"Hans-san, please translate this passage into Japanese."
Right, as if I want to.
It was not easy to translate that passage – Hans is the top student after all. If it was not to fulfill the requirement of including Japanese for his translation degree he would not have taken it.
He had to admit he had been struggling with that language: German was his mother tongue after all. But his mother had refused to speak German to him and his father rarely would be home thus he did not do well in his German written assignments, let alone Japanese.
How did I ever get myself into this mess..
“Hans-san.”
He was the envy of the boys and the dream of the girls: he was only blonde-hair and sea-blue eyes youth in the class. His untidy mass of hair sprouting out but dangles in a good shape that he was spared of using hair gel. His face had always been expressionless.
Hans kept staring at the words of his textbook. He could feel his teacher bending over his soft naturally spiky hair. Dam' you..he forced himself not to tremble as he felt his teacher’s breath upon his ear.
“Hans-san.”
He could hear one or two squeals from the girls.
His teacher seemed to like that attention.
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Hans was fuming and cursing in any language he could think of as he stormed his way into the Student Council’s room, “What were you –" he could not finish his sentence.
Strong arms had grabbed him in a tight embrace and his mouth was forced to remain open by a intruding tongue that shot right to the back of his throat.
He could not let go. Neither could he resist as a hand had run down to the bottom of his pants, groping his testicles sliding up and gently but firmly caressing his member, forcing a groan from his throat.
You can’t..trapped,.he struggled to feel for any inch of empty space.
Yes I can..
Hans felt a forced pressure on his belt buckle as the hand – with a deft flick – loosened his pants. He felt cold air from waist down as the hand did not waste any time in rubbing his member. He could not scream, his mouth was still sealed by his captor’s tongue.
Another hand cupped had cupped his mouth and he could barely open his eyes, squirming as he realised the room was in total darkness and the air was stifling. Stop, please..
A voice whispered into his ear – he could not understand…all he knew…it was a familiar voice.
“I love you.”
“How can you when you’re –“ but all Hans could ever manage was a moan. The voice had touched the part of him that no one could ever reach into. His body arched in response to the hand that had been gently caressing his member, like a wild animal being tamed, he began to moan.
Submission.
By now he had stopped struggling as the other hand caressed the skin beneath his unbuttoned shirt, he felt himself burning in anticipating, stifling a gasp when a thumb was playing with his nipple, stifling a moan as he felt the warm moist sensation of a tongue rolling, teasing, licking him…
He would not kiss back, he would not, but the forceful pressure of the hands and arms had relaxed yet the sensation of the hand caressing his member had made him hard – he knew where his captor’s tongue would slide to. Without any cue, his own hand covered his mouth –
- and stifled every gasp as he felt the moist tongue and lips searching, exploring every single part of his member. He felt his strength draining – his captor knew.
Hans almost vomited when he felt the sudden change in the gravitational direction as he felt himself being roughly lifted up. His captor’s hand had quickened its pace while the other hand cupped Hans’ mouth. Hans could respond no longer – or so he thought.
Pain shot from beneath him as he felt something being thrusted rudely into him. Kneeling he realised his body was arching back in response to the frenzied pleasure. His captor did not lose any moment. Hans felt as if his mind was about to explode –
a final shot of excruciating pain and warmth pervaded his body as he held his own expulsion.
It was not over.
He thought he heard the bell rang at the end of breaktime but his captor would not let him go – neither did he want to – it had always been like this. He covered his mouth with his hand for the last time -
stifling his screams again as his member and testicles were gropped and rubbed by his captor’s fingers and tongue rudely hurrying him to warm him up and ejaculate – the next lesson had started after –
all strength had left him as he gave his expulsion to his captor, stifling his moans - this time in protest – as he felt his captor’s mouth eagerly swallowed his discharge. Finally coming back to his senses he realised he was surrounded by pitch black darkness, frightened and alone, he began to sob..
..and found himself wrapped and comforted in the familiar warm embrace..
Sensei..
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Hans did not see his Japanese language teacher for the rest of the day -
- until nightfall..
Monday, May 10, 2010
Subject: 2
"Please feel free to make any mistake! On second thought –“ a pause and smile that melted every girl’s heart – “Make that plenty of mistakes!"
"Bastard," the student growled under his breath in reply to his teacher's remarks.
What was he thinking?! Bringing me to visit his family?! HE’S MARRIED WITH KIDS OF HIS OWN?!!
