Treize Khushrenada placed his chin on his fist, shaking his head slightly and gazing at the two boys before him with a muted amusement which he did not even attempt to hide.
"Whatever am I going to do with the two of you?" he queried, voice rich with good humoured affection, sapphire eyes gleaming. "Being caught with your pants down in the dining hall after lights-out by Marquis-sensei is one thing, and he dealt with that in his own... unique manner. But a full-blown tryst in the middle of the girl's locker room just before the basketball team's evening practice is another entirely! Why, some of those poor girls may never fully recover from the shock!"
Heero Yuy had the good graces to look slightly embarrassed at this -- only very slightly -- but Duo Maxwell just gave Treize an impish grin. "Noin-sensei and Dorothy-chan were the only ones who got a really good eyeful, Khushrenada-kouchou!" he defended, practically bouncing where he stood beside the silent, stolid Heero. Both boys were sweaty and disheveled, having been dragged directly to Treize's office by a VERY irate Noin. Duo's grin widened. "And all Dotty-chan said was, 'Whoo! Go, Heero!' and, after all, it wasn't anything Noin-sensei hasn't seen before!" His face shone with an innocence that was entirely misplaced as he cocked his head, braid swinging. "Ne?"
Treize cleared his throat hastily. "Yes, well... The question remains; what were the two of you doing in the girls' locker room, locked in a passionate embrace or no?"
Duo's smile turned down in a dark scowl. "Cleaning duty. Noin-sensei said I mouthed off during homeroom." He looked indignant, folding his arms and pouting. Beside him, Heero rolled his eyes.
"I... see... " Treize hid an irrepressible smile behind his hand. "And Yuy-kun was there because... "
"Why, because I was, of course!" Duo crowed, glomping onto Heero's neck. The Japanese student gave Duo the Glare of Death but did not argue his words.
"Mr. Maxwell, a little decorum in my office, if you please," Treize inserted forcefully.
Duo sniffled and released his stone-faced lover, folding his hands demurely before him. "Gomen... "
Treize raised a brow, sitting back in his huge leather chair and steepling his fingers before his chin, eyes heavy-lidded. "Sou. Now I know the particulars. One question remains; what punishment is meet?"
"Um... no punishment?" Duo asked hopefully, then yelped as Heero trod on his foot heavily. "Itai!"
Treize smiled at that. "I would not wish word to get about the school that I was growing lax in disciplinary actions, Mr. Maxwell. And, truly, you ought not to have been caught."
Heero grimaced and Duo lowered his head, twisting his braid between his fingers. "Hai, Khushrenada-kouchou... " He lifted his head, expression disgruntled. "Well, I didn't know they had an evening practice!"
Treize sighed. "I think in this case, as it was Noin-sensei who was the... *herm*... victim in this, that it would be not misplaced of me to leave your punishment in her hands."
"WAH!" Duo protested, eyes widening. "No FAIR!!"
"Fair or not, it is decided."
"But... but... "
Treize cocked a brow again. "Be grateful it was not Une-sensei that happened across you, Mr. Maxwell."
Duo gulped, and even Heero paled slightly.
"Hai!" Duo shivered. That woman was scary! Besides, Noin-san lacked imagination -- she'd probably just get Zechs-san to paddle them both, and that certainly wasn't anything new! It hurt like blazes, but it wasn't anything permanently damaging or traumatizing, as he was fairly certain any punishment Une-sensei could come up with would be. He was just glad she mostly seemed to prefer the girls...
"I suppose I ought to lecture you here about how wicked and terrible your actions were," Treize continued smoothly. "But I will let you go with a simple word -- next time, don't get caught!"
"Hai!" Duo and Heero chorused agreeably, both highly grateful to be getting off so lightly.
"Arigatou gozaimasu!" Duo added, the words heartfelt.
Treize simply nodded. "Now go and inform Noin-sensei that she is to enact your punishment."
