Danny had been early to approximately two events in his life, one being his birth and the other being his kindergarten commencement ceremony (and that was because his mom drove him to school that day). That being said, he almost couldn't believe that he was standing outside of Dr. Masters' office fifteen minutes before the professor's office hours even started. His disbelief was furthered by the motive behind his visit: Dr. Masters had enjoyed his fantasy story. Apparently, he had enjoyed it enthusiastically, and Danny could only imagine in what capacity.

He leaned against the wall and stared at the plaque with Masters' name engraved in gold across the face. The engraver had obviously been skilled, but he picked out the tiny gold capillaries of scratches that were uneven against the stenciled letters. He was vaguely aware that Humanities secretary was giving him a funny look from his seat at the reception desk; the guy probably thought he was stoned off his rocker. Fortunately, that was not the case this time; he was just tired.

A warm hand on his shoulder broke him from his reverie. He looked over his shoulder to find Dr. Masters standing enticingly close behind him, his infuriating collarbones still perfectly visible and highly prevalent. "You're falling asleep on your feet, Daniel."

"Oh, yeah, I had a long night," Danny replied. He let himself be steered into the office and onto the squishy couch pushed against one wall.

Masters shut the door behind him and locked it. "Yes, I know. I did read your email after all."

"Oh, yeah, that's right." Danny pushed his backpack into the tiny space between the couch and the wall. He had to wonder how Dr. Masters actually got the couch into his office, and for what purpose. It wasn't a hideous couch, but it didn't match the interior design of the office, so it couldn't be there for aesthetics. "So what do you need this couch for?"

Masters chuckled. "Believe it or not, I tend to use my office hours to take naps myself. However, at least I don't do it during class."

As a twenty-year-old college student, Danny was reluctant to admit that he made a habit out of pouting, but his defiant scowl caused Dr. Masters to laugh. "I'm just playing around, Daniel. That couch was already in here when I was assigned to this office. The last occupant was a professor of psychology. But it is rather handy after a late night of grading papers."

"Speaking of which, what did you think about mine?" Danny asked, hoping futilely that he didn't sound too eager to know. A deep blush plastered his face; he'd always been easily readable, even as a child. "My story, I mean."

Masters settled his suit jacket on the back on his chair, brushing the wrinkles out of the material. "It was, shall we say, intriguing. Enticing. Tempting."

Heat curled in Danny's stomach, bright and hot at Dr. Masters' pretty words. "So you liked it? It wasn't – creepy? Because I was worried about that when I was writing it, but I loved writing it-" Danny stopped, conscious that he was rambling and sticking his foot as far back into his mouth as the appendage could go.

"I must admit I was a little shocked when I opened the file to grade your research paper and found my name in your mouth, but I won't deny that I liked it very much," Masters replied, planting his ass on top of his desk again. Danny's gaze wandered down to appreciate the contact, but he snapped to attention as soon as Dr. Masters began to talk again. "I also won't deny that despite your lack of effort on my assignments and your sleeping habits in my class, I like you. I liked you as soon as I saw you, Daniel."

"You did?" Danny asked, propping his feet up on the couch.

"Yes, little badger, I did," Masters replied. He'd removed his loose bow-tie at some point during the day and was now left in his partially unbuttoned dress shirt; he'd rolled his sleeves up well, exposing muscular forearms lined by visible veins. "Of course, as your professor, I'm really not allowed to say anything regarding my personal feelings for you, but in the wake of your attention lapse, I feel I'm now at liberty to be more familiar with you. If you'd like me to be, that is."

Danny was momentarily distracted by Dr. Masters' fingers clenching the lip of the desk. "I'd like that, Dr. Masters."

"Excellent, Daniel," Masters replied, crossing his arms. For the second time that day, Danny's mouth went dry as he imagined the strength behind him. "And now I have a question for you."

"Okay, sure." Once again, Danny's thinly disguised enthusiasm made him blush.

"This fantasy of yours, it must be strong for you to write out the entire fantasy, correct?" Maskers asked, though his question was rhetorical. His next question is what caught Danny by surprise. "Don't you think that a little firsthand experience would, well, aid your writing process?"

Danny blushed, crossing his legs; his dick ached angrily, agreeing wholeheartedly with Dr. Masters' suggestion. His writing process would abso-fuckin'-lutely benefit from all firsthand experience offered by his professor. "I think so, yeah."

"Then I suggest you come here and let me show you," Masters said, crooking his finger at his student.

Danny had imagined extensively what kissing Dr. Vlad Masters would be like, mostly during class when he should have otherwise been paying attention, but in no universe could he ever have predicted his body's automatic response.

