Love Potion

The sky was dark and thunder was rolling in quickly. Tori knew he had moments before the sky opened up and began to pour upon him, but he made no move to hasten his pace towards home. Instead, the auburn-haired teen trudged on, books clutched to his chest as he was thoroughly soaked by the downpour. More than thirty minutes later he made it through the door. After much scolding from his mother for both his appearance and tardiness, he slammed the sliding door to his room and locked it.
Tori threw his sodden clothing into the hamper and began to dry his hair, reaching out to flip open his laptop and boot it up. He dressed quickly as he waited for the system to load, slipping on a pair of duck pajama pants and an old Arizona Iced Tea shirt. Nestling down beneath the covers of his bed, Tori began to type away, instant messaging an internet friend he'd met a few weeks before. They'd immediately hit it off, and no matter what he seemed to say, his friend knew just the right thing to say to make him feel better or at the very least understood.

StormSoul: I got soaked on the way home, and my mom threw a fit.

DarkAngel: So did I. Moms are always a pain, they never seem to realize that a little water isn't going to hurt anyone. They want us to shower every day, don't they? The only difference is the temperature.

StormSoul: Exactly! I swear, DA, sometimes I'm really tempted to just run out and live on the street where she can't control me.

DarkAngel: Don't do that. Then I'd have no one left to chat with.

StormSoul: Heh, you're probably the only reason I stick around.

DarkAngel: So, did you see him today?

Tori felt the blush creep upon his cheeks. He'd spent most of his day trying not to see Hima Tsuki, the class's number one pupil. Tsuki was a genius, and the teachers predicted he would move from his senior year straight into a job as a software engineer for some large computer company. He was excellent at mathematics, as well as computer sciences. He had, more than once, taken apart any of the students broken machines (two laptops, an mp3 player, and a gamecube to be precise) and not only fixed them, but reassembled them without taking any notes as to which screws and pieces went where.

StormSoul: "¦yeah, I saw him. He got three A's today alone, the perfectionist.

DarkAngel: But you're still in love with him.

StormSoul: That's not the point. He doesn't need to make us all look bad, does he?

DarkAngel: He should get poor grades to make you feel better, then? I thought the reason you noticed him was because he was being picked on for his perfect grades.

StormSoul: Yeah, I tripped a kid that was harassing him by "˜accident' but that's the only time he ever noticed me in return. I think he's too obsessed with his schoolwork to care about anything else that breathes.

DarkAngel: Maybe if you told him how you feel?

StormSoul: Oh, Kami, that'd go over well. "Hey, Tsuki? I love you and want you to kiss me so badly that I masterbate over you every night." That'd pass with flying colors!

DarkAngel: *Laughs!* No, I don't think that's the way to do it.

StormSoul: Maybe I should just cast a spell on him to make him love me too.

Laughing softly to himself, Tori looked over to his bureau beside his bed. He slowly slid open the top drawer and pulled out a picture of his love interest. It was a shot of him smiling, posing for an award he'd won for getting top scores in a Math competition. That smile, it both melted him and made something stir within him that happened every night, just as he had joked with his online friend. Biting his lip, he set the picture away, but the damage was done. He was uncomfortably hard.

DarkAngel: I know one.

Tori was stroking himself too fast to try and reply, his lip bit almost enough to make it bleed as he imagined his little savant touching him, grinding against him, their erections crushing one another with pleasure.

DarkAngel: It's complicated, though. It'll be quick to make, but it has to be done at exactly the right time and the ingredients put in just the right order. I learned it online from a witchcraft website.

The laptop was on the side of the bed now, and Tori was no longer even looking at the screen. Both hands were fisted over his length, his hips bucking up into them as he moaned and panted. "Tsuki! Tsuki, oh Kami, harder! Grip me harder! I'm going to come!" His voice was a harsh whisper as he kept his tone down, but his climax itself was completely silent. Back arched, both hands still fisted painfully tight around his length, his pearly white seed spurted out across his fingers. Green eyes blinked open slowly, the starbursts only beginning to fade from the ferocity of his climax.

DarkAngel: Are you still there??

StormSoul: Yes, I'm here.

DarkAngel: Must've been good to distract you for"¦. Six whole minutes.

StormSoul: I never said I had endurance, so stuff it. Tell me about this spell.

DarkAngel: *Laughs* You're such a pervert. Okay, so this is what you need to do. "¦After you've cleaned up, that is.

StormSoul: Shut up, DA, or I'll never tell you anything ever again.

DarkAngel: Okay, I'm sorry. Now, the spell can be made with stuff you've probably got in the kitchen.

