Intellectual War
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Romance › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
15
Views:
5,554
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Chapter 3
Mr. Fuji was in, err… shock? He was so totally, utterly confused on his inclusion in a student activity that words failed him, but it wasn't the first time coming from this troublemaker. After all, he had been stunned no less then about twenty times since the beginning of the year.
"Uh-um... uh… well, ah, I'm... not, uh… a-a… a… stu-student. So… uh…" stuttered a red faced Mr. Fuji.
Oops… sir, that may not have been the way to go. Stuttering only caused students to imagined Mr. Fuji not as Romeo, but as the maiden Juliet. Many found the look on Mr. Fuji's face just so enchanting that he might as well have been a damsel in distress of the past. Those big puppy eyes and that shy redness creeping up his face matched so well with his slender body and frame. His whole person spelled just two words: damn cute. Yes, everyone knew that the demonic teacher just happened to be one of the shyest and cutest when in uke-style, everyone except him, of course. One word of advice: don't try to tell or explain it to him; you’ll just get a blank look and a tilt of the head… and that just makes you want him all the more!
Bets had been placed when he first walked through that door, his first ‘hello’. Some said he was gay, some claimed he was straighter then an arrow and others thought him to be bi. But it certainly was a case of "It is for me to know and you to find out" for the students. Many had taken actions into their own hands. First of all they wanted to find out once and for all if the man was on the market for the taking (that made him sound so much like a piece of meat… but well, that was what they were thought him to be anyway). Second, the students just wanted to make him theirs, each and everyone of them wanted to keep this beauty to themselves.
So, the poor man had people throwing themselves at him, trying to kiss those rosy lips. People pushing him into the walls in the most animalistic styles; he was scarred for life. He actually kept capsicum spray now! You read that right, capsicum spray to ward of potential attackers or molesters. In the car park, he had been approached and nearly raped by the side of his car, if it had not been for a cleaner coming to him running with a toilet mop swishing high in the air, water splashing everywhere… let’s just say he stayed in the shower for at least an hour, washing his body no less than THREE times. Ah, being a teacher was so hard work.
Takesi never once looked at him like that. Nope, no way, not in this life time. *cough* *cough* He never imagined running his hands under that suit shirt, down those pants, he never imagined stroking his thighs, his balls, his - okay, you get the point - making him moan, making him cry and - YOU GET THE POINT. Takesi had occasionally (really, only occasionally) thought about being the man on top, pounding the teacher into the bed, having his fingers dig into his skin. Yes, only sometimes. He was still enemies with Takesi after all. There is a saying: keep your friends close and keep your enemies closer. How close can one get then being joined by the hip, right? Ah, the logic of a genius, so flawed yet so right.
"Uh-um... uh… well, ah, I'm... not, uh… a-a… a… stu-student. So… uh…" stuttered a red faced Mr. Fuji.
Oops… sir, that may not have been the way to go. Stuttering only caused students to imagined Mr. Fuji not as Romeo, but as the maiden Juliet. Many found the look on Mr. Fuji's face just so enchanting that he might as well have been a damsel in distress of the past. Those big puppy eyes and that shy redness creeping up his face matched so well with his slender body and frame. His whole person spelled just two words: damn cute. Yes, everyone knew that the demonic teacher just happened to be one of the shyest and cutest when in uke-style, everyone except him, of course. One word of advice: don't try to tell or explain it to him; you’ll just get a blank look and a tilt of the head… and that just makes you want him all the more!
Bets had been placed when he first walked through that door, his first ‘hello’. Some said he was gay, some claimed he was straighter then an arrow and others thought him to be bi. But it certainly was a case of "It is for me to know and you to find out" for the students. Many had taken actions into their own hands. First of all they wanted to find out once and for all if the man was on the market for the taking (that made him sound so much like a piece of meat… but well, that was what they were thought him to be anyway). Second, the students just wanted to make him theirs, each and everyone of them wanted to keep this beauty to themselves.
So, the poor man had people throwing themselves at him, trying to kiss those rosy lips. People pushing him into the walls in the most animalistic styles; he was scarred for life. He actually kept capsicum spray now! You read that right, capsicum spray to ward of potential attackers or molesters. In the car park, he had been approached and nearly raped by the side of his car, if it had not been for a cleaner coming to him running with a toilet mop swishing high in the air, water splashing everywhere… let’s just say he stayed in the shower for at least an hour, washing his body no less than THREE times. Ah, being a teacher was so hard work.
Takesi never once looked at him like that. Nope, no way, not in this life time. *cough* *cough* He never imagined running his hands under that suit shirt, down those pants, he never imagined stroking his thighs, his balls, his - okay, you get the point - making him moan, making him cry and - YOU GET THE POINT. Takesi had occasionally (really, only occasionally) thought about being the man on top, pounding the teacher into the bed, having his fingers dig into his skin. Yes, only sometimes. He was still enemies with Takesi after all. There is a saying: keep your friends close and keep your enemies closer. How close can one get then being joined by the hip, right? Ah, the logic of a genius, so flawed yet so right.