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Chapter List
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Ping- I had to, had to do this... had to.

Kuwabara- ((0_0))

Akashi- ... I don't know, I'm starting to like this theme... >:3

::Yusuke cracks open a can of Jellied Whoop-Ass::

::Drunky cracks open can of something else::

Drunky- I got 50 on the leprechaun...

Kuwabara- ((0_0)) ::sob::

Warnings: Lemon, NCS, Language

Pairing: AkashixKuwabara ::maniacal laughter::

Disclaimer: Good news, I've been saving my money! I'll be able
to buy the rights from Yoshihiro Togashi... ::peters with calculator::
... when the winter Olympics are held on the river Styx. Read: NEVER.

Botan: Bingo! ^.^

I make no money off this and I mean no harm. Well, that's not entirely
true, but... well, just don't sue me please. *This* is what I do with all
my spare time, so you can imagine just how much exactly I have saved up...

Drunky- Heh-yay! Being broke is fun! ^_^V ::hic::

Notes: The title comes from Yusuke's remark that Akashi needed
a hobby- I couldn't agree more, and what better hobby for a vengeful, pubescent-babe
stalking beaver in a suit than this? Thanks to Zen for her kind beta. This
is part of an inpromtu series with 'Sickness' and 'Older Man.'

Hobby

Kuwabara cringed as Akashi slapped his hand on his shoulder, as he was
leaving class. His friends looked back at him worriedly, but he just nodded.
"You guys go on and get home. I can take care of this." Kuwabara indicated
the teacher over his shoulder with an unpleasant look.
The trio nodded and left, Okubo glancing back at him periodically until
they had turned the corner and were out of sight.
"Oh, you can take care of this, can you, Kuwabara? And just what is
'this' that you plan on taking care of?"
Man he hated this guy.
Kuwabara spun around a squared off against the teacher, holding his
tongue until the last students left the room. He knew well enough not to
get others involved in this- this was personal.
"Why don't you just quit dancin' around the subject! We both know you
just want to tack somethin' else onto our agreement, but it's like I already
told you- I'll do what it takes to keep Okubo's job!" Kuwabara crossed
his arms in front of his chest. He meant it, this was a vow of honor, and
nothing this sniveling twerp piled onto his shoulders was going to make
him break his promise to Okubo- he'd die before letting his friend down.
Oddly, this outburst seemed to please Akashi, rather than discourage
him. Kuwabara knew that was a little much to hope for- he didn't doubt
he'd have to run up and down Fuji every morning before making it to class
on time before his teacher would be satisfied.
No, on second thought, he just wouldn't be satisfied until he failed.
Which he assured himself once again he would not do.
His resolve hardened his features as Akashi clicked at him from behind
his teeth, shutting the door and closing off any eavesdroppers from the
hallway.
"Hm, good to hear it, Kuwabara. Our honor code is most revered, here,
and I'd hate to see you get expelled for blatantly disregarding
it!" He nannered- what Kuwabara assumed was a laugh- and turned toward
hisk. k. "Take a seat, boy."
With a growl and one last glance at the door, Kuwabara made his way
to the front of the class, taking a seat in the front row. He got a funny
feeling in his gut, one he couldn't really explain, but it gave him a bad
feeling. With a frown, he waited until Akashi had settled his things into
his case and appeared ready to leave for the day.
There was a long moment of silence, only the fading sounds of students
heading home and evening birds chirping in the trees. Kuwabara held in
a sigh, not wanting to alert Akashi to his discomfort- if he got wind of
it, he'd keep him after until the next morning! But then that really only
served to make sure he didn't get his face ground into the dirt again by
old punks that smelled blood and were itching for cheap revenge. It was
this thought that had him sitting still and patiently until the man was
ready to get on with his daily dose of 'pain in the ass.'
Sitting on the edge of his desk, Akashi sneered down at Kuwabara, staring
at him for a long time through narrowed eyes. The unflinching stare and
the smile that graced his features made that funny feeling in Kuwabara's
belly grow. He swallowed hard, and almost as if that were some exclamation,
