In My Eyes

Author's note: Hi y'all, it's Alex here again. We've worked really hard on this story, so pleeeease enjoy it! Ren and I have both really appreciated the kind reviews so far, so thank you for those! :D

Chapter 2.

   Zexion was already doing badly in English, grade-wise. His marks were borderline failing, and Luxord couldn’t help but notice. Zexion was probably the smartest kid in the class, but all of his class work was just…Luxord couldn’t understand how such a smart kid could do so badly on simple worksheets.
    “Zexion, please come see me,” Luxord called softly as the class filed out the door to get to their next class.
   Zexion closed his eyes and his book with a sigh. Here it comes, he thought. He maneuvered around the desks and slowly made his way to Luxord's desk. His heart beat against his ribcage: this encounter had come far too quickly. He's going to pester me about my grades--it's not my fault! He adjusted the shoulder strap on his bag and looked up into the British man's face.
   "You wanted to see me...Lu---sir?" Zexion reached up to move his hair out of his face--GOD was it hot in here, or what?--and gave an aggravated nose-twitch as it fell right back into place.
   Luxord shifted in his chair, leaning back, getting comfortable. Ok, be cool. You're a cool teacher. Don't scare him. He already looks really jumpy, Luxord told himself, keeping these notes in mind before he spoke.
   "Pull up a desk, kid, and it's Luxord for future reference," he said, correcting the young man gently, rather than chastising him. "I couldn't help but notice...You seem rather stressed out. Is there anything wrong?" he asked, slowly, thinking as he spoke. Yeah, that's good. Keep cool.
   Zexion held a steady gaze with Luxord for a good thirty seconds before making a move to pull up one of the front desks. He cautiously took a seat and set his bag on the flat surface of the desk before folding his hands in his lap nervously.
   "I've just...when school starts, I always have a lot on my plate. It's not a big deal..." Zexion tilted his head to the side a bit and stared down at Luxord's desk. "This isn't about my grades?"
   Luxord waved his hand gently, dismissing the matter of grades. He was quite proud of himself so far. Zexion actually sat down. This is a good sign, he thought, praising himself.
   "Grades come second, health should always be the main priority," he informed Zexion with a slight smile. "Granted....You're grades are less than what I think you can achieve but that's not the point right now," he said. Don't ask what the point is. Don't ask what the point is, Luxord mentally begged Zexion.
   Catching an odd look in the English teacher's eyes, Zexion shifted in his seat. It was as though he was trying to gain Zexion's friendship or something. Friendship between a school faculty member and a student?
   Clearing his throat, Zexion lowered his voice and said, "Then may I ask...what the point is?"
   Luxord visibly winced and let out a weak chuckle. Damn it. What's with kids these days? So suspicious.
   "See...? You're a smart kid, Zexion. Straight to the point. Hey, speaking of points. I got none," he laughed at his own joke. "Alright, I'll be straight with you. I'm worried about you, kid,” he said, firmly, catching Zexion's eyes...Eye.
   Zexion felt a shiver run down his spine as he locked gazes with Luxord. His crystal clear blue eyes and sunny yellow hair and pale complexion--he was like some kind of odd British angel. He gulped and broke the gaze with the object of his interests and reason for his failing grades.
   "There isn't anything you need to be worried about, sir, I'm no different from anybody else here," Zexion stood and pushed the desk back to where it was originated. "I'll see you in class tomorrow," he slung the strap to his bag over his shoulder and he looked back at Luxord. Zexion didn't miss the lightning-quick flash of hurt that went through those bright blue eyes.
   Luxord almost got up but stopped himself. He almost reached out for the boy but stopped himself. He almost called out to him to come back but stopped himself. He sighed and forced himself to stay at his desk.
   "Yeah...See you tomorrow, Zexion," he muttered. He’d been able to stop himself for all those other things but he couldn't hide the disappointment in his voice. All he wanted to do was help. Did the kid not like him? He felt a pang in his heart as that thought ran through his mind. Whoa...That was weird.
   As he was opening the door to Luxord's classroom, Xigbar almost ran right into Zexion. He stepped back to let the obviously agitated boy through and walked into the classroom, shutting the door behind him.
   Xigbar sat on the edge of the blonde man's desk and looked at him with his good eye. "So, you're a pedophile now, Luxord?" He said, amusement underlying his tone.
   Pang was gone now. Disappointment was gone now. Luxord could only feel his blood running cold as he glared up at the idiot surfer wanna-be that was his co-worker.
   "Get the hell of my desk before I lose my job ‘cause I stabbed your good eye out and killed you," he hissed darkly, reaching for his favorite silver plated pen that had his name engraved on it.
   Xigbar grinned and hopped off of the desk, casually strolling to the dry-erase board and writing ‘LUXORD IS A FAT POOPIE-HEAD’ in big red letters.
   "You need to chilly down, dude, you'll give yourself an ulcer," he said. "But what was that kid in here so late for? Class starts in like, twenty seconds." Xigbar looked over at Luxord. "Are his grades already bad? It's not very far into the year..."
   Had he enough hair to run his fingers through, Luxord would, but instead it was more like attempting to slick his hair back. He spun around in his chair, about to reply when he saw the writing. His eye twitched in annoyance. He sighed and shook his head before kicking Xigbar in the back of the knee.
   "Moron..." he muttered before continuing. “Yeah, he's borderline failing, actually..."
   His knees buckled for a moment but Xigbar straightened up and erased what he'd written. He grinned at Luxord.
   "So you're concerned for the widdle kid? Is Wuxord gonna tutor him?"
   Luxord twitched again and grabbed his pen, jumping up and lunging at Xigbar, who crossed his arms defensively in front of his face.
   "Wuxord is gonna kill you, that's what he'll do!" he shouted, losing it for a moment before pausing in mid-lunge. "Wait....That's not a bad idea..." he mused, regaining his composure.
