In My Eyes

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Alex says: Okay, this chapter took way longer than it should have. It was difficult to decide what we should put in it, so we just went with a little bit of everything. At least we've begun the real plot! *GASP* THERE'S A PLOT?! HELL YEAH! Anyway, sorry for how long it took us to update. @_@ There was the fact that I mentioned above, and also, an old friend of mine drove all the way from Massachusetts to visit us for a few days, so I had that tying us up as well. AND BABYSITTING! THERE WAS THE BABYSITTING! But I'd rather not talk about that. ^^;

Chapter 7.

   Luxord shut the door behind him as he made his way back into the nurse’s office, a plastic bowl of hot soup in his hands, which were rapidly growing warmer as he held it.
   He set the bowl down on the counter and gently shook Zexion awake; he’d fallen asleep in the few minutes it took Luxord to make the soup.
   “That smells amazing,” Zexion said, sitting upright and looking over at the bowl of soup. Luxord set up a small table by the cot and placed the bowl upon it, handing the boy a spoon and sat to watch him eat.
   “You look terrible,” Luxord said, grinning. Zexion scowled at him but continued eating his soup slowly, blowing on it occasionally to cool it down.
   Luxord sat down on the floor next to where Zexion was on the cot. He smiled slightly as he watched the boy eat before reaching into his coat pocket and pulling out his golden case. He flipped it open and looked to Zexion.
   "Do you mind if I smoke...? Or will it make you feel worse?" he asked, ever the concerned lover, putting Zexion's well-being before his selfish desires.
   Zexion frowned. “I’d really rather you didn’t…you shouldn’t smoke, Luxord. It’s terrible for your lungs, and I’ve kissed you after you’ve smoked, and it tastes horrible,” he said, sipping on his soup casually.
   Smoking wouldn’t have bothered Zexion so much except for the fact that yes, it did taste horrible to kiss a smoker, and his own mother smoked. He was the one that was forced to wash the walls once a month because of the black grime that coated them because of the nicotine that she breathed. So of course, Luxord smoking was one of the only things that turned him off to the teacher.
   Luxord smiled gently and put them away without a complaint. Zexion was so darn cute when he made faces like that, so how could he resist?
   "I'll get right on quitting then. I don't want my kiss to be unpleasant for you," he chuckled, leaning over to press his lips against Zexion's. "I want them to be as pleasant as the ones you've given me," he smiled.
   Zexion kissed him back but punched him playfully on the arm.
   “You’re such a cheesy old man, why do I even bother with you?” he said, a joking lilt in his voice. He leaned over again anyway and kissed Luxord, loving the feel of the man’s lips parting and allowing their tongues to battle oh-so-deliciously.
   Zexion felt dizzy again, but he doubted it was from his head injury this time.
   Luxord chuckled and almost argued that he wasn't that old but he found his mouth preoccupied with something much more fun than playfully arguing with his cute little blue-nette.
   He reached up stroke the beautiful blue hair affectionately as he kissed him.
   Zexion crawled over and straddled Luxord, pressing his groin against his teacher’s, all without breaking the kiss. He stroked the surprisingly smooth skin of the man’s face, running his fingers up into Luxord’s short hair.
   “We should…” Zexion whispered against the blonde man’s lips with a grin.
   Luxord groaned and trailed his hands down Zexion's chest to hold his hips. He chuckled and slipped his hands up underneath Zexion's uniform.
   "Being a teacher...I really shouldn't approve of such deviancy in school...But..." he grinned, letting his hands roam over the student's body. "I can't help but be a deviant around you, kid.”
   Zexion removed his all-too-frustrating uniform jacket and unbuttoned his shirt with ease, removing the maroon tie that completed the uniform’s professional look. He licked his lips and pinched one of his nipples between his forefinger and thumb and grinned lopsidedly up at Luxord.
   “This’ll probably just give me a bigger headache…but I need it bad…I don’t think the nurse is going to approve…”
   Luxord grinned and kissed at Zexion's throat before moving down to give attention to the nipple Zexion didn't touch. He ran the tip of his tongue around it before kissing it and biting playfully.
   He smirked up at Zexion. "Somehow...I don't think you really care what Marluxia approves or disapproves of," he chuckled, rubbing his thumb against the previously abused nipple.
   Zexion sighed and rolled his head back and wrapped his arms loosely over Luxord’s shoulders.
   “I really don’t…he’s kind of an ass…” he said throatily. “Maybe though…in case some other kid gets sick…we should do this kind of quick…”
   The blonde elder chuckled and suckled on Zexion's neck. He couldn't very well disagree. Marluxia was a bit of an ass. And, even though he hated to admit it, Zexion was right about making it quick.
   He reached down to massage the student's cock through his clothes, biting down on Zexion's pulse gently.
   Zexion whimpered in need and took a deep breath, reaching down to unzip his teacher’s pants. He scooted back a little and leaned down and, gripping the blonde man’s semi-hard cock in one hand, flicked his tongue out to lick at the head, loving the feel of his member pulsing under his fingers. Inexperienced in fellatio as he was, Zexion took the whole of Luxord’s cock into his mouth, almost choking as he felt it at the back of his throat. Nevertheless, he moved his tongue around in patterns that he hoped made up for his lack of skill.
   He heard a shuddering gasp above him; he was doing something right.
