A/N: Collab with one of my best friends. First multi chapter project in awhile, so bear with us and enjoy :3 It will take a little while to get to ZagaHaku, so just sit tight

Hakuryuu Ren reluctantly dragged himself into the school building after the car dropped him off. Something about having to transfer schools every time the family company relocated or expanded was really starting to grate his nerves. Luckily, he had found an emotional release through art work.

With a quick glance around the halls, Hakuryuu made his way toward the front office. The lady who worked the front desk was helpful enough. She pointed him to the Dean of Students' office and reminded him to adjust his tie. Ah, the wonders of private school. With a nod and a 'thank you,' he slung his bag over his shoulder and made an attempt to fix his tie as he left the main office and walked to the Dean of Students' office.

Once there, he knocked on the door and stepped back. The Dean welcomed him and led him inside. Well, more like pulled him inside, which Hakuryuu was not too fond of, and sat him down in a plush chair that was orange and looked like something left over from the 70s. The dull green wallpaper was chipped and faded and ugly. Hakuryuu tried, he really did, to pay attention to what the Dean was saying but it was so hard when the room he was seated in was absolutely nauseating. He'd never understand American décor.

After the Dean finished talking, he vigorously shook Hakuryuu's hand,—unwanted contact, I remind you handed him a schedule, and sent him on his way. Hakuryuu was happy to leave and head to his first class, Literature. He was even happier knowing that they were studying a book that he had already read and could just zone out and doodle during the class.

After English and History came lunch, which Hakuryuu spent investigating the school building. He came across a library that was empty, save for two students on a laptop and the Librarian. He was happy to slip into the back and draw until the bell rung at the end of lunch. Math passed by quickly enough. He caught up on the chapter and was given an introductory quiz so the teacher could find out whether he'd need tutoring or not. The teacher was satisfied with the score and decided that Hakuryuu could just jump in with the rest of the students.

Finally, last period rolled around. Hakuryuu had been excited for this one. Art, where he could draw and not risk getting in trouble. He slipped in with the other students and took an empty seat in that back.

The class was held in one of the very last rooms in the particular corridor and very easy to find. From the hall, it looked just like any ordinary classroom. Hakuryuu knew better than to underestimate art classes, even if his previous teachers hadn't been particularly eccentric.

The walls of the classroom were painted in all sorts of vibrant colors and it appeared to be just splattered on in a few places. All in a fairly brilliant artistic fashion. The rest of the students had filed in and sat down in their seats, already getting out their supplies. They paid little attention to the newcomer, taking out their sketchpads and the like.

At last, a tall, thin man walked in through the door. Shoulder length, wavy blond hair with soft green highlights. He seemed to be very well dressed, a loose sweater with the sleeves rolled up halfway and nice tight fitting slacks that clung to his hips. "Okay class. Feel free to work on your own projects as planned." His eyes scanned the room before they picked out the raven sitting all alone towards the back. "Ah yes, we have a new student today too. Be a peach and come up here to introduce yourself."

Hakuryuu had previously been spacing out but jumped slightly when he realized everyone was looking at him, including the teacher. Ah, he must've missed the teacher talking to him. "I'm sorry, sir, could you repeat that?" Hakuryuu fidgeted with the pencil in his hand and looked away. He felt awkward having most of the class looking at him like that. He could've sworn he heard the kid in the front with the long hair murmur something and snicker a little.

"I said to come up here and introduce yourself." He glared at the long haired boy in the front that had muttered under his breath and snickered. "And I heard that Judal. Be nice."

"Yea, yea, sure Zagan." The long haired boy snorted and propped his feet up on the desk, leaning back in his chair carelessly as he stretched his arms behind his head and yawned. "Just get that loser to introduce himself so I can sleep."

The teacher rolled his eyes, glancing back towards Hakuryuu and gesturing for him to get up and come forward. "Don't mind him, he's crabby. Just come up here and tell us your name."

Hakuryuu cleared his throat and stood up. He walked to the front and flinched slightly. Everyone was still looking at him. "Hakuryuu Ren," he introduced himself and bowed slightly. Ah, this was America, not Asia. He probably just made a fool of himself. At least he didn't say something like 'I look forward to learning with everyone.'

