fic; ultimatum
Title: Ultimatum
Pairing: Yamapi/Shige
Rating: NC-17 for AU, mindfuckery, abuse of power, borderline dub-con/non-con
Prompt: School AU. Teacher/student relationship. I'd love to see porn with a touch of mindfuckery (maybe blackmail? grade problems?).
Author’s Note: 4722 words. For the jetrickortreat meme. Originally posted here. Also, side note, Shige is 18 in this fic, okay. He's a senior, so he's legal. Just fyi.
Shige’s always been a good student. Unlike most of his classmates and friends, he actually enjoys studying, loves to learn about new things, likes to spend extra time to learn even more. He’s been a straight-A student for as long as he can remember, with a one-track mind to entire law school someday. His parents have been proud and supportive and Shige thinks he could do it, will prove he can, to his classmates who mock him for all of the studying he does in favor of going out with them to party.
It comes as a shock when he gets his first C- on an exam, and his teacher’s scrawl across the top of the page: Come see me after school.
His heart plummets; he doesn’t get Cs. He doesn’t get anything lower than As, ever. Confused, he stares up at his teacher, the young and beautiful man who lets students call him “Yamapi”, some weird nickname of his surname Yamashita, because he was so friendly, likeable and a hit with the class. Shige stares at Yamashita from his desk all throughout the day, wondering what could have been wrong with his test, especially when Shige took his lunch break to check his answers. They were all correct.
He thinks maybe Yamashita wrote it down wrong; put the wrong letter grade on his paper when he meant it for someone else. Maybe he has the points right in the system and Shige just has to clear it up and be back on his merry way. That must be it, he thinks. Yamashita might be a little spacey, but he wouldn’t give fake grades to someone, especially when it’s someone like Shige, who always does his wrote properly and on time.
After school Shige heads to the teacher’s office to talk to Yamashita, who greets Shige with a smile and motions at him to sit in the chair next to his desk. “Ah, yes, Kato-kun,” Yamashita says when Shige hands him his test. “This was quite surprising coming from you.”
Shige blinks. “B-But, I checked the answers. They’re correct. I should’ve gotten an A on this!”
Yamashita shakes his head. “I understand this is probably hard for you to grasp, you’ve always been such a good student, but-”
“I am a good student!” Shige exclaims, so loudly some of the other teachers stare at him. But Shige doesn’t care, he stares at Yamapi with confusion, worried.
“I know you are, Kato-kun-”
“Then why do I have a C?” Shige questions. “I-I can’t have a C!”
Yamashita sighs and he stares at Shige for a few long moments that has Shige feeling uncomfortable, dropping his determined gaze and shifting in his seat. “All right,” Yamashita says, “you’ll do anything to bring your grade up, right? Because with this C, you’ve dropped your grade in the class down as well.”
“But I shouldn’t have gotten that C in the first place! Check the answers!”
Yamashita’s eyes narrow and Shige gulps, trepidation filling his veins. “Are you questioning my grading, Kato-kun?” he asks in an eerily calm voice. “I’ve already gone through everyone’s tests and I wouldn’t do something as awful as giving someone the wrong grade unless it’s what they deserve.”
“I-I know that, I didn’t mean-” Shige says quickly, flushing.
“Then,” Yamashita continues, “if you want to fix this problem, you should come in early tomorrow morning. Meet me here and I’ll work with you to get your grade up. Is that all right?”
“But-” Shige starts, not liking this, not sure why Yamashita was doing this.
“If you don’t want to, that’s fine, but you’ll have to keep this grade. And I thought your grades meant so much to you, Kato-kun,” Yamashita says easily.
“O-Okay,” Shige relents, still uncertain but not sure what else to do. “I-I’ll be here in the morning, then.”
“Good,” Yamashita says, and grins that bright, beautiful smile of his that makes all of the girls in Shige’s class swoon. “I’ll see you tomorrow.” And with a wave, Shige’s dismissed.
He leaves in a daze, confused, frustrated, and a little uneasy, wondering what exactly Yamashita has planned for him in the morning.
*
Shige gets to school early as requested the following morning and heads straight to the teacher’s office. Yamashita is leaning against the wall beside the door, looking impeccable as usual in a tailored dark suit. When he hears Shige approach, he lifts his eyes and smiles at Shige and Shige, who never really found what was so attractive about this man, feels his heart jump to his throat.
“Morning, Kato-kun,” Yamashita says and pushes himself off the wall. “Come with me.”
Not letting Shige ask any questions, he leads the way down the hall and then stops to the door of the music room, opening it and walking through, holding it for Shige to follow. Something feels off, Shige can’t help but think, and opens his mouth to say as such when he’s suddenly pushed back against the closed door and finds Yamashita’s mouth on his.
A surprised moan slips from his lips and Yamashita seems to think it’s acceptance, kissing him harder and slipping his tongue into Shige’s mouth. Shige pushes him away, or tries to, because Yamashita is surprisingly strong, his grip on Shige’s arm almost painful. Shige’s mind swims with both confusion and fright because if this is what Yamashita meant as a way to redeem his grades then he didn’t want it, he didn’t want this at all.
With as much strength he can muster, Shige pushes Yamashita hard at the shoulders. Yamashita stumbles backwards a bit but catches himself before falling. Shige wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, breathing deeply, eyes wide, and Yamashita just sighs and smoothes down the front of his suit.
“What’s wrong, Kato-kun?” he asks easily as if he hadn’t just kissed Shige. “I thought you said you wanted to fix your grades.”
“B-But not, not like this!” Shige exclaims, bewildered, wondering what happened to the teacher that the rest of his class adores. This can’t possibly be the same person, can it?
Yamashita steps up to him and, Shige, backed up against the door, has no where to go. Yamashita traces a finger along Shige’s cheek, smirking when Shige flinches. “Won’t you do anything to get your grades back up, Kato-kun?”
“Y-Yes, but-”
“Then there isn’t a problem, is there?” Yamashita questions, now pushing up Shige’s chin with his finger so that Shige will meet his eyes.