Duo sighed heavily as he and Heero turned to go. It probably wouldn't be too bad. The worst part was already past -- Noin-sensei hadn't let he and Heero finish up before she hustled them here! Jeeze!! He was still itching, but would doubtless have to wait *hours* before he and Heero could...
Duo paused as the heavy door closed behind them, a new consideration striking him, chilling him through. Heero glanced back, then stopped, glaring at the American. "Doshita no?"
Duo licked his lips. "Anou... Heero... what if... What if Khushrenada-kouchou tells our folks what happened?"
Heero shrugged. "Dr. J won't care as long as I don't get expelled over it. 'Fact, he probably wouldn't care if I got expelled, so long as I don't blow the place up."
Duo chewed on his lower lip, face knit in a deep frown, barely registering Heero's words. "But *my* parents would care! It'd about kill Mom, and Dad'd probably disown me or sumthin'... "
Heero glanced at the secretary's desk, which was empty at the moment, and stepped forward to give Duo a hard kiss. "So go and talk to Khushrenada-kouchou about it."
"Heero... " Duo raised thickly-lashed violet eyes, expression uncertain.
"Do what you have to," Heero said softly, hand gentle on Duo's cheek.
"Hai!" Duo's cheeky grin returned and he leaned forward to give Heero a hearty smack on the lips. "Don't get your punishment started without me, koi!"
Heero snorted. "Why not? I've a feeling you're going to get yours finished without me!"
"WAH! Koi!" Duo blushed madly, but didn't bother to refute Heero's statement.
As Heero strode off -- headed presumably for a "meeting" with Zechs-sensei, after a brief stop-off to get the word from Noin-sensei first -- Duo turned and hesitantly cracked the door open, tilting his head to peer inside, braid swinging against the lintel.
Treize-kouchou was leafing through some papers, face intent. He was not on the phone, which was a good thing. But maybe he was looking for the numbers! Duo gulped and chewed on his lower lip some more.
"Mr. Maxwell, please move in or out; you're creating a draft," Treize said softly, never looking up from his work.
Duo started, then grimaced and slipped inside, closing the door behind him, flicking his braid out of the way with practiced ease. He paused inside the doorway, irresolute, knowing what he wan-- uh, that was, needed to do, but uncertain of quite how to go about it. It was usually a simple enough matter getting into a classmate's pants, and even the school counselor, Kujaku-sensei had been suspiciously easy to convince into holding a rather pleasant "session" or two... But Khushrenada-kouchou was a challenge Duo had never even consid-- Well, okay, he'd considered it a time or two. Especially on those few occasions where Khushrenada-kouchou loosened up enough to wear a pair of tight, faded jeans and a nice sweater or dress shirt to the office, rather than the neat suit he was clad in at the moment.
Not that he didn't look good in the suit too...
"Is there something you wish from me, Mr. Maxwell?"
Duo's violet eyes widened as that tawny head raised and brilliant blue eyes just a shade lighter and several shades warmer than Heero's fixed upon his suddenly flushed face.
"Anou... E-etou... " Duo stuttered, cheeks blazing with heat. He was embarrassed by his own reaction -- honestly, you'd think he was back to being a green virgin or something! But Khushrenada-kouchou was so... big. And strong. And almost aggressively masculine. And, actually, Duo made note to himself, very attractive, in a regal, aristocratic manner. His flush soared to new heights and he could swear he was getting light-headed.
Golden-brown brows creased together in a slight frown. "Mr. Maxwell, are you all right?" Treize asked, sounding as though he was torn between mild concern and mild annoyance. He gazed at Duo curiously, obviously wondering why one of his most bubbly, cheerful, occasionally obnoxious students was suddenly furiously flushed, stammering, and squirming just inside his door.
Duo sucked his lower lip into his mouth and nodded vigorously, braid thumping against his rear. "Mm-mm!"
A forked brow lifted. "Then, what, may I ask, is the cause of this strange behaviour?"
