Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ After School Practice ❯ The Confrontation ( Chapter 2 )

Meow... This is Neko-chan first post Yaoi story with explicit sex scene. If boys doing each other offend you, please click the BACK button and leave now!!

 

By the by, Neko-chan has no claim on any of the characters from GW, other than the story and OC. Neko-chan has no money too, so if you chase after Neko-chan for it, Neko-chan can only give you the fish cake of tonight dinner. Unless you love fish cakes like Neko-chan, don't bother coming after Neko-chan, ne?

 

Just in case, all characters are at least over the minimum age of 16, sans flashback if any. Enjoy, meow… =^.^=

 

 

Duo had been trying to catch the sensei alone and negotiate again, but so far, the sensei didn't give him any opening. He was always talking to one or another, or moved to do something that if he tried to talk to him, he would draw unnecessary attention to them. So he tried to calm himself and wait until after practice. He knew the sensei had a habit of going to the storage room after the practice, and while no one knew what he did there, no one dared to disturb him and that would be the best chance to catch the sensei alone.

 

He stayed behind and waited impatiently for the sensei to go to the storage. Once he spied him moving, he followed quietly and hoped that the sensei wouldn't notice him stalking him. Imagined his surprise to find the sensei standing at the door patiently, waiting for him to show up.

 

“Wha…?” He stared with his jaw on the floor as the sensei merely looked at him with a mysterious smile on his face. He didn't say anything, but he moved to open the door and motioned him to follow. Once inside, Yuy sensei hopped on one of the equipment and perched there looking at him like a sated cat with a stomach full of cream, “You want to talk to me?”

 

Duo eyed the sensei suspiciously. There was something not …right, but he had no idea what it was, so he decided to take a deep breath, straightened his thoughts and started to bargain again, “Yuy Sensei, I…”

 

“No.”

 

“But, sensei, you haven't even…”

 

“No, Maxwell. Braid or team, that's non-negotiable.”

 

“But…”

 

“If that's all you've to say, the door is behind you, please stop wasting my time and kindly show yourself out.”

 

“Sensei…”

 

“Out.”

 

“GODDAMNIT!! What the HELL do you want from me?”

 

“You.”

 

“NA…NANI!!” Duo stuttered. He couldn't… that wasn't… He didn't hear that… He didn't say that… …did he?

 

“You. You asked me what I want from you. It is you.” Somewhere between the shock and the white statics in his stunned mind, Yuy sensei had moved from his seat and stood in front of him. Duo froze when he felt a callused finger, roughened from the long practice of archery, gently tracing his face. “This will remain between us, Maxwell. You have a choice to make - either keep your hair and drop the team, or cut your hair and stay onboard - I couldn't care less about what you choose. But you will NOT be on the team with your hair intact. That is, UNLESS, you are MINE. Mind, body, heart and soul, all mine. THEN I will make an exception for you.”

 

Duo blinked, and blinked again. He did hear that. Oh god.

 

He stiffed, as he felt cool dry lips pressing chastely against his. For a minute there, he thought he was in heaven - Yuy sensei was a wet dream on two legs after all, even if Duo wasn't gay - but his sanity returned immediately the next minute, and he shoved the sensei away, though he had unconsciously pressed his fingers against his tingling lips.

 

The sensei didn't fall. He had quickly righted himself and watched him with a strangely out-of-place pleased look in those bottomless Prussian blue eyes, while he hastily back-pedalled until his back hit the closed door of the room. A suffocating silence fell, as they stared at each other.

 

After ages - or was it ten minutes? - later, Duo finally broke the silence with an angry hiss, “That's blackmail.”

 

­Yuy sensei only smirked at him, “So you noticed. But need I remind you that you have more ways than not to get out of it? I never said it's NOT blackmail, but only YOU can make it become one if you allow it to be. So, what will it be? Blackmail, or a joke?”

 

“I…” Duo hesitated. He couldn't make this kind of decision. Not now, not ever. He was only sixteen for god sake! “I…”

 

“Today's Monday, Maxwell. I'll give you until Wednesday. You can decide what you want to do till then. If you are still on the team with your hair by then, you will NOT be representing the school anytime before your graduation. That is, if you can manage to pay for the school fees and such that your scholarship has been covering.” Duo cowered as the sensei walked toward him, but the sensei didn't do anything other than nudged him aside from the door.

 

“I can always talk to the Headmaster.” He whispered tightly as the sensei moved to walk out. Yuy sensei leered at him.

 

“Yes, you can. But who would the Headmaster listen to? You, or me? Let's not forget how long and how much money the school board has spent just to get me onboard. Star athlete comes and goes, but a good reputable trainer has a lot more to offer than one star athlete. Think about it, eh?” Having said that, the sensei switched off the light and left him alone in the dark storage room.