Shige swallows thickly and shoves him again. “No!” he exclaims again. “This isn’t right!”
Yamashita shrugs and reaches around Shige to open the door. “Well, then you’ll have to keep that C on your test, Kato-kun,” he says and swiftly makes leave.
Shige stands in that room for nearly an hour until he starts to hear other students entering the school. He heads to his classroom, avoids Yamashita, even though he can feel Yamashita’s eyes on him nearly all day. And when he receive a paper halfway through the day with a bold D on the front in red ink, Shige wants to cry. He glances up at Yamashita then and the man gives him a small smirk before continuing with their next lesson.
Shige curls his fingers into the paper, nearly shredding it but beyond caring, and vows he won’t let this get to him. He’ll pull his grades back up the right way.
*
It doesn’t work out that way. No matter how much studies, how much he knows he’s done everything properly, his grades come back as less than average. His parents are growing worried, convinced he’s gotten into drugs or something and it’s affecting his studies, and Shige has to bite his tongue to keep from telling them everything that happened between him and Yamashita. Who would believe him, anyway? The other teachers at the school loved Yamashita too, and even though Shige knew he what Yamashita was going was wrong, he also knew he couldn’t actually prove Yamashita had kissed him.
But it doesn’t stop him from taking his next test with a D on it to the principal and prove that each answer is correct, even if they are marked wrong. Yamashita gives Shige an indecipherable look when he gets called into explain, and then makes a show of being spacey and distracted whilst grading and apologizing profusely to the principal, who, like everyone else, adores Yamashita as well, fawning over him and saying it’s all right as long as he fixes it.
He does, but only that one exam. And when he’s returned a few quizzes and another paper, everything has a giant F printed on the front.
*
“What do you want me to do?” Shige practically shouts two days later, cornering Yamashita after school. “I don’t deserve these grades!”
“Are you sure about that, Kato-kun?” Yamashita questions.
“Yes! I’ve checked and double checked everything! I have the right answers on tests and proper writing for essays and I shouldn’t be getting these grades!” Shige exclaims. “You-You’re just abusing your power, that’s what you’re doing. You’re making me suffer because you can. But why? I haven’t done anything! I’m a good student, I keep to myself and I do my work. Why not pick on someone else!”
“You think I’m picking on you?”
“I know you are!”
Yamashita smiles and replies, “But you know what you can do to make it all better, Kato-kun.”
Shige opens his mouth to retort but shuts it when he doesn’t know what to say. Yamashita laughs and says, “All you have to do is accept, Kato-kun. And then your grades will be back to being the way they always were.”
Shige’s hands clench into fists at his sides, his being splitting in half and playing a vicious game of tug-of-war. Half of him wants to give in because it’ll fix his grades, fix his problems, and put everything back to how it was, but the other half keeps telling him this is wrong, this is blackmail, this is extortion, this is everything a good teacher shouldn’t do.
He grits his teeth as Yamashita smirks and asks, “Well, what’s it going to be, Kato-kun?”
“Find someone else,” Shige hisses. “I’m not giving in.” And with that he turns on his heel and heads home, the entire way wondering if he made the right decision.
*
After a month he can no longer handle it. His grades are some of the worst in the class and only continue to get worse. But he’s stubborn, he’s proud, and he refuses to succumb to Yamashita’s stupid game.
But it does come to a point where he can no longer take it anymore. Where his parents are yelling at him for his awful scores, where he hates himself for not being able to do anything to fix it. He needs to fix it, needs to make this right again, starts to see his future crumbling around him, dreams that he’s been living toward falling apart because he was too proud to do the only thing he could to change it.
When he finally gives in, he feels awful about it, but he doesn’t know what else to do. He goes up to Yamashita that morning and tells him, “You win. What do you want me to do?”
Yamashita looks momentarily surprised, but then smiles and says, “All right. Come see me after school.”
Shige nods and takes his seat, and for the whole day feels hatred for himself and anticipation for what was to come, ignoring how he could feel Yamashita’s eyes on him.
He refuses to back out now that he’s already given in and meets Yamashita after school. Yamashita leads him into an unused classroom, shuts the doors, windows, draws the shades. When he turns back to Shige, he’s smirking, and Shige can hear his heart pounding in his hears, feels himself start to shake.
“You look scared, Kato-kun,” Yamashita says softly, returning to stand before Shige. “I’m not going to hurt you.”
Shige bites back his retort, and braces himself for the kiss, knows it’s coming when Yamashita leans in. At least it’s not as fierce as that first time, Yamashita gently coaxing Shige’s lips apart and kissing him softly, and it surprises Shige, wondering why Yamashita was being so kind. He won’t discourage it though, and even though he doesn’t want to, even though he told himself to just take whatever Yamashita gives without reciprocating, he finds himself kissing back.
He hates himself for it, but the fact is that it does feel kind of good. But then he’s pushed forcefully up against the adjacent wall, his skull colliding painfully with the wall and good doesn’t apply anymore, pain searing throughout his body. Yamashita seems unconcerned, kissing harder now, fiercer, that when he pulls away what feels like hours later, Shige’s lips are bruised, swollen.
Yamashita lets out a soft noise of appreciation as he stares at Shige, making Shige flush self-consciously. “Are you willing to do anything, Kato-kun?” Yamashita questions, eyes piercing Shige’s and Shige can’t look away, no matter how much he wants to.
He nods, unable to speak, and Yamashita smiles, caresses Shige’s cheek with his fingers and Shige presses his nails into his palms, keeps still. “Good,” Yamashita says approvingly, and then steps back. “On your knees.”
Shige’s eyes widen. He’s not stupid, he knows what Yamashita wants, and he hates that he’s here, that he’s going to do it because it’s the only way he can fix his grades. It doesn’t stop him from defying the order for a moment, not moving, giving Yamashita a challenging look.
But Yamashita isn’t having any of that, and a hand is in his hair in the next second, tight and unrelenting, forcing Shige down as he hisses, “I said, on your knees.”
