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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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Gradually, as Eichel stops moving, the pain seems to ease away (or maybe his body is simply getting accustomed to it). Jade is willing to bet it's the latter. The fact that he feels too-loose and open when Professor Eichel withdraws his fingers just lends credence to that theory. It's a strange feeling, but far preferable to the pain from earlier. More than that, it gives him some time to regain his clarity of mind.

He can hear the slick noises of Professor Eichel getting himself ready. Jade exhales, still pressed up against Professor Rammsteiner, and blinks away the wetness clinging to his lashes. Relax, he reminds himself. This is just another challenge to be overcome.

It doesn't make him any more prepared when Professor Rammsteiner moves under him, pulling the two of them down. He shifts, trying to adjust to this new position, Professor Rammsteiner still inside him.

This should be easy. He just has to spread his legs, like Professor Rammsteiner is directing him to. But when he feels the head of Professor Eichel's cock at his entrance, slowly forcing him open again - he can't. Shaking, he gasps into the kiss, every muscle in his body seeming to flinch involuntarily, but there's nowhere he can escape to.

There's a damp patch on his skin where Jade had laid his head. It takes a moment for Heine to realize what it is, and when he does it's confusing. Hadn't Jade wanted this? Does it hurt that much? He'd been—being gentle—careful, because—

"Jade," Heine murmurs against his mouth. He tugs at his lower lip with his teeth, looking up to see the expression on his face.

It isn't supposed to be like that. Heine frowns, nuzzles Jade's mouth. His hands move up to stroke over Jade's back, repeating the motion as Eichel enters him. Heine can feel the tightness increase like a vise when he does, and his legs tense, but beyond that all he can concentrate on is Jade on top of him, above him, around him. He cranes his neck; Jade's pulse thuds in his throat, so that's where Heine bites again, just indenting his skin.

Eichel is moaning above them, breath gone ragged. He has one hand grasping Jade's hip, the other braced on the bed as he pulls out a bit after making it only halfway in, trying to fuck Jade open. "Good boy," he's saying. "Good boys," in a groan when he pulls Jade down and forces himself in, all the way. Only then does he finally stop and catch his breath.

His pulse jumps under the sharpness of Professor Rammsteiner's teeth. He screws his eyes tightly shut, breathing in erratic little gasps, but that's the extent of the strain he shows. Even now, he's given to stoicism.

It's fine. It's fine. Professor Eichel is on top of him, his grip powerful. He's being praised. He just has to stay still and accept this feeling of being split open, bit by bit, until it feels like his eyesight is swimming again and he can hardly breathe beyond choked, pained gasps.

Finally, Professor Eichel stops. Jade pants helplessly, back bowed, muscles twitching. It's too much, having both his teachers inside him like this. He can't think, and that realization sends a cold shock down his spine. He buries his face against Professor Rammsteiner again, still trembling.

The tightness around him is so much that Heine nearly squirms. But there's a weight on him, on his mind, that keeps him still and calm. The pressure is so heavy that he doesn't need to move, and it settles him somewhat. So it's fine. He noses at Jade's neck again, worry replaced with simple confusion, because he'd thought that Jade would want this. Feeling him shake, Heine moves his hands almost curiously to feel at the taut lines of his shoulders, rubbing one palm over his lower back.

Feeling the motion under his chest, Eichel shifts to look—and laughs. It's an indulgent chuckle, not mocking, as he pulls out again without ceremony and picks up the lubricant. Some he squeezes out onto his hand, but he puts the tip of the bottle right at Jade's entrance and adds slick there too, without warning. It'll make it easier.

This time when he starts to enter Jade again, he has Heine pull out halfway so that he can build a rhythm, a slow one where he and Heine are only inside him at the same time when one of them is pulling out. He can tell Jade's having a hard time, of course. This should be enough to help him adjust. (Should be, and well, if it isn't... he keeps going anyway.)

Professor Eichel is laughing. Laughing at him? He can't tell. It doesn't really matter anyway. There's something else nudging at his entrance, something slim. Jade shudders as he feels cool lube being squeezed out, covering his hole and dripping inside until he feels loose and wet. They've barely started, and he already feels so used.

