for the fun of it

The President of the Student Council stood rigidly, his hand frozen over the door knob of the Student Council’s room. The door was open at a fraction so that only when someone who is really close to door can see into the room.

And the President could swear that not even one minute had passed after he left the room.

“I love you.”

The President felt a shiver run through his body. It wasn’t that he was being homophobic. It’s just that confessions aren’t something that he was used to yet. For example, he couldn’t get used to someone sneaking up behind him, giving him a bear hug from behind and whispering with a warm breath, “President, I caught you!”

Like right now.

He could feel his Secretary tip toeing, trying to see what is going inside the room. He spun around, slapped his hand over the Secretary’s eyes then almost immediately slapped his mouth to muffle his ‘WHOA’. The Secretary stood still quietly, his hands hanging by his sides limply.

The President listened closely. A moan escaped from the young man in the room. Obviously, they were too busy to care about what’s going on outside.

“Move,” he hissed.

The Secretary nodded his head and together, still in the same position, they moved stiffly away from the Student Council’s room to the stairwell at the end of the corridor.

“Keep it down, ok?” the President said before moving his hands away slowly from his Secretary.

He cleaned his hands casually against his pants. “Come on, it’s almost time for class,” he said quickly, adjusting his spectacles as he looked at his Secretary who was almost a head taller.

“What’s happening inside there?”

“Nothing much.”

The President looked down, observing how much cleaner his shoes were compared to his Secretary.

“Then why were you being so secretive?”

“I wasn’t.”

He checked his watch. The bell’s going to ring any time soon.

“Yes, you were.”

“No, I’m not.”

This year’s summer is really warm. So warm that he felt his face was burning for some - any! - reason. Yes, the President thought to himself, definitely the summer and not anything else.

“Tell me about it,” the Secretary began to whine loudly.

The bell rang loudly as though it was an air raid siren.

“IS IT SEX?”

The President’s eyes widened upon hearing it. No, the Secretary was not screaming at the top of the voice. It was just that the usually empty-head-of-that-Secretary had actually nailed it so the word ‘sex’ seemed to have echoed through the siren, out of the school building and into outer space. Martians probably would hear it if they left their observance satellite on during their bed time.

“What are you talking about?” he said defensively, then tapped a finger on his Secretary’s forehead lightly. “How did you get to that conclusion anyway?!”

“It must be sex. You blush every time you talk about sex.”

“Wh-wh-what? I’m not blushing! It’s the summer heat, idiot!”

Like a dog in its mating season, the Secretary sprinted down the corridor. The President - who knew where the Secretary was running to - gave chase frantically and panicked when he saw the Secretary reached out for the Student Council Room's door knob!

Immediately, he jumped onto the (empty-headed) man fiercely and a loud bang disturbed the silence as the Secretary’s (empty) head made an unforgettable impact onto the tough door. The unconscious man slid face-down along the smooth surface of the door and laid (still face-down) with his head just a few zero point units away from the door. The President sat over his Secretary, sweating profusely, catching his breath.

Thud!

The door opened outwards.

Thud! Thud! Thud!

The door connected with the Secretary’s head a few more times before a curious head of his teacher - whom the President knew all too well - popped out from behind the door. Fuming, the Student Council’s President met his teacher's gaze with a glare that could send the Secretary yelping away in fright (if he was not unconscious) with his hand outstretched.

“From now on, I’m holding the keys.”

Afterword

"YOU CAN'T BE SERIOUS!"

His lover held up a maid's costume. Alax-sensei squealed in delight.

"WHO IN THE WORLD'S GONNA WEAR THAT?! And stop squealing you -!" Hans let out a cry of exasperation.

"Hans daaaaliiiiguuuuu..." Alax whined, his eyes as wide as a puppy's.

"I'M NOT YOUR DARLING!!!" Hans tried in vain to struggle from Alax-sensei's teasing embrace, "and Sensei - " he complained to his lover - "how in the world did you ever get to meet this creature!" His voice rose to a thrill as he tried very hard to push the whining doctor away.

"Ohohoh!" Alax squealed, "canshewearitcanshewearit?!"

Hans turned to where Alax-sensei was pointing excitedly to and groaned in exasperation. "Sensei," he said to his lover, "would anyone call a sex doll 'she'?"

"Alax-san would!" His lover answered, wiping his tears from his eyes from laughter.

"ALAX WATARI!!!!" Hans could take it no longer. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!"

There was furious clinking of metal as Hans - to his horror - watched helplessly as the excited male had helped himself to the sex doll which Hans and his lover bought just for the fun of it. "F*k the maid attire, she's PERFECT without anything on!"

"Alax..sensei.." Hans clamped his hand to his mouth as he watched the frenzied speed of the man grinding his member into the frontal hole of the sex doll. What made it worse was the excited fella had switched on its girlish sounds.

Hans left the room to the balcony, half-disgusted and feeling hard at the same time - because his reactions mirrored the doll's a lot when his lover did the same to him. Somehow he wondered how the sex doll came into their lives.

"Curiousity is dangerous, is it not?" he heard a familiar voice whispering into his ear as he felt warm hands sliding around his waist, "having bought the doll.."

"Cut it," he struggled within his lover's inviting embrace. He felt embarrassed having a third party in the apartment although they have their moments alone together. "Why do I get the feeling Alax-sensei would ask if he could have that doll.."

*****

A few days later in the university, Hans received many texted messages on his handphone from Alax-sensei to come to the sick room.

