It was a bright and early day, and a young man was in his home making himself some tea and toast for breakfast, one of the most important meal of the day. Humming a happy tune to himself, he efficiently worked on his necktie while waiting for the tea to cool and then sat himself down and ate his breakfast, reading the daily newspaper while he did so. When he was done he cleared everything up and put them in the sink, deciding to wash them up later. It would not do to be late for his first day at work. He has gone through a lot to get this job, studying day and night to pass his qualification exams and researching everything that he thought would be asked to pass the interview with flying colours. He would become the best there was.

From that day forth he shall be known as Takeshi-sensei.

Temporary substitute teacher extraordinaire.


****

Etsuki let out a yawn that threatened to break his jaw while Mogi walked beside him, chatting about her weekend activities with her beloved uncle. The way the girl carried on made the boy wonder if there was anything else beyond this niece-uncle relationship. If there was then he hoped Takumi would not be heartbroken about it as the two seemed to be very close since the first day they met but with Takumi no one can be sure what the boy was actually feeling. That boy was as expressive as a pile of rock at times. And dense too.

"Etsuki-kun! Mogi-chan!"

The boy's face suddenly broke into a grin when he recognised the sweet voice.
"Kasumi-san! Oyasumi nasai!"

"Oyasumi," the pony-tailed girl smiled prettily, "Have you two done your homework?"

"Aa." Her friends answered.
"It was pretty easy once you get past the 3rd question," Mogi said.

"Hm." Kasumi nodded as she walked along with them to their classroom. Stepping inside, they immedietly saw Keisuke Takahashi sitting on top of Takumi's desk - and where there was Keisuke, there was bound to be Takumi. Again Etsuki was left wondering about his friend's relationship, this time of Takumi's. It was odd to see a popular senior being very close to a junior, and Takumi has no outer winning quality whatsoever. He was not an athlete, definitely not a scholar and he was not even one of those fun-type breed where Keisuke most definitely came from other than being so charmingly attractive. Other than being a good friend of his, all that Takumi has was his... looks. He admit, Takumi could go hand-in-hand for being the prettiest in their class if compared with the girls here. Even Kasumi.
Etsuki 'hmm'ed. Maybe that was the reason why Keisuke liked to hang around with his friend.
Well, Etsuki thought, if that was the case, then Takumi probably wouldn't mind much about Mogi's 'uncle' after all.

"Takumi-kun!" Mogi greeted, walking towards the boy, "Ogenki desu ka?"

"Mogi." Takumi nodded, "Ogenki desu. Anata wa?"

"I'm fine too." The girl smiled, placing her bag on her desk beside Takumi. "How are you, sempai?"

"Oh, I'm fine." Keisuke grinned. "I've had a wonderful weekend."

"Oh?" Mogi looked at him. "Where did you go to?"

"Oh, just lazing away in bed." The young man winked. "Well, actually that's where the action is."

Mogi blinked and then quickly blushed bright red. Etsuki was clueless at first but when he saw Takumi glaring at the senior, the boy's face flaming in embarassment, he instantly knew. Only Kasumi was the one left looking puzzled.

"Nani? Nani?" Kasumi demanded to her friends, "Did I miss something?"

"Ano..." Etsuki coughed. "I'll tell you later."

"Keisuke-sempai..."

Etsuki, Mogi and Kasumi groaned while Takumi sighed. Keisuke just looked resigned. They needn't turn to look at the one who has just spoken to know of the worship look in his eyes but they did so anyway.

"Oyasumi, Kenta." The older boy smiled.

Kenta still had that dreamy look on his face. "How was your weekend, sempai?"

"He spent most of it in bed," Etsuki huffed, before Keisuke could answer, looking at Takumi pointedly. The brown-haired boy blushed again.

"What?!" Kenta exclaimed, "You were sick, sempai?! If I had known, I would've come to visit you!"

Etsuki stiffled a snicker before Mogi could elbow him in the guts. Kasumi pouted, annoyed that other than Kenta she still did not know what was going on.

Keisuke smiled lazily. "Oh, don't worry about it, Kenta. Takumi took good care of me."