Hans had been quiet as he sat in the car as they were going back to their respective apartments. He had been ignoring all of his questions, calls, text messages, emails – WHATEVER
Instead what was he thinking, allowing him to lead him by his whims and fancies, taken in by the voice that got him hard all the time, teasing him and they end up in places everywhere where he would reserve a small resort somewhere where they could be completely alone.
But not yesterday. He heard the word right.
“DADDY!!!”
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A week had passed. He congratulated himself being able to ignore him completely, hiding his screams within with that same deadpan expression to everyone on the first day as a freshman – in fact, his cellphone had been switched off..for a good and many reasons.
But he could not ignore conversations, especially females’, as he walked past them, hearing them talk about how they love their boyfriends so much that their friends would advise them to “talk it out, iron out differences” etc.
Perhaps he should too. Perhaps..was he tested? Bastard! Seriously I will – but he always ended up - not on top – but on the receiving end…he realised he was blushing as he noticed that some girls were looking, giggling and whispering excitedly to one another as they glanced in his direction.
Well, he was the only one who had stopped walking while everyone were going back to their dorms to pack their bags for the summer holidays.
Summer holidays..it had been such a short time but it felt long as he would wait in yearning to be on the receiving end, everyday…
“Aaaargh!” he muttered, realising he had given himself away. Perhaps he should talk it out and iron out differences.
He found himself standing in front of the student council room. It had always been the room where time would stop, even if it’s for a quickie..
AAAAARGH!!!! He flung the door open –
but the handle would not turn.
The door was locked.
"Bastard," the student growled under his breath in reply to his teacher's remarks.
What was he thinking?! Bringing me to visit his family?! HE’S MARRIED WITH KIDS OF HIS OWN?!!
Hans had been quiet as he sat in the car as they were going back to their respective apartments. He had been ignoring all of his questions, calls, text messages, emails – WHATEVER
Instead what was he thinking, allowing him to lead him by his whims and fancies, taken in by the voice that got him hard all the time, teasing him and they end up in places everywhere where he would reserve a small resort somewhere where they could be completely alone.
But not yesterday. He heard the word right.
“DADDY!!!”
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A week had passed. He congratulated himself being able to ignore him completely, hiding his screams within with that same deadpan expression to everyone on the first day as a freshman – in fact, his cellphone had been switched off..for a good and many reasons.
But he could not ignore conversations, especially females’, as he walked past them, hearing them talk about how they love their boyfriends so much that their friends would advise them to “talk it out, iron out differences” etc.
Perhaps he should too. Perhaps..was he tested? Bastard! Seriously I will – but he always ended up - not on top – but on the receiving end…he realised he was blushing as he noticed that some girls were looking, giggling and whispering excitedly to one another as they glanced in his direction.
Well, he was the only one who had stopped walking while everyone were going back to their dorms to pack their bags for the summer holidays.
Summer holidays..it had been such a short time but it felt long as he would wait in yearning to be on the receiving end, everyday…
“Aaaargh!” he muttered, realising he had given himself away. Perhaps he should talk it out and iron out differences.
He found himself standing in front of the student council room. It had always been the room where time would stop, even if it’s for a quickie..
AAAAARGH!!!! He flung the door open –
but the handle would not turn.
The door was locked.
Subject: 3
He had never been on a frantic search for anyone – not even his mother. Days when he was just a small little one he would run far, far away, away from his mother who would be calling and searching for him, ignoring her voice. Now he understood how frantic one would be to find just one person – even the smallest places have become so big and crevices became big cave entrances, leading to an endless abyss of screams and confusion – which could fill the whole hallway if Hans had not been aware of his pent-up frustrations.
It would be the teachers’ room, he told himself as he tried to avoid anyone who would obstruct his path in finding the light at the end of the tunnel..if only he could reach out for the door that he hope could relieve his painful, laboured breathing as he tried hard not to scream for him along the hallways and empty lecture halls..
and finally found him
and someone else..
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His teacher was silent as his gaze froze in realisation at the all-too-familiar-student standing at the doorway. There was another pale hand clinging onto the red-silver striped tie that he had given his teacher which froze in sudden apprehension of an act – strictly must be done behind closed doors – was discovered. A smirk widen the pale lips and the smaller figure rose up to meet the gawking student at the door, “Well..well..it ain’t Hans –"
The rest of the words ended up in an abrupt gargle as the figure was gasping for breath. Suddenly everyone had gathered at the entrance of the teachers’ room, some had rushed in, shouting, pulling and forcing the blonde-hair student – anything - to release his grip on a silver-haired student’s throat. The teacher thanked his colleagues and yelled at the boys to follow him to the counselling room.
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It was a room that all students dread and fear. Rumours had it that even students were brainwashed and some had hanged themselves in protest.