   Inexperienced or not, it was still a damn good feeling. Luxord's head tilted back to lean against the wall, his hands reaching out to tangle into that beautiful hair.
   It was all Luxord could do to prevent bucking into that wonderful warmth surrounding him but to do so meant maybe choking the poor boy so he held back.
   Zexion removed the organ from his mouth and sat back, wiping his mouth on the back of his hand.
   “R-ready, Luxord…?” he said, slightly breathless. He positively loved how flushed the man’s face was. Having such an effect on an older man who’s been through all of this probably tons of times…it was exhilarating.
   Pulling his uniform pants and his boxers off, Zexion crawled back into Luxord’s lap.
   Luxord swallowed hard and looked up, stroking Zexion's cheek and kissing him lovingly.
   "Are you...? Want me to prepare you first...?" he asked, still taking Zexion into consideration over his own selfish desires. "It'll probably hurt if I don't," he warned him, reaching down to stroke the boy's teenaged hard-on.
   Zexion leaned forward and buried his face into Luxord’s warm shoulder.
   “Mm…maybe, but I don’t really care either way…” Zexion closed his eyes and rocked his hips gently into the cadence created by his teacher’s talented hand.
   "Hmm...Well, I don't want to have you in anymore pain..." Luxord mused, his hand moving from Zexion's cock down to push two fingers into him.
   He glanced at the clock.
   Definitely would have to be a quickie.
   He kissed at Zexion's neck as he finger-fucked him, stretching and preparing him.
   Zexion pushed his hips against those fingers, breathing quicker and heavier as he anticipated his lover’s cock inside of him.
   “I’m---I’m ready, Luxord,” he panted, looking up at his teacher, who nodded and removed his fingers. Zexion lifted himself up and Luxord positioned his cock at the boy’s entrance.
   Leaning his forehead against his teacher’s, Zexion muttered, “God, I love you, Luxord…” and he impaled himself upon Luxord’s cock, inhaling sharply.
   Luxord grit his teeth and moaned. Still so fucking tight.
   "Ah...I love you too...Zexion..." he said, gripping his hips, ready to help the student move when he was ready too.
   He kissed him gently and smirked
   "My favorite little rebel..." he teased.
   Zexion kissed Luxord’s neck in response and used his knees as leverage to lift himself up with the help of the man’s strong hands at his hips, slamming himself back down and repeating the pattern.
   They rocked into a familiar cadence and Zexion ignored the pounding in the back of his skull.
   “Oh…oh Luxord…” Zexion breathed against Luxord’s neck.
    A creaking sound reached his ears suddenly, along with a surprised gasp. He jumped slightly and Luxord halted his movements in favor of looking over at the door. Standing in the doorway looking amused and surprised was the pink haired nurse Marluxia.
   “Fuck…” Zexion whispered.
   "Oh no, please don't stop on my account..." Marluxia said, giving a wave of his hand and grinning. He laughed and walked over to his desk.
   "I'm just here to get my book," he snorted.
   Luxord growled. "Get out already, Marluxia!"
   "Oh, addressing me by that name? No Marly~? How cold of you Luxord..." he pouted, grabbing his book and walking back to the door. "Oh well, you'll come back to me eventually..." he smirked.
   "In the meantime, have fun with your slut," he snapped as he left.
   "Mar-!" Luxord called after him but he was gone.
   Zexion took a deep breath and laid his head on Luxord’s chest, feeling the man’s heartbeat quicken against his skin.
   “I’m not a slut,” he mumbled, once again rolling his hips and causing Luxord to gasp and restart slamming his cock into his prize’s tight ass.
   Zexion put his hands against Luxord’s chest and rock-hard abdomen and massaged the man’s skin as he impaled himself repeatedly onto the man’s throbbing shaft.
   Luxord moaned and gripped Zexion's hips, but not hindering his movement, thrusting up to meet them every time the boy sank himself onto him.
   "No...No, you're not a slut..." he purred, kissing at his neck and massaging his hip bones with his thumbs.
   "Marluxia’s just jealous…”
   Zexion grinned and kissed his teacher with a fierce passion, winding his tongue in and out of the man’s mouth in the same cadence as their hips created. He felt his loins tightening and he sped himself up.
   He let out a strangled gasp as he came, spattering Luxord’s shirt with his cum. He lethargically rode out the last few minutes as he waited for his lover to finish, kissing the man’s neck and biting at his pulse point, whimpering quietly when he felt the man release his hot seed inside him, searing his backside, marking him as Luxord’s property, and Luxord’s only.
   Vaguely, Zexion felt Luxord move him into a laying position, using paper towels to clean them off.
   “I ruined your shirt…” the student said quietly, slurring his words ever-so-slightly.
   Luxord chuckled and pressed a kiss to Zexion's stomach, pausing in his cleaning ministrations.
   "It's fine, I have an extra in the classroom. I'm always prepared," he smiled and shook his head before continuing. "I used to have a lot of students who would play pranks on me, so from then on I kept an extra change of clothes in my classroom."
   He got up to throw the paper towels away and fixed his pants before sitting back down.
   "There. All clean," he smiled, kissing Zexion's cheek.
   Zexion groggily pulled his own pants back on and took a swig of the glass of water that Marluxia had brought him earlier.
   “I should be getting back to class…I don’t know how many rules I’m breaking,” he said slowly, looking at Luxord. “You too, you old pervert.”
   Luxord grinned and messed up Zexion’s sweat-soaked hair. “I’m not old.”
   Zexion watched tiredly as Luxord straightened his clothes and left, bidding him good-day.
   Rolling his eyes, he said, “You never denied you were a pervert,” under his breath.

