color of sin [cyan]

[TATSUYA MATSUMARA]

( you never noticed the color of sin )

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The room was silent save for the quiet click of the ignition from his lighter. It was the only thing keeping him calm at the moment. A rather rude and annoying student had just left his office for pulling a prank Tatsuya Matsumara wasn’t exactly amused with and he didn’t feel like putting up with the damn brat. Without even giving the kid a chance, he assigned him his punishment (rather than setting an article of clothing of his on fire – which he was tempted to do) and gave him a rather… curious expression when the thing asked about his closet. Whatever. He wasn’t really in the mood to deal with it. He had far more important things to be concerned with besides whatever rumor was floating around out there. If it kept the little assholes out of his office, he hoped it spread far and wide.

God, he hated kids. Why did he sign up for this job? What in his right mind possibly made him think this was a good idea? Tipping his head to the side, thumb releasing the ignition and allowing the little flame to instantly disappear, he remembered. It had something to do with a rather… scrumptious professor he used to have. That had to have been the reason he would have put himself in to this hell hole. Slowly, a devious smirk played across his lips. There certainly were some pleasing professors here, he had to admit. Especially a certain Japanese one. Mmm, Cyan Satou. He’d be lying if he didn’t let that man join the school staff because he was oh so good looking. Sure, the other had a few appealing characteristics and the fact he was Japanese assured Tatsuya that he could teach the class had something to do with it. But so did those many, many piercings. And was that a tattoo or too peeking from under his clothes? Tatsu wouldn’t mind finding out…

Perhaps he should pay that man a visit.

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[cyan hunter satou]

Cyan Satou twirled the pen that he'd stolen from of his last classes students in his hand before placing it inside of his mouth and allowing his pearl white teeth to bite down onto it. For a moment he chewed as he walked, seemingly unconcerned with the idea that the ink could explode inside of his mouth at any moment. It was a cheap Bic too, so it wasn't entirely out of the realm of possibility. But regardless, the Japanese instructor chewed away as he made his way down the hallway on the first floor. He grinned with the idea that perhaps his student was missing their pen.

Cyan was glad that it was after school hours. He had just about as much of young Floridian brats as he could take today and if he'd had to yell at one more person to shut the hell up and pay attention Cyan thought he would have probably snapped and gone on a murderous rampage. In hindsight, he should of done it. If Casey Anthony could get away with murdering one child in Central Florida, who's to say that Cyan couldn't get away with murdering an entire classroom?

He hoisted his bag over his shoulder, looking down at it. It was heavy as hell, held down by massive amounts of papers that he had to grade tonight. The bag itself looked like a student owned it rather than a professional. In fact, Cyan himself didn't look professional in the slightest. Sometimes he was a little surprised that he was able to get a job here. Maybe it was because he was the only person around for miles that was fluent in Japanese, or maybe it was because Cyan assumed the equally Japanese headmaster wanted to get inside of his pants. Of course, that was a bold assumption, though.

Speaking of the headmaster, Cyan grinned as he passed the main offices. He wondered briefly if Tatsuya were in his office. Probably not. It seemed the man hated students and he probably high tailed it out of here every day as quickly as the students did. Even so, Cyan couldn't help but feel the nagging urge to bust up into the office. But he couldn't just do that without some sort of excuse. Thankfully for Cyan he was a sly mother fucker.

Pulling the pen out of his mouth, Cyan moved in through the offices and nodded to the receptionist, and paused outside of the headmaster's closed door. Quietly, he knocked.

[TATSUYA MATSUMARA]

( you never noticed the color of sin )

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As the time slowly ticked away, a sigh of leisure coaxed a faint smile to claim the headmaster’s mouth. He melted against the back of his chair, finally allowing himself to relax after the nuisances of the school have left the halls and classes empty as he propped his feet up on the neat, wooden desk in front of him. This was his favorite time of the day – right after all the students have rushed back to their dormitories. Not a single child could bother him, then. There was no reason to and, even if there was, it could wait for the morning of the next day – only after Tatsuya has had his cup or two of tea.