   Xigbar peeked through his arms with his good eye and smiled.
   "And he's cute too, so you can go be a pedophile all you want. Well, not all you want. Do you have a light, man? I'm tense," Xigbar eased up and dropped his arms, leaning on the windowsill close to Luxord's desk and staring out. "I hate teaching."
   Luxord almost made another attempt at Xigbar's life but couldn't help but take the idea into consideration. Zexion was really cute...He chuckled to himself. He was hanging around this moron too much.
   "Yeah, here man," he said, pulling his lighter from his pocket and casually tossing to his co-worker. "I know what you mean…" he replied, setting his pen down and reaching into his desk for his gold-plated cigarette case.
   Xigbar caught the lighter easily and gave an obnoxious grin to his friend.
   "And now can I bother you for a cig? Friggin' Xemnas took mine because he didn't want me stinking up the locker rooms or the kids would complain. Like hell they would!"
   He took one of Luxord's fancy expensive cigarettes and lit it, giving the lighter back to its owner and taking a long drag, feeling the smoke fill up his lungs oh-so-bitterly before finally exhaling. He closed his lips around it and opened the window so that the foul smell didn't fill the room.
   "But anyway, you're acting kinda weird, dude. Do you like that kid?"
   Luxord muttered under his breath and set a cigarette between his lips, taking his lighter back from Xigbar when he gave it to him and lighting up. He didn't inhale so deeply as Xigbar but took a place beside him leaning against the window. He seemed quite satisfied with his mumbling as an answer since he didn't say anything else in response to the question.
   Xigbar shifted his feet and looked out at the school grounds. Kids who were in the first lunch were scattered across the lawn, some eating, some playing soccer, some walking around the track. His eyes trailed across a group of mixed-age kids sitting in a small circle, probably smoking something much better than he had his hands on.
   He looked over at Luxord. "How've you been doing? How's your love life?"
   "I'm just peachy. How's your drug trade with the students?" Luxord retorted, quickly. Obviously, his love life was not what he wanted to talk about at this particular moment, especially with Xigbar of all people. He exhaled another puff of smoke as he continued to look at the students. He tensed when he spied a certain blue-nette, sitting under a tree reading. Three kids he recognized as Axel, Roxas and Demyx were sitting with him. A strange softness overcame his features without him really realizing it.
   "Well, if you really want to know...That kid right there, with the stupid hair-do? Demyx? He's got some of the best pot I've ever had," Xigbar nodded thoughtfully. "I ran into him in the hallway and he was so scared, poor little dude. He was like, 'am I in trouble?' and I was like, 'not if you give me some of what you're smokin'', so we hung out in a janitor's closet during the second lunch period. Kid can really hold his stuff," Xigbar grinned at Luxord. "Unlike some people."
   Luxord snorted "I'm sure that's not all you did with the poor boy in the janitor's closet," he sneered, rolling his eyes and snuffing out his cig on the window sill. "Sorry, I'm not a total druggie. The liquid is more my thing," he nodded, slicking his hair back again and taking to watching Zexion again, a small smile on his lips.
   Xigbar scratched his head. "Truth be told, I can't remember what we did in the janitor's closet. Pot'll do that to a guy, y'know?"
   He dropped his cigarette down into the grass and stretched. "I'd better get back to the gym. Next class is coming up soon. Make a move on the kid if you're gonna be all sex-repressed about it."
   Dodging a fist, Xigbar ducked out of the classroom.

[~~~~~]

   Stretching his arms over his head, Axel gave a loud sigh of relief.
   "Man! I made it through another day!" he grinned, throwing his arm around Roxas's shoulders. "Thanks to a little help from my gym-hating Roxy," he teased, making reference to the little 'break' they had taken during gym.
    It was just him and Roxas. Demyx had run off before the bell rung to 'swim practice with Xigbar' and he hadn't seen Zexion since after lunch. Riku and Sora he could only assume were going home in Riku's epic car. Fucking spoiled bitch that he was.
   Roxas leaned into Axel's half-embrace and smiled a little.
   "I'm glad you're actually attempting school this year, Ax. It means a lot to me, you know," he said, offering a smile up at the taller teen. He snaked his arm around Axel's thin waist. "Are you coming to my house today?"
   "I do it for you babe," he smiled, pressing a kiss to the blonde's temple. Then an impish grin spread across his lips. "And-...If you're inviting me over..." he said, pulling Roxas closer. “Come, we shall ride my valiant steed!" he said, leading Roxas to his loser moped.
   Roxas shook his head and laughed. "Why don't you trash that thing and get a crappy cheap car instead?" He took a helmet anyway and fastened it around his chin for safety. He mounted the bike and tapped the back of Axel's helmet with his knuckles.
   "I love my crappy moped..." Axel pouted as he started it up. Roxas wrapped his arms around Axel's waist and held in a laugh as the moped sputtered into life and they drove off.
   Once they reached Roxas’s house, they discovered Riku’s car parked by the curb. Axel glared at the car with a mixture of envy and the anguish of being outdone. Sometimes he really hated that Riku kid.
   Roxas led Axel to the kitchen. “Hungry?” he asked as he pulled open the cupboards in search of snacks.
   "Hell yes, aren’t I always?" Axel grinned, pulling himself up on the counter next to where Roxas was searching. Roxas made a face at Axel as he contaminated the counter with his ass germs.
   "I'd appreciate it if you didn't infect the counters. I'm the one that cleans in here."
   He pulled out a box of Cheese-Its and gave them to Axel.
   "Want a sandwich or something? Oh---that reminds me. Did you see Zexion at lunch? The look he had on his face?"
   Axel made it a point to wiggle his butt on the counter as he munched on the Cheese-Its.
   "Hmm...? Oh yesh! Now that you mention it!" he said, speaking through a mouthful of Cheese-Its. He paused to swallow. "What do you think was up with him? I didn't see him after school."