The three would not hear any more of that. One was fuming, the other was still smirking and the third had his gaze lowered. He could not help it if the fuming one was shouting – almost screaming – obscenities at him (the room was soundproof-padded to protect confidentiality but its reliability had not been tested in a high-decibel-situations).
The blonde-haired student grabbed the sliver-haired student by the collar. “Get out,” he growled, with hatred burning in his eyes which made the sliver-haired student laughed.
“Hans..” a sarcastic grin and eyes of mad triumph haunted his blonde-haired rival, “you wouldn’t. After all, wasn’t it you who left him yearning…”
“Andy! Hans, let go!”
Hans felt a cold chill down his spine as he found himself transfixed at the pair of frenzied blue eyes and pale lips parted, mouthing the words that had caused him to exceed the number of his sleeping-pills-prescriptions the first time he heard it many years ago..
“Isn’t it fun to have a threesome?”
It would be the teachers’ room, he told himself as he tried to avoid anyone who would obstruct his path in finding the light at the end of the tunnel..if only he could reach out for the door that he hope could relieve his painful, laboured breathing as he tried hard not to scream for him along the hallways and empty lecture halls..
and finally found him
and someone else..
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His teacher was silent as his gaze froze in realisation at the all-too-familiar-student standing at the doorway. There was another pale hand clinging onto the red-silver striped tie that he had given his teacher which froze in sudden apprehension of an act – strictly must be done behind closed doors – was discovered. A smirk widen the pale lips and the smaller figure rose up to meet the gawking student at the door, “Well..well..it ain’t Hans –"
The rest of the words ended up in an abrupt gargle as the figure was gasping for breath. Suddenly everyone had gathered at the entrance of the teachers’ room, some had rushed in, shouting, pulling and forcing the blonde-hair student – anything - to release his grip on a silver-haired student’s throat. The teacher thanked his colleagues and yelled at the boys to follow him to the counselling room.
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It was a room that all students dread and fear. Rumours had it that even students were brainwashed and some had hanged themselves in protest.
The three would not hear any more of that. One was fuming, the other was still smirking and the third had his gaze lowered. He could not help it if the fuming one was shouting – almost screaming – obscenities at him (the room was soundproof-padded to protect confidentiality but its reliability had not been tested in a high-decibel-situations).
The blonde-haired student grabbed the sliver-haired student by the collar. “Get out,” he growled, with hatred burning in his eyes which made the sliver-haired student laughed.
“Hans..” a sarcastic grin and eyes of mad triumph haunted his blonde-haired rival, “you wouldn’t. After all, wasn’t it you who left him yearning…”
“Andy! Hans, let go!”
Hans felt a cold chill down his spine as he found himself transfixed at the pair of frenzied blue eyes and pale lips parted, mouthing the words that had caused him to exceed the number of his sleeping-pills-prescriptions the first time he heard it many years ago..
“Isn’t it fun to have a threesome?”
Subject: 4
He summoned all of his will to release his grip, stormed out of the room, up the stairs, to the rooftop.
“There you are.”
He reminded himself to calm down.
“C’mon, it ain’t –"
Any more movement from the silver-haired student would cost a life, he glared at the struggling figure. Realising he would cause a commotion if the other students would come to the rooftop for a breather, he decided to let go of his grip on the throat.
“You left him.”
“I’m here for thrills – and spills. Stifle your screams, girl,” the silver-haired warned the blonde-hair student. “I was just passing by.”
“Was there an order for your release!” His head reeled as he remembered the gruesome sight he first saw many years ago.
“Awwww…c’mon, girl, I had a good conduct. Regular prescription, see?”
He hate to admit but his academic rival had shown some improvements. He sighed. “My bad. How’s your fam-“
“Shut your hole or I’ll get violent.” Seeing his blonde-hair academic rival paled and started muttering his concerns for his friend, Andy sighed and gave a wry smile. “My turn.”
Hans breathed a sigh of relief.
“Just said my goodbyes.” A clink and a puff of smoke drifted into the air. Andy arched an eyebrow. “Ol’ times’ sa-ke.”
“Aho, sa-ke ja ne zo.“ Hans' fingers lightly brushed his pale sliver friend’s - and both unconsciously stepped a little further away from each other. “Suman..”
“Me. I shouldn’t..”
“No, it was – " Both knew that this argument would go on, each willing to take the blame for the other but it was clear that both had a relationship – and got expelled for it.
“Seriously.” The sliver-haired male blew a cloud of smoke into the air, sighing. “Thrills and spills, thrills and frills / Wouldn’t have it any other way.”