It was probably a bad sign that the idea of biting a few students here and there has crossed his mind on more than one occasion. What a fan-fucking-tastic principal he made, wishing harm to come to his… prized possessions and refusing to help them after classes have ended… It was a good thing he had even the slightest bit of control or else not only would he have lost his job a long time ago but whoever hired such a man would have as well. The thought made him chuckle quietly in amusement.

Though, as a light knock sounded, he was silenced. His lazy gaze drifted to the door as he debated letting whoever was there in. God, please don’t let it be a student. He was supposed to be done with those little brats after the final bell. Ugh… Perhaps he could pretend to be busy? He did want to see a certain Japanese teacher… With a disgruntled sigh, he pulled his feet from the desk and pushed himself out of the chair. “I’m sorry but I’m terribly busy,” he called as he made his way to the door, pocketing the lighter he still held, “I was just leaving to go visit—” after seeing the man that was standing behind the door when he opened made a sly smirk touch his lips, “Cyan Satou. Well, I suppose I can make some time for you.” He stepped aside to let the taller man in and closed the door behind him. “Sit, please.”

There were quite possibly two sides to Tatsuya Matsumara. There was the man with worn patience and an absolute hatred towards students that left him with little room to be polite or nice… And then there was the charismatic man that a few of the teachers were graced with. The latter was easily pleased and smiled freely. The latter was the man Cyan was always greeted with.

Tatsuya moved back to sit behind his desk and he pulled the lighter from his pocket once more. Thumb grazing over the smooth surface, he didn’t light it. Instead, he settled his gaze on the teacher before him and honestly didn’t care if he sat or where he sat. Though, he had to say… Tatsu wouldn’t mind if the man plopped himself right in his lap. “What brings you here, Cyan?”

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[cyan hunter satou]

Without even thinking about it, every word out of Cyan's mouth instantly came in Japanese. "Busy my ass. I know you barely lift a finger in here.." The Japanese teacher couldn't help but allow a sly little smirk to slip over his lips as he noticed the way that the headmaster looked at him. Cyan would be lying to himself if he didn't say that he found the Tatsuya Matsumara ridiculously handsome. Good thing for the both of them Cyan didn't even try to hide it. Even though Tatsuya asked him a question, Cyan allowed himself a moment of pause to allow his eyes to wander over his outfit. Tatsuya didn't look like a headmaster at all. In fact, he didn't even try to pretend like he liked children. This in itself was a really amusing thought and it just made Cyan enjoy working at Sabal Palm even more.

Sometimes when Cyan thought about Tatsuya, he wondered why the fellow Japanese man even took this line of work in the first place. Nine times out of ten in order to become a headmaster you had to have been a teacher first. Cyan simply couldn't imagine Tatsuya patient and diligent inside a classroom of snot nosed brats.

With that smirk still clinging to his lips, Cyan slowly began to walk into the room. "Well, I have a bit of a problem." Before the problem even came out of his lips, Cyan knew that Tatsuya would see right through the excuse but honestly, Cyan didn't care. It was like a game to him and he loved to have fun. Thankfully Cyan was confident enough to believe that Tatsuya would play along with him. "The past couple of days I have noticed that supplies and things have gone missing from my classroom." Supplies and things that Cyan himself has stolen. Hell, he'd even stolen a students ipod and hacked it at the pawn shop last week.

Now he came to stand at the foot of the desk, placing both of his hands upon the gleaming mahogany top. There was a playful twinkle in his eye as he slowly let his bag lower to the floor. Cyan took a moment to stare at Tatsuya and then he leaned over the desk slightly, mischief playing all over his entire face. "I think a student is stealing from me, Tatsuya. We have a thief in our midst and I know that you don't tolerate bullshit, so I think that we need to get straight to the bottom of this mystery and find out which putrid little git is doing it." At this point, Cyan almost laughed and it was apparent by his expression.

Now Cyan's little pink tongue darted forward as if to direct Tatsuya's gaze to his mouth. Slowly, he dragged it over his bottom lip. It was missing a piercing and all that could be seen was a hole where it was supposed to go. Despite the fact that they both were unorthodox in their methods, Cyan still removed his piercings before school every day because sometimes the people that were higher than Tatsuya liked to stop in.

And we can't have the headmaster getting in trouble now, can we?

