Lectures On Love- Chapter 1-Bad Boy

A/N: Okay, I ship Baffy. I'm not even ashamed lol. Hi everyone! Thanks for checking out my story. I was inspired by Kumagorochan and Not-A-Comedian's artwork of Human! Bugs and Daffy from the TLTS episode Rebel Without A Glove. If you haven't seen their artwork I highly encourage you to check it out, they are ginormously talented people and without them this story would never have even circulated in my head.

This chapter is a little long but I assure you the remaining chapters won't be so long. Do enjoy.

Professor Dexter Alfred Mallard made his way through the grime and grit of one of Los Angeles' worst parts being careful to dodge broken glass or any neglected drug paraphernalia on the way. It was a brave feat, as many people vowed to stay away from Los Angeles' underground for obvious reasons and yet there he was, cold, wet and severely miserable. If it weren't for Carrie and her stupid antics he'd be at home in his nice warm bed dreaming of The Prehistoric era or The Second World War.

Still he trudged on; if he didn't leave to find her, who knows what kind of trouble she'd get into and Dad wouldn't dare let him live if he found out that he just left Carrie up to her shenanigans. And whether he liked it or not, she was his responsibility. But it seriously didn't help that it was raining relentlessly and there was no publicly accessible building in sight save for the abandoned ones that he certainly was smart enough to know were probably crack houses.

She wasn't even answering her phone (he really shouldn't have expected her to since she never did when she was out) and despite the rising anger that was making his vision red, he was starting to get worried.

Just when he was considering getting the police involved he could see the gaudy neon lights of what looked like a bar up ahead. Relief flooded him as he realized that he could continue his search for his sister and get dry in the process, plus it was a bar in the middle of one of the sketchiest parts of the city-how could Carrie resist?

He was aware however, how phenomenally bad an idea it was as soon as he stepped in and it seemed as if time stopped. Every eye in the bar stuck to him, making him realize just how much he stuck out. In fact, now that he thought about it, it really was a dumb idea to begin this trek wearing his work clothes: his red turtleneck, beige khakis and pale brown patch blazer were all wrong in the sea of black leather jackets and biker jeans. His slightly crooked spectacles looked remarkably less menacing in comparison to everyone else's heavily pierced faces.

Feeling very self-conscious, he gave a slight wave to no one in particular while secretly hoping he could just melt into a puddle on the floor. He eventually decided that the back would be a great place to look less conspicuous.

He didn't get far though when he spotted Carrie sitting on the lap of some much older and scarier looking guy trying to devour her face. Daffy called out her name in a burst of anger and courage, uncaring if whether he'd disturb their little session.

The infamous girl lifted her fiery red head up a fraction, parting lips with the older man to give her older brother a look that clearly stated she was aware that she was busted.

"Daffy, it's not what it looks like!" She protested but he just rolled his eyes, even the nick name wasn't going to work this time.

He bid the man farewell and took his half-dressed sister by the arm, determined to drag her home through the pouring rain if he had to. He was halfway across the bar with his sister trailing behind him when a huge burly guy stood up to block his path.

"E-excuse me," He stammered, trying his best to sound nonchalant despite the building fear twisting his stomach. "But you're in my way."

The man didn't budge, and the way he wrung his wrists as if he were ready to fight reminded Daffy of the bad guys in those Saturday morning cartoons he used to watch as a kid. The memory did little to comfort him now however as the man called more guys from his posse to join him. The much bigger guys circled around the two of them like a pod of sharks and their new fresh meat.

Protectively, Daffy tightened his hand around his sister's.

"I know this guy," The head giant slurred pointing at Daffy, before he could say where, the older guy who Carrie was making out with piped up. "Isn't he that Professor guy who gave you that F in your history course?"

The leader, who had the facial structure of a Neanderthal frowned as he mulled it over for a few seconds and then his face morphed into the predatory smirk of someone who just got the perfect chance of revenge. "Yeah, I believe it is," He looked down at Daffy. "You got some nerve coming to this corner of town, you little punk! And then you steal Splicer's girl too. Oh, you're definitely in for it."

Daffy thought of protesting, really he did. He wanted to tell them that they got the wrong guy but honestly, how many nerdy twenty something college Professors were there in Los Angeles? Especially ones with shaggy black hair and a slight lisp?-Not many.

He let go of Carrie's hand and yelled at her to make a run for it; she didn't need to see him get beat up and he couldn't risk her getting hurt either.

He couldn't see if she complied or not because the next thing he knew he was getting hoisted into the air by his collar. To Daffy it seemed that time slowed down as the scene was getting more and more familiar each second. He swallowed the lump in his throat and braced himself for the oncoming hit.

