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 Posted: Tue Apr 10, 2012 2:56 pm
 Keelah was sat in his usual window seat as he waited for his new professor to make an entrance. He did not actually know what class this was, but he was told to turn up here and he was ready to be surprised. Man, he hoped the Professor was hot, there was such a lack of eye-candy when it came to the staff in this place. Most looked as old as the damn building and nothing turned him off more than wrinkled and saggy bosoms.
Unlike the other students the boy was not wearing a uniform, instead he decided that it was time he started cross-dressing full time - he just felt so much more comfortable in girls clothing. So whilst he waited for his new uniform to arrive he was turning up to lectures in... well a sailor suit, his long blue stands of hair curling over his shoulders softly, he even wore makeup and looked damn good in it. Granted, it had won him a few odd looks but nothing he was not used to. Even the comments about his sexuality did not bother him, afterall in the past year he had welcomed more people into his bed than these losers had in a lifetime.
Surprisingly, he was not talking for once, instead he was deep in concentration, pen on paper, writing frantically. A sight that none of his usual professors were used to... 'a puuur hummed from her throat as he slid his hands up her slim waist, biting her lip longingly at his touch. His smirk was almost devilish, she wanted him and he intended to meet her desires. The puuuur soon turned into a moan as he slid his...'... He patted his pen against his lips that were coated in a light layer of rose scented lip-gloss. This was good, this one could be his first published work. His eyes almost sparkled with the prospect.
He bit the end of his pen, noticing out the corner of his eye someone was staring, he smirked and licked the tip... ever so slowly... that sure made the other guy look away quickly, he even blushed slightly, how cute. With a small giggle he looked back down to his book, all 550 pages of it so far... and continued his masterpiece.
This teacher could take a jump, he had better things to do this period.
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Posted: Tue Apr 10, 2012 3:08 pm
Professor Xander Demetri, teacher of Arcane History at Makai Academy, was not in a particularly good mood.
"What do you mean," he said in a low, even voice, leaning forward with one hand pressed flat against the desk he was standing in front of. "that I have to teach a new class? It's midway through the year! Why the hell would I do that?"
"Resources have dwindled," came the completely unhelpful reply. "We've lost several teachers already, and you're the only one familiar with this particular subject. Don't worry - this new class will not take up too much of your time, and you will have the necessary materials provided at no additional cost."
"You sound like a swindler," said Xander.
Five minutes later he was stalking down the hallway, his black and red hair trailing behind him like a curtain and muttering vague and non-threatening curses beneath his breath - curses like "stupid, rotten old man" and "damn old geezer."
When he got to the room, it was already filled with students, and Xander pushed the door open with a sharp bang that echoed in the drafty room. Fortunately he had been able to keep his own classroom, with his office set into the corner of it, but he normally would have had a break this time of day.
So much for time off.
"My name is Professor X," he said dismissively, and began tossing papers onto each desk. "These are your schedules for the rest of the year. Please look them over carefully because I do not tolerate lateness and I really could give a rat's behind if you miss something because of your own damn fault."
At the front of the room, next to the window, there was a girl in a non-standard uniform, slender legs tucked beneath her desk and dressed in what appeared to be a dark blue sailor suit. She was scribbling onto papers of her own, pale hair falling over her shoulder.
Xander tossed his own papers on top of hers, scowling.
"What," he said. "are you wearing? That is not the Makai uniform."
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Posted: Tue Apr 10, 2012 3:24 pm
Keelah was on a role, his fantasy was taking over... then all of a sudden he was rudely interrupted by a mountain of papers and one almost got a very dirty word wrote across the top. He pouted and looked up at the professor.
He was not pouting for long.
Wow, he no longer had better things to do, he would much rather do him. Older men could look so attractive under the right circumstances and this just happened to be one of those times.
He leaned backwards, biting the end of the pen and crossing his legs. This was going to be fun. "Wow. How observant of you." He rolled his eyes, how people always loved to state the obvious, luckily he had a smartass reply.
"Well you see, this is a navy blue sailor suit, decorated with white lace and a red satin ribbon. If you want to get into detail I am also wearing frilled stockings, leather shoes and a very decorative bra and panty set... in black ofcourse" He twirled the red ribbon around his finger before leaning forward, resting his chin in the palms of his hands and kicking his legs playfully under the table. Trying to look as innocent as Keelah could.
What did you have to say that? Professor?
