Tears of an Angel (Boy X Boy)

Chapter Three: Feelings

Mr. Moge shifted in his sleep having a dream about Tristan.

His black hair around him. One of the elder's hands on each side of his head smiling at the flustered scene below him. Tristan breathing heavily sweating with a nervous look on his face.

"M-Moge-kun?" Tristan asked innocently making chills run down his spine.

"Call me Kyouta," Mr. Moge whispered into his student's ear. Kyouta licked up Tristan's ear making the younger whimper.

"K-Kyouta could we go all the way?" Tristan asked and Mr. Moge breath quivered. He nodded yes excited by his eager pupil. Then he flipped his student over. "Be gentle Kyouta~"
Mr. Moge nodded and the two of them indulged in a sinful act.

Mr. Moge woke up with his sheets in a tangle covered in sweat.

"Damn," he said seeing a tent in his pants. "I should get rid of this and get to work."

Water dripped down Kyouta' s body as he thought of his student. He felt his body react and he groaned. "Each time I think of him it'll happen. I should call sick, but then the bully will attack him. Damn that," Mr. Moge said and got rid of the boner. He ran his fingers through his hair gaining his composure. He turned the dial hearing the water drip to a stop. Drying off his wet hair he thought of wanting to befriend the boy to further "investigate."

"Is it.. lust... or is it," the teacher stopped before he could get that far. He shook his head getting rid of the dirty thoughts. Tristan was his student after all. "I need to see how I react today." He poured himself a bowl of cereal thinking if his dream. He felt the blood rush to his face remembering how he acted to his student.

"He's my student. I teach him, and together we learn," he kept on chanting to himself. He heard his phone ring and picked up.

"M-Moge-kun?" He heard a voice ask.

"Who is this?" Mr. Moge asked.

"M-Me Tristan," the voice said.

"Oh hello Tristan," Mr. Moge said and he did not react.

"I n-need help with my homework," Tristan said and he could tell the youth was lying.

"What do you really need help with?" Mr. Moge asked and heard a door lock.

"I-I wanted to hear your v-voice...." Tristan muttered.

Mr. Moge felt his heart flutter, he had wanted the same.

"What happened?" The elder asked concerned.

"I-I just had another nightmare...." Tristan said and he sounded like a child.

"What was it about?" Mr. Moge asked.

"Y-You..." Tristan stopped and Mr. Moge heard sobbing.

"What happened?" The sensei asked clenching his fists.

"....you d-died," Tristan said and he could hear his student sniffling.

"I-I'm here," the elder said shocked wanting to hold onto Tristan.

"B-But it was so r-real," Tristan cried.

"I am alive, and I promise I will always be here," Mr. Moge said hearing the boy calm down. "And if anyone does anything wrong to you then I will k- hurt them. Because someone like you does not deserve treatment like that."

"T-Thank you," Tristan said. "I should get going."

"Goodbye Tristan," Mr. Moge said and Tristan sighed.

"Goodbye Moge-kun," Tristan said.

"Call me Kyouta, since we are friends," the elder tried.

"O-Okay, goodbye Kyouta," Tristan said and he could hear the youth smiling.

"Goodbye Tristan," Kyouta said hanging up. He had just earned the youth's trust.... He can't break it no matter what, and he would protect him with all of his might.
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Kyouta watched Tristan throughout class seeing a bandage on his neck wrapped around going lower. Tristan fixed his jacket to cover it quickly, and Kyouta got concerned for the youth's health. After school, he waited for Tristan worried.

"Hi Moge-kun, I mean Kyouta," Tristan said entering the classroom. He closed the door behind him and Kyouta smiled.

"Hello Tristan," the elder said.

"I can't stay for long today," Tristan said and Kyouta sighed.

"Why?" He asked.

"I-I need to see...." Tristan said and muttered something.

"What?" Kyouta asked curiously walking over to his student. "Need to see what?"

"M-My mom," Tristan said and turned to Kyouta. He could tell that the youth was keeping something a secret, but decided not to press the matter.

"Do you need a ride?" Kyouta asked and Tristan's eyes lit up.

"Y-Yeah," Tristan said and Kyouta found his face adorable.

Adorable? Kyouta thought blushing slightly. M-More like a childish cute. Yeah like an excited person... not cause- No. I-I can't find my student adorable. Can I? No what are you thinking!

"Kyouta?" Tristan asked snapping Kyouta out of his thoughts.

"I'm fine," Kyouta said and was shocked at the worried expression on his pupil.

"Okay," Tristan said and they finished the study session. They walked down silently until they heard laughing. Tristan hid behind his elder grabbing onto his coat.

"Calm down," Kyouta said and he saw Tristan's father.

"P-Please...." Tristan whispered and a group of men joined Tristan's father. "K-Kyouta..."

"You Mr. Moge?" Tristan's dad asked.

"Yes that is I. Your son walked home earlier," Kyouta said hiding Tristan with his bag.

"Okay," his father said and Kyouta saw how drunk they were.

Wow... this idiot is Tristan's father? No wonder that bully hurts him, and by the look in his eye he probably would hurt Tristan in this state.