this was supposed to be the final chapter but it was getting too long

"He was always bugging me to…! ...hang out...and when I say no he acts like I've done something wrong! Like I'm not allowed to have a life?! And now that she's there he just-!"

"Malcolm...you have...been...bitching...about Reese...for the...last...45 minutes."

It was true.

"What's...the big...deal? You...always...ignore…everyone...when you...get a...girlfriend."

"No, I don't."

Stevie rolled his eyes.

A few days ago he was thinking about 'breaking it off' with Reese and now he was consumed with jealousy.
Sure, he had managed to make a 'boyfriend' out of his teacher but he always thought he surpassed Reese in the social skills department, thus always having a greater chance of getting a date. Since they started screwing around he figured he would be the first to get a girlfriend. He had Herkabe but it didn't count because he couldn't go out in public with his teacher.

XxX

"Very good work, Mr. Wilkerson. Care to show the proper equation for atmospheric pressure on the board?"

Malcolm scribbled the six-letter equation on the board.

"And a simple substitution of this, can get you the equation for dry air." Malcolm pointed at the letter 'P' with the chalk.

Herkabe rose from his desk and took a step towards Malcolm.

"Interesting. What would balance out the top and bottom altitude," he finished, taking another step.

"The top pressure minus the bottom pressure, which looks like this when written in differential form."

He finished writing the equation on the board just as he felt Herkabe press up against him.

The door was locked but having something to give the appearance of teaching/studying was important.

It's also their [sick] form of foreplay.

"And which one represents the change in pressure?" He pressed his growing erection against his student.

"This. And..." His voice trailed off because Herkabe was kissing his neck.

"Very good. Someone's going to get an A…" He reached around and squeezed Malcolm through his pants.

They stumbled around groping and smooching until Herkabe had Malcolm pinned on his desk. He opened his student's pants and found he hadn't risen for the occasion.

"Not up for the challenge, Mr. Wilkerson?"

"Sorry, I just...have a lot on my mind."

"What is it?" After the bitter taste of the caring inquisition passed, he recalled his ploy. "Problems at home?"

Malcolm sat up. "No," he lied. "Why would you think that?"

"What is it then?" He only intended to ask but now it became a matter of urgency.

Does he actually have feelings for his brother...still?

"Nothing. School."

He was so sure he was lying.

School?

"Am I being too tough on you?" He marked the end of his sentence with a kiss to Malcolm's neck.

Malcolm laughed, uncomfortably, and shook his head.

"Then? Is it another teacher?" The second he said it, the fleeting feeling of jealousy appeared when he pictured Malcolm with another teacher.

"No. I just..."

Herkabe waited, impatiently.

"...I don't know. Nothing."

He rolled his eyes when Malcolm wasn't looking.

Was he actually sulking? Over Reese? Or is there some serious problem I've missed?

Change the subject.

He tracked a hand up Malcolm's chest and rested it on the crook of his neck. He knew he couldn't keep a straight face while he said it, so he nosed at Malcolm's jaw.

"How about a tutoring session...at my house?"

XxX

The pungent smell of cologne assaulted him when he stepped into the bathroom. He coughed, waving the smell away.

"What the hell, use the whole bottle, Reese! We have to share that!"

Reese shook the excess hair product off his hands and into the sink. "It just kills you that I have a girlfriend and you don't."

"You're a moron."

"Hostility. The last resort of the lonely and bitter."

"Shut up."

Malcolm didn't understand where Reese's newfound confidence had come from.

"Who says you're the only one with someone?"

Reese's smile finally faded.

"You have a girlfriend?"

"Maybe." Malcolm smiled, content he had his brother's attention again. He plopped down on his bed and opened a comic book to a random page and pretended to read it.

"Oh yeah? Who is she?"

"None of your business, jackass."

"I haven't seen you with anybody at school."

"Who says she goes to our school? Or if she's a she?"

"Wait, you're seeing a guy?"

Reese looked around and made sure they were alone. "Who is it?"

Malcolm smiled and remembered to turn the page.

"Oh my God, is it Stevie?"

He had to put the book down. "What?! No!"

Then a new thought crossed his mind.

"You haven't told Alison about...you know?"

"What?"

"What we...used to do." He averted his eyes because it sounded sad for some reason.

Reese shook his head from side to side. "Why would I? She'll think I'm a freak!"

"You think we're freaks?"

There's a time when you outgrow childish games and even your siblings.

He just never expected Reese to beat him to it.

I did outgrow him.

XxX

He peeked out the window and took a good look at his neighbors' houses.

He looked for cameras or anything else that could end up incriminating him.

With a huff, he dropped a blanket on his couch. When he realized he was tidying up he stopped himself.

Cleaning up for some kid?