The burly man, who Daffy realized like a blow to the gut was one of his former students, a certain Terry Fitzgerald, raised his fist in the air and prepared to punch the daylights out of his much smaller counter part.

Except there was no punch, no breaking of teeth, no splattered blood or loss of someone's pride, instead it was like someone hit the pause button because Daffy was still hoisted in the air, he just was still in one piece.

He hadn't noticed that it had something to do with a certain someone joining their little party until the small crowd that had gathered to see Daffy get his ass kicked parted to let the person through.

"What's with all the commotion?" Came a voice from somewhere on the ground where Daffy longed to be. He couldn't see who was speaking as Terry was still blocking his view.

Apparently whoever it was must have been someone important because enormous Terry shivered at the sound of the stranger's voice.

"Ah, Bugs just the guy I wanted to see," He chuckled darkly. "'Need someone to help me deal with the troublemaker."

Daffy swallowed, it was going to be a total gang up. And what kind of name was "Bugs" anyway?

"Bugs" didn't sound impressed. "Seems like the only one causing trouble around here is you." Daffy chanced a look into Terry's eyes-apparently he didn't like that statement because there was a flash of something even more dangerous in them.

"Let me see him." "Bugs" commanded.

Reluctantly Terry lowered Daffy to his feet, he moved out of the way to reveal another leather bound biker guy, except it was obvious he was different from everyone else. Where everyone's jackets had sleeves his was sleeveless, he wore a white shirt underneath and his grey almost silver hair was cut in a crop top. One of his ears was heavily pierced while his arm had a tattoo of an ancient Chinese dragon. On him they actually added to his appeal instead of making him look over done and played out like the others. Between his lips he held an unlit cigarette, miraculously it hadn't fallen out while he was talking or while he scrutinized Daffy with the most breathtaking blue eyes the Professor had ever seen.

He was young too; if Daffy had to guess he'd say he was closer to his age, making him old enough to be in a bar but young enough to still need his ID checked. He didn't blend in with the rest of the thugs, like Daffy he stood out but for obviously different reasons. Despite his age and size (he was markedly smaller than everyone else but still more muscular and able-bodied than Daffy) it was obvious he held some weight in this world by the silent reverence of his peers whose eyes were trained on him like he was the Ring leader of their insane circus.

He stared down at Daffy, who was a slight few inches shorter than him, with the type of calculating blue eyes an Aryan soldier would kill for.

Being this stranger's sole focus is probably more intimidating than having Terry hovering over me, Daffy thought.

Bug's leaned closer letting the stale smell of cigarettes and faint scent of some rich cologne invade Daffy's senses. It was intoxicating and uncontrollably the shorter man could feel the answering blush spreading to his cheeks.

This didn't go unnoticed by Bugs who smirked before curling his hand under Daffy's chin and leaning closer so that blue eyes met brown. "What's a cutie like you doing in a place like this?"

Daffy was in shock, was he seriously trying to flirt with the fresh meat? Was that even allowed?

Then he remembered that he was asked a question, stammering he tried to explain but Bugs just chuckled in amusement.

"Listen," the taller man suggested tilting Daffy's chin up so he could get a better look at his face. "I can get you out of here. You just need to keep quiet. Got it?"

Daffy nodded, nothing sounded better.

In a move of sheer grace Bugs spun around to face Terry who was watching them profusely in eagerness, perhaps waiting for the go ahead from Bugs.

Instead Bugs shrugged. "We're not harming him. I don't care what kind of vendetta you have against him, whatever it is you'll just have to let it go because this man"- and he pointed to Daffy-"is off limits."

Something like a roar broke through the atmosphere, all eyes turned to Terry who was glaring at both of them, nostrils flared and knuckles clenched. Daffy could feel the color leaving his cheeks but Bugs seemed nonplussed, like the only thing that mattered was keeping that cigarette in his mouth.

"Let. Me. Finish. Him" Terry grunted through gritted teeth.

Bugs shrugged again and planted himself firmly in front of Daffy like a shield. "He's a quarter of your size. If you ask me it hardly seems fair. Besides, I want him for myself."

Terry was taken aback for a second; his gaze swept over Bug's immovable stance and he seemed to register that Bugs was serious. Yet still he kept inching himself closer and closer, eyes trained on Daffy like a hawk. "You could have any guy you want, why him?"

Bugs smirked and toyed with the cigarette between his lips. "What can I say? I have a thing for nerds."

Daffy gulped, boy was Bugs cocky.

