A knock on the door drew Khushrenada-kouchou's eyes from his pile of paperwork, gaze absent as he called, "Come in!" The door opened and he almost smiled as Marquis-sensei stepped in and shut the door behind him. "Good morning, Zechs," that honeyed voice murmured calmly, eyes amused at the harried look on the other man's face.
Zechs settled down in the chair on the opposite side of Treize's desk, leaning back with a sigh. "Gods, what a day! Wait until I tell you what Yuy and Maxwell are up to now! And that Minamino boy is quite amazing, do you know what I found him doing to the plants!? I..."
The interruption was smooth, amused. "I'm sure Minamino-kun's bottom is sore for the pleasure of feeding his plants such... liquid goodies."
The grin on Zechs' face said it all. "I suspect that you're quite right. Speaking of our resident delinquents, I have to ask... what on EARTH made you put that exchange student in as their suitemate? Surely it would have been more wise to leave the Arabian and circus boys there and to add him in next door to our brats. The new student is quite pretty and seems to pay attention in class and even turns in homework, for gods' sake! None of my students EVER turn in their homework!" he expounded, dusky-violet eyes narrowing, platinum bangs tumbled into them.
"That's because half of them are girls who like baring their bottoms for you and the other half are boys who think it's easier to take the paddling than to work on organic chemistry, Zechs," Treize answered lazily, fingers steepled, sapphire-struck cobalt eyes narrowed. "Actually, this particular generation of Wilmington students seem quite different than any previous year. Sally said the basket of condoms that she keeps beneath the desk for those brave enough to ask for such things has been emptied so often she despairs of ever keeping it filled again!"
"Well, it isn't just them," Zechs replied, biting at his lip in contemplation. "I've heard that Une is having her way with a couple of the girls and I know Noin and Sally are still lovers. It seems half the campus, even the administrative staff, has been bitten by some kind of hormone bug! The only one who seems the slightest bit able to resist is you, Treize. But then, you've always had a knack for resisting temptation," he purred, "haven't you?"
With that, Treize rose and moved to the wide windows that gave him a view of the neatly laid out grass and lawns between his office and Benmont Hall. Students dotted the area everywhere, going in and out of the other buildings. Zechs watched him as he clasped his right forearm with his left hand behind his back, expression quiet and vaguely chagrined, the flush on that face undetectable to anyone but Zechs. "My GOD," the platinum-haired chemistry teacher managed, his mouth dropping in visible surprise, "you want one of them!"
Treize turned swiftly. "I said no such thing!" he denied, eyes shooting sparks of sapphire.
"Well, I'll be damned. You're human after all." The awe and amusement in Zechs' voice was plain. "I knew that Maxwell had seduced you but that didn't surprise me. Maxwell seduces people he likes on a semi-regular basis; he's a bit of a hedonist really, don't you think? And Yuy..." His own eyes darkened for a moment before he cleared his throat. "Well, as I said, we all seem to have been bitten by a hormone bug. But YOU, Treize! Who is it?"
The ginger-gold haired principal continued to scowl as he sat in his chair once again, elbows on the arms, fingers steepled before him. His silence was telling in and of itself as Zechs chuckled, one hand rising to brush bangs out of his eyes. "Ahhh, let me GUESS," he chortled. "You made a trip to back campus for the first time in years *and* you made special room arrangements. It's the pretty little Chinese one, isn't it?"
The look of irritation and flustration increased. "I will admit to no such thing, Marquis," he growled, leaning forward, a lock of hair coming loose and falling into his narrowed eyes, expression aggravated. "Don't you have something else to do!?"
"Besides sit here and irritate you? No, it's a free period and I'm caught up with my grading, actually," Zechs almost smirked. "Hmmm. Well, you'd best move fast. I suspect that Yuy's got his eye on the boy's ass, Treize."
Treize's gaze shot up, heated. "That br..!" He stopped speaking and glared at the amused expression looking back at him. "Marquis," he growled again, the sound a warning. "...!"
Zechs sucked air through his teeth. "Well, anyway. I'd heard Yuy and Maxwell were planning a bit of a picnic just before curfew tonight... a picnic to involve alcohol. I'll keep an eye on them for you, hm? The boy might end up with a sore bottom if they're careless enough as to get caught, though." He practically purred. "I know Yuy and Maxwell certainly will, regardless."
The look of concentration on Khushrenada-kouchou's face intensified for a moment and he seemed to contemplate those words for long seconds. "All right, Zechs," he practically purred suddenly, gaze bright. "That's just fine. In fact, I encourage you to catch them." A smile worked its way across that generous mouth as he contemplated future actions, so wicked that Zechs drew in his breath. "I have a plan."
The answering smirk on Zechs' face grew to match Treize's. "Well, I wish you all possible luck with it, Treize." He chuckled softly. "You'll have to tell me about it later." He rose and stepped towards the door. "It... sounds quite worthwhile."
"Perhaps," Treize answered as the door shut behind the chemistry teacher. "Oh, quite definitely," he purred to himself as he returned to his paperwork, dancing wicked glee in his eyes. By this time tomorrow, he'd have that boy in his office.
And by this time Saturday, he'd have him over his knees!
The End
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