In his office

In his office
"I said no,” Akira muttered in a firm way, but his own voice betrayed him.

It sounded like it cracked, while trembling as if the word had no meaning, and no weight. His hand gripped the edge of the desk, while his knuckles hardened on the surface, as his nails started digging into the cheap wood as though that single piece, could hold him back from being carried away.

Professor Daniels stood close enough that Akira could smell his fragrance, which came with a heavy musk, a faint cologne, and the sweat under the shirt that clung to his broad chest.

At that instant, it filled his nose, as if it was poisoning his thoughts, which caused every nerve in his body shake with absolute betrayal. He wanted to say no, but his skin echoed with the scream of yes.

“Akira,” the professor said quietly, with his tone low, yet dangerous. “You know the truth as much as I do. You didn't come here after class unless you want this.”

Akira shook his head, but his body leaned forward Professor Daniels, without permission.

Again, he hated how his heart beats increased rapidly, like it belonged to someone else. He also disliked how his knees felt weak, again, and how he couldn’t even meet the man’s eyes without shivering.

“I…” His words shook, as he almost broke apart like shattered glasses. He was really confused at this point. “I can’t keep doing this.” he mumbled with panic.

“But, you already are.”

The simplicity of the words pierced through him like an arrow, which utterly left him breathless.

He could also feel as Daniel's hand brushed against his wrist, with a light touch, but Akira shook as if it was fire. Then, he stumbled back again, hitting the edge of the desk behind him, and he became trapped like an animal cornered in a cage.

At that instant, his eyes flicked downward, just for a second, and that was just enough for him.

Without wasting anymore time, he hated himself instantly.

It looked as though his throat dried up.

Even though he wanted to curse, to spit, and to fight, the weight of his silence, kept pressing on him harder than the professor’s presence ever did.

Suddenly, the room felt too small, and too hot, like every breath was laced with burden.

What was he going to do?

“Stop looking at me like that,” Akira whispered with a new surge of courage. As he spoke, his voice also cracked. He didn’t even know who he was begging, whether it was himself or Darius.

“Like what?”

“Like you know me.”

The professor stepped closer again, as he left no room between them. “I don’t just know you, I see you... I see all of your hidden parts, even the part you try to hide from yourself.”

Immediately he said that, Akira froze.

Now, the worst part of the whole thing, was that his slutty body, also agreed.

As he wanted to scream, he also wanted to charge at his own skin and tear out the need that betrayed him every time, but his chest rose and fell, in quick succession, while his eyes stung, and his lips trembled with words he couldn’t even say.

Damn!

“Please,” he finally breathed out in confusion, but the word instantly pierced through his soul. It made him feel absolutely weak and useless.

At that moment, the professor’s eyes looked into his with intimidation. “You want this.”

As he spoke, Akira’s stomach turned in panic. It was as though shame was laced over him, and his heart raced, not with thoughts, but with the sick fear of being caught, or of being stripped down or embarrassed in front of the entire academy.

Instant, he pressed both palms flat against his desk, bowing his head like he was saying so inaudible words of meditation.

He disliked on thing about this moment. He hated the fact that he didn’t move.



Later that night, as Akira lay awake in bed, while staring at the ceiling, he felt his roommate’s soft breathing filling the dark room, in a steady and fast pace. Luke had fallen asleep easily, like always, with his headphones still plugged in his ears.

Akira’s skin still felt horny on the mere sight of him. Every inch of him felt like it had been rewritten, as his lips burned from where they had been touched. His mind also buzzed with the whispers he couldn’t silence.

As he wanted to scrub it away, he also wanted to rip the memory out of his skull, but he just couldn’t do that.

And the worst part was that he didn’t just remember that moment, he was also craving it.

As he rolled onto his own side, he pressed his face into the pillow, as he bit down hard to keep quiet.

At that moment, his body betrayed him again, because of its constant restlessness, aching, and because his chest hurt with the pressure of the secrets it carried.

For a while, he thought about Luke, who was asleep just a few feet away from him, and unaware of the disaster about to happen, right next to him.

Luke, who laughed easily, the one who called him out when he was being stubborn, the same one who had no idea what kind of mess his roommate had become.

If Luke ever found out about his escapades... It will be absolute game over for him.

As Akira squeezed his eyes shut, he felt as his heart pounded too loud, and also too fast, like it was about to explode.

He couldn’t let it happen, and he couldn’t also lose him.

Now, the worst part was that he couldn’t stop him, either.



The next morning, Akira dragged himself to class, in an exhausted way, as his body felt heavy with shame and the craving that wouldn’t leave him alone.

It was as though every sound in the hallway felt sharp, too loud, and every single face, also looked like a threat, and then, just when he thought he could think straight, he saw him, again.

It was his nightmare.

Professor Daniels.

He was standing at the end of the hall, talking to another faculty member, while his posture looked casual, and his tone calm, like nothing had happened, earlier.

It felt as though Akira wasn’t falling apart. It was quite confusing to him.

Suddenly, Akira’s chest tightened again, and his feet locked in place.

It felt like his stomach twisted as if his body remembered before his mind could catch up. Even though he wanted to turn and run, his legs, still wouldn’t move. As he wanted to look away, his eyes stayed glued to the man’s frame.

And then, as if he knew, no, it felt as if he owned him. Professor Daniels, suddenly turned his head, and their eyes met.

Instantly, a spark shot through Akira’s chest, which felt quite cruel and merciless.

But instead, Professor Daniels, smiled, and Akira’s knees almost buckled.



He ran into the restroom, gripping the sink, and splashing cold water on his face. His reflection was there in front of him, pale, with eyes too wide, and lips bitten raw, as a result of so many violent kisses.

“You’re disgusting,” he whispered to himself, with his voice echoing through the empty room. “You’re... you’re nothing but a dirty slut.”

Even though the words cut deep, he still didn’t correct it, nor did he didn’t deny it, and that was the worst part of all.



As the time evening rolled around, Akira thought maybe he could escape, or maybe he could just go back to his room and lie down on his bed, but then his phone buzzed.

It was a message from an unknown number, and it read...

"Meet me, at the same place... Tonight!"

As he read the contents of the message, his stomach dropped. His fingers also trembled as he held onto the phone, and his heart began to hammer so loud, that it outweighed his own thoughts.

However, he didn't type anything back. Rather, he threw the phone onto the bed, and turned away.

However, hours later, his feet betrayed him, again.

And immediately he pushed the door open to that quiet, dimly lighted office, the professor was already standing there, waiting.

He was waiting for him.