Carvalle: School of Psychopaths PART 9: The Reconciliation (Patreon)

earlier on,

CLASS 4-A, LECTURE HALL 1

"When I get back here, every pair will demonstrate the sixteen types of blocking according to the book. Please study." Miles exits the classroom in a rush; the other students now nonchalant and messing with each other at his absence.

Zeus went full alert and scowled at Miles' leave, attempting to stand up in concern. Yet, that was only an attempt. Upon standing up, his younger brother Heidi set his hands on Zeus' shoulder, slamming him back on his seat. Everyone went silent at the sound of Lucifer's chair screeching against the floor. They stare, very terrified, at Satan who's holding his brother down while giving him a fierce look. But, it was as if there were no other students in that classroom; only them and an ugly conflict between them.

Conflict shouldn't even exist in their relationship; the great SaLu, whose brotherly connection rivals that of soulmates.

"You forgave him." Heidi signed with his left hand, while also saying it in their home language. "You slept with him."

Zeus didn't roll his eyes, but he looked very dismissive of that statement.

"Man, should we be going? I don' wanna be here when Satan goes apeshit."

"We're legally allowed to leave after 15 minutes, bro."

"Don't 'bro' me; we've been dating for—"

Lucifer stood up to go after Miles but Heidi grabs his shoulder and flips Zeus to face him. He relied on Zeus ring able to reading lips, "You don't even know what happened after he left! He could've cheated on us!"

Zeus signs, He didn't.

"Whoa, Lucifer's deaf?"

"Not really, he just prefers to finger—of course he's deaf! Why are you so slow?"

"Why are you so gay?"

"Ew, I'm not."

"Yeah sure, Jerome."

Meanwhile, Heidi is steaming from where he stood. In English he says out loud, "Why? One night of fucking him is good enough for you to forget everything?!"

Their classmates gasp, as well as slowly backing away from the front row because Heidi's fists are shaking. Zeus looks down, eyebrows narrowed in sadness as he signs, I love him.

"He doesn't love us!" Heidi screamed, "It's just his job; and you're dumb enough to fall for his charms! If he did love us, then he'd know better than to pretend we didn't exist for a year!"

Heidi sounded angry, looks angry, feels angry —yet, his tears also were angrily flowing out. This is something no one ever sees from the great Satan of Carvalle. Everyone was stunned. In Korean Heidi chokes out, "We talked about this, but one night seemed to erase everything that we've been through after he left. He wouldn't visit. Didn't send letters. It was as if he disappeared and died after that morning. He broke our promise; and forgot we existed!"

A broken promise can be forgiven; but continuing like that promise was never made is what drove Heidi to insanity. One year was painful; Miles left in the morning, and their class suddenly had a new teacher. At first, everyone thought Miles Taylor died. SaLu had believed that, too. But, they were hopeful. One month, they waited... for a single sign that Miles was alive. For three months, they keep telling themselves that Miles only relocated; but that was already breaking the promise. For five months, they waited... in depression, in isolation...

For half a year, they truly believed Miles died or they were abandoned. It felt that way. If he had no choice but to leave, then why did he choose to die?

I love him. He did everything for us. Zeus signs. And the only stupid one here is you.

"Love? You fucking talk about love when all you wanted to do was to chain Miles inside or chop his legs off so he can't move?" Everyone was startled when Heidi grabs Zeus' collar with one hand. No one understood their language, but they knew better than to stay close. "If I'm stupid, then you're nothing but a desperate child."

Zeus didn't respond, and instead shook Heidi's grip off of him calmly. This made Heidi's flame glow a colder red.

"Would you dare chose Miles over me?" Heidi emphasizes his words.

In clear, fluent, spoken Korean Zeus audibly replied with, "I am willing to kill you just to keep him."

Heidi's fist flew upward, and their classmates went nuts at SaLu's unexpected and deadly combat that involved raging fists and the broken bond of two siblings.

presently,

"JIHUN! TAEWON!" The teacher screamed upon returning to the classroom, seeing Heidi straddling Zeus and pushing a screwdriver to the older one's head; which Zeus struggles to stop given that Heidi is stronger. Satan has blood dribbling from his temple to his chin, while Lucifer had bloody gums and teeth.

At Miles' presence, Heidi looks up to scowl at him. Zeus didn't hear Miles come in; but he takes advantage of Heidi's distraction and knees the side of Satan's torso. Heidi grunts, falling back as Zeus struggles to sit up. After all, Heidi landed a front and back kick to Zeus' guts, while Zeus landed punches and is superior in defending himself.

"Mr. Taylors, they've gone apeshit!"

The class was in chaos. A student cursed, "I've never been so scared in my life! And I've tortured a person!"

"Still won't excuse the fact that you're grabbing my ass, J min!"

"What is going on—?!" Miles steps in, just as Heidi aimed to stab Zeus. He couldn't just hurt them to stop the fight. "The both of you, stop it! GODDAMN IT, STOP!"

They weren't supposed to fight. Their bond is stronger than any other twin; yet here they are, bloody, and with the intentions to murder each other. When Zeus dodged Heidi's stab, he finally spots Miles in a panic. Lucifer stops, a ghost of a smile glazing over his features at the sight of Miles Taylor. Disheveled and shocked beyond belief, temporarily unable to move.

An angry Zeus then takes a flat screwdriver from another table and thrusts it into— "JIHUN, NO!"

Zeus landed a stab on Heidi's guts; times freezes as SaLu had flashbacks of the past, fighting each other to the death, and ending in a similar way; both gets hurt if the other doesn't learn to accept. Now, Heidi feels the numb intrusion of sharp betrayal. Miles wanted to break down and cry, but he was paralyzed. He wanted to believe this is all a dream; since SaLu loves each other so much, even their mental health depends on each other. But now, they're willing to give it up if it means killing the other.

Heidi was undeterred, with Zeus staring at him coldly. " 'Guess we're even now..." Satan mumbles, both brothers remembering their past lover and how it ended. But, Heidi takes out the screwdriver painfully and swung it over to Zeus. The fight's not over.

"Zeus, Heidi, please!" Miles steps in, narrowly avoiding Heidi's deadly swings. His throat was almost split, if not for Zeus pushing him away.

"Stay out of this, you fucking rabbit!" Heidi screams as his left hand attempts to stab Zeus once again, both using various paraphernalia for attacking each other.

"No, I will not damn stay out of this!" Miles grabs Heidi, his taser ready to stun them if not for Heidi pulling him by the wrist and throwing him out of this.

They were astonished that Miles end up hitting the tables painfully, heard by his grunt. A Wyner student screeched out, "Get the guards, this is getting out of hand!"

"No, wait!" Miles didn't want the guards to violently apprehend these violent two. Heidi was bleeding, and it was obvious that his limbs are getting weak from blood loss. A model of a globe was thrown and almost hit a classmate.

"Jihun, wait—stop!" Zeus slams Heidi's head on the whiteboard, Heidi retaliating by stabbing the screwdriver towards him but only stabbed the board. Finally, a disheveled Miles stood up and screamed out, "IF YOU DON'T STOP FIGHTING IN CLASS, I SWEAR IM GONNA HAVE TO KILL THE BOTH OF YOU. And trust me, I will."

"Then fucking do it," Heidi spits as he dodges Zeus' swing. Miles took a meter stick and shoved it between the brothers, stopping Heidi's arm from swinging down to stab Zeus' head. The teacher threw the stick up and used one leg to swing straight up and kick Heidi away from Zeus. The man lands painfully on a bookshelf from Miles' leg.

"You two—" However, Zeus launches himself towards his brother. Miles grabs Jihun by the collar and pulls him over to face him, literally. Miles held Zeus' face directly against his; foreheads touching and their breaths clashing together.

"Shh... calm down," Miles commanded to the heavy breathing man, his warm hands calming the heated face of Lucifer himself. "Look at me. Breathe and look at me..."

Jihun obeyed, the scent and warmth of Miles making him forget his sudden aggression. Almost everyone held their breaths in anticipation.

"Fighting your brother is not good, okay? Please... please don't hurt each other... please?" Half of the class is surprised that Miles is talking to Zeus all childlike, but Class 3-C is more concerned because of Heidi standing back up with a bloody stomach, barely conscious.

Miles faces him, still holding onto Zeus who looks very hostile to his younger brother. In fluent but strangely pronounced Korean, Miles asks the younger devil, "Why can't you understand that I had no choice? Why can't you accept that I came back for—"

"BECAUSE I LOVE YOU!" Taewon screamed, eyes blinking rapidly because of his diluting consciousness, but he kept his tough act. Miles got his tongue caught, and even the class who did not understand the language stayed rooted in terror. "And it hurts! It hurts you leaving without a goodbye and coming back here as a different person. It's like Miles left forever, it's like you fucking died."

Miles' heart broke. He can see the lonely darkness in Heidi's eyes. The pain of suddenly losing someone, having promises broken and being neglected entirely for a whole year; unable to know if he is alive of not.

"Taewon—" Miles released himself from Zeus and rushed to help Heidi out, who fell on his knees. The teacher applies pressure to his wound screaming to his class, "Help me get him to the hospital!"

"I ain't touching Satan, I'm a Catholic!"

"Of course you are, sodomite."

"I hear his blood boils. It'll burn you."

"Yeah, I'll pass. Touching Satan is a no-no, said the priest I sucked once."

Nevertheless, four of the former class 3-C stood up and brushed off the Fords and Levoughs. They helped hoist the tall, bloody Heidi up who has lost his consciousness.

"Thank you..." Miles breaths out. "Please take him to the Medical Building."

They all obeyed. Miles stood there, still frozen, confused and speechless at Heidi's confession. All he is, is hurt. Simply, hurt. And, for someone that couldn't admit his feelings, he hated Miles for everything the teacher made him feel. Love is a scary thing; scarier than insanity, as it may cause that very thing. Miles looks at Zeus. Love was what tore them apart; and that's exactly what the scary Heidi is very much afraid of.

later on,

CARVALLE MEDICAL BUILDING

Heidi got stitched up. Thankfully, the area he was stabbed in was not fatal; and the screwdriver only caused him a punctured flesh and a lot of blood lost from him pulling the screwdriver out.

"It's my fault," Miles silently cried, sitting on the left side of the bed as Zeus sat beside him, leaning his head on the teacher's shoulders. Miles sniffs, "I didn't even get in touch... no letters, no messages, anything... Heidi has all the right to be mad at me."

He sat there, hair breaking out of their perfect state and turning into a curly mess. His eyes were puffy and his heart is full of regret. I hate this job. I should have stayed as their psychiatrist. Take responsibility for my crimes. Now, he feels so bad seeing his class fight and now having Nougat and Heidi injured.

Carvalle is not a good place to be. Suddenly, Heidi's eyes twitched. Miles and Zeus sat up, concerned over Heidi's well-being. Taewon's eyebrows turned into that of a scowl, both his eyes tightening as one peeked.

"Taewon?" Heidi groans and pushes his right arm against his eyes, complaining about the bright and blinding light which is the first thing that punished him upon waking up. "Heidi!"

Miles ran to the doorway to turn off the white light; the room clouded in darkness, before rushing back to the bedside to turn on the yellow tinted night lamp. Of course, he had a little bit of struggle on navigating, but made it nonetheless. The second the lamp turned on, he was pulled to the bed, making him yelp out loud.

Yet; it was just Heidi harmlessly grabbing his nape and pulling him close. Zeus has a disapproving look on his face. Miles gasps out, "T-Taewon—"

Miles can barely see, but he can feel Heidi's hand all over him. Heidi's right forearm was keeping Miles in place by the shoulder. The left hand went from Miles' nape to the back of his head, touching the surface of the curls before entangling his fingers on the crown.

"What are you doing...?" Miles whispers, but Heidi continues staring at him blankly. The devil runs his hand down Miles' face; eyes, nose, cheeks, jaw...

Heidi has that look in his eyes. Deep, compassion, hurt; it was clearly in those dark hooded eyes. Until, Heidi's hand went back to Miles' nape and pulled him in, touching their foreheads. Heidi has been smoking cigarettes. And for some reason, his scent is making Miles high.