Our song..Hans remembered as both of them would sneak into Andy’s basement to rehearse their songs before performing them in pubs, hoping to save as much as they can for a studio production. Months passed. Andy’s mind and health got worse – who could blame a child growing up in a family of pimps and drugs?
We only had each other..
A year passed after Andy's first release from the asylum.
We couldn’t control and made the mistake
of our lives
to others we were monsters
for ourselves we were lovers
A hand wrapped around Hans whose body was wracked in sobs.
Hena I’m sorry
Your nights belong to me
Hena I’m sorry
I hurt you endlessly
Gold silver entwined
Back to madness I’m confined
That was the day
I said my last goodbye
“There you are.”
He reminded himself to calm down.
“C’mon, it ain’t –"
Any more movement from the silver-haired student would cost a life, he glared at the struggling figure. Realising he would cause a commotion if the other students would come to the rooftop for a breather, he decided to let go of his grip on the throat.
“You left him.”
“I’m here for thrills – and spills. Stifle your screams, girl,” the silver-haired warned the blonde-hair student. “I was just passing by.”
“Was there an order for your release!” His head reeled as he remembered the gruesome sight he first saw many years ago.
“Awwww…c’mon, girl, I had a good conduct. Regular prescription, see?”
He hate to admit but his academic rival had shown some improvements. He sighed. “My bad. How’s your fam-“
“Shut your hole or I’ll get violent.” Seeing his blonde-hair academic rival paled and started muttering his concerns for his friend, Andy sighed and gave a wry smile. “My turn.”
Hans breathed a sigh of relief.
“Just said my goodbyes.” A clink and a puff of smoke drifted into the air. Andy arched an eyebrow. “Ol’ times’ sa-ke.”
“Aho, sa-ke ja ne zo.“ Hans' fingers lightly brushed his pale sliver friend’s - and both unconsciously stepped a little further away from each other. “Suman..”
“Me. I shouldn’t..”
“No, it was – " Both knew that this argument would go on, each willing to take the blame for the other but it was clear that both had a relationship – and got expelled for it.
“Seriously.” The sliver-haired male blew a cloud of smoke into the air, sighing. “Thrills and spills, thrills and frills / Wouldn’t have it any other way.”
Our song..Hans remembered as both of them would sneak into Andy’s basement to rehearse their songs before performing them in pubs, hoping to save as much as they can for a studio production. Months passed. Andy’s mind and health got worse – who could blame a child growing up in a family of pimps and drugs?
We only had each other..
A year passed after Andy's first release from the asylum.
We couldn’t control and made the mistake
of our lives
to others we were monsters
for ourselves we were lovers
A hand wrapped around Hans whose body was wracked in sobs.
Hena I’m sorry
Your nights belong to me
Hena I’m sorry
I hurt you endlessly
Gold silver entwined
Back to madness I’m confined
That was the day
I said my last goodbye
Subject: Interlude 1
Ian Anderson. One of the most influential elementary and high school students one would remember. A child who hides his dark secrets - except from one – and became a student council leader, excelled in grades and sports, always could calm the most short-tempered and convinced the most stubborn of hearts before he was arrested and charged for two acts of morbid indecency, the first on females.
Years later another – where a male teacher was found bound and gagged in hidden room filled with blood and stench found by Hans who reluctantly gave Andy’s address and to a group of police and their dogs to sniff out the sealed room’s location. Andy was quoted as saying that he was “jealous” of the success of the teacher but Hans knew the truth which he - a youth of high intelligence – could hide. It was almost too late when Hans realised he should not have told Andy about his new relationship – his Sensei was almost knocked out of his senses – and life - in defence for his young blonde-haired lover when the sliver-haired youth was screaming obscenities at him, determined to castrate his love rival and – in absence of his blonde-haired friend whom he had a relationship with and decided to stop when Hans’ family was involved – accused him of adultery.
Andy was sentenced to long-term-asylum confinement, medication and counselling. At Hans’ own request the court specially granted Andy a university education - wherever he was serving his term - should Andy’s condition improve.
“Knowing Andy very well for many years and personally being there since we were kids he is capable of separating anything from his studies – be it in at any state of health and mind,” Hans was quoted in his request.
It had been almost three years. At the fourth year of Hans’ final academic year in the university Andy Stern was released based on good and normal conduct – and thanks to Hans who had never doubted his friend-turned-ex-academic-rival-turned-back-to-best-pal, he had been in the same academic year of the name of the university Hans had been studying and requested to the court.