   Roxas ignored Axel's blatant disrespect for his spotless kitchen.
   "Last time I ever saw him like that was when he had a crush on---" A gleam sparkled in his blue eyes. "Hey, I think Zexion's in love." He smiled at Axel, who looked stunned, with speckles of orange littering his mouth and chin.
   Axel almost choked when he heard this news. He took a moment to clear his throat and gasp for breath.
   "OMFG!" he said, actually spelling out the letters. "Who!? Who, dude!? Wait....Who did he have a crush on before...?" he asked before shaking his head. "That's not the point! Who does he dig?!"
   Roxas gave him a look and took the Cheese-Its. He shook his head and laughed.
   "How should I know? I didn't ask him--here, his number is in my phone, if you wanna call him--" Roxas dug his cell phone out of his pocket and handed it to Axel. "I dare you to."
   And as he grinned, he grabbed a handful of Cheese-Its and stuffed them into his mouth. Axel looked positively devious.
   Axel grinned evilly and flipped open the phone. He found Zexion's number and pushed send, turning on the speaker phone.
   "I wonder if he's still at school..." he said aloud, listening to the phone ring.

[~~~~~]

   Zexion jumped when he felt his bag start to vibrate through the desk. He gave Luxord an apologetic look and grabbed it out of his bag. Luxord smiled and nodded gently, showing he understood.
   "Why would Roxas be calling me...?" He asked himself quietly and flipped the phone open, putting it to his ear. "Roxas? What's up?"
   "HEY BABY! WHO'S TAPPIN` YER ASS?!" Axel practically screamed into the phone.
   Luxord looked up at Zexion and raised a brow at the phone. Zexion couldn't help the blush that came across his face.
   "Axel--I'm going to kill you," he hissed into the phone before flipping it shut. He promptly turned it off and looked up at Luxord. "I'm sorry. My friends are stupid."
   Luxord chuckled and shook his head, slicking his hair back.
   "It's fine, I'm sure my friend's are worse," he smiled gently.

[~~~~~]

   Axel nearly fell of the counter he was laughing so hard.
   "Oh! Dude. I forgot to ask," he realized.

[~~~~~]
   Zexion smiled a little and sighed, looking down at the textbook that he knew too well.
   "Listen, Luxord...I know all this stuff. I shouldn't be here for tutoring; I shouldn't be failing your class. I just..." That blush found its way across Zexion's nose again and he found he couldn't look up at Luxord. He kept his eyes trained on a sentence in the textbook: Symbolism is the practice of representing things by symbols, or of investing things with a symbolic meaning or character.
   Luxord blinked and stared at the young boy. "Oh...." he said, letting out a slight exhale, Xigbar's words ringing in his ears.
   "Well...Is it me...? Do you not like having me as a teacher?" he asked, slowly, leaning toward Zexion and setting his elbows on his desk.
   Zexion jumped a bit and his eyes snapped back up to look into Luxord's. He's concerned...
   "Th-that's not it!" He felt his face heat up at the unflinching gaze of the English teacher's. "I just...I'm just having a little problem right now..."
   Luxord blinked and stood up, leaning over the desk and pressing the back of his hand against Zexion's forehead, pushing his hair aside.
   "Are you sick?" he asked, looking worried. "You're face is red...And you're burning up!" he said, looking stunned. He stared at Zexion's face, taking in the sheer beauty. He'd only ever seen Zexion without his hair in his face once, when Axel was tormenting him. He felt his lower stomach churn and he swallowed hard. Aw bloody hell...
   "N-no, I'm not sick...well I---I kind of have...a...well, I kind of have a crush on somebody..." he said and averted his gaze. He twisted his hands in his lap: a nervous habit that he wasn't proud of. If he could have, he would've avoided this altogether, but it seemed as though fate was having a hell of a time laughing at his expense. He looked up at Luxord. The poor man, worrying for nothing...
   A pause. A switch of a light. A ding. And Luxord got it.
   "Ah...Ah! Oh! I get it! You have a crush on someone in the class! That's why you can't concentrate!" he said, a grin splitting across his lips.
   Well...Maybe he got it.
   "Is it that Axel boy? You sure turned red when he called," he mused, sitting back down in his chair.
   Anger flashed in Zexion's eyes. "Did you hear what he said? Anyway--no, not Axel. He's kind of...stupid. And he's in a relationship already, off-limits," he shook his head as he said this. "Is it um...is it bad if I have a crush on somebody older than me?"
   Luxord couldn't help but laugh. "No...No I guess it's not Axel then," he grinned, running his forefinger and thumb over his neatly trimmed facial hair before shaking his head.
   "No, it's not bad at all. It's very normal for a teen to have a crush on an elder. Most teens do and it's usually a teach-..." he paused, his voice dying in his throat.
   Zexion shook his head and stood up.
   "I have to go--thanks for your time," he said quickly as he gathered his bag, face red as a tomato, and made a move toward the door.
   The voice of his father echoed in his mind. You always run away from everything, Zexion! Like some sort of stupid little girl!
   He stopped dead in his tracks. Slowly he let his bag drop to the floor next to his feet.
   "Actually...Yeah, Luxord, I like you," Zexion said, as boldly as he could muster, and he turned again to face the teacher.
   Luxord paused for a while, staring at Zexion, brow furrowed. He seemed to be thinking something over. Then he decided. He gave a soft breath of a chuckle and stood. A small smile appeared on his lips as he approached the boy, setting his hands on his thin shoulders
   "Kid...You're going to get me fired..." he said, joking gently before he leant down ever so slightly, stopping just short of Zexion's lips.
   "Are you sure...?" he smiled, taking one hand from the boy's shoulders and using it to push the hair from the blue-nette's eyes.
   Zexion looked at Luxord with both eyes and nodded. The blush hadn't left his face and he could feel the blonde's hot breath on his lips. He shivered--from the nonexistent cold, or anticipation?--and pushed up onto his tippy-toes and pressed his lips to Luxord's, arms snaking up to hold lightly onto the older man's wrists.