"I'm sorry..." Satan suddenly says, Miles' eyes going wide at the clear English words spoken by a deep, earth-like voice which is slightly cracking because, "It just hurts... I hate you... so much... it hurts..."

Miles pulls his hands up to wrap around Heidi's neck in a gentle, comforting hold. "It's okay... Taewon... you can hate me... but... please don't hurt your brother again. I don't want any of you hurting each other."

"I don't hate you," Satan says bluntly, his voice still jagged and rough. "I hate what you've become."

"What would you like me to be? What would you like me to do?"

Satan's voice finally cracks painfully; "Don't disappear."

Miles felt a sadistic force tugging his heart mercilessly. Heidi takes Miles' right hand from his neck, to place it on his own face. There, he made sure Miles felt the warm tears landing on it. "Never again. Please. It's unbearable. We'll do anything. Just don't leave us like that."

"Taewon..." Miles swallows the pain in his throat. "I'm so sorry. I miss you so much—I won't leave again, I promise... I'm... I'm yours, aren't I?"

Miles hugs him, so tight, it plans to fulfill the promise of never parting again. He adds, "So are you... you are my responsibility. As long as you're here in Carvalle, or in the Levough, you'll always be my responsibility."

Miles may not be talking about their dorm, but his words spoke truth. Zeus puts a hand on Miles' back, looking straight into his brother's eyes. They both knew, if Zeus loves Miles enough to want to chop his legs off, Heidi loves him enough to burn everything and everyone to keep him. They live in an unromantic fairy tale fit for villains.

Zeus communicates with his expressions and silent words again, stating, Sorry for the stab. But, Miles is ours again.

Heidi squints his eyes and glares at Zeus' right ear, replying, Fuck you, don't make me take out your last ounce of hearing.

the next few days,

J - T 000, LEVOUGH DORM,

Miles doesn't feel good today. He stood at SaLu's door, sighing heavily but it wasn't enough to shake off the weight in his shoulders. He has his files on hand, his previously gelled hair now free to be curly. Still; a frown stayed on his face. His phone, idle in his pocket, rang a notification. Ally texted, and her message gave him more of hope.

ALLY

Looks like Nougat will be attending classes tomorrow after his rest. Could Heidi come to class, too? The Principal said that he could take more time to rest since his injury was worse.

Received, 6:00pm

Thank God. Thank you too, Ally.

Sent, 6:00pm

Oh and tomorrow, Principal Paris asked me to remind you that she has set up a meeting between you both. Something about your curriculum??

Received, 6:01pm

Miles felt something negative in his stomach. Oh no. Curriculum. It's Járed Levough I'm gonna be speaking to. He has received a letter a week prior. He forgot that the meeting stated in that letter was for tomorrow.

Yeah. Thanks for reminding me. I actually forgot.

Sent, 6:02pm

Something hasn't changed.

Received, 6:02pm

His heart pounded in nervousness, but no, he has to stay calm. Focus on twiddle-dee and twiddle-dum for now. Miles sighs once again. Even dumb nicknames won't cheer me up. Miles opens the door to nothing but darkness; and he closes it to nothing but darkness. His relationship to the brothers has improved, even if there is difficulty in communicating visually with Zeus when both prefer being swallowed in darkness. Still, a smile still managed to creep on Miles' face when he was pulled by the wrist, onto a hard, shirtless chest of a taller Satan.

"Two minutes late..."

"Taewon, stop being dramatic."

"Jihun says we should punish you."

"No, you have stitches. And you're back at it again with your telepathy," Miles dismisses, but his hands sneakily crawl up to Heidi's chest, fingers passing by the artistic tattoos that decorate his body. Warm... smooth... sinful.

That sinful voice returned to haunt Miles once again. "You're not... leaving, are you?"

That question again. Now their session won't even be a session without Heidi being insecure and asking this particular question. But, that possessive insecurity has Heidi's hand on Miles' left cheek and squeezed, making him moan out in response, "I'm not..."

He suddenly feels Zeus' presence behind him, the tall giant pressing himself onto Miles' back and effectively trapping him between the insane pair. Why do I miss this so much?

"Y-you two, it's not the time. I have to measure your heights because no one could the past year." That wasn't a lie, he really has to do the job that do one else could do.

"No one could touch us but you, bitch bunny..."

Sarcasm drips out in a whisper, "How sweet of you."

Heidi disappears and Zeus places a whiny kiss on Miles' cheeks. The lava lamp then turns on a bright orange, lighting both mean in a dangerously sexy way, not recommended to the average person. Heidi was shirtless yet again; but he's wearing Zeus' royal blue pajamas with a pattern of blue cartoon velociraptors. While he is oozing with sexiness from his ripped abs and sinful tattoos, his clothes showed their adorable bond as brothers.

As Zeus slowly and sneakily unbuttons Miles' shirt, the teacher saw something on the floor. "Zeus, why is Hermes on the ground?" He asks, referring to the giant dinosaur discarded by Zeus' bed; his apology gift.

Wait, he can't hear. "Jihun, you—stop doing that!" Miles lightly slaps his perverted fingers away, now facing the blonde. "I told you, I have to measure you guys' heights!"

Miles pushed himself away from the silver-haired man, just as he risked sporting an erection from the sexy eye candy and the flaming touches of these devils. Zeus rolls his eyes, not even hiding the fact that he himself is very much in the mood to assault Miles.

"I have a job to do, and you can't just harass me just because I'm in your room..." Miles ranted as he takes his phone, pen, and files out as well as a measuring tape. He turns around with it, finding both brothers scowling at him. Miles pointed at Hermes as a command for Zeus to pick it up.

"And Taewon, you have to clean your side of the room. That means no spray painting the ground with satanic symbols. It makes the room smell like paint."

"It's to scare off the psychiatrists," Heidi grumbles, just as Miles pushes him to a wall and extends the measuring tape. This little bunny is actually serious... He looks at Jihun, who shrugs with blue balls. And so Heidi bluntly says, "So no fuck?"

"Do you boys ever think about anything other than sex?" Miles steps on the tip of the tape and extends the thing up to Heidi's head.

Heidi suggestively licks his lips as Miles tiptoes in front him, trying to properly measure this tree of a man and getting too close in the process. With his signature voice of kinks Heidi says, "We don't think about anything other than you."

There go flashbacks of his confession threatening my heart circulation. Miles blushes so hard as he extends his arms up, eyes widening as they stare straight at Heidi's hooded ones. "P-please stand up straight and... and... stop touching my ass, please..."

Indeed, Heidi had his hand squeezing the plump mounds of flesh while Miles' arms were stuck up trying to measure him.

"Do your job properly, Sir..." Heidi taunts, his forefinger tracing the split of Miles' pants.

"Stop it." Miles aligns the ruler with Heidi's head and the wall. The hand stopped, but Heidi's heated gaze didn't. "1... 189? Y-you grew..."

They were mere inches apart; and Heidi can smell the unchanging baby powder with a breath of strawberry yogurt from where he stood against the wall.

"You know what else grew?"

Miles turned a darker shade than the lava lamp's orange, so he steps away from the pajama clad devil and onto his files where he wrote the data. "I hope it's your patience, Taewon."

"My urge to rip your clothes, that's what."

"Jihun," Miles awkwardly calls out, facing the man on his bed hugging the giant dinosaur plushy patiently. The psychiatrist holds his hands out welcomingly, and Zeus drops the plushy to go to him. "See Taewon, I hope you're as patient as him."

"Only dumb fucks think he's patient..."

"I can understand Korean." Miles gently places Zeus against the wall and the silent silver-haired man watches him the whole time as he bends over to step on the tip of the tape.

However, when Miles stood back up, his bum hit Heidi's very intimidating crotch, sandwiching him between the bothers again. Lucifer watches as Satan growls, "So you can understand this...? I want to bend you over and [fuck you] against the wall making sure our neighbors know exactly what we do to naughty bunnies like you—"

"I can't understand slang! You're too fast!" Miles squeaks as he shakes the man off. "Get away, I'm trying to—"

Heidi takes the hand which holds the tape, the left, and pins it above Zeus to extend it for a measurement. In short; Miles it pinned by Heidi against the wall with Zeus in front of him; the latter brother unable to hide the unresisting hot look in his eyes.

"Go ahead..." Heidi's hot, chocolate scented breath ends up right in Miles' ear, triggering goosebumps.

"Heidi, stop..." Zeus takes Miles by the waist and pulls him in tight, making sure the teachers knows what effect he has on him. That effect is big and impatient. Both men threatening his sexual sanity is making Miles so hot. He stood on his toes to get a better look at the ruler on top of Zeus' head, and it also gave the boys a better angle to tease him with. "W-wa... 185 and a half... Jihun, please don't slouch..."

It's so difficult to focus when all he wants is to be assaulted by these teasing little fucks.

"Okay... 187 and a half... now please let me go, I have to write—" unable to stray from his urge, Heidi did pull his shirt apart and the buttons clattered on the ground. "What the—Taewon—!"

Zeus engulfed him in a tight, hungry kiss while his knees push up to press against Miles' own arousal.

"Jihun says we still need to punish you."

Miles pulls away from Zeus, gasping. "For two minutes of being late?!"

Heidi flips him over, pressing him against Zeus who took the pleasure of removing the teachers' belt from behind. Satan grabs the hollow of Miles' cheeks, the man submitting to whatever torture they have in store for him.

"No, baby bitch... for a year of ignoring us, your ass will be confined here for a week more..." Miles Taylor is so screwed. "Let's play a game."

"This is terrible."

"You lost."

"Jihun!"

"He wants you to take it off, too."

Miles groans, cursing a very amused Heidi as he takes the last sock off, leaving him in only boxers. It's unbelievable. The Korean Heidi is winning, against an American teacher who is very much advanced when it comes to the English language. Upon losing, they had to strip down to one clothing.

Zeus sat between them, making a triangle with their positions on the floor. He was typically cross legged wearing, rarely, basketball shorts which revealed his very long and slim, pale legs with thin white hairs. The silent silver-haired moderator signaled, Round 5.

"Crocodile," says Heidi.

Miles replies, "Elephant."

"Thailand."

How does Heidi know so much?! The rules were simple: one person says a random word, and the other replies with a word that starts with the first word's last letter. CrocodilE, Elephant. The words have to be connected in some way, in this case the two words are Animals. ElephanTs can be found in Thailand therefore it is related.

"Dance," Miles calmly replies.

Mr. Worldwide Heidi nonchalantly says, "Evolution."

"Nature."

"Environment."

Damn, Heidi isn't even sparing a brain cell to think of a word. Miles couldn't underestimate this man's intelligence. He only lost once and that's because he didn't know any English places that start with O fast enough.

"Trees!" Miles offers. Heidi sits there, proud and shirtless, his black hair pulled back by a girly red headband. His legs are crossed as his torso leaned back, propped by his arms. This folded and contoured his abs really well, and showcased that sinful large package he's got there.

"Sapling."

It's getting harder, and Miles feels ashamed that a native English speaker and an accomplished teacher such as himself is being overpowered by a foreign student. "Grapes."

"Seeds."

I hate S's so much! "Uhh... si... su... strawberry..."

Heidi smirks at the rare last letter, and decides to give the curly teacher a dose of his own medicine. "Yummy."

"What the—" Miles silently asks Jihun for help, to which the man signed a hint. Curse me for not knowing sign language! "Y... ya-uhh..."

Y that's related to food... Y that's related to something delicious— Heidi's left fingers were thrown up, counting down from 5.

Holy shit this is embarrassing! "Y—! Ya—! Y..."

3... 2...

"Hold on! Wait uhm.... Yuh..."

Heidi suddenly runs out of fingers and he grabs onto Miles' naked arms, pulling the half-naked teacher closer into their triangle. "You lose."

Miles yelps when the game master Zeus takes out the penalty rope and wraps his torso with it repeatedly. "Wait, hold on!"

"That thing is your last clothing," Heidi points at his boxers. "So you lose..."

Suddenly, Miles was bent over, on his knees, his arms pinned on his back as the ropes punish him for being a terrible English speaker. Much to his surprise, something was strapped on his head.

"... little bunny."

