"What the hell do you mean I wont graduate if I don't pass history!" Gilbert Beilschmidt growled staring down at his small blond counselor, Mathew Williams.

"You, you need to have all of your credits completed and you have to pass that class to get them." Mr. Williams said, he really hated having to tell Gilbert bad news, he could be /very/ intimidating sometimes.

"But that class is so~ unawesome." the albino teenager whined.

"I'm sorry Gilbert but it's a required class. You must pass to graduate."

"How the fuck am I going to get a passing grade in that class before graduation when it's only two weeks away?"

"I'm sure if you talked to Mr. Braginski he would be willing to come up with a way to help you pass."

"What! No way he's a fuckin' freak!"

"Watch your language and it's not nice to talk about him in such away. He is a nice man and a very qualified might I add."

"He's still a freak."

"Freak or not Gilbert Your grade relies entirely on him so I suggest you go see him before he leaves." Mathew said, he didn't want to sound rude but he wasn't in the mood to listen to the boy.

"But…"

"Do you want to graduate or not if you do go talk to him, now." the blond interrupted pushing his glasses up signifying he was done with this conversation.

"Fine I'll go talk to him." Gilbert said standing then stormed out of the room.

A few minutes later the silver haired youth found himself standing in front of his history teacher's classroom, his teacher inside grading papers. Gathering up all of his courage, the man was frightening; he opened the door and walked in.

"Yo Braginski I need to pass your class."

"I'm well aware of this Gilbert you might actually be passing if you wrote more on your papers than about how 'awesome' you are." the Russian teacher replied not looking up.

"Well it is true I /am/ awesome but if I don't pass this class I don't graduate so I need you to pass me." He said back walking over to the large desk.

"Do your work or something worthy of a passing grade and ill give you one it's that simple.

"So~ what's worthy of a passing grade?"

I van looked up at him and smirked "Think of something. I'm sure there's a brain in that pretty head of yours somewhere."

Gilbert took a step back shivering slightly he had /never/ seen his teacher smile like that, though he was /always/ smiling, but he had to admit Mr. Braginski looked really fuckin' hot when he did. He couldn't help but get a little hard thinking about it.

The other man seemed to notice the sudden slight bulge in Gilbert's black skinny jeans because his smirk grew wider and more seductive "Any ideas on how to pass yet?" he asked his voice a low growl. Another shiver ran down Gilbert's spine. His teacher may be a freak but he was turning him on, bad and if sleeping with him would get him a passing grade he would gladly do it.

"I do." He said quietly, walking around the desk then straddling his teachers lap. The look he got was one of surprise as if he hadn't been expected to give in so easy "Just hurry up and pass me Braginski." He then ordered leaning forward and up slightly, kissing the larger man.

"Earn it and I will, but first call me Ivan." He replied before wrapping his arms around the waist of the skinny silverette in his lap, kissing back roughly pushing his tongue into his mouth.

Gilbert had to admit Ivan was a fuckin' awesome kisser, though he didn't like not being in control. In an attempt to seize control of the kiss Gilbert bucked his hips into Ivan's and only succeeded in making himself moan slightly.

"Anxious, da?" the light blond teased bucking back making Gilbert bite his lip.

"Gott how the fuck are you so unaffected, you commie son of a bitch!" growled the albino teen.

"It's not nice to call people names Gilbert." the Russian giggled before his voice grew husky "And what makes you think I'm unaffected? I'm simply not as vocal and sensitive as you are."

"What!" Gilbert blushed "I am no~ah!" he trailed off moaning as his teacher reached between them and squeezed his length through his pants.

"See? Sensitive and vocal but don't be embarrassed your voice sounds rather gorgeous right now. Who knows I might come to love it." He grinned as the younger's naturally pale skin turned a bright red.

"You know what fuck this I'm going home. I'll find some other way to graduate." Gilbert said standing, voice filled with embarrassment and pride. He started off but was stopped by two large hands around his thin waist. When he turned around to tell the other man to let go all that came out was an undignified squeak because Mr. Braginski was no longer sitting, he was now standing /right/ behind him.

"Who said you could leave?" Ivan said looking down at him in a way that would intimidate most.

"I did. Your being a tease and mocking me and its unawesome so I'm fuckin' leavin'." He replied completely unphased.

"I was /not/ mocking you and wouldn't going out there with this…" he grabbed the bulge in Gilbert's skinny jeans roughly making the boy gasp and shudder "… be even more 'unawesome'?"

"Wh why, why do you care you prick? It's not your helping it any!"

"Just because I haven't helped yet doesn't mean I'm not going to or don't want to." purred the Russian man as he unbuttoned Gilbert's pants and slipped his paw of a hand inside and under the boxers.

"Mein Gott…" Gilbert hissed pushing against the rough hand that had wrapped itself around his hardened manhood. A low moan escaped the albino as Ivan began to stroke him.

"You like that, da?" the history teacher smirked speeding up his ministrations. The silverette opened his mouth to make a sarcastic reply to that but all he made was a louder moan that made him cling to his teacher as his legs started trembling 'Gott who'd have thought he'd be so fuckin' good at this! What the hell! He just started and I'm about to cum!' Gilbert thought bucking into the hand that was giving him so much pleasure, his muscles tightening in preparation of his release.

"Oh, oh Gott Ivan I'm, I'm gonna, gonna cum…!" he moaned out then whimpered, in a totally awesome way, when Ivan pulled his hand away.

The other just chuckled "Patience." He then pulled Gilbert's skinny jeans and boxers down to his knees and without explanation he sank to his knees and deep throated the student. A strangled cry came from the silverette's lips as he came hard inside the sandy blond's mouth. Ivan swallowed everything and stood staring down at the panting and trembling albino.

"Fuck oh fuck did you just Gott fuck why?" Gilbert gasped out unable to make a complete sentence.

"I couldn't let you make a mess on my floor and I also wondered how you tasted." Ivan smirked; brushing sweaty silver hair from the boys face then purred in his ear "You taste delicious."

"D don't say stuff like that!" Gilbert blushed pulling up his pants and buttoned them "It's so unawesome." Ivan just laughed "Well whatever I don't have a fuckin' 'problem' anymore so I'm leaving." He then turned and walked to the door but when he tried to open it he found, again, a large hand stopping him, this time by holding the door shut. "What now!" he snapped blushing at how close the Russian was.

"If you leave and don't come back I'll give you a D…" a D wasn't a passing grade in Ivan's class and Gilbert knew that "… But if you call me before grades go in I might pass you." And with that he slipped a piece of paper with his cell phone number on it into the red eyed seniors back pocket then walked back to his desk and went back to his grading.

Gilbert blushed even redder and walked out slamming the door behind him muttering to himself about how unawesome this all was.

Ivan Braginski smirked to himself and leaned back in his chair, Gilbert Beilschmidt was a /very/ interesting boy.

soo did you guys like it just wait till the other chapters i have most of them written already so thats good and wanna know a funny fact about this story i pretty much all of it at church camp tehehehe

well review or Gilbert fails! dun dun duuuun!