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Title: RP Omake 3
Claimer: Ours. :D; We're the ones going to hell.
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Major shota. Yes, that is a 12-year-old boy having sex with a 27-year-old. If that squicks you, don't read. X3;; There's probably a bit of language, too.
Donavan waited patiently with his back to the wall of a building and looked out across the street at the elementary school that Faustino attended. He was dressed in a pinstripe suit, and as he waited, he looked down at his feet, staring at his own reflection in his vinyl spats. This was a crazy idea, he told the reflection, but half of him wasn’t willing to listen to logic. It was the half that was so desperately crazy for Faustino that he was willing to go against all social rules and conventions when it came to their relationship, and it was that same half that had concocted his current scheme, which had brought him to the street corner on which he now waited.
He’d arrived early, even earlier than he usually came to watch Faustino walking to school, with the sole intention of catching Faustino’s teacher off guard and unaware. Donavan had seen the man before, had watched enviously as he greeted his sixth grade students, and had longed to have the sort of time with Faustino the teacher surely took for granted. Not for long, however.
Donavan had been ruminating on this plan for a long time now, speculating weather or not it would be appropriate to put it into action, but with things being the way they were, he’d decided go for it. The few extra hours with Faustino would be worth it—even if they weren’t alone, and even if it meant Donavan had to baby sit a couple of other bratty twelve-year-olds—Faustino was worth it all.
Time with Faustino was scarce and far-in-between, so anything, anything was better than what they normally got away with. Faustino’s mother was out of the country on a diplomatic mission to China, but unfortunately, there was a babysitter. A babysitter Donavan had to constantly dodge and avoid in order to keep them both out of trouble. The girl Faustino’s mother had hired was a college student, so thankfully, Donavan did have the opportunity to spend an hour or less with Faustino after school and before she arrived, but it was seldom enough. She was rarely, if ever, around on the weekends, and that was Donavan’s sole source of salvation. However, sometimes even the thought of the upcoming weekend wasn’t enough for Donavan. He longed for Faustino’s presence, and he craved the feel of his flesh all throughout the week. And so, it was on this Wednesday that he’d given up on waiting and societal opinion and decided to put his plan into motion.
Hearing footsteps approaching from around the corner, Donavan tensed and let a smirk crawl over his lips. This could be him—Faustino’s teacher. As the approaching man emerged from behind the corner, Donavan confirmed his identity and took a quick step forward, matching his pace to the man’s for only a split-second before reaching around and clasping a hand over the teacher’s mouth as he other grasped both of his wrists. The teacher protested meekly, but Donavan easily over powered him, and dragged him into a remote ally. Donavan held him firmly as he pulled a specially prepared, chloroform-soaked rag from a bag in his pocket and held it over the man’s nose and mouth. Donavan felt as his muscles loosened, and he soon collapsed, feinting into Donavan’s arms. Smirking, Donavan dragged the body so that it was sufficiently out of view and cast the rag aside triumphantly. Damn he was good; the teacher hadn’t even seen his face.
Donavan adjusted his suit to make sure he looked presentable, before swaggering the short distance to the school and walking inside. He located the front desk, and with a confident wink and grin to the young secretary, he explained that he’d been called in to substitute for Tanaka-san, who woke up feeling terrible ill that morning. The secretary smiled, and told him the room number, pointing down the hall to the left. Donavan bowed graciously, and walked casually down the hall as though it were something he did every day. It wouldn’t be long now until the students arrived; it wouldn’t be long until he got to see Faustino, at last.
Faustino glanced across the street for the fifth time that morning, only to disappointedly turn back to looking ahead towards the school. Donavan wasn't there, and hadn't been there the other four times, and wasn't going to be there. He pretended to be weirded out or embarrassed by it, but really, Faustino liked it when Donavan followed him to school. It made him feel wanted; he liked the feeling that Donavan was always watching him. He simply couldn't stand the idiocy of his other classmates, of any of the other students in the school, and the only vaguely educated people to talk to, the teachers, were always patronizing and rude to him. The thought of spending time with Donavan was what got him through each day, and the comforting sight of him before class always helped.
But today, Donavan was not here. Sometimes, it happened, he knew Donavan was busy, and he often he had a deal to follow up on, or a hit to carry out, but it was still disappointing when Donavan wasn't there, watching him. With a final sigh, he clutched the straps of his book bag on his shoulders and headed into the school building dejectedly. It was going to be a bad day, he could tell already.
He drearily pulled his shoes off and shoved them in his locker before pulling on his inside shoes and trudging off to class. As he got to the room, however, he noticed a murmur making its way through the crowd of classmates moving into the classroom. It was a few moments before it reached him; it was slowly permeating the group, and Faustino wasn't tall enough to see into the room from where he was. But soon, the girl in front of him turned to the boy behind him and whispered loudly, "Have you seen the sub we have today? I heard he looks like a Yakuza boss!"
Faustino wasn't vaguely interested until the words sunk in, and he did a double take. A substitute teacher who looked like a Yakuza boss? No, but... it couldn't be. Still, he let hope get the best of him, and he elbowed his way to the front of the group until he got into the classroom.
At first, he couldn't believe his eyes. To his surprise and utter delight, it was Donavan standing at the front of the classroom, chalk in hand as he wrote his name on the board for the class. Faustino stared at him, wide eyed, unsure of how even to react and unable to get control of himself.
As the class began to file in to take their seats, Donavan kept watch out of the corner of his eye as he began to write his name across the board for the students. When he finished, he turned around to face the class and at last located Faustino, who seemed to be in a state of shock. Grinning broadly, Donavan winked at him before returning his attention to the class. “Good morning everyone,” he said brightly, though his expression of smug satisfaction hardly matched his tone. “My name is D’Aubigne, and I will be substituting for Tanaka-sensei today. Unfortunately, he’s not feeling very well today,” Donavan’s eyes quickly panned back to Faustino and he smirked. “But, allow me to assure you that he’ll be back in no time. It’s nothing serious.” Just incase Faustino was worried about his teacher, Donavan wanted to let him know that it was only temporary, for now at least.
