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Hot for Teacher	By : Dynadin Category: Harry Potter > General > General Views: 801 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Zayne sighed, looking out the window of the small office he called his own off of the Divination class room. The clouds were fluffy and white and perfect for gazing. Arching his back in a stretch and sighing again, he turned from the window back to the overstuffed armchair at the desk and the stack of paper work on top of it. Maybe becoming a professor hadn't been his best idea in the world. It just seemed so easy when he saw how Kayleb did things. Of course, Kayleb was the king of calm and order. Running his fingers through his hair, he plopped down in the chair and tried to refocus on grading the homework he had assigned last week. Zayne buried his nose in his work and ignored everything else, his mind zoning on what needed to be done, blocking out thoughts of clouds or... sex? Where did that come from?

�Got it bad, Got it bad, Got it bad, I'm hot for teacher.�

Zayne smiled when he heard Michael's voice singing at the door and he looked up, surprised that he hadn't felt the other boy coming through the link. He must have been more focused than he thought. Leaning against the door, Michael stood there with a soft smile, the kind he saved especially for Zayne, the kind that always made Zayne's heart leap. He could feel Michael's love wrapping him up, and his worries left him for an instant. Then came the images. Michael had apparently taken well to Zayne's assignment as a professor. Thoughts of debauchery with the teacher in his own office crossed Zayne's mind and he blushed when he realized he wanted nothing more than to just throw the quill to the desk and do the things he could see running through Michael's head. Glancing up at the clock in the corner, he groaned when he saw that it was only five minutes till class started and he still hadn't finished grading papers. Sighing again, he ran his fingers through his hair again, looking back to his work. Leaping hearts would have to wait.

�I'm sorry, I can't right now. I'll be out there in a few minutes. I just need to finish this up so I actually have something to hand back to everyone. I'm like a week behind on this crap.� Zayne was so distracted with his tirade and furious scribbles that he didn't notice Michael walking into the office, slowly closing the door behind him and clicking the lock into place. In fact, he almost forgot Michael's presence completely until his chair was suddenly pulled away from the desk, disengaging him from his work. Looking up confused, he watched as Michael moved around the chair, putting his arms on either side of Zayne's body, the look in his eyes making it very obvious what he had in mind. Zayne felt the blush growing in his cheeks and he looked away, back to the stack of papers.

�Michael, I really need...� His protests were cut off by Michael's lips covering his own in a kiss that demanded his attention. Michael leaned in, pressing Zayne into the back of the chair as his hand moved down Zayne's arm to his hand, removing the quill and tossing it over his shoulder casually.

You really need to relax, Michael's voice came over the link, soothing and accompanied by his ideas on exactly how he planned to calm Zayne.

~*~

�Spread your legs for me,� Michael spoke quietly, his voice demanding, his eyes intense and focused on Zayne's all but naked form perched on the desk. Even though they weren't even touching, Zayne could feel Michael's hot gaze raking over his body like fingernails over his skin. If possible it was more intense than when Michael's hands were actually on his body. Blushing, Zayne tried to look away from Michael's scrutiny but found himself unable to. He watched as Michael's eyes travel over him, feeling the gaze on his skin wherever it touched. When the gaze finally came to rest at Zayne's hips, he found his legs opening of their own accord. He closed his eyes, blushing furiously and looking away as he spread himself before Michael's appraisal. Zayne could feel the approval through the link and he almost sobbed from the weird thrill of excitement, shame and pleasure that it brought. Squeezing his eyes tightly, he spread his legs wider, setting one leg up on the chair for support as he moved his hands further down and leaned back on them. The open shirt fell back from one shoulder, exposing more skin and Zayne felt Michael's gaze covering the place the shirt once did.

Zayne's other leg was slowly being lifted, and he opened wet eyes to look at Michael. What he saw there was a mix of feral lust, dominance, and a love so absolute that any fear Zayne may have felt was washed away. He knew he would do anything to make Michael happy, anything that was asked of him. He felt Michael's mind take that knowledge and a flash of the things he could do spread to Zayne's thoughts. Things Zayne in his logical mind would never even consider doing but right now, didn't seem at all out of the question. A small smile came to Michael's lips and he leaned in, a hand trailing up along Zayne's thigh to his hip, gripping it tightly before moving his fingertips over Zayne's rib cage and back to his stomach where they teased the skin softly.