He found it hardly amusing how a man who hated lateness was himself late. Was that his fault? Did he deserved to be punished? If so then they had both had earned detention already and he was more than willing to punish him... and show him the clothes he was fixated with in greater detail.
He looked down at the papers on his desk, scooting them off of his notebook and then getting back to work.
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Posted: Tue Apr 10, 2012 4:04 pm
The girl, it seemed, was extraordinarily confident in herself. This was made blatantly obvious by the way that she looked at him, leaning back casually with a sarcastic reply rolling off of her tongue.
Xander did not appreciate the sarcasm in the slightest. Nor was he embarrassed in the slightest about the fact that one of his female students had just talked about her bra and panties in front of the entire class, most of which were either blushing furiously on her behalf or snickering behind their hands.
"Darling," said Xander, rolling his own eyes. "I appreciate the very detailed description on your clothing - and your underclothes, for that matter - but the next time you mouth off you'll find yourself with something else to describe - and it won't be nearly as exciting as your bra and panty set."
The girl seemed supremely unconcerned with the fact that she was talking back to a professor, already ignoring the schedule and writing down more on her own papers. Xander reached out, nimbly pinching it between his thumb and forefinger and slipped the sheets from her desk.
"Thank you," he said cheerfully, despite the black look on his face. "I did need something to read while you all are working."
He carried the stack of papers back to his own desk, sat down behind it, and kicked his feet up onto the desktop, crossing one ankle over the other. As the shuffling of papers, the scraping of pens, and various murmurs began to fill the room, Xander shifted the stack in his lap and flipped through them idly. His eyes caught on a line on the third or fourth page:
"He slipped his hands beneath her shirt and felt the smoothness of her skin, the warmth of her body against his pleasant and hot. He wanted to make her feel his desire, and his hands found her chest - "
What, thought Xander, the hell is wrong with this girl. She's some sort of perverted romance novelist?
A face flashed into his mind - pale, with blonde hair and a devilish smirk.
Oh jeez - Xander put his face in his hands. She's just like HIM.
The thought was relatively horrifying.
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Posted: Tue Apr 10, 2012 4:24 pm
And now he had his audience. Keelah could not help but feel a smug smile creep onto his lips as his classmates became restless - he did not mind the attention, not one bit. He had always been a bit of an exhibitionist, always the center of attention - coming to the academy had only seem the craving grow. Now he was a monster, one that fed off of dark magic and the desires of others.
Wouldn't his daddy be so proud?
He pouted as he wandered away with his work, folding his arms an eyeing him as he wondered over to his desk. His back end was almost as agreeable as his front. He took back what he thought about the teachers, this one was certainly what he would call eyecandy - long lush hair, the kind of eyes you could get lost in. If he saw him at one of his shady bars, he would have certainly made a pass in his direction. "I thought you would. You seem like the kind of person to appreciate black lace.~" He chuckled slightly as he continued to kick his legs back and forth playfully.
"Oh really?" He asked in response to his so called threats. He was almost curious to what he had in mind, if he was stuggling for idea's Keelah had a few suggestions ready. "Because your tone of voice makes it sound so very exciting indeed." Maybe that was just what his novel needed, a forbidden love, a teacher-student romance. Oh this was good, and it meant that this banter was research. Material he could write in later. He wandered, did the tall, dark and handsome teacher ever fantasize about such things?
Oh Professor X, he as going to make you a star. Your name even sounded like it was meant for the spotlight. So mysterious... Keelah like. Okay, maybe he was enjoying this a little too much, but it was better than being bored to death in some class he did not care about.
He tilted his head at the teachers reaction to reading his papers, long strands of soft hair bouncing with the movement of his head. "Professor? There is no reason to hide your face, its okay to blush openly - as a writer I take such an action as a compliment." He winked as he began to enjoy this class... whatever class it was? Did he say?
Wow. He was one lame-a** teacher.... maybe he was a better lover.
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Posted: Tue Apr 10, 2012 4:34 pm
"I am not," said Xander. "blushing. Contrary to what you may believe."
This was pretty obvious, since his face was not red in the slightest. In fact, the expression he wore was not embarrassed, or uncomfortable, but rather one of complete and utter exasperation. He rubbed at his temple, blatantly ignoring the students that were gawping at him and flipped a few more pages of the story.
"His hands felt hot and rough as they touched her, and she gave a low moan of ecstasy, writhing and twisting in front of him. She wanted to turn and see his face, but he would not let her - he was the dominant one, and he controlled her. His hands spread over her stomach, moving lower, until -"
Xander pushed the papers aside, rolling his eyes. He set the thick stack on his desk and crossed his fingers over his stomach, letting his face tilt upwards towards the ceiling. A sigh escaped his lips.
