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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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That's true. And if he can take over the existing Fiendfyre, he'd have an advantage in terms of power.

But Jade's approach takes his mind off of the task. Heine eyes him uncertainly, not yet backing away.

"What?"

He doesn't really want to talk about it. So he doesn't.

Closing the gap between them, he fists his hand into the front of Professor Rammsteiner's robes again, tugging insistently. He looks straight at him, entirely composed despite the situation.

Heine's gaze slides off of Jade's face, to a corner of the room.

"Really?" This again. Now that it's the second time, he's more certain that Jade does, actually, want it, but—it's still weird.

"What kind of question is that?" He asks flatly. The answer should be obvious. He wonders if Professor Rammsteiner is going to close himself off again; he hopes not. He'd rather not have to go through the same song and dance every time he wants something as simple as sex.

Firmly, he tugs at his teacher's robes again and then leans up, trying to kiss Professor Rammsteiner. That's one way to stop any more pointless questions from comiing. Theoretically.

It's obvious enough. Heine sighs and lets Jade open his robes. He shrugs it off and then tosses it back onto his bed. Underneath he's still wearing a loose button up and slacks.

For once, however, Heine responds properly. He leans down the last inch to kiss Jade back, careful at first and hands only hovering over Jade's shoulders. After a moment he slides his hands under Jade's robe, touching his hips and waist.

It quickly becomes obvious that Jade has no experience in kissing, just like he has no experience in anything that even vaguely resembles healthy, functioning human relationships. He's more forceful than he needs to be, his eyes and mouth firmly closed, a somewhat puzzled frown stealing over his face as he tries to figure out what's meant to be enjoyable about this.

When hands suddenly settle against his hips and waist, areas he had never allowed anyone to touch before now, he lets out a muffled gasp of surprise, fidgeting a little. Professor Rammsteiner is actually touching him? That's new.

New, and strangely thrilling. He shivers as Professor Rammsteiner keeps touching him. It's almost ticklish, sending lightning sparks of sensation through him, but not in a way that makes him want to pull away - if anything, he wants to gets closer.

His hands steal to the front of Professor Rammsteiner's shirt, already trying to undo the buttons there.

When Jade gasps Heine's hands freeze where they are, fingertips digging in slightly. It takes another motion from him for Heine to act as well, moving to lead the kiss.

He keeps one hand on Jade's waist, faintly aware of how thin it is. Heine brings his other up to the back of his head, fingers threading through his hair to find a grip. Finding one, he pulls none-too-gently, guiding his head to tilt back and pressing his thumb into his neck. Relax.

Heine allows Jade to open his shirt. The scars on his back are Unglamoured and all too visible and tangible, but in this moment Heine doesn't consider that.

He frowns briefly when his hair is pulled at, but doesn't fight it when Professor Rammsteiner tilts his head back. It's not that he has any great respect for Professor Rammsteiner, really. But he seems to know what he is doing, and Jade isn't stubborn enough to go his own way when there's someone more experienced to guide him. He focuses on kissing Professor Rammsteiner, slightly uneasy thanks to the thumb pressing against his neck.

His frown returns when the Professor Rammsteiner's shirt falls away, and he feels the rough ridge of scar tissue running down his back. Jade has his own scars, slender pale lines that trace over his arms and torso, but nothing as serious as this. Had Professor Rammsteiner been a duellist of some sort? But no, this doesn't feel like an injury that would come from a duel...

"Are you really a teacher?" He asks in a mutter, momentarily breaking away from the kiss.

"What the hell's that mean?" Heine can feel fingertips exploring the scar and pulls away a few inches, but doesn't remove his own hands.

"And you need to relax." It's almost painfully obvious how inexperienced he is. "Quit trying to bruise my mouth."

Professor Rammsteiner is pulling away, so Jade leans closer, undeterred by the way Professor Rammsteiner is trying to correct him.

"This," he explains, trying to touch the scar again, wanting to feel out its length. Is it an ordinary scar? Or something magical? "And you're a bad teacher, you don't even like children. And you're having sex with one of your students."

He says it dispassionately, without judgement, without a hint of playfulness. Normal teachers don't have sex with their students. That's something he knows, even if he doesn't understand the why of it.

The scar extends up all the way to his nape. Heine wishes Jade would stop trying to follow it, and the discomfort shows briefly on his face before he simply frowns.

"Right." Well, whose fault is that, he thinks, even though he knows that it's his own. Now that Jade's bringing it up, Heine isn't sure if he should press it, to discourage him, or just accept his clear interest in going further. But first of all: "I... stop touching it."

"Why?" Professor Rammsteiner doesn't look happy, in a way that goes beyond his usual frown. Jade's hand stills, but he keeps his fingers pressed against the ridge of scar tissue. "It's important, isn't it?"

And Professor Rammsteiner hadn't actually answered his question, about whether or not he's actually a teacher.

"What aren't you telling me?"

"About wh—of course I'm 'really' a teacher, I teach." Heine's posture is rigid for once, stiff and uneasy. He backs up another step, finally removing his hands from Jade and instead bracing them on the footboard of the bed behind him. "I don't like you touching it. That's all."

He's not good at reading people. He doesn't even bother trying most of the time. But this is interesting, a mystery that involves someone who's actually halfway important to him. When Professor Rammsteiner backs away again, Jade steps forward once more, no longer entirely sure what he's pursuing. Information? Sex? Both?

"Why?" He asks again. He keeps one hand on Professor Rammsteiner's nape, right at the top of the scar. The other hand he rests on his hip. Lightly, he pushes, trying to get him onto the bed.