Apparently this didn't settle well with Terry. "Screw what you say. I'm sick of listening to some punk kid who's in way over his head. Now who's with me?"

The whole crowd took a step back. Terry looked around and after seeing that no one wanted a piece of Bugs, not even his posse, he decided to go after him himself.

He charged forward raising his huge fist in the air aiming for Bugs' face. But Bugs was fast on his feet, he managed to dodge Terry's punch and land a good one himself. It was obvious by the way he easily dodged Terry's hits that this wasn't his first rodeo.

Dissatisfied with his progress with Bugs, Terry turned his attention to Daffy who was watching the fight safely in a corner. But Bugs realized this and decided to end it once and for all- he let his restraint go and beat the living shit out of the Goliath, emerging victorious in the end.

Daffy could see why no one messed with him or questioned his authority; he could hold his own in the ring even when faced with an adversary even bigger and stronger than himself. The whole thing was quite impressive.

The crowd cheered but Bugs didn't seem interested in their praises and adoration, instead he scanned the crowd in search of Daffy who was still standing a few feet away stunned silent by what he just saw.

Cautiously as if the shorter man was a wounded animal, Bugs stretched his hand out for Daffy to take. The other man stared at Bugs' black leather fingerless gloved hand and then up at Bugs, confused. "I promised I'd get you out of here" he clarified.

Daffy nodded as some sense returned to his brain and took Bugs' offered hand. Together they left the bar and into the night.

Bugs led Daffy to the bar's parking lot; the rain had died down considerably and was now just a gentle trickle as it fell from the heavens.

"Thank you." Daffy said as soon as they were out of sight. He couldn't explain it but even though he was being led down a dark parking lot by a mysterious vagabond whom he knew absolutely nothing about, he felt markedly safer. It was a weird feeling but he decided not to fight it, after all this stranger did save his bacon and Daffy at least owed him the courtesy of being pleasant company instead of being the freaking out mess with trust issues he usually was.

"Ehhh, it's no problem." Bugs winked leading them to a row of motorcycles parked near the rear of the building. As soon as Daffy saw Bugs beginning to unchain one, an unpleasant feeling began to churn in his stomach.

He figured he could just bail now; the rain had let up enough for him to probably walk it and Carrie was probably at home worried sick. Besides surely Bugs' didn't expect him to get on his motorcycle.

Apparently he did because he climbed on and watched Daffy expectantly. But Daffy was adamant about not hopping on the bike. He gave Bugs a shy smile before turning to walk away.

"Where are you going?" Bugs asked poised so perfectly on the motorcycle he looked like one of those guys from Junk magazine.

Daffy halted his steps and looked up. "I-I don't even know your real name. Really I'm very grateful you saved me I just think it's time for us to part ways."

Looking un-phased Bugs paused to pull out a cigarette from his jacket pocket, placing it between his lips he announced. "It's Ash, Ash Burnard O'Hare but most people call me Bugs. And do you know how late it is? Guy like you walking on these streets so late on a Friday night is bound to get into trouble." A pause, then, "Heh, you're probably better off in there with Terry and his gang."

Daffy became flustered and could feel his resolve slipping but he was familiar with this tactic, he used it on Carrie and his students many times. But he was usually immune. Who was this guy and why was it working for him?

Daffy looked around, he knew logically that if he were to walk home by this hour and he was, by chance, stopped by a bunch of ruffians that he'd have no defenses without Bugs. And that thought was incredibly sobering.

"Fine," he muttered walking back over to the lean mean, metal machine "I'll hop on the damn motorcycle."

"By the way," Bugs spoke as Daffy awkwardly tried to climb on, "you didn't tell me yours."

"It's Dexter Alfred Mallard, but my little sister started calling me Daffy and I guess the name kind of stuck."

Bugs smiled but Daffy couldn't see. "It fits, it's cute like you."

Daffy scoffed. "It means silly and slightly eccentric. I am absolutely none of those things."

Once Daffy was safely saddled in, helmet and all, Bugs revved the engine. It took a couple tries but the beast soon roared to life and Daffy felt the sickening feeling return to his stomach. He couldn't believe he was actually doing this.

"Now if you don't want to fall off I suggest you wrap your arms around my waist, like this." Bugs took one hand off the handle to take one of Daffy's arms and place it firmly around his toned torso.

Through the thin t-shirt and open jacket Daffy could feel how warm his skin was and was suddenly glad that Bugs couldn't see his blush. "Okay?" Bugs asked.

Daffy had to yell over the roar of the engine his affirmation. It was clear Bugs heard him when he gave the hand that was around his waist, an encouraging squeeze.