Heidi lifts the loser's jaw, revealing the struggle from Miles' face as his body is tied by ropes. This man looks devilishly sadistic from this angle, where he's looking down on his pet. Meanwhile, Zeus looks even fiercer where Miles couldn't see him, slowly pulling the garter of his boxers down.

"What are you doing?" Miles asks Heidi who adjusts the thing on his head.

"... turning you..." Heidi straightens the wire ears. "... back to yourself."

"What—" Miles yelps in discomfort when a short, slimy, slippery, solid plastic prodded his unprepared entrance and forced itself inside. It stretched a couple of inches of walls inside of Miles, big but small at the entrance.

"Do you remember that time you think you were being funny calling yourself a kangaroo in front of me?" Miles turns beet red, embarrassed from their first meeting.

"Wh-what, I was just playing along—ngff!" Zeus twisted the plastic thing, forcing the tied up Miles to look back and see the silent man squeezing a fluffy tail connected to the plug. "What is that?! How did you get that?!

"We have monthly allowances, the school buys anything we want, remember?" Heidi hums nonchalantly, his deep voice blunt but playful. "No drugs or weapons... but toys... hmm... now that I think about it, this hell hole is awe... some..."

"Stop this! I quit!" Miles wiggles, attempting to shake the tail off but its large body prevented itself from moving. Miles' insides rejected it, but it only pressured his prostate the more he squeezes.

"Mmhhh... Zeus, take it out—whose idea was this?! Stop, I hate it!"

Heidi looks at his brother, and Zeus did the same, before Satan replies, "We're not doing anything. Yet. You lost. Suck it up."

"Heidi!" Miles whined.

"Or better, suck me."

Miles struggles, but relaxes when he feels Zeus' hands glide from the bottom of his back, upward where his digits glided through the tight ropes. It's definitely gonna leave a mark, and that's exactly what the artistic Heidi is waiting for.

"You're not a kangaroo..." Heidi, with his ever-loving voice of rough velvet, leaned closer to Miles where the teacher can smell chocolate from him. "You're a bunny. Dumb bunny. Stupid bunny. What's a college degree if you're stupid enough to... get turned on from this..."

He was referring to Miles' rigid cock that hung from under him; untouched and begging to be.

"It's a physiological reaction," Miles confidentially defended his sinful arousal.

"Then stop us from forcing you to feel that way, dumb bunny." Heidi scratched Miles' ear like he was indeed a pet; and his action of avoidance reflected that of a pleasured domestic animal. "Give us a reason why you don't want us to do this. To use you. If it is against your will."

Heidi for the love of everything that is Holy, there is a lot wrong with degrading a teacher and abusing my body for pleasure! But...

"We will stop everything if you truly don't want it," Heidi quietly mumbles under his breath, void of any playfulness and is actually very serious.

Miles struggles to speak because of his painful urge to get stimulated. "What d-did you... say?"

"I said, we will assault you if you don't tell us to stop now."

Miles curses himself, all while feeling the ropes rub against his skin and hindering his blood from any circulation. What am I to do? His body is tingling; numb, overjoyed with the pleasures of masochism.

"Taewon... Jihun..." moans the shameless teacher, shaking his uncomfortable ass in front of Lucifer and bowing before Satan. "Please, don't stop."

Shame?

None taken. With those words alone, SaLu went all in with their torture. This time, inviting the ants by using chocolate on their Easter Bunny. Miles is on his back with Satan seated above his head, looking down on him inverted like a messed up guardian angel. He has Lucifer between his legs, controlling his arousal. Heidi is pushing a chocolate bunny lollipop for Miles to practice sucking on, deepthroating occasionally on the melting chocolate. Meanwhile; Zeus is having his fun by coating Miles' dick with the sweet melting chocolate and tasting it from the cock itself.

Miles writhes in pleasure, but is unable to use his hands because of the ropes around his torso. He could only use his throat to voice his reactions, because his mouth is preoccupied because of Heidi's punishment. Miles is being tortured on both holes; with Zeus twisting and pulling his tail back and forth to stretch and lube him up.

"Now, Jihun... what would our dear classmates say if they saw their strict teacher like this? Assassin in the classroom... but a whore in this dorm room...?"

Miles coughs out from the sweetness as Zeus silently pleasures him with his mouth, tasting the chocolate on the hard arousal from their horny pet. Heidi takes the candy out of Miles' dirtied mouth saying, "I bet they'd all want a taste."

Before Miles can defend himself or his students, Heidi grabs him by the hollows of his cheeks and tonguefucked him, removing the paint of chocolate from all over his mouth. Zeus stares at the two locking lips, quite proud of Heidi and himself now that they're enjoying their two favorite things. Zeus prefers vanilla over milk chocolate; but since this is Miles, this flavor is his favorite at this moment.

When Heidi pulls away, so did Zeus with the plug abruptly, making Miles cough out once again because of the sweetness suffocating his throat. "You two are terribl—"

"You are too, so we cancel out each other... basic math." Those words from Heidi himself were the last thing Miles heard before losing his mind at Zeus' welcomed intrusion, groaning out in utter bliss after the torture with his tail. Meanwhile, Heidi keeps adjusting the ears as Miles starts to bounce with Zeus' thrusts.

Miles moaned out in a daze, "F-fuck, I fucking—"

"Language, sir..." Heidi smirks.

"Oh, fuck you Satan..." Miles breathes out, barely, begging to be punished yet again by his own student.

And, Heidi did, leaning over to lick the head of Miles' dripping cock as Zeus' thrusts push it against Heidi's tongue. It was a painful tease; and one that tickled Miles' abdomen because of the visibility of Satan's sculpted body hovering over his face.

"Taewon, stop d-doing that—!"

Heidi did stop, only for him to say, "No. I like assaulting you, and only you." Before going back to touching Miles but not stimulating him. "Is Jihun's dick not enough? Do you want the both of us? Do you want a rougher fuck?"

Miles' stomach churned with delight hearing those words, and it worries him although he has accepted his shameful kinks.

"I like... Jihun—ngh! ...better, because... he's no-not a bully...."

Playfully enraged, Heidi pulls away and pushes Miles onto Zeus, where the man held him like a pillow with his dick still inside. Heidi goes up behind him, threatening the teacher with his mere scent. In their home language he slurs out, "He's not a bully... but big brother is supportive..."

Miles screams in a pain-to-pleasure ratio of 2-1 when Heidi enters him with Zeus still inside; both proving to be merciless when it comes to abusing him. His limbs feel numb, but what are they of use when these two hormonal boys are controlling his every being. Miles bounces on them, losing his reason at each passing minute. "Ohhh... my... g-god..."

Heidi snarkily grunts out, "Well, we're yours so, that's a given..."

Zeus lifts Miles's open jaw for a tight kiss, assuring him that he will be taken care of after this. But at this moment; none of the three cares about what is going to happen. All that matter is both brothers giving Miles the satisfaction and sadistic affection.

"I... f-feel... s-suh... so full...!" Miles moans out, throwing his head back and giving Zeus access to his unmarked neck. Meanwhile, Heidi went ham on ramming himself inside of his bunny and knocking the headband out. This only opened up more rough opportunities because Heidi can now grip on Miles' short curls and pull his head to the side, so both brothers can enjoy one side of his neck at the same time.

Fortunately, it's a chilly season so turtlenecks won't seem out of place. SaLu marking him are a controversial, though not new, concept. Everyone who has ever heard of Hael knows the demons that own him. Carvalle students think Satan and Lucifer aren't human at all; how can two nasty students have the power to seduce a teacher?

"B-but I want it..." Miles whined out loud, feeling himself build up inside. "I want everyone... to know... I'm yours...!"

Miles came, all over Zeus' abs even though the brothers didn't stop thrusting yet.

"They already know, stupid bunny..." Heidi growls, just as he noticed Zeus being close to ejaculation as well from the rare look in his eyes.

"N-not everyone..." Miles gasps out, feeling himself go numb. "Everyone has to know.... you're mine... b-both of you... are... are mine...!"

"Oh shit!" Heidi cursed when he suddenly, unexpectedly ejaculated. How did a small statement of possessiveness from their toy make the sadist explode so much?

Miles is no longer a toy; he never has been a toy. He has been a player, or better yet, the game master; able to control the fearsome SaLu just by playing, win or lose. When Heidi pulled out, Zeus followed with his ejaculation, much softer and gentler to comfort Miles from Heidi's merciless handle.

Oh, as if you didn't just put him into subspace? Heidi mocks Zeus with their signature brotherly language of silence. Miles was breathless, barely sane and very much hurting because of lack of blood circulation. In fact, he actually passes out in Zeus' arms, breathing through his mouth as a sign of exhaustion.

They both untied him as carefully as you would a delicate pastry. They also cleaned out the remaining chocolate with a damp cloth otherwise sweets-loving insects would have their taste of Miles, too.

moments later,

"Are..." a small, soft-spoken Zeus uttered a letter of the English alphabet, making Heidi look up cautiously in case Miles is listening. "... we... 'gon..."

"Tell him?" Heidi finishes when Zeus took too long to continue. "We will. But I want to see how he handles the current you, first."

Heidi's fingers ran over the ugly marks left by the ropes; which he admires greatly since sit looks sophisticated, printed on Miles' skin like a carved tattoo. Speaking of tattoos, Heidi also runs his hand on the inked arm which he also worships greatly; even though Zeus doesn't because he thinks it doesn't suit Miles.

We're sorry, we lied. Heidi silently confesses to the sleeping Miles, fixing his hair and making sure no sweat drips on their goddess' face. We thought maybe you'd come back if you heard about Jihun being fully deaf. You didn't, actually.

But, Miles showed them a new side of kindness and care for the 'fully deaf' Jihun. He showed that it really doesn't matter if Zeus cannot listen to him at all, or is a burden to him by being disabled.

"Miles..." Zeus mumbles, staring down at their Hael; the healing angel. "... really does love us."

"Tch. Stupid bunny." Heidi cringes before pulling Miles' head to rest on his bicep, sharing Satan's warmth.

three days later,

When SaLu said he's confined for a week, they didn't mean he has to stay in their dorm room. They meant every second of the day, wherever he is, they're there threatening his ass. Miles was even called to the principal because he didn't get to meet the Master, Járed Levough at the designated time. It was because he couldn't leave SaLu alone or else they'd stab each other with lollipop sticks to see who passed out from blood loss first.

Fortunately, Miles proposed a game in which he won, surprisingly, against Zeus. Because he's the winner, he gets to go see Járed Levough. They don't understand how big of a deal this man is and they keep me from him just because they can... Fortunately again, Master Járed is a patient lunatic who would actually rather watch anime if Miles weren't around.

But not this time, at the M2 - CONFERENCE ROOM.

Miles had never been so afraid of a smile being absent on Járed Levough's face. The air conditioning of the conference room seemed warm, as the Levough Mafia Boss' eyes pierced through the teacher in a disappointed gaze. Járed looked serious for once; not idiotically drunk, despite having his 3rd glass of red wine this hour.

"I have to admit," his voice rang out, his pronunciation sounding more Italian than American. This means, he is not happy. Maybe it's because fit took Miles three days to meet him. "I am very disappointed at Class 4-A's performance. Or rather... their behavior. I can see that you aren't control of them, Mr. Taylor."

This is a worse disappointment than the three-day absence! Miles feels his heart thump in nervous embarrassment. "I'm sorry. I don't know what I'm doing wrong."

"Please look at me when you're speaking."

He's gonna kill me. Miles did, meeting the half-moon eyes of an Asian-European man who could very well wipe out half of the world's population with a drunken statement.

"I still have to commend you for bringing improvements to the table when it comes to the Jun brothers. They have been attending class, which is a very good thing. It's just your students; they.... treat you as they would any other teacher."

Except the original class 3-C; but they have always been silent in comparison to the new Ford and Levough students who defy and disrespect Miles in any way they can. Some had even tried to kill Miles whenever SaLu is running late, or absent. Being the considerate teacher and proud trainer that Miles Taylor is, he doesn't tell SaLu about the many threats to his life.

"I... I'm not sure... what to do..." Miles mumbles. "I have tried everything I've been trained to do... t-to be tough and..."

