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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Tennis_no_Oujisama_|_Prince_of_Tennis
  Relationship:
      Fuji_Shuusuke/Oshitari_Yuushi
  Character:
      Fuji_Shuusuke, Oshitari_Yuushi
  Additional Tags:
      Shota
  Stats:
      Published: 2012-05-07 Words: 5580
****** Tutor His Tensai ******
by lemon_and_chai
Summary
     Shota, not all that consensual, and really quite disturbing. Written
     for Moehoshi.
     A genius can only be taught by another genius.
Notes
See the end of the work for notes
Fuji lay on his stomach, settled down on the carpet with his book, filling out
the exorcises then flipping to the next page. This was child's play for him -
he'd be through it as quickly as it took him to read the questions, scribble
answers, and flip the pages. But he was a child, and his tutor insisted he be
taught like a child.
Yes, despite being a genius.
Fuji's talents had appeared when he was young. He'd quickly exceeded all of his
school lessens, and though his parents had bumped him up several grades, he
still outpaced his classmates. The result was severe bullying...so his parents
pulled him out and sent him to private lessons. But the fickle brunette
couldn't seem to pay attention in the small, elitist classes, and was kicked
out of the first two schools they put him through for having a poor attitude.
Feeling resigned, his parents let him undertake self-study for awhile - before
his sister discovered one of her classmates was looking to tutor, and felt that
this particular tutor could handle it.
For the tutor was also a genius, raised and polished by a private tutor of his
own, and currently writing his phd thesis despite being five years younger than
his peers.
That was, in summary, how twenty-two year old Oshitari Yuushi ended up with
thirteen year old Fuji Syuusuke on his carpet, filling out exercise books.
They did this at the start of each session - Oshitari prepared work books from
various subjects, using them to gauge Fuji's level of competence in each. Then
after filling out two or three books, he'd start the real lesson.
Already he'd determined that Fuji was a master at literature and English. The
blue-eyed prodigy had practically memorized many classic tales, both Japanese
and European, and was more fluent in English than Oshitari himself. The boy
also knew a fair amount of French, which considering his lineage was not
surprising - his mother was a quarter French. Thus the blue-haired tutor
focused on improving his Chinese and general linguistics.
The boy had a unique interest in psychology for his age, and also liked
learning about plants and animals - but other than that, science was basically
ignored by the honey brunette. Same with math - Fuji took no interest in
logical things. He enjoyed puzzles with no answers, or problems with numerous
solutions, of which he always picked the most intricate one.
He liked art and music, but Oshitari was under strict orders from the Fuji
couple not to let him 'doodle', as they called it (though the sketches were
borderline professional, but the blue-haired phd would not deny his client's
wishes). But he managed to convince them that learning an instrument was said
to improve the brain, so immediately he started Fuji on violin - only to
utterly fail.
Fuji liked listening to violin, but after a few vague attempts to play it, he
became frustrated when he couldn't make a good sound. It took years, Oshitari
explained, to make the violin sound nice, but Fuji didn't have that kind of
patience. Sighing, they moved on to piano - which sounded good even just
pressing keys - so Fuji took it up, and quickly mastered all the basics and
beyond. (Oshitari believed his student could have done so for his beloved
violin as well, but knew it was a losing battle. If Fuji was anything other
than a tensai, he was stubborn.)
But with this exception, Fuji was really a good student. He wanted to learn,
more so than most children, and Oshitari could understand why - he didn't have
anything else. No friends to play with, no video games or internet to take up
his time - his parents wouldn't even let him watch tv. He was praised
extensively for doing 'well' in academia, so naturally he pursued anything his
tutor gave him, since there was nothing else for him to do.
He was so much like Oshitari used to be as a child, so the elder tensai swore
to himself that he'd be everything his own tutor had been to him. After all,
Oshitari had more or less been raised by his tutor - his wealthy parents had
simply hired someone, left him with their six-year old son, and let him teach
the bespectacled boy whatever he thought necessary.
Luckily said tutor had enough of a heart to teach Oshitari everything, and not
just subjects you'd learn in school.