[~~~~~]

   Demyx giggled inanely as he took a drag off of a joint that Xigbar had rolled. He was currently laying on the locker room office’s floor, hair sweaty and disheveled. He shivered as he felt a slight breeze.
   “I’m naked,” he mused, eyes fixed on a light in the ceiling.
   Xigbar grinned down at him, stopping the movement of his rolling-chair. “Yes you are, kiddo.”
   Demyx sat up and laid his head in his teacher’s lap, feeling said man tangle his fingers in his messy dirty-blonde hair and massage his scalp. He bit at the zipper on Xigbar’s pants and used his teeth to slowly pull it down.
   Aqua-green met golden-brown in an instant and Demyx flushed.
   “Don’t give me that look,” he said indignantly, looking back down and licking at his teacher’s semi-erect cock.
   Xigbar scooted just a bit and freed himself from his pants more effectively. Demyx took the flagging organ into his mouth and used his skilled tongue to coax it into solidity.
   Leaning his head against the back of his chair, Xigbar buried his calloused fingers in Demyx’s hair and pushed his head down onto his cock, loving the feel of the boy’s warm mouth and the talented tongue that teased in tiny designs over it.
   “Oh god, Demyx…” Xigbar growled, bucking up slightly into the teen’s hot mouth, breath catching when he felt his tip touching the back of Demyx’s throat.
   Demyx controlled his gag reflex expertly and flattened his tongue to take more of Xigbar’s cock in. He sucked hard and hummed in his throat.
   Xigbar opened one eye and groaned, feeling his drug-enticed senses going wild, loins tightening threateningly.
   “Kid…you’re amazing…” Xigbar growled, bucking into Demyx’s mouth, feeling the student whimper around his cock but adjust to it anyway.
   Moments later had Demyx swallowing all he could of Xigbar’s seed, a little bit dribbling down his chin and he looked up at Xigbar with glazed eyes.
   “I fucking love you, man,” he said, words slurring slightly. Xigbar leaned down and licked the excess from his student’s face, pressing his lips to the boy’s, tasting himself on his tongue.
   “I wouldn’t have it any other way,” he responded.

[~~~~~]