The teacher looked him over as he walked to the front of the classroom. The boy was admittedly rather short, but he wasn't about to say anything about it. Everyone looked short compared to a tall man like himself. "Very nice. And may I ask what got you interested in pursuing art?"

The words spun around in his head. It was a simple question, really, it was, but it had a million answers. He was frozen in place for what could've been an eternity, but was really only a few seconds. Their eyes will still locked on him. He took a deep breath and calmed himself. Turning his head to face the teacher, Hakuryuu sighed. "It's personal." He shrugged and walked back to his seat.

"Fair enough." He patted his shoulder and allowed him to take his seat again. "I'll give you a few days to get comfortable in class before I test your abilities. Feel free to relax in the meantime. The rest of you will continue to work on your projects until thursday. We shall begin a new lesson then."

Hakuryuu spent the rest of the period aimlessly doodling. He occasionally peeked up through his bangs to the front of the room. Really, there was something about that teacher. It wasn't necessarily a bad thing, but definitely something. Everything about the way he stood and talked radiated confidence. Hakuryuu puffed his cheeks and went back to doodling.

He had started walking around to take a look at what the other students were working on. He occasionally stopped by one of the other classmates and corrected them. Zagan had gone back to his desk at the front of the room afterwards. He sat back in his chair and idly took attendance on the computer, his eyes scanning the room for missing students. That done, he whipped out a sketchpad he kept in one of the drawers.

When the bell rang, the students filed out. The kid with the long hair, Judal, if he recalled, and himself were the last two students to leave. The bell had jolted Judal awake and he quickly packed his stuff and headed for the door. Hakuryuu had taken one step out of the classroom as Judal made it a point to shove Hakuryuu out of the way so he could leave. Judal laughed at the look on his victim's face and continued on his way.

A few days had passed and it was soon the day of the test that Zagan had promised. Rain was forecasted the entire day, in fact it was supposed to pour for a good part of it too. The entire school was dim, most of the light came through the many windows in the building and on a gloomy day such as this, there wasn't much sunlight to be found. There were still actual lights to illuminate the school, but it really could never beat the bright rays of the sun shining through.

The rain always made Hakuryuu sleepy, so he wasn't surprised when he woke up late and barely got to school on time. He nearly got soaked when the car pulled away. He cringed at the dirty spray of water as he tried to dodge it. He ran inside, sketchbook tucked inside his jacket. The book was far too precious for him to just let it get wet. He shook his hair out when he got inside the building and looked around. Students were already heading to their first classes.

He quickly deposited his jacket into his locker and grabbed his books before racing to Literature. There was a quiz on the chapters they had been assigned to read. After finishing, Hakuryuu went back to spacing out. He felt drowsy while listening to the sound of the rain. His eyes wandered to the windows where he watched the rain fall. He was barely aware as History, Lunch, and Math passed by. The day was almost over.

He walked slowly to Art. He slipped inside as the bell rang and took his seat in the back. Everyone else took their seats silently. They all looked a little worn out from the day, but they probably had more strenuous classes to deal with. Zagan shortly came in and greeted the class before sending them off to work on their own things. He took attendance before he got up again and walked toward Hakuryuu's desk.

"Ready for your test, Haku-chan?" He leaned down to his eye level, smirking a little.

"Tch, please. That loser has the artistic sense of a stump. You'd be better off kicking him out of here." Judal's voice came from across the room loudly.

A chorus of laughter sounded through the class. A few students tried to muffle their laughter. Judal smirked. Hakuryuu sighed. He mumbled something in Chinese and looked back at Zagan. "I'm ready."

"Follow me. Bring your sketchpad too." Zagan turned away from him and led him into the small office off to the back of the room, glaring over his shoulder at Judal, who had quickly joined in with his classmates' laughing fit.

Hakuryuu did as he was told and followed Zagan. He placed his sketchpad down on the desk and stood near a chair.

He closed the door behind them and motioned for him to take a seat. "Okay, I want you to draw the very first thing that comes to your mind." He stood behind the chair he had motioned to, resting his arms over the back of it.