A poke to his thigh broke his reminiscing, and he eyed Fuji standing next to
him with the work book, waiting for them to start the lesson. The small
brunette gave him the usual, close eyed and close mouth smile. It was a sad,
mask of a smile that Fuji'd already had when he'd gotten here, and didn't seem
to know how to let go.
Though Oshitari had slowly been teaching him to make other expressions.
Today's lesson would be piano, though it was fairly late, so afterwards they'd
have one of the new special lessons and then go to bed. Fuji was often left to
stay over night, pretty much any time Oshitari didn't have research work the
next day. Both the tutor and Fuji couple agreed that more time spent in lessons
would be beneficial. Their middle child was learning extremely well, much
better than he had at any schools, since the lessons were tailored explicitly
for him... though Oshitari was also a very capable teacher.
The special lessons helped. They were apart of the same system Oshitari's own
tutor had used for him, and he believed they were what motivated him to go as
far as two masters and a phd in advanced medical sciences. They were a special
service, though, so Oshitari told Fuji he was not to tell his parents,
otherwise they may feel obligated to pay him more - and Oshitari knew the Fuji
family was not as wealthy as they pretended to be. Already the blue-haired
tensai charged very little, since he didn't really need the money being heir to
his parents' overbearing estate, and was really just doing this for his own
desire to teach. The parents paid just enough that they thought they were
getting a good deal, but didn't feel as if they were taking charity. It would
be insulting for them to accept lessons for free.
Young Fuji understood this, which Oshitari suspected was the reason he'd
quickly failed out of the two private schools. But he worked hard for
Oshitari... especially because of the new lessons.
The new lessons were special. They taught Fuji about himself, but more
importantly, could be used as both a reward and a punishment. Sometimes they
were a reward, sometimes a punishment, but often times they were both.
Oshitari used them to motivate his student in the subjects he didn't care for,
like math and science. He also discovered they did wonders for Fuji's piano
skills. Music, the romantic tensai firmly believed, had a basis in emotion,
whether good or bad. Anger, hurt, confusion, wonder, desire, embarrassment...
it did not matter what the brunette felt, his playing was much more beautiful
when he was lost in a flood of feelings.
Today, the feeling was hesitation. Oshitari could sense it, hear it, within the
notes being tenderly played. Fuji was making mistakes left and right,
panicking, then trying harder, and making more mistakes. But he was also
putting in a good effort, doing his best to conquer the difficult piece, which
he couldn't have known was actually above his level. He was too afraid that
today would be a punishment, while at the same time hoping it would be a
reward... and on top of that, fearful of both.
They'd had nearly four months of progression since the first, and each of the
special lessons was more extreme than the last.
The first lesson was a reward for Fuji being honest with him. Not that Fuji
often lied - but the younger tensai had a habit of being vague and telling
half-truths, if he even spoke at all. He was careful and clever with his words,
having learned that if he said the right things, he could get his way or get
out of things he didn't want to do. Oshitari knew when he was being tricked but
he could never quite call the brunette on it - since they were half-truths, and
Fuji always argued he hadn't lied.
So that night, when he'd found the small brunette sniffling in his guestroom
bed, he'd rewarded Fuji for honestly telling him what was wrong. This was a big
step, since the thing Fuji kept the most to himself was his own pain.
"You wet the bed?" Oshitari blinked in surprise. A twelve-and-a-half year old,
no matter how emotionally immature, shouldn't have that kind of problem.
Fuji flushed in embarrassment, nodding and crying. Usually the small boy was
calm and smiling that vague smile of his, but really, Fuji had been fairly
isolated from other people and had not properly matured. His emotions were five
years behind his thoughts, and he did not know how to handle problems other
than keep them to himself, as he'd been made to do from the time he was young.
Frowning, Oshitari pulled off the covers, when suddenly it occurred to him what
was wrong. Settling back down with a smirk, he patted his comforter, indicating
that Fuji should sit there.
He drew the boy into his lap, holding him in arms. He did not hug Fuji often,
but occasionally the small tensai would be upset about this or that, usually
matters at home, and one of the things Oshitari wanted to teach him was comfort
- that it was okay to be comforted by others.
"Shh..." Kissing the boy's forehead, Oshitari rubbed comforting circles on his
back. "Tell me... before you woke up, did you dream of something?"