Donavan took roll, pretending to pay attention to the names of the boys and girls he called when they raised their hands, but really, he was only focused on one student. “Esparanza-kun?” Donavan glanced around the room quickly, acting the part of unknowing substitute teacher. When Faustino raised his hand and said “here,” Donavan allowed his eyes to linger an extra moment, as he admired Faustino’s school uniform, before he moved on to finish the list.
With that out of the way, Donavan smiled and walked over to the teacher’s desk, retrieving a math textbook. “Esparanza-kun, why don’t you tell me what page you left off on in your math book?”
Faustino opened the math book and flipped through the pages, feeling a little self-conscious. He couldn't fathom how or why Donavan was substituting his class, and his presence was making Faustino a little flustered. True, he longed desperately for more time with Donavan than his stupid babysitter and strict school schedule would allow, but he wanted to be perfect for Donavan, and he hadn't gotten any warning. Trying not to attract attention to himself, he smoothed his fuku shirt and straightened the tie before running his hands down to smooth out the creases in his mid-thigh-length uniform shorts and pull up his knee-high socks. He needed to make sure his appearance was well suited to Donavan's taste; he couldn't stand to disappoint.
Once he felt he looked adequate, Faustino found the correct page and relayed the information. "Page 369, the beginning of chapter 4," he replied with a smile.
Donavan grinned at him and opened to the page. “Ah, fractions.” He said with a little smirk as he began writing several equations up on the board. “We’ll begin with adding fractions.” Donavan announced, turning back to face the class after writing 3/4 + 2/3. “In order to do this correctly, a few things must be done in order to prepare the bottom-” he indicated the three, “for what’s to come.” Donavan rubbed his hands together and grinned slyly at Faustino. “Now, Esparanza-kun, what must be done to the bottom to begin with? I’m sure you’ve dealt with this sort of situation before.”
Faustino felt himself flushing at Donavan's words, knowing Donavan was choosing them intentionally. He bit his lip, collecting himself, before smiling and responding. "Before adding, the denominators must be made common," he replied, "by multiplying to make the smallest common factor. In this case, the 3/4 should be multiplied by 3 and the 2/3 by 4. That way, both fractions are over 12, sensei." He added the title with a slight whine to his voice, and blushed slightly, surprised at himself.
“Very good.” Donavan praised, his voice coming out a little lower than he’d intended. Correcting it, he continued instructing the class. “For the top, it’s rather simple. Add the nine from multiplying the two threes to the eight from multiplying the two and the four. This results in 17/12. Because the top is now larger than the bottom, the fraction must be reduced.” As he spoke, Donavan carefully wrote out all the steps he was taking on the board and glanced over his shoulder at the class only occasionally. Most of the time, he was turning to look at Faustino, who certainly already knew all of this. Donavan finished the equation and wrote a few more examples for the class before assigning them a small amount of homework for the evening.
Glancing up at the clock, Donavan decided it was probably about time to start the next subject. “Well class, I think we ought to move on to science next. Tell me, what have you been working on?” Hands flew into the air, and Donavan paused for a short time, pretending to deliberate. “Fa-Esparanza-kun,” he almost slipped, “What have you been doing for science?” Hands went down dejectedly and a few children in the class whispered, but Donavan didn’t care. He wanted to hear it from Faustino.
Faustino could hear his classmates whispering about him, but he didn't care. Still, the attention Donavan was giving him was a little embarrassing, and he blushed a little before he replied, "Circuits and electricity, sensei. Today we were scheduled to do an exploration with batteries and light bulbs." He knew he didn't need to prove to Donavan how smart he was, but he would never stop striving for the perfection that he knew would be pleasing to him.
“Alright, in that case, please take out your projects and get into your groups. I’ll walk around and give hints and advice.” Donavan smiled and moved to sit on the teacher’s desk as he watched the students rearrange themselves into their groups, and followed Faustino’s movements closely as he moved to the back of the room to retrieve his group’s project. He waited a few minutes as the everyone got their circuit boards set up and spread their supplies out before he edged forward, hovering over Faustino’s group’s table and watching them as they set about putting the apparatus together.
Standing over Faustino’s shoulder he murmured, “Sometimes it may be difficult to turn it on, but the results are always worth it in the end.” Donavan smirked and moved back slightly, picking up a plug and a socket as he turned to more or less address the class. “This end,” he held up the plug with the prongs, “is called the male end, and this,” he held the socket, “is the female.” He fit the two pieces together and smirked. “Though I must say,” He said, lowering his voice, “That it is a rather sexist term, and so restrictive, too.”
Faustino wasn't entirely sure whether it was a good or bad thing that he was being compared to an electrical socket, but it was really of little consequence especially at the moment. He was sure that, by now, it was extremely blatantly obvious that he was receiving the majority of Donavan's attention, and so he tried hard to act as if it was normal and he didn't notice that Donavan was paying attention solely to him. It wasn't at all that he didn't like Donavan's attention, but he didn't want any of the other kids to complain or anything.
Carefully, he connect his group's battery and light with wire, then flipped the switch. The light bulb glowed brightly, and he smiled proudly. Turning to Donavan, he pointed out his work with the comment, "Actually, sensei, I didn't have any trouble turning it on at all." He caught Donavan's eye for a second before quickly looking back to his project, going back to working to keep a low profile.
“Touché. Though you’ve always been good with your hands—I don’t know what else I expected.” Donavan smirked, shaking his head amusedly. He could tell that Faustino was a bit embarrassed by his attentions, so he turned away, deciding to make an effort to at least pretend to be interested in the other students’ work.
When the entire class had finished, Donavan returned to the front of the room and instructed them to put their projects away. When they’d all returned to their seats, he took up their kanji text and flipped it open arbitrarily. “I’m going to write a radical on the board, and I want you to take five minutes to think of one kanji that contains it and write down as many combinations as you can come up with.”
