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wit beyond measure is man's greatest treasure

To say Jade is displeased would be an understatement. It's not that he cares about this detention tarnishing his record, no. He doesn't really care about his record. What he does care about is how it cuts into his studying time. He had just come across a particularly fascinating snippet on the nature of death and the soul...

(And besides, those Hufflepuffs had started it with their incessant chattering. They're like a less annoying version of Saphir, and nobody had ever really objected when he hexed Saphir. And it's not like he used a serious hex; he just sealed and removed their mouths. Easily reversible, if they knew what they were doing - and knew how to use nonverbal spells.

After all, what kind of first-year doesn't know how to use nonverbal spells?)

But someone had taken offense to his hex, and now he finds himself trudging to Professor Rammsteiner's office, growing increasingly irritated at the loss of his study time. From what he's heard of detentions, they usually entail doing useless, mundane tasks easily accomplished with a little creative wandwork. He's thought about ignoring Professor Rammsteiner's orders more than once, but he's also been told that it would just lead to more detentions and thus a bigger waste of time.

Oh well. He's here now. With one last irritated sigh, he raises his hand to the door and knocks.

"Professor Rammsteiner? This is Jade Curtiss."

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Eichel laughs as he lets Heine lie down on the bed however he likes. "I'll be gentle," he promises.

At first Heine lowers himself onto his back. Ginger movements keep the weight of the eggs from being too badly jostled, but as he rests his head the sight of the ceiling above him is very, very familiar, with all its little cracks and stains in the old wood. Uncomfortable, he turns onto his side instead. It puts less pressure on his spine, too. As he does his robe falls away and his utterly soaked entrance, still gaping slightly after the huge clutch of eggs forced through it, is on display for Eichel. A wave of embarrassment surges through him, knowing that he's dripping the slick onto the bed and the end of one egg may be visible, but the shame is muted by simple arousal. It's fine, something tells him. This was meant to be. Even so, the odd feeling of deja vu persists.

Eichel hisses softly through his teeth before he reaches out to touch. Heine is looking around the room, picking out bits of furniture that he is certain he recognizes somehow. Eichel's hand on his leg is too familiar, as well; he turns his head to give him a suspicious look.

"When did I come here before?" He can't recall ever visiting during his school years. Why would he?

One of Eichel's hands strokes along Heine's legs, up to his entrance. The other ruffles through the mess of Heine's hair.

"Are you nervous?" He asks, not answering the question. Instead, he looks at Jade, a questioning look on his face. It's clear that Heine is starting to break through the Memory Charm. Now, did Jade mean for him to do so, or was the charm simply too weak?

Jade shifts restlessly on the bed, looking away. He just wants to be fucked; he's starting to wonder if he should have brought them somewhere else.

"No." Heine is shivering, despite that, eyes fluttering shut as Eichel dips his fingers into the open rim of his hole. It feels really weird. He's too wet. He's so sure that he's been here before...

Eichel gives Jade one more look before he moves his free hand to Heine's shoulder and rolls him up onto his hands and knees. The position, with Eichel kneeling behind him, triggers another flicker of memory. Heine goes tense and still, staring down at the bedspread underneath him. He'd been here, just like this. Heine remembers being warm, too warm, but comfortable.

Not knowing why he remembers? Not comfortable. Even though his entire body feels heavy and immovable, like he should just stay in this bed under Eichel forever, Heine shifts with an effort to sit up and get off the bed. He doesn't like this. He wants to be away. He can deal with the weird things going on with his body later and on his own.

"Be a good boy," Eichel murmurs into Heine's ear. Just how many subtle callbacks would it take to push this old student of his off the edge? Not too many more, he wagers. Already, Heine is tense, trying to move away - but not with any great force.

Not yet.

Jade watches the two of them, Professor Eichel's hands still firmly on Professor Rammsteiner and not letting go. He watches them, and has to wonder what Professor Eichel is trying to accomplish. Hadn't he just said not to force him?

He doesn't think Professor Eichel is too pleased with him right now, but he speaks up anyway. "Why not just let him go?"

For the moment, Eichel doesn't respond, even though Heine looks up at the sound of Jade's voice. The three of them in this room together. Nighttime, like right now. And he'd been... naked.

"What did you do to me? I was here before. I—what did you do."

Heine's voice is firmer this time. He pushes Eichel away hard and stumbles off the bed, still unused to the change in his center of gravity. But when he focuses hard enough, pushing away the internal urges to curl up in the bed and protect or some shit like that, Heine can resist. He tries to back towards the door.

Eichel doesn't resist being pushed away. He stands at the side of the bed, regarding Heine intently.

