[one-shot, nc-17, series] Second Level Offense - AtsushixAki
Title: Second Level Offense
Author: echo_plex
Pairing: AtsushixAki (BUCK-TICK, SID)
Series: Disciplinary Action Fantasies [2/4]
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Underage!Aki, slash, sort of crack, crossdressing
Disclaimer: If Aki really did wear school outfits for Atsushi, do you seriously think I'd be here writing about it? I'd be watching all day~
Summary: The headmaster at Aramashikyo Preparatory, Atsushi Sakurai, is a fair man who runs a tight ship in this educational establishment, but is understanding regarding the rights and some preferences of the students; however, he has no sympathy for rule breakers - among them the young, daring Ichiki Akihito, or more commonly known as 'Aki.' Let's see what happens when Aki continues to get sent to the Headmaster's office for raising hell on school grounds.
Notes: This was originally written for 15minutefantasy which is a fun, small but cozy community where muses can write out whatever gets their rocks off, but for some reason, I'm posting here first. Oh, and please don't think this has great depth -- it's half-crack, half-smut, after all. Second one-shot of the series. And yeah, it's been a while since I've posted, hasn't it been?
Previous Offenses: First Level Offense
Two weeks and the school was still quiet. No paper fights, no teachers getting insulted, the fire alarms were safe, no toilets were exploding... needless to say it was peaceful in the hallways and the classrooms and the smiles on the teachers' faces weren't cracked at the corners with tension for once. People seemed to be enjoying the mellow, trouble-free air that seemed to have settled over the school, especially the Headmaster. There was no one bursting into his office demanding he do something about a problem, no suspension slips to review, parent conferences to be arranged...
And then there was the sound he had dreaded hearing for two weeks: the sound of his door being thrown open and a faculty member dragging Aki in, except that this time, the boy had company. Another boy with teary eyes and a red face stood by the door while the teacher explained to him that the janitor had found Aki kissing the boy in the supply closet, that the boy had been on his knees and Aki had been holding him by his tie, nearly choking him. Surely the Ichiki boy had tried to humiliate and injure the other boy, in school grounds, no less! The Headmaster quickly dismissed the teacher and had both boys take a seat. As usual, Aki sauntered into the room confidently, took the seat closest to Atsushi and sat down with his legs crossed in a feminine, coquettish way. The other boy, ashamed as he was, walked slowly and shied away from looking at Atsushi in the face, his body language screaming his embarrassment and fear.
"I would like to hear what happened, boys. Consider your answer carefully because I will know if you are lying. Mori-san, did Ichiki-san force you in any way?"
The Mori boy answered no and kept his head down; Aki, on the contrary, seemed quite pleased with himself. Aki's fingers picked at the hem of his skirt absently as his eyes followed the movement of the Headmaster's eyes. Atsushi watched as the Mori boy burst into tears and then it was Aki who spoke.
"He asked me if I would kiss him and I said no, then he asked again and I took him to the janitor's closet. He wanted me to kiss him that way and I only obliged him."
And as usual, Aki didn't seem at all repentant, but then again, what was new with him?
"Is this true, Mori-san?" Atsushi's voice was quiet, his eyes showed no anger or irritation. and his overall demeanor exuded an appraising calm that made the Mori boy stop his crying, yet made him tremble with apprehension. The answer to the Headmaster's question was shaky, shamed 'yes' uttered in a whisper so low, Atsushi nearly asked him to repeat himself, but that would have probably upset the boy more. He gave the boy a talk about respecting himself and the school grounds, that if he wanted to indulge in things of that kind, school was not the place to do them. Deciding the boy had had enough, he simply told him to go back to class. The boy was quick to leave and once the boy was gone, Aki laughed.
"He was cute, wasn't he, Atsushi-sama? Makes me want to do things to him," Aki moaned out the last few words as he bit his lip provocatively, making Atsushi's eyes glance down to avoid registering the expression of shameless pleasure in Aki's face. The boy laughed while he watched the older man look away and played with the hem of his stockings --crimson today to match the red of the plaid school skirt-- in another attempt to draw the Headmaster's eyes to him. It seemed as if Atsushi wasn't biting, but the boy was willing to bet the Headmaster had noticed at some point; maybe even stared while Aki was mindfucking Mori during the older man's lecture.
"You shouldn't say those things to me, Ichiki-san." It was clear the flustered headmaster was uncomfortable in the way the threatening tone he used so well on others had disappeared from his voice and left visible traces of the man's vulnerability to certain words and actions, but damnit if Atsushi was going to let it show completely.
However, when you were so used to the Headmaster's scoldings and rages, picking up his indecision was a piece of cake.
"Why not, Atsushi-sama? Is it because they make you hot and bothered, maybe even horny enough to bend Mori over and have your wicked way with him?" Aki laughed softly in reaction at the Headmaster's expression of murderous indignation, getting up from the seat and dodging the open-handed slap that had been intended for him. The boy knew full well he was pushing the Headmaster's buttons more than he should have, but that was always with the older man -- his boiling points were always interesting to see and take advantage of when there was something to be gained.
..Just like last time...it could probably work again...
"Don't you fucking dare to insinuate those things! I would never..." Atsushi's flaring anger got the best of his tongue and choked his breath, causing him to struggle to say the words that both incensed him most and made him ashamed. Still smiling, Aki made his way around the desk, turned Atsushi in his chair to face him and knelt before him demurely. The older man gave Aki a nasty, hateful look, but it was as if the boy had never even noticed it; he toyed with his skirt without batting so much as an eyelash at the angry man and fixed him with a sensuous little smile.
"Shh, Atsushi-sama, I know, I know -- you just did that to me...and you know, just so you feel at peace, let's keep it at just me, yes? I rather like being the only one favored like that~"
Taking one of Atsushi's hands, Aki brought it to his lips and pressed his lips to the center of the older man's palm in a lingering kiss, tracing the lines of his palm with the tip of his tongue stud. Atsushi shuddered faintly and his first instinct was to draw his hand back from the teasing stimulation, but Aki had a firmer grip on his wrist than he would have expected from the slender, girlish boy. Why did he always wind up cornered by Aki -- in his territory no less? He really needed to rectify that...
"It was only once and it will remain that way, Aki. Now, leave my office this instant."