"What strange behaviour?" Duo blinked guileless eyes, thick lashes fluttering, as his blush began to cool. Oh well! Dive right in -- that was the way he tended to work, and that was obviously the only he was going to get anywhere this evening! Besides, any other way would require too much effort.
The other brow raised as Duo bounced across the office and leaned over the front of Treize's desk, peering curiously at the papers. He had time to note with relief that there didn't seem to be any phone numbers anywhere within the small text, before Treize slid the pages into a drawer and sat back, elbow on one armrest, placing his chin on a fist, expression fascinated.
"Are you ever going to come to a point, or will I have to call Fujisawa-san in to sweep you out of my office?" Treize wondered in a slow drawl, lids heavy over eyes that gleamed with what was most probably amusement.
"Maa!" Duo laughed as he flounced around the desk. "You don't wanna do that, do you?" He rubbed the tip of his braid across his nose, smiling at Treize in a manner just short of blatantly flirtatious.
"Mm?" Treize turned his chair to face Duo, but otherwise there was no shift in his position. "It's one of several possibilities. But I admit to being curious as to what you think you're doing."
Duo grinned, eyes shining as they swept over the powerful man seated before him, ginger-gold hair tumbling over his forehead, sapphire eyes warm and amused, focused on him. Yes, Khushrenada-kouchou was damned attractive, and the heat that had been necessarily quelled when Noin-sensei had busted up he and Heero's tryst was beginning to burn in his blood once more.
In short, Duo Maxwell was horny.
Now, he just had to hope that Khushrenada would oblige him, as well as accepting this bribe for what it was. Well, Duo Maxwell as damned good at being... convincing. He didn't think he'd have too much trouble, and in a way, he was really looking forward to this challenge! He had to follow through or Heero might be disappointed in him, and he'd sure as hell be disappointed himself, since Heero was probably expending *his* postponed passion with Zechs-sensei at the moment!
"Well... " Duo clasped his hands behind his back, face shining with an innocence that could only mean that he was up to some devilishment. "I just wanted to ask you how you like to kiss!"
Treize blinked. Several time in succession. Duo had to stifle an evil grin at the nonplussed look on the principal's face, somehow managing to keep his expression of complete saintliness, preventing laughter from creasing his impish features.
"Excuse me?" Treize thought he couldn't possibly have heard that right.
Duo cocked his head, eyes wide with sincerity. "I asked you how you like to kiss!"
Treize just sat there, staring at his incredible student, and Duo took the opportunity to climb into Treize's lap. Dang, there was a lot of lap! Khushrenada-kouchou was certainly a large man! Duo squirmed, settling himself, and gazed blithely up at the stunned educator. "Well?"
"Maxwell, I think this is highly against regulations," Treize said calmly, though his sky-blue eyes were burning with a new sort of heat.
Duo tossed his head. "Screw the regulations!" Then he paused in thought. "No, on second thought, screw me!" He grinned up into Treize's face, leaning up to wrap his arms around the man's neck. "So, you haven't answered my question. How do you like to kiss?"
Treize's eyes gleamed with a sudden flare of intent humor, then he hid the moment behind thick golden lashes. "I don't know if that's something I wish to discuss with you, Maxwell."
Duo's grin widened, as he saw that Khushrenada-kouchou was now willing to play his game. "I don't think it's such an unreasonable question," he protested, tightening his arms. "I just want to know! Do you like it fast?" He leaned up and brushed his mouth briefly against Treize's, the exciting tingle of soft flesh on soft flesh flooding the blood in his veins with raw heat. "Or do you like it slow?"
"Max--" was all Treize managed, before his student latched onto his full lips with a great deal of skill and enthusiasm.
Silence reigned in the office for long minutes.
Finally, with a light gasp, Duo released Treize's mouth. He gazed up at the principal, eyes darkened to twilight-tones under thick chestnut lashes, his cheeks flushed, mouth swollen and stained with the force of the recent activity. "Mm, I think you like it slow," he husked, then leaned up to reclaim Treize's mouth.
(unfinished)
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