A/N: I'm baaaaccccckk! Miss me? Apparently writing two mega multi-chapter fics means I forget about everything else. Bad Sprite!

Okay, I was going to write Belle and Gold's date, but poor Dr Rush has been woefully neglected, so this chapter's for him. Fallout from the accidental sexting :)

If you're on tumblr, check out thatravenclawbitch's art that inspired this tale XD For some reason this site won't let me save the link in its entirety, but it's on Raven's blog under:

post/121722297034/belle-cant-be-the-only-student-that-lusts-after

The next day Belle had a spring in her step as she made her way to class. Ruby had gone on ahead, needing to get to the library to finish off a piece of prep work for Chemistry, and Belle was enjoying the feel of the sun on her face as she made the brief trip across campus from their apartment. She had not seen Rush since the unfortunate sexting incident, and she wanted to arrange a date with him for that weekend. Sneaking past Ruby was going to be a little more difficult, and she was hoping that her roommate would announce a date of her own. Belle wondered if she could convince Ruby to ask Victor out. He certainly seemed to have pressed all the right buttons for her, so it shouldn't be too difficult.

Students dodged around her, running to class and calling to one another in the corridors, and Belle swept along sedately, her books clutched to her chest. She made her way up to Rush's office, looking around quickly before knocking on the door.

"Yes?" snapped a voice from within, and Belle rolled her eyes. She pushed open the door to find him scrawling on a whiteboard, another two beside him, making it hard to reach the desk. He was clearly in the middle of something important; scraps of paper covered the walls around him, all with equations on, and there were books piled on the desk. The room was a mess, but he always seemed to know where to look for what he needed. His hair was rumpled, his stubble gleaming gold and silver in the sunlight streaming through the partly-opened blinds.

"State your business or get out!" he snapped, still engrossed in his work, and Belle sighed.

"Wow, way to make a girl feel welcome," she remarked, and Rush dropped the black marker in his hand, stumbling back from the whiteboard and turning to her.

"Oh, Belle." He ran a hand through his hair, looking embarrassed. "Sorry, I thought you were one of my freshmen. Little bastards keep coming up with pathetic excuses for not doing the work I set, and it's starting to piss me off."

"Starting?" echoed Belle, amused, and he grunted, rumpling his hair even more. He looked tired, his eyes shadowed, and she wondered if he'd gotten any sleep.

"Did you make it home last night?" she asked, and he looked uncomfortable.

"No. I got distracted. Nothing some good coffee won't fix."

"Better make it quick, then. You have class soon," she reminded him, and he sighed, squeezing the bridge of his nose to clear his eyes.

"Don't remind me," he said dryly. "Several hours of false hope, pitiful excuses and rising disappointment."

"Sounds like a really bad date," she observed, and he snorted in amusement.

"Don't mock my life, Miss French. Instead spare me from students who think they can coast in my class."

Belle giggled. "Anyway, I thought you might want to do something this weekend. How about it?"

He looked interested. "Aren't you seeing Gold?"

"Nope. I'm seeing him Thursday," she said, and he grinned wickedly.

"Maybe I should text him something. He appears to be having problems with technology at the moment, it should be funny."

Belle frowned. "Yes, I heard about your little stunt. You two need to stop trying to get one over on each other. This isn't a competition and I'm not a prize."

"Of course it's a competition," he said dismissively, and inclined his head. "And no, of course you're not a prize to be won, but this is more about our ridiculous posturing, I'm sorry to say."

He grinned as he said it, and Belle sighed.

"Look, just cut him a break," she said. "Do you realise there's now a rumour going around that you two are an item?"

Rush looked outraged.

"What? They actually think my taste is that bad?" He shook his head, snatching up a few papers from the pile that sat on his desk for grading.

"Bloody students," he muttered. "Total inability to pick up on the subtleties. It's this general lack of critical thinking that makes me want to tear my hair out when marking this crap!"

He threw down the papers with a scowl, and she put her hands on her hips, her frown deepening.

"Did you seriously just use Gold's accidental sexting to have a dig at the students?" she said dryly. "Rush, that's it. I'm taking you out this weekend. You need to get away from this place."

He blinked at her, seemingly lost for words.

"Alright," he said eventually, and she nodded.