Faustino glanced up at the board and picked "shaku" at random, writing it at the top of his paper before beginning the assignment. It was easy enough, there were a few measurement-related words that he could think of, and he was confident that it would be more than anyone else in his class could do, anyway. He finished before the five minutes was up and waited for Donavan to give more instructions or to check the work.
When Donavan saw Faustino sit up, he naturally made his way over to his desk and leaned over his paper to examine his work. “Ah, shaku. An interesting choice.” Donavan smirked, scanning the combinations Faustino had already listed. “Well, what about this one?” Donavan asked smugly, taking out a pen and twirling it elegantly before writing two simple kanji with a flourish. “Shakuhachi. Do you know it? I shouldn’t think you need any practice, however.”
Faustino looked at the kanji for a second before blushing. He wasn't so naive that he didn't know what that meant; he'd heard his classmates before when they talked, even if their mindless chatter was below him. This time, though, he wasn't able to fight down the blush, even as he wrote the kanji again in his meticulous, careful, perfect handwriting and looked up at Donavan. "I may not need practice, but that doesn't mean that I shouldn't want to keep doing it, sensei."
Donavan was momentarily taken aback but he recovered momentarily and smirked at Faustino deviously. “Of that, I can assure you, I’m relieved. You have a real talent, and I’d hate for it to go to waste.”
Donavan moved on to check the other students’ work, and proceeded to collect the exercise before assigned a few new kanji for the students to work on. He gave them some time to do the homework assigned that day as they waited for the bell to release them to lunch. When it at last rang, the students got to their feet, and as they filed towards the door, Donavan called after Faustino, “Esparanza-kun. Please stay after class; I need to have a word with you.”
Faustino turned back to look at Donavan, then glanced at the rest of the class, filing out of the room and giving Donavan suspicious looks. He turned and made his way back over to the teacher's desk just as he heard the door close with a click. Facing Donavan, he smiled and leaned over the desk, resting his elbows on it and placing his face against his palms. "You wanted to speak with me, sensei?" He knew, even if he was embarrassed, he was just as pleased to see Donavan as Donavan was so see him, and he wanted to make it clear.
Donavan copied Faustino’s posture and leaned forward so that they were nose to nose. “Yes, as a matter of fact I do,” he said vaguely, leaning forward a bit more and pressing a bruising and painfully brief kiss to Faustino’s lips. Breaking it, he stood and moved to the door, locking with a smirk before moving to close the blinds. He returned to the desk and took his seat, intertwining his fingers casually. “I’m afraid that uniform on you prompts a stirring in my loins. I was hoping you’d take it off to make me feel better.” Donavan said mater-of-factly, as if it were a business proposition.
Faustino was in the process of wishing the kiss had been at least a little longer when Donavan's words sunk in. He blinked, surprised at his bluntness for a second. "I-if you want me to," he replied, and hand subconsciously moving to finger his collar as he tried to evaluate if Donavan was completely serious or was being silly, as he was sometimes. Donavan looked fairly sincere, however, despite the manner of his words, and so Faustino leaned back over the desk and smiled, cocking his head slightly in his hands. "I think I may need you to help me, though, sensei...I may not be able to do it myself..."
“Nothing could cause me more pleasure than helping you.” Donavan said silkily, shivering with anticipation of the very prospect. He’d missed Faustino desperately during the two days he’d had to endure since the weekend, and so the prospect of getting to be with him was exciting beyond measure. Apart from that, the appeal pf the already enticing situation was further amplified by the element of apprehension that always came from intimacy in a public place, and Donavan was looking forward to the thrill. Grabbing Faustino somewhat roughly by the arm, Donavan pulled him further over the table into a impatient kiss, which he held and deepened as his other hand began undoing the tie around Faustino’s neck.
Careful not to break the kiss, Faustino climbed onto the desk, crawling across it so that he could be as close to Donavan as possible without actually being in his lap. Sitting back down, he let his knees slide out to the sides and leaned forward, so that he was level with Donavan. He was thoroughly excited to have Donavan here with him; it was so much better than any other boring, ordinary day in which he would have no one to talk to or be with and would spend most of his time completely in solitude. He tried his hardest to express that, kissing back fervidly and leaning in closer, trying to help Donavan with the removal of his clothing as much as possible.
Donavan found now he had more access, and to gain a better angle, he got slowly to his feet, leaning down over Faustino slightly and lifting his shirt, dragging his nails teasingly over Faustino’s skin. He pulled back, breaking the kiss, and licked his lips as he slipped the shirt over Faustino’s head, before his let his own jacket slide from his shoulders. He tugged roughly as his tie, loosening it and undoing the first couple of buttons of his shirt, before moving back to Faustino’s lips, bearing down on him and pressing him flat against the surface of the desk, moaning into the impassioned kiss.
Faustino found himself mewling against Donavan's lips as he arched up slightly and wrapped his arms around Donavan's neck. It was a little strange to be doing this somewhere so public, not to mention his classroom, where he sat everyday with a dozen other 12-year-olds, but it barely mattered. All he wanted now was Donavan, no matter the circumstances, and he wanted him badly. More specifically, there were quite a few things that he wanted to do with Donavan currently, but he dutifully laid back and waited for further instructions of what Donavan wanted with him.
Donavan ran his hands over Faustino’s torso, tracing the contours of boyish chest and stomach, and relishing every sensation. He bit Faustino’s lip slightly, timing it so that his hand brushed against Faustino through his uniform shorts, and pulling away from his lips and groin abruptly, just to draw a reaction. He let his mouth travel down Faustino’s neck, pausing to caress his chest and nipples. Then, pulling back, Donavan became painfully aware of a certain problem and collapsed into the chair. After all of this, and two days spent longing for Faustino, he no longer had control and he ached desperately. “Faustino,” He grunted huskily, “I’m going to need your help.”
