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Smoker didn’t know what it was about his history teacher but all he wanted to do was just fuck the man until he didn’t know what to think. “Smoker.” His teacher, Law, as he liked being called, got his attention, and when Smoker smirked at him, the older man knew he had to make sure that no one else could see the blush that Law was sure was on his face. However, Smoker grinned at him, letting the man know that he was going to get him once class was over. Law huffed before going back to the lesson, knowing that Smoker was just trying to get a rise out of him. He’s just being bratty. Law knew that wasn’t the case at all. He knew what Smoker was doing and even though he shouldn’t entertain it, he was enjoying the attention the younger man was giving him.
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Once class was over, Smoker barely wasted any time before heading over to Law’s desk, his arms over his chest as he smirked at Law. The lanky male looked into Smoker's mischievous eyes and he sighed, knowing that the boy wasn’t going to stop until he let him do whatever he wanted. “Don’t act like that.” Despite that, Smoker wanted Law’s sweet submission, never wanting to force it out of the man.
“You’re so fucking decent. What are you doing at a detention school?” Law told the eighteen-year-old and Smoker let out a small chuckle.
“For one, I nearly beat another student to death but he was picking on people. For two, people like to say that I’m a wolf.” Smoker caged Law to his chair, placing his arms on both sides of the desk, keeping the man against the back of the desk chair. Law’s lip quirked up into a small smile and Smoker grinned back. Smoker stared at Law before gently moving his lips to Law’s lips, kissing the man softly.
The kiss only lasted for a few seconds but that was more than enough to get Law blushing like mad. “You’re my type, teach. Don’t forget that.” He told the man and Law smiled at the young man, knowing that the words Smoker was sprouting were true. He really did beat up a bully. Law had been slowly growing impressed with Smoker and while he enjoyed that the man stood up to justice, he was wondering why he had been forced into a detention school. If that was all he had done, he seemed harmless. Law wondered about the student, never noticing that the boy had never left the building, his eyes on Law as a tender smile appeared across Smoker’s lips.
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Later that night, Law could never shake the feeling that someone was watching him and he hated it. Is someone following me? He wondered, afraid to turn back and look. He hated that the staff had meetings every day after the workday ended, as it left him with no protection from people who stalked the night.
“You must be the teach Smoker likes?” Before Law could react to such a question, he felt hands grab him all over, forcing him onto his knees. Law wanted to scream but he found that there was a hand around his mouth, forcing him to keep quiet. “I see why he likes you. You’re so small.” Law glared at the man who was talking to him. What does this guy know about Smoker? He really hoped that Smoker wasn’t involved with some bad guys.
“Get your hands off him.” Smoker wasn’t amused when he noticed how terrified Law was to be held by a group of guys. “He doesn’t have anything to do with this.” He said and one of the adults turned to Smoker.
“He has everything to do with you. You beat up my kid so now I’m going to hurt him.” The man threatened and Law’s heart dropped, feeling a knife on his cheek. However, before the man could feel his cheek get sliced, Smoker was quick to grab the hand that was holding the knife.
“You have me. Let him go.” It was clear that Smoker wasn’t joking about not wanting Law to get hurt. Yeah, he was foolish when he was at a public high school but he was protecting that guy’s targets. “Your son was a fucking bully.” Smoker had no shame in telling the man that as he removed all of the men that had been holding Law down. “And you’re a coward. Taking a teacher hostage just to make sure I give into your demands.” Smoker glared at the bully’s father, who stared at him in horror, now seeing why his son was so afraid of the other young man.
“You’re a monster.” Smoker’s eyes hardened even more at those words. Law glared at the man before turning to look at Smoker, who was frowning.
“He’s no monster, you are!” Law let out a small growl, hating that Smoker was getting attacked (both physically and verbally) just for stopping a bully. However, the man didn’t like that law was speaking up and he attempted to grab the lanky man before he found himself grabbing the collar of Smoker’s jacket.
“Jackass.” Smoker punched the man in his face, making sure to leave a mark as he glared down at the man. He turned to Law, hoping that his teacher was doing okay. “You’re not in any pain, are you?” He questioned the man and even though Law shook his head, Smoker was still making sure that the man wasn’t hurt. “As long as you’re not hurt.” The white-haired young man looked into his teacher’s eyes and he found himself wanting to kiss the man. Smoker glanced at his lips and even though he knew he shouldn’t think about kissing his teacher, Smoker knew that he only wanted Law.
Law was the only reason why Smoker bothered going to class. Law the one person Smoker really wanted to date. “I want to date you.” Smoker announced, brushing his lips against Law’s lips, making the other man smile.
“Give me a real kiss then.” He told the younger man and Smoker did what Law told him to, knowing he only breathed for Law.