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I, Takaba Akihito, didn’t know how my life managed to reach to this point. Here I was, sitting around my apartment’s kitchen table and staring with a mixture of confusion and anger at the seventeen year old teen sitting across from me, smoking and acting as if he was too bored to care what I had to say.
Slender fingers removed the cigarette from that wily mouth and Asami Ryuichi blew a plume of smoke in the air while watching me with those piercing golden eyes before repeating himself.
“I said, I’m staying here with you for a while.”
“No, you’re not! And stop smoking in my apartment!” Takaba grounded out. The next plume of smoke was blown directly into his face and he stood, stalked up to the brat and grabbed the cigarette before dumping it in his tea cup. He brought his angry face close to the boy’s and repeated. “You’re not staying with me, I don’t want you here.”
Asami’s face never changed from its indifferent disposition and he looked him in the eyes before leaning forward, bringing their faces, mainly their lips too close for comfort and Takaba could feel something churning in his stomach at the proximity. He pulled back quickly while those golden eyes followed his movements.
“I’m staying here whether you like it or not, Sensei,” Asami scoffed before leaning back in his chair and smiling evilly. “I gave the police your information as my guardian, and with nowhere else to go you have to put up with me.”
Takaba rubbed the bridge of his nose and sighed. “Explain to me again how you got my information to give to the police?”
Asami just sat there staring at me and his right hand travelled across the table until he took a strawberry out of my fruit bowl. I watched as he brought it to his lips and bit into the juicy fruit, eating slowly and arousing memories and feelings of what he did to me in the school’s bathroom with those same lips. He’s only seventeen, damnit, and I’m twenty seven; this isn’t right.
“Trade secret, Sensei.”
He smirked and I growled in frustration before grabbing the cordless phone hanging on the wall. “No! I’m calling the cops and explaining to them that you’re a student of mine but I don’t know you and I’m not your guardian.”
He sat there looking unfazed as I dialled the police. Inside I was panicking, this kid brought out the worst in me. There was an answer on the other line and I asked for Officer Yamaka, he’s a good friend of mine.
“Hi, Yamaka-san. Yes, I’m fine but I have a problem at home I need help with...” I had my back to Asami and when I looked at him, expecting him to show even a little fear at what I was doing, I realized he was lazily biting into another strawberry and ignoring me. That got me more pissed. I gripped the phone tight and blurted. “That’s fine, but look, I have a student here with me and he gave out information that I’m his guardian and...what?”
“The papers transferring responsibility to you was processed yesterday.”
I felt light headed and confused. “Yesterday, but how? He’s just a kid from my class and...no, I never signed them. What, he has to stay for a month?! But, but! Wait...why must I...Yamaka-san!? Yamaka-san!? SHIT!” He hung up and I slammed the phone down on the cradle, almost destroying it.
I ran both hands through my hair and cursed. “Fuck!”
“Be careful what you say around a kid like me, Sensei, I just might follow that one through...” he stated with a smirk, licking his lips where strawberry juice managed to get away. He had this look in his eyes like he was a hungry, horny demon and I’m his prey. I groaned in frustration and walked away, heading to my room, locking the door with the lock and throwing my self on my bed, using the time to think. How did things end up like this?
*******VF*******
Two weeks earlier...
“Takaba-Sensei...!” I was walking along the corridors of the high school I worked at as a twelfth grade Social studies teacher. I love my job, great kids, good pay and awesome benefits. The kid shouting at me was Sarah Kellyman, a half Japanese half British female from one of my classes.
“Hey Sarah,” I greeted as I stopped and adjusted the two huge text books I had in both hands and the strapped bag across my shoulder.
“Sorry, sensei, I wanted to drop this off.” She handed me a file jacket; her late assignment.
“Thanks,” I nodded at her.
She started looking nervous; playing with her fingers and avoiding my gaze. “I’m sorry, and thank you for the second chance, Sensei.”
I smiled at her. “Don’t worry, you’re a good student after all and everybody makes mistakes.”
She smiled brightly before running back to where ever she came from. I made my way to the teacher’s lounge and sat around my desk, looking at all the assignments I had to grade. Good thing my next class didn’t start for another hour.