Fuji immediately stiffened, and took on that smiling, close eyed look that he
had whenever he was hiding something. He nuzzled against his comforter's chest,
acting as if he didn't have an answer to the question by staying silent. It
worked on others, but not on Oshitari.
Sighing, the blue haired tensai gripped his student by the hair, and tugged him
back so he had to look at him. He did not like being played with, and he'd been
instructed to give corporal punishment if need be, which he was not against. He
just hadn't had to use it so far.
Light, sparkling blue met midnight colored orbs, and Fuji's face fell as he
realized he was caught. "I ... un... maa..."
"You don't have to be ashamed," Oshitari gave an understanding smile, though he
wished his student would stop using such vague statements, at least with him.
"Tell me what you dreamed about. I can only help you if you talk to me."
The boy was silent for a moment, as he always was before telling a story. He
said he was thought collecting, but Oshitari knew he was carefully picking his
words. Fuji was always careful to say the right things. "I... saw one of my
neighbors...practicing judo in the yard. The brown haired one with glasses."
"Tezuka-kun? You've mentioned him before - he's fifteen, correct?"
He nodded. "In my dream, he...wasn't wearing his practice clothes. Just a pair
of pants..."
Oshitari could feel the boy's skin warming beneath his arms. "Is he handsome?"
"... u...un... maa... the rest was just really weird... like Alice dreaming of
wonderland."
Rubbing along the boy's back, Oshitari's skin also grew warm. His hands shifted
below the boy's shirt, closer, more comforting.
"Go on," he purred, his deep voice soaked into the room. "There's nothing to be
embarrassed about. I won't judge you... I'll even give you a reward for being
honest."
"I...." The boy's voice trembled along with his skin. "... it was like a video
those boys showed me back in school..."
"The ones that bullied you?"
Fuji didn't response: he never did when asked about those times, even though
sometimes he mentioned them.
"...Did he touch you?" Oshitari held him gently.
"...un... he hugged me... like you hug me. And kissed me, like you do... but on
the lips."
"And he touched you even more?"
Fuji was flushed from head to toe now as he nodded.
"...Did he touch you here?" A large hand drifted over the young boy's crotch,
coming to rest between his thighs.
Fuji shook his head, trembling as he was touched.
"... Then back here?" The hand curved further, going between his legs and
settling on his buttocks. It felt weird to the pre-teen, even through the
cactus-covered fabric of his boxers.
"I...I couldn't see... and it was just a dream, so its not like I really know
what he was doing..."
Fuji's eyes clenched shut, but not like when he put on his smiling mask. He was
scared, but trusted his tutor enough not to move.
"Did it feel warm here?"
The hand came back to his crotch, but this time it slipped beneath his boxers.
Oshitari could feel the sticky dampness from where Fuji thought he'd peed....
if only the young boy knew. But soon, he would.
"Did it feel like this?" The hand gently caressed the limp member it discovered
- small, like the boy, but a soft bustle of pubic hair already encircled the
private area, proof of his development. The boy's cock was slowly finding life
in his tutor's hand, stunted by his fear but drawn on by the deep, comforting
voice and warm hands of the one who held him.
"Shh... don't be afraid. This is your reward."
Oshitari nuzzled his cheek, kissing it, then kissing along his neck as the
large hand worked wonders. The boy whimpered as his flush grew, small beads of
sweat forming on his skin. The blue haired tensai chuckled lightly, deciding
that next time he wanted the lights and his glasses on so he could properly see
his pupil being rewarded.
At least his hearing was perfect. Fuji made the cutest noise, especially when
he came.
Fuji had easily understood Oshitari's reasoning for the new type of lessons,
why they were special and why he couldn't tell his parents or anyone else about
them. Even if he didn't, he seemed too embarrassed to talk about it anyway...
and Fuji didn't talk easily about anything he felt strongly about. Oshitari
tried to convince him that there was nothing embarrassing about orgasming, but
Fuji buried his head in a pillow and refused to listen. It was a weird thing to
be stubborn about, but that was how Fuji was.
