That fateful night he retrived his cellphone and was about to rush back to his dormitory when he heard a terrible sound from the restroom. To his shock he found a male in the - FEMALE - restroom!
He was about to pounce on the stranger, wondering where was the girl this man had raped when he saw a familiar pair of eyes of that stranger staring back at him.
"SENSEI!!!!!"
******
From then on, he became his teacher's listening ear over nightly - and lethal - bottles of sake. However he would not drink much as he would be the one who bring his drunk teacher back. His teacher had entrusted him with the keys to the apartment - he had expected that.
What he would not expect was that his teacher was not really entirely of Japanese heritage. Born of French, Italian, Spanish and Japanese hertitage his teacher had taught in schools in Japan before. A marriage of convenience to a Japanese woman of strictly Japanese heritage who bore him a son was nearing to a divorce.
He could not comfort his teacher - he was not taught how to. All he could do was silently sit by him as he watched his teacher snored in slumber-bliss - and leave when he had cleared all the mess.
****
Summer.
The season he hated most. He would always be left alone. To distract himself from his desires once more he decided to enrol for any summer class.
"Hans-san?"
He did not realise his vision had blurred and his cheeks had been wet with tears as he walked down the stairsways to the main walkway. He thought no one was around. A thud distracted both teacher and student as they both shifted their focus to the floor.
NOOOOOOO!!!!!! HOW DID I BRING IT WITH ME!!!
He could not see his teacher bending over to pick up his comic which he realised he had brought it with him without thinking as he hurried to the main walkway. He did not know about his teacher's moment of silence.
His knees had given way and he stumbled. He was tired. So very tired that he wept, like a child, in his teacher's arms.
Monday, August 16, 2010
2
No one knew.
He had first saw in on the internet with his best friend. He wanted more. He did not know what he was in for. He did not know that what happened that day was what people would call "rape". He did not know. All he knew was he felt scared, as if a thousand pairs of eyes were looking watching him wherever he went as he tried very hard to mask the pain. He told his teacher that he had been suffering from piles, much to his-best-pal-classmate's amusement. All the girls in his class would do everything and anything for him - what else would you expect for a Prince Charming.
"Bastard," he glare at his best pal who sat a few desks behind him.
Years have passed, and it had been traumatic for him. He would shut himself in his room, not attend lessons, showing up only for tests and examinations and passed all of them with top marks. One day in school he overheard a conversation of giggling girls - it was dang easy to follow them as there was nobody around - the girls needed a smoke break.
It was then he learnt about a particular comic genre that may calm his desires.
At first, he threw a comic book across his room, cupping his mouth to curb his wracked sobs as memories of him and his first lover came unmercilessly running into his mind. However he resolved to conquer the feelings as he felt..unsatisfied. With every ending of a comic he wanted more.
He would not tell anyone that he read Boys' Love genre - anyone would laugh at him, girls and guys alike. Besides, he would guess that 99.9999 - until the infinite 0.9 of it all - % are females. And he feared he would be called a wuss even if gays (oh they hid it well but it takes one to tell) would know about his comic genre preference.
University was even harder. He could not remember how much he wanted more. His eyes gave the game away for a few seconds when his Japanese lecturer first stepped into his life.
As usual he was the best student of them all, much to his teacher's appreciation. However, he would catch glimpses of his teacher's sorrowful eyes...and time would stop there..
"Hans-san?"
His heart skipped a beat at the hint of concern of his teacher's voice - there might be something more to it. Ignoring squeals from the females, his eyes darkened and his expression turned deadpan. Yet he hoped his teacher had read his gaze.
He did not ask any question as he knew the answer to every question.
However one day he did. Much to his and his teacher's surprise. "Oh, Hans-san, you have a question?"
"Yes, Sensei." It was only to him that he would speak to and in a quiet serious voice only his ex-lover would hear. I'm hard..He snapped back to reality as he realised his ex-lover's voice had seeped into his unguarded thoughts. He bit his lip but he was about to break down. He longed for anyone to hold him - anyone..
"Sensei...what does it take...to love someone.." WHAT WAS HE ASKING?! Wasn't he supposed to ask this literature term in Japanese?!
His senses screamed - WRONG QUESTION!!! - as he saw his teacher's sudden change of expression -
but it was an expression of sorrow, despair and regret.
He had first saw in on the internet with his best friend. He wanted more. He did not know what he was in for. He did not know that what happened that day was what people would call "rape". He did not know. All he knew was he felt scared, as if a thousand pairs of eyes were looking watching him wherever he went as he tried very hard to mask the pain. He told his teacher that he had been suffering from piles, much to his-best-pal-classmate's amusement. All the girls in his class would do everything and anything for him - what else would you expect for a Prince Charming.
