After Lesson (Oneshot)
Title: After Lesson
Genre: Smut! (Yaoi! )
Rating: M
Pairing: TakaChii, hint! AriYama
Summary: Sequel to After Class Lesson (I suggest you read it first)
Warning: Yeah… You know, smut warning… lemon scene, language, etc. (If you don’t like, don’t read)
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“What the hell is going here?!” Daiki screamed in pure shock and horror. The look he was giving was as though he had witnessed someone been bloody murdered in the room.
Still standing in the doorway, the history teacher was looking pretty red… and pissed. Being an adult who has known Daiki for a while, Yuya knew there was no way to fool his colleague or to explain himself properly. As if that was going to happen! Everything was crystal clear here, it didn't need a genius to fully figure out what had happened here.
Instead of lurching forward and strangling the match teacher like what Yuya had expected, Daiki pinched the bridge of his nose and put his palm on the doorframe to brace himself, letting out a deep sigh. Three of them stayed silent, only Daiki’s heavy breathing could be heard.
Then he looked up again, now running his fingers through his thick hair. “What-” He paused momentarily and continued. “What exactly are you thinking, Yuya? Relationship with student is one damn thing,”
“But for fuck sakes, do it in classroom?” Alright so it wasn’t the fact that Yuri is his student that pissed him, but it was the venue which was still bad as it supposed to be. “If higher ups know about this, especially that Vice Principal, they’ll be chewing on your guts!” Daiki said in venomous voice, his eyes twitching.
For Yuya, he couldn’t answer any of his colleague’s question as he was loss for words. All he could do was to lean his back against the blackboard and face palmed himself.
Seriously, what could he say? Fucking session definitely had occurred in that room and he couldn’t say that Yuri seduced him and he got horny, could he?
But honesty is always the best policy right?
So Yuya thought it was better to come clean with it. “Alright I know that it’s-’ His confession got cut off when he saw another head suddenly poked through the doorway, his eyes scanned around. What made Yuya cursed his luck more was when the fourth person is another trouble person.
He is none other than Yuri’s best friend, Yamada Ryosuke which is a third year student and living in same house.
Someone up there was indeed messing with him, Yuya cursed inside his mind.
“Hey Daiki-sensei, what are doing standing there? And what’s up with that look? Have you seen Yuu-chan?” Since Daiki’s body was blocking his fully view of the classroom, Ryosuke kept on rambling and tiptoed to peer over the older man’s shoulder.
There, in front of the class was his best friend and another man which Ryosuke immediately recognized as Yuya-sensei, the substitute teacher for second year student who looked surprised with his presence. “There you are, Yuu-chan! I was searching all over for you and I thought you’ve gone home-” Ryosuke went mute as he slowly and forcefully shoved Daiki aside, wiggling himself through the gap of the door to have a better view.
And here what he saw.
1. Yuri was buttoning up his shirt.
2. Yuri and Yuya’s face somewhat red and looked glowing.
3. Yuya’s pants were undone.
4. Daiki looked mortified beyond anything.
It’s just like Yuya had mentioned earlier. It doesn’t need genius to figure out what exactly happened here.
“Shit.” Now Yuya wanted nothing more than to jump out through the window.
“No, not shit. It looks more like a fuck to me.” Ryosuke commented, his expression unreadable.
Unlike Yuri, Ryosuke is well known among the students and teachers as he is like a polar opposite to his best friend, calmer, polite and student idol. But he is also known for having the tendency to get violent when someone has the balls to bodily and mentally harm his friend. Last time it was attempted, six students were sent to the hospital with broken bones, fractured skull and brush all over their body. When asked, they only babbled ‘he’s a demon!’ but never did mention any name or what he looked like and although the school knew who the culprit was but due to the lack of evidence, they could not perform any punishment. It wasn’t hard to guess when those students would run like a professional athlete every time they saw Ryosuke.
And Yuya heard the reason they were almost killed was because they whistled playfully at Yuri, calling him cute and unfortunately, one of them grab his ass. The last part must have been the main trigger.
So if the story was indeed true, then Yuya knew his own safety was on risk. He started to doubt that Vice Principle Kei would be able to tear his limbs since most likely he would be killed by Ryosuke before hand and God knows what’s going happen to his dead body after that.
Maybe he would be chopped to bits and pieces and fed to some wild animal. That mentality made the match teacher shivered violently.
But the said teen hasn’t done anything yet; he didn’t even move a muscle. His eyes darted from his best friend to Yuya, then to the desk and lastly to Daiki as if he was calculating something, deep in his own thought. The tension was unbearable, making Yuya almost wanted to scream and kneel down for Ryosuke’s forgiveness before committing Seppuku. Finally it was Ryosuke who decided to break the silence as he did something that startles the other three males.