It was the tensai's stubbornness that led to their second new lesson. He'd
refused to learn trigonometry, saying he wanted to practice German. Oshitari
was completely fluent, as his parents owned several factories in Germany, but
he had no intention of prioritizing another language in front of basic
mathematical skills.
The result was a punishment. He'd warned Fuji, too, that their lessons could go
either way.
He picked Fuji up by the arms, and brought him stomach-down onto his lap. He'd
slapped the boy before, on the cheek, as punishment for misbehavior, but now he
realized that the stubborn brunette didn't care.
He pulled off the boy's shirt and shorts, taking off the boxers at the same
time, adding in a promise that if Fuji accepted his punishment like a man, he'd
give him a reward at the end. Of course, he'd still have to do math when they
were done, but Oshitari didn't mention that at the time.
After taking a moment to admire the naked body on his lap, he patted the soft,
white butt cheeks that popped out at him. Fuji stiffened, his classic response
to everything - he'd obviously been spanked before, but not for a very long
time, and he probably did not have good memories of it.
Oshitari gave the butt one slap... then when he was sure the boy would remain
obediently still, he moved his other hand to hold the boy's cock. Fuji was
clearly confused when another slap came... and his length was rubbed, quickly
bringing it to life. The slaps alternated with the hand motions, and Fuji was
soon crying and flushed, his body and mind scarred with confusion. The spanking
was not that hard, but it had to have stung. At the same time, the tutor's
fingers circled the boy's member, sliding up and down, and as he wiggled in
response to the spanking he also rubbed his cock against his mentor's hand.
The cute noises were mixed with sobs when Fuji finally came.
Oshitari had to drag him to the bathroom, pat him down gently with a warm rag,
giving the small tensai time to stop crying.
Then he explained that while it was not shameful to come, it was shameful to
enjoy a punishment. He made sure Fuji understood.
Soon the boy was a genius at mathematics too.
They'd had a couple other lessons since then. The next one was a reward for
memorizing all of the elements in the main body of the periodic table. That had
been a challenge, just to get Fuji to stare at the paper instead of out the
window, or at the pictures in the room, or Oshitari's latest hair style. He was
sure the kid didn't have ADD, he was only like this when it came to memorizing
things or writing out the solutions to problems he'd instantly solved in his
head.
The noise Fuji made while getting a blow job was exquisite, as was his taste...
Oshitari had been sorely disappointed, though, when Fuji failed to complete his
pre-calculus workbook. The brunette swore he really didn't understand
derivatives, but Oshitari knew the boy'd been staring at a humming bird outside
during their lesson the day before.
He couldn't think of much at the time, so he'd stripped the boy naked, tied his
wrists to the bed's headboard with a sash, licked his cock till it was almost
leaking and then left him there for over half an hour. Finally the boy started
begging, promising he'd pay attention after their special lesson was over, so
Oshitari rewarded him by bringing him to climax.
The next lesson had been especially special, because Oshitari touched a new
area. Fuji was dragged in that afternoon by his parents, who threw a sketch
book at Oshitari's feat that was full of drawings the small tensai had made in
his lonely time at home. The one thing his parents didn't want him dabbling in
was something 'useless like art'. Oshitari was the only one Fuji seemed to
listen to, so they wanted him to punish their child for him, and make him write
lines or something till his hand bled and he gave up on drawing.
The blue haired tensai almost wanted to punch at least one of them, or at least
point out that it wasn't his job to punish Fuji, but instead he nodded and
brought Fuji in. He apologized to his pupil before hand, saying that he had to
give some sort of punishment, since he'd now made a promise to the Fuji couple,
but that he thought the artwork was very beautiful and there was nothing wrong
with liking to draw. And the sketchingswereincredible... he vowed some day to
buy the boy a set of charcoal. Maybe when he turned eighteen and could leave
his parents for good, the way Oshitari had.
His small punishment was to have the boy sit on his hands and knees on the bed,
like a dog, with his wrists and ankles tied. It was a submissive, revealing
position, and it seemed to have the desired effect as Fuji started trembling.
After a few minutes, Oshitari gently rubbed the boy's bare back, his warm hands
lessening the shivers. He caressed the exposed butt cheeks, gently parting them
to unveil the one private place he'd wanted to see most, but hadn't had cause
to so far.