Aki ignored the command, as usual, and pressed a kiss to the inside of Atsushi's wrist, his eyes trained on the other man's with a hungry glint. "Don't tell me you haven't thought of a second time, Atsu-sama...I have, and for many days, too, you know. I went to others during the last two weeks to try and feel what I felt when you fucked me... and you know what I found, Atsu-sama? It didn't feel the same way...they couldn't make me feel like you did," Aki whispered faintly against the tender skin of the man's wrist and let his lips travel higher as he continued to speak, "...none of them bruised me as good as you did, nor did they make me tremble as hard as you did when you were breaking me, Atsu-sama.." Aki's words trailed off into a soft moan and his eyes closed momentarily, arching his body slightly as his own words made his body tighten and burn from the inside out. Atsushi was by no means immune, much less to Aki, unfortunately; he clenched his fingers into a fist as Aki's lips lingered on his skin and tried to pull his hand away again, shuddering.
"Aki, please... don't do this..."
"Don't do what? Make you feel good, give and take of what I'm craving so badly, Atsu-sama? You really have to quit saying no to things you want," Aki cut the older man off, rising to his feet and forcing Atsushi to a standing position as well by tugging hard on his tie; the elder smacked Aki's hand away, but didn't shrug off the slender body crashing against his body and hooking a long leg around his waist to keep him trapped in the fierce embrace. The Headmaster didn't have the time to extricate himself, and as soon as Aki's body was pressing against his, he couldn't really find the will to do so either. Atsushi gripped Aki's hips tightly to keep himself from either responding too eagerly or pushing the boy away completely; there was no denying he had entertained the thought of another time with Aki, and he had tried to stay strong...but it only worked when Aki wasn't around. Maybe he had developed an appetite for the forbidden or maybe he was courting disaster and signing his own death sentence; either way, he yielded to the hungry kiss Aki launched into and drank the boy's passion thirstily, possessing his mouth with his and caressing Aki's studded tongue in long passes that made the boy moan under his breath. His own panting breaths mingled with Aki's soft mewls and the more Atsushi directed his energies toward drawing sweet little noises from Aki, the less energies he had to uphold his crumbling barriers.
"A-Atsu-sama~ Please...don't think, just...just.. please.." Aki's plea was quiet and panted against his lips, the boy's body taut and arched against his wantonly. Letting his hands wander down to touch Aki, Atsushi caressed the boy's side with tentative touches of his fingertips that soon progressed to bolder and rougher touches; by the time his hands reached Aki's hips, they were tugging his skirt up impatiently to get at the heated skin underneath. Aki aided him by unzipping the skirt with nimble fingers and slipped it off his body over his head in a hurry; the weight of Atsushi's hands teased his need and the more he could feel of the Headmaster's body on his, the better to soothe the longing that was eating at him from the very depths of his being.
"What the hell are you...Oh, Christ, Aki...that's..." Atsushi couldn't find words to describe the little frilly red number Aki was wearing under his uniform skirt; it was red, cute, and racier than he approved of as an educator and father (if he were one). As a lover, however, he pursed his lips and tugged at the scarlet chiffon, lowering it to free Aki's arousal so he could wrap his fingers around it. The boy hummed lowly and rolled his hips into Atsushi's hand boldly, wanting those hands to stroke him again, to draw pleasure from him in waves, fluids, jolts -- anything so long as they touched him and renewed the delicious burn they had left weeks ago.
"Sexy, no? I wear them with you in mind....Mhnmmm, please, more...touch me, Atsu-sama...I've missed you..." Aki's pleased little smirks turned into a more somber expression that betrayed his desires as the elder's grip on his hardened length tightened and stroked him firmly, slowly. With a soft whisper of Atsushi's name, Aki rested his forehead against the Headmaster's shoulder and clung to him, driving his body back and forth against Atsushi's to find those growing tendrils of ecstasy that had made him burn so hotly the previous time. Suddenly, Atsushi's hand released Aki's length and pushed him away; Aki's face contorted into a pained, fearful expression for a second and he struggled to gather his bearings to not seem that affected by the abrupt change of situation.
"Atsu-sama! No...don't st--"
"Strip, then put your hands on the desk." Atsushi's voice was gruff and perhaps the harshest he'd ever heard it from the man; Aki almost quivered as if he'd been reprimanded, but the blazing gaze that was devouring his body from head to toe quickly stifled his urge to cringe and shy away. If Aki had ever doubted the Headmaster's resolve to possess his body, that wasn't the time and he complied quickly as well as gladly; he kicked off his panties unceremoniously (despite his initial idea of doing a small striptease for Atsushi), toed off his boots, swept them aside, and yanked his tie off his neck so fast he nearly choked himself. Before he could get at the buttons of his shirt, Aki gasped weakly and leaned back into Atsushi's body, letting the man unbutton his shirt and peel it off him. Aki secretly glowed with the satisfaction of having made Atsushi react in such a way and posed no objection to the bruising feeling of Atsushi's hands squeezing and caressing his chest almost in a similar way to hands molding warm clay.
Anything the Headmaster wanted to do with his body --with him-- at that moment he would allow if it meant the older man would continue to display such yearning for him, to make him sigh and burn with such intensity.
"Hmnh, Atsu-sama~ Yesssss... anything you want~" Aki rewarded Atsushi's passion by reaching back and threading his fingers through the older man's hair, clinging to him as he rubbed his back and rear into the solid, warm front of Atsushi's body. The headmaster slapped his hip sharply and commanded him to stop wiggling while he unbuttoned his slacks, but Aki merely groaned and paid no heed to the warning; if anything, he threw himself even more heartily into arching his rear and pressing against Atsushi's hips and hands, panting softly and groaning in the other man's ear.
"I told you to stop that," Atsushi growled and shoved his slacks down with briefs included, then tore Aki's hands away from his hair roughly. "I told you to put your hands on the desk, Akihito, and I told you to stop moving." Aki laughed softly and rested his palms against the cool mahogany surface and arched his back sharply, exposing his bare bottom to Atsushi whom gladly obliged Aki's craving and pressed himself against the rounded swell. "Yes, Atsu-sama, my apologies, Atsu-sama..." the boy purred and widened his stance to make himself more accessible to Atsushi, hoping the older man caught the drift and stopped stalling the inevitable (or what he hoped would be). The feeling of a hard, hot length pressed against him in that manner was still rather new to Aki, but the longing for the pleasure and thrill it provided deep inside was stronger than any nervousness tensing his body.