It's like seeing HIM as a kid. How horrifying.
"Little Miss Confident over there," said Xander, without looking. "See me after class."
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Posted: Tue Apr 10, 2012 4:45 pm
Miss? Was that a joke? OH WAIT. He did not know.
Oh how delightful, how interesting. Keelah smiled and nodded at his words. "Oh inviting me back after hours are we sweetling? Can't wait." He blew his professor a kiss and sat back in his seat. He might be able to stop him from writing dirty words on paper, but he could not stop him from fantasizing.
And he did, about his sexy new professor.
....
When the room started to empty Keelah awake from his dreams. and he waited, waiting until every single last person was out of the room. When the two were alone he raised his hand, the wooden door shut closed and locked itself. The map pulling itself down to nobody could see in. Perfect, this was just how he pictured it in his head. Oh, he was so looking forward to this. The situation was too good to let up, even if it meant he was kicked out of this stupid class.
He stood up from his table, Keelah was average height for a nineteen year old and his heels added a good four inches onto it, making him father tall. His body was lanky, slender and he had legs that most girls would envy. Said legs wandered over to Xander's desk and the blue haired boy wasted no time put placing his bottom on it, crossing his legs and looking over at his professor quite seductively.
"You wanted to see me? Sir?" He batted his eyelashes, his finger twisting around the red ribbon that he wore around his collar.
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Posted: Tue Apr 10, 2012 4:54 pm
Xander spent most of his time during class idly flipping through a few of the papers from his other class, every once in a while making a sharp red mark on one or two of them - or sixteen of them - and then setting it face down on the desk while he moved to the other one. The stack rose, almost to the height of the one he had taken from the girl, and every once in a while he would remember something else he needed to say and reach for the paper again, only to pick up another page of the romance novel instead. This went on for quite some time until Xander, tired of reading about how Maxwell's hands groped for Deanna's, took the book and stuck it into the top drawer of his desk.
Forty five minutes later the room had started to empty, and the sounds of the students leaving filled Xander's ears. He made no move to say goodbye to them, instead focusing on the papers in his lap - which meant that he did not hear the door lock, nor notice the map being drawn down. In fact, he had almost completely forgotten about keeping the girl after class until he suddenly saw a pair of long, slender legs on the other side of his desk as the girl sat down on it, blinking bashfully at him.
Xander lifted one brow.
"You're certainly confident of yourself," he said dryly, eyeing her. He leaned back in his chair and pulled his own feet down from the desk, crossing his leg over the other. "Very confident."
Reaching down, he pulled open the desk drawer and pulled out the book, sliding it across towards the girl.
"Quite the little, ah story you've got here," said Xander, a smirk on his lips.
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Posted: Tue Apr 10, 2012 5:10 pm
Keelah nodded as he fiddled with his ribbon. He suddenly went into hunting mode and began to study his new teacher, just like he did the people he picked up at the bar. This was no longer a classroom to him, it was a playground and he was more than ready to have some fun. He liked role-play games, doctors and nurses, master and slave.... and this was one of his perverted games come real. His skin was basically crawling with excitement at the thought.
He pulled the ribbon from around his neck, sliding it down slowly and resting both his hands on his knees. "I have no reason not to be. Being shy gets you nowhere in this world and I am comfortable in my own skin, so why hide the fact?" He found just asking for what you wanted worked better - especially when it came to matters reserved for behind closed doors. Besides he thought he looked damn good, for a boy or a girl, whatever role he felt like playing that day.
Then the papers were placed on the desk and Keelah took them into his hands. Flipping though and smiling, biting his lip to restrain his giggles. "Everybody needs a hobby!~" He stated - each one of his stories were wrote from first hand experience, this was a collective of his sexual conquests - a good writer writes about things he knows afterall. Xander, if he liked it or not, had just read everything anyone could wish to know about the sex life of Keelah Se'lai.... and Keelah knew a small part of him enjoyed it, I mean this was good stuff!
Oh, how yummy was this.
"So what did you want? Sweetling? Certainly there must be a reason why you wanted me alone... in this room.... just me and you."