Yamada Ryosuke gave a lecherous smirk and said “Hoo… So that’s why you always stay after school huh, Yuu-chan. Soo… since you guys are busy…” Then the smirk turned into a leering grin before the older student spun around and grabbed the confused Daiki by his wrist, dragging him forcefully again out of the room.
“Ryosuke, where the hell are you taking me?!” Daiki hissed, his free hand gripped the doorframe as he wasn’t ready to leave the serious matter alone yet and the act of pulling and bickering went on for about a minute. Yuri stared at the ridiculous scenes between his best friend and the history teacher alongside with his match teacher, wondering what was the actual issue.
Smirking, Ryosuke’s used his other hand to pry off Daiki’s iron grip and leaned closer to whisper something to the male but loud enough for Yuya and Yuri to hear. “Come on Dai-sensei… These two lover bird gave me an idea and I certainly don’t wanna miss the opportunity trying it out.” He was all but purred, nipping slightly at Daiki’s sensitive ear.
The nip took Daiki by surprise as the male made a spluttering sound instead of a hiss or snarl, but quickly regained his usual scowling expression back though his cheeks were tinted red. “Wha-What are you saying Ryosuke?!”
Yuya’s instinct alerted. Wait, could it be that these two…?
Shaking his read head from left to right as if to get rid the illusion that his mind was playing, Yuya opened his eyes again and saw Ryosuke already succeeded in removing Daiki from the door who frantically trying to free himself from his abductor. Before fully exited the room, Ryosuke gave a thumb up towards the two male and muttered silently ‘Good job, Yuu-chan! I’d never thought you would be this kinky. That’s my best friend!’
Then he left, dragging Daiki with him to heaven knows where. Daiki’s loud curses were still echoing through the hallway before the sound of door being closed replaced it, followed by a faint click.
And Yuya was still staring at the door, his mouth gapping.
“So Yuya-sensei…” A voice behind him drawled, causing the older male to stiffen his body. Too absorbed with those two, he had forgotten about the teen that has been turning his world upside down like ice blended coffee.
“Would you like to give me another lesson again?” He continued, waiting for his favorite teacher respond.
No answer was given as Yuya sprinted out of the room, not caring if he leaves his belongings and his shoes behind… or if his pants were still undone.
-END-
or not...
maybe I'll write another sequel?
who knows...
Genre: Smut! (Yaoi! )
Rating: M
Pairing: TakaChii, hint! AriYama
Summary: Sequel to After Class Lesson (I suggest you read it first)
Warning: Yeah… You know, smut warning… lemon scene, language, etc. (If you don’t like, don’t read)
--
“What the hell is going here?!” Daiki screamed in pure shock and horror. The look he was giving was as though he had witnessed someone been bloody murdered in the room.
Still standing in the doorway, the history teacher was looking pretty red… and pissed. Being an adult who has known Daiki for a while, Yuya knew there was no way to fool his colleague or to explain himself properly. As if that was going to happen! Everything was crystal clear here, it didn't need a genius to fully figure out what had happened here.
Instead of lurching forward and strangling the match teacher like what Yuya had expected, Daiki pinched the bridge of his nose and put his palm on the doorframe to brace himself, letting out a deep sigh. Three of them stayed silent, only Daiki’s heavy breathing could be heard.
Then he looked up again, now running his fingers through his thick hair. “What-” He paused momentarily and continued. “What exactly are you thinking, Yuya? Relationship with student is one damn thing,”
“But for fuck sakes, do it in classroom?” Alright so it wasn’t the fact that Yuri is his student that pissed him, but it was the venue which was still bad as it supposed to be. “If higher ups know about this, especially that Vice Principal, they’ll be chewing on your guts!” Daiki said in venomous voice, his eyes twitching.
For Yuya, he couldn’t answer any of his colleague’s question as he was loss for words. All he could do was to lean his back against the blackboard and face palmed himself.
Seriously, what could he say? Fucking session definitely had occurred in that room and he couldn’t say that Yuri seduced him and he got horny, could he?
But honesty is always the best policy right?
So Yuya thought it was better to come clean with it. “Alright I know that it’s-’ His confession got cut off when he saw another head suddenly poked through the doorway, his eyes scanned around. What made Yuya cursed his luck more was when the fourth person is another trouble person.
He is none other than Yuri’s best friend, Yamada Ryosuke which is a third year student and living in same house.
Someone up there was indeed messing with him, Yuya cursed inside his mind.
“Hey Daiki-sensei, what are doing standing there? And what’s up with that look? Have you seen Yuu-chan?” Since Daiki’s body was blocking his fully view of the classroom, Ryosuke kept on rambling and tiptoed to peer over the older man’s shoulder.