Suddenly, Járed snorts, which surprised the teacher. "Tough? You mean, strict? Stiff? Objective? Military?" He leans in, which makes Miles want to lean back. "Is that how your previous class saw you and respected you?"

Miles stayed quiet, as wholesome flashbacks of their time a year ago; where everyone worked together despite a rivalry going on, and everyone being brothers despite being trolling homophobes.

"The training taught you all the lessons you needed to teach the students from all four dorms, including teaching methods for different types of personalities."

"I'll work harder," says Miles. "I'll do better to control them—"

The Master cut him off. "The training taught you to be tough in facing them... but that's all you're doing. You think that being tough and strict is what will bring them to their knees? Did that work on SaLu? Would that work on this class?"

"I thought that maybe if I get stronger..." Miles looks down in insecurity, shedding away his professionalism for this weakness of his. "I wouldn't be as pathetic, and weak, and... someone that they'd pick on..."

"There's a difference between being tough and being strong, Mr. Taylor." Járed poured more wine for his own glass and stares amusingly at it. "The training taught you one thing, but you are unaware that you are already strong the moment you stepped into this school."

Miles doubts that. Heavily; it can be seen on his face right now.

"You were strong enough not to back out," Járed adds. "You were strong enough to keep up a smile despite being afraid of Class 3-C and the brothers. You... and forgive me for saying this, but it's the truth... are strong enough to face various assaults, despite the trauma you've faced... with your own father."

Miles had kept a stoic, blank face in respects to this man. But those simple, brief words that mentions his silent past caused tears to be stored in his uncertain eyes. Pain is lodged in his throat and so is the heavy burden in his heart. Miles couldn't hide how his lips and fingers trembled, and his eyes couldn't stay at one place.

Miles was terribly hurt, remembering everything. He took in deep breaths. Despite being on the verge of a mental breakdown, Járed only stares at him amused at the effects of trauma to an already recovered person.

"Hurts, doesn't it?" Járed mumbled mercilessly while Miles struggles to maintain his normal breathing pattern. "Memories hurt. It hurts, doesn't it?" The teacher looks at the Master as he bluntly asks, "So why are you here?"

How cold of a heart Járed Levough has.

"If it hurts so much, why surround yourself with people as terrible and even more than your Father?" Miles' chest hurts, and he bites his lips. "Why smile at a classroom with half of its students being perverts and letting the Jun brothers use your body as they please?"

How does he know that? But of course; nothing goes on in this school without the Master knowing. Nobody just knows exactly who knows, because Carvalle is a snake in covering itself up. Maybe, Miles' class let it slip; and knowing the Master that is Járed Levough, it doesn't take much for him to confirm such rumors.

As for his sensitive questions; "After all you've been through, Mr. Taylor... why did you rise up to be the best teacher in a school full of criminals as terrible as your father?"

Járed Levough does not care about anything but the truth; he does not sugarcoat and will not consider others' feelings. But somehow, the harsh, insensitive words lifted Miles up. When the teacher didn't answer, the Master continues, "You are strong enough to enter this school, strong enough to enter the Mafia. You didn't need training for that; the training was for you to properly teach the students the lessons. How you teach is all on you."

"You... want me to go back? T-to being pathetic and... and sensitive and... c-clumsy?"

Járed leans back, now very amused at the way Miles spoke and the words he chose to speak out. "Do you know the previous Mafia boss? Scary Asian man; body count of 500—while I only have 170; he almost caused economic collapse in 58 counties... very much worse than I."

Miles doesn't know who Járed's father is, but by the sounds of that, this man is the ultimate Levough Mafia Boss. Járed continued, "See, he married an asthmatic Japanese weaboo with crippling anxiety and lack of maturity. I have two Dads, by the way..." Miles' eyes widened. "One is the bringer of death while the other one is tripping on air and hyperventilating because people are noticing him. 'May have been an exaggeration there—but the point!"

Miles melts at Járed's next words.

"My Father still loves that pathetic ball of anxiety he calls his husband. That guy is still pathetic, sensitive, and clumsy... but he knows how to fire a gun. He's killed people. He brought my Father, the Levough Mafia boss, onto his knees and got him to close a Disneyland so he can ride the rides in peace," Járed sighs. "But he is not respected for what he can do. People respect him for not giving up on my Father, and accepting a piece of shit like him with a pure heart. You are respected by class 3-C for not giving up on them, and accepting them with kindness, even if they hated it."

Miles looks down, shoulders now slumped, breaths exhaled in deep, reflective wind. They were silent; for moments, long enough for Járed to finish the bottle of wine alone. Still, he does not look drunk nor does he act like it. He seemed professional; regal, something that should be respected. Miles is not Járed Levough. And Class 4-A is not Miles, to be intimidated by people like Járed Levough.

the next day,

LECTURE HALL 1, JOHNSON BUILDING

"Nougat, can I pull the stitches out of your skin?!"

"You guys were hot when you fought and like... made out..."

"Wanna do it with me, bro?"

"Ew, bro!"

"Ouch, bro."

Nougat slaps away Cya who attempts to touch his healing stitches, while Zombie sat quietly in his seat refusing to be bothered by everyone.

"You missed the last games! Xenon got his finger cut off," they chatted.

"At least he still has his forefingers, right? Am I right?!"

"Boo! Go commit hopscotch on roof."

All of a sudden, but at least expected, Miles Taylor enters the classroom with no SaLu tailing him this time; because they decided to sleep in for sleeping too late last night. Meanwhile, front row Levough dormie: Scorpio, immediately threw a knife at the teacher with a serious but mocking aura. As expected, Miles caught it with gloves hands before it can stab his left eye.

"Nice throw, Scorpio!" Unexpectedly, Miles returns the knife instead of confiscating it, much to everyone's surprise. In fact, they all quieted down at the sudden change of aura and the lack of death threats from the teacher.

"Good morning class," Miles greeted. "No one did their homework? Oh well, just write your name on a piece of paper and only one word or a few of your opinion on the human mind as it grows older. I will grade it as homework, don't tell the other teachers," Miles winks, making everyone's heart skip.

"What the fuck."

"Am I dreaming?"

Lace replied to Cya, "If this was a dream, I'd be fucking you on that desk right now."

"I wish this was a dream so I can strangle you to death."

"Kinky."

Miles smiles at all of them, "I'm not actually in the mood to teach you about the different types of grenades, so how about we go to the computer lab and play some vintage Counter Strike? Let's get all of you familiar with the different typed of guns."

"HELL YEAH! COUNTER STRIKE—wait, what's Counter Strike?"

"I don't know man, but if we're going to the computer labs, I'm calling dibs on the one with the pornhub wallpaper!"

"Tch, Kai. You and your porn girls."

Kai slaps his seatmate, cringing. "Jeez, I'm not that perverted, it doesn't even have girls in it."

Meanwhile, the previous Class 3-C students all look weirded out by the sudden change in Miles' demeanor. Nougat looks at his previous original classmates, trying to confirm if what their seeing is true. Yet when the blonde' eyes met that of Zombie, he blushed and immediately got saliva stuck in his throat for him to cough out.

"Okay, what the fuck is up with Taylors?" Zombie mumbles.

"What the fuck is up with you—stop touching me, you backstabber!" Nougat whisper-yells, slapping away Zombie's wandering hands under their table.

"Oh, now you don't want me to touch you?" Zombie smirks, though his face remains calm and composed.

It's Nougat that just turned red from serious embarrassment, mind flashing back to their hateful—"... 8 o'clock, okay? If you're late, I'll kill you."

"It'll be awesome to kill you, too."

days later,

J-T JUN, LEVOUGH DORM

There's this student called Zeus; real name Jun, Jihun. Zeus has profound hearing loss; only on his left ear. Miles wrote on his personal journal, private and not to be submitted as a report just yet after the revelation. Though he is completely deaf on that ear, his right hearing can still pick up vibrations, but barely voices five feet away.

When Zeus first got here, he was partially deaf; only able to hear things close or loud enough for him. At the present time, his disability prevented him from hearing anything else other than a close whisper or a loud, booming noise that came from the earth. Miles had decided to have him checked out by a physician before submitting a report. Meanwhile, the teacher is now inside their dorm room attending to Zeus while his brother is nowhere to be found.

Of course, darkness is still present; but they are illuminated by both Heidi's yellow fairy lights and Zeus' tangerine lava lamp. Both were on the bed; Miles sat cross-legged, situated between Lucifer's long legs as he leaned against the wall.

"Name... ist... Jun-Jii yoon... I–em twenny-tri..."

Miles clapped happily, pushing both thumbs up in support of Zeus who is practicing how to speak with him. "You're getting better in English! I'm so proud of you!"

Zeus still has that blank but lively look on his face, mesmerized by Miles being so amused and excited. Zeus' voice is indeed the complete opposite of Heidi. Soft-spoken, light; if Heidi's voice is jagged rocks, Zeus' are forest winds.

"Mah-iy, bra-ther... iii, Teh-woon..." His small lips try to copy Miles, though he has problems in his volume's consistency. Miles signals at him to 'increase' his voice whenever it unintentionally silences up.

"Very good! You sound wonderful!" Miles exclaims, also using amateur sign language.

Just as Zeus continued with his practice, the unlocked door opened to grant Satan access to his own dorm room. He stood at the doorway, red bandana around his neck as his Carvalle uniform shirt is open, and his left hand holding what seems to be a book.

"What the fuck are you two doing?"

"You guys seem to forget I'm still your Psychiatrist, so I'm here." Miles looks back at a scowling Satan answering, "But I'm also teaching Jihun how to speak."

"Teh-ūn!" Zeus suddenly yells in an English headspace, unaware of his volume but enough for him to hear his own voice, and realize the strange pronunciation of his brother's voice. Miles laughs upon seeing his face; shocked and slightly cringing.

"It's okay, Jihun... it's not bad," Miles taps his knees before looking back at Heidi who closed the door and sat on his bed. "Where were you—is that a book?"

Heidi checks the thing he's holding, as Zeus got distracted and started playing with Miles' hand which is sitting on his knee. "Yeah, some nerd gave it to me... Starla, I think..."

"You mean Starlight?"

"My fucks that exist about his name are in your pussy."

"Too vulgar," Miles tsk-ed. "That's sweet, though. What is it about?"

"B. F. Skinner..."

"That's the author," Miles said, while Heidi fell on his bed and closed his eyes; the book still in his left hand.

"My fucks are still located in your vagina."

I don't have one...? Oh... Miles purses his lips, giving up on making Heidi open up; for now. It'd be nice if he'd talk to me about problems, since he always seems to have one. He's so emotionally closed off.

He voiced this out. "It'd be nice if you'd talk to me properly for once."

"I'm tired," Heidi groans, making Miles even sadder. Satan felt this and peeked on one eye.

Miles rolls his eyes and faces Zeus who's messing with a Triceratops, sighing while smiling, "Okay Jihun, let's talk about your interests. Try saying 'Daii, no, sor'..."

So much to do. I have to submit a report about Zeus' hearing, too. When will Miles ever get a break?

the next day,

LECTURE HALL 1, JOHNSON BUILDING

"I'm going to take Kookie to the medical building. Behave, alright?" This is a risk, SaLu is absent and so, no one's here to make them behave...

Miles' face was full of concern after the combat game, to which a Wyner student suffered a dislocated shoulder after an intense fight with a Levough. Another Wyner student helps the teacher escort their classmate out.

"Poor chocolate chip Kookie," says Cya, just as paper airplanes and knives were starting to be thrown around the classroom.

Lace glared at his roommate. "That reminds me, you ate the cookies I bought, from the fridge..."

"Mi casa su casa. Besides, you're allergic to chocolate, you dog."

"They were for you, Ryan. I was supposed to use that for food blackmail—"

Cya slaps him hard, while blushing madly. "Stop saying my name! We're in the classroom!"

"Oh yeah, would you rather I call you by mine?" Lace leans in, smirking. Smugly, he adds, "And I guess you prefer me calling you that in bed—"

Cya slams his seatmate's head on the table, earning a light nosebleed for the perverted guy. Tables near them complimented the violent Cya while Lace stood there also proud, with a pained bloody nose. They continue bickering like a divorced couple.