While serving his term Ian dropped his family name and lengthened his second name in honour of his best - and only – former-lover-still-best-friend. Hans dropped his second name to reducing to two names like his former lover - and the only true friend among his social group.
Years later another – where a male teacher was found bound and gagged in hidden room filled with blood and stench found by Hans who reluctantly gave Andy’s address and to a group of police and their dogs to sniff out the sealed room’s location. Andy was quoted as saying that he was “jealous” of the success of the teacher but Hans knew the truth which he - a youth of high intelligence – could hide. It was almost too late when Hans realised he should not have told Andy about his new relationship – his Sensei was almost knocked out of his senses – and life - in defence for his young blonde-haired lover when the sliver-haired youth was screaming obscenities at him, determined to castrate his love rival and – in absence of his blonde-haired friend whom he had a relationship with and decided to stop when Hans’ family was involved – accused him of adultery.
Andy was sentenced to long-term-asylum confinement, medication and counselling. At Hans’ own request the court specially granted Andy a university education - wherever he was serving his term - should Andy’s condition improve.
“Knowing Andy very well for many years and personally being there since we were kids he is capable of separating anything from his studies – be it in at any state of health and mind,” Hans was quoted in his request.
It had been almost three years. At the fourth year of Hans’ final academic year in the university Andy Stern was released based on good and normal conduct – and thanks to Hans who had never doubted his friend-turned-ex-academic-rival-turned-back-to-best-pal, he had been in the same academic year of the name of the university Hans had been studying and requested to the court.
While serving his term Ian dropped his family name and lengthened his second name in honour of his best - and only – former-lover-still-best-friend. Hans dropped his second name to reducing to two names like his former lover - and the only true friend among his social group.
Subject: 5
“Listen. I wanna talk about your lover.” It would be easier to quote the lyrics of their song to calm his sobbing friend down. “She was his wife and they were his kids.” He waited patiently for his words to sink into the delicate (sometimes naïve) self of his blonde-haired friend.
“What?”
“Finally,” he sighed – got a poke in the ribs. “Listen, before considering castration on your friend to which I do think you are considering about it now – " he held his friend away who was frantically trying to scratch his face for a reason or two – “I did not do anything to your –" he spat in disgust at his own past memory which resurfaced at the word – “daddy…oh –" he started cursing under his breath, realising his friend was – still trying not to cause a commotion - stifling his screams of protests from his forced-pursed lips. “My bad, my bad..” only Johannes Emersson could make him smile and drop his mask.
Seeing his friend smiled, Hans stopped, composed himself, arms akimbo, he managed a weak grin. “Since when did you learn to talk like that,” he echoed his own statement which was once filled with sarcasm when he treated Andy as an academic rival in school hearing rumours of Andy’s “alley” upbringing.
“Watch your stick, brother.” Andy echoed back his first retort when they were in elementary school, a reply he had learnt from his siblings of almost fifteen years apart. He had removed much of his wall. It had been so long since they had met and he was afraid of showing himself – even to his only friend.
The air around Hans started to get smoky as he valiantly tried to hide his tears. “Welcome home.”
“It’s great to be back, my love.”
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Andy could not stay long as he didn’t belong to the university campus itself. “Admin,” he shrugged, trying not to curse in front of Hans of whom his best friend got the “education” from. “Save your tears for the one you love,” he smiled.
“Cut it.” Tears were streaming from his cheeks.
He could not touch his blonde-hair friend. It would be too much for the both of them. You still need lotsa lovin’…he once sang to him. “Turn,” his voice lowered but firm, choking back his own tears, “and go talk to him. He’s waiting for you.
In the room where you used to be.”
“What?”
“Finally,” he sighed – got a poke in the ribs. “Listen, before considering castration on your friend to which I do think you are considering about it now – " he held his friend away who was frantically trying to scratch his face for a reason or two – “I did not do anything to your –" he spat in disgust at his own past memory which resurfaced at the word – “daddy…oh –" he started cursing under his breath, realising his friend was – still trying not to cause a commotion - stifling his screams of protests from his forced-pursed lips. “My bad, my bad..” only Johannes Emersson could make him smile and drop his mask.
Seeing his friend smiled, Hans stopped, composed himself, arms akimbo, he managed a weak grin. “Since when did you learn to talk like that,” he echoed his own statement which was once filled with sarcasm when he treated Andy as an academic rival in school hearing rumours of Andy’s “alley” upbringing.
“Watch your stick, brother.” Andy echoed back his first retort when they were in elementary school, a reply he had learnt from his siblings of almost fifteen years apart. He had removed much of his wall. It had been so long since they had met and he was afraid of showing himself – even to his only friend.
