Got a Lot to Learn

Hisoka stood in his bedroom and looked in full length mirror. He adjusted his tie nervously. He felt thoroughly stupid. He looked like a private school -student-, not a teacher. This whole thing was a dumb idea.

But considering how agonizing it had been for Tsuzuki to ask, how could he have said no?

Hisoka sighed. He was never going to feel more ready than he did now. He stepped into the living room and surveyed the area. His desk had been turned around and was now facing a chair that had been brought in from the kitchen. Tsuzuki sat in the chair, fidgeting anxiously.

Hisoka steeled his nerves and took a deep breath. “Hello, Tsuzuki... kun.” The honorific felt awkward in his mouth. He made up for his discomfort by giving his “student” his best authoritative stare.

“Hello, Kurosaki-sensei.” Tsuzuki's voice was filled with both excitement and apprehension. Hisoka felt relieved to know that he wasn't the only one who was nervous. "Please, don't let me screw this up," he thought desperately.

He sat down at his desk. “Tsuzuki-kun, do you know why you're here?”

“Because you asked me to come?” Tsuzuki ventured.

Hisoka gave him a withering glare. “Do you know why I asked you to come, then?”

“Um, should I?”

Hisoka picked up a ruler and began to turn it around in his hands. “Tsuzuki-kun, you've been late every day this semester. You turn all of your work in late, if you turn it in at all, and when you do, it's a haphazard mess. You're loud and easily distracted. Tsuzuki-kun, I don't know what I'm going to do with you.”

Tsuzuki drooped. It was amazing how easily the “naughty puppy” expression transformed into “naughty schoolboy.” “I'm very sorry, Sensei!” Tsuzuki exclaimed. “I can explain!”

Hisoka shook his head. “No more excuses, Tsuzuki-kun.”

Tsuzuki hung his head. “I'm very sorry, Kurosaki-sensei. Please, give me another chance.”

“I've given you plenty of chances, Tsuzuki-kun.” Hisoka eyed the ruler that he was holding. “You're going to have to face the consequences.” He felt a spike of lust, and he wasn't sure if it had come from him or Tsuzuki. He gestured next to the desk. “Come here, Tsuzuki-kun.”

Tsuzuki jumped up. “Yes, Kurosaki-sensei.” He practically ran up to the desk. He looked at Hisoka, smiling excitedly. Hisoka slammed the ruler on the desk. Tsuzuki jumped.

“Tsuzuki-kun, are you happy that I'm upset?” Hisoka growled.

“Yes,” Tsuzuki said without thinking. Then his eyes widened. “Um, no! I mean, uh, what's the right answer?” He grinned sheepishly.

“This is the last straw,” Hisoka said harshly, hiding his amusement. He stood up. “Take off your pants and bend over the desk.”

Tsuzuki's breath hitched. “What, Sensei?”

“You've been very bad, Tsuzuki-kun. I'm going to have to punish you.” Hisoka had to fight to keep his voice steady under the weight of both his and Tsuzuki's arousal. “Don't make me tell you twice.”

Tsuzuki took off his pants as quickly as he could, considering how much his hands were shaking. Then he bent himself over the desk. He stood there, trembling.

Hisoka picked up the ruler and walked over to his partner. Breaking character very briefly, he leaned down to whisper in Tsuzuki's ear. “Remember, if you want me to stop, the word is 'paperwork.'” Then he stood up and walked behind Tsuzuki. He ran his hands over Tsuzuki's underwear. “You know, Tsuzuki-kun, I'm not sure that I can punish you properly if you're wearing these. Should I take them off?

“Whatever Kurosaki-sensei thinks is best,” Tsuzuki said quietly.

Hisoka nodded. “That's a very good answer.” He slowly slid Tsuzuki's underwear down, leaving his ass bare. Hisoka raised the ruler and, without warning, brought it down hard on Tsuzuki's ass. Tsuzuki's hips jerked violently, and he whimpered, but the moan that he let out was not one of pain. Hisoka struck him again and again, starting out slowly, but quickly increasing his tempo.

