Sex Teaching Contest

CHAPTER 1

Bell Liberty Academy had organized a party to celebrate the end of the school term and the start of the long awaited holidays. All of the students were merrily walking from one place to another around the campus, carrying banners, posters, flags, leaflets and brochures, everything related to the end of the term festival and all of it made by themselves with lots of love. Some of them were already installing the stands in which they were going to serve snacks and fast food. The younger students where busy handing out the flyers while most of the sempais followed the Student Council President’s orders.
- You, there! Stop lazing around and start helping out! The three stooges over there! Move your stupid asses over here and move this bench out of the way! And you...! – The King’s expression turned into a winner look as he watched a certain blond approaching him - My lovely Queen... come here and kiss me… - Tetsuya Niwa grinned at Kaoru Saionji’s angry expression and dodged the punch directed to his face.
- You… are a disgusting, lowly bastard... – The Treasury President mumbled in his furious yet soft voice.
He couldn’t help it, no matter what he was saying or to whom; his voice came out as a satisfied cat’s purr. That is, except when he was having sex. Now, that was a nice thing to hear… But there was just one and only one for the cold beauty Kaoru Saionji. The Queen himself didn’t know how deep his love for that person was. The King knew Saionji already had someone, but as he never exposed his love life (not even so as not to have an incredibly long queue every morning at the Treasury office door asking to accept an infinite number of love letters), he let himself play a little bit with the not-clarified-fact.
- What do you mean by disgusting, my dear Queen...? We are both Royalty, we are meant to be together… Let’s seal our agreement for peace with a long, passionate kiss, uh? – Tetsuya Niwa sometimes couldn’t handle the limits of a joke, and another punch caught him off guard while laughing.
- Ow! You didn’t have to do that, ya know? – The King wasn’t really hurt, but he still pouted and rubbed his cheek with the palm of one of his big and long-fingered hands.
- Oh, yes, there was a need to do that: you deserved it! – And gracefully turning around while fixing one of his locks back to where it was supposed to be, Kaoru Saionji left leaving an exquisite scent remaining for a few moments in the air.
It took a few seconds for all of the witnesses of the scene to regain their senses and get back to their tasks. The King’s shouts threatening them to beat the crap out of them if they didn’t move encouraged them to keep up with the good work.
Tetsuya Niwa smiled for himself as he watched the thin silhouette of the blond disappearing through some bushes.
Saionji was dripping dignity, decorum and self-esteem in his walking. He headed towards the Treasury office, where Omi Shichijo probable waited for him with a nice hot cup of earl grey tea. The mere idea made him breath deeply and settle down the emotions that were disturbed a moment before. Having tea with Omi Shichijo… such a pleasant thought made his heart grow wings. He hurried his steps a bit through the oh-so-many-times-walked-upon-corridor, up the stairs, past the red carpet lobby and there, at the end of the hall, the golden framed white door. He opened it and, much to his surprise, the tea was anything but ready. Shichijo was in front of his computer, as usual, but his expression was troubled, his eyes oddly opened, looking at the screen while frantically typing on his keyboard. He didn’t even seem to acknowledge the Queen’s presence, something that hurt Saionji’s pride a little bit. But to his astonishment, he actually did greet him… but with a laconic expression. The blond’s frown softened. He understood now. His dear Omi was having a computer-virus-duel with his archenemy, his nemesis, his despised rival of all times.
- Ugh! – was Hideaki Nakajima’s vocal expression when loosing a battle against Shichijo. He was good, real good. As much as Nakajima hated to admit it, Omi Shichijo was the only acceptable challenge for him. He might as well learn to accept the fact that he was not only real good, sometimes he proved to be the best . Nevertheless, Nakajima would never accept defeat, and of course, would never ever recognize that deep, very deep inside, he truly admired his adversary.
A cute little 2-D pink bird fluttered all over his screen announcing the system was shutting down either he liked or not. The right hand of the Student Council smiled to himself, thinking it wasn’t the end of it. Hideaki Nakajima started planning his sweet revenge. And while he was at it, the door slammed open, making a little picture hanged in one of the walls quiver with fear.
- Ah, there you are, Hide! – The King made his victorious conquering entrance to the office and gave him one of those prizewinning smiles, before throwing himself boisterously into the sofa.
- Try to guess…? – Tetsuya Niwa inquired as he made himself more comfortable by putting his hands behind his head.