Speaking of divorced couples, Nougat noticed something and spoke up to which only his seatmate can hear. "Something's changed with Mr. Taylor."

"Probably the hair," Zombie casually stated, straightening out a cowlick from Nougat's blonde strands.

N slaps his hand away. "Ew, I wasn't asking you..."

Nougat fixes his consistently perfect appearance like the heartthrob he is; but Zombie can't help but notice the healing stitches caused by their brawl many weeks prior. Truly traumatizing; Nougat is no longer as flawless and perfect when it comes to his skin.

Permanent mark... Zombie finally takes his eyes off the blonde as one corner of his lips tugged upwards. He remembers when Nougat was confined; he of course threw a fit and had a mental breakdown, with Zombie sitting there listening like a plant. I don't mind him having permanent scars as long as I made them.

"It's one thing to hurt me by slut shaming and rejecting me like all those years ago! It's another thing to actually try to kill me! You know what?! Just kill me! It hurts okay, and I hate being hurt! Worse of all, I'm being hurt outside and inside by an undead Mexican who escaped Tierra de loser muertos!"

Yet, one question completely changed everything, anticlimactically. "So you still love me?"

"I hate you so fucking much."

At the present, Nougat keeps shutting his own boyfriend's advances while his pride ruled over everything. He's still afraid to give too much affection just in case it builds up to pain if they break up again someday. Meanwhile, the Levoughs were discussing something quite morbid on the other side of the classroom.

"If I finally finish building our gun, I'm gonna shoot Taylors with it."

"If you can."

"Hell yeah, I can. That guy's got nothing but a lesson plan for murder, but can't really do shit. Maybe I'll corner him in a closet so I can get him to suck me before I blow his brains out."

"SaLu fucks with him, so he must feel good if'ya know what I mean..."

"Man, I've never thought about raping a teacher until that guy got here. I'm not even gay."

"I've wanted to rape a teacher before, but this is the first time I want to kill them after I do the shit."

"THAT'S IT—!" A nearby Wyner student couldn't contain himself and stood up to charge at the Levoughs, yet he was held back by his seatmate.

"Sit your ass down, Hyogi!"

"No! Fuck you lunatics who think it's okay to talk about assaulting someone like talking about your pathetic life, which you'll never get to live because y'all are damn criminals! Go insert your pierced dick in a socket—"

His seatmate pulled him down. "Hyogi, enough!"

But, the damage was done and everyone quieted down when Scorpio stood up and kicked his own chair away. The thing navigated to hit a Ford student a couple of meters away, indicating Scorpio's intimidating strength.

"You seem to not know who you're talking to," Scorpio growled, cracking his knuckles as other Levoughs also brace to murder Hyogi. "We are from the Levough dorm. While you ended up here because you cheated on an exam, we killed professors."

Another Levough took Hyogi by the collar and threw him onto the floor, sparking outrage between the united Wyner and De Vera students versus the Levoughs. Nougat, Cya, and a lot of other Wyners stood from their chair as a sign of rebellion against those of the worst criminals.

Scorpio took notice of this. "Oh, I seem to also forget. Ya'll are the famous Class 3-C... puppies sucking up to their teacher's maternal dick. You all are a disgrace to the integrity of Carvalle delinquents; being submissive to a teacher whose job is to enslave us!"

"Mr. Taylor didn't enslave us!" Screams Cya, with a fierce determination in his voice that just made Lace's— "If anyone's enslaving Carvalle students, it's the Levough scumbags!"

Another Levough pointed straight at him, "Yeah, because we're a lot stronger than you Weiners who couldn't hurt a fly."

"Because you're slow and too wimpy to be tough," says another one.

Nougat got out of his desk and Zombie wasn't able to hold him back from facing the Levoughs. "You know who else is wimpy, Tartarus? All of you who claim to be so tough but act like Igors when SaLu enters the room. And they didn't even kill as much people as you did!"

"At least some of us aren't pathetic enough to avoid being raped—!"

Gloves off, Zombie took Nougat's idle jacket from the table and slapped that Levough's neck with it, the fabric wrapping around him so Zombie can hold it together, and lightly choke him and hold him down. "You don't get to talk about our teacher and my boyfriend that way."

Everyone went on full alert, especially the Levoughs who are very much threatened by the rebellion. Usually, everyone was afraid of them. But now, when they attempted to attack Zombie, all previous class 3-C, the Wyners and the de Veras, whips out their perfectly assembled pistol and points it right at the Levough students' head, cocking each barrel simultaneously. They look united, strong, undeterred together, against the fearsome Levoughs and the shocked Fords.

"What the—ya'll are really blinded by this bitch?! He's a puppet of the school!"

"All of us are puppets, we're literally being trained to serve the Mafia!" A De Vera screamed out.

"So even if we are, we wouldn't want for any other teacher; other than that curly headed bitch... SaLu's bitch..." The Wyners spat.

Nougat raised an eyebrow, "And since he's SaLu's bitch, that means he's your Queen. So, respect that bitch or we will legally blow your brains out."

Everyone was quiet; immovable. Silent; tense.

Arms outstretched, with a pistol in each hand, Class 3-C stood more powerful than their new classmates who doesn't understand how much they value Miles. Just as he had valued them; they will fight for him. When Scorpio took a step back and some Levough students slowly sat back down to their seats, it was official: the hierarchy between dorms had been broken, nonexistent.

The other side lowers their guns down, too. What shocked both Fords and Levoughs is that even though they had learned so much from Miles, like building a gun, they never used them during the combat game. None of the Class 3-C plans to murder each other. And even if their lives are in danger being partnered with the other dorms; none of them still plan to murder them, too.

"Please realize..." Cya adds as Zombie legs go of the student he apprehended and the man scrambled away. "That even though you guys injured or almost killed us during the game, making you superior... we are still the winners because we chose not to become monsters. Anymore."

That went straight to the Fords' and Levoughs' egos, terminating them.

later on,

CLASS 4-A, LECTURE HALL 1

Miles came back to the classroom after watching over Kookie in the hospital; this time, Satan and Lucifer right in his tail. The diligent teacher also went to the Levough dorm to drag the devils out of their bed and into class, right in time for the rest of their combat training. However, the state of the classroom made Satan's eyebrows raise, and Lucifer's eyes wander in delight.

"Hello class, I'm ba—" Miles was speechless; because they didn't need SaLu's presence to render the classroom peaceful. "W-wow... all of you are... reading the books..."

A hand shot up. "Sir, do we take on Chapter 3, lesson 2 on Martial Arts in Southeast Asia?"

"Wh-what?" Miles blinks rapidly. "Ah... n-no, we're only covering up to Chapter 2!"

"Ah shit, I already practiced for Chapter 3."

"Bro, I kicked my homie around for nothing."

"So that's why Jerome didn't come to class?"

"No, his ass is sore. 'M talking about Xiyu."

"They're probably..."

"Haha, Xiyu in hell... ba'dum, tss..."

"Bro... why..."

A Ford student shouted out, "Ya'll shut up, I'm trying to memorize here!"

"Tch, bitch can't even memorize our blood oath now you're suddenly memorizing the periodic table of elements?!"

"BISMUTH TECHNITIUM HYDROGEN EINSTEINIUM."

For what seemed to be a blissful but surprising sight, Miles Taylor opened his mouth and released a sound enough to distract a whole lecture hall. Full, loud and wholeheartedly. It lasted for at least 10 seconds; long enough for Miles to have tears in his eyes and Satan's jaw to unintentionally loosen its hinges. Meanwhile, Lucifer had a faint smile going on, and that was the cause of Cya choking on his own saliva.

Mikes gasps, "Ohh dear... you guys... hahaha, I'm too old for this... Heidi, Zeus... please take a seat."

"Mr. Taylors, you need a break," says one of the Wyner students.

"Yeah, have a K—"

"Snickers," a de Vera deadpans to his Wyner seatmate.

"That's not really wha—"

"Snickers."

Miles shakes his head, keeping his proud eyes on class 4-A as they all, especially SaLu, kept their eyes on him. "That's enough for now. You guys make me so... happy, haha... wonder what you guys ate for breakfast today."

Class 3-C looks at each other, before the whole of 4-A avoids the teacher's eyes.

friday,

LECTURE HALL 1, JOHNSON BUILDING

"That's the bell. Everyone, please clean up and make sure your desks won't lose any parts of your projects!" Miles reminded them. "Make sure to do your homework about infiltrating high security compounds; d-don't forget to bring the blueprints of your buildings—Titan, please don't put gum on Sugar's hair!"

"But he's Sugar!"

"And you're a cumdump, ugly ass fucking—"

Miles' class packed up, some still nonchalantly slipping out of the door not bothering to clean up. But, it's okay. They're them. Miles sighs, noticing everyone leaving except Satan who has his Carvalle uniform covering his head; protecting him from the torturous light.

"Yo, party at the Ford dorm, who's coming?" They chatted.

"No pets allowed, so you ain't coming Astro, sorry..."

"If I'm a pet, then you're engaging in beasti—"

They all laugh upon their exit, Nougat being the last to do so.

"Uhm... Mr. Taylor?" He calls out, making Miles look at the blonde artwork that is Herzen Strauss.

The teacher with unstyled, growing curly hair, black rimmed glasses and an obvious hickie visible on certain angles says, "Yes, Nougat—oh, sorry..." Miles awkwardly laughs when the sniper model fell and now he has ammo scattered on the ground.

Zombie nudged him, confused on why he absent-mindedly called out to the teacher. Meanwhile, Nougat was lost in words because he simply cannot get over how much he missed this side of Miles.

"N-nothing. Do you need help?" Says Nougat, as Heidi watched from his seat motionless.

"No thank you," Miles hauled on his ruined stuff and forced them in a box. "I got it."

Zombie drags Nougat away until Miles can hear the blonde scream 'kidnapping!' In the hallways, followed by classmates yelling that he's not a kid. Finally, Heidi stood up from his seat once the classroom is empty. He is going to leave with Miles anyways, so he stayed behind. As for Lucifer; he woke up with a fever so Miles was unable to drag him out of the dorms.

That wasn't the only thing stuck on Miles' head, causing him to look depressed all throughout the class. Even though Heidi was sleeping all the way, he could still feel the negativity that came from Miles' long sighs.

"The fuck is wrong with you?" Heidi says, standing on the edge of the teacher's table as Miles zips up the bag of weapons he demonstrated earlier. As usual, that deep and sexy voice remains rude and uncaring.

"Just..." Miles sighs once again, taking his glasses off. "Worried about Jihun. You told me he could still hear something; now he's got a cold. And, I don't even feel like I'm making progress with you."

Heidi listens with a scowl, his left hand taking the black rimmed glasses on the table. He opens it, and when Miles turns to face him, the teacher was shocked when he suddenly pushes those glasses back to his face. "Keep them on. You look cute with that ugly thing."

Miles' cheeks Burns up and his neck became flustered. "D-does that have a sexual intent?"

"Yes, because you still look fuckable especially with glasses on," Heidi says before rolling his eyes. "Stupid bunny. Jihun's an adult. A fever won't kill him. Stop being sad, it's making me-" worried, "-annoyed."

Miles scoffs, an ironic smile appearing on his face as he fixes his hopelessly messy hair. He has stopped using gel; and now that his hair is free of chemicals, it's also now free to be a nuisance.

"You care... even for just a bit," Miles mumbles, looking down. Heidi really does know how to care; when Miles went inside their dorm, Heidi had a cloth pressed to his older brother's forehead. He also melted one of his chocolates and heated it up for Zeus.

They even had a small fight about going to class because Heidi doesn't want to leave his brother. Or in his words, "Even though Jihun annoys me, I prefer being annoyed by him than those fuckers in desks."

That made Miles smile, though sadly because he still has a lot of stuff going through his head. For one, they're Graduating soon...

Heidi suddenly takes Miles' hand with his only functioning one, making Miles look up shocked. "Uhm, Taewo—"

Heidi drags him out of the classroom, making Miles yelp all because this man has long legs and has longer, quicker strides that the teacher can't keep up with. "Taewon, what are you doing? Where are you taking me?! My stuff is left back there-"

"Shut up before I take you some place else to fuck you brainless," Heidi mutters.