"Reach for the lotion in that drawer," the elder prompted, but Aki shook his head and pressed himself more insistently against the Headmaster's arousal, grinding against it to dissuade the man from using such uncomfortable lubrication. "No, just...I don't need it, Atsu-sama...I can handle it, I swear," Aki gave the elder a pleading from over his shoulder and gripped Atsushi's bare hips to press him against his rear; Atsushi shook his head and went to reach for the lotion, but Aki grabbed onto his wrist and clasped it tightly to keep him from the drawer.
"It will hurt you, Aki...just let me--"
"No...I can handle it, I know I can..." Aki's words were forceful and hurried, an echo of the urgency with which his body thrummed and squirmed against Atsushi's. Aki knew he could handle the pain of a dry breaching because, after all, he had gone to others seeking the release of sex, but those others had not been as kind as the Headmaster had been; the pain was great -- somewhat more painful than that first pain of Atsushi's invasion-- but he would put up with it for the sake of getting what he wanted immediately. The more it hurt, the longer he'd feel it, feel him...
"Brace yourself, then, Aki...it's going to hurt," Atsushi muttered warningly in his ear and Aki nodded quickly, trying to contain himself from showing his growing frustration to the Headmaster. To cooperate with Atsushi, Aki bent over the desk and hissed as the cold wood tightened his belly and tensed his body with shudders, widening his stance to his limit and relaxed himself as much as he could; it wasn't much, but it would have to be enough to withstand the...
"Ohgod, Atsu-sama! Ahmmnmm!" Aki's lip stung sharply as the boy bit into it to contain the agonized whimper that was attempting to shred his throat at the hot flare of pain as the Headmaster's length entered him forcefully,the intense feeling of a thick cock head parting his unprepared walls nearly unbearable. It was his own fault for being so greedy and wanting the other man inside him without accounting for Atsushi's size; this wasn't like the other times, this dark, handsome man of his fantasies was nothing like those others he'd gone to. But, being the masochist he'd always prided himself in being, he was going to welcome this even if broke him completely.
"Aki...f--are you hurt? Do I need to...mhpmhh...stop?" Atsushi's panted breaths reverberated hotly against the skin of Aki's shoulder in an echo of his steady movements against the boy's body; Aki shook his head stubbornly and pushed back against the intrusion inside him to encourage the older man to move. For all he wanted to see the Headmaster's face twist with pleasure one more time, Aki was glad to be facing Atsushi's desk so the other man could not see in his face how much it actually hurt; with his face pressed against papers and his body immobilized between hard wood and a hard body, he could hide the vulnerability he refused to part with for fear of seeming too childish.
"You wouldn't be so tense if you weren't hurting..."
"I'm...fine...please, more..."
More for what? More pain, maybe even tears and a soreness that would probably keep him in bed up to a day? Definitely. Anything, no matter how painful, was better than nothing at all, better than the mere memories of Atsushi claiming him and taking him over the edge, of clinging to him and inhaling his scent as his body bowed and shook in pleasure... of feeling so boneless and full with his own release staining his thighs and Atsushi's coating his insides; he could plan to seduce the Headmaster over and over, but he couldn't be sure it wouldn't be the last time Atsushi let his guard down...
"Then relax," Atsushi's whisper so close to his ear surprised him, but Aki quickly masked his reaction with a low moan and tried to match the easy pace of the Headmaster's length parting him inside with careful rolls of his hips; Atsushi pressed his body against the boy's back and guided him through the rhythm until his body was no longer tense with pain, but tight with the hot longing building up with each thrust that slid home and made him groan against Atsushi's paperwork. "Feel better?" Atsushi whispered yet again, scooping Aki's body up and thrusting more animatedly into him as the boy's body clenched and shuddered underneath in the most beautiful fever. Aki's nod of assent was weak, but his moans were progressively escalating, hitting pained grunts when Atsushi's cock brushed against sensitive walls and their bodies collided against one another.
"Mhnm, A--Atsu-sa...ma....fuck," Aki's curses barely rose above a whisper, but his strained voice resonated in Atsushi's ears loudly and it magnified the thumping of their hearts, the sounds of friction between them and his own sighs to a nearly unbearable loudness; was this what the sound of losing yourself in someone was like? Had he forgotten it that quick or had he failed to lose himself before? The position drew him deep into Aki, but he wanted to kiss that little hungry mouth and watch his face... what if he was hurting Aki and the boy was trying to downplay it? The delicious thrill of Aki's body clenching tightly around him and the shapely swell of his rear bouncing against his hips were reason enough to hold the boy down and ride his slender body to completion that way, but that other part of him wouldn't stop nagging at him to turn Aki around and embrace him properly, to show him some sliver of affection. In the end, selfishness won out and Atsushi continued to surge into Aki without disengaging him, making it up to the boy with heated kisses to his neck and breathy calls of his name as his cock continued to batter the breath and ecstasy out of him.
"Ah....Atsu-sama...harder...I...please," Aki reached back shakily and tugged on Atsushi's hair as he begged in whispers, rocking back and shuddering when Atsushi sank too deep and dragged every inch of himself against hot walls rippling with sensitivity; his chest rose and fell faster and faster the more the Headmaster prolonged the relentless assault on his body, making him gasp for air to the point of sobbing. It wasn't long until tears gathered at the corner of Aki's eyes and flowed down his cheeks; his body was stretched out painfully over the desk as he clung to Atsushi, his insides were coiled tightly and scorching hot with the lust swirling low in his belly, and his mind was muddled with Atsushi-sama's masculine, erotic grunts and images of their first time together. Why was it different with Atsushi-sama? Could it be that.... no, sex was sex, and this intensity was probably because Atsushi was older and more experienced than those others he had allowed to fuck him. He wasn't so easy to form attachments, he couldn't be -- The Headmaster could snap at any moment and cast him away and where would he be, then?
Aki shut his eyes and tugged on the Headmaster's hair hard, pressing their bodies closer and tightening around him to try and dispel those destructive thoughts; they were bad to have when they were this close to each other, close to....
"I'm going to burst, Atsu-s-samaaa.... harder, pleeease~"
Atsushi didn't need to be told twice; his conscience had long taken a backseat and he himself was close; he could already feel himself boiling in places so deep only release could begin to put out the fire burning at his nerves. With a swift pull, Atsushi brought Aki's upper body back toward him and locked an arm around his waist, holding him in place in a standing position while his other hand snaked down the boy's body in a slow slide and settled around Aki's erection. Just like their first time, a gasp escaped past Aki's lips and the boy's body trembled in his grasp; Atsushi drove Aki forward with a shove of his body into the boy's and he bit off a scream, his hips helplessly driven into a hand that was intent on milking him with steady pumping. More tears slid down his cheeks and he rode Atsushi's cock where he stood, rocking back erratically and digging his nails into the older man's hips as his body tightened to a hair's breadth away from orgasm.