He returned his fingers to the handles, put the motorcycle in gear and soon they were speeding through the moonlit roads of Los Angeles without a care in the world.

After awhile of keeping his eyes shut tight and holding on to Bugs for dear life, Daffy chanced a glance at the landscape they were rapidly whizzing by.

It was sort of cool watching everything pass by as if they were in an old Hannah-Barbera cartoon, knowing they were devouring the gravel of the open road inch by marvelous inch, in a way it made him realize why Carrie always hung out with the biker guys. It was very thrilling.

He guided Bugs to the suburban neighborhood with the houses that anyone with a decent salary humbled themselves living. At first he considered the possibility that it was a bad idea showing Bugs where he lived but Daffy was exhausted and seriously didn't care much at this point.

They pulled up to Daffy's cool and contemporary abode in the middle of the Cul de Sac. It was the house Daffy had always dreamed of owning since he moved here; it was simple and modest enough to go with his new life and it matched his simple and modest 2001 Lincoln town car just fine. This house marked the beginning of a new era, the turning of a new leaf. It was where Daffy and Carrie lived so they could start over.

Bugs set the engine to idle while positioning the bike at an angle for Daffy to get off. "So this is where you live?" Bugs asked once Daffy was safely on the ground.

"Yeah," Daffy nodded. Bugs surveyed both the house and the man standing before him, for some odd reason he felt like they didn't quite match. Like there was some sort of flashy, show boaty hidden nature that Daffy was keeping from the world and this house was his way of hiding. But he shrugged it off; it wasn't like it was his business or anything.

Daffy felt awkward as hell, with Bugs staring at him like that it was beginning to make him feel uncomfortable. As if sensing the tension, Bugs whipped out a lighter and lit the cigarette still perched in his mouth. "So," he began, "do you like coffee?"

The other man glared at Bugs. Having snapped out of the reverie of his short lived adrenaline rush, he finally put two and two together.

"I know what you're trying to do." Daffy pressed a finger to the other man's chest. Bugs raised an eyebrow. "Just what am I trying to do Doc?"

"You're trying to go through me to get to my sister. Well it's not going to work. My sister is off limits okay buddy!" Daffy turned around with a huff.

Behind him he heard Bugs laugh, he turned around to ask what was so funny when Bugs began "Did I give the impression that I was attracted to women?"

Daffy frowned trying to remember if he ever did. "Well no, but I'm not dumb and I know that you could just be really skilled or something. She's an attractive girl, you'd be surprised how many of your type I have to back off with a stick everyday."

Bugs' face lit up with realization. "So you think I'm only interested in you to get to your sister?"

Daffy nodded. "That's correct."

Bugs rolled his eyes and Daffy thought that no one deserved to look that handsome doing something so casual. Taking a puff of his cigarette and letting it out in the cool night air, Bugs sighed. "So we should remedy this."

Daffy was feeling skeptical. "How so?"

"Well," Bugs started, flashing Daffy a pearly white evil smile, "you can go on a date with me and see that I have zero interest whatsoever in your sister and we can take the opportunity get to know each other or you could stay home and stir in your paranoid mistrust of everyone and everything. "

Daffy smirked. "I like the second plan better."

That brought out a chuckle from Bugs. "Okay, I can see you're going to be somewhat of a challenge. What do you want in return for going out with me?"

"I'm sorry but what makes you think I'm interested in the bad boy type?"

Bugs took another puff of his cigarette and shrugged. "Dunno, you just have this wild feeling about you. Like you're so conservative and uptight and yet there's something wrong with this picture. Maybe if I saw you without all your layers…"

Daffy froze, Bugs was coming closer to finding out the truth, and he couldn't afford to have his reputation tarnished before he even had a chance, but all things considered he seemed pretty harmless. All the biker boy wanted was a date and if that's what it took to make him stop snooping around then that's what he'd do. All Daffy needed to do was be himself and soon Bugs would lose interest and never want anything to do with him or Carrie ever again. It was ingenious.

Daffy held up his hand to stop Bugs from saying anymore. "Okay."

"Okay what?" He raised a grey eyebrow.

"Okay, I'll go out with you. But just once and as long as you promise that you'll stay away from us." Daffy pronounced, crossing his arms.

Bugs leaned over and studied Daffy with his piercing blue eyes, he locked gazes with the raven-haired man and smirked. "And what if I don't keep my promise? I am a 'bad boy' after all."

When Daffy didn't answer Bugs hopped off the bike with all the ease of someone who had done it for years and sauntered over to the raven-haired man. "What if I enjoy your company and want more of it?"