Masters wound his fingers into Danny's hair, pulling him in for a kiss. Danny struggled to find some singular part of Masters' body to hold onto, but settled for the professor's waist when his hand was guided to the destination. He was warm, so warm that Danny pressed himself closer, trapping the professor against his own desk. He rubbed his aching dick against Masters' thigh, desperate for any sort of friction to aid his relief.

"You're so eager, Daniel," he grinned against the kiss, his tone almost reverent. His wet lips slid past Danny's, kissing and sucking at his cheek, his jaw, his neck, until he found the top of Danny's collarbone and began to lick and dig his tongue into the minuet depression between his shirt collar and chest. He grabbed Danny's ass and lifted the younger man enough to twist his around and sit him on top of the desk. "Be patient, my dear. The door is locked, and I'm going to make you enjoy this."

Danny's fingers found the buttons of Dr. Masters' shirt and began picking them apart, no easy feat considering the professor was kissing him and pressed flush against him. Masters was wedged between Danny's thighs, and his hands had found the smooth skin beneath Danny's shirt. His fingers obsessively stroked the thin line of flesh above the waistband of his pants, occasionally daring brazenly to slip past the elastic and stroke the stressed skin beneath.

As soon as Danny finished pulling the buttons of Dr. Master's shirt apart, somehow without just tearing them off, he started jerking at the belt of his professor's pants. "Why do you have so many fucking buttons?"

Masters smirked against Danny's mouth. "A challenge for you, Daniel."

He popped the button of Danny's jeans easily and pulled the zipper down with one stroke. Grasping the sides of his jeans, he tugged them down until the student was fully exposed. Danny shivered as the cool air in the office played against his hardness; he moaned softly when Masters wrapped his fingers around Danny's exposed cock.

"Please, Dr. Masters," he began, but a sharp stroke of his length turned his pleading into a loud groan.

"As kinky as that title is right now," Masters said, stroking Danny's overly sensitized skin, "I want you to call me Vlad. Now lean back a little."

Danny nodded and did as he was told, leaning back on his folded arms. He couldn't see what Vlad was doing, but he could hear the professor rip open the buckle of his belt and unzip his suit pants. He produced a condom and a miniscule tube of lube from somewhere, mostly likely from his back pocket; Danny grinned as his head rolled back. Watching his professor become increasingly more desperate was fantastic.

Vlad plastered his fingers with lubricant and gently swirled his first digit around the rim of Danny's entrance. He grasped his thigh and pushed the younger man's legs further apart, opening him wide. Danny's breathing was wild, his hair a mess and clinging to his sweating forehead. His shirt rode up above his midriff, flaunting a flat stomach and a trail of dark, black hair. He bit his lip, a groan building in the back of his throat as Vlad pushed one, two, three fingers inside of him in sequence, pumping his cock and stretching him open simultaneously.

Danny's begging was becoming increasingly more incoherent and building in volume, prompting Vlad to lean down over him and quiet him with a quick kiss. "Quiet down, little badger. We're in my office, not my bed, and we haven't even gotten to the best part."

"Then fuck me, please," Danny groaned, pushing himself down onto Vlad's fingers.

The professor was happy to oblige. He tore open the condom, and, pinching the tip, rolled it over his girth. He fisted himself, coating his dick with lubricant, and lined himself up with Danny's entrance.

Danny jerked his head back as Vlad pushed in slowly, lighting his body on fire and making his dick pulse tenderly. He wrapped his legs around Vlad's waist, pushing his partner deeper in. Vlad's thrusts were slow at first, shallow and controlled so that Danny could become accustomed to his size. He ground his hips down against the younger man's ass, thrusting harder and deeper until he felt groan pull forth from his chest. He stuck his first two fingers into Danny's mouth to keep the younger man from getting to loud, and nearly came when Danny began to tongue the space between his digits.

Vlad could feel Danny start to tighten around him; the man was nearing his end, and Vlad was as well. Heat curled in his belly and flowed down into his balls. His dick throbbed, and he came just after Danny did, watching the younger man throw his head back as he spilled himself over his stomach.

He coaxed Danny up into a sitting position and held his chin up, tilting his head back so that he could press a gentle kiss to Danny's mouth. A bead of sweat dripped down his forehead; Vlad wiped it away with his thumb. He cleaned himself and Danny off, the latter of which was blushing and looked embarrassed that he came so quickly.

Vlad kissed him again; he could still hardly keep his hands off of him. "Would you like to do this again, Daniel?"

"Absolutely," Danny replied, still breathless. He shifted; he sore, but not uncomfortably so. In fact, if he shifted at the right angle, a tiny bloom of pain blossomed and replaced itself with a rather pleasurable sensation.

Vlad grinned, zipping his pants up. "Tonight, then. But this time, I believe dinner should come before fantasy. Meet me outside of my office at seven, and next time, we won't have to be quick about it."

A/N: Part two of two.