Akashi began to speak.
"I must say, you've held up your end of the bargain quite well, though
I don't doubt the science test will be the end of you..." Another chuckle
at Kuwabara's growl. "I really am rather impressed. I didn't think you'd
last five minutes, let alone five days. Your face seems to be worse for
wear, but then it wasn't much to look at in the first place, was it?"
Kuwabara felt a swell of indignant rage. This beaver was sitting here,
calling him ugly?? He clenched his jaw to keep himself from blurting
that out. If he was going to get nailed for insulting a teacher, he'd sure
as heck wait until he had enough ammo to make it worthwhile- though this
came rather close.
"Hm? We're you going to say something?" Akashi asked kindly.
Kuwabara felt a single bead of sweat nagging at his temple as he shook
his head no, clenching the fabric of his pants in his fists almost painfully.
His feeling was turning down right terrible, and he feared he may get sick
all over the desk.
"No? Hm." Akashi scooted closer to the edge of his desk and slipped
his hands into his pockets, flipping the length of his blazer behind him.
In his pockets, Akashi drummed his fingers. "Well well well... seems that
big mouth of yours has finally run out of things to say..." His eyes narrowed
further and he cocked his head, considering, with an evil sneer. "You've
proven yourself to be quite loyal to your friends, as I was saying, that
it makes me wonder exactly to what extent you'll go to to protect them."
Kuwabara opened his mouth to tell him he'd do anyg, bg, but for one
he'd be repeating himself, for another Akashi likely didn't care, and lastly...
he just felt so wrong. His eyes flickered to the door, silence and darkness
the only thing lying beyond as the sun slowly sat.
"Hm? How far would you go, Kuwabara?" He asked quietly, lightly, eyes
pinning him to his seat.
Kuwabara's expression turned fierce- he wouldn't let this jerk scare
him, no way. What could he do? He was just a teacher.
"I'd like to test that."
"I told you already!" Kuwabara snapped his mouth shut with an audible
click. Damn his mouth for moving faster than his brain! He was so busy
chastising himself, he almost didn't hear what Akashi said next. Once it
sank in, he wished he hadn't. "W-what?"
"I said, come here." Akashi slipped a hand free and beckoned with a
finger. Unsure, Kuwabara slid out from behind the desk and took two steps
to stand in front of Akashi. "Closer." He simpered. Kuwabara took a little
step forward. "Closer..." He whispered. When Kuwabara shifted more than
stepped forward, Akashi's hand shot out and grabbed him by the collar,
yanking his face close. "Now..." He breathed, seeming to closely study
Kuwabara's features. "On your knees."
Kuwabara choked back a cry, his eyes widening. He felt himself break
out into a cold sweat as the feeling in his gut rose up to grip his heart
in a painful squeeze- there was no way this was what he thought it was.
When he made no move to comply, Akashi moved his own face closer. In response,
Kuwabara pulled back as far as he could, giving Akashi the opportunity
to twist his collar and push him to the floor.
Kuwabara landed on all fours, staring at the tiles and brown loafers,
his breathing coming in short, quick gasps. He could hear his pulse pounding
in his ears, and even though it was deafening, he could hear Akashi's zipper
clearly over the roar. His breathing hitched and he almost coughed, sweat
trickling freely down his temple to drip onto the back of his hand.
Without warning, sharp fingers buried themselves into his hair and wrenched
his head up. Akashi smiled down at Kuwabara's stark, disbelieving face.
"That's it, you just keep deluding that pathetic brain of yours into thinking
this isn't real- but it is, boy, and unless you want me to call the deal
off and get Okubo fired, you'd better find good use for that mouth of yours."
Kuwabara was shaking as he dragged his eyes from Akashi's face down
to his lap- at the hand still in the pocket stroking himself. Kuwabara's
eyelids slammed shut and he felt himself wobble, but the hand held him
firmly in place, keeping him cruelly rooted in reality. He gulped and held
his breath as his face was pushed firmly against Akashi's lap, squeezing
his eyes tight as his cheekbone was prodded with firm flesh through cott

