Student Teacher

Student Teacher

Prologue

Lovebuggie


Warning: 2+1 Sexual situations, angst, lust, and so on and so forth.

Disclaimer: I do not own GW or its characters. You gotta believe me!!!


Two hands reached for his shoulders, pushing him roughly against the tiled bathroom wall. The violet eyes bore into his not letting him look away for an instant.

“Are you sure you still don’t want to break the rules?”


Part One:
Getting to Know You

Cobalt eyes scanned the medical yellow of the hallway, and watched as students ran/walked to their first class without really caring if they were late, but wanting to give teachers’ an impression on the first day that they were not total idiots. Heero snorted in a derisive humor and turned back to the classroom filled mostly with the students talking about the summer vacation and their hot girl/guy they hooked up with while they spent a week at the beach or some foreign island. They had taken their seats leisurely like there was plenty of time for them to get their socializing done as well as time to ignore the warning bell which most disregarded anyway.
Heero’s attention turned away from the ceaseless babbling and he turned his attention on the teacher he would be “helping”. She wasn’t paying attention to the students either. She was busy typing away at her computer, probably focusing on a gossipy e-mail to one of her fellow teachers. Heero wondered if she had a lesson plan for the day at all.

The 21-year-old college student had begrudgingly agreed to come to the high school and try student teaching. You wouldn’t think the silent, and enigmatic young man would want anything to do with the people that made him grit his teeth in frustration at their ignorance, but you would be surprised how tolerant he could be as long as he stopped looking at them and pretended he was talking to dummies instead of real humans, it wasn’t far from the truth, most students sat in their seats with glazed eyes not paying attention to anything the teachers had to say.

“Are you ready Mr. Yuy?” The 40-something woman asked looking up at him through the rims of her glasses. Heero gave her an affirmative “Hn” and watched as she stood to begin class.

Just as the bell rang, a tall figure sauntered into the room, and took a seat in the back of the room, not before giving Mrs. Keller a nice “how you doin?” whistle. The class laughed, and watched as Duo Maxwell made his entrance. Heero’s eyes narrowed, but he quickly turned his attention from the attractive youth and focused on his task. He had agreed indirectly that he would grade Mrs. Keller’s first quarter finals, and there was already a pile where his desk was supposed to be. Heero glared at the pile, his glare furious enough to make the paper’s burst into flames if it had been possible. Heero barely heard the tenor voice say:

“So Mrs. Keller, who’s the new man? You gotta a new play thing? How could you do that to me, you know we had a lil something for one another...” Heero lifted his eyes long enough to see the violet eyed boy winking devilishly at the teacher, making her blush furiously. Heero’s jaw tightened. Somehow he knew that this would be a long day...