Hakuryuu sat and looked around the office. At least the art teacher knew how to decorate and how to use complimentary colors. He almost missed the directions while looking at the room. Whatever came to mind first? He closed his eyes and cleared his mind. When an image came to mind, he grabbed his sketchpad and a pencil and started sketching the garden of his home. The large manor he called home had been back in China. it burnt down nearly 10 years ago. He had been born there. He played with his siblings there. He recalled warm spring and summer evenings spent staring up at the stars with Ei, Ren, and Yuu.

That garden held some of his most precious childhood memories. It had been set up to look like a natural stream flowed through it. In the spring, wildflowers grew along side it. A tall willow tree leaned over the fake stream and it's longer limbs caressed the water's surface. He drew in every detail he could remember.

He was tempted to draw himself and his siblings laying down in the grass in the center of the picture but refrained from doing so. It was far too personal to add such an element to something that was a test. Instead, he drew a random person standing in the middle, facing the sky. It almost looked like he was crying, and maybe he was.

Zagan watched him carefully, looming over his shoulder. He took in the individual lines as they were drawn and connected to the others. He almost smiled when he realized that it was meant to be a peaceful garden. Almost smiled. He looked it over for a minute longer before he cleared his throat and stood up straight again.

"Not bad. Your technique leaves a lot to be desired though." He clicked his tongue a bit with a sigh. "But I suppose that's good enough for now. You should be up to speed with the rest of the class."

Hakuryuu nodded and closed his book. He ran his fingers over the spine of his sketchbook before lightly tapping them on the cover. "What's the current assignment?"

"We're not starting the next lesson until tomorrow." He opened the door again, holding it open for him. "You can just continue working on that piece until then." The classroom was quiet as they waited for Hakuryuu to walk out of the office.

"Yo, teacher! Did he fail? Can I kick his ass out?" Judal was the first to pipe up when they entered the room again, already standing up from his seat and making his way over to the raven, obviously intent on kicking him out despite what the answer was.

Zagan rolled his eyes and stood in front of Hakuryuu, guarding him like he had gotten used to it. "No, he passed. Take your seat and get back to work." Judal pouted and glared past him at Hakuryuu before scoffing and returning to his seat.

Hakuryuu smirked in response to Judal's glare then composed himself and took his seat. He silently worked on his drawing, adding in a few details he realized he missed.

Judal lazily colored his drawing. He kept glancing back at the new kid. What a pain! And Zagan seemed to like him. Judal huffed and started scribbling roughly. He didn't really care. Zagan would pass him, anyway. And if he didn't, he'd just offer to suck his dick or something for extra credit.

While drawing the garden, Hakuryuu found himself caught up in another memory. He flipped the page and started sketching the guidelines of Hakuyuu's face. He closed his eyes and pictured his passionate eyes, strong jaw line, slightly sloped nose. Hakuyuu had nice lips. Hakuryuu smiled slightly remembering the way those lips would curl into a smile. He filled in almost every detail but left the eyes blank. Eyes. They all had their mother's eyes. He hated those eyes.

Zagan watched both of them return to their desks before he did the same, going back to the front of the room. He pulled out his sketchbook again and opened it. He lifted a pencil and started to draw, glancing up at the rest of the class once in awhile. Though otherwise he was rather absorbed in his work.

When the bell rang, Hakuryuu quickly got his things together and raced out of the classroom before Judal could do anything. Judal ha made it a habit to trip or shove Hakuryuu when he was 'in his way.' Judal tossed his book on Zagan's desk and left the classroom.

Hakuryuu got his things from his locker and headed outside. The car was waiting for him about a block away. He slid in and the driver took him home. Hakuryuu ran up to his room as soon as he got home.

Zagan jumped a bit when the loud clatter of the sketchpad hitting his desk jolted him back into reality. He glanced up just in time to see Judal smirk at him before he turned away and left the classroom. Tch, such a little scamp, trying to use his good looks to get by in class. He idly flipped it open, his eyes scanning over the sketches boredly. As always, they depicted war and chaos, something he was honestly not interested in. Vibrant pictures of people in their death throes.