Faustino managed to peel himself from the desk, his whole body feeling like jelly. He looked at Donavan through semi-hazy eyes before registering what he was saying. He nodded obediently, licking his lips as he climbed slowly off the desk and dropped to his knees in front of Donavan's chair. With trembling fingers, he somehow managed to get Donavan's pants undone and pulled them away carefully. He swallowed, hesitating only to try and get a hold of himself enough to do this properly, then leaned forward, grasping Donavan's erection firmly at the base with both hands before taking as much of the length as he could into his mouth. It was always a challenge, as Donavan was so large and Faustino had a relatively small mouth, but he had learned from experience the right way to go about it, how to ignore his gag reflex and take Donavan all the way to the back of his throat.
Slowly, he slid Donavan out of his mouth almost all the way, running his tongue along the underside of his length, before moving back in quickly. He repeated the motion a few times before giving up and sucking shamelessly, enjoying himself. He moaned softly around Donavan, leaning a little bit farther.
At last. Donavan tilted his head back and clenched his teeth to keep from moaning his sheer pleasure too loudly. The noise escaped anyway as a low throaty moan, and he squirmed slightly, finding Faustino’s hair and winding his fingers through it with satisfaction. This was what he’d been craving for so long, and Faustino was just so good—he really didn’t need the practice, though Donavan knew he’d never live if Faustino gave up the practice.
As Faustino shifted techniques, Donavan realized he’d have to find a different way to keep himself under control, but he found out too late, and as Faustino began to suck, and then to moan, oh, it was almost too much. Donavan hissed, drawing in air between his clenched teeth, and then let out a breathy cry, curling his toes and arching his back, abandoning restraint, at least for a moment.
Donavan's cried were incredibly arousing to Faustino, and he couldn't help but moan again, louder, the back of his throat vibrating against Donavan's erection. He took another moment to enjoy the sensation before again pulling away partially; licking teasingly until only the head remained inside his mouth. He made circles around it with his tongue, murmuring slightly at the taste of precum that filled his mouth. Flicking lightly with his tongue, he made his movements light and insubstantial, knowing it would dive Donavan crazy before suddenly diving back in to take even more of Donavan than before deep into his mouth and sucking hard. He knew that this was the most effective method of pleasing Donavan, and hoped to draw a positive reaction.
Donavan moaned unreservedly, rocking his hips forward and pressing back against the chair. Every muscle was no longer under his control; he’d lost himself completely in ecstasy, and there was nothing he could do now except give in to the pleasure. He came, moaning Faustino’s name, and threw his head back against the chair, shutting his eyes while he caught his breath, relishing every bit of the situation.
When he felt his vision had returned, he opened his eyes slowly and smirked down at Faustino with an expression of the utmost satisfaction. Faustino had cum on his face, and Donavan managed to extract a handkerchief, extending his hand to offer it to him. When Faustino reached for it however, Donavan grabbed his arm and pulled him into a kiss, deepening it immediately and tasting his own cum on Faustino’s lips.
Faustino melted into the kiss, leaning forward to sit on Donavan's lap as he wrapped his arms around Donavan's neck once more. He knew he was going to have to wait until after school for much more, but he rocked his hips forward anyways, letting Donavan know that there was something he wanted, too. Moaning slightly, he broke the kiss but didn't pull away much, using his fingers to wipe the cum from his face and then licking them carefully. He pressed another brief kiss to Donavan's lips, but he knew that lunch was going to end soon, and so he pulled back after only a moment to rest his head against Donavan's shoulder, panting slightly. "Donavan...how...why are you here, anyway?" It seemed a silly question to ask now, but he was curious, anyhow, as to how this strangely useful arrangement occurred.
“Why?” Donavan repeated, bemused. “Because I couldn’t stand to wait any longer to see you.” Donavan smirked and started working his fingers through Faustino’s thoroughly mussed hair. They’d have to make sure they both looked innocent enough so that Donavan could pull off the stunt in the future, should he need to. “I miss you too much during the day, you know.” Donavan murmured, tilting Faustino’s head and kissing him briefly on the lips again. “I get desperate sometimes, and that’s when I think about these sorts of plans.” He smirked, pulling back. “Someday, I think I might have to kidnap you.”
Faustino smiled softly into Donavan's chest. "I'd like that," he agreed, looking up at Donavan. "As long as you brought me back eventually...I wouldn't want Mother to get too worried..." Slowly, he sat back a little, then leaned up to press another kiss to Donavan's lips. Reluctantly, he pulled away after a moment and smiled. "I miss you, too...I'm so glad that I got to be with you today."
“Yeah, me too.” Donavan nodded before adding with another smirk, “I don’t think I could have made it until the weekend, you know. You saved me.” Kissing Faustino again, Donavan ran his fingers over Faustino’s chest and stomach, stopping just above the waist of his shorts, taunting him slightly. He pulled away slowly and licked his lips mischievously. “Though I do realize I’m in a certain amount of debt now... Let me assure you that, after school, I’ll pay you back, with interest.”
Faustino squirmed under Donavan's touch and pouted slightly, but nodded. "That sounds like a fair deal," he replied with a smile. Placing a final kiss on Donavan's lips, he slid back off of his lap and retrieved his various articles of clothing from off the floor and began dressing. "Lunch is only a half-hour," he explained apologetically. "I had better get dressed or else people will start to be suspicious." He giggled slightly at the idea of the rest of the class seeing he and Donavan like this, and how shocked they'd be. Of course, they'd be jealous of him, but surprised nonetheless. "And that wouldn't be good," he added as a cutely afterthought, as if his previous statement needed justifying.
“No, it certainly wouldn’t.” Donavan patronized jokingly, standing to pull up his pants and rearrange his suit, straightening his tie and buttoning his jacket again. Suspicion, Donavan knew would probably be the least of their problems; if anyone saw the two of them in a partial sate of dress together, Donavan was certain it would mean a serious amount of trouble for the both of them. They took a lot of risks by being together, but Donavan liked life on the edge, and Faustino meant more to him than he could fathom, and he was willing to risk everything for what they had.
Title: RP Omake 3
Claimer: Ours. :D; We're the ones going to hell.