"And if I hear about you teasing him again, there will be consequences," she added, and his mouth fell open a little.

"I - okay," he said then. There was a moment of silence, and he added. "What kind of consequences?"

There was a twinkle in his eye as he said it, the ghost of a grin on his face, and she could feel herself blush slightly.

"Terrible consequences," she said severely, wishing that she sounded more convincing. "Do we understand one another?"

"Perfectly, Miss French," he said solemnly, the tiny grin still on his face. Belle nodded.

"Good. Then I guess I'll see you later. Enjoy your classes, and try not to be too mean."

"Well, now you're asking for miracles," he said, showing his teeth, and she bit her lip in amusement, letting herself out of the door.

She was on her way to her second class of the day when Ruby caught up with her.

"Okay, I'm all done," she said, with obvious relief. "Gold can't yell at me, I'm prepared for anything!"

"Good, you can answer all the questions, then," remarked Belle, yawning. "I didn't sleep too well last night, to be honest."

"All work and no play makes Belle a tired girl," observed Ruby. "You need a break. Why don't we go out this weekend?"

"Don't you have a date?" asked Belle, and Ruby frowned.

"No. Why? Do you? Is it this mystery guy you think I don't know about?"

"I'm not seeing a mystery guy," sighed Belle, thinking that two mystery guys didn't count. "I just thought you were seeing Victor, that's all."

"Oh. Well, I guess I could," Ruby shrugged. "Saturday, maybe. How about you and I have girls' night out on Friday, do a crawl around the campus bars?"

Belle grinned. "Okay, but no shots this time. I'm not giving you a piggy-back home, alright?"

"Deal." Ruby grinned widely, bouncing up and down on her toes. They passed by the girls' bathroom, and their heads turned in surprise at the giggling coming from within. Brow furrowing, Ruby opened the door, and they found several of the sophomores crowded around the far wall.

"Pure artistry," sighed one of them, a girl with brown hair, gesturing to the wall.

"There's another one on the wall near the chem lab," added the blonde-haired girl beside her, looking over her shoulder at Belle and Ruby. "That one shows more of their junk, though."

Belle clapped her hand to her mouth to hold in her laughter. There was a picture on the wall, stick figures engaged in a sexual act. Stick figures that bore an odd resemblance to the two men she was currently sleeping with.

"Oh, good God!" breathed Ruby, grinning widely. "This is brilliant!"

Belle closed her eyes, trying not to laugh, and opened them as Ruby nudged her.

"Do you think it's true?" she asked. "Do you think they're really doing it?"

"God no!" said Belle, wishing she hadn't gone red. "This has to be some of their students trolling them."

"Yeah, it was me," said the blonde girl, shrugging. She held up a permanent marker, winking at them. "Professor Gold sexted Professor Rush, didn't you hear? Something about wanting to fuck him so hard he couldn't walk."

"Oh, don't forget about the tongue thing," put in her brunette friend. "You should totally draw that, Raven. Draw Gold giving Rush a blowjob, I dare you!"

"Good idea!" grinned the other girl, wiggling the permanent marker between her fingertips. "I'm gonna draw it on his whiteboard!"

They ran off, giggling, and Belle and Ruby looked at one another and burst out laughing.

Gold wasn't having a very good day. Ever since the incident in Rush's classroom, he had noticed a number of students giggling and whispering whenever he approached. Rumours of staff members dating each other were rife in the university, of course, but of all the people he had been paired with in the minds of his students before, the obnoxious Dr Rush had never featured. Gold scowled to himself as another pair of freshmen passed him in fits of the giggles. Still, he reflected, if they were talking about him and Rush, at least they wouldn't be spreading rumours about who he was actually sleeping with. So there was that.

He turned into the corridor where his chemistry classroom was located, and was surprised to find Rush there, arms folded, staring at the wall. Rolling his eyes, Gold approached, meaning to ask the man what the hell he was doing there when he had class in five minutes. As he drew nearer, his eyes were caught by the same thing that Rush was looking at. There was a drawing on the wall, a highly inappropriate drawing of two men with their pants down, one behind the other. Someone had clearly tried to clean it off at one corner, but the permanent marker was only slightly smudged. Both men had somewhat angry expressions and almost identical long hair, one with glasses, and…

"I think it's supposed to be us," said Rush calmly, and Gold could feel his blood boil.