Tsuzuki hips bucked wildly and he moaned loudly. “Sensei,” he begged, “please, harder.”

Hisoka brought the ruler down so hard that his arm ached, and he heard a slight cracking sound under the noise of wood against flesh. “If I break this ruler on you, then you're buying me a new one,” he warned. Tsuzuki laughed shakily.

Hisoka worked to keep his partner's ass a constant shade of read, but eventually his arm grew tired and gradually slowed his pace until he had stopped completely. He rubbed Tsuzuki's ass, stroking and pinching the sore, tender skin. “Well, Tsuzuki-kun, are you sorry?”

Tsuzuki nodded quickly. “Yes, Kurosaki-sensei.”

Hisoka slipped his hand between Tsuzuki's legs and began to caress his inner thigh. “I'm not so sure. I set out to punish you, but it seems that you've enjoyed yourself. He ran his thumb along the underside of Tsuzuki's cock. “Getting so hard for a teacher. How scandalous. Maybe I should make you leave.

Tsuzuki shook his head desperately. “Please! Please, don't, Kurosaki-sensei!”

Hisoka cupped Tsuzuki's balls and began to fondle them gently. “Then again, you've been very good this whole time. Maybe you deserve a reward.” He released Tsuzuki's balls, moved his hand to the head of his partner's cock, and rubbed lightly. “Does this feel good, Tsuzuki-kun?”

Tsuzuki was panting heavily. “Please... more.”

Hisoka wrapped his hand around Tsuzuki's cock and stroked slowly. “Do you like this?”

“Yes, but-” Tsuzuki bit his lip, “could Sensei please go faster?”

“You only had to ask.” Hisoka increased his speed, taking pleasure in the yearning moans and whimpers that he coaxed from his partner. His other hand traveled over Tsuzuki's ass. He massaged and pinched roughly, not caring about the marks he left with his nails. The tiny wounds healed quickly, and for the short time that they were there, they only added to Tsuzuki's pleasure. Hisoka had to bite his tongue to keep from crying out from the emotion swirling around inside him. He moved his hands swiftly along Tsuzuki's cock until Tsuzuki came with a shout that Hisoka was sure would wake all of the neighbors.

Tsuzuki collapsed, panting, onto the desk. Hisoka walked over to the chair behind his desk on slightly unsteady feet and sat down. For a few moments, neither of them moved. Then, Tsuzuki stood up, legs quivering, and slowly made his way over to Hisoka.

Hisoka looked at him curiously. “What are you doing?”

Tsuzuki grinned slyly. “Since Kurosaki-sensei has been so good to me, I thought that I'd return the favor.” He knelt between Hisoka's legs and undid his pants. Hisoka lifted his hips, allowing Tsuzuki to pull his pants and underwear down around his knees. Tsuzuki took the head of Hisoka's cock into his mouth, and he swirled his tongue gently. Hisoka gripped the arms of his chair so hard that his knuckles turned white. Tsuzuki leaned forward, enveloping more of Hisoka's cock. He grinned at the soft moan that slipped from Hisoka's throat. He slid his lips up and down, carefully grazing his teeth ever so lightly along the length of Hisok's cock.

Hisoka shuddered. “Tsuzuki... kun,” he whispered breathily. Tsuzuki squirmed with pleasure and gave a long, slow suck. Hisoka came hard, rattling the chair. Tsuzuki laid his head on Hisoka lap, and Hisoka tenderly ran his fingers through his partner's hair.

“Good?” Tsuzuki asked quietly.

“Better,” Hisoka told him. Then, he sat up, and Tsuzuki staggered to his feet. Hisoka opened his top desk drawer and pulled out a thick manila envelope filled with incomplete case reports. He handed it to Tsuzuki, who looked at it, perplexed.

“What's this?” Tsuzuki asked.

Hisoka allowed himself the smallest of smirks. “Your homework.”

Tsuzuki wilted. “You're so mean!” he wailed.

“It's not so bad. If I have all of these on my desk by next week, I'll give you a reward.” Hisoka's eyes glinted mischievously. Oh, yes, he thought. He was going to enjoy this game.