Shige has no choice, kneeling before Yamashita and reaching for his pants, his hands trembling. Yamashita’s hand is still in his hair, clenching tighter when Shige takes too long, and he lets out a deep moan when Shige gets a hand around his semi-hard cock. Shige hesitates but Yamashita is pushing him closer, and Shige tries to back away. He doesn’t want to do this.
“Kato-kun,” Yamashita says in a sharp voice. “Didn’t you say you’d do anything?”
Shige nods again.
“Then what are you waiting for?” Yamashita questions, and pushes his hips forward. “Suck it.”
Shige clenches his eyes tight and does as he’s told, opening his mouth and taking a tentative lick. Yamashita approves loudly and his hips thrust forward again, pushing past Shige’s lips as Shige opens his mouth wider and takes him in. It’s the strangest feeling, not arousing at all, in fact, it’s difficult, keeping his mouth open as Yamashita fucks his face. It’s easier that way than to try to do it himself, inexperience would probably only make Yamashita angry, and he just wanted this all over as soon as possible.
Shige grabs Yamashita’s hips when the older man increases his pace, thrusting too fast for Shige to keep up, pulling away completely to cough, tears stinging the back of his eyes. But Yamashita is back before Shige can catch his breath completely, but, thankfully, he goes slower this time, and Shige is able to relax a little more. His jaw is starting to hurt, but he can tell Yamashita is close, wonders what do to when he comes.
Yamashita seems to answer that for him, fingers rubbing along Shige’s jaw in a surprisingly kind away, and says, “Swallow everything, we don’t want a mess, do we?”
Shige wants to refuse but he can’t speak, just makes a frustrated groan around Yamashita’s cock, which only fuels Yamashita on more. When he comes it’s down Shige’s throat, burning and painful, and Shige forces himself to swallow even though it’s awful. He pulls away and gasps for breath as he collapses on the floor and tries hard not to cry.
Then Yamashita is there, kissing him slowly and Shige fights him, pushes him away until Yamashita releases him with a laugh. “You did well, Kato-kun,” he says as he stands and puts himself back together. “Tomorrow morning, we’ll try again, and I might be able to change one of those exam scores back to an A for you.”
Without another word he exits the room, leaving Shige curled on the floor for a long time afterward.
*
His grades improve. Slowly, yes, but they do. But each time he sees an A on his paper or exam, he feels worse because he doesn’t believe he truly deserved it, anymore. Not when he knows his studying didn’t get it, but because he let Yamashita fuck his mouth again that morning, yesterday afternoon, and the day before that.
But Shige is getting tired of it, doesn’t want to do this anymore, hates himself more and more each day the longer it goes on.
“How long…How long do I have to keep doing this?” Shige asks Yamashita another week later.
“As long as it takes,” Yamashita replies, and Shige figures that to mean for the rest of the year, until he graduates in the spring.
“I-I can’t do this anymore,” Shige says quietly, not looking at Yamashita. “This is wrong, Sensei, I-”
“But you’re already so close,” Yamashita cuts in. “You’ve been doing so well, Kato-kun.”
“I can’t do it anymore!” Shige exclaims. “Please, just stop this. Why…Why are you doing this, anyway?”
Yamashita doesn’t answer right away, instead he closes the space between them with a kiss and Shige has learned by now, after all this time, that it’s just easier to give in. He kisses back even though he doesn’t want to, lets Yamashita wrap his hands around his waist and pull him close and even curls his own fingers into the back of Yamashita’s suit jacket. Shige stumbles when Yamashita guides him into the empty classroom, knocking into a chair that scrapes across the floor in the silence, and then his eyes widen when he’s pressed down against a desk.
Yamashita breaks away and licks his lips. Before Shige can ask what’s going on he says, “If you want everything to stop, then I have a way.”
“W-What?” Shige says, but he already knows, and so does Yamashita because he just smirks and replies, “You know what I want. It’s your only way, Kato-kun.”
Shige feels dizzy, uncertain, horrified. He doesn’t know what he should do, staring at Yamashita beseechingly, but the only answer is obvious. He wants it to stop, needs it to stop, and this. This would just be one time. If everything goes back to normal after he does this, then. Then it’d be worth it, right?
“You-You promise,” Shige says, “You promise you’ll fix everything if I…if I do this?”
Yamashita nods firmly. “I’m a man of my word,” he says. “I’ve been keeping my promises up until now, haven’t I?”
Shige nods, swallows thickly and says, “Okay,” even though he knows this isn’t right, that there will be consequences, that there’ll be something that’ll come out of this, but when he has no other option, Shige doesn’t know what else he can do.
Yamashita smiles and gently brushes Shige’s bangs from his face and says, “Good,” before he kisses him again.
Shige isn’t sure what to expect but Yamashita is careful and slow and kind, and it throws Shige for a loop. He’s never been anything but kind, however, being intimate with one of his students, a male student, isn’t exactly kind, either. Extortion is far from kind, as well. But Yamashita has surprised him these past few weeks, not pushing Shige further than he can take, never directly forcing him to do anything. He always gave Shige the option. It was Shige who chose to do it. But it was because he couldn’t refuse that Shige gave in, each time.
Right now is no different, kissing back because he knows Yamashita likes it, and, if he’s honest with himself, it’s not all that bad. But Shige doesn’t think about that, what it might mean, and lets Yamashita do as he wishes, gasping when fingers slide over his sides and then undo the buttons on his uniform blazer. It’s pushed off his shoulders and to the floor and then the hands are back, pulling out the tails of his shirt and slipping his hands underneath. Shige shakes under Yamashita’s touch on his skin, leaving a fiery trail all over his chest before pulling back completely.
Yamashita pulls his own suit coat off and drapes it over the desk next to Shige, then reaches for Shige’s pants. Shige’s ears are thundering with his heartbeat and he watches with wide eyes as Yamashita pushes his pants down, following with his boxers, and then wraps a hand around Shige’s cock. Despite himself, he moans, low from his throat and pushes his hips into the touch. Yamashita smiles and leans forward to press a series of butterfly kisses across Shige’s jaw, down his neck.