Fuji didn't catch what was going on, until the tutor bent so close that his
breath puffed warmly against the small, tight hole. The brunette squeaked,
suddenly embarrassed, trembling again until Oshitari assured him that this was
alright, there was nothing weird back there, it wasn't dirty or anything. He
calmed the boy down by massaging his length, bringing it back to that hard
state that felt so natural in the tutor's large hand.
He licked his lips first, then gave a small, experimental lick to Fuji's hole.
The boy gasped in shock, and Oshitari, liking the reaction, decided to
continue. He swirled his tongue around the sensitive rim, enjoying how the hole
tightened, tempted to stretching it out but knowing Fuji had done nothing to
deserve that...yet. He satisfied himself with licking, licking and rimming,
using his tongue and his lips and enjoying the taste and smell of the boy
writhing below him. Fuji was trying to hold still but he just couldn't help
himself, the brunette was jerking back and forth, but he had a soft ass and
Oshitari didn't mind his face being bumped.
He pumping the boy's cock in perfect rhythm, soon matching the rhythm with his
tongue, till Fuji moaned and jerked, seed spewing onto the towel placed below
him.
Oshitari laid him on another part of the bed and untied his wrists and ankles,
letting him rest.
Fuji had been good since then. He came with his parents blank-faced, well, with
his smiling mask which might as well have been an emotionless Noh mask, but
once he was with Oshitari he relaxed and was himself. He was careful not to
make any mistakes, but it also seemed like he was trying not to do anything
worth rewarding, either.
Smirking, Oshitari understood the boy was still caught up in the idea that all
of this was embarrassing and shameful.
Yesterday was a little different though. Oshitari decided to teach Fuji about
animals - they had not had such a lesson for a while, not that there was much
the brunette didn't already know - so he took him to an aquarium. It was the
only place that had more information than Fuji, since the trainers specialized
in their work.
To say the boy was excited was an understatement. He couldn't hold still the
entire time. He ran from exhibit to exhibit, reading all the signs quickly and
instantly memorizing the facts they gave, then stared obsessively at whatever
was in the tank. His parents never seemed to take him any where, though he said
he'd been to a zoo before with his class. This was his first time seeing large
or unusual underwater creatures though.
Oshitari was amused by this behavior, and did not mind his pupil disappearing
from time to time when something new caught his eye. He bought them both ice
cream on the way home, which in his excitement, Fuji made fall in the car.
The boy wouldn't stop apologizing.
His tutor assured him it didn't matter, it was just an accident - it was only
poor behavior and intentions that were punishable through the special lessons.
But Fuji seemed to think that it was his over-excitement that caused the
accident, and while that was true, Oshitari assured him there was nothing wrong
with being excited.
But it seemed like Fuji's parents raised him to think that something was.
Fuji hesitated as he played, probably thinking that he deserved to be punished,
and the anticipation leaking into his style. His music, controlled by his
emotions, was perforated with anxiety, adding a fiery spark that was enjoyable
to listen to, despite all the screw ups, which would be obvious even to a non-
musician.
And then everything was worse because Fuji knew he'd messed up. He didn't say
anything about his mistakes. He just went over the part again, without waiting
for instruction. Even after the year they'd spent together, he still tried to
learn on his own and solve problems by himself. He was very good at it - well,
being a tensai, he was too good at it, but teachers exist for a reason, and
Oshitari wanted to remind him of that.
Fuji was shaking pretty hard when he finished. Placing his hands on his
protege's shoulder's, Oshitari smiled comfortingly, hoping the boy understood
what had gone wrong. The small brunette seemed like he was about to cry, but
Fuji never cried in front of others... except during the special lessons.
Because then he couldn't help it.
After a moment, Fuji nodded, and started slipping off his shirt, but Oshitari
stopped him and picked him up instead, carrying him off to the bedroom like a
child. The brunette was almost half his size, though he'd heard from Yumiko
that her brother was especially small for his age. Probably because he barely
ate. He wasn't picky - he just got sick if he ate too much.
"Shh," Oshitari cooed, laying the upset tensai gently on the bed. "I know you
tried your best." He moved his hands in circles along the boy's pale skin,
while slowly removing his clothes. "But you should have asked for help."