He tries to relax under the soothing press of Professor Rammsteiner's hands, making a soft noise at the drag of Professor Rammsteiner's cock as he pulls out - not all the way, thankfully, Jade doesn't think he'll enjoy feeling so loose and open. He isn't given a moment of reprieve before he's filled again, but at least it's easier this time. Whatever Professor Eichel did is working. Or maybe he's adjusting. Likely, it's both. He feels dazed and disoriented, his mind running over and over in loops of half-formed thoughts.

It's easy to just close his eyes and focus on the feeling of being thrust into, stretched out, so slick that there's lube dripping down his thighs. He can take this. They're going slow for the moment; better to get used to it now rather than later.

He isn't aware of when he first starts moaning, voice tinged with pleasure. He finds himself slumping against Professor Rammsteiner, soft-boned, legs spread and hips rocking slightly at a particularly slow thrust, trying to seek out more.

When he realizes what he's doing, he stops himself, biting at Professor Rammsteiner's shoulder again.

Better? Heine mouths briefly at Jade's jaw, hands smoothing down lower, one cupping the curve of his ass and the other grasping at his thigh. Jade spreads, but Heine pulls his legs wider apart. He doesn't need instruction for that.

Eichel doesn't give him much direction now anyway, more focused on Jade. His thrusts into him pick up speed. Heine doesn't think about it, even though the pressure against his length is heavier now, slicker and faster. Only when told (now) does he rock his hips up with a sudden force, just as Eichel pulls out all the way, and his cock slides in with barely any resistance.

Heine makes a soft noise, almost confused. He doesn't know, really, why Jade feels like this, so soft and loose inside when he'd been so tight the last time. He thrusts into him again, and again, until he has to... stop.

Eichel watches as Heine goes completely still. He manages to keep his hips up slightly, feet braced on the bed and in Jade to the hilt—but all he's doing otherwise is looking at the ceiling. There's a certain charm in seeing Heine so dazed and docile. And Jade, too, even though he can't see his face, he thinks. Eichel sighs, pleased, and presses the head of his cock to Jade's hole firmly. For a few seconds he circles it around, teasing.

"You're doing so well," he murmurs. But it isn't enough. Eichel moves over them, landing his weight on top. He doesn't let up when he pushes in this time, leaving no hint of reprieve as he starts to fuck him hard and fast. He's bent over Jade, panting onto his shoulder, as fucks him as hard as he can until he comes, deep inside his body, groaning into his ear.

They settle in a rhythm of sorts: Professor Eichel moving smooth and fast, Professor Rammsteiner slower, his motions a little robotic. Jade makes a quiet noise when his thrusts suddenly stop, as if a switch had been flipped. His hips jut backward, searching for that warm friction again.

Then he stops, every bit as still as Professor Rammsteiner is, when he feels the head of Professor Eichel's cock at his entrance again, pressing down with an inexorable pressure. I can't, he wants to say, but bites the words back, teeth sinking into Professor Rammsteiner instead. He can do this. He's hard, isn't he? His cock is hard and aching, and for the past while, he's been grinding against Professor Rammsteiner every so often.

It's easier to just boil this down to the facts. He's hard. He wants to be fucked until he comes. Professor Eichel is heavy on top of him, pinning him down, but - it's fine.

But none of that prepares him for the reality of being thrust into, that overwhelming rush of being stretched and filled. Jade can't quite stifle a hoarse cry, and then there's a flood of quiet noises spilling from him as Professor Eichel fucks him, with enough force to send his body rocking back and forth, his cock sliding against Professor Rammsteiner's soft skin.

Rational thought fades away again. All he's aware of is the solid weight of Professor Eichel, bearing down on him, the rapid slide of his cock into his slick hole, seeming to go deeper and deeper each time. He's barely aware of Professor Eichel coming, only that he's suddenly being grabbed with even greater strength than before, and that Professor Eichel had slammed into him, as deeply as possible.

Shuddering, his hole twitching, Jade moves mindlessly against Professor Rammsteiner, trying to seek his own release.

Eichel groans again, deep and heartfelt, when Jade moves against him. The walls of his passage, stretched around him and Heine, feel incredible. He drops a kiss on Jade's shoulder before pulling out. It's already almost too much on his too-sensitive cock to be stimulated any more.

He never cared much for cameras or memorabilia. But he does wish he could capture this, the sight of Jade grinding against something, desperate to come, after being stretched so much that his entrance is still visibly open. Eichel forces Heine to remain still and presses two fingers into Jade, turning his wrist and pulling at the edge of his hole, just to see him gape more.