"You said you'd do anything..." Akashi reminded, somewhat breathless.
To see him like this... helpless and at his mercy- it was worth the risk
of getting caught just to have this to forever hold over his head. To teach
this fool a lesson, that the world was a harsh place with no place for
disrespectful punks- everyone got what they had coming to them. Just like
that wretch Urameshi got his.
"Wh-why?" Kuwabara stuttered, not daring to open his eyes.
Akashi released himself and removed his other hand from his pocket,
trailing his fingertips along Kuwabara's cheekbone, bruised and sharp.
"Hm... Almost... pretty." Akashi mused. "Well?"
"But why? You-you hate me, why are you doing this??" Kuwabara's voice
was strained, the will to live forcing him to breathe, the musk of the
flesh before him stinging the back of his throat. Tears stung the corners
of his eyes, though tears were not something he was prepared to give this
man.
"What, do you think this has something to do with love? Hn! This has
to do with power, Kuwabara, don't you know anything at all? No, I suppose
you don't- and that's really what this all comes back to. Now, be a good
boy and do as you're told so you can hurrye ane and try to get some studying
to sink through that thick skull of yours!" His fingers slid down to Kuwabara's
mouth, trailing an errant bead of sweat down to his lips. "Do a good job
and we'll consider this the last stipulation of our deal."
Kuwabara's entire body shook with a mixture of emotions, the cold of
the tiles seeping into his bones. How could he believe this man? His mind
roared like a train, tearing him in a million different directions before
absolute silence delivered him an answer- How could he afford to not obey?
He pictured Okubo's face, his family, starving on the streets. Placing
that image in his heart for strength, Kuwabara swallowed hard one last
time before pulling his face back and reaching up with shaky hands. He
opened the front of Akashi's briefs, his cock slipping into open air, quivering
and red and angry.
Akashi feathered his fingers through the short hairs at the nape of
his neck as Kuwabara pressed forward reluctantly, his throat closing with
painful jerks of muscle. With one final oath to Okubo, he opened his mouth
and guided the head of Akashi's cock to his lips. His mouth was instantly
filled with a salty taste, his lips feeling slimy as he closed them around
the tip. He squeezed his eyes shut, concentrating beyond even the nails
scratching at the back of his head and the elated sigh from above.
His lips trembled as the chilled tips of his fingers slowly guided the
shaft of swollen flesh deeper into his mouth. Not really sure what to do
next, he held it there, felt the weight against his tongue. Another whimper-moan
and more fluid stung the back of his throat. Tears slipped free of his
eyes and he took several deep breaths through his nose. The fingers cupping
his skull moved down to his shoulders, then away, to hide in the pockets
of his blazer.
This gave Akashi the pleasure of seeing Kuwabara clumsily mouthing his
cock without any physical provocation. This brought another moan and another
twitch to his shaft, and he rotated his hips, forcing himself just a tiny
bit further down Kuwabara's throat. This was almost perfect. Just one more
thing...
"Undo your pants." He ordered in a clipped tone. The pressure around
his sex tightened menacingly. "Ah ah ah!" He waggled his finger acusingly.
"One touch of tooth and you'll be out of this school so fast your heaill ill spin!" Kuwabara opened his eyes and glared accusingly up at the man,
who smiled in response. "Surely you don't think anyone will believe you?
What, with your record and all..."
Kuwabara made an angry noise and his face flushed pink as his hands
dropped like lead weights to the front of his blue uniform pants.
"Now," Akashi continued, concentrating again on the tongue supporting
his aching member. "Think of something pleasant." He offered helpfully.
Kuwabara roughly shoved his hand into his pants, and after a sidelong glare
down a pointy nose, under the waist of his boxers. He clenched his eyes
shut and waited for some inner strength. "Well, come on, we don't have
