*******Warning Mature Content Beyond this Point*******

"Hey, no teeth this time."

A light but calming voice resonates in the dorm room. It sings out breathlessly, full of desire. Tone hushed so any occupants next door can not hear him groan. Full of impatience, and vigor, a small smile on lips. Curious lazy sage green hues dance around the male's face that sits but a few inches from his groin. Clear of the building anticipation, curling toes as much as lust pitches small erotic breaths. The euphoria runs through his veins.

His face beet red.

And that is all Kisha can see from his side of the room. Deadpan expression holds the images of his boss and another male living in a world of their own. He sits reclined in his chair, watching the one known as Saikai-- his boss, do the many things he often does without Kisha's consent or the need to give himself privacy. 

The large dorm is big enough to accommodate a small house party. Squeezed with limited mobility, however. On Saikai's side of the room, there's a small but sturdy cot-like bed with a metal frame. The thick mattress is very comfortable for a one-person sleeper. Two pillows neatly sit just at his right to the top of the bed. Saikai's bed made neatly only moments ago to satisfy their company.

"I will not..."

Kisha hears the voice of the third male in their room whisper and the contents in his stomach nearly volcano inside of his dry throat. He has to admit that he hates these encounters. He hates how Saikai never minded bringing whoever into their room. Saikai's snicker soon follows the whisper. The two play around a little, touching each other sweetly, before the sound of an unbuckled belt holds air only moments later. The small digits that belong to the dainty male dance, experienced in the job title he took, twirling the belt through spirit fingers-like movements.

Kisha decides to look away and find his attention somewhere else because he knows what will soon transpire. Even though Saikai let his guard down, Kisha has to keep it for him. It's his job otherwise he wouldn't be here. Maybe that's the reason why Saikai keeps him around even in times like this.

A security blanket that never complains about anything he's doing. Kisha's gaze lands on his screen again, fingers tracing the refresh button every second to act as if he's doing something besides snooping. He isn't able to chase the strange, but alerting sounds. They fill his ears driving him to look. These days the text messages coming through his phone are only spam. He never liked them but will gladly accept one or two to read right now during this insufferable moment. Kill the secondhand embarrassment flowing through him and keep his mind clear. Anything that'll help settle the want to harm the intruder in their space.

The other gang members are doing their own thing in the mornings. Randomly texting them a panicked message will send the receivers flying over to their room in no time. This will cancel all the foul things that are about to happen, saving Kisha from this nightmare. His eyes scan the contacts list of possible anxieties, reading a heap of names with the most desire to please. If Kisha says anything to anyone, a ripple effect may take place leaving a socially charged mess behind his actions. He'll be forced to clean up that as well. An impatient tap against the phone screen from a pointed thumb hits a random contact, but he quickly presses the back key to send the phone to the home screen.

It's no use trying to stoop that low. Saikai will wiggle out of it and simply tell the disturbing gang member not to come in. A text of DND was sent out minutes ago, all giving their confirmation of receiving the order. These DNDs are to be taken seriously because Saikai isn't a man to approach when he asks to be alone. The foul things that anyone can witness are enough to scar that individual.

"So, Mr. Saikai, do you want the usual?"

The petite male prostitute continues his speech. Placing one finger above the alluring bulge. It's quite a sight, fixated, starved, glistening eyes take in the defined imprint. He runs digits down slowly teasing the lump. This male often tries to appease all of his clients from the stories that make it to Kisha's ears. The school prostitute with no check-ups has to be full to the brim with disease, but his boss always tests his life for sex. Tests are not required from the students here at the academy because sex isn't allowed. It's a silly idea to think that many adults with hormones are following such a rule. Though routine physicals and bloodwork rule out any existing hereditary disease, Kisha's one of the many who has yet to even have a physical here. Like he'd allow grubby hands rubbing him all over.

Kisha hears Saikai let out a small huff. Kisha's eyes dart in his direction quickly to make sure he's still okay, severing himself from occupied thoughts. He witnesses the prostitute feeling Saikai's erection through the thin fabric of the uniform like a kneading cat. Saikai lays back on his arms and kickstands behind him.

"No, make it slow, bitch. I have given you more than enough for your service." Saikai chuffs back nearly rolling his eyes.

"Of course!" The small male replies in an excited tone, almost a squeak.

Rising slightly to bend brings his face only inches from Saikai's groin. He sticks out his tongue a small 'Aahh' test air before he lowers himself just slightly.

Kisha instinctively looks away just then, hoping not to see the prostitute plunge his Boss's penis down his throat. It never occurs to him that he wants to know how Saikai sounds when he moans. He doesn't... Ever...

Ziiiipppp

Kisha shudders at the sound, a riddling sensation driving his muscles tense.