At that explanation, Kenta focused his attention on Takumi with narrowed eyes while the boy began mumbling something unintelligible.
Etsuki thought he said something like "...Sick my ass. He wasn't so sick when I got there. That hentai &*^&%@*!%&..." but since he rarely heard his bestfriend swear he could not be sure.

At that moment, the bell began to ring and Yuuichi-sensei entered followed by another man that they have never seen before.

"Keisuke," Yuuichi-sensei said the senior, who was still lounging around while the juniors were busy rushing to their seats, "What are you doing here? Isn't your class in the east corridor?"

"Hai, sensei." Keisuke grinned sheepishly. "I'm just saying goodbye to my friends here. Well, goodbye."
And he walked out, followed by the amused stares of a few people and some awed ones. Etsuki made a face. Keisuke could still look cool even if he was being thrown out of a room.

"Class," Yuuichi said, bringing the student's attention back to the front, "I regret to inform you that Kyoji-sensei will be away for one month due to personal reasons. Your new substitute teacher, Nakazato-sensei will be taking over during Kyoji-sensei's absence so I hope you will welcome and respect him as Kyoji-sensei. Now stand up and greet Nakazato-sensei."

"Rise," Kenta, the monitor, ordered and everyone obediently stood up to bow in greeting.

"Good morning, Nakazato-sensei."

"Ah." The new teacher smiled abashedly, motioning for the class to sit down again. "Good morning. Please call me Takeshi-sensei. I hope that we can work together and take up from last week's lesson when Kyoji-sensei was here."

Yuuichi-sensei nodded in approval. "Alright. I'll leave the class in your hands, Nakazato."

"Hai." Takeshi nodded.
When the older man left the room, he took out the register book and began calling out the names of his students. Pleased that all were accounted for, he had the class take out the text book for the first lesson of the day. Biology.

"Ok, class," Takeshi said, opening up his own books after laying out his notes he had written down the night before, "Open up to page 34, chapter 7-"

"Uh... sensei?"

Takeshi looked up from his book and asked, "Yes, Kenta?"

"We've already did that last week. We are one week ahead compared to other classes."

Takeshi stared at him. Quickly he began flipping to the next chapter, trying to keep himself from losing it in front of his first class.
Alright, Takeshi. No need to panic. It's not so hard. I mean, it's just-

Suddenly his eyes grew wide and his face took on a decidedly pale shade of colour. The 8th chapter was all about.....*gulp* sex.

"O-Ok," Takeshi stuttered, "Turn to page 45 on s-sex-"

"Sex?"

Takumi jumped in his seat when Keisuke suddenly appeared beside him with interested eyes on the surprised substitute teacher.

"Mou," the senior pouted, "How come they didn't teach us this when we were in year two?"

"That's because the syllabus changed since the beginning of this year."

The class now turned to stare at the handsome young teacher who has just appeared at the door, arms crossed in a show of annoyance. It took the brown-haired sensei only 4 strides to reach the uninvited student and yank him up by the ears, before proceeding to drag him away.

"Who told you to go out while I was teaching?!" demanded Ryousuke-sensei,
"I should have you stand in the corridor for an hour for going out without my permission. And for disrupting another class too."

"But aniki-" Keisuke began to whine and struggle but only got a smack at the back of his head for his trouble.

"That's sensei to you, brat."

The class including the dark-haired sensei sweatdropped.

When the pair was gone, Takeshi cleared his throat in embarassment. "Well, then. Right," he began hesitantly, "Sex. To procreate. An acitivity in which to produce children..."

An hour later the students were more knowledgable and the new sensei discreetly breathed a sigh of relief. Takeshi whipped his sweaty forehead with his handkerchief and after allowing what he has taught some time to sink into the student's mind, he looked at them and asked, "Alright. Any questions?"

"Ano... sensei?"

"Yes, Akiyama?"

"So, now we know about sex and all but... umm... what do we do before that?"

Takeshi stared at the girl's innocent-looking face and his own face burned, vaguely hearing the boy beside her choke.

"E-Eto..." he tugged at his suddenly gone tight collar and looked around. To his dismay, everyone seemed to expecting the answer as well. After taking a deep breath, he began to tell them of his 22 years worth of experience.

Half an hour later, everyone was looking at Takeshi with a new measure of respect.

"Wow?" breathed Kenta, "We actually do that?"