   A warmth ran from Luxord's lips all the way down his body, filling him completely. He was soon swept up in the moment, pulling Zexion closer and moving his arm down to hold the boy around the waist, still holding his hair back with the other hand, caressing his cheek gently with his thumb. He kissed him hard, all of the pent up desire he didn't know he had flowing out at once.
   Zexion's arms snaked up so that he was tenderly massaging the back of Luxord's neck and he had a better hold so that he wouldn't stumble and fall over embarrassingly. He broke the kiss moments later to breathe, and he looked up at Luxord, looking between both of his crystal-clear blue eyes, for any sign of...well, anything.
   "We're going to get in trouble if we're caught..." he said quietly, bringing himself flat on his feet again, arches aching from standing on his tippy-toes. He bit his lip. "Do you um...have a wife or...something like that?"
   He licked his lips and smiled, clearing his throat slightly. His expression was soft, almost dreamy.
   "Yeah...Don't wanna get caught..." he said, softly, but he couldn't bring himself to let go. He loved holding the boy. He chuckled just as softly as he spoke. "No…No wife," he said, brushing Zexion's hair behind his ear. "You...Have a beautiful face...I wish you would show it..." he said, pressing a kiss to his forehead.
   Zexion laid his forehead on Luxord's chest.
   "Thank you," he muttered. "This kind of thing is illegal, right...? So we could go somewhere more...personal," he said and looked up at Luxord, hair falling back into his face. He reached up and tucked it more securely behind his ear.
   The Brit continued to hold his little blue-nette close, chuckling again.
   "Well, considering you're like, fourteen...Yeah...Pretty much..." he smiled slightly before pausing. "And…you know what might happen if we do go somewhere more private, right...? Are you...Ok with that...?" he asked, carefully, obvious concern in his eyes as he stared at the boy's beautiful face.
   Zexion bit his lip and he nodded, shaking slightly.
   "I know what could happen...but I don't mind," he said in a small voice, and he mentally kicked himself for not being more put together in this kind of situation. He pressed his forehead into Luxord's warm chest and reveled in the fact that they seemed to fit so nicely together.
   "And Luxord...? I'm fifteen."
   Luxord paused and chuckled again, squeezing Zexion, gently, feeling really overjoyed right about now.
   "Sorry...My mistake," he smiled, pressing a kiss to the top of Zexion's head. "We'll go to my place then," he said "You should probably call your parents or something. Tell them you're staying at Axel’s,” he nodded to himself.
   Zexion nodded and pulled his cell phone out of his bag. He separated himself from Luxord, dialed his parents' number, and moved to the windowsill, looking out as he pressed the phone to his ear and listened to it ring several times before somebody picked up.
   "Zexion, where are you?" his mother said through the line.
   Zexion leaned on the sill and sighed quietly before responding, "I'm staying after school to get tutored in one of my classes. I might be a little while, is that alright?"
   "It's not very far into the year, Zexion! How could you be doing badly already?" Zexion heard his mother snort, obviously irritated. "Just be home by six, you know how your father gets," and without a farewell, Zexion could hear the click of his mother abruptly closing the conversation.
   "Bye to you too, mom," Zexion muttered under his breath and flipped the phone shut. He turned and smiled at Luxord. "It's all well. Shall we go?"
   Luxord smiled back, slicking back his blonde hair again; a new habit he was picking up, it seemed. He walked over to his desk and gathered his things.
   "Your mom was okay with it?" he asked as he packed his cigarette case and lighter into his bag with some papers that needed grading. "What time does she want you home?"
   "She's got issues, but yeah, she was okay with it. She wants me home by six, and it's only 2:45, so...we've got some time," Zexion said with a smile and waited patiently before walking with Luxord out of the classroom and away from the academic environment. He got into the passenger side of the man's car and set his bag on the floor by his feet. "I'm really happy that you're okay with all of this...I mean, I was expecting you to be completely weirded out..."
   Luxord chucked his jacket and bag into the back seat before settling into the driver's side, not bothering with a seatbelt.
   "I'm a pretty laid back guy. Takes a lot to weird me out. Plus..." he tossed a sunny grin to Zexion. "You're really cute!" He started up the engine and began to back out.
   "Seatbelt, love,” he reminded the student, gently, still smiling.
   Raising an eyebrow at the British man, Zexion fastened the seatbelt around himself.
   "And what about your seatbelt, Mr. Law Enforcement?" Zexion said lightly, ignoring the 'cute' comment altogether. "You smile a lot."
   "What can I say? I'm a happy guy," Luxord said, pulling out of the parking lot and ignoring the use of his turn signals; Zexion noticed.
   "You should be using your signals. You're going to get in an accident,” he said in a warning tone.
   "Hey, come on, come on, who's the adult here?" he grinned, chuckling to himself. "I think I'll stick with being the rebel so you can be the good boy. Opposites attract, you know."
   "I think I'm rightly just as much of a rebel as you, you know. We shouldn't be doing this at all," Zexion said and took to staring out the window on the way to Luxord's house.
   Maybe this will be good for me, he thought. But what if dad finds out...?
   "True...Which is why I'll mention this now. Any time you wanna stop or go home or forget this ever happened, I won't be insulted or try to stop you. Ok...?" he said, looking over at Zexion as they pulled into his driveway.
   Zexion unbuckled his seatbelt but stayed in his seat. He looked at Luxord.
   Taking a deep breath, he said, "You mean that? Like...really? If I say I want to stop, you're not going to try to rape me or use me or blackmail me?"
   Zexion twisted his hands in his lap. He looked down at them and frowned, then used his left to push his hair out of his face again.
   Luxord nodded and shifted in his seat so he was facing Zexion.