Arousal pools in Shige’s belly, and it’s not the first time. He always tries hard to stop it when they’re together like this, not wanting to give Yamashita the satisfaction of getting Shige hard on top of everything, but a few times he couldn’t stop it, too worked up, too eager, and Yamashita wouldn’t mock him, would always bring him off before leaving.
Now Shige can’t stop it again because it does feel good, even though in his mind he’s shouting at him to stop, yelling and cussing at Yamashita to leave him be. His body betrays him and Shige is too weak to put up a fight. He just wants it to be over.
“I knew you liked this, Kato-kun,” Yamashita breathes into Shige’s ear as he fists Shige to full hardness. “Always putting up a front, but you’re so easy to read.”
Shige doesn’t reply, there’s no need to. He just whimpers brokenly as Yamashita pulls him up and turns him around roughly, pushing him face forward onto the desk, his ass up behind him. Shige grasps the edge of the desk in his hands, fear rippling down his spine because he has never done this, never thought he’d be in this position, never wanted it like this, and yet his body craves for it at the same time. He hears Yamashita undoing the buttons and zipper on his pants and then hears the rip of a foil packet.
Shige nearly jumps out of his skin when fingers push their way inside him, slick with lube, and he’s grateful for that, at least. It stings more than he imagined, and he can hear his teeth grinding together with the thump-thump-thump of his heart. Yamashita preps him quickly, harder than Shige would like, but he can barely speak to tell him otherwise. When he pulls his fingers out, Shige’s world seems shake, and when he pushes in, everything around him stops for a few terrifying moments.
The feeling, the strange, discomfort is what pulls Shige back, gasping breathlessly as his grip on the ledge of the desk turns painful; he doesn’t know if he’ll be able to let go. Yamashita is groaning into his ear, pushing in all the way and then pulling out to only thrust again. Shige screams silently, his throat tight and raw as Yamashita picks up his pace and sets a steady but harsh rhythm.
“You’re so tight, Kato-kun,” Yamashita whispers, his fingers dancing across Shige’s stomach and igniting a fire within. “Do you know how long I’ve wanted this?”
Shige doesn’t answer, but it doesn’t seem like Yamashita’s looking for one anyway, wrapped up in his own thoughts and fantasy. Shige just lets him go, eyes shut tight as he tries not to let the twinge of pain get to him. Yamashita digs his nails into Shige’s hip and pulls him close with each thrust, forcing Shige’s participation. Shige groans, the sounds of both soreness and pleasure tumble out his throat easily, too mentally exhausted to stop it.
“You want to come, don’t you?” Yamashita questions, his fingers sneaking down to where Shige desperately needs him, soft, light touches that drive him crazy.
Shige nods his head fiercely. “Please,” he begs. “Sensei.”
Yamashita responds with a particularly sharp thrust, hitting Shige somewhere that has his whole body convulsing, eyes widening in surprise as shocks of pleasure erupt throughout him. “Yes,” Yamashita groans, Shige undoubtedly clenching around him. “So good, Kato-kun.”
Shige whines unintelligibly and when Yamashita finally wraps a hand around him, he knows he won’t last longer. But Yamashita seems in the same boat, his thrusts becoming faster, harder and more irregular while he grunts continuously into Shige’s shoulder. He strokes Shige at the same pace and Shige thinks he might break off the side of the desk with how hard he’s holding it now.
Yamashita comes first, a thundering groan, rich and deep, filling Shige’s ears as he slams into Shige one final time and tenses. Shige feels a little sick, feeling Yamashita hard inside him, filling him up before he pulls out with a grunt.
“S-Sensei,” Shige gasps, his own erection aching for release and thankfully Yamashita doesn’t leave him hanging, but then again, he never has.
It only takes a few strokes and Yamashita’s thumb rubbing the tip for Shige to come hard over his fingers, clinging onto Yamashita’s arms. He probably would have fallen to the floor if Yamashita didn’t help him down first, wiping his hand on the inside of Shige’s shirt.
He stands up silently and redresses as if nothing has happened, just like every other time. Then he leans down, kisses Shige once, gently, on the lips before he says, “You’ve done extremely well, Kato-kun. And you’ll be rewarded for it. I am a man of my word, after all.”
With that, he picks up his jacket and leaves the room with a flourish and Shige slowly redresses himself, shame and guilt filling his veins as he grabs his things and returns home.
*
Yamashita is a man of his word. Shige’s next assignments all return with As and various nuances good work! across the top. When they get report notices of their grades for each class, Shige has straight As, and he has never felt happier, even though at the same time, the shame and the uneasiness still lingers just beneath the surface.
Each good grade, even though he knows he deserves it because he did study, he learned the material, feels wrong. He gave up himself to get these grades, and now, the exchange no longer feels worth it. But there’s nothing he can do about it, anymore. He has just a few months left until he graduates, until he gets to leave this place, leave it all behind, and that’s what he works towards.
Except he starts to get more agitated as the days go on, as they go on without being with Yamashita. Shige has no idea what is wrong with him, why he would even think about wanting it to happen again, but the thought is there, and he remembers, remembers every single one of their encounters, remembers them vividly in the back of his mind whenever he has a moment to spare.
Yamashita’s touch, his soft kisses, his deep voice. The way he felt when he’d fucked Shige, the way he never left Shige hanging, the way he seemed to actually like Shige, no matter how farfetched that thought was it embedded itself into Shige’s brain and latched onto him with the grip of a thousand fingers.
He lasts a month and a half before he relents, once again, and Yamashita doesn’t look surprised at all. In fact, he looks as though he expected it, smiling kindly at Shige, that smile Shige can’t get out of his head, and kisses him slowly, surely, perfectly in another empty classroom early before the first bell.
“I knew you liked this, Kato-kun,” Yamashita says, tucking a strand of Shige’s hair behind his ear.
Shige doesn’t say anything because he knows he doesn’t have to. He just lets Yamashita do as he wants, knows he’ll give in to anything because now he knows he needs it, too.
