Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ After School Practice ❯ Decision Time - take 1 ( Chapter 4 )

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… =^.^=

 

 

“I thought you've gone to the hairdresser.” Duo jumped when he heard the familiar husky voice rang right in front of him. He lifted his head, only to find himself sitting in a dark room. “Na…nani?”

 

“Maxwell, do tell me you didn't sit here all day since our lunch-time encounter?” Yuy sensei sighed wearily as Duo gave him a timid nod, and then he EXPLODED. “GOD! What the HELL is wrong with you? Is your braid so important that you would rather give up your scholarship?” A nervous shake from the chestnut head. “Then why is that braid still here? Would you rather spend the rest of your life as my sex-slave?” Another nervous shake.

 

Yuy sensei took a deep, DEEP breath, and released it agonizingly slow before opening his mouth again, “Braid or team, Duo. BRAID or TEAM. That's NON-NEGOTIABLE. I'll pretend I didn't see your braid today. But IF I see IT tomorrow, prepare to lose your scholarship.”

 

“I JUST CAN'T CUT IT!!! It's my MEMORY, it's my PAST, it's my EVERYTHING! It defines who I am! I won't ever be me if I lose this! I just… I can't… I CAN'T!!” Duo jumped up and threw himself at the sensei. He wanted to hit him, kick him, or do whatever that would hurt him. But he ended up clutching that warm body like a drowning man.

 

Powerful arms draped over his shoulders and held him tight, but strangely, he didn't even feel threatened, nor was he worried that the sensei would try to molest him. Maybe it was that soothing caress of his hair, or was it the comforting murmur that calmed his soul?, he wouldn't know. But he knew every good thing he had ever had in his life would meet an early grave, just as the sensei nudged him away from the heart-warming embrace.

 

“…Why? Sensei, WHY?” Duo clung to the sensei's shirt, refused to let go. But the sensei merely shook his head sadly. “No reason, Duo. Just…don't ask,” He quieted down as a slender finger tapped his lips, “Braid or team, Duo. Make your decision.” A small rectangle package was then pressed into his hand, “Cut your braid, or do whatever the instructions inside tell you to. If you decide to …not cut your braid, open this in private. And DON'T let anyone see this, I don't think you'll be ready to explain what it is to whoever caught you with it.” The sensei shook his head with a bitter laugh. “Or you can hold this against me and do whatever. It's your life. You decide what you want to do.” He then eased Duo's hands from his shirt and turned to leave.

 

Duo stared at the package, and an unthinkable notion popped out of his mouth before he even realised it, “Sensei,” the leaving body stopped and tensed, “If I am your… your…, will you… I mean, will you whore me out to someone else or have someone else when I'm with you?”

 

He watched as the tensed body slowly relaxed, “No, Duo. Never. I'm an obsessive, possessive, jealous bastard that never share. You are all MINE, as I am all YOURS. I'll probably run out of interest of you in about a hundred years though, so you'll HAVE to have me murdered before you can get rid of me.”

 

“Oh…”

 

“Just… think about it carefully, Duo. No regrets.”

 

“…Hai.”