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“We’ve been over this before, and we’ve made it clear that speaking to students the way you do…” The principal’s voice trailed off. Mori was sitting directly in front of his superiors desk while being scolded for the third time that month—this whole charade had become routine for the teacher. He knew his behavior and language was inappropriate, he knew he shouldn’t make the comments he did, but why would he give up on the fun when he had only ever been verbally reprimanded? “We’ve decided to put you on temporary unpaid leave.” The superior mentioned (which had been the only thing Mori actually comprehended).
“You know this is my only job, right? How is this fair for me? I’ve never touched a student before.” Mori hastily ranted as he stood from his seat and firmly pressed his hands in the desk. His eyes snapped onto the principal who was now visibly uncomfortable, with his eyebrows creased and stiff body language. “I think you’re a fine teacher, but this is the best course of action. It’s only for two weeks.” He rambled as he averted his eyes from Mori. The teacher sighed and dropped his head; he accepted his fate shamefully and didn’t mutter another word.
Mori left the room with his eyebrows furrowed and his eyes glued to the ground as his shoes glossed over the floor.
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“I didn’t do anything wrong.” Mori mumbled to himself as his feet trailed along a footpath on the side of the road. Usually, he’d stop a cab and get a ride home, but he was too absorbed with his thoughts to think that bit through.
He’d never done anything with or to a student in the past—maybe he was a bit too flirty, but it had never gone any further.
Mori ended up wandering to a nearby convenience store before heading back to his crummy apartment, which was only a few blocks away. It smelled of plastic packaging and some kind of floral aerosol spray when he stepped through the automated doors. Bright fluorescent paneled lights shined down onto Mori’s eyes and caused him to squint from just being in a dimly lit area. He heard muffled words around him as he lingered around the aisles.
He wasn’t sure what he was doing there, he could only imagine it was his intuition telling him to be there for whatever reason. His eyes sluggishly moved from one prepackaged item to the next. Nothing stuck out to him, but he couldn’t remember the last time he actually bought food from this place. He almost always came here for over-the-counter medication whenever he ran out.
When he decided to take his leave (with nothing in hand) he traced his steps back towards the front of the store. But as he was turning the corner of an aisle his eyes landed on a so-familiar face.
“Excuse me.” A younger male muttered as he began to shift to the open side of Mori. It was one of his students—but not just any student—it was the one he had been scolded for flirting with earlier. Dazai, the student, was timid so he found it hard to believe that he would have tattled on him. But he found it harder to believe that anyone else had seen them together before, so Dazai snitching wasn’t completely off the table.
Out of instinct, Mori reached and hooked his hand around Dazai’s shoulder and fished him backwards. “Oh, don’t be coy.” Mori sneered with peering eyes. His hold tightened on Dazai while he looked around slightly paranoid. “Did I do something?” Dazai inquired as he continued to avoid any form of eye contact with Mori.
Mori paused for a moment before he remembered where he was, and more importantly, who was around. As little dignity Mori had left—he still clung to it. If he was seen roughhousing with a student, well, he could kiss goodbye to any legitimate future he could’ve had. His hand loosened itself before falling back to his side. “Can we go outside to talk?” He suggested with a subtle smile on his lips as his index finger pointed to the exit of the store.
Dazai gave a frowzy nod and loosely followed behind Mori. The awkward silence between the two didn’t bother Dazai, in fact, he’d prefer it over being scrutinized. He never really did mind how others spoke to him—or, well, he just couldn’t be bothered to care. But Mori made him feel uneasy whenever he raised his tone or made a comment that was telling of Dazai’s character.
“I was fired.” Was the first words Mori uttered when they walked outside. His voice was blunt and he was turned away from Dazai—unable to see his reaction. “Not really, but I won’t be at school nor be paid for a while.” He continued as he swayed around to look Dazai in the eye, and this time, Dazai met his gaze. Dazai’s eyebrows raised in surprise, but quickly contorted into confusion. “What for?” He questioned; trying to go through all of the possibilities. But, as usual, he was completely oblivious to the obvious answer. It was almost cute to Mori, and solidified that Dazai didn’t rat him out, but his confusion was slightly infuriating.
“For how I talk to you.” Mori answered. His head tilted back and to the right a little, with his hands slipping into his pockets. Mori was intentionally putting on an act of ‘it is what it is’; hoping Dazai would wander into the trap. Behind his little facade—he was seething still. He was a broke teacher who could hardly keep the lights on half of the time, he had every right to be pissed with Dazai. At least in Mori’s head he had that right.
“What’s wrong with how you talk to me?” Dazai pushed further as he crept closer to Mori. He liked how Mori spoke to him, he liked how he treated him differently from other students. His eyebrows twisted into a puppy-like expression, which only seemed to entice Mori. “Its inappropriate.” Mori replied, continuing his act; trying to push Dazai further.