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Posted: Tue Apr 10, 2012 5:28 pm
Xander's gaze - dark, and dual colored, with his left eye black and his right eye red - followed the girl's movements as she pulled the ribbon from around her neck. He wasn't sure what she was doing, other than that it had annoyed her, but if she was attempting something else...well, it wasn't like this was the first time this had happened. There were the three giggling, silly girls that sat at the front of his regular classroom that always seemed to be trying to linger behind after classes.
"True," Xander murmured, resting his head against his hand, which was against the desk. He was sitting sideways behind it, his other arm in his lap, not really looking at the girl anymore. "There is a difference, however, in being confident and being a smartass."
His gaze lifted, landing on the girl's face. "And you, darling, are far on the other end of the spectrum."
Smirking a bit, he reached out and plucked a few sheets from the girl's hands, holding them in his hands as his eyes skimmed the text there.
" 'She let a moan escape her lips, passionate and filled with desire, ' " he read aloud, without a trace of shame, in spite of his aversion to talking about - and doing - such things with a certain witch eater. " 'He traced her lips with his tongue and held her close. ' "
Setting the papers down, Xander shoved them across the table, ignoring the taunting, teasing tone of voice that emulated from the girl.
"I don't care what you do with your personal time," he said. "Just don't bring this type of stuff into my classroom when you're supposed to be working."
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Posted: Tue Apr 10, 2012 5:41 pm
His words seemed to bring what was on the page ahead, and Keelah found himself strangely attracted by that deep voice of his. He wondered what it would sound like, when it was whispering his name in his ear. "That was quite good. I might have to get you to do the audio-book." He nodded, sliding from the desk and casually trotting to the window. Looking out at the grounds and running slender fingers down the curtains... before closing them. Oh yes, he was so inspired - he was going to get some serious work done tonight, unless Xander was hit by a sudden lust for his body.
Maybe if he wished hard enough it would happen.
He turned around and made his way back over to the desk, a hand resting causally on his hip... the sound of heels clanging and echoing around the empty room. "But I will respect your request. I will even make it up to you with... a little gift." He stated with a small smirk, raising his hands to his collar and unbuttoning the top three buttons of his dress - just enough for Xander to see that bra that he talked so passionately about earlier. The student bit his lip and reached into his open shirt, lingering for a moment before he pulled something out.
He kissed the red fruit and threw it at the professor, before pulling out the other so he was even, he took a bite of his, the juices moistening his lips. He still could pass for a flat chested girl, and probably would to someone not suspecting what was really in his pants.
"Here, I hear teachers like apples." He chuckled, turning and heading towards the door. Resting his hand on the door-handle and looking back over his shoulder, throwing another one of his seductive and playful looks. "Is that all.... sir?" He asked.
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Posted: Tue Apr 10, 2012 5:56 pm
Xander, focused on the book, didn't notice the girl close the drapes on the windows until after the fact. The room seemed darker than normal, a shadow falling across his desk, and Xander lifted his gaze, following the path she made. She really was very attractive for someone her age - slender and curvy, but her swaggering confidence was slightly grating on his nerves - mostly because it kept reminding him of a Certain Someone he didn't want to remember at the current moment.
She was unbuttoning her shirt. While was she unbuttoning her s**t.
"I really...don't think that's necessary," said Xander dryly, rubbing a finger along his brow in a tired fashion. He caught sight of something black and lacy beneath the girl's shirt before she reached a hand in and pulled out -
An apple. Xander lifted his hands automatically, catching it out of instinct. He eyed the girl suspiciously, definitely noticing the complete lack of a chest she actually had beneath her shirt.
...lack of a chest.
In one swift moment, Xander pushed his chair back and was out of his seat, crossing the room in swift strides. In one hand he still held the apple, but the other reached out, grabbing the front of the girl's shirt. He yanked it aside, pulling it free to see -
Nothing. Nothing at all.
"You - " His brain seemed to freeze. Xander's mouth fell open.
"You're not a girl."
It was a statement, not a question.
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Posted: Tue Apr 10, 2012 6:18 pm
Keelah turned around as the teacher strode towards him. He stood there, confused for a moment. Had he come around? For once Keelah was pretty gobsmacked. Then the other man reached out, grabbed his shirt and...
...well that was unexpected.
It was almost as like his crappy writing had sparked something primal in the man. He could not help but smirk at the fact, maybe his luck was starting to change... after that total failed attempt of a whatever in the Graveyward with Lutea. He yearned to make up for said let down, maybe Xander would remedy him?