The prostitute unzips the zipper with his teeth. The bulge, unable to hold within the constricting thin fabric, presses the opening just a little wider. The prostitute takes no time to reach a hand into the now-exposed underwear. They are solid white. A specific brand a lot of the gang leaders wear that's not cheap.

Pulling it from its warm domain, the prostitute lets out a small laugh over the oozing precum. It runs down his fingers, filling between every digit as it travels a heated line upon the shaft.

Saikai lays back into position, placing his arms behind his head. He nudges his lower half forward, parting his knees to give better access. A light sigh pours from his slightly opened mouth as his daring sage green eyes wander to the ceiling. He began to think of devious things like choking and gagging the other student. All of it makes the moment more enjoyable.

The desire that fills the prostitute's eyes, he knows he will be left very satisfied today. No one ever looks at him as if he's food. Saikai's unsure whether to be scared or intrigued.

''You know, staring at it will pop a surprise on your face."

Saikai whispers, eyes low, face flushed. The prostitute rolls those almond-colored eyes at his remark, sticks out his tongue, and licks the thick flow to the tip. Slowly, sensually, only to swallow the fluid soon after as his eyes travel to lock into Saikai's.

Gulp

Saikai shivers from the moist and almost rough tongue. The heat huffing against his erection made his skin crawl. The gentle rubbing of saliva gives sensations that he wants to, needs to thrust.

There's a firm grip holding Saikai's erection, which is causing some unwanted twitches in his knees. The pressure only makes it harder to focus.

Raising on his knees, crawling forward to sit in between Saikai's legs, the school prostitute opens his mouth and slowly lowers his head.

"Ahn." He breathes; tongue sent to run small circles around the tip.

Saikai let out another sigh of relief mixed into a muffled groan. His fingertips pull at his hair, pain clashing with impatience. He rocks his hips out of a lack of self-control.

He's ready for the other male to plunge it into his mouth, hitting his throat at any moment, that is until,

"Your time's up, Saikai."

The huskier tone from the only other person in the room suddenly rings out, throwing his once pleasant scene into turmoil. The voice comes from up above, looking over him as a shadow, but his eyes are closed. He tries to desperately ignore the presence of the ultimate party killer, hoping that he will just walk away, but the male prostitute has also froze in response. Saikai nudges his waist again in anticipation as if telling the male to ignore Kisha. Oh yeah, it's Kisha.

Kisha watches as Saikai opens his eyes very slowly, peeking through one with hope that he will disappear if he moves slowly enough. The disappointment hits but a lasting grunt because in full-fledged intimidation, Kisha hovers like the ball of black he is. Their stare meets a few seconds later. A face emitting grimace, looking down at Saikai, the least bit amused by his childishness. He's had enough of this. Like many of the other meetings, he can't sit here and listen to the sounds the human body makes as individuals indulge themselves with one another. Live sex makes Kisha uncomfortable when it contains someone he knows. Just the idea of watching someone close indulge in something that should be kept private makes the situation worse than it is.

Lack of awareness, situation reading, and care of privacy other than his own, Kisha has bigger things on his mind than these things. Sex is easily obtainable in this school which drives the fact that sex can be done at any time. An annoyed expression washes on Saikai's face as their eyes dance with one another for a short while before Kisha decides to stand up straight. His cold stare travels along his friend until falling on the intruder.

"God dammit! For what?" Saikai begins to throw a fit right then and there. He hates being interrupted at times like these. His body is worked up. He isn't sure if it's anger or pleasure surging through him right now. Though he will kindly enjoy Kisha watching him from start to finish with an empty expression, he would prefer it without interruptions.

Kisha refuses an answer, only continuing his gaze upon the prostitute. The image is embedded in his mind. He's no stranger to the look of Saikai's penis; however, seeing it laying erect, on the verge of busting a load against the cheek and lost eyes of a held hostage student is a picture he doesn't want to remember. Kisha watches as the male's throat instinctively swallows whatever warm liquid resides upon his tongue, premixed with his drool. At that moment, Kisha nearly gags looking away. How can anyone want to sleep around with Saikai? He's ugly as fuck. Slowly fixing Saikai's pants and locking it back in its clothed cage, the prostitute sits uncomfortably on his knees, looking away from the burning stare.

A small sigh from Kisha's lips, satisfied, looks back at Saikai to address something he has forgotten,

"Opening ceremony."

The only thing Kisha says in response with a monotone soft voice. His hand dives into one of his pockets, digits fiddle around with the lint inside, scraping nails against the corner to gather a bit before he plays with it through pointer and thumb.

Saikai flailing his arms while he groans alerts Kisha to step back a bit until safely Saikai's intentions show-- smacking at the bed with so much aggression the prostitute flinch naturally.