Shivering despite the warmth of the evening, Fuji squeezed his eyes shut and
nodded, earning a reassuring smile from his tutor. The phd student caressed the
honey brown locks, his free hand searching beneath his pillow and retrieving
the small tube he'd saved for this occasion.
"Today it's going to feel really good... at the end," Oshitari promised. "And
because you played very prettily, albeit with many errors, I'll show you a part
of myself." He put aside the tube for now, and unzipped his pants as he spoke,
letting them drop to his ankles. He then tugged off his briefs, stepping out of
them and his pants at the same time.
Fuji stared with widening eyes. The blue haired tensai had firm, smooth thighs,
built for sports but not bulky, and well-tanned skin from the summer months
they neared the end of. But what enlarged the cerulean orbs was the hard, long
shaft that stood proudly between his legs, lifting the edge of his shirt.
Kneeling onto the bed, he pinned down Fuji's tiny wrists with his large hands,
smirking at his protege who looked away with a blush. Fuji may have been
obedient, but he did not like being surprised, and worse, he did not like
others noticing when he was surprised.
The tutor's cock was larger than his hand. He rubbed it against Fuji's small
one to show him how much larger. Sky blue eyes glimmered innocently at him,
questioning but trusting. Yes, Fuji trusted him, more than anything else in his
life.
They both moaned from the friction, but Fuji's genius brain was too wrapped up
in thoughts, probably questioning why they were so different. Had the boy never
seen another man's cock? Or maybe not one so big.
Smirking, Oshitari whispered, "It's to make you feel good." Tilting his head,
Fuji clearly did not understand, but he would, soon.
The twenty-two year old pulled them up towards the head of the bed, centering
their bodies on the mattress. Fuji was scared but silent, caught up in the
strange pleasure of another manhood rubbing against his. Of course he was
scared, he knew from his tutor's words that there would be a painful punishment
in the beginning.
And Oshitari did not go back on his word. Swiping the tube he'd put aside
earlier, the phd coated his fingers with lube, then gently maneuvered Fuji onto
his stomach so this would be easier to do. He held the boy's wrists together
firmly with his dry hand, placing the palm of the other one on that sensual
butt to push apart the cheeks. He placed his index and middle fingers against
the exposed ring, licking his lips.
The hole twitched, remembering the attention it had received last time, but it
was still virgin tight. Come to think of it, this would be the tutor's first
time taking a virgin.
He licked his lips again, then pushed inside.
A sharp cry rang from the small brunette as the two digits forced their way
into the hole. Even with lube the boy's body was squirming with rejection as
the foreign appendages shifted in deeper, mercilessly entering up to the
knuckles. Oshitari was too excited by the reaction, and couldn't stop himself
from quickly pushing in a third finger, even though it was too soon. Fuji
screamed.
The fingers probed inside, pulling in and out as they searched, trying
different angles. The boy had enough time to recover from his shock, and
started whimpering.
"Sensei it hurts... it really hurts... stop..." His voice faded into a silent
gasp, as Oshitari finally found his g-spot and gave it a tap. He rubbed the
spot and also Fuji's cock until the boy stopped crying, breathing faster and
louder instead. Then the blue haired tensai completely pulled away.
Fuji trembled unstoppably on the bed, too shocked to move, terrified but at the
same time aching for the hands to return. The blue gaze swirled with
conflicting emotions, and Oshitari wondered what his piano would sound like
now. He decided to find out sometime how his student played while stimulated...
maybe during their next special lesson.
He turned the immobilized boy onto his back, covering the small body with his
own and kissing the forehead beneath him. His legs dragged between Fuji's,
forcing them up and apart, till the tip of his cock reached Fuji's entrance.
Holding the shaking tensai down by his wrists, Oshitari enjoyed the look of
fearful surrender as the boy accepted his punishment. Not that he would have
dared struggle, but there was a line between endurance and acceptance, and the
tutor wanted his student to take part in the latter. With all other things,
Fuji merely endured.
Oshitari's cock was much thicker and longer than three of his fingers. Even
with the lube, he knew the preparation was not enough. Hm....Fuji would just
have to get used to it.