�You've done enough for me,� came Michael's voice, low and breathy, almost as if he were trying to talk around a lump in his throat. �Now you get your reward.� Michael's lips descended onto Zayne's harshly, taking possession of them in a bruising kiss. Both hands were now caressing Zayne's body, moving lower to grip onto his hips and pull him forward to the edge of the desk. Michael moved the foot Zayne had propped up on the chair, instead lowering himself slowly onto the chair, his lips making a wet trail down Zayne's body. Zayne watched with hooded and clouded eyes as Michael's moist lips came closer to their prize.

Knock, knock. �Professor? Zayne, are you in there? Class was supposed to start five minutes ago. We're all waiting� Zayne vaguely heard a voice from the back of his mind, but the fog kept it at bay and no meaning reached his mind. But the sudden anger from Michael caught his attention. Confused, thinking maybe he had done something wrong, Zayne began to sit up. Michael's gaze locked with Zayne's, and he was frozen in place. Michael suddenly bared his teeth in a savage smirk.

The next second, the fog was pushed away just enough for him to become more aware of his surroundings. Another knock at the door, and Zayne jumped in his skin. Michael's smile relaxed and he continued his trip south. What was going on? How could he have let Michael talk him into this? Wait, he had been talked into it, right? The words spoken at the door suddenly came rushing back to him, along with who it was that spoke them. Eyes widening, Zayne moaned out loud when Michael's mouth finally reached it's goal.

If you don't want her to hear, you're gonna have to be real quiet... Michael's voice came to Zayne through the link since his mouth was preoccupied. Another gasp and another knock.

�Zayne, are you alright?� Michelle's voice came through the door. �I thought I heard something.�

Zayne gripped Michael's hair tightly, his only revenge for what was happening. Struggling to find his voice, he said, �Yeah, I-ahh-I'm just fine. Be out in aahhh sec...� He knew his voice sounded pathetically weak, but it was the best he could do with Michael's tongue swirling around, finding exactly the right places to lick.

�But Zayne, it sounded like you were in pain just now.� Michelle's voice had never grated on his nerves as much as it did at the moment, and he bit his lip, trying to keep from crying out when Michael practically swallowed him whole.

�I'm fine!� Zayne shouted back at the door, his voice cracking into a whimper. Trying again, he yelled, �I'll be out in a minute!� Michael chuckled and Zayne felt the fog roll back in; obviously Michael got his enjoyment out of the situation.

�Zayne, do you need any help with anything?� Another knock and Michelle's worried voice tried to make it through, but was quickly pushed aside when Michael gripped his hips and the anger returned.

�The professor is busy,� Came Michael's growl, no doubt heard clearly through the door and into the classroom. Zayne was lost again as the fog rolled in, blessedly covering the sound of students whispering and giggling quietly on the other side of the door.

~*~

Walking into the classroom a few minutes after Michael did, Zayne felt his blush growing deeper as he faced his students. Every one of them either had a shit-eating grin on their face, or in the case of Michelle, watery eyes and red cheeks. Zayne cleared his throat as he glanced over to Michael's seat, seeing him sitting there with his legs open, relaxed and wearing the afore mentioned grin. Coughing again, he tried to relax his blush, failing miserably as he tried to focus on what he was here to do.

�Sorry guys. Last minute grading.� Zayne waved the papers as if accentuating the truth of why he had been late to class. Glancing at the clock at the back of the room, he groaned inwardly when he realized he was twenty minutes late. A few chuckles and soft laughter accompanied his comment, and he gave up trying to control his blush. A short silence fell over the room, and Kayleb cleared his throat, the grin still in place.

�You know,� Kayleb said in his infuriatingly calm tone. �I could teach you a silencing spell. That way, the next time you're... grading papers, you can do so in silence.� At this the class broke down into laughter, and Zayne found himself cracking an embarrassed smile and looking back to Michael. He had that same look, the one he reserved especially for Zayne.
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