He looked down at his slightly ripped dress, it was a shame - he rather liked this one. However he would be lying if he said the motion did not excite him ever so slightly. Well, this was a welcome change - Xander even seemed shocked by the revelation. It almost made him look cute. "Wow. How observant of you." He rolled his eyes, pushing his dress over his shoulder to reveal some more of his slender frame, half of his beloved bra in view. He had walked back to his dorm in a worse state but he wondered how many funny looks he would get if he walked out of the room like this.
No doubt people were waiting outside, after his performance in class.
Keelah reached forward putting a finger on the professor's chest. First contact, oh how he craved it. "Is that a good thing sweetling? or do you prefer girls?" He asked with a small smile, he found it so unfair that he was... exposed and Xander was still totally dressed. "I think it only fair you give me the shirt off your back, you cant expect me to walk out of here with ripped clothes. It would encourage.... questions, rumors."
Besides, he would have liked to get a look at what the Professor had to show.
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Posted: Tue Apr 10, 2012 9:33 pm
For a few seconds of blank staring, Xander wondered whether or not he was drunk again. He held his liquor extraordinarily well most of the time (with a few notable exceptions, none of which he was trying to think of at the moment), but on the rare occasion he allowed himself to get more than a little drunk, he had been known to make a few careless mistakes.
Then he remembered that no, this was a work day, and he had not indulged in any pre-work liquor. He looked at Keelah again, at the flat chest that was most definitely masculine, despite the slender, feminine shape of his body.
Then he wished he had indulged in the liquor after all.
Reaching out, Xander's fingers slipped beneath the strap of the bra, which was black and lacy, just as it had been described. He snapped it, as though testing it, his expression darkening.
"Why the hell are you dressed like a girl, then?" he asked, but the boy had stepped forward now, a finger on his chest. Xander suddenly had flashbacks to the same gesture from a different person, a person with waist length blonde hair and a smirk to match.
What the hell is going on with these people lately?!
A derisive snort escaped his lips, Xander reaching down to grasp the boy's finger, pulling it away from his chest. "People will always think what they want to think," he snapped, but he could not deny that he was right - what would happen if a student walked out of his classroom only half dressed, long after the class had ended? Under normal circumstances he did not care what people thought, but he could not afford to lose this job.
There was an internal war going on in his head that ended with Xander scowling heavily.
"Fine," he said, and reached up to unbutton his own shirt. It was a simple black silk button down with long sleeves, and he slipped it off easily, untucking it from the waistband of his black slacks and handing it to the student.
"What's your name, anyway?" asked Xander, gritting his teeth.
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Posted: Wed Apr 11, 2012 5:51 am
His eyes widened as the professor took hold of his underclothes. The strap of his bra broke easily and he looked down at the bare shoulder that was exposed. Was this guy really trying to undress him? In truth he could not believe this was happening. I mean, was this happening? Or was he still daydreaming in his seat?
Right now he could not tell. That was until he felt Xander grab his hand to pull it away.
Keelah smirked, trying to get himself sorted out. He opened the top half of this dress, pulling it down to his waist so it rested more like a skirt, tucking in the ripped material into the waist so it was out of view. "With my figure? I think they suit me more, they are frilly, soft, elegant - and I make quit a convincing girl, as you have demonstrated." He stated as he reached back to try and undo the bra that bounded his chest. He pouted and messed with the fiddly thing before it finally came undone. He pulled it over his shoulders and dropped it to the floor, leaving his upper-half exposed. Long blue locks curling to bellow his chest.
No, he was not shy at all... and neither was Xander by the looks of things.
His blue eyes looked on bright with hunger as the teacher unbuttoned his shirt, in truth he wanted to help him - there was something oddly attractive about undressing someone.
"Why thank you." He nodded, as he accepted the offer of the shirt. Admittedly the diva inside him was going insane. He always dressed himself to perfection, and this black s**t did not suit his outfit at all. Never the less he accepted the shirt and pulled it over his arms. It was large for him, not that Keelah was a small male, yet he was rather slim, especially around the shoulders. He fiddled with the buttons, starting with the bottom - it was still warm from his teachers skin.
When his name was asked of him he stopped his buttoning, the boy had managed to get just above his belly button, if Xander wanted him dressed properly he would have to do it himself. "My name is Keelah, how about you? I doubt your real name is X?" He smirked, tilting his head to the side rather innocently and pulling his hair out of the collar so it rested freely once more. It took a bad teacher not to check his rooster.
Oh, he was loving this. He even stepped forward a little to get a better look at his... teacher.
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