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Major shota. Yes, that is a 12-year-old boy having sex with a 27-year-old. If that squicks you, don't read. X3;; There's probably a bit of language, too.
Donavan waited patiently with his back to the wall of a building and looked out across the street at the elementary school that Faustino attended. He was dressed in a pinstripe suit, and as he waited, he looked down at his feet, staring at his own reflection in his vinyl spats. This was a crazy idea, he told the reflection, but half of him wasn’t willing to listen to logic. It was the half that was so desperately crazy for Faustino that he was willing to go against all social rules and conventions when it came to their relationship, and it was that same half that had concocted his current scheme, which had brought him to the street corner on which he now waited.
He’d arrived early, even earlier than he usually came to watch Faustino walking to school, with the sole intention of catching Faustino’s teacher off guard and unaware. Donavan had seen the man before, had watched enviously as he greeted his sixth grade students, and had longed to have the sort of time with Faustino the teacher surely took for granted. Not for long, however.
Donavan had been ruminating on this plan for a long time now, speculating weather or not it would be appropriate to put it into action, but with things being the way they were, he’d decided go for it. The few extra hours with Faustino would be worth it—even if they weren’t alone, and even if it meant Donavan had to baby sit a couple of other bratty twelve-year-olds—Faustino was worth it all.
Time with Faustino was scarce and far-in-between, so anything, anything was better than what they normally got away with. Faustino’s mother was out of the country on a diplomatic mission to China, but unfortunately, there was a babysitter. A babysitter Donavan had to constantly dodge and avoid in order to keep them both out of trouble. The girl Faustino’s mother had hired was a college student, so thankfully, Donavan did have the opportunity to spend an hour or less with Faustino after school and before she arrived, but it was seldom enough. She was rarely, if ever, around on the weekends, and that was Donavan’s sole source of salvation. However, sometimes even the thought of the upcoming weekend wasn’t enough for Donavan. He longed for Faustino’s presence, and he craved the feel of his flesh all throughout the week. And so, it was on this Wednesday that he’d given up on waiting and societal opinion and decided to put his plan into motion.
Hearing footsteps approaching from around the corner, Donavan tensed and let a smirk crawl over his lips. This could be him—Faustino’s teacher. As the approaching man emerged from behind the corner, Donavan confirmed his identity and took a quick step forward, matching his pace to the man’s for only a split-second before reaching around and clasping a hand over the teacher’s mouth as he other grasped both of his wrists. The teacher protested meekly, but Donavan easily over powered him, and dragged him into a remote ally. Donavan held him firmly as he pulled a specially prepared, chloroform-soaked rag from a bag in his pocket and held it over the man’s nose and mouth. Donavan felt as his muscles loosened, and he soon collapsed, feinting into Donavan’s arms. Smirking, Donavan dragged the body so that it was sufficiently out of view and cast the rag aside triumphantly. Damn he was good; the teacher hadn’t even seen his face.
Donavan adjusted his suit to make sure he looked presentable, before swaggering the short distance to the school and walking inside. He located the front desk, and with a confident wink and grin to the young secretary, he explained that he’d been called in to substitute for Tanaka-san, who woke up feeling terrible ill that morning. The secretary smiled, and told him the room number, pointing down the hall to the left. Donavan bowed graciously, and walked casually down the hall as though it were something he did every day. It wouldn’t be long now until the students arrived; it wouldn’t be long until he got to see Faustino, at last.
Faustino glanced across the street for the fifth time that morning, only to disappointedly turn back to looking ahead towards the school. Donavan wasn't there, and hadn't been there the other four times, and wasn't going to be there. He pretended to be weirded out or embarrassed by it, but really, Faustino liked it when Donavan followed him to school. It made him feel wanted; he liked the feeling that Donavan was always watching him. He simply couldn't stand the idiocy of his other classmates, of any of the other students in the school, and the only vaguely educated people to talk to, the teachers, were always patronizing and rude to him. The thought of spending time with Donavan was what got him through each day, and the comforting sight of him before class always helped.
But today, Donavan was not here. Sometimes, it happened, he knew Donavan was busy, and he often he had a deal to follow up on, or a hit to carry out, but it was still disappointing when Donavan wasn't there, watching him. With a final sigh, he clutched the straps of his book bag on his shoulders and headed into the school building dejectedly. It was going to be a bad day, he could tell already.
He drearily pulled his shoes off and shoved them in his locker before pulling on his inside shoes and trudging off to class. As he got to the room, however, he noticed a murmur making its way through the crowd of classmates moving into the classroom. It was a few moments before it reached him; it was slowly permeating the group, and Faustino wasn't tall enough to see into the room from where he was. But soon, the girl in front of him turned to the boy behind him and whispered loudly, "Have you seen the sub we have today? I heard he looks like a Yakuza boss!"
Faustino wasn't vaguely interested until the words sunk in, and he did a double take. A substitute teacher who looked like a Yakuza boss? No, but... it couldn't be. Still, he let hope get the best of him, and he elbowed his way to the front of the group until he got into the classroom.
At first, he couldn't believe his eyes. To his surprise and utter delight, it was Donavan standing at the front of the classroom, chalk in hand as he wrote his name on the board for the class. Faustino stared at him, wide eyed, unsure of how even to react and unable to get control of himself.
As the class began to file in to take their seats, Donavan kept watch out of the corner of his eye as he began to write his name across the board for the students. When he finished, he turned around to face the class and at last located Faustino, who seemed to be in a state of shock. Grinning broadly, Donavan winked at him before returning his attention to the class. “Good morning everyone,” he said brightly, though his expression of smug satisfaction hardly matched his tone. “My name is D’Aubigne, and I will be substituting for Tanaka-sensei today. Unfortunately, he’s not feeling very well today,” Donavan’s eyes quickly panned back to Faustino and he smirked. “But, allow me to assure you that he’ll be back in no time. It’s nothing serious.” Just incase Faustino was worried about his teacher, Donavan wanted to let him know that it was only temporary, for now at least.