- You want me to guess what happened? Let’s see… - Nakajima showed the same expression a professional psychiatrist would. – It must have something to do with Saionji, because you look so full of yourself… and you probably finished your job giving directions on the festival arrangements. You would have never dared to show your ugly face here without finishing your work. – The young man raised his glasses by pushing them with his index finger over the bridge of his nose. That was his trade mark to point out he had finished analyzing a situation and that he was 100% sure about his own conclusions.
The King laughed sincerely at his friend’s accuracy and nodded reassuring him he was right.
- You know me too well Hide… - Niwa relaxed a bit more in the comfy couch and closed his eyes, long eyelashes caressing his cheeks.
- Too damn well I’d say… - Nakajima sighed, watching his friend fall asleep and pondering whether he should wake him up and force him to sign the enormous quantity of documents piled up on his desk or not. He sighed again deciding to go easy on him just this once. It didn’t happen often that Tetsu came back with his work done. And besides, right now he wanted to start developing the new computer virus designed exclusively for Shichijo’s computer.
By chance, he saw Shunsuke Taki through the window, as always he was maniacally riding his bike. He quickly opened the glass windowpane.
- Hey, Shunsuke! – Nakajima yelled, so as to make sure the young boy heard him.
With a high-pitched screech Shunsuke Taki stopped his speed-of-light riding and gazed up at the window. The sun hit him directly in the eyes, so he couldn’t see quite well who was calling him, but he recognized the voice.
- Nakajima-sempai? Is that you? – Little Shunsuke blinked a lot trying his best to see who was watching him from the window.
- Yes it’s me, come up here, will ya? I have a business offer for you.
Nakajima didn’t have to say that twice. The word “business” shot world wide cash symbols into Shunsuke’s eye balls. He accelerated to full speed again and his bike flew over the bushes and trees… and entered the Student Council office right through the window before Nakajima had any chance to close it.
- You crazy monkey… - the young man muttered, fixing his tie.
Shunsuke smiled broadly, showing innocently his overgrown fangs. He parked his bike next to the couch and took a quick glance at his idol, stretched along the sofa, with his shoes sticking out at one end and an arm hanging loosely at the other. He was so perfect, just what any boy would like to become… Or at least that was what Shunsuke thought.
- Don’t mind sleeping beauty there, just get your scrawny ass here… - Nakajima sat behind his desk. – I need you to deliver a message to the Treasury office… without mentioning who sends it. If you do as I say, this is what you’ll earn- Student Council Main Assistant displayed a fluttering fan of lunch tickets. That much had to be enough for more than a month’s meals! Shunsuke was already drooling over the tickets, when suddenly Nakajima put them away securing them in a drawer. – You’ll have them after you’ve done the job, all right? – Shunsuke pouted as a protest, but waited patiently as the young man typed a short note on his laptop (as the other computer was still not responding), and printed it. He folded it neatly and gave it to the little boy.
- The reward will be waiting here for you… but don’t you dare read that, or not only there will be no reward but a fair punishment! – Shunsuke wondered what Nakajima meant by “fair”, but he wasn’t that interested by it anyway. He nodded, put de note in his schoolbag’s pocket and grabbed his bike. He took one last glance at the sleeping president and closed the door behind him as he left.

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Well, I should have gone to bed about… five hours ago… oh my gosh, in a regular day in less than two hours I would wake up and get ready to go to work! This is so exciting! Today I’m going to work with my brain still at full speed! The thing is… I don’t know for sure if my body will cope with it... I have to admit I’m a little dizzy right now… but nothing a good and warm vegetable soup can’t fix! Mmhhh *slurp* ah… that’s a lot better.
I can’t stop thinking about the King and the Queen... Personally I think there’s a lot of UST between these two, but I’ll leave it for another fic, mind you ^^.

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I apologize for any misspellings and grammatical mistakes. English is not my mother tongue and I don’t have a beta yet. But I sincerely hope you enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it. Please R & R. I’m willing to improve my skills as a writer, so your constructive criticism is more than welcome. Thank you for reading me! And thank you Ezri-Candy for pointing out such an important thing... i really apologize for any inconvenience it might have caused -_-' ... Won't happen again. I promise! *cries and weeps like there's no tomorrow*