"Stop him, Jade." He finally says. "Clean up after your own mistakes."

There's a layer of power in Professor Eichel's words, the same power that had drawn Jade towards him in the first place, but still, Jade hesitates. His wand is in his hand, warm and reassuring, but he doesn't point it at Professor Rammsteiner.

"It doesn't matter if he knows, does it?" He asks, just a hint of uncertainty in his voice. "You left the choice to me before."

The choice of whether or not to wipe his memories, he means.

"Before," Eichel emphasizes. Heine is still backing up, aware that he's still dripping, despite everything, and it makes him feel filthy and weak all at once. The sensation of something foreign inside his body is just familiar enough to shake him into movement.

He needs to get out of here. Whatever this situation is—he needs to get out of it.

But his memories aren't completely back yet. Heine doesn't remember being put under the Imperius Curse, or how it had happened, and he turns his back again as he reaches for the doorknob.

Eichel takes initiative because he sees that Jade won't.

"Imperio." Without much of a pause he turns his attention back to Jade, even as Heine slumps to his knees on the ground by the door, which is just cracked open, his hand still on the handle.

"Why didn't you stop him?"

"Because— "

He closes his mouth. It just hadn't felt right, repeatedly placing Professor Rammsteiner under his control then wiping his memories when they're done. But he's never been good at feelings, has he? Still, he can't shake off the feeling that something's not quite right with all this.

Frowning, he shakes his head, lifting his shoulders in a slight shrug.

"I don't know."

For another long moment, Eichel looks at Jade, expression almost stern.

"Do you know what would happen if we let him be?" He still leaves Heine alone, choosing instead to come back to the bed and sit by Jade. "He'd be a hindrance."

They've already committed crimes, including in the eyes of Wizarding law. But beyond that, Eichel knows Heine would do his level best to never come near either of them again, and he would lose the opportunity to learn more about the strange power inside Heine, and he can't have that.

It's hard to think, now that Professor Eichel is sitting so close, his scent wrapping around him.

Jade dislikes it. It's as if, more and more, he's having trouble thinking.

He breathes in, head swimming. His whole body is turned towards Professor Eichel, an ache settling in his belly, seeping through his bones. He wants, with a single-minded desperation he's never felt until now. It's taking all his focus to not simply climb onto Professor Eichel's lap and grind against him, Professor Eichel's current displeasure be damned.

But Professor Eichel is displeased, and Jade does feel a sort of respect for him, enough that he does his best to focus and consider his words with the proper care they deserve. He's right - of course he is. They've started down this path. They should see it through to the end.

"I understand," he says, a hint of strain in his voice that he can't completely hide.

Even if he's not wholly happy that Jade hadn't stepped up to deal with Heine, Eichel can't really get angry with him. Not when he has that expression on his face, even with the unnatural swell of his stomach.

But he isn't going to go that easy on him either. Eichel says, "Good," and looks back at Heine. He watches as his directions lead Heine over; Heine struggles to get to his own two feet, shuts the door, and then makes his way over to the bed to join them. With some more gentle urging—but really barely any—Heine settles again on his hands and knees. Other than that, Eichel's only influence is to make him stay and not bolt again.

It doesn't take much effort for Eichel because for Heine, it feels right. He's stopped worrying about what's happening. Even though kneeling like this makes the weight of the eggs pull on his body, he's still leaking slick and attuned to the need to be bred once more.

When Eichel moves to get behind him, Heine is ready. He doesn't think about Jade, or how this event had come about. He arches his back and tries to put his hips up higher.

Eichel touches him firmly, running his hands over Heine's bared skin and finally palming at his ass. He uses his thumbs to pull Heine further open, to see the semi-translucent eggs set snugly into his body. If Jade is watching, Eichel makes no sign of noticing. He simply pats Heine's leg again and prepares himself to fuck him.

Jade watches, wishing he is the one under Professor Eichel instead, but knowing better than to demand Professor Eichel tend to him. He tries to make himself comfortable, but as the seconds drag past, he's more and more aware of the ache between his legs, the wetness soaking through his robe and into the bed. He wants to be fucked, with an urgency that leaves him tense and breathless.

But there's nothing he can do except watch. It's probably a form of punishment. Professor Rammsteiner seems so eager, willingly presenting himself, and Professor Eichel seems to reward that eagerness. He doesn't waste any time in thrusting into Professor Rammsteiner, and Jade's breath leaves him in a low hiss as he watches Professor Eichel sink into his former student.