Mr. Yuy to You

The class went by relatively quickly. Heero ignored most of the antics that momentarily interrupted Mrs. Keller’s monotone spiel. He was racing through the tests feeling nothing if bored, and occasionally glancing up to see Mrs. Keller writing something on the board. The only reason Heero looked up was because every time Mrs. Keller brought the piece of chalk to the chalkboard it would scratch horribly making his ear drums bleed.
On one such occasion, Duo covered his ears, and shouted:
“Mrs. Keller, I know I’m good, but I’m not that good.” Heero rolled his eyes at the boy’s reference to the female or. Th. The class burst into laughter, and Mrs. Keller was blushing again, but she laughed and went on with the class as if Duo’s interruptions were nothing. Heero shot the youth a scathing glare. Duo responded with a playfully innocent look, then a cheeky wink and a blowing of a kiss ending with the peace sign. Heero managed not to snort, and looked back down at his paper work without a second thought to it. He aggressively marked the papers up with red marks and sometimes blunt comments that would have made Mrs. Keller blush and shake her head.
When the bell rang, Heero looked up to see what time it was. It was third mod, so he had time for a 45 minute lunch break. Heero grunted unpleasantly at the thought of being stuck eating his lunch with Mrs. Keller and her simpering friends for another afternoon, so he grabbed his brown wallet and stuffed it into his pocket, walking off without a second look.
In the hall, he was stopped by a low whistle. Only to see Duo looking at him with smoldering half-lidded eyes, and aokedoked smile on his smirking face. Heero stopped only for a few moments shooting him “what do you want?” glance.
“Your awfully pretty for a boy.” Duo teased with a low voice that made something awaken inside Heero. Heero shielded this emotion with a cold glance at the student.
“Hn.” Was his only response as he turned his back.
“Ah c’mon Mr. Yuy. Let’s have some fun after school, I need some help with my English homework.” Duo simpered growling in Heero’s ear. Heero snapped his ear away from the offending words.
“I don’t teach English.” Heero hissed and hurried down the hall away from the strangeness of the situation at hand.
~*~*~
Heero didn’t encounter the scandalous student for the rest of the day. He had almost forgotten the whole incident as he was driving home. In fact, he had utterly dismissed it as a one time thing as he walked up to the front door of his apartme
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He sat at his desk still grading some more papers Mrs. Keller had made sure to give him before he left. Heero grimaced at the thought of Mrs. Keller actually smiling at him as she handed him the stack of papers and apologetically explained that she had so many other things to do and needed the papers for tomorrow...
“Hn.” Heero growled as he finished the last one. The clock on his computer read midnight. Heero carefully stuffed the papers into his blue shoulder bag got got ready for bed. He stripped of his clothes and stepped into the heat of his shower. The water splashed over the width of his shoulder blades as he bent his head under the spray.
He ran hands through his hair thinking about what the next day would hold. He was thinking of the potential paperwork he would have to finish in that 8 hour period when a pair of violet eyes parted through his thoughts, and interrupted his very frame of mind. Heero’s head popped up as he remembered the silky whisper of the student in his ear. Heero gave a low moan as he remembered the heat in the boy’s eyes. Heero shook himself back to reality, and flipped the temperature of his shower to ice cold. Heero let out a gasp and his mind went blank and his body was sprayed unmercifully with the icy water. He sighed and refused to think anything of the school for fear that the same thoughts of Duo would enter his head.
The region below his waist had almost made a salute to the sexual thoughts that had been rudely interrupted by his professional attitude towards the high school and his “teaching” job. Heero grunted roughly, and stopped the water, stepping out of the wet surroundings and wrapping a white tower loosely around his waist. He wiped the steam from his mirror and gave himself a stern look.
‘You will not think of him again. You have a job to complete then you can forget all about this and put it behind you.’ Heero took a deep breath and dried off his body. He threw the towel to the floor, and left the bathroom.
He draped a pair of green boxers about his waist and climbed under the covers. Heero fell asleep almost instantly. It seemed like a peaceful sleep as you looked at his peaceful features, but that night his mind was active with intensely passionate dreams.

Two sweaty bodies lie on the bed, nakedness only haphazardly covered but a thin blanket. Their breath was coming in short gasps, but their pleasure was the only thing on their minds, and it didn’t seem to matter if they were breathing or not. Two experienced hands reached and gripped the man’s thighs, and inched up to the erected area. There was a low moan in the boy’s ear, encouraging him to go forth with the sinful deed...

Heero flew to a sitting position. There was sweat droplets falling down his forehead, his bangs matted onto the smooth skin. Heero felt hiser rer region aching from neglect, but Heero could not bring himself to finish the deed with wicked thoughts of the student who was not legal. He gave a shuddering sigh, and filled his thoughts with one of his exes to make the aching disappear, it wasn’t as good as it could be, but at least he could get up that morning without a fairly obvious bulge in his pants. Heero’s cheeks actually flushed at the thought.