"W-wait, so you aren't gonna...?" They ran down some steps, dragging Miles through a crowd of students who hollered at the scene of Heidi kidnapping a teacher.

"Holy shit, that's Satan with Hael-"

"Yeeeee, get it 'King!"

"Tail! Tail!"

B-behave, you little-! Miles blushes a deep red, spotting his own students snickering; thinking about a sinful conclusion. Whatever they're thinking about, it's making Miles insecure for the dirtiness of their mind. Meanwhile, Heidi finally has Miles alone on the 5th floor, pulling him inside an abandoned library.

5 - L, LIBRARY, JOHNSON BUILDING

When Heidi finally releases him, Miles grumbles as he tries fixing his disheveled state. "Heidi seriously, this is not—"

He fell speechless upon looking at the room. Heidi plugs in something, and Miles can't help but release a gasp at what seems to be Satan's lair. Abandoned, but very much used. Fairy lights are randomly strewn around the place; lighting up a library whose shelves are empty, because books are in the floor scattered and stacked messily. A fabric of what seemed to be curtains was tied up to form a canopy, covering a group of cushions as what seemed to be a reading place. The fairy lights meet at the top of the canopy; the books under it used and enjoyed by none other than Satan.

Miles looks down at a table beside him, spotting unframed specs. Reading glasses. He picks it up, noticing the glass altering the vision inside. "Taewon... you're nearsighted?"

Heidi closes the door behind him, not saying anything but somehow confirming that he's the one who uses these glasses. He's the one that uses this room...

With a lower than usual voice, his jagged words came out, "No one ever goes to this place. Ever." He stares at the awestruck Miles; those big eyes glazing over the place like a curious kid at a museum. "You're the first one to ever see this."

Miles was breathless, eyes still blinded by the aesthetics of a messy room. This was unexpected for someone like Heidi; but then again, it's not impossible. Even way before, Heidi has shown clear signs of his liking to books. From Sigmund Freud to B. F Skinner... even some fairy tales here and there...

"Taewon, this is amazing—" Heidi wraps his left arm around Miles and uses his hand to push that face to the left side of the room. There, Miles forgot how to breathe.

It's me. The other side of the room has spray paint littered around; about a hundred cans of all colors. That isn't the one making Miles cry. What looks like to be the sketch pad he bought for Heidi is torn by page and plastered across the wall randomly, filling out the foundation for Satan's masterpiece. A spray painted portrait of him; long, curly hair in place with a goofy, stupid smile and wrinkled eyes. This painting is the only thing that's clean and tidy in this room. Miles Taylor is looking at himself. A wall portrait of him being happy, stupid, awkward—everything that Heidi saw in him and forced him to paint chaotically.

"Taewon..." Miles' voice cracks as his eyes filled with tears, thinking about how Heidi destroyed and used up the sketch pad in a way no one expected.

"I..." I hope you like it. Since after all, it's done with his left hand. Heidi swallows his nerves but it stayed in his throat, "I can't draw... n-normally anymore... but I wanted... to use what you gave me."

"The sketch pad?" Miles whispers.

Heidi looks at Hael, who still has his eyes on the breathtaking portrait. "The will to wait."

Miles meets Taewon's eyes, his own being unable to contain a single tear from dropping down. He saw something different in Heidi's eyes at this moment; his dark, naturally void-colored irises were glistening this time, holding something sincere inside of them.

"It... must be a new level of hate for me to draw you like this." A mischievous smirk crawls up Heidi's face, though it is a struggle to deliver it.

But Miles ignores the so called hate and smiles at him instead, "I don't know what to say. Th-thank you? This is beautiful ... m-more than beautiful. When did you do... this?"

"When you left, I destroyed this place," Heidi pushes his hands into his pockets and stares back at the spray painting of Miles. "Other than going batshit crazy because of you disappearing... I was also depressed because I can no longer do the thing that calms me down... drawing..."

Miles now has tears declaring their freedom from his eyes as Heidi continues, "I got Carvalle to buy a shit ton of spray paint... I plan to light these cans up and blow the school but..."

Heidi's left hand reached up to hold Miles' face, as gentle as the wind in forests. "...all I could think about was you. What would you think of me, if ever you return? Would I lose you and Jihun if I did that? What if you return in a week, in a month? That's why..."

Heidi has flashbacks of him lying down in a pile of books; the shelves destroyed and toppled over by him. A whole 5 boxes of spray paint worth 2 months of his allowance sitting there waiting for him. Satan was drunk there, lying... drunk on his tears; numb and disabled. "... that's why I chose to wait for you. But one month turned to two, and two turned to three... all this time, I prepared this for your arrival... but you didn't."

Heidi is just a puppy; confused on why the human left, waiting for him hopefully, guarding the house in hopes that the human will be proud upon his return; only to wait for too long until he's swallowed by loneliness.

"But now, you're here..." Heidi says, "As yourself... and, I showed you this because... I want you to know... how spe... cial... you are... to Jihun, and I. I'm... sorry that I couldn't tell you anything much. I just didn't know how..."

Miles realizes that the true quiet and silent one of the brothers was Taewon, who never shared anything at all in contrast to Jihun who managed though he couldn't. All this time, my progress with Heidi was successfully hidden from me. "Taewon, you two are special to me, too... regardless of what you tell me. I'm not here to force you to confide in me. Thank you for showing me this. This has been the best thing anyone has ever done for me. I... love you, both."

As Miles held onto Heidi's hand that's caressing his face, the man leans in to whisper very intimate, though offensive words that nevertheless lifted Miles' spirits to new heights.

"I'm still not telling you shit, but I guess I can tell you that I love you, too..." Heidi teases before lifting Miles' jaw up for a genuine, nonsexual kiss that only involves their lips and a lot of passion.

One worry down; Heidi doesn't feel like Miles is a hindrance or annoyance; rather, their feelings are mutual, it's just that the other one's feelings are that of a hermit crab. And another worry down when Miles learns that Heidi has been here doing something healthy instead of being destructive or suppressing emotions.

"I appreciate you opening up to me, this time..." Miles wraps his arms around Taewon, as their kiss deepened to that of a playful, intimate gesture.

"Tch. I don't need your appreciation." Heidi blushes, internally proud of himself but we're not going to talk about that.

Diagnosis: Heidi is a candy. Do not chew when the plastic wrapper is still on. Best served melted. And Heidi completely melted; they made out under the canopy where Satan used to be depressed and alone, now having his precious Hael willingly offer kisses for comfort. They lay together, enjoying each other's company while being surrounded by the scent of old books and paint.

Heidi's one hand keeps tugging on Miles' four inch curls and he pulls away because of this. He whispers, "What's your issue? That hurts."

"Grow them out..." Heidi replies with hooded eyes, both only inches apart. "They're easier to grab that way."

Miles lightly laughs, running his finger down Heidi's slim face.

"You're too kinky."

"Too?" Heidi snakes his hand down Miles' neck while kissing and living those lips once. "I want to be most."

"Mmh... Mhf... Heidi, you're... assaulting me again...!" Miles complains when Heidi's hand ran up under his shirt and a knee slid up to his crotch.

"That's the point."

Miles' arousal is shameless. Heidi's kisses lowered down to his neck, making the teacher arch his back to silently request more. Heidi obliges, but unbuckles Miles' pants at the same time while distracting him with kisses.

"Heidi, I'm not prepared..." Miles mutters, but it did not ruin the mood.

"I just want to try something..." Heidi says from the bottom of this throat, making it extra hoarse. "I got a taste of it before... it makes me want to eat you up for tasting good..."

Heidi pulls Miles' pants down to his knees one side after another, revealing that shy arousal hiding from the sexy Satan.

"What are you-" Miles hisses when Heidi palms it, pushing his head between those upright thighs. Heidi reveals his own tongue piercing, the two silver balls making Miles gasp as their coldness ran up his shaft. "Oh by go-"

"That's rude," says Heidi before he eats up the head of Miles' cock. That appendage ran circles around it; the silver balls teasing and making him harder. Heidi has never sucked before, but he had the chocolates for practice.

"Ungh, Taewon...!" Miles slightly moans out when Heidi took all of him in and making sure his tongue does its work in the process.

It was bliss, being done like this; Heidi being merciless in making Miles' head go hazy. The teacher himself can't help but push his hips up to hit Heidi's throat, but surprisingly, the man didn't choke. It's those damn chocolate bunnies. After a long blissful moment of Heidi being a pornstar and Miles his helpless victim; the man stops just before Miles would cum. "Taewon, why'd you-"

Heidi straightens up while undoing his pants, looking down at his fuckbunny with sexy, sadistic hooded eyes enough to make pre-cum ooze out of Miles' cock. "B-but Taewon, I didn't prepare..."

Yet, Heidi pushes his thighs together, suggesting they do intercural sex. Miles gasps out when Heidi's much more superior dick pushes between Miles' smooth and soft inner thighs, rubbing against his previously stimulated cock. Miles whines, butterflies coating his belly as Heidi thrusts; somewhat rapidly and uncontrollably since this won't hurt Miles at all. It's still enough to make the receiver lose his breath as the friction proves lethal for his satisfaction.

Heidi pushes his legs to the side, thrusting into him in a sideways position so he can claim those open lips for his own. Miles' legs may be firm, but this part of him is just as soft as his heart. Heidi alternates between speeds, his left hand rubbing on Miles to put him over the edge even more.

"Fuck, Taewon!" Miles gasps out, his limbs clenching as he feels Heidi's rod rub against his thighs sinfully.

"Taew-...won... I can't hold it..."

Heidi smirks, pressing his thumb onto Miles' slit. "Then don't hold it."

"You sadistic ass—mfh!" Heidi pulls him to his back once again, his right arm making sure his legs are pressed firmly together as his left hand tortures Miles to no end.

"Please Heidi! I want to... I want to-please!" Heidi slows down his thrust to focus on Miles' ejaculation, his thumb now removing itself to allow him to blow his load. "Ah-!"

Miles lay there breathless, Heidi pulling out of his thighs to rub himself with the sight of the bunny drowning in pleasure. Finally, Satan took it upon himself to ejaculate all over Miles' thighs and unabused hole to mark his territory for the day. Miles can feel his creamed up ass, courtesy of Heidi spreading it all over him.

"Vanilla topping looks good on you," that sinful, earthly voice mocks him.

Scowling, Miles sat up and harshly pulls Heidi in by the nape threatening, "That's it. No sex until Jihun gets better, so you better help me take care of him."

"What the fuck?!"

later on,

J-T JUN 000, LEVOUGH DORM

Miles was about to be murdered by Carvalle's ultimate nerd because the teacher brought a lot of books to their dorm, for Zeus to practice English on. That isn't allowed; but somehow, Miles got away with smuggling the books out.

39°C... Zeus is so red and he could barely get the strength to sit up. He did enjoy reading about the history of his home country, though it's written in English, the pictures were nice to look at. Meanwhile, Miles was preparing ginseng porridge for him at their unused kitchen. Void of any stove because, Heidi. "Now, I know a little bit of sign language and Jihun told me that you told him to not drink the medicine; so he'll stay sick and I'll have to take care of him longer. Seriously, Taewon?"

Heidi snuck behind Miles and wraps an arm around his waist. "He agreed! Now I'm stuck here with blueballs..."

"Stop being children geez, you're adults. I come here daily so you didn't need to be sick. And I've bought paint thinner for your satanic symbols, I'd appreciate it if you'd use—" Heidi's had enough of his nagging and pushed Miles' head to the side for a deep, idle kiss.

Upon pulling away, Satan smirks. "Sure, Mom." He pulls away and escapes before Miles can slap him with the spoon. "Bitch bunny is too bold, we should make you italic."

Heidi sits on his bed opposite to Zeus, whose head is hanging on the edge too cold but also feeling hot inside. Miles walks over with the porridge and smiles sarcastically at Heidi. "Very funny, Taewon."

"Maahls..." Zeus moans out or whines as their Hael sat on his bed. Lucifer wraps his arms around his waist, snuggling against his thighs. "Kisht..."

"Jihun, no. You're sick. You can't kiss."