[TATSUYA MATSUMARA]

( you never noticed the color of sin )

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This was exactly why Tatsuya hired Cyan Satou as the Japanese instructor. Anyone else might have preferred speaking to the headmaster in English. Both being natives from Japan meant that they could quite easily slip into their language. No one else could even dream of understanding them and they were allowed to say as they pleased.

The comment Cyan made about his working habits hardly made Tatsuya blink. It was true and the older man wasn’t going to deny it unless administration had decided to pay the school a visit. It was just an excuse to steer any children away from his office and ultimately away from him. “You’re right,” Tatsu purred in Japanese, following Cyan’s lead, “I thought you were a student, though. You know how I am.” Of course he knew how Tatsuya was when it came to petty problems. Cyan was one of the only staff members that did.

Regardless, it seemed Cyan had a ‘problem’ of his own. Though the headmaster didn’t enjoy dealing with such pitiful things, the Japanese instructor usually never really had a problem. It was just a little excuse and Tatsuya didn’t really mind playing along. Curiously, Tatsu’s head tipped to the side at a gentle angle. His calm, soft gaze never left the man before him. “That certainly does sound like a problem…” he mused as he leaned back in his plush chair and rested his feet on the desk in front of him. “What do you suppose we do about it?” As Cyan continued, that sly little smirk couldn’t help but to widen. His words were like music to Tatsu’s ears. Cyan knew him so well. It was obvious Tatsu was a no-bullshit kind of guy. He didn’t give a damn what anyone did as long as they were dumbasses flailing around in some sort of jackass dance. He had simple rules he demanded to be followed, a majority of them common sense.

“Mmm,” a soft hum floated from him as he thought about Cyan’s proposal, “That rat bastard better hope I don’t get a hold of them then. Oh, however will I punish them, Cy-chan?” Tatsuya couldn’t help the quiet chuckle as he watched Cyan. The poor man was trying so hard not to laugh and it was obviously amusing the headmaster.

But his eyes fell to the soft lips of the other’s, a flash of pink catching his attention. Regardless of the fact Tatsu quite enjoyed the piercings that scared Cyan, he was thankful the other removed them during school. Tatsu was forced to remove his own earrings as it was seen as unprofessional. As much as he despised this job, he didn’t want to lose it.

“Better keep that tongue in your mouth, Cy-chan, unless you want me to do something with it,” his voice was low and bordered on the edge of a teasing whisper. As he spoke, he suddenly became more interested in the lighter he held and flicked the lip to expose the ignition. However, he was still completely focused on Cyan.

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[cyan hunter satou]

A rather shit eating smirk clung to his lips as he watched Tatsuya place his feet upon the desk. In his experience in this career, only douche bags put their feet up on the desks. Tatsuya Matsumara was definitely, without a shadow of a doubt, the biggest douche bag in Sabal Palm Private High School. This douche baggery however was one of the things that Cyan liked most about the young headmaster. This douche baggery meant that Tatsuya didn't take any crap but it also meant that his morals weren't exactly at the place that a headmaster's moral should be resting. This allowed Cyan to be himself.

"What should we do, Tatsu-chan?" There was a definite teasing air to Cyan's words as he moved to lean against the opposite end of Tatsuya's desk. He lifted his left leg up and propped himself to sit halfway upon it, his hand absentmindedly reaching out to set Tatsuya's name plate askew just because he could. Then he picked up a pen and started fiddling with it. "Weeellll...." Cyan mused. "I don't know if you heard that rumor that's going around about you.."

The idea of the rumor made Cyan chuckle with amusement. What idiot student actually thought that the headmaster had a chokey in his office? Cyan's dark brown eyes reluctantly tore themselves away from the delicious man in front of him to playfully glance around the room in search of a drippy torture closet that he knew wasn't there. "You know.. the one about the closet with glass and nails sticking out of it.." At this, he just couldn't hold back a full out laugh.

Cyan wanted to further along the rumor to be honest. He wanted to mention it to students in passing, perhaps say that he's seen it. Young teenagers were so vulnerable and gullible that was almost laughable. He wanted to scar them.

He opened his mouth, about to speak about his inner thoughts when he heard the teasing taunt that came from Tatsuya's mouth about his tongue. Cyan grinned, raising an eyebrow as he carefully and very unnoticeably pocketed the pen he'd been toying with. "What if I want you to do something with it?"