Flirtation

Heero entered the building with a truly unpleasant scowl on his face. He practically slammed the classroom door as he unlocked it and turned on the lights. Mrs. Keller was late again, but had seemed to prepared for Heero’s presence with a pile of work already at his seat. Heero growled slightly and sat down waiting and working anxiously for the day to end.
Heero was regulated to hall duty during second mod, and watched for any “stragglers”. Heero really couldn’t care less about the students taking their sweet time to get to class. The only thing that tested his patience were couples that stood in the hallway and sucked face. All Heero had to do was growl, and they were dispersed to their individual classes.
Heero leaned against the lockers next to the classroom he had been assigned to. His eyes darted along the hallway, but he saw nothing. Most students weren’t stupid enough to be walking his designated zone if they were skipping class. So when he heard light footsteps he looked around the corner in surprise.
A familiar face smirked at him and a hand waved once in his direction. The walk was a cool saunter, the hips moving hypnotically with the rest of the lean frame. Heero kept his cold face on, and asked in a monotone voice:
“Do you have a hall pass?” The student grinned, and the amethyst eyes glowed impishly.
“No. Are you going to write me up?” The tone was one of sarcastic amusement with an underlying heat. Heero’s frown deepened.
“Go back to class.” Was all Heero said before he turned his back and began his walk along the hallway. He heard a low chuckle. And then he felt the hands on his hips and the lips near his ear.
“Don’t you want to break the rules?” Came the low whisper. Heero growled and pulled away from the embrace. Heero took out the detention sheets, and quickly filled one out handing the pink copy sharply to the youth grinning in front of him. He shot the boy a deadly glare, but it didn’t seem to affect him.
“You can stand here if you want to, but an administrator is going to be walking down this hallway in a few minutes looking for you.” Heero hissed. Duo’s eyes flashed brilliantly for a moment. He looked angrily at Heero, and his jaw muscle tensed.
“Are you so boring? You have to get everyone in trouble if they don’t listen to you? Do you follow every rule?” Duo’s words were seething with frustration. Heero didn’t reply which seemed to anger him more.
“Fine, keep that stick up your ass. See if you can make it through this semester without going crazy with boredom and no sex.” Duo turned his back on the now stunned student teacher. Heero astonishment lasted only a moment before he groaned with exasperation.
Back in the classroom, he kept his attention on grading the classes warm-ups. Duo didn’t seem to pay much attention to him, and for some reason unknowns to Heero, it bothered the student teacher to no end. He ignored it with a growl and went back to his work. Duo was a student, he shouldn’t be giving him a second thought anyway.
Mrs. Keller interrupted herself to introduce Heero to the class.
“Ahem... class, I would like you to meet our new student teacher Mr. Yuy.” Heero looked up, glaring at nothing in particular, but feeling a strong dislike for the woman who had destructed his anonymity. Mrs. Keller smiled broadly at him ande a e a gesture for him to stand.
“Would you like to tell the class a few things about yourself?” Mrs. Keller probed.
“There can’t be anything he has to say that would interest us, he’s just pretty to look at. Seems like he’s got something stuck up his -”
“I used to work for the CIA when I was 18. I had a black belt by the time I was ten and I did undercover drug busts for the FBI.” Heero relayed this information as a direct challenge for anyone who wanted to be a smart ass. The class’s laughter was cut off by a sharp silence.
“Prove it.” Duo remarked his eyes darkening considerably with mocking at Heero’s considerable feats. Heero curled his hands, involuntarily cracking the knuckles on his right hand.
“Would you like to be the proof?” Mrs. Keller coughed rather loudly, and put up her hands in a defensive stance.
“That’s quite alright Heero. Perhaps you could be in...er... less physical evidence to show your class of your accomplishments.”
Heero snorted, but took his seat. His blue eyes had turned an irate silver. He got up again, and taking the papers with him dismissed himself by requesting/stating that he would be grading the papers in the math department, the name of the “room” where the teachers of math gathered during their free time to plan their lessons or more often, talk about their students and compare stories of their day. It was the size of a big closet, but Heero would rather be in there then in the stifling room.
Mrs. Keller expressed her shock, but Heero walked right past her, and down the hall to the “room”.
~*~*~
Lunch came again, and Heero found the bell ringing to his annoyance, announcing his leave of the department. He didn’t want to admit it, but he was starving, he had been too distracted that morning to eat any breakfast or even take a sip of his coffee. Heero tiredly got up from his metal chair and walked out of the room. He almost collided with Mrs. Keller, but ignored any impleasantries with a quick “excuse me”.
He was practically asleep as he sunk down onto the outside lunch table. It was empty outside on that cold day, and he was hoping to get some fresh air after being in the stuffy air of the over-heated school. He ate his sandwich and drank his water quickly, wanting to be alone with his thoughts. He rested his hand on his upheld hand and closed his eyes.
“Mr. Yuuuy!” A voice exclaimed interrupting his rest. Heero peeked through one eye at the group of boys in front.
“Hn. What do you want Duo?” Heero asked answering the annoying call with a less than patient tone. Duo had straddled one of the chairs backwards and was looking at Heero with a playful expression.
“We were wonderin’ if you would tell us about one of your infamous drug busts. You seem like quite a storyteller.” Duo mused, but the irony of the statement was not lost on Heero. The other boys quickly sat down, seeming eager to hear Heero tell something of the days he wanted to forget. Heero’s jaw tightened in silent anger.
Duo watched the strong face flash with instantaneous rage, and then cover it up with a cold look of indifference. He smiled as the man before him pushed the brown paper bag away, and lay his hands on the table as if he were showing his cards in a poker game.
“What’s to tell? They did drugs, I busted them, the end.” Heero’s mouth closed in a tight line. His voice was monotone, but there was an edge of ice in his tone. Duo watched as his shoulders squared as if bracing for a shot.
“Oh c’mon Mr. Yuy! You know you wanna tell us about your adventures! There must have been some fun times in the drug-busting business.” Duo prodded. He had dug too much, and Heero suddenly stood throwing the bag into the trash.
“I have papers to grade. You have to get to class in a few minutes.” Heero growled. His eyes were a blue steel. Duo jumped up from his chair, and blocked the student teacher’s escape.
“We have pleeenty of time. Just sit down and relax. We don’t bite, at least they don’t.” Duo gestured to the group at the table, leaning in close to Heero’s face. Heero’s lip curled dangerously.
“Another day.” He managed to get out his clenched teeth, and moved around Duo’s block.