“Takaba-san!” It was the headmaster’s voice; a short, old man with a balding middle by the name of Tanuka-Sensei. He rounded the corner and I stood and bowed.
“Tanuka-Sensei, welcome.” I stood there as he walked up to me.
“Takaba-san, we’ll be having a new transfer student tomorrow, he’ll be majoring in your studies.”
He passed me a file. “Oh? So late in the semester?”
“He’s one of those rich kids with connections; I wasn’t a part of the decision making. Anyways, he’ll arrive tomorrow and you’ll get to meet him.”
I opened and read the name on the file, Asami Ryuichi, seventeen years old, transferring from Mile High Gakuen. The file didn’t say why he was being transferred, so I asked in a low voice. “He’s not a delinquent, is he?”
To be honest, I’ve barely ever had any experience with delinquents, most never made it to twelfth grade. I looked at his picture; golden eyes, handsome features and a no nonsense disposition. His hair was swept sideways right across his forehead. Hopefully things wouldn’t turn out too bad with this new student, I looked forward to welcoming him.
*******VF*******
I reached the school earlier than normal the next day and made my way towards the headmaster’s office. When I got there I saw the back of the new student’s head while he got the pre-introduction lecture about the interest and the morals of the school and what’s to be expected of him. Tanuka-Sensei ushered me in when he spotted me and I walked forward to take a seat in the empty chair beside the new student.
“And this will be your teacher for the rest of your stay. Takaba Akihito, meet Ryuichi Asami,” the headmaster seemed to drone out. He stood and we bowed to each other in greeting and I realized the picture didn’t do him any justice. He was so handsome I’m sure girls would be flocking him like bees to honey as soon as he stepped through the classroom door. We finished up our formalities and I just got this weird sort of feeling whenever he looked at me. I walked with him to our block a few minutes before class was start and asked him to wait outside. When I entered and did roll call I informed the class they would have a new classmate. I asked him to enter and there was cat calls and whistles from all the girls in the room. It was almost an uproar.
“Ok, settle down everybody!” I shouted. He stood beside me and I continued. “This is your new classmate, I’ll let him introduce himself.”
I passed him a stick of chalk and he wrote the kanji for his name on the black-board.
“Asami Ryuichi. I’m gay, no girls allowed.”
There was collective gasps and groans of disappointment from all the girls and snickers and laughs from the boys and I was taken aback by his crude honesty. It took me a few seconds to compose myself before I managed to say, “Great, glad to know that, now take a seat, row 4 at the back.”
I watched him as he made his way down the row and sat. I shook my head and chuckled, wondering what I was in for with this kid before announcing which book they should all take out and which chapter they were to read.
*******VF*******
First period ended forty minutes later and I made my way back to my desk in the teacher’s lounge. To be honest I’ve never felt so uncomfortable in one of my classes before. It was the way that kid kept staring at me. It made me feel queasy but I told myself to get my shit together, this was a student and there’s no way he would do anything too outrageous, would he?
I’d just walked through the door to the teacher’s lounge when someone grabbed me and pushed me against the wall, kissing me senseless. I was scared breathless until I realized it was Kenji, the tenth grade math teacher; the guy I was currently seeing. We kissed passionately for a moment before he pulled back and smiled.
“Sorry to scare you...” He pulled on a lock of my blond hair.
I smiled. “Don’t do that again.” I exhaled slowly.
“Yeah, I won’t. How about I make it up to you with dinner later?”
“Um...” I thought about it. Dinner led to other things and I had a lot of school work to finish up. “I don’t know...”
He pressed his body against mine and pouted. He can be so cute sometimes. “Please? I’ll cook your favourite for you.”
I grinned. “Fine.” We kissed one last time before separating, it’s a good thing the lounge was empty.
*******VF*******
Three days later, while doing roll call I realized Asami’s seat was empty...again. I stabbed at his name on the roster with my pen in irritation before skipping it and calling the next down the list. He strolled in when I was almost through.
“Where were you?” I bit out. It’s just been three days already and he’s already behaving like this.
“Out,” came his monotone response and I cursed in my head at his lame excuse before ordering him to his seat. He sat there and I glared at him from under my lashes. He glared right back. I willed myself to calm down before starting the days lesson.
