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The classroom was almost silent. Only with the soft ambiance of technology and the liquids within the various beakers able to be heard. It all contributed to the uneasy atmosphere within the room. The dark sisters were gone, out to do their assignments. But Minato was asked to stay behind.

Which surely didn’t mean anything good, given the recent scolding he had from his battle with Spanner.

Minato could feel every single centimeter of his body slowly morph into a state of tension. His heart pounding, he kneeled to Geryon once more. Bracing himself for what was to come.

He knew Geryon well due to their long history. Once long ago, they were very familiar with each other. They used to be an item, their relationship was torrid and intense. And as Geryon became more and more obsessed with the door of darkness, that only ended things as he attacked and altered the memories of the higher ups of the association.

When Minato saw him enter the academy for the first time within a decade, all the memories and encounters of their past all rushed back to him. Years and years flashed before his very eyes. Remembering how he felt his heart almost leap out of his throat as he first spoke to him. Making snide remarks about him, and how the academy hasn’t changed.

Was it because of fear, or something else? He didn’t know. The answer was could have likely been something within the middle, a feeling that blurred the lines.

Geryon was sitting in his usual spot, turning the cube of gold within his hand. Staring at it as if he was almost bored. But his gaze then moved to Minato, whose blood began to become cold as Geryon looked down into his eyes.

Yet paradoxically, Minato felt some bits of warmth all the same flare up within.

“Do you know why I called you here Minato?” Continuing to look down at him, crossing his leg.

Minato lowered his head, “I’m certain it’s due to my recent failure, which I promise I will make up for. I swear it—”

Looking back at his cube of gold, he interrupted him. “Minato, sweetheart, you already said your piece earlier before I sent Clotho out.” Geryon walked on over, tilting up Minato’s chin with his hand. “I already know you wish to make things up for me… do you perhaps have any other ideas?”

“No sir.”

That was a lie. He had a rough approximation.

“Rise.” Smirking as Minato stood up, “I was bored, and feeling a bit … nostalgic.” Slowly wrapping his arms around Minato’s neck as he spoke. His hand slowly grabbing his hair, leaning in even closer. “Don’t you remember? How we had such chemistry all those years ago?”

Minato was barely able to speak, his thoughts almost turned into static as heat rushed to his cheeks. Shivering and letting out a small sigh as Geryon slowly stroked his neck. Melding into his embrace.

“I… I do.” Minato still struggled to talk, using all of his strength to utter those words.

Geryon smirked before suddenly kissing him. Relishing the feeling of Minato becoming putty in his arms. Pushing him against the nearby wall, continuing to kiss as he let his tongue in. Minato grabbed his hair in return, continuing to melt against him.

His kiss was the same as it was back then. Wild as well as utterly, and regrettably— intoxicating. Minato couldn’t help but lose himself to Geryon, even if it meant he’d have to confront the mixed emotions about hooking up with Geryon as how he is now later.

But there was no time for him to worry about that, Geryon grabbed him out of his developing thoughts as he slid his hand down Minato’s pants. Letting out a moan as he felt his hand begin to palm at his growing bulge, arcing his hips into his touch.

It was a good thing nobody else was around.

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