“Well, is there anything I could do for you then? Since this is my fault.” Dazai offered as he rubbed his bony wrist against his palm. His eyes were now focused on a pair of rocks next to his feet—he felt too embarrassed to look Mori in the eye, especially with how he could feel his face warming up in the cold weather. Without Dazai being able to see, Mori grinned—baring his teeth. “Since I’ll be at home for a while, would you like to help me with organizing my papers?” Mori glavered while narrowing his eyes down at Dazai.
Without hesitation, Dazai agreed. It was almost pitiful how easily he fell for blatant bait, but it just made Mori’s life easier. If there was no struggle, there would be no attention, and no further punishment for Mori. Everything was in his favor; he shouldn’t complain. “I only live a few blocks away.”
Mori could hear Dazai’s steps trickling behind him as he sauntered down a pathway that led to his apartment. Neither of them spoke, or really made any noise outside of their footsteps muffling around. The yellow-tinted streetlights loomed over the pair, occasionally slipping into darkness due to some lights being burned out. Though Mori couldn’t see him, he could feel Dazai’s eyes piercing his back—he was always good at being able to tell if someone was looking at him. He knew he was somewhat of an outcast, and that’s what more than likely attracted him to Dazai. People like Mori didn’t find solace in recovery and accountability: they found it in the innocence of those around them.
The walk felt like it dragged on for an eternity, and it was slowly eating away at Mori. With the silence and lack of spectators, he was left with nothing but his perverse thoughts. He was more than aware that he had fantasies that were slightly unconventional, but with a participant like Dazai, he managed to convince himself that it was consensual. Obviously, he had to ignore all moral and legal considerations to make any sense of his reasoning.
Mori’s head perked up when he caught a glimpse of his apartment complex, and without realizing, his feet picked up the pace. He only noticed when he heard Dazai pacing and panting behind him—was he seriously exhausted from a poor excuse of a jog?
The complex was solely composed of the rooms and a parking lot, so it was fairly easy to get to the apartment. Mori began to step up the flight of stairs with metal clacking below his feet, which was quickly echoed by Dazai. “Do your parents care about you being out so late?” Mori asked as he dug in his pocket for his key—he was attempting to ask an innocent question to gauge how screwed he was.
“I see them once or twice a week, so I don’t think they’d notice I’m gone.” Dazai replied as he finished the last stair and hung a little too close to Mori.
Mori had to refrain from letting out a sigh of relief. He couldn’t imagine a better possibility than what was handed to him—it all felt more like a daydream (besides being borderline laid off from his job). He managed to hook his key around his finger and tugged it out; he glanced over at Dazai as he slipped the key into the lock. “Excuse any mess that I might have.” He huffed while swinging the door open.
Dazai walked in first and looked around in awe—he’d never been invited to someone’s house before, so it felt almost like an honor. Mori hasted in behind his student and closed the door with a muted clicking noise. He locked the door while Dazai’s back faced him.
Dazai wandered around the cramped apartment; it was a one bedroom, and one bathroom situation. There was hardly any decoration, and only essential or useful furniture. It wasn’t dirty, but it definitely wasn’t clean either—it was in desperate need of dusting and vacuuming, but it didn’t have an unpleasant smell. “You live alone?” Dazai abruptly asked as he peeked around the hallway and into the bedroom.
“You got it.” Mori responded. He slid his shoes off by the entrance and snaked around to find Dazai. His lips curled into a fescennine grin once he noticed Dazai lingering around his bedroom. This only furthered his justification of his actions—he couldn’t imagine any other explanation for Dazai’s behavior other than purposely toying with Mori. Though, it was clear Mori’s sanity was ever so quickly ebbing away from him.
As Mori stood a few feet away from Dazai, he caught that Dazai was still wearing his shoes. Had he seriously never been in someone else’s house before? Mori was taken aback by how few manners the boy had, and it almost threw him off of his sickened mindset.
“Where are y—“ Dazai attempted, but was swiftly cut off by Mori knocking him into the bedroom. He was more concerned, than confused; he was under the assumption that it was a mistake—which he’d soon realize was incorrect. “You truly do have no manners.” Mori scoffed in an almost disgusted tone. By the time Dazai had come to the conclusion that Mori was no longer his sickly-sweet self, the door was closed and guarded off.
“Students like you deserve to be taught a lesson, don’t you think?” Mori snickered, no longer hiding his intentions. He crept closer and closer to Dazai, with each inch he gained, he could better see the confused and desperate expression on Dazai’s face. Mori couldn’t help his previously neutral face from crumbling and revealing his depravity. His hand slithered onto Dazai’s body and pushed him onto the bed—and to his surprise, there was minimal resistance. Mori pressed his legs against the edge of the bed as his other hand crawled down to Dazai’s torso as well.
Without warning Mori started to unbutton the students shirt and revealed a friable body. Dazai’s skin was porcelain in appearance, and tugged at ribs. He was clearly malnourished—which explained why he was panting from hardly any cardio. Dazai winced when Mori’s hands slid across his supple skin, and it only made Mori grow even more excited. “Your hands are cold…” Dazai whimpered with his hands clenched as Mori continued to tease the boys skin with his icy fingertips.
