It's an addiction to the way you feel
And I can't stop myself from touching you
Don't stop touching me too
Don't stop, don't stop, don't stop, don't stop!
The Frail – Addicted
As he sat dazedly in class, Rai let another soft sigh escape his lips. While the teacher prattled on about meaningless theories and formulas, and while the students were buried in their notebooks, Rai was otherwise occupied. Half-lidded ruby eyes looked on without focus as thoughts involuntarily drifted into forbidden territory.
Two bodies were pulled flush against one another; two mouths meshed together, effortlessly hot. A calloused hand strayed down his pale, flat stomach, eliciting a moan of anticipation. As the kiss ended, a rough tongue began to explore his neck; sharp teeth nibbled on his collar bones; smooth lips lavished attention on his chest.
"Mmm..."
Stormy gray eyes darkened with desire as the wayward hand wandered dangerously low, low enough to take hold of –
"Rai?" The youthful voice called, "Hello, you in there?"
Brought out of his hazily pleasurable fantasy, he shivered. Rai noticed energetic Shinwoo and little Ikhan hovering over his desk, and nodded in acknowledgement.
"It's lunch time!" The redhead exclaimed enthusiastically.
Gracefully, the Noblesse stood. For now, as he walked with the children, only the mouth-watering promise of ramyun occupied his mind.
Nothing else. Not a thing. That's right. Food.
To stop thinking those dirty-but-oh-so-good thoughts about a certain someone, all he needed was food. Ramyun was the necessity, not those strong arms or that naked chest or those powerful legs or that mischievous smirk or those smouldering eyes or that big, hard –
"Rai~" He barely heard Yuna call him, "Your ramyun's getting cold."
Embarrassed by his lack of self-control, Rai gave an uncomfortable little cough and began to eat.
It had been weeks (twenty-two days, to be exact) since that…incident, and yet it felt like months. For an immortal such as himself, time had never passed so slowly. He still remembered the feel of that man, his body still remembered. Even as he relieved himself at night – the humiliation! – Rai found himself conjuring images of that afternoon, against the cool tiles of the bathroom wall, when he did things that were so uncharacteristic of him. It felt like he'd been wanting that man forever, and he didn't even know it.
"M-21..." Quietly, the name slipped out, barely above a whisper.
For the nth time that day, he sighed, losing himself in thoughts of that despicable (but so-very-desirable) man…
"Rai!" Shinwoo's voice called.
"Lunch is almost over, Rai," Ikhan added, "You barely ate anything."
"It's not the first time, either..." Suyi added.
"Are you aright?" Yuna asked, looking at him with concern.
Stiffly, he nodded and stood up to leave with the rest of the group, silently lamenting the wasted ramyun.
Clearly, something needed to be done about this…ridiculously strong (though not entirely unwarranted) physical attraction. He was allowing M-21 to become too severe a problem. Yes – there had to be a solution.
He would go ask Frankenstein right now. Perhaps one of his many potions would cure this temporary ailment…
"I shall go to the principal's office." He stated serenely before parting ways with the children.
"I sure hope he doesn't get lost. The way he spaces out these days…" Ikhan sighed.
"Do you think he's in love?"
"Shinwoo! That's nonsense!" Suyi protested, while Yuna simply laughed good-naturedly.
In heat was the more accurate term, Rai thought wryly as he heard their conversation drift further down the hall.
"Ah, Master." Frankenstein greeted him with the usual smile, "How may I help you?"
"Frankenstein."
"Yes?"
"I am at a loss."
There was an immediate disturbance in the servant's mannerism.
"What is it, Master? Something not to your liking?"
The question was met with silence. A curious feeling overtook Rai the moment he opened his mouth. A feeling he rarely felt – although one that became increasingly familiar over the past twenty-two days. Embarrassment. He was embarrassed.
"Nevermind," He turned to leave, embarrassed by his embarrassment.
"Master," Frankenstein halted him with a mysterious amusement in his voice, "I came across an interesting saying as I was reading the other day."
Rai waited to hear it despite himself.
"'The only way to get rid of a temptation is to yield to it (1).' Fascinating, don't you think?" The servant chuckled.
"Frankenstein."
"Yes, master?"
"I'm going home."
"Yes, master," That knowing smile again, "I'll tell the children not to worry."
M-21 groaned. To recover from the injuries he'd sustained a few days before, he was now essentially being placed under house arrest.
During the day, Frankenstein's immaculate house was empty; there was no one to talk to or bicker with. The ghastly wound on his lower back was healing with i