"Hmm, shit...A-Aki," Atsushi hissed in Aki's ear and buried his face into the boy's shoulder, holding off on the impulse to come; to keep himself from grunting any louder, the older man clamped down on Aki's shoulder and bit hard, flicking his tongue desperately over the flesh as he brutalized those tight, scorching walls with maddened shoves.
The scream of Atsushi's name came as a muffled gasp behind Aki's hand and boy's body arched tautly against Atsushi's, his cries rising to a frantic pitch as his body exploded into fluid bursts of creamy white. The more Aki tried to rock away from the Headmaster's brutal onslaught, the harder he was tugged back and impaled on a cock ready to burst; biting the inside of his cheeks, Aki sobbed and jerked in Atsushi's hold with his own orgasm and oversensitivity beating him down, crying out as his body clenched and unclenched around the Headmaster's battering intrusion. The pain of sensitivity, of the stinging bite on his shoulder, mixed with the overwhelming waves of climax and drowned him in it; he needed air, needed a moment to stop burning, but he also needed the Headmaster's essence inside him -- where he could keep it inside and fantasized he still felt it when the bruises disappeared and memories faded around the edges.
"At-su..sama...i-inside me, please, all of your...c-come~"
"Aki..." a warning growl escaped the older man, pressing his lips to Aki's neck as his eyes rolled back in contained pleasure --this wasn't the time to exploit his secret weakness of heated words, not when all he wanted was to rend the boy in two and take his pleasure from him, to bury himself so deep and empty himself down to the very last drop. He almost there, almost --he could already feel his lower body tightening and his shaft throbbed in a delicious rhythm that matched the clenching of Aki's passage; his body was leaking steadily and there was little in the way of holding back his imminent release inside that little passage he had personally claimed and broken. The Headmaster's thrusts lost some of their fluidity, but the aggression was still there, fueled by agitation of being a step away from bliss; Aki only clamped down around him tighter, teasing him with husky words intermingled with sobs.
"Make me so full I leak, Atsu-samaaaa....mhnmh! Ahmnm! P-pleassseeee~ I want it...I want it inside me....."
"S-stop that...they'll hear you..."
"Then put it all...in me, Atsu-sama~! Hurry...I need it inside..."
Aki's pained groan from his cheek slamming against the desk was lost amidst a gasp as he was pinned underneath Atsushi and shoved into hard enough to bruise his hips against the edges of the desk; the boy's body lurched and shuddered shortly after the Headmaster pressed his lips to Aki's shoulder and released into Aki with bursts of warm fluid, calling out the younger man's name under his breath as his whole body gasped for air and shook with orgasmic thrills. Aki's whole body thrummed with painful sensitivity and it begged to stop all movement, but he said nothing, reducing his whimpers of pain to drawn out sighs and pressing back against Atsushi's body weakly; his inner muscles, abused and swollen as they were, still contracted to draw the Headmaster's essence into him and keep it there.
The older man kept them both in place against the desk while the quivering and ultra-sensitivity of climax wore down enough; once it had and Atsushi could stand without his knees wavering, strong arms scooped Aki off the mahogany surface and pulled him back --bodies still intimately joined-- into the Headmaster's armchair. The bell signaling change of class came and went, but both bodies remained in place, Aki's curled into Atsushi's and the Headmaster's hands caressing the warm velvet skin of Aki's back. The boy clung to Atsushi quietly with his face buried in the other's neck and shivered with the draft of the air conditioning cooling the sheen of sweat covering his skin; the Headmaster's scent permeated his nostrils and just like the gentle caresses, the bruise forming on his shoulder, and the seed deep inside his body, Aki sought to commit Atsushi's scent to memory too; a second time was still not to guarantee another time and it was just a matter of time before the Headmaster regained his morals and threw him out of his office.
"What's your next class?"
"Poetry and Composition," Aki murmured against Atsushi's neck and released a long sigh, closing his eyes and huddling closer to Atsushi for warmth; he didn't want to go back to class --there was no point, much less the energy to sit through a few more hours of classes-- but he didn't voice his choices. Aki simply clung to the older man and pressed soft kisses to Atsushi's jaw; the Headmaster sighed softly and sank back into the chair, allowing the small ministrations to keep his mind from turning over the implications of what he had just done again. The hour quietly dissolved in kisses and feathered fingertips; slowly, clothing was gathered, Atsushi helped a flushed Aki back into his undergarments and the boy shuffled out of the room holding a detention slip and a satisfied grin on his lips. The headmaster watched the slender boy exit his office with his eyes glued to Aki's gait, noticing the slight limp that slowed the boy's walk. The door swung shut, the lock automatically slid into place and the Headmaster buried his face in his hands, trying to hide his shame from himself.
Why had he done it again? He'd surely hurt the child -- what more proof of it than the limping and the little grimaces while he was putting his clothes back on?-- and he hadn't even stopped himself! He'd been so quick to set his integrity aside and risk everything for a second time! What if they'd been heard? Aki was a minor, no matter how good he was intimately, or how inviting he could be - the violation of trust on his part weighed heavily on him, but even more so the disconcerting lack of true remorse that warred with all those regrets he was supposed to be feeling.
If we both liked it, what's the problem? Everything! Is it? it has to be! What if it isn't, though? Argh...
He needed to go home and think this through -- the heavy scent of sex and Aki's fruity body spray were far too overpowering despite him having aired out his office in a fit of confused frustration. He dialed his secretary quickly, announced his early departure despite the afternoon meeting he was supposed to attend and hightailed it toward the parking lot. he unlocked his car unceremoniously, sank into the driver's seat and backed out of his space; he stopped abruptly and raised his hand to slap the horn at the reckless jerk who was blocking his exit -- a look in the rear view mirror revealed a familiar face and he immediately turned his head back to see the smug face of Aki behind the wheel of a sleek sedan. Suddenly, the younger man was driving away and made it past the gates quite nonchalantly and sped away, leaving the Headmaster shaken and wondering if he should go back to his office and slam Aki's record with another truancy charge.
He finally decided against it and drove away, trying his damnedest to get the sounds and images of passion-maddened Aki rocking against him in a fever. He'd had better luck other days, but not today. For once in a long time, Atsushi was dreading the nighttime and the dreams it brought.
