Soon after the event in the lunchroom, the bell to move on rang. The halls are full again with students; over-packed and rushing.

Doors swing open at various times as occupants trade items into their lockers. It's almost time to wind down because classes are coming to an end. A long and drawn-out sigh makes its way through the noisy halls. Saikai walks with not much enthusiasm towards his next class.

Saikai places his hand on his belly. He rubs in circles, ruffling the tucked shirt and pulling it loose. Not minding his appearance. Relaxing in the dorm room is more ideal than going to science. Saikai yawns for the food at lunchtime, hits the spot and he's catching a bit of sleepiness. Beside him, walking ever so closely, Kisha.

Many of the young men seem to take notice in their presence, often dodging them so the two could have a clear path. Those in and out of gangs have to be respectful or face retaliation. Saikai scans the halls for any familiar face to find. His gaze attracts some awkward hellos.

His expression remains soft as it rarely becomes angered, and his attitude toward people is pretty chill. He has to guess the reason so many are avoiding him; the presence Kisha gives off. If only he would smile once in a while.

For protection, Kisha never left Saikai's side; there are goons in Asho's gang who would often make violent advances towards them. Some ended up deadly. Saikai could handle his own when fighting goons, but he couldn't risk losing or becoming injured.

Not seeing anything interesting, he returns his hands to a crossed position at his chest and his eyes venture towards Kisha. Kisha looks to be in thought, just focusing on keeping pace with Saikai. The deadpan expression doesn't hide Kisha's bouncing eyes and small eyebrow flicks. They are sudden, often requiring a studying eye to catch but Saikai knew Kisha's mind is on whatever happened earlier. It's serious because it isn't like Kisha at all and anything he feels Saikai's sure Kisha isn't going to share it. It'll be Saikai trying to decipher the events. The encounter with Crescent went unexpected and now Kisha's disrupted. Looking around the side of his head for a little bit, he decides to joke with Kisha instead.

"You and that juvie sure have some weird energy. I can't believe that ass-hat dared to stand up to you. He was shaking but golly gee, he almost drenched you in apple juice and if I wasn't reading too much into it I'd say he was going to punch you. Yet you... did nothing."

Listening to Saikai's joking tone and clear low blows to his pride, Kisha keeps his gaze forward. He ignores Saikai's pettiness. Blinking, placing hands into his pants pockets where his fingers decide to pick at the small lint buried in the corners. It makes him uncomfortable having another read his actions out loud. Being noticeable has never been a thing Kisha wants others to be able to see. He didn't like when people learned about him. 

"I couldn't hurt him," Kisha utters so that he doesn't sound weak. He has to admit that's how he feels. He froze up. That is all he could say-- a stupid thing to say, but it's the truth.

"So you're telling me you didn't even try to defend yourself because something inside said no, bad boy Kisha. You're not usually like that. You're quick on your feet and don't mind boosting your ego in front of an audience." Saikai's joking continues, shoulders rising in innocence.

Kisha abruptly looks toward Saikai and glares right into his eyes without a blink. Though he's able to successfully dance around students and keep his stride, Kisha's attention teels otherwise. A look of seriousness reflects in his eyes. He isn't in the mood. Saikai bursts into a short laugh, his head bobbling forward at the sudden reaction. That caught him off guard. He hit the nail on the head. Kisha's stares are always a bit too much; he admits and he's forced to look away like everyone else. Sometimes he was certain he had seen the devil's in those eyes when Kisha's serious. 

Over the years it evolved. The harsher life became, the more brightness Kisha lost in his expressions. Now he neither laughed, cried, nor smiled. The only emotions that show rarely are small eyebrow movements, some lip movements, and a few eye shifts.

A sign of a truly emotionally disengaged being. Cute was a word Saikai could have described him as a child for Kisha was very innocent.

He depended on everyone. His hair was always long, jet black and he was mocked for his kindness. He looked like a girl and people would mistake him for such. That was until that day came. Everything in Kisha's life changed and Saikai knew he too wished he had died.

Drawing his bottom lip up into his mouth and sucking his teeth, Saikai shrugs those not-so-broad shoulders. He looks ahead of himself, in fact, towards the bathroom where he sees a curious figure making its way inside. The halls now clearing and they're nearing their next class.

This is the time Kisha and Saikai are splitting, but the class is filled with members of their gang so they are both comfortable in leaving each other's presence.

"Hey, Kisha, I'll see you after the next period. I suddenly have to pee."

Saikai wastes no time in speeding up his stride, not even sure Kisha heard him as he's still talking, walking away. Pushing past some students in his way, he's certain that the hairstyls familiar.