He sighed and typed away at his computer. He supposed he shouldn't be too picky since the long haired raven hardly ever did any work in the first place. The next day, during lunch, Hakuryuu actually went to the lunch room. He had purchased something small from a vending machine and was about to leave when an arm was slung over his shoulder.

"Hey, buddy!" Judal greeted. "How's the drawing? You should let me see it!"

Hakuryuu flinched and pulled away. Judal looked at him through narrowed eyes, as if he had been wrong for pulling away. "A-ah... I'm sorry. It's a natural reaction. I don't really like physical contact..." Hakuryuu apologized and bowed slightly.

Judal smirked and shrugged. "No harm done, my man! So about those drawings~?"

Hakuryuu sat at an empty table and Judal plopped down next to him. Hakuryuu hesitantly opened up to a more finished sketch. Judal 'oohed' and snatched the sketchpad. "H-hey!" Hakuryuu protested as Judal flipped through the pages. "Well whadayya know! You can draw! Zagan must've been impressed!"

Hakuryuu frowned and shook his head. "I'm not that good, and he said that, too."

Judal scoffed. "Teachers aren't always right, ya know..."

Hakuryuu shrugged and looked away. Judal snatched a loose drawing and folded it quickly, placing it in his bag. What a loser this kid was! He'd have fun with this one.

Lunch ended and Math went by quickly. Hakuryuu made his way to the art room. Students once again clamored into the art class, talking excitedly amongst themselves about what the new lesson would be. It had been awhile since the last lesson and they were eager to learn. Hakuryuu sat down in the back again, by himself. He still didn't feel entirely comfortable around his classmates, especially with the long haired raven having spent the last few days teasing him and now suddenly was trying to be all friendly around him.

It made him suspicious, especially when he sat down in the seat next to him at the table in the back. "Uh, isn't your seat up there?" Hakuryuu timidly pointed back up to the front of the class, at the seat that the other raven had usually occupied.

"Psh, we can sit wherever we want." He kicked his feet up on the table and stretched. "Besides, I suppose you're just good enough to be worth being friends with."

"Uh...thanks? I guess." Hakuryuu glanced away shyly before he focused back up front.

Zagan soon came in and started the lesson. The entire class paid attention, aside from Judal. he was drifting in and out of sleep, hardly interested in what was being said. Halfway through the period, Judal was snoring away. Hakuryuu worked diligently until he came to a part he had to keep erasing. He looked around an was happy to see Zagan walking around. When he was close enough, Hakuryuu asked him for help.

He heard his name being called and turned to Hakuryuu, coming to a stop behind him. "Yes? What can I help you with?" He glanced over the raven's drawing, noticing the many eraser shavings that were brushed off to the side of the desk.

Hakuryuu coughed and pouted. "Do you think you can show me how to do this part? It's giving me problems..."

"Show me how you're trying to do it first." He glanced into his eyes. "So I can correct your technique."

Hakuryuu nodded and gave his best attempt. It actually came out looking a little better, but far from good enough. He sighed and looked up at Zagan.

Zagan hummed a bit as he watched. "Oh, well that's a simple mistake." He took the eraser and carefully erased the part he was having trouble on. "Like this, okay?" He placed his hand lightly over Hakuryuu's drawing hand, slowly guiding it.

Hakuryuu relaxed and watched carefully. Ah, what a stupid mistake. He nodded and smiled slightly. "Thanks. I get it now." He blinked and looked at Zagan's hand on his. How odd that he didn't flinch away from his touch. He was close, too.

"See? Its easy." His hand lingered over his for a moment longer before he pulled back away with a wink. Judal woke up from his light nap just before he pulled away, blinking bleary eyes open. He rubbed them a bit, thinking he was just seeing things. By the time he was finished, Zagan had already broke contact with Hakuryuu and was busily helping another student.

"Eh? What's going on?" Judal could hardly keep himself from yawning.

Hakuryuu turned to face Judal. "Ah... He was just showing me how to draw something. How's your project coming?"

"I can finish it later. I'd rather sleep." Judal waved his hand with another yawn. "Class work is for pussies anyway."