The air around Hans started to get smoky as he valiantly tried to hide his tears. “Welcome home.”
“It’s great to be back, my love.”
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Andy could not stay long as he didn’t belong to the university campus itself. “Admin,” he shrugged, trying not to curse in front of Hans of whom his best friend got the “education” from. “Save your tears for the one you love,” he smiled.
“Cut it.” Tears were streaming from his cheeks.
He could not touch his blonde-hair friend. It would be too much for the both of them. You still need lotsa lovin’…he once sang to him. “Turn,” his voice lowered but firm, choking back his own tears, “and go talk to him. He’s waiting for you.
In the room where you used to be.”
Subject: 6
He stifled his screams as his lover thrust himself deeper and stronger than any other day.
It seemed that he had it all planned out. Without a word, he was swiftly dragged into his car and he found himself in some resort.
There were no words exchanged. Before he could dominate the situation his lips were forced opened by his lover’s tongue and his shirt buttons, pants button and zip could pop out of their seams by the frantic jerks of his lover’s hands on his clothes. His struggles were futile but he was weeping to his lover to –
“Stop,” he pleaded, pushing his lover away, tripping over some clothes and landed hard on the bed. He hid his face away from him, his body wracked sobs with painful regret, still pushing away the arms of his lover who was trying to hold him. Finally with one more effort, the arms wrapped around him in frenzied triumph, facing him outwards and lifted him to a sitting position.
“Suman..” his lover whispered. Andy had learnt a bit of the same language before and said the same word – but now all he ever wanted was to hear his voice. Still weeping, he moaned in protest, as he felt his lover’s hand stroking his member and he fought back his response.
“I wanted to ask you after you met my ex-wife and the children…but you were so quiet. I cannot tolerate outbursts in the car too, so…I’m really sorry.”
He moaned at every syllable of his voice whispering in his ear, teasing him with little gnaws on the outer lobe of his ear, feeling the warmth of his tongue into his ear.
He understood. Andy was in the campus but he was too angry to notice his silver-haired friend who immediately walked into the teachers’ room when only he was around. Andy loved anything he would buy but all Andy ever did was to pull his tie to choke him as a threat after worming the truth out of him – and Andy was struggling to hold himself in check after successfully grabbing a guy by the tie almost too close to the lips. He came in just in time.
“But it was my – aah!” He gasped in shocked as he felt him so deep and painful..but it had only been one week..was he losing it? “B-but i-t – wa-s m-a-i f-ar –“
“Fart? Yes, it is so. Because you do not eat proper,” came the teasing tone, almost sadistic, ignoring all cries of pain. “We’re alone,” he grabbed his young lover and whispered into his ear. “Scream.”
At first he was screaming in hatred at himself for being extremely unreasonable, crying his apologies at the same time, taking every deep thrust as a punishment but his cries softened and let out an incoherent sound as he felt the thrusts got shallower.
“I cannot, while you are like this.”
“No!” he pleaded, grabbing his lover. “I’m sorry!” he was weeping again. “I don’t know how to..it’s..i like what you do..i’m..i can’t..”
The warmth of his arms, the all-too-familiar feel of his lover’s body soothed his cries.
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Morning.
Hans wondered why no matter how hard he tried, he was not in the mood, instead he was moving away from his lover. He apologised, telling him that he really wanted to but did not know why he was feeling so down.
His teacher’s cellphone rang.
Suddenly Hans was gripped by a chill. He thought he heard a voice..."Sensei..” he murmured, looking in concerned at his lover who had went paler than usual.
This time Hans stifled a different type of scream – a scream of horror.
It seemed that he had it all planned out. Without a word, he was swiftly dragged into his car and he found himself in some resort.
There were no words exchanged. Before he could dominate the situation his lips were forced opened by his lover’s tongue and his shirt buttons, pants button and zip could pop out of their seams by the frantic jerks of his lover’s hands on his clothes. His struggles were futile but he was weeping to his lover to –
“Stop,” he pleaded, pushing his lover away, tripping over some clothes and landed hard on the bed. He hid his face away from him, his body wracked sobs with painful regret, still pushing away the arms of his lover who was trying to hold him. Finally with one more effort, the arms wrapped around him in frenzied triumph, facing him outwards and lifted him to a sitting position.
“Suman..” his lover whispered. Andy had learnt a bit of the same language before and said the same word – but now all he ever wanted was to hear his voice. Still weeping, he moaned in protest, as he felt his lover’s hand stroking his member and he fought back his response.