Twenty minutes later, Tori was freshly scrubbed and mixing together things he'd never heard of before, but somehow had in his cabinets. How was he supposed to know that Rosemary was a seasoning and not some girl's name? The bowl smelled terrible, but if it brought him closer to Tsuki, he didn't care.

DarkAngel: Now you need to take the paste and rub it on his picture.

StormSoul: But that'll ruin it! It's the only picture of him I have.

DarkAngel: If it works, you'll have him instead and you can take your own pictures.

StormSoul: Point well made.

Taking the paste, he smeared it across the picture of Tsuki and sighed heavily as the paper began to warp and give way to the moisture. DA had said it would take until morning to work effectively, and it was already one in the morning. Saying his thank you and goodbies, he logged offline and laid down in his bed, staring at the bowl on his bureau, the edges of his love's picture sticking above the rim. "I hope this works," he whispered as he drifted off to sleep.

The next morning, Tori rushed to get dressed and skipped breakfast on his way to school. He slid open the door even before the bell had rung and found he wasn't the first one in the room. Hima Tsuki sat in his normal seat in the front of the room, papers spread across his desk. He looked up at the commotion and his eyes widened just a bit. Tori's heart was pounding as the world silenced around them. They were alone, in his classroom, after he'd made a love spell"¦ had it worked? Tori closed the door behind him and began to make his way towards his own desk. As he walked past Tsuki's asile, the blonde haired boy reached out to take his wrist. Tori's world exploded around him.

"You're Tori, right?" The green-eyed teen swallowed audibly and nodded. "Tanaka-sensei says you need tutoring in Math and asked me to help." Frowning lightly, Tori snorted and murmured, "Only so he doesn't have to waste his time when he's busy with that catboy of his." Letting go of his wrist, Tsuki folded his hands lightly on his desk. "Since Kenichi-chan's graduation was last year, he's legally allowed to be seeing Tanaka-sensei now. There's nothing wrong with it. Are you busy tonight?" Tori was blinking, both surprised at how much Tsuki was talking to him, but that he was promoting a homosexual relationship. It was frighteningly exciting. "B-Busy?" Tsuki nodded, "I'll be coming to see you tonight, we'll work on chapter nine, as that seems to be your weak spot. And you've been excused from gym so that we may get to know one another before starting our tutoring lessons."

Thousands of voices in his head were screaming with joy but still, he argued. "Who says I want to miss gym?" After all, it was one of the few times he got to see glimpses of Tsuki naked"¦ "Please, Tori?" The auburn haired teen shook his head slightly as he snapped out of his daydream. Somehow he had missed Tsuki standing up and placing himself directly in front of him. His breath caught in his chest. "I don't like gym class, and this is one of the few chances I get to escape from it. I'm a nerd, I don't like to run." Tori's mouth was dry, his heart was beating so fast he was sure it would burst within his chest. Without even realizing what he was doing, his hand rose to touch Tsuki's cheek lightly, thumb rubbing back and forth across it. "You aren't a nerd, Tsuki"¦" The blonde gasped lightly, his glasses falling just a fraction of an inch down his nose as felt the touch to his skin. All at once, Tori realized he was touching him in a way he shouldn't and pulled away. His body ached as he stepped back, but he was sure he'd already offended the blonde with such forwardness.
But within seconds the blonde had closed the distance between them again. He had a desperate look in his eyes as he pushed his body flat against Tori's. "Please, Tori, I have to kiss you!" Soft, pink lips closed over his, and Tori groaned so loudly he was sure anyone in the hall would have heard. The redhead spun and pressed the blonde prodigy against the blackboard, his hands finding their way to slender hips and holding them tightly in place as he gave his first kiss to his love. Their tongues dueled for several hot, long minutes before the door slid open and interrupted them. A clearing of the throat caught their attention.
Tanaka Omen smirked and stepped into the room, shutting the door quickly behind him. He set his briefcase on his desk in front of the panic-stricken boys. "If you don't mind, will the two of you please detach yourselves from one another and sit down? I've got a class to teach, your classmates will be in soon and catch you and the rumors will spread like wildfire, and I'd really rather not anyone christen this desk other than myself." Both boys went pale and rushed to their seats while the dark haired teacher chuckled at them. Tsuki managed to stutter, "Sir, you ..you and Kenichi-chan didn't!" Coughing, Omen looked up at him and smirked, "Do you truly want the answer to that question, Tsuki-kun? You know Ken-chan. You tell me." The way the blonde's head fell onto the desk told Tori that they had, in fact, broken that desk in. He blushed furiously.