   "I mean it, kid. I'm doing this because I like you and so, by default, I'll stop ‘cause I like you," he said, reaching over to set his hand on Zexion's shoulder, his eyes holding none of their normal sparkle. He was being completely serious.
   Zexion slowly reached up and put his hands on either side of Luxord's face.
   "Thank you," he said.
   He pushed his hands up into the man's short, soft hair and kissed him on the lips, at first lightly, then intensifying it as he felt Luxord responding to the kiss. He trailed his hands down, over Luxord's shoulders, over his toned but not overly muscular arms, over his cloth-covered chest, and around his ribcage to his strong, hard back.
   Luxord bit at Zexion's lip, playfully, trying to coax the boy into parting his lips so he could make a deeper and more passionate connection. A shiver ran down his spine as he felt slender hands mapping out his upper body.
   He reached out and took a firm hold on Zexion's hips, pulling him over the arm rest to his own seat, onto his lap. His strong hands massaged the boy's hip bones before slipping down to his thighs. And yet, as much as he would enjoy doing it in his car, he knew they'd have to move into the house. He wanted his first time with Zexion to be...special.
   Anything else would just seem wrong.
   "Let's move inside," Zexion breathed, feeling the steering wheel against his back. He didn't wait for Luxord's approval before grabbing his bag from the floor of the passenger seat, pushing the car door open and letting himself out, holding it open for his teacher. Luxord cleared his throat and nodded, grabbing his bag and coat as well, leading Zexion into his home.
   Luxord’s was a nice house but obviously too large for him. It was a two story with a balcony on the upper floor, which gave it a look like those old plantation homes.
   Once inside the house, Zexion made a point to get a good look around. It was scarcely decorated and quite plain, as was expected of a single man. He looked at Luxord coyly.
   "I'll get a tour from you later, if that's alright. But right now..." Zexion grabbed Luxord's tie and pulled himself up for a quick kiss. "You lead the way."
   A slight blush sneaked around Luxord's nose at this sudden forcefulness from his young student. Good God, children grew up so fast nowadays, didn't they? But he smirked and dropped his things without a second thought and instead picked Zexion up and carried him, bridal style, up the stairs and to the master bedroom.
   He closed the door behind him with his foot and carried the boy to his rather large bed. He lay him down gently and sat back to loosen his tie, smiling down at the boy lying on his bed.
   Zexion took the initiative and sat up, unbuttoning the first few buttons on his shirt, all the while blushing profusely. His fingers began slipping and he swore under his breath, signaling his defeat. He instead leaned forward to kiss his teacher once more, putting his hands over Luxord's and helping him to remove his tie. He took the silky ribbon of plain black fabric into his hands tightly and held it taut, looking up at Luxord.
   "What do you think?" he said quietly, blue eyes dark.
   Luxord smirked and raised a brow, curiously. He decided he would tease Zexion a bit, considering how much he loved the color red on him.
   "I think....You're asking me to tie you up," he purred sensually into the boy's ear, leaning down and kissing Zexion's neck, unbuttoning his uniform as he moved down to the collarbone, nipping and sucking lightly as he went.
   A grin spread across Zexion's face and his fingers played through Luxord's hair gently. He tilted his head back to grant better access of his flesh to his teacher.
   "You think I'm asking you? You said it yourself...I'm the good boy, right? Well then, Teacher...teach me to be bad," he said, his voice low and husky. He pulled his shirt off and tossed it to the floor beside the bed.
   Luxord paused and cleared his throat again, almost feeling embarrassed. Wow, it really was always the quiet ones that were the dirtiest in bed. He chuckled and shook it off though, sitting up and finishing up with his own shirt before pushing Zexion onto the bed roughly, a smirk on his lips.
   "Alright...Let us test my teaching skills then..." he said, taking the necktie from Zexion's hands and beginning the process of tying the student's wrists together to the headboard.
   Zexion wiggled seductively and tugged experimentally on his binds. It wasn't tied terribly tight, so that if he really wanted to, he'd be able to pull his hands free. He mustered his best 'innocent' look and gazed up at the blonde man.
   "Are you going to punish me, teacher?" he said lightly, putting his acting skills to use. Not to say he actually had any acting skills. Fortunately, though, he could see something click in Luxord's eyes; it was turning him on, either way.
   Luxord turned pink again and muttered something along the lines of 'not only fired but put in jail' before leaning down and kissing the boy. Hard. He smirked when he pulled back, leaving the boy gasping for breath.
   "Yes...I may have to. This is a bad thing you're doing. A very bad thing. Punishment may be in order," he nodded running his hands down Zexion's bare chest and stopping at his hips, pressing his thumbs down on the flesh of his lower stomach between the jutting hip bones, massaging him gently. God, the boy was skinny.
   His pants were beginning to feel agonizingly tight. Zexion whimpered quietly as he felt blood pooling in his loins, causing his cock to harden. Luxord's hands were so close, but not close enough, and there was nothing he could do with his hands bound like this...
   He bucked his lips, a slight, jerking motion, He grit his teeth and threw his head back. The tingling pressure that Luxord was creating was agonizing.
   "I said punish me, damn you, not torture me!" He said through his teeth.
   The elder male couldn't help but laugh, leaning down to press a kiss to Zexion's jugular vein before whispering in his ear, "Isn't it the same thing...? One might consider torture a punishment, you know," he teased, slipping his thumbs underneath the waistline of his student's pants. "Or...Would you rather me be a nice guy and give you what you want..? Otherwise I might be even meaner and have you beg for it. That might be hot," he grinned.
   He chuckled and bit down on a sensitive part of Zexion's neck. Of course, Luxord was gentle, always taking into consideration the boy's well-being.
   "See...? I said you were a smart kid..." he said, running his tongue over the tiny bite mark. So he granted the boy's wish. Taking a moment to unfasten the button and pull down the zipper, Luxord plunged his hand into the sheer heat of the boy's erection, gripping it through the cloth of his underwear.