Reaching out and grabbing hold of the cold doorknob, he slightly pulls the door open before he slides his frame through and allows the door to shut behind him.

Inside he scans around, leaning over to see if any of the stall doors are closed. Seems the only people in here are him and the person he's looking for. Walking up or rather creeping up, Saikai wants the element of surprise in his favor. He finds the middle stall shut closed; placing his hand on the door; with a push, he's alerted it's locked.

Smirking, Saikai steps backward, placing his hands beneath his chest and leaning against the wall adjacent to the stall. He couldn't see inside the cracks but he could hear the small streams of someone emptying their bladder.

Soon after a toilet flush, the sound of fixing clothing and the stall door is pulled open. The young man jumps when he looks up, noticing exactly who's standing before him,

"My god, Mr. Saikai, you wear a red uniform and have red hair, but you're seriously a ninja."

Saikai smirked again, looking the small-figured male up and down. This isn't a time to joke.

"I've been looking allllll~ over for you." Saikai's eyes roll heavily as he chimes. He's in a better mood now.

"After the ceremony, I returned to find that the weasel had slipped from my grasp."

"Don't be like that Mr. Saikai. Time is neither friend nor foe. I am a very busy man." The smaller male tries to sound pleading.

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Reaching out, Saikai aggressively grabs the back of the male's head, dipping it to one side as he narrows his eyes in dislike.

"You think robbing me is busy?" Now sounding a bit irritated, because the money he spent on this prostitute was enough to clear the schedule.

"Not very savvy on customer service, bitch."

Saikai begins to pull the male's head downward, gripping at the brown locks even harder. It's clear what he wants and the male didn't even put up a fight. He follows Saikai's actions, climbing down to his knees.

"Your position is much more beautiful this way. You should try barking." Saikai spits through slightly clenched teeth.

The male looks up at him with curious soft eyes.

"Is that what you wish for?" The smaller male tries to sound as if he's truly sorry.

He's used to being handled aggressively. Being in a place like this, the males here could do some damage. Though Saikai's upset about yesterday, still his actions are not so painful. Raising both hands and placing them at Saikai's waistline, the young male begins to run his hands up and down his body.

"I'm sorry." The male pleads on his knees, breath slightly heavier, giving off a more seductive tone. Pressing upward only pulls Saikai's shirt from his pants, bunching the fabric at his chest. The male drew his lip into his mouth.

"I know what you want. I'll calm you."

Raising an eyebrow in response, Saikai releases the hair, shoving the male's head to one side as he spoke. He watches as the prostitute cut him an offended glare, but then it quickly subsides. Saikai didn't mind addressing it, more concerned about himself. This useless sex worker didn't deserve the best treatment anyway. Anyone that decides sex is their only talent won't be getting his respect.

"Are you positive? Because I believe you owe me. You'll be paying back all the money I gave you until I am satisfied. You do understand what I am telling you, right?"

Saikai's long fingers soon travels to the male's face, caressing his bottom jaw sweetly before his thumb travels to his mouth. It's warm inside, twining sexually with his tongue. The thoughts send shivers in a familiar place. This prostitute knows how to turn someone on so for now he'd cut him some slack.

The man on his knees only nods at Saikai's words. No matter how many times it takes, he'd be performing services until the money matched. Saikai pulls on the male's jaw, a stream of saliva pouring from the brunette's lips, onto the back of his finger, to the male's jaw, and running down his neck.

"Hot and wet. Just like a pussy when it's stroked." A soft chime of words spill from Saikai's lips, his eyes intensely focusing on the lips of the prostitute. 

The male would take his tongue, swirling it around Saikai's thumb, clamping his plump lips to trap the finger. This wasn't big enough. It wasn't long enough. He softly sucks on the digit, slurping his running saliva.

"Gib me sometin betah."

"Get it yourself."

Pulling his soaked thumb from the male's mouth after playfully purring a hushed desire. Saikai reaches down to clean it gently on the guy's shirt. He isn't in the mood for too much foreplay.

He had to admit the way the male looks at him turns him on. It's like what he has is the very thing the brunette wants. Saikai huffs lightly, the thought of entering such a dark moistened hole after nearly 24hrs of being high and dry is pure satisfaction.

The male on his knees takes his hands reaching towards Saikai's belt, undoing his pants and allowing them to fall to his ankles.

What he has seen then, tucked halfway beneath the hanging shirt a bulge. It looks painful.