Hakuryuu nodded and went back to working. When the period ended, everyone filed out but Judal lingered around. "Am I passing for the semester~?" he questioned as he sat on Zagan's desk.

Zagan looked up when the raven sat down on his desk, half straddling it in an obvious attempt to get a reaction out of him. "You are for now, but keep slacking off and I'll have to drop your grade. You can stop sitting like that."

Judal pouted. "You're so cruel. I get my work done! Why do you treat me different than everyone else?" He leaned forward slightly and sighed. "I'm not that bad of a student, Zagan..."

"You're always sleeping in class. How do you expect to learn anything?" Zagan leaned back away from him. "You might be passing the assignments, but your participation is class really could be better."

"How about I make it up to you~?" he purred and slid off the desk and got on his knees in front of the teacher. "Think of it as extra credit~"

Zagan closed his legs, glaring down at him. "That's not gonna work, Judal. You should know that by now."

Judal pouted again and whined. "But teacher~ I promise I'll be a good boy~" He licked his lips and placed his one hand on Zagan's thigh. "I'll do anything..."

Zagan growled under his breath. "I said no, Judal." He brushed the hand off of his thigh irritably. "You're going to miss the bus."

"I think you'd benefit from having me suck you off~ You've been so stressed lately... Wouldn't you like just a little release? Hmm~?" He leaned forward and pressed his lips to Zagan's pants, right above his groin.

"Yes, but I don't need your help to do it. Besides, you definitely won't be getting anywhere out here." The sides of the desk weren't exactly covered up so anyone could come in on them. He stood up and pushed Judal away before he started retreating into his office. He really hoped the raven would get the hint and stop bothering him.

Judal, unfortunately, got the wrong idea. He took it as a sign to follow since the office was more private. Zagan groaned as he heard the other's footsteps trailing behind him on the way to his office. He rubbed his temples from the aggravation of it all.

"You're really serious about this, aren't you?"

"As a plague..." he replied and wrapped his arms around the teacher's waist. "I need this... Or I risk getting left back..."

He sighed and brushed him off again so he could sit down in his office chair. "And you aren't leaving until you get what you want, right?"

"I-I mean... If you really don't wanna help me..." He bit his lip and looked away. C'mon Zagan... I know you're not heartless... Take the bait... He turned toward the door and held his breath.

Zagan let out a slow breath, as if thinking it over. "...Fine, but this does not leave the classroom, you hear me?"

Judal was glad he wasn't facing Zagan because the grin that split across his face was a dead giveaway. He coughed and went back to looking dejected and turned around. "Really?" He took a step forward. He should've taken drama. "It won't, I swear."

"This is a one time only thing, got it?" Zagan knew he should've refused, but arguing with Judal was extremely tiring and after a long day of teaching, he really wasn't up to it. "Just close the door for me."

Judal nodded and went to close the classroom door before returning to the small office. He gestured to the office door. He really didn't want to take any chances with being caught.

"Close that door too." Zagan rested back in his chair, brushing a hand across his face.

He did so and sashayed over to Zagan before sitting on his lap. He ran a hand down Zagan's chest before leaning forward and pressing his lips lightly against the teacher's.

Zagan breathed in and ever so slightly kissed back, arching his chest up into his touch reflexively. He tried to keep his hands to himself as much as he could. He wasn't about to start fucking the student too. The blowjob was already wrong in itself.

Judal pulled back and slid off Zagan's lap before sinking to his knees. He ran his hands up and down Zagan's thighs a few times before bringing eager fingers up to undo his belt. Zagan watched him, shuddering at how Judal just slid off of his lap like he had been doing it his entire life. Given the raven's looks, he could very easily convince anyone with such behavior. He let out a breath and rested his hand over Judal's head, threading his fingers through his hair.

Judal unbuttoned and unzipped Zagan's pants and ran his fingers over his groin through his boxers. He licked his lips and slipped Zagan's cock out of his underwear. "Wow, teacher~ You're big~" he purred.

"Yea, I know." His face was slightly red as the raven fished his cock out from his boxers, looking at it with clear admiration. "Just get this over with, okay?" He was already partially hard in Judal's hands, a definite sign that his teasing worked.

