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This story is somewhat explicit, and contains homosexual themes. Don't like? Don't read.      




       "Teach me." I whispered into his ear. "I want you to teach me."

"You want me to teach you what?" He whispered back commanding me to respect him.

It was so painful to have him be so close, yet far enough away to where it was still considered just "friendly". I was breathless, and my eyelids were heavy with passion and pleasure. "Teach me the Sin of Lust, Sir."

"Better." He smirked, while his breath ghosted across my neck, give me goosebumps only now visible in the dimmed lights of the hallway. I shivered with delight, as each 'bump' formed from his breath. He was so close now, and I could take him if I wanted. I knew better though.

"Why are you worthy?" He asked, all signs of pleasure gone from him. I was slightly suprised, and I tried to regain composure. I wanted him to see that I could do it.

"I'm worthy because..." My answer fell short of my lips, and my eyes twitched as he got an impatient look about him.

"I'm waiting."

"I'm worthy because I can see right through you," each word gaining back my dignity in it's tone. "And I'm the only one who has the guts to say it."

He quirked an eyebrow, and I added "Sir." With a little smirk of my own. I was scared, and unsure of my answer, but I was too far gone now. I was past the point of no return. My arm hurt suddenly, and I gasped as his tight grip led me all the way back against the wall and his face and lips were only a breath's space away from mine.

"Of all the lessons..." He whispered. Even though it was low and quiet, I heard him. "I thought that one was the one I had taught you best." He let go and was stalking away.

I had lost. My teacher, my confidant, and my supposed lover was walking away. I had worked for months to achieve his attention. There was fear, desire, and want at first, and it had all turned to anger, and a burning sense of failure. Failure was not acceptable.

"You WILL stop." I said, and I ran behind him and shoved him against the wall, holding him there with my leg between his thighs.

"Let go! Get off!" He said, aggravated. Sweat was already forming at the base of his forehead with the effort.

Leaning in, torturously and painfully enough for him, I licked his ear, tracing it's skeleton with my tongue. "Make me. Sir."

"You don't know what you're doing. You have no clue what your dealing with. The Sin of Lust is..."

"Powerful." I cut in. "Provacitive, Sensual, and..."

"Senseless..." He breathed into my neck.

I had won. The final test was through. He was mine. Whether I was teacher or student I did not know, but perhaps we were learning together...The Sin of Lust.