Because of that, Zeus glares at a smiling Heidi; who knew that if he's sick he couldn't kiss their Miles. This was revenge for their mini fight before where Zeus cleaned Heidi's side of the room without permission, causing Satan to lose three of his unused charcoal pencils. The psychiatrist forced Zeus to sit up, pecking his cheek so the scowling Lucifer gets cheered up. As Miles spoon fed a very lazy and weak Zeus, Heidi is sitting on the wall again.

"You know, people used to think we were twins..." Heidi said, surprising Miles with his very chatty mood today. "We had similar clothing and similar hair. We hold each other's hands all the time, too. We'd ignore people if they call us with only one name. It has to be Taewon, Jihun."

Miles smiles wholeheartedly, imagine the scene. "That's really sweet. You both are cute as kids." I dug up some pictures.

"So we aren't cute, now?"

"No," Miles looks at Heidi as he waits for the spoon to cool up for Zeus. "You guys are too hot to be cute."

"Calling killers hot, ew."

"We're talking about appearances, Heidi. You both are still terrible. I am too, I guess..." Miles mumbles as he feeds a listening Jihun. "Any reason why both of you act like twins?"

"I don't know." Heidi's deep voice rang out like a pleasant song on a vinyl. "Our parents told me that whenever they're away, Jihun would watch an infant me. We had a babysitter, but the bitch barely watches us so Jihun became my slave."

Miles fed a spoonful to Zeus, proud that Heidi is rambling for once. "Not to flex or anything, but once I was so hungry and 5 year old Jihun killed a snake to feed it to me."

Miles was shocked and this also startled Zeus. "He what—?!"

"It wasn't poisonous, and it was feeding on a rat," Heidi defended. "And our parents came in just as Jihun gave me the snake."

These two...

"I also had a fair share of fuck ups. When Jihun was bullied because he broke his knees as a National Youths Soccer player, I made sure to make the bullies feel what he felt. So yeah, we transferred after being expelled every time until we got to Carvalle Institutes in Korea."

That's where they started to become different from each other. Drifting away in styles and look; Heidi pursuing the gang life and Zeus keeping his academics.

"Bunny..." Heidi quietly says, a whisper that Miles almost didn't pick up.

"Yes, Taewon?"

"You're the best thing that's ever happened to us..." He mumbles, making Miles' heart flutter in delight. It's good to be appreciated like this, even if it's from morally questionable people.

But, the butterflies lost their flight with Heidi's next words, "... but what will happen when we graduate in less than a month?"

later on,

Miles stood under the shower; naked, washing off the shampoo that smells strongly of those devil brothers. Water runs down his stubborn curls and his Levough Mafia tattoo; halting over the acid carvings of red carnations. He stood there thinking or staring at a specific tile that Heidi marked with a 'J'.

"... what will happen when we graduate in a month?" It seems only yesterday that Heidi asked that question.

"You didn't answer my question yesterday." Speak of the devil and he shall come swinging the shower curtain open and starling at the naked Miles to the point of him slipping.

Okay, that was yesterday. I'm losing track of time. "What are you doing here, you'll get wet."

Heidi scans Miles, who doesn't bother covering up, from his wet ringlets of hair to his slightly shivering legs, before going back to his flustered face. That stare of his is deadly; those hooded eyes either threaten murder or suggest rough intimacy.

"You were talking so long," Heidi licks his lips offering a towel just as Miles turns off the shower. He snatches it off Satan's tattooed hands, drying himself off while the other male watches. "This is like what, two times you've used our shower?"

"Yeah, because you and your chocolate," Miles grumbles, remembering their intercourse that would lead them to hell because Mom said you'll go there if you play with food.

Heidi sighs as Miles steps out of the bathroom, cold and shivering. "Jihun said he's sorry for vomiting on you."

"It... it's okay, he can't help it. It's expected." Miles dresses up under the heated gaze of Carvalle's Satan. "Could you please not stare?"

"What, I just noticed that the snake is being stabbed by thorns," Heidi innocently shrugs, walking pass Miles but not before spanking the newly dried bum while Miles was putting on underwear. "And you gained weight."

"Heidi you—!" Too late, he is gone. Rude little pervert. Miles blushes. Rude... big... pervert.

Stop, be professional for once. Miles reminds himself, but then remembers that he was literally sent here because he was unprofessional. Speaking of professionals...

"Uhm... I have something to tell you boys..." Miles exits the bathroom with a hesitant look on his face, seeing Heidi messing with Zeus' stuffed toys and Lucifer threatening murder with his gaze for his younger brother.

He was still sick, now at 38 degrees Celsius, but that's .5 degrees away from the normal body temperature. It seems like the vomit from earlier excreted most of the bacteria in his body; Miles fed him a lot of vegetables and water other than the antibiotics. The two listened to him upon his announcement; two pairs of eyes anticipating his words. Jihun took this opportunity to snatch his pterodactyls away from Taewon.

"I got clearance from the Principal... to take you both outside so we can get Jihun checked up."

Both seemed to have lost a couple of brain cells trying to decipher those words. Jihun can read lips; and though he couldn't pick up all of the words, he still understood the word, 'outside' and 'checked up.' Do they not like that idea? Oh my God, what if they hurt the doctor?

"...outside?" Heidi's earthly voice rang out. "Jihun's fever is going away."

In panic, Miles starts to ramble. "I figured you may not like doctors coming inside... and, I want to get Jihun's hearing checked out. Since you told me that he can still hear a bit. Maybe, we can get a treatment for him... implants? Hearing aids? If he can hear the tiniest thing, then there's still hope—"

Zeus can no longer understand what he's saying. But Heidi can, and he doesn't seem to go for the plan.

"Rabbit. That's outside. You want us to go out of Carvalle? And not even on the camping grounds?"

Miles doesn't know why, but he's scared; from Heidi's disapproving glare to his scary voice. Still, he remains standing confident and positive. "We could grab a bite to eat or eat out... it'll be good for you."

"Good for us?" Heidi stands up, knocking out 1 HP of positivity from the psychiatrist. "We're students of Carvalle. You're asking criminals to go outside. Miles, even though nobody knows about how many people we've killed and want to kill, everyone still knows that once you're from this kind of Carvalle, you're already a monster."

Heidi adds, "What makes you think creating a controversy by making two psychopaths go outside is good for us?"

Miles doesn't know what to feel; but he knows it's negative. He doesn't like anyone looking down upon SaLu, or any of the Carvalle students. They may have done terrible things and that is inexcusable, but nobody has the right to dehumanize anyone because nobody is perfect and we've had our sins and faults.

Zeus, though unable to control the volume of his voice, does his very best to say, "Carvalle... isht.... homm. Scared, out..."

"Jihun..." Carvalle is their home. Heidi may not admit it, but they're scared to go out... since this school has always been a safe place for them.

"I... I understand," Miles says sadly, eyes casted down on the floor. Sadly, he says, "I just thought... maybe, I could spend time with you both... and treat you outside, before you leave the school for the Mafia."

Silence. Silent; yet not tense. It's like they're all trying to understand one another. Consider each other's feelings, and avoid conflict by staying silent as each one absorbs the situation. SaLu looks at each other, Zeus pursing his lips and narrowing his eyebrows in a way to communicate something to his brother.

And then, it was Heidi who broke the clear silence by walking towards Miles. Towering over him, the devil places a hand on his head gently. "Jihun is still pretty sick. He doesn't mind a doctor."

"What?" Miles looks up with a big, hopeful smile enough to make both stone hearts stubbornly bounce. "You mean, you'll go outside with me?"

Fortunately, the red tinted lava lamp prevented Miles from seeing Heidi's embarrassing fluster. "Y-yeah. Sure. Whatever. I want seafood, though."

I can spend time with them outside! Miles hugs Heidi's torso for a second, startling Satan and making him react like a confused cat. The scene made Zeus snort, a corner of his mouth pointed upwards for a smirk until Miles pulls away from Heidi and also engulfs him in a hug. If he were also a cat, he'd be purring in content, while Heidi remained traumatized at the sudden display of affection.

"I have to get to class—and you Heidi will come with me!"

"And leave stupid Jihun alone?"

"He's not stupid, in fact he's older than you. And he can cook. Unlike some people..."

And so, their daily morning fight about going to class ensues like normal.

saturday,

Carvalle provided them with a driver and a bodyguard to make sure SaLu won't be doing anything out of line. They sat in the front seat, while the three sat in the back of the SUV transport vehicle. SaLu also have bracelets to track them whenever they decide to escape; and it electrocutes them just in case. As much as Miles hates them being treated like animals, they are still indeed dangerous, and students of Carvalle. The psychiatrist sat between them in the car; Zeus on his left while Heidi is on his right.

Zeus is cuddling his torso and nuzzling his head onto Miles' shoulder, a medical mask covering his nose and mouth. Meanwhile, Heidi glares at the obvious couple, somewhat envious of Zeus' clingy nature hogging up Miles for himself. Cat.

It's the first time he ever felt possessive towards Miles when it comes to his brother. It's not to the point of wanting to break Zeus' arms, but it would seem as if Heidi also yearns for Miles' maternal-like care. Heidi looks at the passing trees outside, huffing and scowling.

"Taewon," Miles whispers, because Zeus is asleep. "Is something wrong?"

"How many hours till we arrive?" Heidi grumbles with his deep, ragged voice.

"It takes thirty minutes to get from Carvalle to the highway, and then another thirty minutes to get to city proper with this speed." Miles looks at a still angry Satan. "Why are you in such a bad mood?"

Heidi finally sighs, looking—or affectionately glaring at the teacher before reaching for his right hand and intertwining their fingers together. Heidi then rolls his eyes and look outside the window dismissively, avoiding Miles' smile.

"Aww, Taewo—ow!" Heidi's fingers suddenly tighten up, making Miles jump and therefore waking up Zeus. Satan smirks when his brother is disturbed.

Miles playfully glares at Heidi as the guard in the passenger's seat asks, "Is everything alright there, Sir?"

"Yeah. Everything's cool. Hey, could we get to that Japanese Restaurant before going to the hospital? Ji—Zeus and Heidi is hungry."

"That is not in the itinerary, Mr. Taylor."

"I'm paying for everything; and I'll pay if you just keep quiet and take us there. Two grand if something goes wrong."

The guard was silent, probably a silent confirmation. Miles was never one to spend his money on himself; in fact, 50% of his monthly salary, goes straight into fourteen orphanages around Europe and Asia. The rest goes into his savings; and as a teacher of a Mafia teaching about weapons and murder, he gets paid with every lesson he teaches. A feared Miles Taylor squeezes Heidi's hand as he rests his own head onto Zeus', closing his eyes and sleeping off the travel.

AISHI T. RISING SUN CUISINES, MANCHESTER

"Isn't this beautiful?" Miles happily drags the two giant Asians into the restaurant; both in their casual clothes (which means Heidi is very uncomfortable in a shirt) to not attract people's eyes. Still, coming in with an albino-like marshmallow and an angry tattooed gremlin, both with attractive heights, manage to catch the eyes of many customers and the staff.

The attendant spoke in Japanese greeting, "Hello, everyone. Welcome!"

"Hi, I have a reservation for Taylor?" Miles says, jumping on his toes as if he's not an adult himself.

"Yes sir, let me check... please sign here." Meanwhile, SaLu has never been so uncomfortable being surrounded with this many people. Satan has perfect hearing, and he hears some annoyances talking about them.

"Are they Japanese?"

"... they're so tall."

"They're handsome, though..."

"The one with black hair kinda scares me..."

"...but tattoos are hot!"

"O M G, Kpop stars?!"

"Just because they're Asian, doesn't mean they're Kpop, Sarah. Koreans aren't typically that tall, too."

"And so are midgets with your DNA."

Zeus suddenly nudges his brother, staring at the front desk, with a computer monitor and a bunch of bonsai plant decorations. In silent Korean he mouths, Cameras. SaLu looks at each other knowingly.

Shortly after, Miles takes the both of them by the hand as the attendant led them to their table. Heidi, the ever-so territorial, leans over and kisses Miles' neck upon seeing girls eyeing them.

"Heidi," Miles chuckles, shaking his head at his randomness.