His fingers curl into the bedsheets as his hips shift, unconsciously searching for friction, for something to fill him up. In the end, he decides to satisfy himself - although perhaps it's less a decision than an act of instinct. His slips one hand under his robe, fingers teasing at the rim of his own hole. Even that much is enough to make his breath catch.

Heine stays quiet while Eichel eases into him, his cock easily fitting inside his body after he'd been reamed so fully by the tentacles. His mouth falls open. He gasps softly, staying in the same position even as Eichel begins to fuck him. The movement and impact makes the clutch of eggs in his belly shift, the moving weight stretching and putting further strain on his body. But it's good. It's all good and he's doing what he's meant to.

Eichel speeds up for a few seconds, fucking him hard before slowing down and luxuriating in the feeling of Heine loose and wet around him. He looks up at the sound of Jade's gasp. For a second he stops, hilted completely in Heine and feeling the slick all over Heine's ass and thighs touching his skin, just watching.

"What is it, Jade?" he asks after a moment. He's smiling as he pulls back and then fucks into Heine again, keeping eye contact with Jade over his bent over body even through the filthy noise of his cock moving in and out of Heine's ass.

He shakes his head wordlessly, not wanting to give voice to his desires. Not that he has to. His back bows as he slides his own fingers into himself, starting with three, and it's enough to drive another low gasp from him. Immediately, he can feel the slick coating his walls, his fingers, the top of his thighs...

But it's not enough. Frustration darkens his eyes as he looks at Professor Eichel. He's fucking himself with his fingers in slow, firm thrusts, curling his digits to get in deep.

It's good, but it's nothing compared to actually being fucked. Still, it's the best he's going to get for the moment.

Eichel watches—he can't not. Beneath him Heine is moaning softly into the sheets, but the sight of Jade simply thrusting his fingers into himself over and over, clearly desperate and yet unwilling to say it in so many words arouses him even further. Eichel groans.

"Have you been practicing?" he asks. His smile is less certain now, giving way to an expression of almost hunger as he shifts his weight to get almost on top of Heine. In the changed position he's pounding Heine into the bed when he begins moving again. And still, he looks at Jade, only shutting his eyes in the moments as he comes deep inside Heine. Climax crests over him all too soon. Eichel digs his fingers into Heine's hip and side to hold him in place as his come fills Heine further and seeps in, coating the eggs.

He pulls out to finish himself off, careful to leave as much come as he can inside Heine. When he's done he simply falls back to sit on the surface of the bed, catching his breath.

Jade doesn't respond, except to stretch and flex his fingers, spreading his legs further open. His hips can't as he starts to ride his own fingers. It's not the most comfortable of positions, and he thinks about moving to hands and knees instead, but that would mean taking his eyes off his teachers.

He matches the rhythm of his movements to Professor Eichel's thrusts, trying to imagine that it's the older man fucking into him instead, but that only sends a fresh wave of frustration coursing through him. He's so, so close to getting what he wants, only for it to be denied to him.

When Professor Eichel finishes and slumps back, Jade pauses for a moment. His thighs are starting to tremble with strain, slick covering the back of them in a glistening layer. His head is spinning.

With a hoarse noise, he shifts forwards on his knees to get to Professor Eichel's side. It doesn't even matter if Professor Eichel can't - or won't - fuck him yet; right now, he just wants someone's hands on him.

Heine's been aware the entire time, but not moving. His mind is a blur of carnal satisfaction and a pleasure even deeper, utterly fulfilling. He's done well. He's been bred. Bent over with his stomach full and heavy of eggs, soaking wet between his legs and so hard that he's dripping on his old professor's bed, Heine breathes slowly and has to think about nothing.

Eichel laughs again, but it's indulgent. "Come here," he urges, opening his arms to Jade. He reaches out and ruffles his hair before running his hand over his shoulder and back once he gets close, down to his ass.

Cupping the curve of his ass, Eichel squeezes once and lets his hand slip in the slick over to his ass. Even though his whole body is still tired out, he can at least do this for Jade. He circles just his fingertips around the rim of his hole, increasing pressure but not penetrating him just yet.

Professor Eichel's hand ruffling through his hair is such an affectionate gesture, especially when compared to everything else; Jade isn't sure what to make of it. So he simply ignores it, pressing himself close, still on hands and knees as he climbs into Professor Eichel's lap.

The first touch of Professor Eichel's hand against his skin is enough to draw a shaky moan from Jade. His hand fists at the bedsheets as he tries to hold himself still, trying to resist the all-consuming urge to press his hips backwards and force Professor Eichel's fingers to sink into him. He can be patient. Disciplined. This is just another of Professor Eichel's games - or lessons, it's hard to tell the difference between them - he just has to bear with it until Professor Eichel decides to indulge him properly.