He hoped he could make it through the night without succumbing to his own fantasies.
< First Offense
Author: echo_plex
Pairing: AtsushixAki (BUCK-TICK, SID)
Series: Disciplinary Action Fantasies [2/4]
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Underage!Aki, slash, sort of crack, crossdressing
Disclaimer: If Aki really did wear school outfits for Atsushi, do you seriously think I'd be here writing about it? I'd be watching all day~
Summary: The headmaster at Aramashikyo Preparatory, Atsushi Sakurai, is a fair man who runs a tight ship in this educational establishment, but is understanding regarding the rights and some preferences of the students; however, he has no sympathy for rule breakers - among them the young, daring Ichiki Akihito, or more commonly known as 'Aki.' Let's see what happens when Aki continues to get sent to the Headmaster's office for raising hell on school grounds.
Notes: This was originally written for 15minutefantasy which is a fun, small but cozy community where muses can write out whatever gets their rocks off, but for some reason, I'm posting here first. Oh, and please don't think this has great depth -- it's half-crack, half-smut, after all. Second one-shot of the series. And yeah, it's been a while since I've posted, hasn't it been?
Previous Offenses: First Level Offense
Two weeks and the school was still quiet. No paper fights, no teachers getting insulted, the fire alarms were safe, no toilets were exploding... needless to say it was peaceful in the hallways and the classrooms and the smiles on the teachers' faces weren't cracked at the corners with tension for once. People seemed to be enjoying the mellow, trouble-free air that seemed to have settled over the school, especially the Headmaster. There was no one bursting into his office demanding he do something about a problem, no suspension slips to review, parent conferences to be arranged...
And then there was the sound he had dreaded hearing for two weeks: the sound of his door being thrown open and a faculty member dragging Aki in, except that this time, the boy had company. Another boy with teary eyes and a red face stood by the door while the teacher explained to him that the janitor had found Aki kissing the boy in the supply closet, that the boy had been on his knees and Aki had been holding him by his tie, nearly choking him. Surely the Ichiki boy had tried to humiliate and injure the other boy, in school grounds, no less! The Headmaster quickly dismissed the teacher and had both boys take a seat. As usual, Aki sauntered into the room confidently, took the seat closest to Atsushi and sat down with his legs crossed in a feminine, coquettish way. The other boy, ashamed as he was, walked slowly and shied away from looking at Atsushi in the face, his body language screaming his embarrassment and fear.
"I would like to hear what happened, boys. Consider your answer carefully because I will know if you are lying. Mori-san, did Ichiki-san force you in any way?"
The Mori boy answered no and kept his head down; Aki, on the contrary, seemed quite pleased with himself. Aki's fingers picked at the hem of his skirt absently as his eyes followed the movement of the Headmaster's eyes. Atsushi watched as the Mori boy burst into tears and then it was Aki who spoke.
"He asked me if I would kiss him and I said no, then he asked again and I took him to the janitor's closet. He wanted me to kiss him that way and I only obliged him."
And as usual, Aki didn't seem at all repentant, but then again, what was new with him?
"Is this true, Mori-san?" Atsushi's voice was quiet, his eyes showed no anger or irritation. and his overall demeanor exuded an appraising calm that made the Mori boy stop his crying, yet made him tremble with apprehension. The answer to the Headmaster's question was shaky, shamed 'yes' uttered in a whisper so low, Atsushi nearly asked him to repeat himself, but that would have probably upset the boy more. He gave the boy a talk about respecting himself and the school grounds, that if he wanted to indulge in things of that kind, school was not the place to do them. Deciding the boy had had enough, he simply told him to go back to class. The boy was quick to leave and once the boy was gone, Aki laughed.
"He was cute, wasn't he, Atsushi-sama? Makes me want to do things to him," Aki moaned out the last few words as he bit his lip provocatively, making Atsushi's eyes glance down to avoid registering the expression of shameless pleasure in Aki's face. The boy laughed while he watched the older man look away and played with the hem of his stockings --crimson today to match the red of the plaid school skirt-- in another attempt to draw the Headmaster's eyes to him. It seemed as if Atsushi wasn't biting, but the boy was willing to bet the Headmaster had noticed at some point; maybe even stared while Aki was mindfucking Mori during the older man's lecture.
"You shouldn't say those things to me, Ichiki-san." It was clear the flustered headmaster was uncomfortable in the way the threatening tone he used so well on others had disappeared from his voice and left visible traces of the man's vulnerability to certain words and actions, but damnit if Atsushi was going to let it show completely.
However, when you were so used to the Headmaster's scoldings and rages, picking up his indecision was a piece of cake.
"Why not, Atsushi-sama? Is it because they make you hot and bothered, maybe even horny enough to bend Mori over and have your wicked way with him?" Aki laughed softly in reaction at the Headmaster's expression of murderous indignation, getting up from the seat and dodging the open-handed slap that had been intended for him. The boy knew full well he was pushing the Headmaster's buttons more than he should have, but that was always with the older man -- his boiling points were always interesting to see and take advantage of when there was something to be gained.
..Just like last time...it could probably work again...
"Don't you fucking dare to insinuate those things! I would never..." Atsushi's flaring anger got the best of his tongue and choked his breath, causing him to struggle to say the words that both incensed him most and made him ashamed. Still smiling, Aki made his way around the desk, turned Atsushi in his chair to face him and knelt before him demurely. The older man gave Aki a nasty, hateful look, but it was as if the boy had never even noticed it; he toyed with his skirt without batting so much as an eyelash at the angry man and fixed him with a sensuous little smile.
"Shh, Atsushi-sama, I know, I know -- you just did that to me...and you know, just so you feel at peace, let's keep it at just me, yes? I rather like being the only one favored like that~"
Taking one of Atsushi's hands, Aki brought it to his lips and pressed his lips to the center of the older man's palm in a lingering kiss, tracing the lines of his palm with the tip of his tongue stud. Atsushi shuddered faintly and his first instinct was to draw his hand back from the teasing stimulation, but Aki had a firmer grip on his wrist than he would have expected from the slender, girlish boy. Why did he always wind up cornered by Aki -- in his territory no less? He really needed to rectify that...
"It was only once and it will remain that way, Aki. Now, leave my office this instant."