all day! Pick up the pace!" He screeched, smiling again when his student
pulled back until only the head of his cock remained inside the intense
heat of his mouth, then pushed forward, swallowing almost all of it.
His tongue worked, rejecting the intruder but at the same time exciting
it and receiving more rolling of the hips to push it deeper and more salty
fluid to burn his throat. Kuwabara searched frantically for something 'pleasant'
so he could end this waking nightmare. His mind's eye roved from various
busty beauties, to dream girls, to vague sensations, finally landing on
one face that made his flesh warm, despite his situation. The candy sweet
lips, pink and wet, were open and calling his name; the smooth, caramel
skin writhed against him as deep chocolate eyes framed with long dark lashes
beckoned him. His shaft firmed in his fist as he stroked, a parody of pleasure,
as his vision laughed like the tinkling of bells and-... he lost the image,
forced it from his mind.
Brows furrowed, Kuwabara sucked the cock in his mouth hard, forcing
himself to ignore everything as he played over a particularly interesting
video hrienriend had snuck over once. That sweet face, warm and full of
so much emotion that he couldn't convey- he refused to sully that dream
with this filth.
Akashi managed to keep his eyes open, wanting to watch every bead of
sweat, every trail of tears, every bit of flesh disappear past the boy's
lips. Kuwabara's eyes were nearly shut, moist with unshed andanteanted
tears that caught on his lashes, his cheeks stained red and dotted with
sweat, and Akashi wondered if he would ever again look so desirable. Never
a word he had considered with regard to this trash, but the heat from his
groin was pulsing waves of pleasure up his spine and twisting his thoughts,
creating emotion where there was none.
Inside his pockets his hands clenched and unclenched, sweaty, and his
head began to rock in a rhythm his hips yearned to copy. He forced his
eyes from Kuwabara's face, down the edge of his desk to his hands, one
planted firmly on the the floor, the other quickly jerking inside his pants.
The tip of his tongue snaked out and ran along the underside of his front
teeth.
"Take it out." He whispered, voice hoarse. His eyes widened when Kuwabara
obeyed with only a small sound of resistance, which reverberated deliciously
along his shaft. Akashi took a shaky breath to recover, trying hard to
distance himself from orgasm. His eyes narrowed as Kuwabara removed his
reluctant organ, fisting it roughly in an attempt to reach a quick finish.
But it wasn't the attempt at an easy out that angered him- it was the sheer
size of the brute.
Brute he was.
Akashi felt a pang of vicious resentment. With a snarl, he planted his
feet firmly on the floor and snapped his hips forward. With a grunt Kuwabara
took the motion in stride, swallowing what he could and rocking his head
back to compensate for what he couldn't. It might not have been as much
as he himself possessed, but it was enough to cause discomfort, and Akashi
used that against him, reaching out to again grip the back of his head.
Fingers tangled in red curls, he forced himself all the way in, causing
Kuwabara to choke and more tears to spring to his eyes.
Akashi shivered, biting his lip and glaring at the boy's groin. Behind
the meaty palm lay shadows and pale flesh, a light dusting of barely visible
hair disappearing into his trousers. He was so lovely, so damn fuckable,
and even as he denied it he felt his belly tighten with it. He sped up,
fingers spearing into the sides of Kuwabara's face as he pounded into his
mouth, and Kuwabara, already adjusted, took it without complaint, determined.
He curled his tongue, stabbing and squeezing the cock slamming into
the back of his throat, taking out his weak anger and at the same time
sensing he was nearly through the ordeal. He hummed as a jolt of particularly
powerful sensation shot up from between his fingers, feeling the answering
shiver from the bastard before him. Taking a deep breath, he groaned deep
and low, pulling the gutteral sound up from his chest that rattled Akashi
to the core, sending the man into shocked spasms. The man doubled over,