What the fuck? Saikai has only one time to put his hands on him and Kisha knows his desire to break Saikai's neck will become a plaguing thought until acted out. They had planned to awaken early, maybe get down to breakfast, but Saikai wanted some well-needed head.

Poised and on time, just downright prestige Kisha is always when it comes to things like this. Annoying.

"Kishaaaaaaa, you go! Everyone only wants to see you anyway." Saikai protests, curling top lip out of disappointment and regret. He has bigger and better things to do. One that brought him to new heights! The climax!

Kisha turns on his heels and begins walking away, never minding Saikai's unhappiness. There's still a job, and it's not his job to babysit anyone. Unless he's getting paid for his services, he has no loyalty to anyone at a given time. Kisha knows his service saved Saikai from a lifetime of pain, but he wishes otherwise. His mind traces back to the disease-filled prostitute idea. Kisha's not one to accept his friend straying from his duties.

Sex can wait. He's been waiting. Saikai's in desperate need of celibacy anyway.

Saikai sits up, looking at Kisha, and climbs to his feet. He was about to ruin that pretty little sluts face. Just thirty more sec-- maybe five-- ok, two, tops.

Ignoring the male on his knees, Saikai bounces around him as if he's an obstructing object.

"Shit, wait for me, damn."

Place hand on his head, and pushing himself forward, knocking the male prostitute to one side. He jogs to catch up with Kisha who's leaving the room. The feeling pressed between his leg and pants sends waves through him. He winces in response, kicking and hopping to kill the sensation and his boner.

He still can feel the stimulation but has to kill it quickly before he makes a mess in his khakis.

Leaning on Kisha's frame abruptly and too close for comfort, Saikai let out a seductive, whispering tone. He slams himself against the warm hard body of his friend, not even a flinch as Kisha takes his entire weight.

"I have a hard-on and it hurrrrrttts, Kisha." His face is not so red but resembles a drunkard in color. 

Kisha lacks care, only allowing his eyes to remain forward. Isn't sure if he's been hearing Saikai correctly either. There's a lot of unwanted English darting into the side of his head. His mind's set on getting to this opening ceremony. Every year a certain number of newcomers come into Nirvana. More troubled adults come to a place they think will fix them.

Some know Nirvana is anything but Nirvana. It's also adults like themselves who choose a path to leading these unruly men. Adults having power and control over each other.

Saikai releases a small laugh when he notices Kisha's usual nonreaction.

He looks ahead to see where they are going. The halls empty, with no dirt, paper, a mess in sight. Every student stays in their room until the ceremony ends.

Bulletins are on the walls. Decorated in bright colors of upcoming events and award-winning occupants. It looks like a real academy, with lockers trailing the walls. Some had locks on them while others were unused. Painted a beautiful shiny black this school year.

The lights in the hall are sickening, bright, clean, and immaculate with a prestigious aura. Stainless large windows only reflect the season; how much time passes within walls if the occupants look out the window every few months.

Kisha's gaze turns to one as they walk past a few every couple of feet, looking out into the empty courtyard the season is on the verge of changing again for the many years spent here. Since he's awakened this morning, there's been an unsettling curl inside of his stomach. A tension that something is going to happen to him. It's riling only creeps to his fingertips and his chest, causing a tightening fist in hopes that they'll go away. He's feeling it a lot stronger while he's walking in this direction, instinct burying him like a dying gas station light. Too much to ignore, a sigh of discomfort peers quietly to not alert Saikai. He rarely asks questions, but this isn't just an everyday warning.

It's stressful.

Besides the bright future written at the foundation of this school, there's more to it than meets the eye. It's tainted by the darkness that taps at the floors, making their way to fall in place with sinister missions-- the students of course.

"Nirvana Academy... Another day, huh, Kisha?"

Yeah, humans locked in a haven consisting of four walls did not resemble their homes, but the darkness that humans harbor no matter the place they live. If the area could influence their behavior, it will the moment they walk in here.

Maybe take the delinquent out of jail, off the streets, out of abusive homes, but be unable to take the abuse, hardship, and struggle out of the human.

What does that stir?

Heaven with demons running around.

Saikai's other hand is tucked neatly in his pocket, he decides to joke along with his stoic friend.

"Hard-on.... plus... Fresh... Men."

A snicker follows the slow drifting of Saikai's tongue against top lip. That all sounds wonderful. Saikai releases another small laugh, squeezing Kisha's forearm in excitement. A little bit of cash to a struggling newcomer, he knows that's his tactic to get them where he wants. Everyone is willing to do anything when there is money involved. It's always fun when they do not know what they are walking into. The thought of having new toys makes his heart clench. By the look on Kisha's face, he doesn't care.

"Who knows... Maybe you'll find someone this time." Saikai playfully taunts.

But that's the sickening feeling Kisha's been getting the whole time.

((A/N:

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The opening chapter is a lil spicy.

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