Aki ignored the command, as usual, and pressed a kiss to the inside of Atsushi's wrist, his eyes trained on the other man's with a hungry glint. "Don't tell me you haven't thought of a second time, Atsu-sama...I have, and for many days, too, you know. I went to others during the last two weeks to try and feel what I felt when you fucked me... and you know what I found, Atsu-sama? It didn't feel the same way...they couldn't make me feel like you did," Aki whispered faintly against the tender skin of the man's wrist and let his lips travel higher as he continued to speak, "...none of them bruised me as good as you did, nor did they make me tremble as hard as you did when you were breaking me, Atsu-sama.." Aki's words trailed off into a soft moan and his eyes closed momentarily, arching his body slightly as his own words made his body tighten and burn from the inside out. Atsushi was by no means immune, much less to Aki, unfortunately; he clenched his fingers into a fist as Aki's lips lingered on his skin and tried to pull his hand away again, shuddering.
"Aki, please... don't do this..."
"Don't do what? Make you feel good, give and take of what I'm craving so badly, Atsu-sama? You really have to quit saying no to things you want," Aki cut the older man off, rising to his feet and forcing Atsushi to a standing position as well by tugging hard on his tie; the elder smacked Aki's hand away, but didn't shrug off the slender body crashing against his body and hooking a long leg around his waist to keep him trapped in the fierce embrace. The Headmaster didn't have the time to extricate himself, and as soon as Aki's body was pressing against his, he couldn't really find the will to do so either. Atsushi gripped Aki's hips tightly to keep himself from either responding too eagerly or pushing the boy away completely; there was no denying he had entertained the thought of another time with Aki, and he had tried to stay strong...but it only worked when Aki wasn't around. Maybe he had developed an appetite for the forbidden or maybe he was courting disaster and signing his own death sentence; either way, he yielded to the hungry kiss Aki launched into and drank the boy's passion thirstily, possessing his mouth with his and caressing Aki's studded tongue in long passes that made the boy moan under his breath. His own panting breaths mingled with Aki's soft mewls and the more Atsushi directed his energies toward drawing sweet little noises from Aki, the less energies he had to uphold his crumbling barriers.
"A-Atsu-sama~ Please...don't think, just...just.. please.." Aki's plea was quiet and panted against his lips, the boy's body taut and arched against his wantonly. Letting his hands wander down to touch Aki, Atsushi caressed the boy's side with tentative touches of his fingertips that soon progressed to bolder and rougher touches; by the time his hands reached Aki's hips, they were tugging his skirt up impatiently to get at the heated skin underneath. Aki aided him by unzipping the skirt with nimble fingers and slipped it off his body over his head in a hurry; the weight of Atsushi's hands teased his need and the more he could feel of the Headmaster's body on his, the better to soothe the longing that was eating at him from the very depths of his being.
"What the hell are you...Oh, Christ, Aki...that's..." Atsushi couldn't find words to describe the little frilly red number Aki was wearing under his uniform skirt; it was red, cute, and racier than he approved of as an educator and father (if he were one). As a lover, however, he pursed his lips and tugged at the scarlet chiffon, lowering it to free Aki's arousal so he could wrap his fingers around it. The boy hummed lowly and rolled his hips into Atsushi's hand boldly, wanting those hands to stroke him again, to draw pleasure from him in waves, fluids, jolts -- anything so long as they touched him and renewed the delicious burn they had left weeks ago.
"Sexy, no? I wear them with you in mind....Mhnmmm, please, more...touch me, Atsu-sama...I've missed you..." Aki's pleased little smirks turned into a more somber expression that betrayed his desires as the elder's grip on his hardened length tightened and stroked him firmly, slowly. With a soft whisper of Atsushi's name, Aki rested his forehead against the Headmaster's shoulder and clung to him, driving his body back and forth against Atsushi's to find those growing tendrils of ecstasy that had made him burn so hotly the previous time. Suddenly, Atsushi's hand released Aki's length and pushed him away; Aki's face contorted into a pained, fearful expression for a second and he struggled to gather his bearings to not seem that affected by the abrupt change of situation.
"Atsu-sama! No...don't st--"
"Strip, then put your hands on the desk." Atsushi's voice was gruff and perhaps the harshest he'd ever heard it from the man; Aki almost quivered as if he'd been reprimanded, but the blazing gaze that was devouring his body from head to toe quickly stifled his urge to cringe and shy away. If Aki had ever doubted the Headmaster's resolve to possess his body, that wasn't the time and he complied quickly as well as gladly; he kicked off his panties unceremoniously (despite his initial idea of doing a small striptease for Atsushi), toed off his boots, swept them aside, and yanked his tie off his neck so fast he nearly choked himself. Before he could get at the buttons of his shirt, Aki gasped weakly and leaned back into Atsushi's body, letting the man unbutton his shirt and peel it off him. Aki secretly glowed with the satisfaction of having made Atsushi react in such a way and posed no objection to the bruising feeling of Atsushi's hands squeezing and caressing his chest almost in a similar way to hands molding warm clay.
Anything the Headmaster wanted to do with his body --with him-- at that moment he would allow if it meant the older man would continue to display such yearning for him, to make him sigh and burn with such intensity.
"Hmnh, Atsu-sama~ Yesssss... anything you want~" Aki rewarded Atsushi's passion by reaching back and threading his fingers through the older man's hair, clinging to him as he rubbed his back and rear into the solid, warm front of Atsushi's body. The headmaster slapped his hip sharply and commanded him to stop wiggling while he unbuttoned his slacks, but Aki merely groaned and paid no heed to the warning; if anything, he threw himself even more heartily into arching his rear and pressing against Atsushi's hips and hands, panting softly and groaning in the other man's ear.
"I told you to stop that," Atsushi growled and shoved his slacks down with briefs included, then tore Aki's hands away from his hair roughly. "I told you to put your hands on the desk, Akihito, and I told you to stop moving." Aki laughed softly and rested his palms against the cool mahogany surface and arched his back sharply, exposing his bare bottom to Atsushi whom gladly obliged Aki's craving and pressed himself against the rounded swell. "Yes, Atsu-sama, my apologies, Atsu-sama..." the boy purred and widened his stance to make himself more accessible to Atsushi, hoping the older man caught the drift and stopped stalling the inevitable (or what he hoped would be). The feeling of a hard, hot length pressed against him in that manner was still rather new to Aki, but the longing for the pleasure and thrill it provided deep inside was stronger than any nervousness tensing his body.
"Reach for the lotion in that drawer," the elder prompted, but Aki shook his head and pressed himself more insistently against the Headmaster's arousal, grinding against it to dissuade the man from using such uncomfortable lubrication. "No, just...I don't need it, Atsu-sama...I can handle it, I swear," Aki gave the elder a pleading from over his shoulder and gripped Atsushi's bare hips to press him against his rear; Atsushi shook his head and went to reach for the lotion, but Aki grabbed onto his wrist and clasped it tightly to keep him from the drawer.