   "So...Boxers or briefs, Zexy-kun...?"
   Zexion gasped out of sheer want when he felt the hand at his groin. He smiled shakily and looked up at Luxord.
   "Why d-don't you find out for yourself?" he said, lifting his hips suggestively to get more of the delicious friction from that hand. Wait...did he just call me 'Zexy-kun'?
   Luxord chuckled again and grinned, pressing his hand against the teen's hard-on before removing it completely, laughing again at his dissatisfied moan. He shook his head and slowly slipped off the tight school uniform pants.
   He let out a low wolf whistle.
   "My, oh my...Sexy little Zexy and his silky black boxers. Really now. Were you planning on getting laid tonight?" he grinned, leaning down and kissing the student.
   Zexion broke the kiss and panted heavily.
   "I always wear this kind..." he said, laughing a little at how ridiculous their conversation was. “You like them?"
   He craned his neck for another kiss.
   "Mmm...I do..." he purred, granting Zexion's silent request for another kiss as well as slipping his hand into the boy's soft boxers and gripping his cock. His heart skipped a beat when he heard that ever so delicious reaction.
   With Zexion's wonderful moans and agonizingly enticing pants, it wasn't too long before these things, along with those sultry eyes, got his own pants a bit too tight for his liking.
   "I'm surprised--" Zexion's breath hitched when he felt a soft, warm thumb graze over the head of his erection, "--that you lasted this long."
   He flexed the muscles in his abdomen to help himself control his hips, not wanting to buck up into that hand, for that would show his all-too-obvious submissiveness. He wanted to maintain some of his male dignity.
   "I've uh...Lived a life that's required a sense of sexual control..." he chuckled, his free hand moving to remove Zexion's boxers entirely. He set one of the boy's slender legs over his hip and scooted closer so his clothed erection pressed against the boy's entrance.
   "You...want this...?" he asked with a wicked grin, grinding against him at the same time as his hand pumped the teenaged hard-on.
   Zexion couldn't help but cry out throatily at the sensual contact. He ground himself as best he could against Luxord's rough clothed hips, trying to increase the friction as much as possible.
   God, I'm such a virgin.
   He looked up at Luxord, eyes dark and cheeks flushed, lips parting slightly with his heavy breathing. "What do...” he panted, “…you think?"
   Another skipped heartbeat. Luxord cleared his throat again and kept up his feral grin.
   "I'm thinking about a lot of things at this point...Assist me, Zexion..." he teased, thrusting against him again, a bit harder this time, as he continued to pump the blue-nette's cock in time to his thrusts.
   Zexion turned his head and bit into the flesh of his bicep, moaning desperately. He could feel the heat in his loins tightening.
   "You should--ah!--stop teasing," he said amid cries, tightening his legs around Luxord's hips. "Dear God, fuck me now!"
   A strangled moan escaped Luxord's lips, much to his embarrassment before he moved his free hand up to Zexion's lips and pressed three fingers against them.
   "Suck," was his simple command. He had temporarily lost his ability to form taunting sentences due to Zexion's sheer sex appeal.
   Zexion took the fingers into his mouth and swirled his tongue around Luxord’s fingertips, which tasted of himself, and closed his lips around them. He sucked on those fingers with teasing licks from his tongue and tantalizing scrapes with his teeth, an example he hoped to give to Luxord on what he could do with his mouth. While he suckled on those fingers, he stared up at Luxord with his eyes half-lidded, talking to the man with his lust-filled eyes.
   Luxord shivered and shut his eyes, relishing the feel, his imagination going wild thinking about other things that that skilled mouth could do. But it was their first time and Luxord believed he had lube hidden in his bed-side desk, so he didn't really want to ask Zexion to blow him.
   Save that for later.
   Zexion bit playfully on one of Luxord's fingers and the man removed them. He breathed heavily and looked up at Luxord, lips swollen and cheeks flushed.
   "Luxord, please..." he whined, licking his lips in anticipation.
   "Okay, love, okay..." he smiled, leaning down and kissing Zexion, gently spreading the boy's legs a bit more and pressing two fingers into him. Going slow, trying to be as gentle as possible.
   It was this moment in time that required him to be a nice guy. He wouldn't want Zexion hating him for something like being too rough or hurting him. He wanted Zexion to enjoy it and beg for more.
   Clenching his eyes shut with a few stray tears slowly crawling down his cheeks, Zexion took a deep breath and held it. It hurt; he wasn't going to deny it. It didn't help that he couldn't relax because he realized that once Luxord was fully inside him, it was going to hurt a thousand times worse than just a few fingers.
   To accommodate the odd, painful feeling, Zexion tightened his jaw and tested relaxing his muscles. He let out his breath and he felt his knees shaking when he felt those fingers moving within him, scissoring and stretching so that the real thing wouldn't be so bad.
   He opened his eyes and looked up at Luxord. "Will you--ugh--untie me?"
   "Shh...It's alright...Relax, love, relax..." Luxord whispered lovingly, attempting to soothe the boy. With his free hand he stroked Zexion's face and chest and stomach, kissing his tears away and trying to make it more bearable for his student.
   When Zexion made his request he nodded and untied him. It was difficult with one hand, but he managed.
   "Zexion...Do you wanna stop...?" he asked, carefully, kissing the boy's forehead affectionately. "I'm not going to lie, it will hurt, but I can help to prepare you for it, if you'll let me..."
   Zexion's shaking hands found their way to Luxord's shoulders and he squeezed them. He shook his head and pressed his forehead to Luxord's shoulder, eyes closing once again, concentrating on the pain that was quickly dissipating.
   "No, don't stop...I'll be okay," he muttered, breath hitching when those fingers hit something inside of him that made stars dance before his eyes. "Oh...do that again..."
   Another one of those impish grins found its way onto Luxord's lips.