Donavan took roll, pretending to pay attention to the names of the boys and girls he called when they raised their hands, but really, he was only focused on one student. “Esparanza-kun?” Donavan glanced around the room quickly, acting the part of unknowing substitute teacher. When Faustino raised his hand and said “here,” Donavan allowed his eyes to linger an extra moment, as he admired Faustino’s school uniform, before he moved on to finish the list.
With that out of the way, Donavan smiled and walked over to the teacher’s desk, retrieving a math textbook. “Esparanza-kun, why don’t you tell me what page you left off on in your math book?”
Faustino opened the math book and flipped through the pages, feeling a little self-conscious. He couldn't fathom how or why Donavan was substituting his class, and his presence was making Faustino a little flustered. True, he longed desperately for more time with Donavan than his stupid babysitter and strict school schedule would allow, but he wanted to be perfect for Donavan, and he hadn't gotten any warning. Trying not to attract attention to himself, he smoothed his fuku shirt and straightened the tie before running his hands down to smooth out the creases in his mid-thigh-length uniform shorts and pull up his knee-high socks. He needed to make sure his appearance was well suited to Donavan's taste; he couldn't stand to disappoint.
Once he felt he looked adequate, Faustino found the correct page and relayed the information. "Page 369, the beginning of chapter 4," he replied with a smile.
Donavan grinned at him and opened to the page. “Ah, fractions.” He said with a little smirk as he began writing several equations up on the board. “We’ll begin with adding fractions.” Donavan announced, turning back to face the class after writing 3/4 + 2/3. “In order to do this correctly, a few things must be done in order to prepare the bottom-” he indicated the three, “for what’s to come.” Donavan rubbed his hands together and grinned slyly at Faustino. “Now, Esparanza-kun, what must be done to the bottom to begin with? I’m sure you’ve dealt with this sort of situation before.”
Faustino felt himself flushing at Donavan's words, knowing Donavan was choosing them intentionally. He bit his lip, collecting himself, before smiling and responding. "Before adding, the denominators must be made common," he replied, "by multiplying to make the smallest common factor. In this case, the 3/4 should be multiplied by 3 and the 2/3 by 4. That way, both fractions are over 12, sensei." He added the title with a slight whine to his voice, and blushed slightly, surprised at himself.
“Very good.” Donavan praised, his voice coming out a little lower than he’d intended. Correcting it, he continued instructing the class. “For the top, it’s rather simple. Add the nine from multiplying the two threes to the eight from multiplying the two and the four. This results in 17/12. Because the top is now larger than the bottom, the fraction must be reduced.” As he spoke, Donavan carefully wrote out all the steps he was taking on the board and glanced over his shoulder at the class only occasionally. Most of the time, he was turning to look at Faustino, who certainly already knew all of this. Donavan finished the equation and wrote a few more examples for the class before assigning them a small amount of homework for the evening.
Glancing up at the clock, Donavan decided it was probably about time to start the next subject. “Well class, I think we ought to move on to science next. Tell me, what have you been working on?” Hands flew into the air, and Donavan paused for a short time, pretending to deliberate. “Fa-Esparanza-kun,” he almost slipped, “What have you been doing for science?” Hands went down dejectedly and a few children in the class whispered, but Donavan didn’t care. He wanted to hear it from Faustino.
Faustino could hear his classmates whispering about him, but he didn't care. Still, the attention Donavan was giving him was a little embarrassing, and he blushed a little before he replied, "Circuits and electricity, sensei. Today we were scheduled to do an exploration with batteries and light bulbs." He knew he didn't need to prove to Donavan how smart he was, but he would never stop striving for the perfection that he knew would be pleasing to him.
“Alright, in that case, please take out your projects and get into your groups. I’ll walk around and give hints and advice.” Donavan smiled and moved to sit on the teacher’s desk as he watched the students rearrange themselves into their groups, and followed Faustino’s movements closely as he moved to the back of the room to retrieve his group’s project. He waited a few minutes as the everyone got their circuit boards set up and spread their supplies out before he edged forward, hovering over Faustino’s group’s table and watching them as they set about putting the apparatus together.
Standing over Faustino’s shoulder he murmured, “Sometimes it may be difficult to turn it on, but the results are always worth it in the end.” Donavan smirked and moved back slightly, picking up a plug and a socket as he turned to more or less address the class. “This end,” he held up the plug with the prongs, “is called the male end, and this,” he held the socket, “is the female.” He fit the two pieces together and smirked. “Though I must say,” He said, lowering his voice, “That it is a rather sexist term, and so restrictive, too.”
Faustino wasn't entirely sure whether it was a good or bad thing that he was being compared to an electrical socket, but it was really of little consequence especially at the moment. He was sure that, by now, it was extremely blatantly obvious that he was receiving the majority of Donavan's attention, and so he tried hard to act as if it was normal and he didn't notice that Donavan was paying attention solely to him. It wasn't at all that he didn't like Donavan's attention, but he didn't want any of the other kids to complain or anything.
Carefully, he connect his group's battery and light with wire, then flipped the switch. The light bulb glowed brightly, and he smiled proudly. Turning to Donavan, he pointed out his work with the comment, "Actually, sensei, I didn't have any trouble turning it on at all." He caught Donavan's eye for a second before quickly looking back to his project, going back to working to keep a low profile.
“Touché. Though you’ve always been good with your hands—I don’t know what else I expected.” Donavan smirked, shaking his head amusedly. He could tell that Faustino was a bit embarrassed by his attentions, so he turned away, deciding to make an effort to at least pretend to be interested in the other students’ work.
When the entire class had finished, Donavan returned to the front of the room and instructed them to put their projects away. When they’d all returned to their seats, he took up their kanji text and flipped it open arbitrarily. “I’m going to write a radical on the board, and I want you to take five minutes to think of one kanji that contains it and write down as many combinations as you can come up with.”