"Who the hell did this?" he hissed, and Rush looked over his shoulder, amusement plain in his face.

"Well, if it's any consolation, they appear to have given you a slightly bigger penis," he said. "Perhaps they know of your insecurities in that area."

"What?" snapped Gold, and Rush chuckled softly. Gold looked over the picture again.

"Why the hell is there a pickle on a stick?" he asked helplessly, and Rush nudged his arm.

"I think that's meant to be your cane," he said. "You seem to be impaling me with it. I'm not sure I'd enjoy that, Rumford." He put his head to the side, as though he were studying the picture from a different angle. "Come to think of it, neither of us looks happy about this turn of events, do we?"

"Have these bloody students nothing better to do with their time?" demanded Gold, and Rush's grin widened.

"I believe there's another picture in the girls' bathroom, from what I hear being whispered in the corridors," he said. "So I guess they don't. Perhaps you need to set more homework."

Gold could feel his anger growing, and his mood was not improved by the approaching members of his first class of the afternoon. The giggling started almost immediately, and he turned on his heel with a furious look.

"Get inside that classroom!" he snapped, stabbing a finger at the doorway. "If I hear one word out of any of you that isn't directly related to the lesson I am about to teach, there will be consequences!"

The students' faces fell, their eyes widening, and Rush sighed.

"Isn't he hot when he's angry?" he said to the air, and slapped Gold's rear with a crack, winking at the students and sauntering off in the direction of the lecture halls. Gold stood there quivering, his left buttock smarting. The students looked as though they were unsure how to react, and he could see a couple of them going red from trying not to laugh.

"Get. Inside. Now!" he said through clenched teeth, and they filed into the classroom obediently, a few of them letting out snorts of amusement as they passed him. A roar of laughter suddenly went up from inside the classroom, and it died almost immediately, with students shushing one another. He took several deep breaths, trying to calm himself.

"You okay?" Belle's voice was like a balm to his soul, and he turned to face her. She pressed a hand to her mouth, trying to hold back the giggles.

"Oh my God!" she said, laughter bubbling out of her as she looked at the wall behind him. Gold scowled.

"Not you, too," he muttered, and she put a hand on his arm, her eyes sparkling.

"Yeah, there's one in the girls' bathroom, too," she said. "Don't worry about it. In a few weeks they'll have started spreading rumours about someone else."

"Not with Rush fanning the flames," growled Gold. "He slapped my arse and called me hot in front of my entire class just now."

Belle frowned. "Did he, indeed?" she said thoughtfully. "Well, well…"

"I need to go, anyway," added Gold, feeling harassed. "I have an entire class of students to teach, and it would be so much easier if your other boyfriend didn't keep humiliating me in front of them!"

Belle sighed. "Look, try not to let him get under your skin," she said, squeezing his arm. "We're still on for Thursday, right?"

Gold's face cleared a little.

"Right," he said gently, and she grinned and spun away from him, dark hair swinging as she made her way off down the corridor. Gold watched her go with a tiny smile on his face, feeling a little better. He pushed the classroom door open, and walked in to meet a tense, ominous silence. The students were all standing around the benches, their eyes wide and fixed on the wall behind him, but a few of them appeared to be shaking with suppressed mirth.

"Get your goggles on and burners lit, all of you," he said coldly. "We'll be continuing our work on distillation, so I hope you all did the reading for this class, and the written assignment I set." He threw his bag down on the desk, and the students eyed him nervously.

"Well?" he snapped. "Get on with it! What the hell are you all staring at?"

Most of them were looking at a point over his shoulder, so he turned around to face the whiteboard. His heart thumped high in his chest, his anger rising. Another of those blasted pictures adorned his whiteboard, the figures covering most of it. Whoever had done the thing would have had to stand on the fucking chair to do it! It was clearly supposed to be himself and Rush again, this time with him on his knees before the other man with his mouth open and…

Gold snatched up a board wiper, growling to himself. The students remained perfectly still behind him, the silence deafening. He swiped at the board uselessly, the picture remaining firmly in place. Permanent fucking marker. Wonderful.