There, in front of the class was his best friend and another man which Ryosuke immediately recognized as Yuya-sensei, the substitute teacher for second year student who looked surprised with his presence. “There you are, Yuu-chan! I was searching all over for you and I thought you’ve gone home-” Ryosuke went mute as he slowly and forcefully shoved Daiki aside, wiggling himself through the gap of the door to have a better view.
And here what he saw.
1. Yuri was buttoning up his shirt.
2. Yuri and Yuya’s face somewhat red and looked glowing.
3. Yuya’s pants were undone.
4. Daiki looked mortified beyond anything.
It’s just like Yuya had mentioned earlier. It doesn’t need genius to figure out what exactly happened here.
“Shit.” Now Yuya wanted nothing more than to jump out through the window.
“No, not shit. It looks more like a fuck to me.” Ryosuke commented, his expression unreadable.
Unlike Yuri, Ryosuke is well known among the students and teachers as he is like a polar opposite to his best friend, calmer, polite and student idol. But he is also known for having the tendency to get violent when someone has the balls to bodily and mentally harm his friend. Last time it was attempted, six students were sent to the hospital with broken bones, fractured skull and brush all over their body. When asked, they only babbled ‘he’s a demon!’ but never did mention any name or what he looked like and although the school knew who the culprit was but due to the lack of evidence, they could not perform any punishment. It wasn’t hard to guess when those students would run like a professional athlete every time they saw Ryosuke.
And Yuya heard the reason they were almost killed was because they whistled playfully at Yuri, calling him cute and unfortunately, one of them grab his ass. The last part must have been the main trigger.
So if the story was indeed true, then Yuya knew his own safety was on risk. He started to doubt that Vice Principle Kei would be able to tear his limbs since most likely he would be killed by Ryosuke before hand and God knows what’s going happen to his dead body after that.
Maybe he would be chopped to bits and pieces and fed to some wild animal. That mentality made the match teacher shivered violently.
But the said teen hasn’t done anything yet; he didn’t even move a muscle. His eyes darted from his best friend to Yuya, then to the desk and lastly to Daiki as if he was calculating something, deep in his own thought. The tension was unbearable, making Yuya almost wanted to scream and kneel down for Ryosuke’s forgiveness before committing Seppuku. Finally it was Ryosuke who decided to break the silence as he did something that startles the other three males.
Yamada Ryosuke gave a lecherous smirk and said “Hoo… So that’s why you always stay after school huh, Yuu-chan. Soo… since you guys are busy…” Then the smirk turned into a leering grin before the older student spun around and grabbed the confused Daiki by his wrist, dragging him forcefully again out of the room.
“Ryosuke, where the hell are you taking me?!” Daiki hissed, his free hand gripped the doorframe as he wasn’t ready to leave the serious matter alone yet and the act of pulling and bickering went on for about a minute. Yuri stared at the ridiculous scenes between his best friend and the history teacher alongside with his match teacher, wondering what was the actual issue.
Smirking, Ryosuke’s used his other hand to pry off Daiki’s iron grip and leaned closer to whisper something to the male but loud enough for Yuya and Yuri to hear. “Come on Dai-sensei… These two lover bird gave me an idea and I certainly don’t wanna miss the opportunity trying it out.” He was all but purred, nipping slightly at Daiki’s sensitive ear.
The nip took Daiki by surprise as the male made a spluttering sound instead of a hiss or snarl, but quickly regained his usual scowling expression back though his cheeks were tinted red. “Wha-What are you saying Ryosuke?!”
Yuya’s instinct alerted. Wait, could it be that these two…?
Shaking his read head from left to right as if to get rid the illusion that his mind was playing, Yuya opened his eyes again and saw Ryosuke already succeeded in removing Daiki from the door who frantically trying to free himself from his abductor. Before fully exited the room, Ryosuke gave a thumb up towards the two male and muttered silently ‘Good job, Yuu-chan! I’d never thought you would be this kinky. That’s my best friend!’
Then he left, dragging Daiki with him to heaven knows where. Daiki’s loud curses were still echoing through the hallway before the sound of door being closed replaced it, followed by a faint click.
And Yuya was still staring at the door, his mouth gapping.
“So Yuya-sensei…” A voice behind him drawled, causing the older male to stiffen his body. Too absorbed with those two, he had forgotten about the teen that has been turning his world upside down like ice blended coffee.
“Would you like to give me another lesson again?” He continued, waiting for his favorite teacher respond.
No answer was given as Yuya sprinted out of the room, not caring if he leaves his belongings and his shoes behind… or if his pants were still undone.
-END-
or not...
maybe I'll write another sequel?
who knows...