eyes squeezed shut as his thrusts became short and sharp, his breathing
halting.
Realizing he didn't want to walk away from this with a hard on, Kuwabara
tightened the ring of his fingers around his own organ, pulling and pushing
until he felt his belly tighten and his balls follow suit. Akashi opened
his eyes and watched as Kuwabara's eyelids fluttered, his breathing deepening
as his hand and mouth both sped up. He swallowed forcibly as Kuwabara shuddered,
coming silently into his palm. His mouth seemed to grow insanely hotter
and wetter, the lips surrounding the base of his cock swelling to red lusciousness
as Kuwabara's back arched, his seed coating his hand and the desk leg.
Akashi had one last good thrust before he too came, with a low whine.
His fingers splayed across Kuwabara's cheeks as the teen grunted, his fluid
filling his mouth and slipping past his lips to drip lazily down his flushed
neck. Akashi watched numbly as a bead disappeared beneath his blue collar,
continuing to rock with the aftershocks as he followed the imagined continued
path down the length of Kuwabara's shaking body.
Realizing he had stopped breathing, Akashi gasped and stood straight,
pulling his limp cock free, groaning at the sight and sound as the boy's
thickened lips released him. He stared for some time as Kuwabara tried
to compose himself, hastily stuffing his member back into his pants. Face
still flushed and chest still heaving, Kuwabara stood and glared down at
him. He spat the remnants of him onto the floor and, wiping his chin with
his sleeve, he waited. His pale cheeks were painted a dusky rose, his full
lips shiny and dark, his bright curls loose and haphazard, framing his
narrow, sharp eyes.
"We're done now." It was a statement, not a question, and with that,
Kuwabara turned on his heel and rushed from the room, grabbing his book
bag as he left. The door slammed behind him with a tone of finality.
Akashi felt as disheveled as he looked- this wasn't fair! The boy was
supposed to be broken and pathetic! That base life form was supposed to
be devastated and ashamed and utterly cowed, leaving him standing tall
and victorious! Worst case scenario, he wasn't going to go through with
it at all, ending in a forfeit. But no! That worthless spawn hadn't been
broken- he had left proud and strong and beautiful, leaving him weak with
defeat and want. This wasn't supposed to happen!! This wasn't what was
supposed to happen at all!
Still breathless, Akashi stood and slipping back into his pants, tried
to gain some semblance of calm as his mind chattered away at him. Straightening
himself as best he could without the aid of a mirror, he grabbed his case
and left the room, thick with the scent of them both. The tumultuous roar
of his thoughts halted as he encountered Kuwabara once again at the front
doors. He had just ended some conversation with Iwamoto, and neither looked
too enlightened from the experience. Their eyes breiefly met and Akashi
felt fear- fear that what had started out as a power trip had turned into
something he couldn't control. Fear that he had given this youth more power
then he'd already had.
The look he gave Akashi could have melted glass, and in an instant the
teen had turned was was marching away. Iwamoto glanced at him, and Akashi
coughed, straightening his tie again as he walked to stand nearer to his
confidant, watching the large teen walk away.
"What exactly have you been up to, Mr. Akashi?" Iwamoto asked somewhat
blithely.
Akashi cleared his throat, eyes never leaving Kuwabara. "Just driving
a point home." He answernot not feeling the smugness his voice suggested.
Iwamoto chuckled mirthlessly. "I don't think there's any use, Mr. Akashi-
trash like that never learn..."
Akashi found himself nodding. As Kuwabara turned the corner and left
the courtyard, he spared one last hate filled glare before disappearing.
"Well, perhaps they just need to be taught more than once..." He mused,
smiling.

**********

::Yusuke chases screaming Akashi off screen::

::Kuwabara chases screaming Ping off screen::

Druggy- I got 50 on the redhead...
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