“I wanted to ask you after you met my ex-wife and the children…but you were so quiet. I cannot tolerate outbursts in the car too, so…I’m really sorry.”
He moaned at every syllable of his voice whispering in his ear, teasing him with little gnaws on the outer lobe of his ear, feeling the warmth of his tongue into his ear.
He understood. Andy was in the campus but he was too angry to notice his silver-haired friend who immediately walked into the teachers’ room when only he was around. Andy loved anything he would buy but all Andy ever did was to pull his tie to choke him as a threat after worming the truth out of him – and Andy was struggling to hold himself in check after successfully grabbing a guy by the tie almost too close to the lips. He came in just in time.
“But it was my – aah!” He gasped in shocked as he felt him so deep and painful..but it had only been one week..was he losing it? “B-but i-t – wa-s m-a-i f-ar –“
“Fart? Yes, it is so. Because you do not eat proper,” came the teasing tone, almost sadistic, ignoring all cries of pain. “We’re alone,” he grabbed his young lover and whispered into his ear. “Scream.”
At first he was screaming in hatred at himself for being extremely unreasonable, crying his apologies at the same time, taking every deep thrust as a punishment but his cries softened and let out an incoherent sound as he felt the thrusts got shallower.
“I cannot, while you are like this.”
“No!” he pleaded, grabbing his lover. “I’m sorry!” he was weeping again. “I don’t know how to..it’s..i like what you do..i’m..i can’t..”
The warmth of his arms, the all-too-familiar feel of his lover’s body soothed his cries.
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Morning.
Hans wondered why no matter how hard he tried, he was not in the mood, instead he was moving away from his lover. He apologised, telling him that he really wanted to but did not know why he was feeling so down.
His teacher’s cellphone rang.
Suddenly Hans was gripped by a chill. He thought he heard a voice..."Sensei..” he murmured, looking in concerned at his lover who had went paler than usual.
This time Hans stifled a different type of scream – a scream of horror.
Subject: 7
"Two years, my friend."
The soft voice murmured as a pale figure stood wet from the light drizzle.
He had expected it. He knew that even if he tried there was nothing he could do about it. He knew the moment he turned it was the end. However he was not thinking much about it -searching for the warm embrace he had lost for so many days had taken was priority.
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Andy, after his release, had nowhere to go to, declining his offer for a dorm in the university. Hans had fulfilled all his wishes for a normal life.
It was time to give it back.
The soft voice murmured as a pale figure stood wet from the light drizzle.
He had expected it. He knew that even if he tried there was nothing he could do about it. He knew the moment he turned it was the end. However he was not thinking much about it -searching for the warm embrace he had lost for so many days had taken was priority.
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Andy, after his release, had nowhere to go to, declining his offer for a dorm in the university. Hans had fulfilled all his wishes for a normal life.
It was time to give it back.
Subject: Interlude 2
The only world which revolved around him was Hans'.
At first he did not understand why this blonde-haired boy who looked almost like him would spurn him away and call him names. Perhaps he had what this blonde-haired boy could not have. He tried to find out more about his blonde-hair friend.
For a long time every attempt seemed futile - everyone in school ignored or ran away from him as if he was some kind of monster and they called him names that sounded like "pip boy". Then it happened.
He thought there was an angel in the school hall. He decided to check it out.
There was his blonde-haired friend singing all by himself!
"H-hi."
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And so Thyme was born. A name which his blonde-haired fri - no, Hans came up with.
"Watch your stick, brother."
The blonde-haired boy stared at him in disbelief. "Do you know what you’re talking about?!"
The sliver-haired boy's eyes widened in excitement. "You know what I'm talking about?!"
Besides the "family business" Andy's brothers had bought the best instruments a band could ever have with the money they earned. While they were not around banging instruments Andy and Hans would sneak into the studio and jammed the songs they heard on the radio (being brought up in a strict family environment Hans could only secretly take out the radio from under his bed during bedtime).
Years go by and Hans, brought up by his single mother, grew up faster than any normal kid. The only best companionship he had was with Andy and Thyme. Occasionally they would sneak some peeks into the "business" Andy's family members were handling. Like Hans, Andy "lost" his father, as he was told, and this "business" was the fastest way to make "big money", so he was told. One "sneak trip" led to another, until Hans had to stifle his vomit as Andy looked on with a frozen expression on his face.
"Is this what they always do?" Hans would ask. Andy did not answer.
It was that one day when Andy unconsciously slided his hand along Hans who cursed and swore in shock. There was something in Andy's gaze that Hans would find himself frozen in time, staring back at the eyes of his best friend, as if they were telling him a stories that words could not say..