He wondered if he should do something about his room.

Was that crossing the line? It doesn't count if I don't do him in my bed…

He was grasping at nothing, really. The straws had been chucked out the window a week ago.

He drove to the store and picked up a few items he thought he would need.

The six-pack in his hand felt heavy...and guilty.

What the hell, Lionel? Your dignity hasn't been intact for years. Waking up every morning and dragging yourself to a job filled with people you have no respect for? That's not a life. What do you have to lose?

He watched the items shake down the conveyor belt and the total on the monitor increase.

When the cashier mumbled the total he handed his plastic over and comforted himself by going over the details of the plans he had.

As he pulled up onto his driveway, he took in his surroundings again.

A student in your home? Good luck getting out of this one.

He placed the brown grocery bag on his counter and took out the cheap beer, which he moved to the fridge.

XxX

Forbidden spoils shouldn't be this good, but, for Malcolm, it was mostly the knowledge that others lacked that really did it for him.

Every car that passed made his pulse skyrocket.

He shifted his weight nervously and thought about nothing as he waited.

When the car pulled up he stepped inside and they didn't exchange a word until they were reaching their destination.

"Get down."

Malcolm did as he was told.

The car stopped and Malcolm finally lifted his head when Herkabe unfastened his seatbelt.

Herkabe felt self-conscious about his humble home when Malcolm first entered, avoiding looking at the student that would surely be looking around in routine curious fashion.

Always ready with a clever retort anywhere else, he was at a loss for words here and now.

But he couldn't show that kind of weakness.

He figured there would be some kind of formalities before anything else, so he sat on the couch and waited for something to happen, for his teacher to say the magic words.

Herkabe turned and found Malcolm sitting on his couch, compliantly. He couldn't help and smile because Malcolm looked so naive. As if he had taken Mary Sue out on a date to the malt shop and now they were going to hold hands and be chaste. He sat down on the loveseat across from him and opened with "what time do you have to be home?"

"Tonight, before midnight."

Surprised he had volunteered to spend the whole remainder of the day there, Herkabe smiled again.

Malcolm glanced around, stalling, and Herkabe worried. Worried, like the first time. He discreetly palmed his pocket and felt the small bump, which relaxed him.

"Come here." He patted the spot next to him.

Malcolm obeyed.

"What excuse did you use?"

"Hanging out at the mall and arcade."

He rearranged himself so he could sit facing Malcolm.

Malcolm started to do the same but then stopped himself.

"Are you dating anyone?"

He kicked himself internally for sounding like a concerned, responsible elder.

Malcolm looked somewhat confused with the line of questioning.

"No...are you?" His question ended with a sore tone.

Herkabe realized why.

He looked away, and cooly answered. "Not at the moment."

"Is this about Reese?"

"No. What about him?" Cool again.

"I'm not-"

"You don't have to explain. It's none of my business." He quickly interjected, avoiding hearing Malcolm's response, but already knowing what he was going to say due to his tone.

"Do you want a drink?"

"Are you trying to get me drunk?"

Herkabe was glad to see Malcolm smile.

"Doesn't matter if you're drunk or not I'm still going to have my way with you."

A joke, Malcolm thought.

They were back to their banter and it felt right again.

They came together like hypnotized prey.

Herkabe appreciated how big his hand looked between the skinny thighs of the short teen. He squeezed Malcolm, transfixed on the wails he made. He knew he was squeezing too hard but not too hard. He loved playing on the fine line between pain and pleasure; it went hand in hand when it came to Malcolm.

Nosing at Malcolm's neck, enjoying the weak smell of soap, he felt cute aggression kicking in.

Another snarky quip built up in his throat but Malcolm kissed it away.

Creative thoughts went out the window when Malcolm reached for him and almost grazed his legs and pocket. He jumped up.

Malcolm peered up at him, confused.

"Let's get a drink."

Could you feel any more like a predator? He handed a beer to Malcolm that was now standing in the kitchen, too.

"So how many students have you done this with?"

Herkabe's chest locked around a breath.

Malcolm cracked open his beer and took a sip, delighted with the expected response.

Herkabe realized he was teasing and tasted his beer.

"A few. I Only pick the most striking disciples but I made an exception for you."

"How gracious of you."

Malcolm knocked the beer back again and Herkabe started counting the times he drank.

"And how many teachers do you normally seduce?"

"Is that what I did? Seduced you? Didn't know I was capable of that."

Herkabe actually laughed out loud at that one, not sure why.

They both leaned against opposing counters, hormones ricocheting off the walls.

"I never would've thought...I mean, I thought you were straight..."

Something like worry crossed Malcolm's face. "I thought the same about you."

Three.

"Well, until I saw you in the classroom. That was really risky. Do you always do things like that?"

