Intellectual War

Before I even try to justify what happen here – this early in the morning - I think we all want an explanation for last night.



Shouta had decided that enough was enough – if he was forced to return home, he deserved a little happiness in the form of love. It was appropriate right? After all, he never had a chance at relationship nor chasing after anyone.



Now, just when the one person he found at all cute, was willing to become his, the world decided to interfere! Go figure!!!



Just when he was about to f*….errrrrrr….have the pleasure of sharing his body, entwining it with someone else’s, feeling thighs between thighs, stomach against stomach, penis against penis ….oooooohhhhhhhhh…focus, focus, eww wipe that drool away!



Shouta, now was an official pervert – a danger to nothing but the ass of one Kouhei.



When this started out, it was supposed to be a straightforward story….sigh….all did not go to plan.



Still, what Kouhei did not know was the fact that Mr. Fuji had liked the look of him on the floor, legs spread and leaning on his hands. He liked the scanlised angry look he had on when Tahesi dismissed him so cruelly.



The man saw the look of a cute boy that was not trying to win his heart. A boy he could chase after and make plans to seduce. To have the fun of actually falling in love with, hoping for a steady relationship.



The vulnerability of an adult mind – the simplicity and childishness of a man been chased after all his life.



FINE – damn – okay that was the explanation, the justification for why he was after…er…fell in love with Kouhei.



Now to tell you how he went about it, I’m sure that would be far more capitivating and interesting right?



Well, to begin with there was dinner (cheap) and a bottle of red wine (also cheap) – a student that could not hold his liquor and a teacher that could be nominated for the Oscars and would win hands down! He was that good at acting you would be wooed in less then ten seconds – Kouhei was slightly better – it took him twenty seconds to succumb to his ex-teacher’s advances.



And just for everyone’s information, he stole enough money to find a good hotel and have two king size suites, and a credit card that let them eat 50 dinners- at a $1000 each



Hey, you have to work with the cards you got, right? He didn’t want to be found out too quickly now, would he? (wink, wink)



Okay, so after our sweet, sweet spoiled child finished his tantrum – that has gone for nearly thirty minutes. If there were vases, it would have gone out the window, but there wasn’t. So the window was thrown quickly to accommodate a few cups and saucers. Not to mention about giving a few concussions to people enjoying their dinner in the beer garden.



There was some swear words Shouta understand then there was some, he could never understood. No way in hell he would understand – because they were mushed up together- two languages up to four sometimes.



There were arms swinging, kicking walls – and our poor teacher in the corner, enjoying the show.



Especially, when the shirt slide up just a little, showing a bit too much skin, or the pants sliding down a little too low, showing the name of underwear that Kouhei was wearing.



Poor, poor teacher, his pants was getting too tight at the first part – a tent actually. A appendage was hard and weeping--- too bad it had to wait, so he tried to fixed it.



By thinking of a woman.



Typical male. Pervert male.



“Done? Would you like dinner now?”