Part Two:
What You See is What You Get

Heero waited for the students’ voices to calm before he closed and locked Mrs. Keller’s door as he eyes scanned the empty hallway. The second week and he had managed to survive with only a few death glares here and there. Heero growled to himself as he remembered the unfathomably gorgeous but relentless Duo Maxwell. The 17-year-old had come up with ingenious ways of meeting Heero in the least thought of places as if by accident.
Heero tried to get the sexy side-smile and playful eyes out of his thoughts. He concentrated on the gum on each step as he made his way down the empty staircase to his car. The staircase seemed never to be used. Dust covered the old steps, and the air smelled of must and mold. It made no difference to Heero, he wanted to see the students as little as possible when he was trying to get home. He liked the emptiness of the staircase and how it seemed to be far away from the rest of the school life.
When Heero heard a pained moan, he felt his body jerk back in surprise. He knew that the staircase was hardly used, but finding that he now shared with some stranger caught him off guard. Heero’s steps slowed. His blue eyes darkened as they became alert. The pupils darted to and fro like little ping pong balls, searching for signs of unwelcome life.
He heard a low voice, and another painful groan. Heero’s heart had since picked up its tempo. He had descended onto the last step, and soon his eyes were met with a horrific sight. There was the 17-year-old student from Heero’s fantasies, face twisted in inexplicable pain as another man...
Heero’s mouth tightened. It was clear that the “partner” had not consented to the awful deed. His mouth was tied with a light blue tie, and his eyes were full of mortification of being degraded. The obvious struggle whitened Heero’s knuckles as they balled into fists. The man had since “released” himself from his “place” behind Duo. He opened his mouth to speak, but found that his words were slower the Heero’s hand which had a nice hold around his neck.
“You have two choices: 1. Leave and never come back 2. Stay and get yourself killed. I know you’re not that fucking smart but I think you know which one you should to pick.” Heero tightened his grip, happy to see the man gasping for air. Heero let him go, but rewarded the stranger with a hard upper jab to the jaw when he tried to give some nasty excuse.
“No one asked you to speak. That wasn’t one of the choices. Put your goddamn pants on and get the hell out of here.” Heero snarled his eyes dangerously close to bursting into vengeful flames. The man scampered to do as he was told. Once the zipper was up, he was gone, but the damage he had left behind could not be forgotten so easily.
His victim lay on the floor, body exhausted and mind numbed from feeling. Heero knelt on the had cement beside him.
“I’m sorry.” He murmured softly before he examined the wound more greatly. There was no obvious damage. Heero was surprised that there was no tear where the man had entered.
“Don’t tell anyone.” Duo whispered. It was all he could muster, but the request was emphatic and his violet eyes were begg Hee Heero didn’t reply. It seemed that his morals were already playing their perilous chess game.
~*~*~
Duo got into the car without speaking. His body was stiff and he couldn’t even look up into the clouds that were floating innocently by. Perhaps he felt that innocence mocked him in some way. Perhaps he was too jaded to look at something so simple, its pristine white still pure unlike his tainted soul.
Heero unlocked the driver’s side and slid into the car. He pressed the key into the ignition, and started the engine. It quietly purred. Both student and teacher were silent. They sat as the car rumbled, not saying anything. Heero turned his head to look at Duo. His mouth opened and then closed again.
“Who hurt you?” Heero asked rather bluntly. He saw Duo grimace and there was a flash of guilt in his gut.
“He works for my father. His shitty business partner.” Duo spat out the words with an intense bitterness. Heero’s brows furrowed, but he did not say anything. He moved his hand to put in the car in reverse, but felt Duo’s cool one on top of his before he could.
“Don’t take me home. Please... he’ll just do it again.” Duo’s voice cracked with untold sadness and desperation. Heero felt something pull on his heart. The numb organ suddenly had emotion. Heero grunted, and looked up to see how sincere Duo’s eyes were. They pleaded with him. Heero looked away.