   The bell rang out loud to signal the end of the school day. The usual mob of teenagers hurrying to escape the prison rushed out, with the exception of a certain redhead and his blonde companion.
   "I'm really glad you finally came over to the dark side, Roxas," Axel said, eyes closed and nodding as if he were speaking in a sagely manner.
   The two boys were waiting at their lockers.
   Waiting for their target.
   Riku.
   It was a well known fact that Riku always skipped out the second half of his sixth hour to go see the principle and never came out until exactly 5 minutes after the last bell rang. No one really knew why he did this but then again, since Riku was such a jerk, no one really cared.
   Roxas scowled and crossed his arms.
   “Dark side, my ass. I just want him to stop messing with us, and I don’t want Sora hurt,” he said matter-of-factly. He shook his head and looked up at Axel. “What if it’s something weird, like he likes you? What if that’s why he’s doing this?”
   Axel stared at Roxas in complete and utter horror for a few moments before a shudder racked through his entire body and his gag reflex made him lunge forward a bit.
   "Roxas...You're trying to make me sick, aren't you...?" he asked in a muffled voice, his mouth behind his hand to shield any sick that might come up and make itself known.
   Roxas smacked the redhead playfully. “I’m serious. What if it’s some horrible scheme to break us up and steal you away from me? It’s plausible enough.”
   "Roxas, hun, if anything, Riku would want your ass, not mine," Axel laughed, shaking his head.
   He heard faint footsteps and fell quiet, grabbing onto Axel’s sleeve. Riku rounded the corner seconds later.
   Axel blinked and looked up, a wicked smirk splitting across his lips as the silver haired boy came into view.
   Riku looked tired and his uniform was askew and ruffled, much unlike his usual self.
   "What the hell are you two doing here...?" he snarled as he approached them, regaining his animosity.
   Roxas frowned and leaned on a locker. “We’re here to talk to you,” he said. “We want to know why you’re so…hostile toward us.”
   He’d bring up the issue with Sora a little later. Now just didn’t seem like the time. Any more of an incline would have Riku flying off the handle.
   Riku sneered and pushed Roxas aside to get to his locker, ignoring Axel's string of curses on his being for doing so since he knew even Axel wouldn't start a fist fight on school grounds.
   "Why ask now after all these years?" he asked as he put his combination into the lock. "It hardly seems the proper time. Also..." he paused to glare up at them. "I'm in a really foul mood right now. So I suggest you get the fuck away from me before I do something Sora will hate me for."
   Now was the time for Axel to come in and did the redhead ever rise to the occasion.
   "Bring it on, you sissy faggot! I can take any shit you deal out," he grinned, setting his hands on his hips and glaring right back.
   Roxas slapped his forehead. “Girls!” he cried. “This isn’t the time! Riku, I don’t know if I want you hanging around my brother, alright? If you’re this much of an ass all the time, I don’t want him having to deal with that. At least think about his feelings once in a while.”
   That was it.
   BANG!
   Before Axel could even react, Riku had grabbed Roxas by the collar and slammed him hard against the lockers.
   "Once...? Once?! What the fuck do you know?!" he shouted, pinning Roxas against the cold metal, getting right up in the blonde's face. He pulled back only just to slam Roxas against the locker again, harder this time.
   "It's because I do think of Sora, all the fucking time that I don't fucking kill you or your idiot boyfriend!" he continued, slamming Roxas against the locker every time he accentuated a word.
   Roxas winced; he gripped Riku’s wrists as tight as he could and attempted to dislodge the boy’s hands from his shirt. His shoulder blades ached from being repeatedly slammed into the hard, cold metal behind him, and a headache was quickly forming in the back of his skull.
   Axel was stunned.
   What the hell was wrong with Riku?
   Axel vocalized this as he attempted to rip the silver haired boy off his boyfriend.
   “If you cared about Sora at all, you’d just leave him the fuck alone, Riku!” he cried, feeling a sudden weight lifted as Axel managed to get Riku off of him.
   Roxas stared at the silver-haired boy with wide blue eyes.
   “What the fuck is wrong with you, Riku…?”
   Riku paused, staring back at Roxas for a moment, seeing far too much of his Sora in the blonde, before pushing Axel off of him and slamming his locker closed, not grabbing any books or anything.
   "You are what the fuck is wrong with me. The both of you!" he glared at Axel to include him in the conversation. "If you would just keep to yourselves and mind your own fucking business, everything would be fine!" he snarled before storming down the hallway and out the door.
   Axel sighed and looked to Roxas.
   "Roxy...Are you okay...?" he asked slowly, his anger fading into concern for the shorter male.
   Roxas looked over at him and nodded, rubbing his arms; the air suddenly seemed cooler.
   “Let’s get out of here…” he said quietly, exiting the school with Axel. They’d just have to plan a bit more. Riku did say he was in a bad mood.

[~~~~~]

   Rage. Utter rage. It was blinding. It was agonizing. And...
   So soothing.
   So very soothing.
   Yes, today was the day. Today, he'd finally get it all out. Today, he'd finally go back to his normal happy self.
   God, what was that like?
   He couldn't remember but it didn't matter because it would come back soon.
   Riku was grinning. He looked positively elated as he walked through the parking lot to find his car.
   Oh, there was Sora leaning against it.
   Sora was always so cute. Always so loving and sweet and...
   Such an easy target.
   "Oh, Sora..." he called as he approached, the brunette looking up at him cheerfully.
   “Riku!”

[end chapter 7.]

Alex says: @_@ Why did that chapter take us so long?!!
Ren says: Why am I really overly pleased to play as Riku hurting my babies? ^^ See you next time!