   "Do what...? Like this...?" he purred, thrusting his fingers into that same spot again, to the wonderful bundle of nerves known as the prostate. Ah, the male anatomy: one of Luxord’s favorite subjects.
   He slipped in a third finger, pushing them in again to press them against the prostate, making sure to watch Zexion's face for any signal that the blue-nette wanted Luxord to stop.
   Zexion bit his lip and bucked his hips against those magical fingers, the feeling filling his veins with a tickly, beautiful sensation. All he knew was that he wanted more, and soon.
   He whimpered wantonly up at Luxord. "I--I think I'm ready, Luxord, just...please, be gentle..."
   Zexion pushed his hair out of his face and reached up to caress the older man's face again, rubbing his thumb lightly over the man's neatly trimmed facial hair.
   "Are you sure...?" Luxord asked, obvious concern in his eyes as he pulled out his fingers, as gently as possible. He nodded and took hold of Zexion's hand, kissing the tip of each finger before sitting up and leaning over to his bed-side night stand, shuffling around in the drawer until he found a small bottle of some off-brand lubrication jelly.
   "Okay...This'll be a tight fit...But bear with me...And remember, we can stop anytime…" he reminded him, pressing another kiss to his forehead before flicking open the top of the bottle and carefully coating himself.
   Zexion took a deep breath and nodded, leaning up to kiss Luxord as the man leant over him. He gripped Luxord's shoulders and grit his teeth as he felt the man against his entrance. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
   As he was being filled, Zexion gripped his teacher's shoulders tightly, nails digging into his flesh, leaving red scrapes to show his discomfort. For a few moments it felt as though he was going to be torn in two, and then suddenly, a white-hot flash of pain as he was in up to the hilt, in which Zexion bit into Luxord's shoulder, then...nothing.
   He felt whole. He felt amazing.
   Zexion tested bucking his hips, which were deliciously warm due to the proximity of the other man, and was greeted with a delightful tingle of pleasure up his spine.
   "Oh my god, Luxord..." he breathed, cheeks a pretty pink, and the teacher couldn’t stand it.
   "Oh...fuck..." Luxord moaned; the sheer tightness and heat was almost overwhelming. It took absolute will power not to pin the boy down and fuck him violently. Willpower that Luxord, thankfully, had. Although the combination of the pleasure of Zexion and the pleasure of pain Zexion was inflicting was enough to make him want to speed things up a bit.
   "Are...you ok...?" he asked, slowly, looking down at the boy. He groaned again as Zexion bucked his hips and smirked "Shall I take that as a yes?" he teased, giving Zexion a tentative thrust.
   Zexion wrapped his legs around Luxord's hips and bucked against him, loving the friction. He gazed up at Luxord for a few moments, then leaned up to kiss the man that pushed so deliciously against him.
   Thrust, white-hot pleasure, thrust, white-hot pleasure, thrust--
   "Faster..." He moaned, and the blonde man happily complied.
   Zexion lay back against the bed and let himself be fucked out of his senses by his teacher. His back arched and he threw his head back, blue hair splayed haphazardly across Luxord's silken pillows.
   Hands set themselves on either side of Zexion's head, to support him as he fucked the boy. He pressed hard against him to get deeper to get a better angle. To make the boy as vocal as possible.
   Of course, fucking wouldn't be nearly as much fun with out a little bit of playful pain--biting and such. And so the blonde took care of that with much pride. Biting, sucking and licking at the boy's neck and collarbone, even going so far as to leave his trademark in the semi-shape of a spade. Granted, he couldn't get it pointed, but it still looked enough like a spade that he would be proud of it.
   "Try not to--oh dear god--leave anything--oh...visible..." Zexion said between moans as he felt lips caressing his skin. He brought his hands to Luxord's short, silky hair and slid them down to his neck.
   He met the older man's every thrust, despite lack of real sexual experience, and felt he was doing a good job, indeed.
   That familiar tightening sensation in his abdomen made itself present. Zexion shivered and closed his eyes, clenching handfuls of the sheets in his sweaty hands.
   "I'm getting...aah!...close," he breathed quietly into Luxord's ear.
   "Ngh..." was all Luxord was able to say at this particular moment till he shifted his weight onto one hand, the other trailing down to grasp hold of Zexion's cock, which was leaking with pre-cum. It was a personal rule of Luxord's to make his partner cum before him. It was almost like a manner of pride.
   He began to pump Zexion's slicked cock in time with his hard thrusts, starting off slow then speeding up, kissing the boy as he changed speeds. He kissed him fiercely, a hard, passionate kiss, one that left them both gasping for breath almost more than they were previously.
   That white heat was filling him up faster by the second, and the hand on his cock wasn't helping slow it down. Zexion shakily drew in a breath and bit his lip painfully, but it was drowned out almost instantly by the wonderfully sweet kisses from his teacher.
   The world seemed to be filled with a white, sparkling light as Zexion felt himself cum. He could honestly admit that this was probably the single most amazing moment of his life. He let out a breath he didn't know he was holding and succumbed to the ever-faster rocking of Luxord's cock in him, finishing at his own pace, which Zexion didn't mind at all.
   He gazed up at Luxord in his lust-filled haze, lips parted and swollen and pink, face tinted with a blush, skin shimmering with sweat and his own ejaculation. He soon felt the hot stream of his teacher’s cum filling him up, which had him smiling in ecstasy.
   After finishing up, Luxord brushed a few locks of hair from his student's eyes and kissed him gently. He smiled down at him.
   "This might not be the time...but you're really beautiful..." he said softly, kissing him again and pulling out so that he could shift and lay next to the boy, pulling him into his arms.
   Zexion smiled and curled himself into Luxord, loving the warmth that emanated from the man.
   "Thank you," he said quietly, eyes closing, thoughts racing through his head.
   A sudden icy cold thought had him shivering and his eyes snapped back open.
   "Luxord? What time is it?" he asked, his voice filled with evident worry.