[TATSUYA MATSUMARA]

( you never noticed the color of sin )

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Tatsuya was very aware of the rumor that had somehow jumped all around the school, floating in one ear and out another’s mouth. He’s heard it as he parted hallways to get from his office to whatever pathetic classroom he was visiting. However, he never was quite sure what the rumor was exactly about; he just knew it had something to do with a room in his office. For all he cared, they could have been speaking about some dungeon hidden beneath the school where he dragged certain people to do god knows what with. Though, that wouldn’t be quite as believable as a… What was that?

“A closet with glass and nails?” a single brow arched in amusement at the accusation and a devious little lilt invaded his otherwise playful voice, “Everyone knows it’s rusted nails. Any others would be a waste of space.” He glanced up from the flame of his lighter to look at the other. The look and the statement was enough to let Cyan know that if he wanted to, he could claim the rumor to be true. Whatever kept the students out of his office was encouraged.

With Cyan’s last statement, Tatsuya pocketed his lighter. Even though the other had held his full attention the entire time, he was choosing now to actually show it. His dark eyes glittered with amusement and a ghost of a smile tempted his lips as he looked up at the teacher perched so casually on his desk. He knew his nametag was askew but he didn’t try to fix it. Instead, he kept that level, calm, and playful whisper: “If you want me to do something with it, do it again.” And as if to tease him, his own pink tongue flickered out past his lips, drifted to the opposite corner of his mouth, and curled up to touch his upper lip before it disappeared back in his mouth.

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[cyan hunter satou]

Cyan let out a small laugh as Tatsuya insisted they were rusting nails instead of just regular nails. His laugh reached his eyes and sounded a bit boyish, but that was the charm, right? Honestly, Cyan wished that the rumor were true. It would be damn amusing to see the headmaster toss students that pissed him off into this nasty hole in the wall. But the Japanese instructor wasn't supposed to think that way. He was supposed to be looking into the best interest of the children. That's what being a teacher was all about. Too bad for the students that Cyan Satou still acted like a teenager himself.

"Rusted nails annnddd..." He grinned at this, eyes rolling up to glance at the ceiling as he tried to come up with some other sort of interesting object that would be in Tatsuya's non-existent closet. "Hypodermic needles!" It was obvious that he was entirely too amused by this and since he had pocketed the pen he'd been fiddling with, Cyan grasped onto another one to busy his hands as he thought of these ideas. His eyes were alight with mischief at this point. "Oh God, and Madagascar hissing cockroaches crawling all over the place." It was a good thing they speaking in Japanese so that if anyone dropped in they would have no idea what was going on.

His hands stopped their idle workings with the pen once he caught a glimpse of Tatsuya's tongue darting from one side of his mouth to the other. What a jerk he was! But he was ridiculously sexy and Cyan knew that Tatsuya knew it as well. He simply grinned, leaning forward a little bit with rapt interest. "Do it again? That's such an interesting phrase.. do it again. It can mean so many different things.." His voice trailed off, dripping with a hint of honey. Slowly he twisted on top of the desk, setting the pen down and placing both palms flush on the wood as he practically leaned entirely over the piece of furniture.

[TATSUYA MATSUMARA]

( you never noticed the color of sin )

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"And we can't forget those beautiful, little spiders, can we?" Tatsuya mused along with Cyan about all the dangerous things that could belong in the mythical but ideal closet of his. Tatsuya likes his added needles and cockroaches. Those were sure to make anyone's skin crawl and coax an almost sickly pleased smirk into the open. "Tarantulas to be exact," he added after a moment. The bigger, the better. Wasn't that what everyone said nowadays? Or perhaps it was 'go big or go home.' Whatever the phrase was, it seemed fit in this imaginary but deadly closet. Oh, if only he could have such a thing. Wouldn't the administration love that? Unfortunately, anything that could cause harm to the brats of the school wasn't allowed. It was the only reason Tatsuya bothered to set up a curfew even though he was positive that the students didn't abide by it. Mmm... He should probably fix that. Such disrespect he was sure they had for him. He couldn't have that, could he? They used to be such angels...