Belle waited for the last class of the day to teach Rush the lesson she had promised. She had a free period then anyway, and although she had initially told Ruby to meet her in the cafeteria, she cried off, claiming that she needed to go to the library. She fully intended to, when the day was over, but in the meantime she made her way quickly to the lecture hall she knew he would be teaching in. The room was empty, and she heaved a sigh of relief before trotting down to the front, where the lectern stood, its light already on and ready for any notes the professor might be using. Rush never used notes to teach, which was one of the things that made him so fascinating to watch. He did, however, use his laptop and the projector to bring up the homework question, and she was counting on him using the lectern for that very purpose. She quickly slipped underneath it, the pale wood hiding her from view of any students that would be sitting in the rows of seats behind her. It seemed to take a long time before she heard the first sounds of people entering the lecture hall, and she sat back on her heels, hugging her knees to her chest, her excitement rising.

"Alright, bloody well settle down, all of you." Rush's voice made her belly crawl with desire, and silence fell as a set of footsteps made its way down to the front of the class. Belle watched as a pair of slim legs, clad in blue jeans, walked swiftly past her hiding place. There was a thump as Rush dropped his case on the desk beside the lectern, and a brief rustling as he pulled out his laptop and placed it on the lectern, fiddling with the plugs to bring up the projector. The legs reappeared, a heavy belt buckle fastening the jeans, and Belle grinned to herself, her mouth watering as she ran her eyes over Rush's crotch.

"Right, let's see how many of you actually did the bloody reading this time," she heard him say. "The cosmological constant: who can tell me what it is, and why it's important?" There was a slight pause. "Yes. Miss Winterborn."

A girl's voice spoke up, beginning her explanation of the significance of the cosmological constant, and Rush shifted his feet, spreading his legs a little. Belle leaned forwards a little, running her hands up his thighs, and he jumped back with a loud exclamation, bending over to look beneath the lectern. His wide eyes met Belle's and she grinned at him, pressing a finger against her lips. He gave her an incredulous look, and she wagged the finger from side to side, a tiny frown on her face, before raising one hand and giving her wrist a sharp tap with the other. Rush looked as though he was hovering somewhere between horror and amusement.

"Dr Rush?" Miss Winterborn's tentative voice cut through the moment, and Rush straightened up.

"Yes," he said vaguely. "Yes, that was - that was very good. Thank you. We'll get started."

Belle leaned forwards again, running the palms of her hands up his thighs once more. He only flinched momentarily this time, and she let her thumbs stroke over his balls through the blue denim, grinning as she heard his voice wobble. He had begun the lecture, and Belle wondered how long he would manage to hold on. She certainly had plans to be as distracting as possible. She could feel him hardening in his jeans, and she scraped her nails down his length, feeling him shudder and gasp. He resumed his lecture, launching into an explanation of the anthropic principle and its connection to dark energy, and Belle began slowly undoing his belt, drawing the thick leather through the solid buckle and opening it up, her fingers plucking at the button of his jeans. She gently drew the zipper down and pushed the denim aside, sliding her hand inside his underwear and squeezing. Rush stumbled over his words, his voice suddenly high.

"Dr Rush?" A voice piped up, dripping with fake concern, which Belle recognised as that of the blonde-haired girl who had done the drawings of Rush and Gold. "Dr Rush, are you sure you're okay? You seem a little - flustered."

"I'm fine!" he snapped. "Since you're so concerned for my welfare, why don't you tell me about how Vilenkin expanded on Weinberg's principle?"

There was a flicker of light as he brought up a Powerpoint slide for the students to view while the girl launched into her explanation, and Belle licked her lips, tugging his underwear down so that his cock was exposed. He was warm and smooth, his skin soft as silk over the hardness beneath, and she leaned forwards, allowing her hot breath to drift over him. He jerked slightly, and she grinned, running her tongue up his length, enjoying the taste of his salt on her tongue. Rush made a strangled sort of sound in the back of his throat.

"Please!" he whispered under his breath, and Belle caught his eye from beneath the lectern, enjoying the look of desperation on his face.

"I like it when you beg," she said softly, and his face twisted in a mixture of agony and amusement. She bent her head to him again, her tongue curling under his balls before stroking up the shaft and wrapping itself around the head. Rush closed his eyes, breathing heavily through his nose, his jaw tight with strain.

"Are you sure you're okay, Dr Rush?" Belle recognised the voice of the brown-haired girl that had been in the bathroom earlier. "You look - like you're in pain, or something."