"M-hm," Takeshi smiled, a blush staining his cheeks as he remembered that particular memory.

"Foul play sounds to interesting," Kasumi thought out loud, making Etsuki choke again. Behind him, Takumi was trying very hard to control his own blush.
The boy mumbled, "So that was why he-"

"What was that?" Mogi asked.

"Nothing," Takumi replied before clamping his mouth shut.

"Ok, class." Takeshi beamed broadly, shutting his textbook with a satisfying thump, "We're done here. Please someone collect the homework and pass them over to me."

While the classroom were abuzz with talk about what they have learnt, Kenta collected the papers with Mogi's help. When the short-haired girl reached Takumi's desk, the boy was still searching for his paper in his bag and when he finally found it Kenta, has already handed his stack to the sensei.

"Nevermind," Takumi said, feeling guilty for making her wait. Taking Mogi's stack away from her, he offered, "I'll hand it up for you."

Mogi shrugged and went to her seat while Takumi walked over to the teacher's desk but upon reaching it, his foot accidentally hooked itself onto one of the desk's feet sending him stumbling right into the arms of Takeshi-sensei and with the force of the fall the two fell onto the floor with a resounding 'thud'. Papers were thrown in the air and as they fluttered down only then did some of the students realise that Takumi and their new sensei were still on the floor and upon looking at them they saw why.

Forced to relieve his memories of sexual escapades, Takeshi's mind was metaphorically still stuck in the gutter as he stood there waiting for the homework to be handed onto him. He barely acknowledged Kenta when the boy handed half of the work to him since he was trying to force himself to think of other things other than sex, passion and lust and therefore it was of no surprise that when Takumi stumbled into him, he was in no condition to maintain his balance and down they fell onto the hard floor. Under normal circumstances Takeshi would have picked the both of them up and brush away any of the boy's stuttered apologies but not when he was still having the after effects of the sex talk and feeling the boy's young body pressed against him did not help matter any. Oh, and the fact that their lips accidentally brushed together when Takumi, who was still dazed from the fall, was lifting his head up from Takeshi's shoulder triggered the young sensei to act.

For Takumi, when sure lips touched his mouth, he acted purely on instinct. He kissed back without a thought on who he was kissing. With a quiet moan, he allowed his mouth to be plundered by hungry lips and a questing tongue sparked his own for a heated dance of want and desire.

"Wow... This is the first time I saw it live."

"I didn't know it could be so.... hot..."

Takeshi suddenly came to his senses and released the sweet mouth to look over Takumi's shoulder where the whole class was staring at them with wide eyes.

"Takumi," Mogi sniffed with trembling lips, "So it is true!"

"So does that mean Keisuke-sempai is not really with him?" Kenta asked Kasumi hopefully.

Kasumi looked at him in surprise, "What? Where did you hear that? Etsuki!"