Mori’s thumbs grazed against Dazai’s nipples, which hardened almost instantly and was met with a whine of pain. He continued to massage Dazai’s nipples as they turned a bright red and quickly became sore from the frigid touch, “S—Stop it..!” Dazai twitched underneath Mori, but his request was denied and instead received a harsher sensation. Mori squeezed Dazai’s nipples between his thumbs and index fingers, causing the boy to mewl painfully and tense his muscles. He continued to pinch around the sensitive and reddened skin until Dazai started weeping and dampening the blanket.
As much as Mori wanted to frame this as some kind of ‘lesson’—he almost immediately forgot about it when he was sucked back into his warped fantasy of Dazai being a sobbing and whining mass beneath him.
“You have to be enjoying this at least a little.” Mori commented as he rubbed his knee against Dazai’s crotch. He wasn’t stupid, he knew it was a reaction Dazai couldn’t help or prevent, but he used it to excuse his behavior. His hands slicked down Dazai’s waist and to his hips; he unfastened the boys pants and rolled them down to his ankles. What was left was only Dazai’s underwear—which were clearly outgrown (that Mori found adorable). Mori thumbed his fingers around the print in the underwear; Dazai responded with a pathetic moan. “If you want me to continue ask politely.”
Dazai’s cheeks turned a similar color to his nipples and tossed his head to the side out of embarrassment. “Pl—Please continue.” Dazai muttered while pressing his palms against his eyes.
Mori sneered as he rucked Dazai’s underwear down to his ankles as well. Dazai’s expressions were intoxicating to Mori—this being Dazai’s first time as well made it that much more enthralling for him. For most people, acting out their fantasies is as easy as breathing; but for Mori it was closer to finding a needle in a haystack. Mori’s fingers gently wrapped around the base of Dazai’s cock and ran his palm up and down repeatedly. Dazai panted and drops of saliva seeped out of the corner of his mouth. He blindly reached one of his hands out and grabbed at air until he finally found Mori’s wrist and dug his nails into his skin. As much as Mori detested pain—he couldn’t help but feel his chest get hotter from Dazai’s helplessness. Dazai’s effort to get Mori to stop only seemed to amuse the teacher more than before, causing his hand to jerk quicker.
Just as quickly as Mori started, Dazai came just as quick. The white translucent semen spurted onto Dazai’s stomach with his lungs burned and his head feeling lighter. “Have you never touched yourself before?” Mori laughed as he wiped his hand on Dazai’s unbuttoned shirt.
“I have…” Dazai trailed off in breathy gasps. His eyes lazily blinked every other moment—refusing to look in Mori’s direction. Based on Dazai’s response, Mori assumed that he didn’t do it on a regular basis—which was shocking since Mori remembered doing it every day when he was Dazai’s age.
Mori enjoyed the experience, but he still hadn’t gotten off yet. It was only fair—Dazai had his fun (in Mori’s corrupt eyes) but Mori still had his pants on. Before getting his thoughts in order: his hands were already hooked on his pants and pulling them down. Mori rustled with his pants and boxers hurriedly until they eventually fell to his feet. “Can you spread your legs a little?” Mori asked as he repositioned himself between Dazai’s thighs.
Dazai still hadn’t looked at Mori and reluctantly parted his legs. He knew there wasn’t much of a choice—either he did it with no pain, or he’d be bruised in the process of being forced to do the same thing. The tears in his eyes had now dried and his cheeks felt sticky and tasted salty. As Dazai was in the middle of nodding off, there was a sudden thrust into his lower half that made him cough up saliva. Dazai gasped and gagged on air while grasping for the bedsheets as he felt like his lower half was being split in half.
Mori was in a rushed state, and didn’t think for a second to use any kind of lubricant on Dazai (who he had assumed was a complete virgin). Tears swelled once again in Dazai’s eyes as pained groans and whines escaped his lips as Mori rocked his hips back and forth. Mori had a tightened grip on Dazai’s hips, which he used to arch Dazai’s back for a more pleasurable angle. He disregarded Dazai’s pleas almost entirely and continued at a steady and sharp pace. He had become completely consumed by his fantasy he had lost any normalcy that remained inside him.
His hips bucked against Dazai’s softened skin continuously with heavy breathing and sweat trickling down and mixing with the semen on Dazai’s stomach. The boy continued to whimper and sob against the blanket under him, but he slowly got used to the gauche motion.
Mori slapped his hips against Dazai once again, and this time stayed in place as reached his climax. His muscles twitched and he tossed his head to the side while he moaned against his shoulder. His hold on Dazai steadily loosened and he pulled his hips back while taking a lengthy pause to peer down at Dazai. He was now reduced to nothing but a slobbering heap on Mori’s bed—which was humiliating for Dazai, but rather mesmerizing for Mori.
“T—his was supposed to teach me a lesson…?” Dazai fumbled over his words. His chest was still erratically shaking, and he was nearly choking on his own spit while speaking.
Mori froze for a second and looked at Dazai—completely lost as to what he was talking about: “What lesson?” Mori replied almost as if it was a sick joke on Dazai.