Faustino glanced up at the board and picked "shaku" at random, writing it at the top of his paper before beginning the assignment. It was easy enough, there were a few measurement-related words that he could think of, and he was confident that it would be more than anyone else in his class could do, anyway. He finished before the five minutes was up and waited for Donavan to give more instructions or to check the work.
When Donavan saw Faustino sit up, he naturally made his way over to his desk and leaned over his paper to examine his work. “Ah, shaku. An interesting choice.” Donavan smirked, scanning the combinations Faustino had already listed. “Well, what about this one?” Donavan asked smugly, taking out a pen and twirling it elegantly before writing two simple kanji with a flourish. “Shakuhachi. Do you know it? I shouldn’t think you need any practice, however.”
Faustino looked at the kanji for a second before blushing. He wasn't so naive that he didn't know what that meant; he'd heard his classmates before when they talked, even if their mindless chatter was below him. This time, though, he wasn't able to fight down the blush, even as he wrote the kanji again in his meticulous, careful, perfect handwriting and looked up at Donavan. "I may not need practice, but that doesn't mean that I shouldn't want to keep doing it, sensei."
Donavan was momentarily taken aback but he recovered momentarily and smirked at Faustino deviously. “Of that, I can assure you, I’m relieved. You have a real talent, and I’d hate for it to go to waste.”
Donavan moved on to check the other students’ work, and proceeded to collect the exercise before assigned a few new kanji for the students to work on. He gave them some time to do the homework assigned that day as they waited for the bell to release them to lunch. When it at last rang, the students got to their feet, and as they filed towards the door, Donavan called after Faustino, “Esparanza-kun. Please stay after class; I need to have a word with you.”
Faustino turned back to look at Donavan, then glanced at the rest of the class, filing out of the room and giving Donavan suspicious looks. He turned and made his way back over to the teacher's desk just as he heard the door close with a click. Facing Donavan, he smiled and leaned over the desk, resting his elbows on it and placing his face against his palms. "You wanted to speak with me, sensei?" He knew, even if he was embarrassed, he was just as pleased to see Donavan as Donavan was so see him, and he wanted to make it clear.
Donavan copied Faustino’s posture and leaned forward so that they were nose to nose. “Yes, as a matter of fact I do,” he said vaguely, leaning forward a bit more and pressing a bruising and painfully brief kiss to Faustino’s lips. Breaking it, he stood and moved to the door, locking with a smirk before moving to close the blinds. He returned to the desk and took his seat, intertwining his fingers casually. “I’m afraid that uniform on you prompts a stirring in my loins. I was hoping you’d take it off to make me feel better.” Donavan said mater-of-factly, as if it were a business proposition.
Faustino was in the process of wishing the kiss had been at least a little longer when Donavan's words sunk in. He blinked, surprised at his bluntness for a second. "I-if you want me to," he replied, and hand subconsciously moving to finger his collar as he tried to evaluate if Donavan was completely serious or was being silly, as he was sometimes. Donavan looked fairly sincere, however, despite the manner of his words, and so Faustino leaned back over the desk and smiled, cocking his head slightly in his hands. "I think I may need you to help me, though, sensei...I may not be able to do it myself..."
“Nothing could cause me more pleasure than helping you.” Donavan said silkily, shivering with anticipation of the very prospect. He’d missed Faustino desperately during the two days he’d had to endure since the weekend, and so the prospect of getting to be with him was exciting beyond measure. Apart from that, the appeal pf the already enticing situation was further amplified by the element of apprehension that always came from intimacy in a public place, and Donavan was looking forward to the thrill. Grabbing Faustino somewhat roughly by the arm, Donavan pulled him further over the table into a impatient kiss, which he held and deepened as his other hand began undoing the tie around Faustino’s neck.
Careful not to break the kiss, Faustino climbed onto the desk, crawling across it so that he could be as close to Donavan as possible without actually being in his lap. Sitting back down, he let his knees slide out to the sides and leaned forward, so that he was level with Donavan. He was thoroughly excited to have Donavan here with him; it was so much better than any other boring, ordinary day in which he would have no one to talk to or be with and would spend most of his time completely in solitude. He tried his hardest to express that, kissing back fervidly and leaning in closer, trying to help Donavan with the removal of his clothing as much as possible.
Donavan found now he had more access, and to gain a better angle, he got slowly to his feet, leaning down over Faustino slightly and lifting his shirt, dragging his nails teasingly over Faustino’s skin. He pulled back, breaking the kiss, and licked his lips as he slipped the shirt over Faustino’s head, before his let his own jacket slide from his shoulders. He tugged roughly as his tie, loosening it and undoing the first couple of buttons of his shirt, before moving back to Faustino’s lips, bearing down on him and pressing him flat against the surface of the desk, moaning into the impassioned kiss.
Faustino found himself mewling against Donavan's lips as he arched up slightly and wrapped his arms around Donavan's neck. It was a little strange to be doing this somewhere so public, not to mention his classroom, where he sat everyday with a dozen other 12-year-olds, but it barely mattered. All he wanted now was Donavan, no matter the circumstances, and he wanted him badly. More specifically, there were quite a few things that he wanted to do with Donavan currently, but he dutifully laid back and waited for further instructions of what Donavan wanted with him.
Donavan ran his hands over Faustino’s torso, tracing the contours of boyish chest and stomach, and relishing every sensation. He bit Faustino’s lip slightly, timing it so that his hand brushed against Faustino through his uniform shorts, and pulling away from his lips and groin abruptly, just to draw a reaction. He let his mouth travel down Faustino’s neck, pausing to caress his chest and nipples. Then, pulling back, Donavan became painfully aware of a certain problem and collapsed into the chair. After all of this, and two days spent longing for Faustino, he no longer had control and he ached desperately. “Faustino,” He grunted huskily, “I’m going to need your help.”
