Caught Under the Mistletoe
Many people have always thought that the popular Tengen was always such fortunate man.
He had a big personality that drew people in like moths to a street lamp, wanting to cling to him and bask in everything he was. On top of that he already had three beautiful wives who were just as adored by everyone else. Everyone was always wishing them well, always saying how lucky they were to have each other, how Tengen was a blessed man to have so much going for him: an career in art, a beautiful house and so many college students who loved to be around him.
The same however cannot be said for one of said students.
Gyutaro has never gotten even half of the praise that was given to the flamboyant art teacher.
From the early age of five years old the only attention he has ever known was from sneers of disgust and hatred fueled laughter. It didn't change even now in his twenties. Gym class was always hell with changing into his gym clothes. Everyone could see his muddled black birthmarks, his crooked spine and waist when he did, always taking the opportunity to ridicule him for it. It didn't matter he was fast and strong. It didn't matter that he was able to wrestle well. It didn't matter what class he excelled in or that he could hide enough of himself under hoodies and his uniform shirts.
The only people who seemed on his side that kept him from failing out was his little sister Ume and foster father.
Sometimes though even that didn't feel enough for him. Especially as he finds his senior photos being posted with everyone's, ahem, personal edits to them on the internet.
Imagine his surprise when the art teacher-perfect, handsome Tengen-had taken an interest in him at the start of his senior year.
He grumbled as he entered the empty classroom. Instantly he regrets it when he sees it looked like a local Christmas shop had vomited in here. There was garland close to the ceiling, small christmas trees by the door, red ribbons, a light up Santa by the teacher's desk and the last thing that has him squinting is strange green pointy leaves with little red berries on them hung from the ceiling.
"...Uzui-sensei? You called me to come back today?" he grumbled softly as he pulled out his sketch book.
"Yes! I'll be right with you Shabana-san!" he called from the art storage.
Honestly. Of all the people his teacher could show any interest in why him? It would make more sense if he were interested in his sister Ume or his favorite student, the crybaby Zenitsu. Even him being interested in that Kamado guy made a whole lot more of sense.
Even then he had three goddamn wives! What was even the point?! Was it out of pity for being bullied? Did he see what those fuckers posted about him on line?
It made no sense to him. Not one bit.
And deep down he knows he shouldn't even be doing this. If they got caught by another teacher or one of those teacher's pets Gyutaro would be expelled from college and Uzui would lose his job.
But..it felt nice when he didn't think about it. To feel wanted. To feel like he wasn't a complete freak to someone beside those close to him. Maybe it was also the fact christmas was coming too that made him not put an end to this...whatever he can call it.
As he opened his sketchbook to start doodling he blinked when a chin rests itself on his shoulder. He blinked and turned his head a bit to see Uzui had rested his head there to look at his sketches.
"These look better than before," He hummed softly.
Gyutaro gulped softly and kept his face looking down at the pages, "They're okay I guess. If you think a dunce could ever draw good."
"Stop calling yourself that," Tengen started to nuzzle his neck, "You know you're better than that, Gyutaro..." a few light kisses touch the crook of his neck.
"I.." A shiver goes down his crooked spine, "...Dude we're in your classroom..."
"And?"
The chair screeches when Gyutaro suddenly found himself turned around in it to face the man. At this angle he gets a very good look at his teacher's muscles and pectorals as he sits there with wide eyes.
"You-"
"What? I'll just tell whoever sees us that we were under the mistletoe and that we're following tradition..."
"Mistletoe?" he raised a brow of confusion, "The hell is mistletoe?"
He pointed up at the ceiling at all the planets Gyutaro had noticed from earlier. He blinked up at it before a pair of muscular arms place themselves at either side of his head.
"It's a western tradition that two people kiss under it. My good friend Rengoku san explained it to me so I put it up in my classroom on the last day before your weekend," He chuckled deeply, leaning over him.
Gyutaro blushed deeply and swallowed thickly. He could feel his heart pounding away in his throat as his breathing grew shaky. No matter how many time they did this, how many times they kissed or otherwise, he still couldn't get over how warm and big the other was. He wondered if his wives ever were taken aback by his size too...he has met them a few times and they seemed okay.
Tengen gently brushed the black and green hair from the other's eyes as he leaned in and kissed him softly, "Hmm...you're so cute Gyutaro-san..so unique and you embrace it so well..." Another kiss is pressed to his mouth before he can protest.
His face became flushed as he turned his head with a muttered curse. Stupid handsome man being stupidly romantic. It's not like they'll see each other again when he graduates in the spring.
Sure it made his chest hurt a bit thinking about it and he found himself sulking when he thought about it, but it was a fact. He may as well take what he can while Tengen wanted him.
He closed his eyes when he feels kisses along his neck just over the birthmarks on it. A very soft sound left Gyutaro as he gently caressing his fingers through Tengen's soft white hair and enjoying how each soft kiss sends shivers throughout his body. It felt like electricity was tingling throughout. It makes the younger man wrap his arms more around him as he started to life his leg to slightly wrap it around his-
"Oniichan! Where are you?! I told you I needed a ride to Nezuko-chan's house today-"
"SHIT!"
Tengen snapped his head up and looked back as Gyutaro suddenly dropped from his arms. The form of Ume Shabana is at the door and she is staring at the two.
Uzui was completely frozen as Gyutaro was on the floor under him on his front. For a moment it felt like time stood still as Ume looked between them. Her green eyes narrow suspiciously before she crossed her arms and cocked her hip.
"What the hell is going here?"
Gyutaro pushed himself up with a grunt while wiping at his face while Tengen cleared his throat.
"...I was just practicing a pose for a uh...a drawing. Uzui-sensei was helping me since uh..uh...well it's Christmas drawing and I heard mistletoe was uh...you know...apart of the holiday and shit..."
Ume raised a brow before she huffed, "If you say so..." she flicked her hair back dismissively, "Anyways, I need a ride so hurry up. I'll be by the bike."
Gyutaro waited as her foot steps started to fade before he flopped back with a grunt. Tengen sighed in relief before he reached down and helped him up before brushing dirt off his shoulders. Gyutaro crossed his arms and grumbled angrily at being interrupted so suddenly as he picked up his sketchbook.
"Gotta go teach, I'll catch you after Christmas," he turned to take his leave-
-only to be turned around and pulled into a much sweeter kiss. He was caught off guard by it and as he was stood there stunned, he realized just how soft and deep it was. His eyes start to soften a bit until they closed when Tengen reached up to hold his face in calloused hands. As soon as it had started though, the kiss ended and Gyutaro released a soft whine as he tried to lean up to follow him. It earned him a warm chuckle as Tengen stopped him with a smile.
Damned tease.
"You better go, Gyutaro," He smiled at him, as his hand slipped some paper into his hand, "Text me when you're free to pick up where we were another time..."
Gyutaro swallowed thickly and nodded slowly before he turned to rush off.
"Oh and Gyutaro?"
He stopped and turned, "What?"
"My wives want to meet you sometime. I think they'll love you," Uzui chuckled and waved after him.
Gyutaro could only blush before he turned and ran off with a growl.
However when he was far enough away a very warm smile graced his face as he headed for his sister.
Maybe things could work out after he graduated.