Hans almost fainted when he opened the door to the sick room.

He was right after all.

10

"Hans-"

"F*K OFF!"

"Hans-san.."

Only that voice could stop him. From progressing. From fleeing. From escaping.

Afternoon's summer sun shone into the room but he was crying.

Betrayed, again.
Raped, again.

He could not take it anymore. He was about to get up -

but his head too was heavy - like a huge iron - he slumped back down into the bed. HIS BED!!!! "I want to go home...Ian.." He closed his eyes and turned to his side in pain.

"Do not mention his name ever again."

The voice was firm - and deadly.

The voice reached into his head. He recognised it.

"Sensei.."

He felt a shadow looming over him, "Hai.." he heard the voice..him..

"I hate you.." he snuggled up to the warm embrace, "..i think.."

A gentle chuckle danced in the air. "Really, you think?" He felt warm lips pressing onto his forehead. "Sleep, all will be fine.."

"Sensei.." Hypontised by his new lover's voice he could only reach out feebly before he drifted to sleep.

I'm here
always with you.

9

It was too late. All too late. He felt his bermudas were suddenly - yet gently - pulled down. He felt his member swelled in response to - A HAND!?!! - stroking it.

"Aah.." came the voice, "as expected.."

"ARE YOU DR-" he could not scream. In his dunkard state he could only moan in submission at the - clumsiness of a - TONGUE?!! "First..time..?" his tongue was numb, he was about to drift to sleep.

"Y-yesss.." came the drunk reply. "I..he..wanted to hurt you..I resolve to protect you..I thought..I have a purpose to live..after my divorce.."

Every single syallable was emphasised with a warm wet - and sometimes very cold - sensation. "I want..to..protect..you..so..I..must...have..you.."

He could not do anything. The tongue and lips were clumsy at first - he gasped. "I-I cumed.." CUMED?!!!! WHOSE MOUTH IS THAT?!!

He heard a whisper..a polite whisper...

"May I..cum..in..you?"

***

One moment led to another. And there was improvement in every new moment. He did not know who it was. Or perhaps he knew. There was a huge weight above him - a very huge and heavy weight. Yet he felt protected by this weight and nothing could tear him and the weight apart. Curse that mixed-up heritage of a human! No manners to wait for a response!

He hated it. Every single moment of it. He had no say. He could only react. Yet his body jerked in welcome with every stroke, every lick, every search of himself, from his skin..to within..he loved how he was stroked, touched, carassed, forced..yet he hated it, "Get off..Ian.." he was about to dream in slumber..

"Ian..I am not.."

"Who..are you..no..you're not.."

His teacher whispered into his ear

I am..

8

He really was about to throw himself off the balcony (he found it) if his teacher had not grabbed him, "We did not do anything."

"Like I wanna know!" he was screaming and kicking in the tight grasp, pleading to be free.

"You will not," came the firm voice. "You drank too much."

He felt as if he was a beanbag being thrown on something soft. He could not understand much. He could only figure his ex-lover was released for a while but was arrested back to the asylum. And it was only 2 weeks ago his ex-lover had been released for good.

He was been watched.
By Ian
All the while.

He's my bitch..the words quoted by his teacher from his ex-lover as a warning reeled in his head.

I am his..bitch.."I'm nobody's bitch!" He was about to yell that when he felt his stomach would shoot out from his mouth. Overcame with disgust and despair he could only expressed through all the sake he had drank - and now, erupted. He could not bear the pain any longer, he was crying in confusion, calling out only his Sensei's first name.

He threatened to hurt you..he remembered what his teacher had said.

"And you.."

An hour had passed since his stomach had thrown everything out. He sat up, weakly, probbed against the pillows. He did not care if he was lying with his legs open or not - he suddenly felt hard. He gasped when he felt a weight on the cloth that separated himself - and the weight.

 The weight started to move..up..and down..where he had went hard.

"This is...how they do it..in the manga..?"

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!!!!" he screamed.

7

Hans had never been angry before. Never.

He had decided to protect his teacher for all his life.

"W-wait.." he realised he had missed out something very important. "You divorced..for me?"

He had never seen his teacher more downcast than before. What he was about to hear got him almost sleepless.

"Years ago in middle high a student approached me."

"Male? Female?" AND WHY WAS HE ASKING?!!!

"Male."

AND HE WAS NOT THE FIRST ONE?!!!!

"So-so..w-what happened.." he felt that the room was spinning faster than before.

"At first I thought he was being friendly. He stayed behind and chatted with me. It was not long when he told how he felt about me. As I was married, I refused."

"Who was he?" AND WHY WAS HE ASKING AGAIN?!!!

The only instinct was to run to the nearest balcony - if the apartment had one - and throw himself off from there.

"Your friend, Ian Anderson."

6

"Get lost."

His only answer.

He shut the door.

And began to weep.

His cellphone rang. He knew who it was.

"Sake..one last time..?"

***

No words were spoken in his teacher's car as he was brought to the apartment. However that night he drank.
He drank as much as he could, refusing to hear anything his teacher would say.

Before he could reach for another round, a hand grabbed him.

"Please listen."

***

The cup in his hand would drop if he had not tried all his might to put it down.

"You..what.."

And he was listening. Listening to every single word that was said. That was told. He could not believe. His head was reeling with shock.

..Ex-lover
..released
..sought him out
..scuffled his teacher
..warning
..resolved
..divorced.