"It will hurt you, Aki...just let me--"
"No...I can handle it, I know I can..." Aki's words were forceful and hurried, an echo of the urgency with which his body thrummed and squirmed against Atsushi's. Aki knew he could handle the pain of a dry breaching because, after all, he had gone to others seeking the release of sex, but those others had not been as kind as the Headmaster had been; the pain was great -- somewhat more painful than that first pain of Atsushi's invasion-- but he would put up with it for the sake of getting what he wanted immediately. The more it hurt, the longer he'd feel it, feel him...
"Brace yourself, then, Aki...it's going to hurt," Atsushi muttered warningly in his ear and Aki nodded quickly, trying to contain himself from showing his growing frustration to the Headmaster. To cooperate with Atsushi, Aki bent over the desk and hissed as the cold wood tightened his belly and tensed his body with shudders, widening his stance to his limit and relaxed himself as much as he could; it wasn't much, but it would have to be enough to withstand the...
"Ohgod, Atsu-sama! Ahmmnmm!" Aki's lip stung sharply as the boy bit into it to contain the agonized whimper that was attempting to shred his throat at the hot flare of pain as the Headmaster's length entered him forcefully,the intense feeling of a thick cock head parting his unprepared walls nearly unbearable. It was his own fault for being so greedy and wanting the other man inside him without accounting for Atsushi's size; this wasn't like the other times, this dark, handsome man of his fantasies was nothing like those others he'd gone to. But, being the masochist he'd always prided himself in being, he was going to welcome this even if broke him completely.
"Aki...f--are you hurt? Do I need to...mhpmhh...stop?" Atsushi's panted breaths reverberated hotly against the skin of Aki's shoulder in an echo of his steady movements against the boy's body; Aki shook his head stubbornly and pushed back against the intrusion inside him to encourage the older man to move. For all he wanted to see the Headmaster's face twist with pleasure one more time, Aki was glad to be facing Atsushi's desk so the other man could not see in his face how much it actually hurt; with his face pressed against papers and his body immobilized between hard wood and a hard body, he could hide the vulnerability he refused to part with for fear of seeming too childish.
"You wouldn't be so tense if you weren't hurting..."
"I'm...fine...please, more..."
More for what? More pain, maybe even tears and a soreness that would probably keep him in bed up to a day? Definitely. Anything, no matter how painful, was better than nothing at all, better than the mere memories of Atsushi claiming him and taking him over the edge, of clinging to him and inhaling his scent as his body bowed and shook in pleasure... of feeling so boneless and full with his own release staining his thighs and Atsushi's coating his insides; he could plan to seduce the Headmaster over and over, but he couldn't be sure it wouldn't be the last time Atsushi let his guard down...
"Then relax," Atsushi's whisper so close to his ear surprised him, but Aki quickly masked his reaction with a low moan and tried to match the easy pace of the Headmaster's length parting him inside with careful rolls of his hips; Atsushi pressed his body against the boy's back and guided him through the rhythm until his body was no longer tense with pain, but tight with the hot longing building up with each thrust that slid home and made him groan against Atsushi's paperwork. "Feel better?" Atsushi whispered yet again, scooping Aki's body up and thrusting more animatedly into him as the boy's body clenched and shuddered underneath in the most beautiful fever. Aki's nod of assent was weak, but his moans were progressively escalating, hitting pained grunts when Atsushi's cock brushed against sensitive walls and their bodies collided against one another.
"Mhnm, A--Atsu-sa...ma....fuck," Aki's curses barely rose above a whisper, but his strained voice resonated in Atsushi's ears loudly and it magnified the thumping of their hearts, the sounds of friction between them and his own sighs to a nearly unbearable loudness; was this what the sound of losing yourself in someone was like? Had he forgotten it that quick or had he failed to lose himself before? The position drew him deep into Aki, but he wanted to kiss that little hungry mouth and watch his face... what if he was hurting Aki and the boy was trying to downplay it? The delicious thrill of Aki's body clenching tightly around him and the shapely swell of his rear bouncing against his hips were reason enough to hold the boy down and ride his slender body to completion that way, but that other part of him wouldn't stop nagging at him to turn Aki around and embrace him properly, to show him some sliver of affection. In the end, selfishness won out and Atsushi continued to surge into Aki without disengaging him, making it up to the boy with heated kisses to his neck and breathy calls of his name as his cock continued to batter the breath and ecstasy out of him.
"Ah....Atsu-sama...harder...I...please," Aki reached back shakily and tugged on Atsushi's hair as he begged in whispers, rocking back and shuddering when Atsushi sank too deep and dragged every inch of himself against hot walls rippling with sensitivity; his chest rose and fell faster and faster the more the Headmaster prolonged the relentless assault on his body, making him gasp for air to the point of sobbing. It wasn't long until tears gathered at the corner of Aki's eyes and flowed down his cheeks; his body was stretched out painfully over the desk as he clung to Atsushi, his insides were coiled tightly and scorching hot with the lust swirling low in his belly, and his mind was muddled with Atsushi-sama's masculine, erotic grunts and images of their first time together. Why was it different with Atsushi-sama? Could it be that.... no, sex was sex, and this intensity was probably because Atsushi was older and more experienced than those others he had allowed to fuck him. He wasn't so easy to form attachments, he couldn't be -- The Headmaster could snap at any moment and cast him away and where would he be, then?
Aki shut his eyes and tugged on the Headmaster's hair hard, pressing their bodies closer and tightening around him to try and dispel those destructive thoughts; they were bad to have when they were this close to each other, close to....
"I'm going to burst, Atsu-s-samaaa.... harder, pleeease~"
Atsushi didn't need to be told twice; his conscience had long taken a backseat and he himself was close; he could already feel himself boiling in places so deep only release could begin to put out the fire burning at his nerves. With a swift pull, Atsushi brought Aki's upper body back toward him and locked an arm around his waist, holding him in place in a standing position while his other hand snaked down the boy's body in a slow slide and settled around Aki's erection. Just like their first time, a gasp escaped past Aki's lips and the boy's body trembled in his grasp; Atsushi drove Aki forward with a shove of his body into the boy's and he bit off a scream, his hips helplessly driven into a hand that was intent on milking him with steady pumping. More tears slid down his cheeks and he rode Atsushi's cock where he stood, rocking back erratically and digging his nails into the older man's hips as his body tightened to a hair's breadth away from orgasm.