Faustino managed to peel himself from the desk, his whole body feeling like jelly. He looked at Donavan through semi-hazy eyes before registering what he was saying. He nodded obediently, licking his lips as he climbed slowly off the desk and dropped to his knees in front of Donavan's chair. With trembling fingers, he somehow managed to get Donavan's pants undone and pulled them away carefully. He swallowed, hesitating only to try and get a hold of himself enough to do this properly, then leaned forward, grasping Donavan's erection firmly at the base with both hands before taking as much of the length as he could into his mouth. It was always a challenge, as Donavan was so large and Faustino had a relatively small mouth, but he had learned from experience the right way to go about it, how to ignore his gag reflex and take Donavan all the way to the back of his throat.
Slowly, he slid Donavan out of his mouth almost all the way, running his tongue along the underside of his length, before moving back in quickly. He repeated the motion a few times before giving up and sucking shamelessly, enjoying himself. He moaned softly around Donavan, leaning a little bit farther.
At last. Donavan tilted his head back and clenched his teeth to keep from moaning his sheer pleasure too loudly. The noise escaped anyway as a low throaty moan, and he squirmed slightly, finding Faustino’s hair and winding his fingers through it with satisfaction. This was what he’d been craving for so long, and Faustino was just so good—he really didn’t need the practice, though Donavan knew he’d never live if Faustino gave up the practice.
As Faustino shifted techniques, Donavan realized he’d have to find a different way to keep himself under control, but he found out too late, and as Faustino began to suck, and then to moan, oh, it was almost too much. Donavan hissed, drawing in air between his clenched teeth, and then let out a breathy cry, curling his toes and arching his back, abandoning restraint, at least for a moment.
Donavan's cried were incredibly arousing to Faustino, and he couldn't help but moan again, louder, the back of his throat vibrating against Donavan's erection. He took another moment to enjoy the sensation before again pulling away partially; licking teasingly until only the head remained inside his mouth. He made circles around it with his tongue, murmuring slightly at the taste of precum that filled his mouth. Flicking lightly with his tongue, he made his movements light and insubstantial, knowing it would dive Donavan crazy before suddenly diving back in to take even more of Donavan than before deep into his mouth and sucking hard. He knew that this was the most effective method of pleasing Donavan, and hoped to draw a positive reaction.
Donavan moaned unreservedly, rocking his hips forward and pressing back against the chair. Every muscle was no longer under his control; he’d lost himself completely in ecstasy, and there was nothing he could do now except give in to the pleasure. He came, moaning Faustino’s name, and threw his head back against the chair, shutting his eyes while he caught his breath, relishing every bit of the situation.
When he felt his vision had returned, he opened his eyes slowly and smirked down at Faustino with an expression of the utmost satisfaction. Faustino had cum on his face, and Donavan managed to extract a handkerchief, extending his hand to offer it to him. When Faustino reached for it however, Donavan grabbed his arm and pulled him into a kiss, deepening it immediately and tasting his own cum on Faustino’s lips.
Faustino melted into the kiss, leaning forward to sit on Donavan's lap as he wrapped his arms around Donavan's neck once more. He knew he was going to have to wait until after school for much more, but he rocked his hips forward anyways, letting Donavan know that there was something he wanted, too. Moaning slightly, he broke the kiss but didn't pull away much, using his fingers to wipe the cum from his face and then licking them carefully. He pressed another brief kiss to Donavan's lips, but he knew that lunch was going to end soon, and so he pulled back after only a moment to rest his head against Donavan's shoulder, panting slightly. "Donavan...how...why are you here, anyway?" It seemed a silly question to ask now, but he was curious, anyhow, as to how this strangely useful arrangement occurred.
“Why?” Donavan repeated, bemused. “Because I couldn’t stand to wait any longer to see you.” Donavan smirked and started working his fingers through Faustino’s thoroughly mussed hair. They’d have to make sure they both looked innocent enough so that Donavan could pull off the stunt in the future, should he need to. “I miss you too much during the day, you know.” Donavan murmured, tilting Faustino’s head and kissing him briefly on the lips again. “I get desperate sometimes, and that’s when I think about these sorts of plans.” He smirked, pulling back. “Someday, I think I might have to kidnap you.”
Faustino smiled softly into Donavan's chest. "I'd like that," he agreed, looking up at Donavan. "As long as you brought me back eventually...I wouldn't want Mother to get too worried..." Slowly, he sat back a little, then leaned up to press another kiss to Donavan's lips. Reluctantly, he pulled away after a moment and smiled. "I miss you, too...I'm so glad that I got to be with you today."
“Yeah, me too.” Donavan nodded before adding with another smirk, “I don’t think I could have made it until the weekend, you know. You saved me.” Kissing Faustino again, Donavan ran his fingers over Faustino’s chest and stomach, stopping just above the waist of his shorts, taunting him slightly. He pulled away slowly and licked his lips mischievously. “Though I do realize I’m in a certain amount of debt now... Let me assure you that, after school, I’ll pay you back, with interest.”
Faustino squirmed under Donavan's touch and pouted slightly, but nodded. "That sounds like a fair deal," he replied with a smile. Placing a final kiss on Donavan's lips, he slid back off of his lap and retrieved his various articles of clothing from off the floor and began dressing. "Lunch is only a half-hour," he explained apologetically. "I had better get dressed or else people will start to be suspicious." He giggled slightly at the idea of the rest of the class seeing he and Donavan like this, and how shocked they'd be. Of course, they'd be jealous of him, but surprised nonetheless. "And that wouldn't be good," he added as a cutely afterthought, as if his previous statement needed justifying.
“No, it certainly wouldn’t.” Donavan patronized jokingly, standing to pull up his pants and rearrange his suit, straightening his tie and buttoning his jacket again. Suspicion, Donavan knew would probably be the least of their problems; if anyone saw the two of them in a partial sate of dress together, Donavan was certain it would mean a serious amount of trouble for the both of them. They took a lot of risks by being together, but Donavan liked life on the edge, and Faustino meant more to him than he could fathom, and he was willing to risk everything for what they had.
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Date: 2007-05-27 11:39 pm (UTC)But I think it's actually the third omake. :D;;