Pairing: Yamapi/Shige
Rating: NC-17 for AU, mindfuckery, abuse of power, borderline dub-con/non-con
Prompt: School AU. Teacher/student relationship. I'd love to see porn with a touch of mindfuckery (maybe blackmail? grade problems?).
Author’s Note: 4722 words. For the jetrickortreat meme. Originally posted here. Also, side note, Shige is 18 in this fic, okay. He's a senior, so he's legal. Just fyi.
Shige’s always been a good student. Unlike most of his classmates and friends, he actually enjoys studying, loves to learn about new things, likes to spend extra time to learn even more. He’s been a straight-A student for as long as he can remember, with a one-track mind to entire law school someday. His parents have been proud and supportive and Shige thinks he could do it, will prove he can, to his classmates who mock him for all of the studying he does in favor of going out with them to party.
It comes as a shock when he gets his first C- on an exam, and his teacher’s scrawl across the top of the page: Come see me after school.
His heart plummets; he doesn’t get Cs. He doesn’t get anything lower than As, ever. Confused, he stares up at his teacher, the young and beautiful man who lets students call him “Yamapi”, some weird nickname of his surname Yamashita, because he was so friendly, likeable and a hit with the class. Shige stares at Yamashita from his desk all throughout the day, wondering what could have been wrong with his test, especially when Shige took his lunch break to check his answers. They were all correct.
He thinks maybe Yamashita wrote it down wrong; put the wrong letter grade on his paper when he meant it for someone else. Maybe he has the points right in the system and Shige just has to clear it up and be back on his merry way. That must be it, he thinks. Yamashita might be a little spacey, but he wouldn’t give fake grades to someone, especially when it’s someone like Shige, who always does his wrote properly and on time.
After school Shige heads to the teacher’s office to talk to Yamashita, who greets Shige with a smile and motions at him to sit in the chair next to his desk. “Ah, yes, Kato-kun,” Yamashita says when Shige hands him his test. “This was quite surprising coming from you.”
Shige blinks. “B-But, I checked the answers. They’re correct. I should’ve gotten an A on this!”
Yamashita shakes his head. “I understand this is probably hard for you to grasp, you’ve always been such a good student, but-”
“I am a good student!” Shige exclaims, so loudly some of the other teachers stare at him. But Shige doesn’t care, he stares at Yamapi with confusion, worried.
“I know you are, Kato-kun-”
“Then why do I have a C?” Shige questions. “I-I can’t have a C!”
Yamashita sighs and he stares at Shige for a few long moments that has Shige feeling uncomfortable, dropping his determined gaze and shifting in his seat. “All right,” Yamashita says, “you’ll do anything to bring your grade up, right? Because with this C, you’ve dropped your grade in the class down as well.”
“But I shouldn’t have gotten that C in the first place! Check the answers!”
Yamashita’s eyes narrow and Shige gulps, trepidation filling his veins. “Are you questioning my grading, Kato-kun?” he asks in an eerily calm voice. “I’ve already gone through everyone’s tests and I wouldn’t do something as awful as giving someone the wrong grade unless it’s what they deserve.”
“I-I know that, I didn’t mean-” Shige says quickly, flushing.
“Then,” Yamashita continues, “if you want to fix this problem, you should come in early tomorrow morning. Meet me here and I’ll work with you to get your grade up. Is that all right?”
“But-” Shige starts, not liking this, not sure why Yamashita was doing this.
“If you don’t want to, that’s fine, but you’ll have to keep this grade. And I thought your grades meant so much to you, Kato-kun,” Yamashita says easily.
“O-Okay,” Shige relents, still uncertain but not sure what else to do. “I-I’ll be here in the morning, then.”
“Good,” Yamashita says, and grins that bright, beautiful smile of his that makes all of the girls in Shige’s class swoon. “I’ll see you tomorrow.” And with a wave, Shige’s dismissed.
He leaves in a daze, confused, frustrated, and a little uneasy, wondering what exactly Yamashita has planned for him in the morning.
*
Shige gets to school early as requested the following morning and heads straight to the teacher’s office. Yamashita is leaning against the wall beside the door, looking impeccable as usual in a tailored dark suit. When he hears Shige approach, he lifts his eyes and smiles at Shige and Shige, who never really found what was so attractive about this man, feels his heart jump to his throat.
“Morning, Kato-kun,” Yamashita says and pushes himself off the wall. “Come with me.”
Not letting Shige ask any questions, he leads the way down the hall and then stops to the door of the music room, opening it and walking through, holding it for Shige to follow. Something feels off, Shige can’t help but think, and opens his mouth to say as such when he’s suddenly pushed back against the closed door and finds Yamashita’s mouth on his.
A surprised moan slips from his lips and Yamashita seems to think it’s acceptance, kissing him harder and slipping his tongue into Shige’s mouth. Shige pushes him away, or tries to, because Yamashita is surprisingly strong, his grip on Shige’s arm almost painful. Shige’s mind swims with both confusion and fright because if this is what Yamashita meant as a way to redeem his grades then he didn’t want it, he didn’t want this at all.
With as much strength he can muster, Shige pushes Yamashita hard at the shoulders. Yamashita stumbles backwards a bit but catches himself before falling. Shige wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, breathing deeply, eyes wide, and Yamashita just sighs and smoothes down the front of his suit.
“What’s wrong, Kato-kun?” he asks easily as if he hadn’t just kissed Shige. “I thought you said you wanted to fix your grades.”
“B-But not, not like this!” Shige exclaims, bewildered, wondering what happened to the teacher that the rest of his class adores. This can’t possibly be the same person, can it?
Yamashita steps up to him and, Shige, backed up against the door, has no where to go. Yamashita traces a finger along Shige’s cheek, smirking when Shige flinches. “Won’t you do anything to get your grades back up, Kato-kun?”
“Y-Yes, but-”
“Then there isn’t a problem, is there?” Yamashita questions, now pushing up Shige’s chin with his finger so that Shige will meet his eyes.