   "Ah..." Luxord propped himself up on one elbow and looked over his shoulder to his clock. "...4:15..." he said, flopping back down and hugging Zexion to him again, wanting to cuddle. He kissed at the markings he made on the boy's neck and collarbone, stroking his student's dark blue hair affectionately.
   "Thank God..." Zexion mumbled, closing his eyes with a small smile, loving the tender ministrations from his teacher-made-lover.
   He put his hand over Luxord's idle one and rubbed the man's knuckles.
   "I'm glad we did this...ever since school started, Luxord...I think I fell for your voice," he said, noticing the halt in the kisses that were being spread across his clavicle.
   "My...voice...?" he asked slowly, with a soft chuckle tacked on to the end. He paused and chuckled again, relaxing back into the bed, pulling Zexion closer. Luxord wasn't sure what to say. Should he return a compliment? Should he say what about Zexion made him want to commit this illegal act?
   This was really awkward.
   "...Your eyes," he said after a long awkward silence. "One time, I saw Axel messing with you and he pinned your hair back with Mickey Mouse hair clips and I saw both of your eyes for the first time...I...really liked that," he decided.
   Zexion looked up at Luxord. He just made this more awkward than it had to be. Thanks, teach. You're a big help.
   With a soft smile, he said, "Luxord, I want to do this again. I want to be able to be with you more, and not as student and teacher. But if anyone finds out..."
   The blonde sighed and shifted so he lay on his back, staring at the ceiling.
   "Yeah...I understand..." he sighed again, closing his eyes and brought his free hand up to his face, forefinger and thumb pinching the bridge of his nose, his arm still wrapped around Zexion's shoulders.
   "How...do you want to go about this...? Tell me what to do Zexion.”
   Zexion turned his head and pressed a kiss to Luxord's shoulder.
   "I want to see you on more than just school days," he said. "I want to be able to go out in public with you and have nobody complain."
   Zexion pushed his hair behind his ear so that both of his eyes stayed visible. He turned and buried his face in Luxord's warm chest, though, because a dreadful thought rooted itself in his mind.
   "My parents wouldn't like this, Luxord. They wouldn't like that you're older, they wouldn't like that I'm gay..."
   "Tell me what to do Zexion..." Luxord repeated, wrapping both arms around the skinny boy, hugging him tight.
   "’Cause, I want to do those things too...I want to take you on a date and cook for you and joke with our friends, yours and mine. But I don't want to hurt you or have you hurt because people are close-minded."
   He paused and sighed.
   "I...I don't want to happen to you what happened to me and my father..."
   Zexion sighed softly and shook his head.
   "I don't know what to do. We'll just have to...do this together. We'll find something, I know we will," he said, calmly tracing his fingers along Luxord's finely muscled chest. After a few silent minutes, he sat up and crawled to the end of the bed and grabbed his phone out of his bag on the floor. When it booted up, he winced: seven missed alerts, all of them from his parents.
   "Luxord...I think I have to go," he said quietly, shutting his phone and looking back at the man.
   Luxord nodded and got up with a groan.
   "Shit...I'm old..." he muttered as he gathered up his clothes and put them on haphazardly. He didn’t tuck his shirt in, only half buttoned it, and didn’t even bother with his tie.
   "Shall I give you a ride? Or do you want me to drop you off somewhere and have a friend pick you up? Do you think your parents would find it strange if I dropped you off?" he asked, not wanting to stir up any trouble if he could avoid it.
   Zexion pulled on his uniform, making sure it looked like it hadn't been removed. Yeah, I'll need a shower.
   "Well--could you drop me off maybe a block or so from my house? That way my parents won't see you, so they'll just think I walked home."
   He fixed his hair as best he could, combing through it with his fingers. He made his way out with Luxord, climbing into his passenger seat and kissing the man lightly before buckling his seatbelt.
   "So...where to?" he said as he backed out of his driveway, still not minding his own seat belt. "Considering your dad practically owns part of the town, must be in Oblivion, eh?" he chuckled, shaking his head slightly.
   Twilight Town was divided into four sections. Destiny Islands was the beach area as well as the islands themselves that most people used for vacationing. Of course, there was Twilight Town itself, the ho-hum nothing-special part where the school was. Hallow Bastion, the downtown area where all the casinos were; Twilight Town was very well known for its casinos and gambling rings. Then finally there was Oblivion, the richest part of Twilight Town, where Luxord had lived out most of his life until he ran away to Hallow Bastion.
   Zexion nodded and looked at Luxord.
   "Yeah, I live on the end of 13th street, so if you just drop me off by the gas station, I'll be okay walking from there," he said, taking to staring out the window at the passing scenery. "You know, it kind of sucks living in Oblivion. Everybody expects so much of you and nobody wants to be your friend because they think you're stuck up.”
   "Trust me...I understand more than you know..." Luxord sighed, shaking his head slightly. "It sucks, quite frankly. That's why I left," he said, turning onto Moogle Avenue and into Cid's Gas and Car Repair.
   "Will you be okay walking home...?" he asked, turning to look at his student.
   Zexion nodded and unbuckled his seatbelt, leaning across the armrest to kiss Luxord.
   "I'll um...well, depending on how my parents take it, I'm not sure if I'll be able to stay behind for...tutoring, tomorrow..." he blushed and tucked his hair behind his ear. “Either way, I'll see you tomorrow, Luxord."
   He exited his teacher's car and slung his bag over his shoulder, watching for cars before walking across the street and down the clean, paved path toward his house.
   A small smile once again made itself known as he watched Zexion walk away from him. Once the boy was out of sight he backed out of the station and made his way to Xigbar's house. He would certainly like a drinking buddy right about now.

[~~~~~]

   "Hey Roxas...I have a feeling...I just missed something very ground-breaking that could change our entire life," Axel mused as he hung upside down from the blonde's bed, playing Super Smash Brothers.

[end chapter 2.]

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