The headmaster watched as Cyan suddenly moved and switched to a different position upon his desk. With the other leaning so close, he couldn't help but remove his feet from the desk with what looked to be the percise care. Slowly, he scooted his chair forward and leaned his elbows onto his desk. His gaze was focused on the teacher before him, lids lowered slightly in a lazy amusement. His face couldn't have been inches from Cyan's and what he had said... the way he had said it... made soft but deep hum sound in the back of Tatsuya's throat, "Mmm, that it could," his voice was light before it dipped into a low, tempting whisper, "What do you want it to mean, Cy-chan?"

It was like a game to Tatsuya. Who would act first and what will be done? Tatsuya didn't mind what happened as long as... something happened. Even if it remained a childish tease. There was no doubt he wanted to get his hands on the man in front of him... But he was patient. Possessive and patient.

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[cyan hunter satou]

All jokes about an imaginary drippy hole in the wall within Tatsuya's office were now completely forgotten about. Cyan's dark eyes were sparkling with a dangerous mixture of amusement, desire, and lust. Cyan's libido was like a switch. It was as simple as flipping the switch just to get it really going. Tatsuya's enticing tongue and his honey laden words were enough to flip that switch. Cyan wanted the headmaster and he knew without a shadow of a doubt that Tatsuya wanted him. Hell, it wasn't like they'd never tasted each other before. In fact, this desk that was separating the two of them has had more than its fair share of an interesting show.

"What do I want it to mean?" Those teasing words escaped in that fluid language in which only the two of them understood. Well, there was that annoying cat counselor but who the hell cared about him, honestly? Cyan tilted his head with a small grin toying at the corners of his lips. His eyes swept down across the surface of the desk as he allowed an entire array of ideas fly by. "Well, I suppose it means.. Do it again.. I suppose it means that I want everything that you've ever done to me..." Now he raised his gaze up to lock upon Tatsuya's equally dark eyes. "again.."

It was a dare, but it was also a request. The two of them had a rather interesting dynamic. Neither was the dominant and neither was the submissive. It was like a they shared the pleasure and the burden though it wasn't always cooperative. Sometimes Tatsuya would take what he wanted but sometimes Cyan would do the same. But that's where the dynamic ended. There was nothing more between the two of them. There were no spoken confessions, no mutual agreement of any sort of emotional attachment whatsoever. It was easier that way. Less frightening.

The two of them could do whatever they wanted and there was absolutely no fear of repercussions. Well, that's what Cyan thought at least. What he didn't know was that he had a terrible jealous streak when it came to the headmaster. It just hadn't had a chance to rear its ugly head yet.

[TATSUYA MATSUMARA]

( you never noticed the color of sin )

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That was all Tatsuya needed to hear. Those teasing words parting Cyan’s lips spoken in the language they shared was enough to tell Tatsuya what he meant. Cyan didn’t even have to finish the thought. The moment that their gazes locked and the Japanese instructor uttered that last word, Tatsuya closed the distance between them. He raised a hand and slipped it into Cyan’s hair, tilting his face up so their lips would meet in an already lustful kiss. Tatsuya couldn’t even fool himself if he said he didn’t want Cyan. His taste… God, it was addictive. Tatsu let Cyan know that with a hungry bit to his bottom lip. The way Cyan teased always left Tatsuya wanting more… Did he know the effect he had on the headmaster? Mmm… It was extremely likely.

But he was blind. He refused to believe that his wanting for Cyan ran deeper than just an animal instinct. Even though they meshed so perfectly… well, dysfunctionally… But perfect in it’s own way. They switched back and forth between submission and dominance. Though, Tatsu often wanted to be the one in control, he willingly gave that up for Cyan whenever he wanted. The domineering headmaster submitted to Cyan and Cyan only. The other knew how to make Tatsuya squirm and even if he denied it, they both knew it was true. And god forbid someone else try to steal Cyan away. Tatsuya was a possessive, little thing. Especially over Cyan. He would never admit to a jealous streak but should he hear that the sexy thing in front of him had been paying special attention to someone else, the headmaster had no idea what he would do. He wanted Cyan and he wanted him all to himself. No one was worthy of Cyan but the headmaster himself and he would make damn sure everyone knew that.

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