Wufei gasped as Treize's hand slid up underneath his shirt and tweaked a nipple roughly, barely able to keep back the little whimpers and moans of pleasure as he rubbed against the larger man's thigh and panted for breath. "Treize!" he breathed, rubbing harder. {Damn damn damn damn damn! So hot...!}
Treize *did* groan, softly, trying to keep it quiet even as he slipped a hand down to tug open Wufei's uniform trousers and slide it inside, fondling his hardening shaft with deft fingers. "Shhh, shhh!" he whispered (though he was making more noise than his lover!).
A quick knock on the door broke them apart, the looks on both faces absolutely frantic. "In the closet!" Treize hissed, calling, "Just a moment!" as he opened the closet door and thrust the half-undressed Wufei inside despite the flushed look of protest on his face. He straightened his clothing and moved to sit behind his desk quickly, coughing as the rustling in the closet settled down. "Come in!"
The door opened and the most unbelievably luscious bit of woman he'd ever seen crossed his threshold. "Ahh, Urd-sama!" he murmured huskily, raising a hand to straighten fly-away locks of hair that had probably been ruffled by Wufei's grasping hands.
An arch look crossed the woman's warm dusky-skinned face and she cocked a hip to the side, glancing at the closet with amusement. "Hello, Treize," she practically purred, her voice as sexy as the rest of her.
An irritated rustle followed the sound of that throaty greetment and Treize's eyes widened. "Mice," he explained quickly. "Do have a seat, won't you?"
Urd chuckled and slunk into a chair, the skirt she'd obviously been poured into clinging to the line of her ass and thighs. "So, Saitoh-sensei has been allowed a few sick days so that I'll have time to teach this class?"
"Mmm," Treize agreed, cornflower eyes gone sapphire from the interrupted mating and the proximity of what could only be described as... well... a goddess! "I believe he said something about a visitation... someone called Sanosuke..."
"Aa," Urd purred, a smirk on her face. "You have the materials?"
"Materials?" Treize asked, face blank for a moment. "Oh! The materials! Yes!" He opened a drawer and pulled out a rather large stack, plopping it down in front of her. "Everything should be there. Class begins in... five minutes," he murmured. "I apologize for such short notice."
One slender golden-dusky hand waved elegantly. "Think nothing of it, Treize-sama!" she laughed huskily as she rose and gathered everything, heading towards the door. "Oh, and... You really *should* do something about the mice," came the smirking response.
And for the first time in years... Treize Khushrenada.. *BLUSHED*. "Ah... Yes," he coughed. "I suspect so."
Only seconds after the door closed, the closet opened and one rather irritated frustrated *pissed off* Chinese exchange student slipped out, still straightening his uniform. "Treize..!" he began angrily.
One quick kiss quieted him. "You're going to be late for class, little one," Treize reprimanded him gently. "You'd better go."
The sullen expression on the boy's face was telling. "Is *she* going to be teaching it?"
Treize's wicked chuckle burst from his chest as he gently cupped Wufei's face. "Indeed she is, little snap-dragon."
"Hmph!" And with that flustered declaration, he stormed out of Treize's office past the surprised eyes of Miss Kasumi.
"Oh, my!" came her oblivious reply as she continud her transcription.
Oh, my, indeed! Treize thought, shutting the door with a chuckle. Oh, my, *indeed*.
The End
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