Shige swallows thickly and shoves him again. “No!” he exclaims again. “This isn’t right!”
Yamashita shrugs and reaches around Shige to open the door. “Well, then you’ll have to keep that C on your test, Kato-kun,” he says and swiftly makes leave.
Shige stands in that room for nearly an hour until he starts to hear other students entering the school. He heads to his classroom, avoids Yamashita, even though he can feel Yamashita’s eyes on him nearly all day. And when he receive a paper halfway through the day with a bold D on the front in red ink, Shige wants to cry. He glances up at Yamashita then and the man gives him a small smirk before continuing with their next lesson.
Shige curls his fingers into the paper, nearly shredding it but beyond caring, and vows he won’t let this get to him. He’ll pull his grades back up the right way.
*
It doesn’t work out that way. No matter how much studies, how much he knows he’s done everything properly, his grades come back as less than average. His parents are growing worried, convinced he’s gotten into drugs or something and it’s affecting his studies, and Shige has to bite his tongue to keep from telling them everything that happened between him and Yamashita. Who would believe him, anyway? The other teachers at the school loved Yamashita too, and even though Shige knew he what Yamashita was going was wrong, he also knew he couldn’t actually prove Yamashita had kissed him.
But it doesn’t stop him from taking his next test with a D on it to the principal and prove that each answer is correct, even if they are marked wrong. Yamashita gives Shige an indecipherable look when he gets called into explain, and then makes a show of being spacey and distracted whilst grading and apologizing profusely to the principal, who, like everyone else, adores Yamashita as well, fawning over him and saying it’s all right as long as he fixes it.
He does, but only that one exam. And when he’s returned a few quizzes and another paper, everything has a giant F printed on the front.
*
“What do you want me to do?” Shige practically shouts two days later, cornering Yamashita after school. “I don’t deserve these grades!”
“Are you sure about that, Kato-kun?” Yamashita questions.
“Yes! I’ve checked and double checked everything! I have the right answers on tests and proper writing for essays and I shouldn’t be getting these grades!” Shige exclaims. “You-You’re just abusing your power, that’s what you’re doing. You’re making me suffer because you can. But why? I haven’t done anything! I’m a good student, I keep to myself and I do my work. Why not pick on someone else!”
“You think I’m picking on you?”
“I know you are!”
Yamashita smiles and replies, “But you know what you can do to make it all better, Kato-kun.”
Shige opens his mouth to retort but shuts it when he doesn’t know what to say. Yamashita laughs and says, “All you have to do is accept, Kato-kun. And then your grades will be back to being the way they always were.”
Shige’s hands clench into fists at his sides, his being splitting in half and playing a vicious game of tug-of-war. Half of him wants to give in because it’ll fix his grades, fix his problems, and put everything back to how it was, but the other half keeps telling him this is wrong, this is blackmail, this is extortion, this is everything a good teacher shouldn’t do.
He grits his teeth as Yamashita smirks and asks, “Well, what’s it going to be, Kato-kun?”
“Find someone else,” Shige hisses. “I’m not giving in.” And with that he turns on his heel and heads home, the entire way wondering if he made the right decision.
*
After a month he can no longer handle it. His grades are some of the worst in the class and only continue to get worse. But he’s stubborn, he’s proud, and he refuses to succumb to Yamashita’s stupid game.
But it does come to a point where he can no longer take it anymore. Where his parents are yelling at him for his awful scores, where he hates himself for not being able to do anything to fix it. He needs to fix it, needs to make this right again, starts to see his future crumbling around him, dreams that he’s been living toward falling apart because he was too proud to do the only thing he could to change it.
When he finally gives in, he feels awful about it, but he doesn’t know what else to do. He goes up to Yamashita that morning and tells him, “You win. What do you want me to do?”
Yamashita looks momentarily surprised, but then smiles and says, “All right. Come see me after school.”
Shige nods and takes his seat, and for the whole day feels hatred for himself and anticipation for what was to come, ignoring how he could feel Yamashita’s eyes on him.
He refuses to back out now that he’s already given in and meets Yamashita after school. Yamashita leads him into an unused classroom, shuts the doors, windows, draws the shades. When he turns back to Shige, he’s smirking, and Shige can hear his heart pounding in his hears, feels himself start to shake.
“You look scared, Kato-kun,” Yamashita says softly, returning to stand before Shige. “I’m not going to hurt you.”
Shige bites back his retort, and braces himself for the kiss, knows it’s coming when Yamashita leans in. At least it’s not as fierce as that first time, Yamashita gently coaxing Shige’s lips apart and kissing him softly, and it surprises Shige, wondering why Yamashita was being so kind. He won’t discourage it though, and even though he doesn’t want to, even though he told himself to just take whatever Yamashita gives without reciprocating, he finds himself kissing back.
He hates himself for it, but the fact is that it does feel kind of good. But then he’s pushed forcefully up against the adjacent wall, his skull colliding painfully with the wall and good doesn’t apply anymore, pain searing throughout his body. Yamashita seems unconcerned, kissing harder now, fiercer, that when he pulls away what feels like hours later, Shige’s lips are bruised, swollen.
Yamashita lets out a soft noise of appreciation as he stares at Shige, making Shige flush self-consciously. “Are you willing to do anything, Kato-kun?” Yamashita questions, eyes piercing Shige’s and Shige can’t look away, no matter how much he wants to.
He nods, unable to speak, and Yamashita smiles, caresses Shige’s cheek with his fingers and Shige presses his nails into his palms, keeps still. “Good,” Yamashita says approvingly, and then steps back. “On your knees.”
Shige’s eyes widen. He’s not stupid, he knows what Yamashita wants, and he hates that he’s here, that he’s going to do it because it’s the only way he can fix his grades. It doesn’t stop him from defying the order for a moment, not moving, giving Yamashita a challenging look.
But Yamashita isn’t having any of that, and a hand is in his hair in the next second, tight and unrelenting, forcing Shige down as he hisses, “I said, on your knees.”