Judal hummed and started to stroke Zagan's cock. "Kinda wish I asked for more than giving you a blowjob..." he commented and started lapping at the head. He liked the feeling of Zagan hardening in his hand.

"The blowjob is far enough." He muttered under his breath with a groan as Judal licked at him slowly, sending pleasurable tingles along his erection. "This is already against school policy."

"When have I ever cared about school policy. They've nearly kicked me out twice this year... Plus no one's gonna catch us, Zagan..." He sighed and started pumping Zagan's erection roughly. "Mmm~ your cock would fit so deliciously inside me~" he purred before taking him in his mouth.

He growled a bit when Judal went back to pumping at him again slowly. "Quit talking like that. The answer is still gonna be no." He tried not to buck his hips up when he felt the other's hot mouth engulf him, easily taking in the head of his cock.

"Everyone's already left for the day! Who's going to catch us?" Judal gestured at the closed office door for emphasis with his free hand.

"No. The blowjob is bad enough. I don't need to start having sex with minors just for extra credit purposes." He shook his head slowly. "No, just continue the blowjob and be done with it, okay?"

Judal huffed and rolled his eyes. "Says the guy who's been ogling the new student since he got here..." he mumbled before returning his mouth to sucking Zagan's dick.

"I have not." He dug his fingers lightly into Judal's scalp, as if to punish him for such an idiotic thought. "Besides, I always pay attention to the newer students because they need help settling in. Unlike you who already had half a year to settle in."

Judal pulled back again to stare at Zagan. He shook his head and sighed. "Just let me ride you. You won't even have to do anything~" he smirked and ran a finger down Zagan's shaft.

"I really should not be fucking my students. So the answer is still no." He shivered as he felt Judal trace a finger down his cock. "Just finish the blowjob." Zagan was still very hard, thanks to the raven's touch.

Judal hummed and went back to sucking off Zagan. It really shouldn't matter, as long as he got the extra credit he wanted. He moved his tongue against the head and bobbed his head a little. He spread his legs out a little, slumping down into the chair as he groaned. The boy really was good at this, but he still had the nagging thought that he was taking advantage of the student's willingness.

Judal leaned forward with his hands on Zagan's thighs. He started to bob his head more, pressing his tongue against the underside of the shaft.

Zagan shuddered and pressed the other's head down further onto him. "This is still a one time thing. If you want a good grade after this, you're going to have to earn it by doing your work."

Judal nodded while still bobbing his head. Work? Yea right! Judal definitely wasn't going to let this be a one time thing. This was his free ticket to passing the year. And he may have lied about failing his other classes. He was just passing Phys Ed and barely passing math, but he was acing history and by passing art, he wouldn't have to worry about summer school. Besides, who wanted to go to summer school for art? He certainly didn't.

The blond was so far unaware of Judal's plans, but how could he really be aware of anything while he was getting an admittedly great blowjob? He shook his head. He really shouldn't be thinking like that. No matter how good Judal was at it, he still needed to do his work to pass. Zagan wasn't about to make an exception.

Judal relaxed his tongue and took in more of the teacher's cock. He resisted the urge to gag and continued sucking. He slipped on of his hands off Zagan's thigh and brought it down to palm himself through his pants.

Zagan moaned a bit as his cock sunk deeper down the teen's throat. "Heh, at this rate you might be able to take it all in." Not exactly an easy feat by any standard. The blond was quite big.

Judal smirked around Zagan's cock. That sounded an awful lot like a challenge. He sucked a little harder before taking a deep breath through his nose and taking in more. He let out a small whine around the cock in his mouth as he continued to palm himself. He was dying to ditch his pants.

He hissed that time, the raven had already taken in over half of his cock. He moved up slightly against his mouth as he pushed the other's head down further, grunting at the small whine that vibrated around him. Had he not been so drowned in pleasure, he'd surely hate himself for doing this.

Judal made a slight gagging sound and looked up at Zagan with watery eyes. He clumsily tried to undo his own belt with the hand that had been palming his cock. He felt the leather slip from the buckle and fumbled with the button and zipper of his pants.