Heidi ignores Miles as he watches some customers gasp in surprise at his gesture. Yeah bitches, we own him and we're already owned. Meanwhile, Zeus shakes his head at his brother showing off. The attendant led them upstairs, much to SaLu's confusion. There was a second floor, and this floor is completely empty with unoccupied seats; only a waitress cleaning up and a bartender attending.

"Here you are, Sir." The attendant led them to a circular table with three chairs, big enough to accommodate them but small enough to remain their closeness. The waitress presented them with a thin tablet, "Here's the electronic menu, and you may tap your order and the quantity. The chefs will be instantly notified, and your order will be tracked with his device."

"Thank you so much," Miles smiles at her, taking the tablet as she exits. "So... seafood, maybe sushi for Taewon.... some crepes for me. What about you, Jihun?"

Miles faces the tablet to them while they both stare at him in confusion.

"What?" The teacher innocently says. "I... reserved this whole floor for you... all the tables are paid off, so you don't have to worry about customers coming in. Do you... not like this place?"

SaLu looks at each other, before staring back at those worried eyes. Heidi says, "No... we're grate... ful... doing this for us, you amaze us, that's all..."

A blush crept into Miles' cheeks, seeing Heidi with a slight, genuine smile. It highlighted the smile lines which seem to be nonexistent until now; his high cheekbones being visible with each pull on his lip corners.

Zeus laid the right side of his head on the table and reached for the tablet with his left hand. As he browsed through the food, his other hand played with Miles' on the table. In the end, he picked a large Frappuccino with some egg dishes while Heidi picked breaded shrimp and Calamari.

Later on, they had fun eating, the three of them laughing wholeheartedly at their past encounters.

"I was asleep the first time you came... fucking noisy bunny..." Heidi sneers.

Miles laughs, "So that's why you sent me on a wild goose chase for the King card?"

"No..." Heidi scoffs, chewing on a crispy shrimp. "Zeus always has the card. If he let you have it, it means he likes you."

Heidi taps his head, as if shaming the psychiatrist for not putting two and two together. He thought it was just a coincidence. Miles looks at Zeus, who enjoyed sucking on the Frappuccino. "How does Zeus have the card? Every game?"

"The Levough dormies make sure to give him the card; if one of us is the King, the Levough dorm remains at the top of the hierarchy. Zeus has been the King for all the games before you came. I was hoping he'd kill you for trying to take the card..."

Despite the bad intention, Miles admires the unexpected teamwork of Carvalle's worst dorm. "That explains it... then, you started going into his dorm, right? Your reunion must've been so heartwarming."

Heidi didn't want to say it; but SaLu remembers what they talked about the first moments in three years they had each other.

"You shouldn't hurt him," Jihun said. "If not for him, we wouldn't be together."

Heidi would never reveal the fact that he cried in Zeus' shoulder that day. In fact; that never happened.

Miles lets out a soft smile, staring at the rough looking Taewon and the soft Jihun. "You two... share a bond closer than twins."

SaLu looks at each other; Taewon rolling his eyes while Jihun's hand reaches out for Miles. The teacher was startled, but it turns out he just has rice stuck on the corner of his lips. Zeus wipes it with his thumb, making Miles blush lightly. The silver haired man then proceeds to lick that thumb all while keeping his eyes on his lover.

Jihun you innocent shit, why turn me on? "U-uh, thank you Jihun..."

Heidi, silently jealous that Miles is flustered because of that, complaints about his food. "I'm in the mood for some rice, too. Hey. Let me taste sushi."

Miles laughs awkwardly. "We can order rice for you if you want... here—" Miles uses his chopsticks to pick up the roll, but Heidi printed to stand up from his chair and grab Miles by the curls, claiming that mouth and pushing his tongue inside to taste his sushi.

Heidi! Miles is so thankful that he reserved the whole floor; but it doesn't save him from being red from the neck up. When Heidi pulls away, he was frozen, while the other male smirks at his older brother.

Oh, it's on. Zeus, ever with a blank face, pushes lifts his foot and sensually rubs it against Miles' leg, eliciting goosebumps from him. The table is small enough for them to be within arm's reach. Covered by a white cloth, the act was concealed. "U-uhm... Heidi, please stop doing that."

"What?" Heidi asks, confused at the accusation; but the foot instead presses against Miles' crotch making him unable to keep a straight face.

"Mm-both of you, stop it."

Heidi looks at Zeus; the former having blank eyes but a competitive eyebrow raised up. You little shit.

Heidi being virtually closer to Miles, puts his hand under and grabs onto the teacher's knees, those long fingers trailing up to his inner thighs. All while SaLu stares at each other competitively.

Miles looks around in panic, "Seriously, you two. Just because we're alone, doesn't mean it's private—"

Zeus removes his foot and scoots closer to Miles, staring at his plate and making sad, puppy eyes. "Wh-what? You want some?"

Lucifer purses his lips for a confirmation, and Miles being the saint he is, takes a piece of sushi to hesitantly feed to him while being assaulted by Heidi. "Fine..."

Zeus unfortunately isn't a saint; and as he gets closer to eat the sushi on the sticks, he takes the opportunity to unbuckle Miles' belt, sneakily shedding the opening away from the bulge. "Jihun, what do you think you're—"

"Feed me too, bunny..." Heidi scoots his seat a little bit closer in order to spread Miles' legs underneath the table and grab what's in the middle; Satan's middle finger rest in under the clothes hole.

"Both of you, this is not the pla—"

Heidi leans into Miles' neck, just as Zeus takes out his shamelessly hard cock. "I said, feed me... Sir..."

"No..." Miles moans out when Zeus starts to pump him from under the table and Heidi stubbornly feasting on his neck. While Zeus has his hand on his cock, Heidi massages his balls and pulls his farther down the chair so his clothed hole can be teased.

Oh my god, someone stop them... Miles throws his head to the side so Heidi can tickle him more with sensual kisses; while Zeus claims his mouth with the same rhythm as his slow hands. Cameras... Miles gaps, pulling away.

"Shit guys, cameras!" He exclaimed, but Zeus pulls him back on the chair and SaLu both use their knees to keep Miles spread under the table. Zeus looks at his brother, signaling to their security bracelets.

Heidi temporarily stops creating hickies to squeeze Miles from under, smirking.

"Who was it that taught us to convert tasers into electromagnets that'll disrupt WiFi signals?" Satan points to the three cameras around the room. All were turned off, no glowing red dot indicating their power. "While we were in the car, we used my earrings to screw with the bracelets. We noticed the cameras all being wireless..."

Miles realizes that they are no longer wearing the Carvalle security bracelets. They both placed the altered bracelets onto the bonsai plants. It caused a disturbance within the places Wi-Fi hotspot connection, and because of the malfunction, they knocked off all the cameras.

"Oh my god, I'm so proud of you two psychopaths..." Miles throws his head back, offering a kiss for Zeus by pulling him by the nape. After the kiss, Lucifer bent down and covered himself with the tablecloth to immediately take Miles for himself.

Heidi scowls. "Sneaky little deaf—" Before he can curse his brother, Miles takes his shirt's collar and pulls him in for a passionate kiss.

"I love you both, okay?" Miles gasps at Jihun's tongue, working around his shaft like he's savoring a tasty candy. As his hands trail down Heidi's tight shirt he reassures, "... both of you..."

It was sinful, and illegal since they're in a public place, but SaLu made sure they expressed their gratitude by making Miles cum right then and there. And, despite protests, Heidi made sure to clean him up by swallowing his seed upon his turn. They spared Miles from the danger by not fucking him just yet. That's for another healthy competition between brothers.

After the shameless, dirty deed they resumed eating like nothing happened. A waiter checked up on them, just as the cameras were turned back on after the front desk was cleaned and the bonsai plants were removed. The trio from hell laughs at their naughty trip. And soon enough, Miles is telling them bits and pieces about his childhood. Calm, Oriental music was playing in the background as natural light invades the room; empty except the three guests enjoying their isolation.

"I once had a white cat and a Rottweiler. They don't get along at all; but when other animals attack my Kitty, the dogs jumps in and protect her because, well, nobody bullies her except him, I guess..." Miles chats as Heidi was busy stacking his Calamari into towers while Zeus stares, fascinated with his story, told through lip-reading.

"The cat was allowed on my bed, but my Rotty was too big so he wasn't allowed... I think that was their main conflict..." Miles bursts into laughter as he ate up his order.

Zeus taps the table to get his attention, and with curious eyes he signs, "Where are they, now?"

Heidi kicks his feet from under the table, widening his eyes as if saying, Dead, duh.

And indeed, Miles somewhat lost his appetite. "My cat went missing and I had to put my Rotty down..." He somehow forms up a smile to lighten up the mood, and it did. "They remind me of you two. But, I'll make sure to never neglect any of you. In fact,"

Miles adjusts himself to conjure up a cheerful demeanor because once again, he isn't sure about this news. "When you graduate..."

"If we graduate," Satan sneers, halting Miles in his tracks.

"If? Taewon, you're graduating in three weeks," Miles commanded more than stating.

"That means we leave Carvalle, right?" Heidi stubbornly pushes his plate away, the thought making him get hot with rage. "That means we leave you. You're staying in Carvalle to teach for the next school year, and the year after that—while we what? Slave around in the Mafia?! We're not graduating!"

Zeus jumps when Heidi slams his hand on the table, siding with no one at the moment.

"Your purpose is to serve the Levough, Taewon! That's what I've been training you for, and that is my job..." Miles replies sternly. "After graduation, you both will be assigned a role and a place to execute that role. That place may not be Carvalle, but I expect you to accept that instead of jail."

Both being much triggered, Heidi stood up in rage, about to attack Miles if not for Zeus also standing up and holding his brother back. "And you accept us leaving you?! So you can what, treat other criminals as a special psychiatrist and have them fuck you?!"

What...

Driven by his anger, Heidi spat out, "Remember, that you wouldn't have gone this far if you didn't let us fuck you. You wouldn't be in this position without us."

"You think I didn't know that?" Miles says, tears blocking his eyes from Heidi's hurtful words. "Of course I know that, that's why I'm spoiling you both with everything that I have! And you think that I didn't want you to leave?! What choice to we have; it's all in the Levough Mafia's hands!"

"This is what you always do." Heidi has to be held back by Zeus harder because of his urge to go across the table and assault the teacher. "You always let other people control your life! You disregard what you want for the sake of the world comfortably shitting bricks on you, with the excuse of having no choice! You're too submissive, but I wouldn't call it that, I'd call you a dumb sl—"

Zeus pulls him back, grabbing him by the shoulder and forcing out a loud, "NO!"

Heidi blinks rapidly, his angry eyes regaining control as SaLu looks back at the table, to see Miles' eyes pouring uncontrollable waterfalls down his face. Loud enough for Miles to hear, Zeus weakly drags out a, "Nnooo..." Taewon's just angry. Angry outburst. Please don't be sad.

Miles wipes his tears out as Heidi became limp in his brother's hold, standing guilty over what he has said. "Mile—"

"No, just... finish your food please. We're leaving for the hospital." Miles has his eyes on his unfinished place and that broken voice sent cold water down SaLu's backs.

You did it this time, Zeus glares at his brother, silently communicating once more.

Heidi didn't reply, and his pride got the best of him. It's like his scared inner guilt is being protected by a hesitant pride. He hates hurting Miles, and he hates how he still couldn't control himself. But would Heidi's love and infatuation for Hael allow him to have a healthy relationship?

Miles clears his throat, "I'll wash my hands in the restroom, please excuse me for a minute."

SaLu looks at each other before watching Miles run off, probably to release his emotions or to just wash his hands even though he only used chopsticks.

Zeus clears his throat, clearly speaking out, "Would it kill you to stop being an angry bitch for once?"

"I'll kill anyone that'll take us away from him."

"You can't destroy a Mafia, Taewon." Zeus glares at his younger brother, standing up to go after Miles. Yet three steps in;

"Jihun!" Heidi calls out, Zeus stopping in his tracks but not turning around to look at him. "Watch me."

I'm not watching you die a second time, Taewon. Zeus continues without a word, off to comfort Miles and fixing the damage his brother has done.