That queasy feeling that he was watching me way too intensely formed again in the pit of my stomach and I ignored it ignored him. What could a student like him do to a teacher like me anyways?
*******VF*******
Holy fuck, I just had to ask, didn’t I? It’s the middle of third period and I came into the male bathroom looking for somebody. When I turned around I ran right into him, Asami, and he just stood there blocking the exit to the bathroom, which I now realized is locked from the inside.
He had his hands in his pocket and an impassive look in his eyes.
“Shouldn’t you be in class?” I was nervous, it showed.
“Bathroom break,” he answered. He started taking sure, steady steps towards me and I took equal steps back. As the older teacher, he somehow gave me the impression the power balance was not tipped in my favour. I backed up until my ass hit one of the sinks and I held on to it, feeling my breathing increase as he got all up in my personal space. He leaned against me and I tried to push him back. He smirked before bracing both palms on the mirror beside my head, effectively boxing me in.
“W...what are you doing?” I asked nervously.
His lips quirked at the side before he brushed my bangs away from my forehead with his fingers. I pulled my head back.
“What does it look like, Takaba?”
“That’s sensei to you,” I growled before slapping his hand away. He leaned in closer and I started to panic more. He tried to kiss me and I tried pushing him back and shouting for him to stop.
“Hush.” He put an index finger on my lips, silencing me, especially with the way those golden eyes seemed to look right through me and I suddenly felt too weak to not give in. I was mesmerized, he even smelled good too. I made no noise.
He kissed me, tilting my head back while I turned it to the side to accommodate the slight height advantage he had over me. I grabbed the side of his shirt, losing myself in it and him even though in the back of my mind I knew I shouldn’t. He’s seventeen, I’m twenty seven and if this went any further and got out I wouldn’t have a job, I wouldn’t be able to teach again. I tried pushing him back but he grabbed my arms and held them firmly, I was trapped and those hot lips trailed down to my neck, sending shivers down my spine in a way he shouldn’t be able to do.
“Don’t, this isn’t right,” I huffed and he brought his head up to look at me before kissing me passionately again. His lips tasted so...right, and his tongue played with mine as he sucked it into his mouth. I was hot and bothered and he held my waist and pulled it against his; he was as hard as I was.
“Stop, Asami...” I begged after we pulled back, even if a part of me wanted more because I was too far gone in the web he spun around me. This was wrong, so fucking wrong and in this moment, this instant he made it feel right. Damn him. He unbuckled my belt and unzipped my pants even though I tried feebly to stop him. I watched, wide eyed and terrified as he exposed me, dropped to his knees and took me in his mouth. I went slack against the sink I was leaning against and I moaned. He was so damn talented at such a young age I had to wonder. He used a hand to cover my mouth because I’d inadvertently started to become loud. It felt so good I didn’t last too long and he didn’t pull back even as I came, my body spasm before I went slack, reeling from the intensity. He stood up, looked at me and swallowed.
“That was good,” he remarked.
My senses started coming back to me and I felt myself becoming overwhelmed with anger and fear as I rearranged myself to my earlier disposition. I can’t believe I was molested by a student in the bathroom.
My eyes clouded over with unshed tears, I knew I would be out of job now and would never be able to teach again. “Get. Away from me.”
I looked at him and he just stood there, wiping my cum from the corners of his mouth with one hand.
“What’s the matter? You enjoyed it.”
I felt something inside me snap. “You bastard! Don’t you dare go that route with me, I didn’t ask for this.”
I finished putting myself together and tried to storm past him and he grabbed my arm, spinning me around to face him in the process and I grabbed his hand with my free one in reflex.
“Let go of me.” I tried to pull my hand back but his grip was really strong. He had muscles, like he played sports or something, more muscled than my thin frame.
“Leave him.”
“What...?” I asked, not understanding what he was trying to say. He kept looking at me that way and it made me even more uneasy than previous times.
He bit out unpleasantly in annoyance. “The guy you’re seeing. Leave him.”
Gathering my strength, I pushed him back and quickly unlocked the door before walking steadfastly down the hall.
I needed to get away. This kid...I have to avoid him at all costs.