Shige has no choice, kneeling before Yamashita and reaching for his pants, his hands trembling. Yamashita’s hand is still in his hair, clenching tighter when Shige takes too long, and he lets out a deep moan when Shige gets a hand around his semi-hard cock. Shige hesitates but Yamashita is pushing him closer, and Shige tries to back away. He doesn’t want to do this.
“Kato-kun,” Yamashita says in a sharp voice. “Didn’t you say you’d do anything?”
Shige nods again.
“Then what are you waiting for?” Yamashita questions, and pushes his hips forward. “Suck it.”
Shige clenches his eyes tight and does as he’s told, opening his mouth and taking a tentative lick. Yamashita approves loudly and his hips thrust forward again, pushing past Shige’s lips as Shige opens his mouth wider and takes him in. It’s the strangest feeling, not arousing at all, in fact, it’s difficult, keeping his mouth open as Yamashita fucks his face. It’s easier that way than to try to do it himself, inexperience would probably only make Yamashita angry, and he just wanted this all over as soon as possible.
Shige grabs Yamashita’s hips when the older man increases his pace, thrusting too fast for Shige to keep up, pulling away completely to cough, tears stinging the back of his eyes. But Yamashita is back before Shige can catch his breath completely, but, thankfully, he goes slower this time, and Shige is able to relax a little more. His jaw is starting to hurt, but he can tell Yamashita is close, wonders what do to when he comes.
Yamashita seems to answer that for him, fingers rubbing along Shige’s jaw in a surprisingly kind away, and says, “Swallow everything, we don’t want a mess, do we?”
Shige wants to refuse but he can’t speak, just makes a frustrated groan around Yamashita’s cock, which only fuels Yamashita on more. When he comes it’s down Shige’s throat, burning and painful, and Shige forces himself to swallow even though it’s awful. He pulls away and gasps for breath as he collapses on the floor and tries hard not to cry.
Then Yamashita is there, kissing him slowly and Shige fights him, pushes him away until Yamashita releases him with a laugh. “You did well, Kato-kun,” he says as he stands and puts himself back together. “Tomorrow morning, we’ll try again, and I might be able to change one of those exam scores back to an A for you.”
Without another word he exits the room, leaving Shige curled on the floor for a long time afterward.
*
His grades improve. Slowly, yes, but they do. But each time he sees an A on his paper or exam, he feels worse because he doesn’t believe he truly deserved it, anymore. Not when he knows his studying didn’t get it, but because he let Yamashita fuck his mouth again that morning, yesterday afternoon, and the day before that.
But Shige is getting tired of it, doesn’t want to do this anymore, hates himself more and more each day the longer it goes on.
“How long…How long do I have to keep doing this?” Shige asks Yamashita another week later.
“As long as it takes,” Yamashita replies, and Shige figures that to mean for the rest of the year, until he graduates in the spring.
“I-I can’t do this anymore,” Shige says quietly, not looking at Yamashita. “This is wrong, Sensei, I-”
“But you’re already so close,” Yamashita cuts in. “You’ve been doing so well, Kato-kun.”
“I can’t do it anymore!” Shige exclaims. “Please, just stop this. Why…Why are you doing this, anyway?”
Yamashita doesn’t answer right away, instead he closes the space between them with a kiss and Shige has learned by now, after all this time, that it’s just easier to give in. He kisses back even though he doesn’t want to, lets Yamashita wrap his hands around his waist and pull him close and even curls his own fingers into the back of Yamashita’s suit jacket. Shige stumbles when Yamashita guides him into the empty classroom, knocking into a chair that scrapes across the floor in the silence, and then his eyes widen when he’s pressed down against a desk.
Yamashita breaks away and licks his lips. Before Shige can ask what’s going on he says, “If you want everything to stop, then I have a way.”
“W-What?” Shige says, but he already knows, and so does Yamashita because he just smirks and replies, “You know what I want. It’s your only way, Kato-kun.”
Shige feels dizzy, uncertain, horrified. He doesn’t know what he should do, staring at Yamashita beseechingly, but the only answer is obvious. He wants it to stop, needs it to stop, and this. This would just be one time. If everything goes back to normal after he does this, then. Then it’d be worth it, right?
“You-You promise,” Shige says, “You promise you’ll fix everything if I…if I do this?”
Yamashita nods firmly. “I’m a man of my word,” he says. “I’ve been keeping my promises up until now, haven’t I?”
Shige nods, swallows thickly and says, “Okay,” even though he knows this isn’t right, that there will be consequences, that there’ll be something that’ll come out of this, but when he has no other option, Shige doesn’t know what else he can do.
Yamashita smiles and gently brushes Shige’s bangs from his face and says, “Good,” before he kisses him again.
Shige isn’t sure what to expect but Yamashita is careful and slow and kind, and it throws Shige for a loop. He’s never been anything but kind, however, being intimate with one of his students, a male student, isn’t exactly kind, either. Extortion is far from kind, as well. But Yamashita has surprised him these past few weeks, not pushing Shige further than he can take, never directly forcing him to do anything. He always gave Shige the option. It was Shige who chose to do it. But it was because he couldn’t refuse that Shige gave in, each time.
Right now is no different, kissing back because he knows Yamashita likes it, and, if he’s honest with himself, it’s not all that bad. But Shige doesn’t think about that, what it might mean, and lets Yamashita do as he wishes, gasping when fingers slide over his sides and then undo the buttons on his uniform blazer. It’s pushed off his shoulders and to the floor and then the hands are back, pulling out the tails of his shirt and slipping his hands underneath. Shige shakes under Yamashita’s touch on his skin, leaving a fiery trail all over his chest before pulling back completely.
Yamashita pulls his own suit coat off and drapes it over the desk next to Shige, then reaches for Shige’s pants. Shige’s ears are thundering with his heartbeat and he watches with wide eyes as Yamashita pushes his pants down, following with his boxers, and then wraps a hand around Shige’s cock. Despite himself, he moans, low from his throat and pushes his hips into the touch. Yamashita smiles and leans forward to press a series of butterfly kisses across Shige’s jaw, down his neck.