Zagan eased up on him when he heard the soft gag, pulling his hand off of the other's head. "Sorry. Getting ahead of myself." he apologized quietly, glancing down at him sheepishly. He couldn't see the other fumbling around with his own pants, the rest of the boy's body covering it up.

Judal nodded and went back to sucking. He was good at giving a blowjob, but big dicks needed to be taken slowly. He finally managed to get his pants open and down around his knees. He worked on pulling his boxers down next, rubbing against his own erection as he did.

He rested his head back against his chair, closing his eyes as he focused more on the other's hungry sucking. The raven really must've been desperate about the extra credit, desperate to please him. In a sense, he could respect that.

Judal finally got his boxers around his knees with his pants. He continued to bob his head up and down, taking a little more of Zagan's cock into his mouth and starting to pump his own cock. Zagan groaned again, bucking his hips again. He was starting to get close to release, as much as he hated to think that a student had managed to get him this aroused in the first place.

Judal prevented himself from gagging this time when Zagan's cock was pushed down his throat as the teacher bucked his hips. Judal tried to just go with it and take more of him. He sucked eagerly and pressed his tongue to the underside of the shaft.

He pushed a little further down Judal's throat before pausing again to make sure he wasn't completely choking him with his length. "I'm getting close...just thought I should warn you.."

Judal nodded and bobbed his head some more. Good boys swallowed, after all. He craved release, too, though. He glanced around while sucking on Zagan and pumping himself. A paintbrush with decently thick handle caught his attention. He reluctantly stopped pumping himself so he could grab it. He reached between his legs, spreading his knees slightly, and rubbed the rounded handle against his opening.

Zagan didn't push his length any further down the youth's throat, fearing that he really would start choking him if he went any deeper. He had yet to notice what Judal was doing to himself, being so focused on his own release.

Judal inserted the paintbrush handle and started to push it deep inside himself. Once he got comfortable, he started to move it in and out, pushing deeper. A small moan escaped his lips as he continued to move the paintbrush and suck off Zagan.

The other's moan vibrated around his cock, sending a shudder down the blond's back. He tangled his fingers into the other's hair. "Almost there, Judal..."

Judal moved his head a little faster. Hello, extra credit! He started moving the paintbrush faster, too.

Zagan bit his lip before he started to release down the raven's throat. He slowly opened his eyes and glanced down at him, wincing when he saw what he was doing with one of his favorite paintbrushes. "Oh come on, don't use it like that..."

Judal swallowed Zagan's cum and pulled away. He licked his lips and looked up at the teacher. Honestly, he almost missed that comment. Judal scoffed and started pushing it in deeper. "But it feels good..." he protested with a whine.

"God...its not a dildo." He looked away from him with another wince. "T-Take it out. That's one of my favorite brushes." God, I dunno if I even want to use it again.

Judal rolled his eyes but didn't stop. "Calm down, Zagan... I'll get my boyfriend to buy you a new one... Aah... Feels good~"

"You still shouldn't be sticking it up your ass in the first place. I paid good money for that brush." Zagan continued looking away from him, shuddering as he heard him continue to moan.

"I'll only- ah- stop if you replace it with s-something else..." he managed between gasps and muffled moans.

"No, I'm not fucking you." He zipped his pants back up with a glare.

Judal whined. "Fine then... I'll enjoy having this paintbrush up my ass..."

Zagan winced as he started being able to hear the paintbrush slide in and out of the other. "Ugggggh, now its gonna have butt juice all over it...gross!" He made a disgusted face.

Judal stopped and stared at Zagan for a minute before he burst out in a fit of laughter. "Oh my God, Zagan! You're so OCD! Do you even really know how gay you sounded just now?!" Judal pulled the paintbrush out with a whine. "Not horny anymore, thank you~" He tossed the brush to the side and stood up before fixing himself.

Zagan's face flushed once he realized what he had just said. "S-Shut up. You're the one shoving it up your ass in the first place!"

"Whatever you say, Captain Butt Juices~ I'll see you in class on Monday~" Judal flashed Zagan a grin before grabbing his school bag and heading out of the room. Zagan pouted and watched him leave. There was no way he could live that nice little phrase down, not when he had made the mistake of saying it to Judal, of all people.