The boy in question burrowed himself down in his seat.


~~~~

"I didn't know you had it in you, Takumi!"

"Can you give me some pointers?"

"Have you kissed before?"

"I think he has. Who else did you kiss, if you don't mind my asking."

Takumi was tempted to hide under his desk after what has happened a few minutes ago. After Takeshi-sensei's hurried departure, Takumi was instantly barraged by questions both innocent and not. Any questions that was thrown at him was not given any chance to be answered since everyone had their own, but one query in particular brought everyone to silence.

"How did it feel? Was he good?"

Takumi blushed to the roots of his hair.
"Uh.... I-I guess..."

"Details, boy! Details!" Tsugumi, one of their classmates demanded.

Takumi unconciously backed away from the girl.
"H-he's a g-good kisser?" Takumi stammered, not certain if it was the answer she was looking for. It seemed to be because she suddenly had a thoughtful look on her face.

"Honto?" she murmured in a hushed tone.

"Takeshi-sensei is more than meets the eye," Kasumi said, not seeing the crestfallen look on Etsuki's face.

"I wonder if he could teach us more than biology," Kenta wondered out loud.

Everyone looked at him before they too began to ponder that thought.


****

"Hey, Keisuke!"

The boy with the fashioned spiked hair turned to see his friend, Wataru, walk up to him with an expression that made him sit up in his seat.

"What's up?" the boy asked.

Wataru sat on the chair in front of Kesiuke's desk backwards and leaned his body forward. Crossing his arms on the back of the chair, he looked his at friend right in the eye and said, "You didn't tell me you have something going on with Fujiwara from my sister's class."

Keisuke leaned forward on his desk with a lazy smile on his face. "You didn't ask."

"I should've known something was up when you kept going there before class." Wataru rolled his eyes. "Especially with him being the cutest among the year twos."

"Oi." Keisuke frowned. "He's mine, y'hear?"

"I hear, I hear," his friend chuckled before he looked back at Keisuke with an amused glitter in his eyes.
"Though you might want to watch out for that new sensei of theirs."

Keisuke back straightened. "What do you mean?"

"My sister told me just now that he kissed your Takumi in front of the whole class after they had that subject on sex," Wataru told him before he acquired a thoughtful look on his face, "I didn't know teachers were giving hands on experience to students nowadays-"

A growl emerged from Keisuke's throat, "What?"

"What I said," Wataru huffed, "And listen to this: after talking to Fujiwara, Kasumi and the rest of her classmates has somehow thought that Takeshi-sensei would be the best person to teach them how to kiss. It was a good thing I managed to tell her to stay away from him before she could join her friends on a 'let's rate Takeshi-sensei's kiss' game. 'Makes me wonder if he was that good... *piku* uh.... I don't think I should've said that... Sorry, man.... Hey, where are you going?"

By that time Keisuke was already stalking towards the door in purposeful strides. "Out to reclaim my right."


****

The half-hour breaktime was just about to end as Keisuke walked back to his classroom with a satified smile on his face. After dragging Takumi to the back of the sport's equipment shed to assure himself that the younger boy still trembled under his touch, he then allowed Takumi to relay his side of the story. When the junior has finished talking, Keisuke was full of self-righteous anger, thinking that the sensei has taken advantage of his sweet, innocent boyfriend. Before he could march over to the staff room to give the sensei a piece of his mind, Takumi managed to pull him back with a passionate kiss that the young boy rarely initiates, hence to goofy smile on his smile.

As he was about to step into his classroom, a thought suddenly came onto him. There was still the fact that Wataru sister said that Takumi thought the sensei's kisses were good. Preoccupied that he was with Takumi in his arms just now, he forgot to ask whose kisses were the best, though if he did ask, there was the possibility that Takumi would lie to spare his feelings. Finally after much thought, Keisuke decided that there was only way to find out for himself.


****

At the Takahashi residence:

Takeshi dropped heavily onto the leather couch with a weary groan. Ryousuke shook his head in pity as he loosened his necktie before walking to the kitchen to get his new friend something cold to drink.

When Ryousuke returned with the drink, Takeshi's eyes were closed but creases on his forehead were evident from that troubled look on his face.

"Relax," Ryousuke told his friend as he set the drinks down, "It'll blow over soon."

Takeshi scowled. "I hope so. I've never thought kids nowadays would be so agressive. I even got followed to the restroom by one of my students just now. I don't think I'll be able walk in school alone without 17 year olds cornering me for a kiss."

The brown-haired teacher patted his friend's shoulder in a conciliatory gesture, trying to keep himself from laughing. "There, there."

"And that's not all!" Takeshi moaned, "I swear they were looking at my ass! Now how am I gonna teach anyone when I know they'll only be looking at my ass?!"

"Wear a long jacket?" Ryousuke grinned, his suggestion half-serious and half in jest.

"It's summer," Takeshi pointed out to him dully as he picked up his drink.

"How about loose pants?"

"How loose can pants be before it falls down?" The brunette made a face. "Now that'll give them something to see."

Ryousuke chuckled in mirth as he stood up again to get some snacks from the kitchen.
"That's what belts are for," he called over his shoulder, chuckling again at the sound of Takeshi's annoyed grunt.

Taking out the left-over cake from the fridge, Ryousuke began cutting them up into pieces, glancing at the clock on the wall as he worked.
Hmmm... Kesiuke should be home by now.... he thought when suddenly there came a horrified yell from the living room.

"What do you think you're doing?! Ah! Get away from me!"

"Hold still, dammit!" came Keisuke's angry tone, "It's just one kiss!"

"No!!" Takeshi screeched, "Ryousuke!! HELP!!!!"


~owari