"Now, only with you."

Four.

Five.

"What did you have in mind?"

Six.

"For what?"

Seven.

"Tutoring."

Oh, right, that's the dumb excuse I used.

"First we'll do some drilling, then I'm really going to crack down on you..."

Now it was Malcolm's turn to laugh.

Eight.

"...one-to-the-eleventh."

"What did you call me?"

"As if you didn't love reigning over all your classmates," Herkabe teased good-naturedly.

"Don't ever call me that again," Malcolm shook and lowered his head, but Herkabe could hear him smiling. "I can't believe you really did that."

"What?"

"The system." Malcolm made air quotations.

"It worked... until you ruined it." He let a sliver of anger slip into his tone.

Resentment rearing its head, as usual.

Malcolm scoffed.

"I had them all under my thumb, and you...you always know how to…"

"Drive you crazy?" Malcolm offered, grinning.

Nine.

Herkabe watched his student's lips slurp up the cold liquid, which were doing just that: driving him crazy.

"No, it surpasses that."

"You've had it in for me since the day we met." Malcolm looked at the ceiling as if it was particularly interesting. When the awaited offended/sardonic retort didn't come he continued. "Why is that?"

Both hid how vexed they were with this becoming a real conversation.

"I haven't." Herkabe placed his nearly-full beer on the counter.

"Yeah, you have."

What would you like me to say, Malcolm? That I'm utterly obsessed with you?

"I'm starting to think Napoleon had a Malcolm complex."

Malcolm rolled his eyes and took a bigger swig that emptied the can that was now warm in his hand.

Ten.

He didn't wait another second and pushed a bruising kiss to Malcolm's cold lips.

Malcolm sighed, relieved the games were over, and let the can fall to the counter so he could use both his hands to grasp the thin shirt Herkabe wore.

It feels good to hit rock bottom.

There would never be another moment like this to address the things from the past, and they let it slip away, eagerly.

It feels good to admit how fucked up you are. Indulge.

The shirt hit the floor without a sound.

He felt the skin that seemed to be pulled too tightly over bones and developing muscles.

"Do you think about me? When you touch yourself?"

He rolled his nipples between his fingers, making Malcolm wince.

"Y-yes."

"Doing what?"

His hands undid a belt and loose pants.

"Doing what," he repeated.

Malcolm looked up at him, hazy with lust. "This," he replied, which wasn't an answer.

"Words fail you now? When in class I can't get you to shut up. If this was all I needed to do to get you to stop interrupting me…"

He freed Malcolm's erection, taking a moment to appreciate its vitality, then dragged the rough pad of his thumb over the head. "...I would have done this a long time ago."

Malcolm's gaze had wandered down but rose again.

Herkabe felt a pang, for the first time really noting how beautiful his blue eyes were before falling into them.

"Would you have liked that?" He whispered and flicked his pupil's earlobe with his tongue.

Malcolm seemed to struggle to stand up.

"Liked if I'd done this to you back then? What if I fucked you in front of the whole class? Would you have liked that?"

Malcolm's mouth felt so dry, and his hands that were gripping the counter were starting to sweat.

As usual, the inane words his teacher said hit the right nerves and arousal coursed through him and tied itself into a bow in the pit of his stomach.

"Yes. Yes."

"Really?"

Weird how he sounds incredulous even now.

"I didn't know my favorite student…" He tugged Malcolm's cock roughly. "...was so naughty."

The cliche sounded filthier than any profanity he's ever heard.

He was caged against the counter so he couldn't move but all the emotions he experienced the first night they met up abruptly returned.

"Where do you want me to fuck you? On this counter? On the table?"

His arousal spiked nonetheless.

"Come. I'll get you hard again."

"No..."

"I need to see it. See you. Need to see you coming. Let me hear you." Herkabe insisted in Malcolm's ear.

"No, wait..." Malcolm needed to get off his feet.

Herkabe kissed his protests away.

Malcolm mewled and the noise went straight down to his dick.

Herkabe was relentless and Malcolm couldn't stand up anymore, his legs trembled and he fell forward clinging to his teacher.

This. Just fall apart.

"Please..."

Malcolm clawed at him and Herkabe growled. "Maybe if you beg some more I'll fuck you."

"Please..!"

So greedy. I'll sate you. Feed you until you choke.

i could write Malc/Herk scenarios forever. no matter how many times i watch their scenes i don't think i'll ever truly pinpoint what a relationship/sex between them would actually be like. haa…
oh, Lionel, inviting a student to your house? tsk-tsk.
the closest i ever got to this was unknowingly trick-or-treating at my geometry teacher's house.
p.s. fun fact Chris Eigeman (Herkabe) only appeared in a total of 9 episodes!