"Bastard," he glare at his best pal who sat a few desks behind him.
Years have passed, and it had been traumatic for him. He would shut himself in his room, not attend lessons, showing up only for tests and examinations and passed all of them with top marks. One day in school he overheard a conversation of giggling girls - it was dang easy to follow them as there was nobody around - the girls needed a smoke break.
It was then he learnt about a particular comic genre that may calm his desires.
At first, he threw a comic book across his room, cupping his mouth to curb his wracked sobs as memories of him and his first lover came unmercilessly running into his mind. However he resolved to conquer the feelings as he felt..unsatisfied. With every ending of a comic he wanted more.
He would not tell anyone that he read Boys' Love genre - anyone would laugh at him, girls and guys alike. Besides, he would guess that 99.9999 - until the infinite 0.9 of it all - % are females. And he feared he would be called a wuss even if gays (oh they hid it well but it takes one to tell) would know about his comic genre preference.
University was even harder. He could not remember how much he wanted more. His eyes gave the game away for a few seconds when his Japanese lecturer first stepped into his life.
As usual he was the best student of them all, much to his teacher's appreciation. However, he would catch glimpses of his teacher's sorrowful eyes...and time would stop there..
"Hans-san?"
His heart skipped a beat at the hint of concern of his teacher's voice - there might be something more to it. Ignoring squeals from the females, his eyes darkened and his expression turned deadpan. Yet he hoped his teacher had read his gaze.
He did not ask any question as he knew the answer to every question.
However one day he did. Much to his and his teacher's surprise. "Oh, Hans-san, you have a question?"
"Yes, Sensei." It was only to him that he would speak to and in a quiet serious voice only his ex-lover would hear. I'm hard..He snapped back to reality as he realised his ex-lover's voice had seeped into his unguarded thoughts. He bit his lip but he was about to break down. He longed for anyone to hold him - anyone..
"Sensei...what does it take...to love someone.." WHAT WAS HE ASKING?! Wasn't he supposed to ask this literature term in Japanese?!
His senses screamed - WRONG QUESTION!!! - as he saw his teacher's sudden change of expression -
but it was an expression of sorrow, despair and regret.
1
This is not what he had intended.
Being pinned against the wall against his own wish, his mouth forcibly opened by another - A MALE!!!
HOW CAN THIS BE?! His senses screamed and all the more he tried to wriggle from the strong grasp.
"Don't overdo it," came the voice.
Left my handphone in school, came back to get it, went to check on the stranger who was vomitting in the restroom and then this -!
He gasped when he suddenly felt a warm wet sensation in his member - he was mouthed! He moaned as he felt the roughness of a tongue and lips savouring his foreskin, slowly engulfing the whole of his swelling self. He felt his body would burst into flames with the unbearable heat in his body. His every verbal syllable was abruptly interrupted with every frenzy attack of his captor's eager tongue and lips.
..want..it..
He yelped in shock as his hips were roughly lifted up and his body arched in response to a sudden intrusion. His vision blurred and he could hear his blood throbbing in excitement as he craved for more.
Aah..the pain..is..exhilarating..
A cry filled the room as he burst into fatigue estacsy, his captor slumped hard on him as their breaths merged into a single rythmnic breathing..
..i love you..
Being pinned against the wall against his own wish, his mouth forcibly opened by another - A MALE!!!
HOW CAN THIS BE?! His senses screamed and all the more he tried to wriggle from the strong grasp.
"Don't overdo it," came the voice.
Left my handphone in school, came back to get it, went to check on the stranger who was vomitting in the restroom and then this -!
He gasped when he suddenly felt a warm wet sensation in his member - he was mouthed! He moaned as he felt the roughness of a tongue and lips savouring his foreskin, slowly engulfing the whole of his swelling self. He felt his body would burst into flames with the unbearable heat in his body. His every verbal syllable was abruptly interrupted with every frenzy attack of his captor's eager tongue and lips.
..want..it..
He yelped in shock as his hips were roughly lifted up and his body arched in response to a sudden intrusion. His vision blurred and he could hear his blood throbbing in excitement as he craved for more.
Aah..the pain..is..exhilarating..
A cry filled the room as he burst into fatigue estacsy, his captor slumped hard on him as their breaths merged into a single rythmnic breathing..
..i love you..
Monday, May 10, 2010
Subject: 1
"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..
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..
---------------
Hans did not see his Japanese language teacher for the rest of the day -
- until nightfall..
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
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