Slevin's always been grateful to Mr. Goodkat, has always appreciated him. But he's seventeen now, and that appreciation has grown into something... more. What is he supposed to do? Slash. Goodkat/Slevin. Non-graphic makeouts.
Like whispers in the night, in that place that never forgets, even when those people do. It starts with a horse. Eventual slash Goodkat/Slevin Boss/Rabbi. This story has chan-ish undertones. You've been duly warned.