"I'm - I'm fine!" gasped Rush, his legs trembling. "I have - I have a cramp, that's all."

"Want me to get help?" inquired the blonde girl. "Professor Gold looks pretty handy. I bet he could give you some - relief."

Sniggers ran around the lecture hall, and Belle imagined that Rush was glaring at them all.

"No more talking unless it's related to the lesson!" he snapped. "Copy down this question, all of you!"

The light flickered again, and there was the sound of dozens of pens scribbling. Belle ran the tip of her tongue around the underside of the head of his cock, drawing the flat of it over the head and licking up the fluid she found there. She made a tiny noise of pleasure in the back of her throat, and she could feel his muscles tensing, his limbs shaking beneath her hands that gripped his thighs. Belle opened her mouth, taking him inside and sliding her lips down until his hair tickled her nose. Rush let out a low, guttural groan as she began to move, her lips sliding over him, her cheeks hollowing around him.

"Dr - Dr Rush?" said one of the students tentatively. "You really don't look well."

"I'm fine, Mr Locksley, thank you," panted Rush, and Belle giggled a little, her throat closing up around him and making the air hiss through his teeth.

"You should stretch out the cramp," persisted the student. "Is it in your leg? I can help…"

"Stay. In. Your. Seat!" growled Rush, and Belle redoubled her efforts, her tongue sliding against him, her hand rising up to grip him, applying more pressure, moving in time with her mouth. He was shuddering now, his cock hard and stiff in her mouth, and she slipped her other hand inside his underwear, cupping his balls, her fingers stroking against him, pressing against the smooth flesh behind. She knew he was close, that he was coming, and she sucked him hard, quickening her pace, feeling him shake, hearing his breath whistle through his nose. He came hard, his belly tightening as he threw his head back with a muffled groan, his cock pulsing, salty fluid spurting into her mouth and running down her throat in hot, thick rivulets. She sucked at him, her fingers slipping out of his underwear and digging into his thighs as her lips pulled at him. She could feel the tension leaving him, his muscles relaxing, his limbs going heavy as she swallowed him down, her tongue wrapping around his softening cock and making him jerk. Finally she let him slip from her mouth, placing a kiss to the tip as she leant back, and Rush's body sagged a little, his knees bending once before pushing himself upright.

"Right," he said breathlessly. "Alright, then. My apologies, that was - unexpected. Where were we?"

"We copied down the homework," ventured one of the students. "Does that mean we can go early? Since you're ill, and all?"

"What?" Belle heard him run a hand over his chin, his stubble rasping. "I'm not…"

She pinched his leg, making him start, and he muttered something under his breath.

"Oh, fine! Bugger off, the lot of you!" he said aloud. "I'll send you full notes on the bloody lecture. Leave your homework assignments on your desks, I'll collect them in. Class dismissed!"

The noise in the lecture hall intensified, the rustle of clothing and stamping of feet on the stairs as the students left, and the door shut behind the last of them, the sound echoing through the room. Rush bent over, giving Belle a stern look that made her want to giggle.

"You," he said calmly. "Are a very, very bad girl, Miss French."

"I did warn you," she said primly, and held up her hands for him to take. He pulled her up, onto her toes, and she stamped her feet a few times to work out the stiffness. She twined her arms around his neck, grinning up at him, and he shook his head fondly.

"Did you learn a lesson today?" she teased, and he snorted.

"Well, I didn't bloody teach one, that's for sure," he remarked, and inclined his head. "But very well. I shall try not to take the piss out of Gold too much in future."

"Good." She kissed him, and he ran his hands over her hips, tugging her close before he pulled back.

"He does make it fucking easy, though," he added, and she frowned at him, so he sighed and nodded. "Alright, alright, I'll try to behave."

"Thank you." She kissed him again, and dropped back on her heels. "Saturday night then, Rush. You can teach me a lesson, if you want."

She winked at him, pulling away from him, and walked from the room, swinging her hips. Rush watched her go with what he knew was a stupid grin on his face. Saturday couldn't come soon enough.

A/N: If anyone wants to know what was drawn on Gold's whiteboard, it can be found at thatravenclawbitch's tumbr page under post/136064664664/unrequited-part-two