He's vaguely aware of Professor Rammsteiner's presence, hovering at the periphery of his vision. Every fiber of his body aches to join him, to be fucked and bred until every single egg inside him is properly tended to.

For the moment Eichel is gentle. He rubs the flat of his fingers over his hole, the motion even and measured. He can easily feel how wet Jade is, even without him pushing his hips back instinctively. Every time he does, Eichel lets his fingers slide in an inch or so, pretending he doesn't notice, before drawing his hand back again.

"Just a few minutes," he says. For a moment he's quiet, before he laughs briefly and adds, "Next time, don't let him pull you into the water as well, hm?"

As entertaining as this is, he would prefer Jade in better shape. But for now he'll just take advantage of it. Lying back, he tugs Jade by the hips to straddle him. Even if he isn't hard yet, he supposes he can let Jade just grind against him for now.

The first time Professor Eichel's fingers slip into him with nonchalant ease, Jade feels his spine grow rigid, pleasure shocking through him.

The next time it happens, he moans out loud, his hips lifting instinctively in a (fruitless) attempt to get those fingers deeper into him.

But absorbed in the moment as he is, he still hasn't entirely lost his grip on rational thought. At Professor Eichel's words, Jade's eyes snap up to meet his, a small frown creasing his face.

"How did you - " - know what happened back there, he's about to say, but he interrupts himself in a low gasp as he's pulled down.

He's still wearing his school robes, even if they're a dishevelled mess, half-open and parts of them soaked through with the slick that drips from him. But the voluminous fabric still presents an obstacle between his body and Professor Eichel's. Impatiently, Jade tries to pull his robes off, grinding against Professor Eichel as he does.

Eichel doesn't reply. (Jade had wanted so much from him, it hadn't been difficult to slop in more and more suggestion every time without his notice.) Instead he touches Jade's face and pulls him down for a kiss, open-mouthed and hot, sure that it will distract him. He takes off his own clothes and leaves Jade to struggle in his own damp ones, simply stroking his hands over his body.

"Make me hard again," he says. It won't take much. Though he isn't affected the way Jade and Heine are, there's a faint sweet smell he can just detect from the slick. The simple sight of Jade's eagerness, too, encourages him.

His mind is whiting out with pleasure again, as he gives himself over entirely to Professor Eichel's touch, opening up to him without hesitation. Finally, he gets his robes over his head and off his body, leaving them carelessly to one side, somewhere out of the way.

(But even as he immerses himself in the moment, his mind latches onto that little moment of suspicion, tucking it away to be studied later.)

He doesn't want to leave Professor Eichel, but he also knows Professor Eichel enjoys it when he uses his mouth. Reluctantly, he leaves Professor Eichel's lap, staying on hands and knees with his hips raised in a silent plea. He huffs a soft breath over Professor Eichel's cock and nuzzles at the base, trying to gauge how sensitive he still is.

He's close to getting hard again. Eichel's hips twitch upwards even at a breath. Running his hand over Jade's hair, Eichel takes a moment before taking a gentle grip to keep him in place as he grinds up against his cheek.

Heine's slick is still all over him, along with a few traces of his own come. Eichel sighs out at the sensation as his cock begins to fill out and harden again.

"Just a little more," he murmurs, gaze tracing over Jade's expression, down his back to his raised hips. "When did you go down to the pool?" he asks, almost idly.

"Just - before we came here," Jade mutters, shifting restlessly. With his face this close to the leftover traces of slick and come, it's a struggle to focus on speaking. Greedily, he runs his tongue up along the shaft of his teacher's cock, trying to coax it to full hardness again.

"What was that thing anyway?" He asks absently, his natural sense of curiosity managing to shine through the haze of lust.

"A relative of the kraken." Eichel makes no move to help Jade, but he doesn't really need to. Nor does he elaborate further on the underground pool where they'd been keeping the creature. Once he's ready to go again, he nudges Jade to lift his head and turn around on his hands and knees. At the same time he finally takes pity and tells Heine to move; his former student's legs are starting to shake.

As Eichel settles between Jade's legs, hands roaming all over his skin to feel him, palm grazing over his cock, Heine lies down on his side. He curls around his stomach, one arm wrapped around it as if to protect, his eyes still glazed over. He doesn't look over. Even as Eichel takes up a similar position as before and pushes into Jade with a low groan of pleasure, Heine doesn't stir at all.

For the moment the pace Eichel sets is slow and measured. He pulls back, thrusts forward. Despite the easy pace the slap of his hips against Jade's ass is loud, amplified by his wetness.

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