He thinks he prefers it when Professor Rammsteiner had his hands on him, but this is fine too.

"Because," Heine begins, and stops. He lets Jade push him back, maneuvering so that he gets around the bedpost and can sit down on the bed. Once seated he grabs Jade by the lapels of his robe and firmly hauls him down as well, rolling to switch their positions and end up with him on top.

"Because I don't like it."

Heine has his hands on Jade once more, sliding his robe off his shoulders before going down to untuck his shirt. This has been the only thing that's distracted Jade before, and at this point he'd rather indulge his student in this than his questions.

He can tell that Professor Rammsteiner is going to yank him down before it actually happens. He goes down anyway - that's what he had wanted all along.

What he doesn't expect is to find their positions suddenly reversed. There's hands on him, Professor Rammsteiner on top of him, all around him, busy stripping him down. He can't hear anything except the sound of his own heartbeat. For a moment, he can't do anything except soak in the sudden flurry of action, feeling his skin heating up and his breathing grow erratic.

Then his rational mind takes over again. "You're trying to distract me."

It's working. Jade is tempted to let it keep working. There will be plenty of time to question Professor Rammsteiner later. Right now, he wants to keep exploring these new sensations of heat and excitement.

Heine makes a vague noise in response, but doesn't agree or disagree, just undoes the last couple buttons on Jade's shirt before giving up and shoving it up to expose his stomach and part of his torso. Without further comment he moves his hands down, palms running over his skin until his fingers hook into the waistband of his pants.

For a moment he thumbs at the belt buckle. Then Heine leans down and kisses him again, more gently, pressing their lips together as his hands stay on his hips. It's fine, he keeps telling himself. He wants this.

He hesitates, torn. But he feels so good, his whole body alight with anticipation. He wants to hold onto that feeling. Wants to experience more of it. In the end, his hesitation lasts for less than a second.

There's no finesse in the way he returns Professor Rammsteiner's kiss, although he's at least gentler than he had been before. Even that much is enough to feel good.

But Professor Rammsteiner is still hesitating. Again. Eyes closing, Jade reaches out for his teacher's hands, trying to guide them back to the buckle he had been toying with indecisively. It's fine. Do it.

With Jade guiding his hands, Heine is less reluctant. He's still clumsy with it, since he's not looking, but he gets his belt undone and then the front of his pants open in short order. Once he can he pulls them down, underwear and all.

Only then does Heine pull back and really look. Jade's certainly grown since their first meeting, but not really filled out. He traces a hand along his ribcage, to his hipbones, and finally slightly further down to wrap around his cock.

Last time Jade had mentioned that they could fuck. Tonight Heine can almost bring himself to suggest it.

As his cock is exposed, he lets out a quiet hiss, but that's all. He shifts impatiently when Professor Rammsteiner pulls back. Already, he looks rumpled: glasses askew, hair a little messy after how Professor Rammsteiner had tugged at it earlier.

There's a hand tracing along the thin skin overlying his bones and Jade shifts again, almost squirming. The muscles of his abdomen tense. Already, his cock is half-hard; he swallows as Professor Rammsteiner wraps his hand around it, hoping for something more than a handjob, but not about to protest if that's what Professor Rammsteiner has in mind.

If Professor Rammsteiner has anything in mind, really. Restless, Jade tries to kick his pants fully off, hoping to move things along. Maybe if he brings up the scar again... He raises one hand, fingers curling around to stroke lightly at the back of Professor Rammsteiner's neck.

"Cut it out," Heine mutters, unamused, but only makes a token effort at shaking him off. He gives his cock a few more strokes, palming at the head, before moving his hand lower.

"Do you still want to try this?"

Looks like he's found one way to direct Professor Rammsteiner into doing what he wants. Jade allows his hand to be shaken off, focusing on meeting the strokes of Professor Rammsteiner's hand with a few slight thrusts, a little tentative as he tries to figure out what would feel the best.

Not that he has much time to figure things out. Soon, the hand on his cock moves lower. Jade draws in a sharp breath, his mouth feeling dry with anticipation. He doesn't have to think before answering: "Yes."

Jade thinks he understood what Professor Rammsteiner meant by this, but he isn't exactly sure. It doesn't matter. It'll be something new, so he's interested. If he doesn't like it, it's only a matter of telling Professor Rammsteiner to stop.

Decided now, Heine feels less embarrassment than before when he uses Conjuration to pull a container of lube with a twist of the hand from thin air. Jade says yes. It's fine.

He tosses the bottle down for a moment so that he can urge Jade to take his pants off entirely. Once they're off, Heine arranges himself between his legs, watching him for any sign of uncertainty.

"Have you tried this at all before?"

Where Jade is normally naturally inclined to stillness, this time, he's exerting a conscious effort to keep himself still. His chest rises and falls with shallow breaths. He's almost trembling, and every so often, one of his limbs twitch. He wonders if Professor Rammsteiner can hear the rapid thudding of his heartbeat - it seems so loud.

"No," he admits. "I didn't want to bother with it."

But now he wants to. Wants it badly, now that Professor Rammsteiner is presenting that option to him.

Right. Okay. Heine tries to think of how to explain it in a way that'll make sense and be helpful. All he can remember of his first time is blurred by what he'd been drinking at the time and the years that have passed since then.

"It's probably going to feel weird." He pauses to pour lube into his hand. "Tell me... if it hurts."

Using one hand to keep Jade's legs apart, Heine smooths the flat of two fingers over his entrance, trying to get him used to just the feeling of something there first.

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