Who is fucking you?

Who is fucking you?
"Do you even know what you are doing to yourself? Huh?”

Akira heard that question in his head even before it was ever even spoken out loud, because he had also been asking it to himself all night.

At that moment, his body was laid in a worn-out position, on his narrow bed, and his sheets where twisted and damp from sweat.

His heart still was still carrying the echo of Professor Daniel's voice, especially the baritone that seemed to linger in his ears like a low growl which he could not shake off. His lips were also swollen, with his thighs sore, and yet, it wasn’t the ache that made him uncomfortable. Rather, it was the rush and tension that came after.

He hated the fact that he loved it, and he hated that he could not stop thinking about it.

The dorm was now quiet, as Luke had gone out again, he was hardly ever around these days, maybe because he sensed something in Akira that he couldn’t stand to look at too closely.

Maybe Luke just didn’t care enough anymore, or maybe, he was looking for some evidence to nail him.

That thought made Akira’s chest burn in fear and panic.

As he rolled to his side of the bed while pressing his face into his pillow, he was willing to make the memories to fade, but they even came back sharper, like needles which were stuck right into his veins.

Daniel's hands were gripping him in a tight way, he Daniel's breath on his neck, and the danger of being discovered immediately overwhelmed his thoughts.

He knew that it was madness, and it was also insane to date his very own professor, but yet, it felt like it was the only thing that made him feel alive.

The morning light was harsh when it finally broke into his room, Akira lazily dragged himself up, as he kept staring at his reflection in the cracked mirror above his desk.

His hair was in a total mess, while his eyes were red. His lips also looked bitten, and swollen, while he generally looked like someone he didn’t recognize anymore.

He touched his face and whispered, “Slut,” like it was both a curse and a confession.

The word rolled off his tongue in a heavy way, yet it thrilled him too. At that moment, his body responded even before his mind could stop it.

He felt as shame crawled up his spine and he hated himself for the way his chest tightened with horniness.

By the time he dragged himself to class, his legs felt weak. Even though his notebook was in his bag, he didn’t even bother pulling it out.

He could feel Daniel's presence before he saw him. The man’s suit was fitted, and his skin was a deep, rich contrast to the pale whiteboard which stood behind him. Immediately, his eyes began to sweep across the entire room, and then, landing fat a distance which wasn't too long from Akira, as heat rushed to Akira’s cheeks.

Even though nobody noticed, Akira still felt like the whole world could see right through him, and that made his pulse to quicken, and his fingers to clench on his desk, even harder.

As he tried to listen, he tried to take notes, but all he could think about was how close Daniel had been, and how wrong there relationship was, and also how good it had felt.

He could also remember how his thighs pressed together under the desk without him even realizing, especially when Daniel leaned down to help a student nearby, Akira’s breath immediately hitched like he was on the edge of choking.

After class, Akira thought he would be free. He thought maybe he could swiftly run away and bury himself under his bed sheets again, but, alas, a hand gripped his wrist just as he reached the hallway.

Immediately he turned in shock, and his eyes met with arius’s.

There were no words, but just a tug. It was just the silent command that made Akira’s knees weak, again.

Even though his mind wanted to say "no", but his body easily gave him away. As they walked down the corridor, the past lots of locked doors, until they slipped into the empty office at the end of the right wing.

The slam of the door echoed in his ears, and his back was immediately pressed to the wood before he could breathe.

Daniel said in a voice which was low, yet, dangerous. “You came to class looking like you wanted me. Didn't you?” His words pierced through Akira in a confident way, which instantly caused his throat to dry up.

He couldn’t even speak, but the silence said enough. Daniel's laugh was dark, and quite mischievous. “You’re not even trying to hide it anymore.”

Akira’s chest heaved immediately he said that, as his hands began to tremble. Even though he wanted to deny it, and also wanted to scream loudly, alas, the truth still crawled out of him. “I can’t stop.”

He said with a broken voice, as his voice cracked, and also sounded weak, and broken. He hated himself for admitting it, and he also hated the way Daniel's smirk deepened.

“Then don’t,” the professor whispered against his ear, and that was all it took to convince his slutty body.

The office was really suffocating, and the blinds were barely shielding them from the hallway near them. Akira’s body was pinned, and his breath sounded loudly.

Every second felt like a knife was pierced through his chest, and also sharp with fear and sharper with his evil intents.

He could hear voices faintly walking down the hall, as students passing, doors opening, and even the sound of laughter seemed so close, that it made his blood almost run cold.

"What if we are caught?" he asked, but, his question was outrightly ignored.

However, his body betrayed him, as it arched into every touch, and craved for more, even when his mind screamed for it to stop.

His nails slowly dug into the desk behind him, as his breath was becoming shaky, and his lips parted with a sound he couldn’t shake off.

When it was over, he slumped against the wood, while panting and shaking, as he was unable to meet Darius’s eyes.

The professor also adjusted his tie like nothing had happened, as his expression also became unreadable. “You’ll come to my office tonight!" He commanded him, not as a question of choice, but as an order. “Don’t make me wait!"

Akira’s throat closed immediately he said that, as he began to struggle to swallow his saliva.

He wanted to say "no". He wanted to run, but all that came out was a nod he hated himself for.

Why can't he just say no?

Professor Daniels left first, and he could hear the distant sound of the soul of his shoes fading, as he walked down the hall. Akira remained behind, with his chest heaving, and tears dripping down his eyes.

Even though his body still burned, his soul felt void. He immediately lifted his left hand to his mouth, trying to bite it hard, so as to stop the sob that was literally threatening to escape from his mouth.

By the time he stumbled back to the dorm, Luke was there.

He was sitting on his bed, and scrolling through his phone like nothing mattered, or even a human being had entered the room.

But immediately Akira walked in, Luke’s lifted his eyes to him, in a searching way. Akira froze in the doorway, with his heart pounding.

Did Luke see it? Could he smell it?

Could he perceive or feel the scent of someone else on his skin?

Luke narrowed his eyes before. “You look mad!” He said, with a tone, which wasn’t even kind, as it sounded quite suspicious.

Akira immediately forced a laugh, as he shaked his head. “I didn’t sleep much.”

Immediately he said that, he dumped his bag on the floor, with his hands shaking, and he didn’t dare meet Luke’s gaze for too long. If he did, everything would be spilled. Every dirty secret, every forbidden moment, which he didn't know about, might come to light.

However, Luke wasn’t letting it go.

He quickly stood up, as he walked across the room in two strides. Just as his hand caught Akira’s chin, tilting his face up, his eyes scanned him in a very close, yet, intense ratio. “What’s going on with you?” Luke demanded with a firm, yet voice low. “And don’t give me some bullshit excuse. Tell me everything I need to know!"

Akira’s lips parted, but no words came.

His chest suddenly tightened, and his throat locked, again. The truth was heavy on his tongue, almost even choking him. He could feel Luke’s grip, which were firm but trembling, as if Luke already knew something he couldn’t bear to admit.

And then Luke’s voice dropped in a softer way, but it was sharper than a knife. “Who’s touching you, Akira? Who is fucking this ass”

He asked him, as he squeezed his ass, in a rough way.

The question literally shattered him, as his knees went weak, his chest burned i
n, and in that moment he realized there was no hiding anymore.

Now, how would he tell him that it was Professor Daniels?