Daffy adjusted his glasses, because they suddenly became very foggy. "S-somehow I really doubt it."

Bugs reached down and took Daffy's hand in his. "I think I'll be the judge of that."

Daffy blushed and looked down at their intertwined hands. "Fine," he sighed "but one date and that's it. If I catch you over here again I'll-" but Bugs cut him off.

"Tomorrow night at 8, we can go anywhere you choose." He was still holding Daffy's hand. It made Daffy wonder briefly if the neighbors were still awake and watching the scene. He wondered what they were probably thinking but then he decided if he ever wanted to save the reputation he spent two years building, then he would just have to suck it up and do what Bugs asked. If anyone questioned his involvement with the biker guy he'd just say it was one of Carrie's friends.

Holy moley! He forgot about Carrie. She was probably inside worried sick, although it would've served her right and given her a taste of her own medicine, Daffy knew it wasn't the correct thing to do.

"I-I have to go." Daffy stated trying to remove his hand from Bugs' hold.

"So we have plans?" Bugs asked, not letting up in the slightest.

"Yes and I'm probably going to go to hell for this." After much tugging Bugs released him, and Daffy tried to ignore the tingling in his finger tips.

Bugs chuckled. "I'll see you there." He winked and oh so carefully leaned down to give Daffy a peck on the cheek before striding back to the bike, saluting Daffy and then riding off.

Daffy watched his wavering form for a few seconds before snapping out of it and remembering that he had his angry and distraught sister to attend to.

Carrie didn't give Daffy a chance to explain, the second she saw that he was in one piece she threw her arms around him and was off with the hysterics.

When she had calmed down enough he told her about Bugs' bravery and apparent attraction to him and how it saved his life.

"So you're going to see him again right?" Carrie asked hopefully.

Daffy shrugged. "I don't really have much of a choice."

"Aww don't make it seem so bad."

"Carrie you know we're supposed to be over it. That life's behind us now. And Bugs is all about that life." He said matter-of-factly.

His younger sister plopped herself down in the armchair by the window. "So his name's Bugs huh? And you sound just like Dad when you reprimand me."

He smiled. "Well someone has to."

"I'm sorry I almost got you hurt." She said, pointedly ignoring the ribbing. "It's just you're adjusting so well to this awful place and I'm not. I needed some excitement. Don't you ever miss home?"

He sighed. "If you do that again, I'll have no choice but to inform Dad and yes, I do miss home. But you know our lives were going nowhere and would probably still be going nowhere if we stayed."

Carrie huffed. "You gonna tell him about your 'boyfriend' too?"

"Sure, after you tell him about yours."

"Touché" she laughed but Daffy watched as her face fell. "I really do miss Minnesota."

"Yeah but Carrie-"

"I know I know, turning over a new leaf. Leave the wild life behind."

"And that's precisely why Dad wanted us to move here; less distractions. It would help if you didn't go out of your way to find trouble. You're supposed to be getting your law degree for Pete's sake."

Carrie rolled her eyes. "You know there was a time when you were even worse than me. You may have cleaned up your act now but I can bet there's still some bad boy in you."

Daffy laughed because Carrie was nothing short of ridiculous. "Well this bad boy has some papers to grade." And with that he bid her good night and headed to his study.

Once he was finally alone, Daffy tried not to think about how good it felt to be back on a motorcycle again or how awesome his encounter with Bugs was. It was the first time in two years that he ever felt alive. And naturally it took a motorcycle and its brave rider to show him just how much he was missing.

He sighed, it was fun while it lasted but all good things had to come to an end. He was a college Professor now, one of the youngest California had ever seen and he needed to act according to his status. So starting tomorrow night when Bugs came to pick him up he'd do it one more time, he'd relive what it's like to be a bad boy again and then once it was finished he'd go back to normal. But he knew better than to expect that he could have both, that idea was just preposterous.

So it was a plan, tomorrow night he'd have the time of his life even if all they did was hang out and have a few drinks, and then he'd come home and return to being the Professor. It was foolproof. He was so happy in fact that he couldn't even stop the smile from spreading across his face as he thought of fascinating blue eyes and a devilish smirk.

A/N: So I had to do sooo much research on Bad boys and motorcycle gangs just to get this story to seem more realistic, in fact I did so much research that if you checked my computer history you'd think I was considering joining one. lol. And my computer is finally working again so this is good news for anyone following my stories.

If you feel compelled to do so, then please leave me your thoughts on this story in your reviews and I hope you all are safe out there this holiday season. ;)