He feels so empty when Professor Eichel pulls out, and he groans low in his throat, a quiet noise of complaint.

Then, there are two fingers being pressed into him again, holding him open. They don't hit any of his sensitive spots. They don't even fill him, really. But the sensation of being pulled open once more - that's enough to send Jade over the edge. His mind goes blank. Graceless and thrashing, he comes, his climax shuddering through his whole body, a low whimper caught in his throat.

Eichel waits for Jade to almost be finished before he touches him again. One hand he spreads across the small of his back, pressing down gently to discourage him from getting up.

Then he just tells Heine to come. He's still inside Jade, and Eichel supposes that it must feel good. Once Heine is done (trembling finely, his breath coming quick but his expression still placid, gentle) he lifts his hand and just smooths it over his leg.

"Come here," he says, bringing his other hand up to Jade's face. He guides Jade gently to turn at least his head towards his crotch, where his cock drips with his own come and the slick of lube.

Even without that hand on his back, Jade doesn't think he's capable of moving anyway. He stays slumped on top of Professor Rammsteiner, his mind still strangely blank, tiredness seeping through his bones. He's exhausted, vaguely in pain now that the rush of adrenaline is wearing off, and he's dimly aware that he's filthy and wet, inside and out.

The gently touch on his leg attracts his attention. Tiredly, he follows Professor Eichel's lead, ignoring Professor Rammsteiner for now. He doesn't have enough left in him to focus on both of them at the same time.

When he sees the mess that covers Professor Eichel's cock, his tongue unconsciously darts out to wet his lips. He should be too wrung out for any more. But there's something visceral about the sight of Professor Eichel like this, something that sends a curl of heat through Jade.

He almost groans, exasperated at himself.

Heine goes limp on the bed, and doesn't stir after that. Eichel has turned his attention away as well, leaving Heine floating in a state of mind even emptier than before.

Seeing that Jade doesn't quite take initiative, Eichel slides his hand up, into his hair, fingers curling against his scalp.

"Go on." He tugs lightly. "Help me clean up, and then we'll be done."

"With...my mouth?" He asks, not entirely sure if he wants the answer to be yes or no.

He shouldn't want any more. He's tired and aching, and when he shifts so that Professor Rammsteiner slips out of him a little, he's keenly aware of how loose he is. He's had more than enough to last him for a night.

But...he asks that question anyway, instead of going to retrieve his wand and simply cleaning them up in the most efficient way possible.

Eichel does want his mouth (of course he does), but he wants more for Jade to choose it on his own. He hadn't seemed to mind sucking Heine's cock earlier, anyway.

So he simply says, "Whichever is easier," and lets go of his hair. For a second his gaze moves away and lands on the mess starting to drip out of Jade's open entrance; he smiles when he looks back at his student again.

When he sees just where Professor Eichel is looking at, Jade swallows, a flush creeping into his cheeks. It's not that he's ashamed or, even worse, shy. He's just...not accustomed to being looked at like this. Not accustomed to the way Professor Eichel smiles, not a hint of shame or regret on his expression.

He's so much different from Professor Rammsteiner. It's a good thing.

(Is it?)

He shivers, a slight frown twisting his face at the odd feeling of the mess inside him, slick and slippery as it trickles out of him, back down the shaft of Professor Rammstener's cock. But he reminds himself to focus, easing himself free the rest of the way. Professor Rammsteiner's cock slides out of him, and another shiver runs up his spine. Somehow, he feels even emptier than before.

Forcing himself to focus on cleaning up, he closes the distance between himself and Professor Eichel, moving on hands and knees, not having the strength move in a more dignified manner. Vaguely, he finds himself missing the feeling of Professor Eichel's hand in his hair. It's easier to let himself be directed; Professor Eichel has so much more experience with this than he does, Jade trusts him to teach him properly.

With only a bit of hesitation, he reaches out to curl his hand around the base of Professor Eichel's cock. He runs the tip of his tongue upwards, feather-light, frowning a little at the mess in front of him.

At the first, now-familiar touch of Jade's hand, Eichel exhales slowly in pure satisfaction. He's still sensitive. It almost stings, the contact on his skin. But Jade's tongue is still good, and Eichel's smile fades into an expression of concentration and pleasure.

"More," he says. He still doesn't reach out to touch Jade, waiting for him to act on his own. "Take me into your mouth."

