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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 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.

The shaking doesn't rouse him, but the command does. Heine sits up, gets out of bed. Come is still on the insides of his thighs, and a little more drips out down his leg as he walks to the bathroom at a slow pace.

Cleaning up doesn't take too long. He stands in the bath to wash up, dries with a towel, and goes back out to... put his clothes back on, of course. After pulling his shirt and pants back on the weight is even better, more distributed. Socks and shoes go on last, and he stands there, quiet, looking at the wall. He feels more put together when he isn't so exposed. Safer. He feels calm and safe, if a bit tired, when he doesn't have to think.

He watches as Professor Rammsteiner heads to the bathroom, feeling vaguely uneasy. Was this how he had looked to Professor Eichel earlier? A messy wreck, yet still somehow enticing?

He isn't sure how he feels about that, but that's hardly a new feeling. Dismissing those thoughts, he heads over to Professor Eichel instead, trying to read over his shoulder (unless he's told not to). He doesn't speak out until Professor Rammsteiner steps out, looking strangely...normal.

Jade shakes his head slightly. Of course Professor Rammsteiner would look normal, why wouldn't he? But there's something not quite right about him either. Has he ever looked so calm before?

No. Not really.

Straightening, Jade dispels the protective charms he had cast earlier.

"We should be going. Good night, Professor." He doesn't even look at Professor Rammsteiner, just motions for him to come along with a brief flicker of thought.

It's a rather dry paper on magical field theory, regarding the possibilities that witches and wizards gather their power from an existing neutral miasma that contained far more power than any one person could control. Receptivity, it suggests, is what differentiates wizards from Muggles, and it's passed through heredity. In Eichel's view, Durmstrang may lend itself towards pride and pure-blooded bias, but new ideas should be at least considered, and he doesn't mind Jade reading over his shoulder. He acknowledges Jade and Heine leaving with a soft 'good night'.

The halls are nearly silent now in the late night. Heine follows Jade with quiet footsteps, just behind his shoulder.

They reach Professor Rammsteiner's room with no trouble. If it's locked, Jade breaks it with a simple charm and usher them both inside, locking the door securely once they're in. Professor Eichel had taught him to be careful.

He's tired, and Professor Rammsteiner's bed looks inviting, but there's one last matter to resolve first. Does he get rid of Professor Rammsteiner's memories or not?

He watches Professor Rammsteiner quietly, trying to gauge his thoughts. It's impossible when he's in this state. Which means...

Tentatively, he relaxes his hold on Professor Rammsteiner.

Heine is standing there, in his room, looking at the ground. It's fine—until the weight lifts, and too much floods back in. He blinks a few times, back straightening and shoulders tensing.

They'd had sex again. With Eichel. Heine looks at Jade, but only for a second, before emotion overwhelms him and he draws in a sharp breath.

"Get out." While he'd been Imperiused, they'd—Heine's hands are damp, with fear or shame, he isn't sure. He just knows he can't be in the same room as one of them anymore. Even if it's Jade and not Eichel. Even if it's his student, and not his professor, someone that he's done wrong by too. He wrenches the door open from where he's standing, unable to bring himself to lay his hands or magic on Jade even for the sake of throwing him out when he feels the nails of his ghost, clawing open his spine.

"Get out of my fucking room." For a second his voice has almost an echo to it, and his eyes fix on Jade, wide and furious.

He can see the change overtaking Professor Rammsteiner even before he speaks. It's a subtle thing, just a darkening of his expression and a stiffening of his posture, but even that little is enough for the change to be obvious.

Professor Rammsteiner's reaction is probably going to be unfavourable, isn't it? Jade braces himself.

He isn't disappointed.

Coolly, he raises his wand again. "Obliviate."

It's better for him not to remember. He can't handle it; that much is obvious. If, if, they need to discuss this in the future, it'd be easier without all these emotion-laden memories to cloud Professor Rammsteiner's judgement. He already has poor judgement as it is. They don't need any more complicating factors.

Before he reacts, the spell hits Heine.

For a second he tries to talk, but he blinks and can't remember what it is he'd wanted to say, and why. The tense apprehension at the base of his spine is still there, but he can't remember the cause.

Nor can he remember why Jade is in his room or why he feels weirdly sore. He decides to address the first problem for now, trying to pick his way through the fog that still surrounds all of his thoughts.

"Did you need something?"

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