He lets out a small laugh. The fact that he holds this notorious gang leader in the palm of his hands is just so cute. Offering Saikai to hold his shirt, the brunette took the very base of it and pushed it up to Saikai's lips.

"Hnn. Hold this for me. It'll get dirty."

He exposes a very slim and slightly defined body. Beneath all that clothing was still a lean-cut piece of meat just on the thinner side. Saikai has creases and dents aligned so neatly against surprisingly clear smooth skin. Even his chest is slightly defined. Kisha had done well in protecting his leader.

Saikai readily bit down on the tip of his shirt, holding himself steady as he leans against the cold tiled wall. He feels faint, high, and impatient as the pain between his legs grows. His breathing has already turned to soft, sharp inhales; his eyes lowered and his teeth clenching the shirt.

He wants to chew it, release the pent-up desire but he holds back.

Such sensitivity to sex leads Saikai to become obsessed with it. He needs it, just as much as he needs food. Small touches would often stir him and he would even ask Kisha to help him release, but Kisha would never fulfill his needs.

This led Saikai to find the fruit in these fantasies somewhere else.

With his lips slightly pulled downward, and his breath strong, small amounts of drool began to trickle down the corner of Saikai's lips. He's paying too much to the situation to even notice the saliva tapping at his chest. The warm liquid dripping on his nipple, touched by the chill in the air sent shivers down his spine. He wants to reach up and play with the exposed nipple, having felt it growing harder.

The brunette reaches for the rim of the underwear, surprisingly seeing the tip of Saikai's hard-on peeking through. Tugging on them slightly to allow the little beast locked in the cage a chance to spring out; it did just that, popping him right in the face.

He jumps, turning cross-eyed as he looked at the throbbing object sitting on his nose.

"Hello, Mr. Saikai."

He whispers sweetly. His hot breath rubbing, brushing on the exposed erection made Saikai inhale quickly. It felt too good that he flinched, scrunching his face.

Precums already dripping at an alarming rate, having oozed out and fallen on the brunette's forehead; a nice milky line began to trace down his eye, his cheek, and to the corner of his lips.

Sticking out his tongue, he licks the trail to a halt and as he did so, his tongue travels to Saikai's shaft. Warm, rough, he caresses it with his tongue until the tip sits at the opening of his mouth.

Slightly opening, tongue sticking out to hold it in place the brunette wastes no time to plunge it deep. Hitting that little spot in the back of his throat. His moan muffled.

Saikai nearly doubles over, releasing a soft pleasurable sigh. The anticipation too much and the rush of tingling too strong. His muscles in his waist contract.

The brunette only laughs, starting to move his head back slowly slurping the excessive liquid. The taste is always sharp. Slightly salty from all the activity during the day; nonetheless, he enjoys it.

He starts with slow strokes, making sure to moisten every inch he could fit into his mouth. As Saikai responds to the desire, he increases his speed. The build-up of liquid began to spew from the corners of his mouth and drip onto his school uniform.

Saikai's already at his limit nearly thirty seconds in. He can't hold it. His thoughts racing; his body has had enough. Reaching his hand out he grabs the brunette's head, thrusting the male's mouth deeper. To the hilt.

A strong inhale, following a deep whine reverberates through the bathroom walls before he instinctively pulls the male backward to release him. Saikai climaxes, shooting his cum on the male's face, as he holds him there, forcing him to take it.

The brunette only closes his eyes in defense but he doesn't budge. Don't resist. He feels Saikai letting go of his hair, but he waits a small while before he opens his eyes.

Already Saikai's hastily adjusting his clothing. He makes sure that he's neat, tucking his shirt and checking to see if he has any stains. Leaving the brunette there to clean up the mess, Saikai looks at the young male's face. Something he has wanted to do the other day.

Beautiful body art.

Though he still feels the tingling sensation between his legs, he makes sure he doesn't allow it to make him seem as if he has been doing naughty things. He's going to class. If a teacher caught him looking disheveled he would be written up.

Sex wasn't allowed on the school grounds. He smirked, shaking his head in pity before he made his way out of the bathroom.

"See you next time."

The brunette pulls his lip into his mouth, wiping away the fluid with the back of his hand. His fingers curl into a fist, gritting teeth forces him to swallow. His small shivers become prominent, knees turning red against the cold tile. Until he's unable to contain the thoughts, he listens as the door closes before words fall from his lips.

"One day... I'll have my revenge on you all..."

(((A/N

What Saikai and the gangs believe is they're invincible. These thoughts may shatter them in the long run as they're making enemies in their path...

Tsk tsk tsk... Saikai...

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