He's not sure if he enjoys being told what to do. There's a part of him that's proud and headstrong, unwilling to bow down to the will of others.

But if he just treats this as another form of guidance, it becomes much more acceptable. Jade considers Professor Eichel's words for a brief moment, then obeys, taking the head of Professor Eichel's cock into his mouth and giving it a brief suck.

He's meant to be cleaning them up, isn't he? But now he's wondering if Professor Eichel had more in mind.

For the most part Eichel stays still, breath picking up slightly but otherwise not responding much. It's far too soon for him to get hard again. Only if Jade takes too long, he simply wipes the mess off his cock with his own hand and moves to get up and stretch.

"You did very well," he comments, voice low with fatigue after the sex. "I do believe I'm a bit too worn out to continue, but I could leave you with Heine, if you'd like..? But he has his own private rooms, doesn't he." Privately Eichel thinks Jade looks too wrung out to do much but sleep, but he makes the offer anyway. It doesn't hurt him to be generous.

"Mm." He's too tired to react much beyond a vague noise of acknowledgement when Professor Eichel wipes himself clean instead of waiting for him to service him. He had misread him, hadn't he? He'll do better in the future.

Jade pushes himself up to a sitting position (wincing a little at the feeling of the bedsheets against his sore entrance), frowning a little in thought.

He's tired, but at the same time...

"I'll take him back to his rooms," he offers. He can decide on what to do when they get there.

Eichel is lounging, moving slowly to get another drink of tea (possibly with a splash of something from a flask) while Jade decides. He hums in acknowledgment at the answer.

"You may have to subdue again," he says, tone hardly warning, as he comes over to the bed. "And decide what to do with his memories. I haven't seen him in years, so I trust you know better what he'll respond to."

Honestly, Eichel does believe this, but he also wants to give the responsibility to Jade. He directs Heine to sit up, waiting for Jade to be ready before he removes his cast of the Imperius curse. As soon as he does Heine slumps in his seated position, eyes dim for only a scant few more seconds before he recovers awareness.

There's no hesitation this time when he raises his wand. "Imperio."

This is for Professor Rammsteiner's own good. If he regains consciousness now, he'll just make a scene, especially with Professor Eichel here. Better to get him back to his room before sorting this out as quickly as possible. Jade still hasn't decided whether or not to remove his memories of the night (and maybe he should be disturbed by how easily Professor Eichel suggests tampering with memories, but to him it just seems perfectly reasonable), but right now, he's leaning towards yes.

Once Jade takes control, Heine's position and body language barely change, just a slight upturning of his face. Eichel watches, pleased, and continues going about cleaning up. The sheets will need cleaning, as will the blankets, but he can do that a bit later.

"You can use my bathroom," he tells Jade. After that Eichel leaves him to it, having finished with them to his own satisfaction.

Cleaning up. He needs to do that. Jade shifts, wincing a little at the soreness and mess that seems to thread through his entire body. Yes, he needs to clean up.

Stay here, he orders Professor Rammstener, then pauses. No, that's too direct, isn't it? Something with a little more finesse would be better.

You're tired. Stay here and rest, he amends. That's better, isn't it?

Gingerly, he moves to the bathroom, closing the door behind him. He needs some time to clean up, but he's confident that his hold on Professor Rammsteiner is strong enough to last even when he isn't in the same room as him. If it isn't, Professor Eichel will be there to contain Professor Rammsteiner - even if Jade doesn't like the thought of someone cleaning up after his own mistakes.

There's a brief moment in Heine's mind when the comforting weight disappears, and he begins to rise, his mind clearing as he puts thoughts together, remembers discomfort and worry—and then there is the weight again, pushing everything else out.

Heine sits quietly on the bed even after Jade is gone. Resting. Tired. After a pause he moves to lie on his side in the blankets, aware that he's naked and sore and filthy but more concerned with rest. He's so tired.

By the time Jade comes back Heine has his eyes closed, breathing slow and even. Eichel is on the other side of the room, having pulled on a robe, but occupied with a set of papers he's reading.

He feels better after he's done. Still tired, still sore and aching, but at least he's clean. He notes, with some satisfaction, that Professor Rammsteiner is right where he had left him, and resting like he was told to. He can't tell if he's asleep or not, but that doesn't matter; Jade shakes his shoulder lightly.

"Go clean yourself up and put your clothes back on," he tells him, curious to see how far his power stretches.

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