"Hmm, shit...A-Aki," Atsushi hissed in Aki's ear and buried his face into the boy's shoulder, holding off on the impulse to come; to keep himself from grunting any louder, the older man clamped down on Aki's shoulder and bit hard, flicking his tongue desperately over the flesh as he brutalized those tight, scorching walls with maddened shoves.
The scream of Atsushi's name came as a muffled gasp behind Aki's hand and boy's body arched tautly against Atsushi's, his cries rising to a frantic pitch as his body exploded into fluid bursts of creamy white. The more Aki tried to rock away from the Headmaster's brutal onslaught, the harder he was tugged back and impaled on a cock ready to burst; biting the inside of his cheeks, Aki sobbed and jerked in Atsushi's hold with his own orgasm and oversensitivity beating him down, crying out as his body clenched and unclenched around the Headmaster's battering intrusion. The pain of sensitivity, of the stinging bite on his shoulder, mixed with the overwhelming waves of climax and drowned him in it; he needed air, needed a moment to stop burning, but he also needed the Headmaster's essence inside him -- where he could keep it inside and fantasized he still felt it when the bruises disappeared and memories faded around the edges.
"At-su..sama...i-inside me, please, all of your...c-come~"
"Aki..." a warning growl escaped the older man, pressing his lips to Aki's neck as his eyes rolled back in contained pleasure --this wasn't the time to exploit his secret weakness of heated words, not when all he wanted was to rend the boy in two and take his pleasure from him, to bury himself so deep and empty himself down to the very last drop. He almost there, almost --he could already feel his lower body tightening and his shaft throbbed in a delicious rhythm that matched the clenching of Aki's passage; his body was leaking steadily and there was little in the way of holding back his imminent release inside that little passage he had personally claimed and broken. The Headmaster's thrusts lost some of their fluidity, but the aggression was still there, fueled by agitation of being a step away from bliss; Aki only clamped down around him tighter, teasing him with husky words intermingled with sobs.
"Make me so full I leak, Atsu-samaaaa....mhnmh! Ahmnm! P-pleassseeee~ I want it...I want it inside me....."
"S-stop that...they'll hear you..."
"Then put it all...in me, Atsu-sama~! Hurry...I need it inside..."
Aki's pained groan from his cheek slamming against the desk was lost amidst a gasp as he was pinned underneath Atsushi and shoved into hard enough to bruise his hips against the edges of the desk; the boy's body lurched and shuddered shortly after the Headmaster pressed his lips to Aki's shoulder and released into Aki with bursts of warm fluid, calling out the younger man's name under his breath as his whole body gasped for air and shook with orgasmic thrills. Aki's whole body thrummed with painful sensitivity and it begged to stop all movement, but he said nothing, reducing his whimpers of pain to drawn out sighs and pressing back against Atsushi's body weakly; his inner muscles, abused and swollen as they were, still contracted to draw the Headmaster's essence into him and keep it there.
The older man kept them both in place against the desk while the quivering and ultra-sensitivity of climax wore down enough; once it had and Atsushi could stand without his knees wavering, strong arms scooped Aki off the mahogany surface and pulled him back --bodies still intimately joined-- into the Headmaster's armchair. The bell signaling change of class came and went, but both bodies remained in place, Aki's curled into Atsushi's and the Headmaster's hands caressing the warm velvet skin of Aki's back. The boy clung to Atsushi quietly with his face buried in the other's neck and shivered with the draft of the air conditioning cooling the sheen of sweat covering his skin; the Headmaster's scent permeated his nostrils and just like the gentle caresses, the bruise forming on his shoulder, and the seed deep inside his body, Aki sought to commit Atsushi's scent to memory too; a second time was still not to guarantee another time and it was just a matter of time before the Headmaster regained his morals and threw him out of his office.
"What's your next class?"
"Poetry and Composition," Aki murmured against Atsushi's neck and released a long sigh, closing his eyes and huddling closer to Atsushi for warmth; he didn't want to go back to class --there was no point, much less the energy to sit through a few more hours of classes-- but he didn't voice his choices. Aki simply clung to the older man and pressed soft kisses to Atsushi's jaw; the Headmaster sighed softly and sank back into the chair, allowing the small ministrations to keep his mind from turning over the implications of what he had just done again. The hour quietly dissolved in kisses and feathered fingertips; slowly, clothing was gathered, Atsushi helped a flushed Aki back into his undergarments and the boy shuffled out of the room holding a detention slip and a satisfied grin on his lips. The headmaster watched the slender boy exit his office with his eyes glued to Aki's gait, noticing the slight limp that slowed the boy's walk. The door swung shut, the lock automatically slid into place and the Headmaster buried his face in his hands, trying to hide his shame from himself.
Why had he done it again? He'd surely hurt the child -- what more proof of it than the limping and the little grimaces while he was putting his clothes back on?-- and he hadn't even stopped himself! He'd been so quick to set his integrity aside and risk everything for a second time! What if they'd been heard? Aki was a minor, no matter how good he was intimately, or how inviting he could be - the violation of trust on his part weighed heavily on him, but even more so the disconcerting lack of true remorse that warred with all those regrets he was supposed to be feeling.
If we both liked it, what's the problem? Everything! Is it? it has to be! What if it isn't, though? Argh...
He needed to go home and think this through -- the heavy scent of sex and Aki's fruity body spray were far too overpowering despite him having aired out his office in a fit of confused frustration. He dialed his secretary quickly, announced his early departure despite the afternoon meeting he was supposed to attend and hightailed it toward the parking lot. he unlocked his car unceremoniously, sank into the driver's seat and backed out of his space; he stopped abruptly and raised his hand to slap the horn at the reckless jerk who was blocking his exit -- a look in the rear view mirror revealed a familiar face and he immediately turned his head back to see the smug face of Aki behind the wheel of a sleek sedan. Suddenly, the younger man was driving away and made it past the gates quite nonchalantly and sped away, leaving the Headmaster shaken and wondering if he should go back to his office and slam Aki's record with another truancy charge.
He finally decided against it and drove away, trying his damnedest to get the sounds and images of passion-maddened Aki rocking against him in a fever. He'd had better luck other days, but not today. For once in a long time, Atsushi was dreading the nighttime and the dreams it brought.
He hoped he could make it through the night without succumbing to his own fantasies.
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