"My brothers told me it’s love."
"What the --- is wrong with your head!"
Andy never said or did anything but their "sneak trips" had stopped.
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Because one day Hans had found something interesting. Hans' mother was not around so Hans got his best pal over.
"I've cracked the 'parent mode'! It's exactly what you told me!" By then Hans had discovered a language called Japanese and was surfing a whole theme of "Andy's family business".
Hans fell silent. "Sorry, mate. I.."
"Na, I know you. You need evidences, not first-hand accounts."
And Andy would describe in full detail to Hans as they watched every single video.
"Andy?"
"Spill it."
"I-I can't. Not in front of you."
"Fine."
"A-Andy! What the ----! Dirty mouth, stop - aah.."
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Everyday Hans would sneak out of the house to try to visit his friend when he was at in the asylum.
Andy isn't delirious, he's confused, that's all, he defended. He would write letters to his friend, hoping all his letters will be read. Everyday Hans would think of him, wonder how he was. Hans missed the time he had with Andy. It was very - thrilling.
He really missed Andy. Not only for those times but there was something only they can share. He decided to make Andy his.
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"--- off you freak!"
"But you said you loved me!"
"I didn’t mean it that way! Look…I'm sorry..I..didn't mean..aw man, stop crying.."
"You lied?!"
"No..I..fine! When I said I love you I mean it."
"Really?!"
"Y-yeah."
At first he did not understand why this blonde-haired boy who looked almost like him would spurn him away and call him names. Perhaps he had what this blonde-haired boy could not have. He tried to find out more about his blonde-hair friend.
For a long time every attempt seemed futile - everyone in school ignored or ran away from him as if he was some kind of monster and they called him names that sounded like "pip boy". Then it happened.
He thought there was an angel in the school hall. He decided to check it out.
There was his blonde-haired friend singing all by himself!
"H-hi."
----------------
And so Thyme was born. A name which his blonde-haired fri - no, Hans came up with.
"Watch your stick, brother."
The blonde-haired boy stared at him in disbelief. "Do you know what you’re talking about?!"
The sliver-haired boy's eyes widened in excitement. "You know what I'm talking about?!"
Besides the "family business" Andy's brothers had bought the best instruments a band could ever have with the money they earned. While they were not around banging instruments Andy and Hans would sneak into the studio and jammed the songs they heard on the radio (being brought up in a strict family environment Hans could only secretly take out the radio from under his bed during bedtime).
Years go by and Hans, brought up by his single mother, grew up faster than any normal kid. The only best companionship he had was with Andy and Thyme. Occasionally they would sneak some peeks into the "business" Andy's family members were handling. Like Hans, Andy "lost" his father, as he was told, and this "business" was the fastest way to make "big money", so he was told. One "sneak trip" led to another, until Hans had to stifle his vomit as Andy looked on with a frozen expression on his face.
"Is this what they always do?" Hans would ask. Andy did not answer.
It was that one day when Andy unconsciously slided his hand along Hans who cursed and swore in shock. There was something in Andy's gaze that Hans would find himself frozen in time, staring back at the eyes of his best friend, as if they were telling him a stories that words could not say..
"My brothers told me it’s love."
"What the --- is wrong with your head!"
Andy never said or did anything but their "sneak trips" had stopped.
-----------------
Because one day Hans had found something interesting. Hans' mother was not around so Hans got his best pal over.
"I've cracked the 'parent mode'! It's exactly what you told me!" By then Hans had discovered a language called Japanese and was surfing a whole theme of "Andy's family business".
Hans fell silent. "Sorry, mate. I.."
"Na, I know you. You need evidences, not first-hand accounts."
And Andy would describe in full detail to Hans as they watched every single video.
"Andy?"
"Spill it."
"I-I can't. Not in front of you."
"Fine."
"A-Andy! What the ----! Dirty mouth, stop - aah.."
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Everyday Hans would sneak out of the house to try to visit his friend when he was at in the asylum.
Andy isn't delirious, he's confused, that's all, he defended. He would write letters to his friend, hoping all his letters will be read. Everyday Hans would think of him, wonder how he was. Hans missed the time he had with Andy. It was very - thrilling.
He really missed Andy. Not only for those times but there was something only they can share. He decided to make Andy his.
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"--- off you freak!"
"But you said you loved me!"
"I didn’t mean it that way! Look…I'm sorry..I..didn't mean..aw man, stop crying.."
"You lied?!"
"No..I..fine! When I said I love you I mean it."
"Really?!"
"Y-yeah."
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