“I won’t take you home.” Heero finally allowed. His tone was grudging and he couldn’t look Duo in the eye, but he felt the boy’s relief. His body released his tension and he actually seemed to relax. Heero began to drive back to his apartment, wondering what he was going to do once they had gotten there.
~*~*~
The uneasiness surrounding Heero had prompted a remembrance of one of the rules told to him on the first day of “teacher training”. It had been severely stressed and repeated constantly.
If any acts of abuse are reported to or come to the attention of any teacher, it must be reported immediately to a higher authority.
Abuse should not be something that is tolerated by anyone, but Heero knew the bull shit a student is put through when abuse is found out by a faculty member. In the public school system, the students are merely faces with grade point averages hopefully high enough to bring in more money for the school. He wasn’t any different from the faceless hundreds walking through the halls. The only time his name was ever mentioned whe when he appeared in school with bruises on the back of his neck he couldn’t hide.
Lives are made into circuses and your personal life is on the front page of the local paper. People question whether to sympathize or blame the victim for his treatment. One teacher brought the bruises to the attention of his superintendent and the mess that soon followed would not be wished any other child.
....it must be reported immediately to a higher authority.
In Heero’s eyes a high authority couldn’t bring the student justice. If anything, he or she would just bring feelings of humiliation and defiance. It was embarrassing enough to admit abuse, but it was mortifying to admit to molestation from another man.
If any acts of abuse are reported to or come to the attention of any teacher, it must be reported immediately to a higher authority.
The only “higher authority” Heero “reported” to was a God that never seemed to answer any of his childhood prayers, let alone the “higher authority” that was supposed to bring a tainted youth integrity.
HeerHeero unlocked the front door. Duo headed in slowly ahead of him. Once inside, Heero threw his keys onto the coffee table. Duo stood, seeming to wonder what to do next.
“Did you want to get a shower?” Heero asked. His voice was gentle, and his eyes met Duo’s evenly with no malice. Duo nodded mutely. Heero showed him to the bathroom, gave a fresh pair of clothes from his closet, and then headed downstairs where the confusion faced him head on.
~*~*~
Heero listened to the soft pattering of the shower above him. It had been going for some time. The hands of the black clock revealed an hour or so. Heero glared at the numbers staring back at him.
“I keep washing myself, hoping to wash off the feel of his touch... I’m in there for hours, but the feeling of violation never goes away... I always dirty... I will never be clean again.”
Heero felt his mind grow heavy with worry and weariness. He recalled the words of a former rape victim. She had confessed tshinshing for three hours and still feeling dirty all over her body.
“You never get the feeling that you’re clean. You’ve lost your innocence. You’ve lost the right to be normal. It takes all of my will power to face the world. I see his face when I go to sleep, and when I’m awake I keep having flashbacks. The torment never ends... I keep seeing it and no matter what I do, where I go, I have the sense that I will never ever feel safe.”
The sound of water suddenly ended, and Heero was pulled from his reverie. The deep frown on his lips never left. He heard the footsteps in his bedroom, andentsents later, all was eerily quiet. Heero felt alarm welling in his throat. He stood up from his nervous perch on the edge of his couch.
He moved stealthily up the stairs. His bedroom door was open wide, as if inviting his presence. The room was dark, the sun giving way to twilight some time ago. He heard the tears now. Heero crept in and quietly shut the door behind him. Duo let the strong arms embrace him gruffly. The bitter tears were shed against the student teacher’s shoulder.
“You lose everything you ever had when you’re raped. You have nothing left to stand on. No confidence, no idealism, no more idyllic life. You’re facing the rough world because you were robbed of everything.”
The words came to haunt him now. Heero had looked into the face of the world’s neglect, and now had to face it again, but this time it was closer to home. He glared at the peaceful moon hanging almost listlessly in the sky. It wasn’t so beautiful now, its face tainted with lies of a superlative world.
“Don’t tell anyone.”

“Don’t take me home. Please... he’ll just do it again.”