Hitomi found herself lost in the answer to an enigma and stirred involuntarily in her seat. She looked away, ashamed, down at the man's hands, focusing on his long fingers topped by short pinkish nails, avoiding lowering her eyes any further. Over her lap, the girl kneaded her own fingers.
"Miss Kanzaki," Hitomi looked up when he spoke, "you may find it difficult to see it this way, but I understand your actions. I know it's a discovery age; I've been there myself, and exploring your sexuality through fiction and other artistic means is perfectly normal," the girl swallowed, looking down at the floor between them. "But remember that the school is not an appropriate place for that."
"I-I understand..."
"I hope you do and act accordingly. Although I can be understanding, the school has strict policies regarding this type of behaviour. It would be unfortunate to throw away your education for something like this."
Once again, Hitomi seemed entranced by the cords on his boots. Sighing, Mr. Fanel ran his right hand through his hair.
He continued, "One... no, two more things," he said, and his student sank back into her chair, fearing that the worst part was now coming. "Please be careful about setting boundaries with your partner and others... Remember, too, the importance of being responsible. You can always find different protection methods free of charge in the infirmary."
Waves of blood painted Hitomi's face a deep crimson. She tightened her grip on the folds of her skirt.
"Thank you, Mr. Fanel... for your help. I-I'll keep that in mind."
"Very well. That was all I wanted to tell you. Have a good evening, Miss Kanzaki."
Mr. Fanel rested his ankle on his left knee and picked up the coffee to take a sip. Hitomi looked at him through her bangs and bowed her head in thanks and farewell. Standing up, she slung her backpack over her shoulder. As she passed him on her way out the glass door, she saw him smile, and the scent of coffee and forest cologne blended with a barely audible whisper.
Abashed and unsure if it was her imagination playing tricks on her, Hitomi froze a few steps later and slowly turned around, but all she saw was a glimpse of the professor's broad back as he retreated from the room, using the door on the other side.
Her face turned red once again.
How could he have said "6.6"?
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A/N: When an authority figure uses their power over someone else, is abuse. And kids are kids, used to obey adults.
Thank you all for your support! I'm really curious to know what you think of this one-shot, so don't hesitate to comment!
Zw