He thrust part way in, but then had to stop because of Fuji's ear piercing
scream. God, that and the tightness... he'd never felt anything like it. He'd
barely gotten in past the head, and already the small body was forcing him out.
His boyfriends in college had more experience than sluts, and they took it so
easily, so Oshitari wasn't sure why this was so hard. He tried pushing in
further, but felt Fuji's feet bang against his back, tears streaming down the
young teen's cheeks. Sighing, he pulled back out, added more lube to his cock,
and tried again.
He pushed his way in slowly, finding that if he gave it a little more time
Fuij's body would give in, letting him enter. He was about half way in when he
hit the boy's g-spot, which was a relief to both of them, since Fuji finally
stopped screaming. Oshitari started pumping the brunette's length, bringing
back the hardness it had lost, as he fitted himself in further. He was pleased
when he finally fit all the way, but bit his lip to stop himself from coming
right then, turning his focus on stroking Fuji's cock and body.
The brunette was sobbing hard, but at the same time he was flushed and moaning.
Oshitari noticed early in their lessons that the boy had an aptitude for
masochism... at least, he took pain well, many times not even batting an eye
when injured. It was an exhilarating discovery, since Oshitari himself had
never been as responsive as his own tutor had wanted him to be. The blue haired
tensai had learned with his college boyfriends that he was naturally a seme -
meant to be on top and in control, during sex.
He'd calmed his libido enough that he could move, and started shifting in and
out, only a little at first then gradually he pulled out more and more. Fuji
was adjusting but still screamed at the harder thrusts, his small limbs
thrashing along with Oshitari's pace. The boy was still hard though, and he was
close, which was good since his tutor couldn't hold out much longer. They moved
together several times, and then Fuji cried out in pleasure instead of pain,
his seed spilling onto his own chest and stomach.
Oshitari thrust one more time before allowing his own release, calling his
student's name while hugging him fiercely.
He rolled off to let the boy breathe, and took some deep breaths of his own.
That had been, undoubtedly, the most incredible experience of his life. It was
like they said, all the romance novels he read, sex was really different with
someone you loved. He sat up to gaze upon his worn out pupil, deciding to leave
cuddling as a reward for the next special lesson.
Fuji lay flushed and panting on the comforter, sweat and tears rolling off his
face, his body twisted lusciously, pale skin reflecting the dim lamp light. His
blue eyes glistened and glazed over, his honey brown locks stuck to his skin.
There was cum on his stomach, cum and blood on his legs and on the sheets,
marks to commemorate this night, that Oshitari would always cherish.
The boy didn't know how beautiful he was, but that was the one thing Oshitari
didn't want to teach him.
He would do everything it took to keep Fuji to himself.
End Notes
     OWARI
     See? Messed up. Way more friggin messed up than I even meant it to
     be.
     Some additional backstory, since this story is told entirely from
     Oshitari's POV:
     Fuji went to a regular school and was bumped up grades, until he was
     ten in a classroom of fourteen year olds - and fourteen year olds are
     vicious, boys and girls. By that point, the bullying was both
     physically and psychologically severe, just short of rape (nope, no
     molestation ^^; on their part, but there were plenty of times he got
     beaten up, and often by girls o.O). His parents finally did pull him
     out, but it was more because they felt he wasn't learning anything
     and that the school system was no good.
     They sent him off to the private classes, but he only lasted a few
     weeks in the first one, and a matter of days in the second one - not
     only did he show zero willingness to learn, he also pulled some
     infamous sadistic pranks on his teachers. ^^; Which his parents never
     mentioned to Oshitari, since they thought he wouldn't agree to
     tutoring if he knew.
     As for Oshitari...
     What he's doing is wrong, but he doesn't know that. He sees Fuji as a
     younger version of himself, and assumes that Fuji feels the same way
     about everything that he did. He thinks his behavior is normal, since
     his tutor did the same things to him - but Oshitari left his tutor
     once he surpassed the older man. Ironically, Fuji will also surpass
     Oshitari at some point, which Oshitari never considers... but whether
     or not Fuji leaves, well, I'll leave that up to you. ^__^
     I feel bad for bastardizing Yuushi. *CRY*
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