Arousal pools in Shige’s belly, and it’s not the first time. He always tries hard to stop it when they’re together like this, not wanting to give Yamashita the satisfaction of getting Shige hard on top of everything, but a few times he couldn’t stop it, too worked up, too eager, and Yamashita wouldn’t mock him, would always bring him off before leaving.
Now Shige can’t stop it again because it does feel good, even though in his mind he’s shouting at him to stop, yelling and cussing at Yamashita to leave him be. His body betrays him and Shige is too weak to put up a fight. He just wants it to be over.
“I knew you liked this, Kato-kun,” Yamashita breathes into Shige’s ear as he fists Shige to full hardness. “Always putting up a front, but you’re so easy to read.”
Shige doesn’t reply, there’s no need to. He just whimpers brokenly as Yamashita pulls him up and turns him around roughly, pushing him face forward onto the desk, his ass up behind him. Shige grasps the edge of the desk in his hands, fear rippling down his spine because he has never done this, never thought he’d be in this position, never wanted it like this, and yet his body craves for it at the same time. He hears Yamashita undoing the buttons and zipper on his pants and then hears the rip of a foil packet.
Shige nearly jumps out of his skin when fingers push their way inside him, slick with lube, and he’s grateful for that, at least. It stings more than he imagined, and he can hear his teeth grinding together with the thump-thump-thump of his heart. Yamashita preps him quickly, harder than Shige would like, but he can barely speak to tell him otherwise. When he pulls his fingers out, Shige’s world seems shake, and when he pushes in, everything around him stops for a few terrifying moments.
The feeling, the strange, discomfort is what pulls Shige back, gasping breathlessly as his grip on the ledge of the desk turns painful; he doesn’t know if he’ll be able to let go. Yamashita is groaning into his ear, pushing in all the way and then pulling out to only thrust again. Shige screams silently, his throat tight and raw as Yamashita picks up his pace and sets a steady but harsh rhythm.
“You’re so tight, Kato-kun,” Yamashita whispers, his fingers dancing across Shige’s stomach and igniting a fire within. “Do you know how long I’ve wanted this?”
Shige doesn’t answer, but it doesn’t seem like Yamashita’s looking for one anyway, wrapped up in his own thoughts and fantasy. Shige just lets him go, eyes shut tight as he tries not to let the twinge of pain get to him. Yamashita digs his nails into Shige’s hip and pulls him close with each thrust, forcing Shige’s participation. Shige groans, the sounds of both soreness and pleasure tumble out his throat easily, too mentally exhausted to stop it.
“You want to come, don’t you?” Yamashita questions, his fingers sneaking down to where Shige desperately needs him, soft, light touches that drive him crazy.
Shige nods his head fiercely. “Please,” he begs. “Sensei.”
Yamashita responds with a particularly sharp thrust, hitting Shige somewhere that has his whole body convulsing, eyes widening in surprise as shocks of pleasure erupt throughout him. “Yes,” Yamashita groans, Shige undoubtedly clenching around him. “So good, Kato-kun.”
Shige whines unintelligibly and when Yamashita finally wraps a hand around him, he knows he won’t last longer. But Yamashita seems in the same boat, his thrusts becoming faster, harder and more irregular while he grunts continuously into Shige’s shoulder. He strokes Shige at the same pace and Shige thinks he might break off the side of the desk with how hard he’s holding it now.
Yamashita comes first, a thundering groan, rich and deep, filling Shige’s ears as he slams into Shige one final time and tenses. Shige feels a little sick, feeling Yamashita hard inside him, filling him up before he pulls out with a grunt.
“S-Sensei,” Shige gasps, his own erection aching for release and thankfully Yamashita doesn’t leave him hanging, but then again, he never has.
It only takes a few strokes and Yamashita’s thumb rubbing the tip for Shige to come hard over his fingers, clinging onto Yamashita’s arms. He probably would have fallen to the floor if Yamashita didn’t help him down first, wiping his hand on the inside of Shige’s shirt.
He stands up silently and redresses as if nothing has happened, just like every other time. Then he leans down, kisses Shige once, gently, on the lips before he says, “You’ve done extremely well, Kato-kun. And you’ll be rewarded for it. I am a man of my word, after all.”
With that, he picks up his jacket and leaves the room with a flourish and Shige slowly redresses himself, shame and guilt filling his veins as he grabs his things and returns home.
*
Yamashita is a man of his word. Shige’s next assignments all return with As and various nuances good work! across the top. When they get report notices of their grades for each class, Shige has straight As, and he has never felt happier, even though at the same time, the shame and the uneasiness still lingers just beneath the surface.
Each good grade, even though he knows he deserves it because he did study, he learned the material, feels wrong. He gave up himself to get these grades, and now, the exchange no longer feels worth it. But there’s nothing he can do about it, anymore. He has just a few months left until he graduates, until he gets to leave this place, leave it all behind, and that’s what he works towards.
Except he starts to get more agitated as the days go on, as they go on without being with Yamashita. Shige has no idea what is wrong with him, why he would even think about wanting it to happen again, but the thought is there, and he remembers, remembers every single one of their encounters, remembers them vividly in the back of his mind whenever he has a moment to spare.
Yamashita’s touch, his soft kisses, his deep voice. The way he felt when he’d fucked Shige, the way he never left Shige hanging, the way he seemed to actually like Shige, no matter how farfetched that thought was it embedded itself into Shige’s brain and latched onto him with the grip of a thousand fingers.
He lasts a month and a half before he relents, once again, and Yamashita doesn’t look surprised at all. In fact, he looks as though he expected it, smiling kindly at Shige, that smile Shige can’t get out of his head, and kisses him slowly, surely, perfectly in another empty classroom early before the first bell.
“I knew you liked this, Kato-kun,” Yamashita says, tucking a strand of Shige’s hair behind his ear.
Shige doesn’t say anything because he knows he doesn’t have to. He just lets Yamashita do as he wants, knows he’ll give in to anything because now he knows he needs it, too.