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Spanner had not thought about Minato—his senior at the Academy, Kyoka’s friend, his teacher—in an inappropriate fashion before. He hadn’t! He’d been busy, for fuck’s sake. And so had Minato.
Hell, they were still busy trying to stay alive and foil Geryon’s plans and find the Chemies.
So why was he having these thoughts about Minato? Dreams where the other man put the sword down and untied him and…?
He was a grown man and should not be waking up horny because he dreamed about being fucked by his senior. It was utterly ridiculous. Absolutely absurd.
So why was he lying in bed—hard from a dream about when brainwashed Minato had tied him up—desperately trying to distract himself rather than masturbate? He rarely had a full night’s sleep so he should be taking advantage of a brief lull in fighting to catch up on sleep, not jerk off into a wad of tissues.
Cursing under his breath, Spanner rolled over and grabbed the tissue box, trying to think of anything but how hot Minato was when he was evil. That just made the whole thing worse.
His mind drifted to the image of Minato sternly ordering him to explain what he’d done while he was under Geryon’s control and Spanner’s cock jerked. With a groan, he curled his body forward and came.
Damn it.
There was plenty to do, so Spanner was mostly able to put his weak moment out of his mind. Then Minato cornered him one evening.
“Spanner? Can I speak to you?”
“Yes. Certainly.” Spanner very carefully didn’t think about anything as Minato led him to his office.
Sitting behind his desk, Minato frowned at him and it shouldn’t have been sexy. “So…”
“So.” Spanner casually crossed his legs.
“You were going to tell me what I did.”
“Was I?” He couldn’t help being a little cheeky.
Minato frowned harder. “I did tell you I wouldn’t be distracted.”
“Mmm.” Spanner clasped his hands together and reminded himself to separate reality from fantasy. “Mostly you, er, fawned on Geryon.”
Minato’s mouth twisted and he leaned back in his chair.
“Clotho and Lachesis knocked me out and tied me up in your classroom.” He couldn’t help rubbing the back of his head, which still had a lump. “When I came to, you made some threats.”
“Not just threats.” Minato looked at the healing wounds on Spanner’s face.
“You hit me a few times. I was rather insolent.”
“I can’t imagine,” Minato said dryly.
“You said you would kill the students.” Spanner’s voice was shaky, despite his best efforts. “And that Geryon would do to me what he did to you.”
Minato leaned forward, inspecting Spanner’s expression. “I’m sorry,” he said.
“It wasn’t you.”
Minato stared off into space for a few long moments, clearly considering what he wanted to say. “Even if you knew Geryon was controlling me, it must have been upsetting.”
Spanner considered denying it. Finally, he nodded.
“It’s no comfort, I’m sure, but I don’t think Geryon could have brainwashed you. At least not quickly. When he controlled the Alliance masters, he’d had years to prepare. And he had loads of time to…” Minato’s voice went a little shaky now. “Loads of time to prepare me as well.”
“Do you remember anything?”
Minato thought about it, staring down at his hands on his desk. “My sword. I did something to you.”
Spanner jerked in his seat. “Er…threatened me with it. Held it to my neck. Sliced my shirt open.” It was fucking hot and it shouldn’t have been.
Minato pinned him with his gaze. “You didn’t mention that part before.”
Spanner was frozen in place. The disappointed way Minato was looking at him was straight out of his dream and he couldn’t help reacting, a bolt of lightning in his gut.
“I…uh…was trying not to think about it.” He winced, hoping it sounded less like he was horny about the sword thing and more that it upset him.
Minato’s glance dipped for just an instant toward Spanner’s lap, but his eyebrows inched upward. “Ah, I see.”
“What?” Spanner hoped his voice didn’t sound as panicked to Minato as it did to him.
“I think when I was a student, we called this ‘hot for teacher’.”
Spanner stared for a long moment. “Please, I beg you, never say that again.”
Minato chuckled, looking more relaxed than he had in days. Then he studied Spanner again. “Are you actually interested or is it more theoretical?”
Spanner opened his mouth, realized he had no idea what he was going to say, then closed it. Minato continued to smile at him, looking calm. “Very interested,” Spanner said, trying to sound as calm as Minato looked.
Minato nodded slowly. “Good. And which position were you hoping to take?”
It sounded like he was being interviewed for a faculty job and Spanner couldn’t help it: He laughed. Then he covered his mouth, feeling his face heat and probably turn bright red.
Rising from his seat, Minato grinned. “That’s better.” He came around the desk and knelt beside Spanner. “You were beginning to look like you were walking to your doom.”
Covering his face, Spanner groaned. “I didn’t…”
Minato reached out, tugging one of his hands away from his face. “I would like to take you to bed and do whatever you want to do,” he said. “Everything else can wait.”
Taking a deep breath, Spanner looked down at him. “Yes.”
Minato rose gracefully, holding out a hand for Spanner, who grasped it and rose from his chair. Facing each other, Spanner searched Minato’s face for hesitation, while Minato seemed to do the same thing. Then they both leaned in for a kiss. Within moments they were devouring each other with teeth and tongue and hands grabbing anything they could reach.
“Bed,” Minato said, almost a growl, which was also ungodly sexy. Spanner was beginning to think anything Minato did would be sexy, which…okay? He was learning all kinds of new things about himself, apparently.
They stepped back from each other and Spanner stared at a wall, because he knew if he looked at Minato, he’d be all over him again and they’d never get out of here. After a few shaky breaths, Minato walked past him, opened the door, and they stepped out as casually as they could.
Please let them not run into any students, Spanner thought. They shouldn’t at this time of night, but his luck hadn’t been great lately.
For once, luck was with them and they made it to Minato’s quarters without encountering anyone else. The moment the door was shut behind them and their shoes were off, Minato dragged Spanner by the hand into his bedroom.
Spanner looked toward the bathroom, raising his eyebrows, and they ducked into the shower, shedding clothes as quickly as possible and coming back together under the water stream. Soaping up was an excellent way to get some quality groping in, Spanner thought hazily as he investigated Minato’s chest and cock. He was tempted to drop to his knees and suck Minato off, but Minato had other ideas and Spanner was willing to go along with that.
“Now’s the time to decide what you want,” Minato said into his ear as he very gently stroked Spanner’s cock.
Spanner was glad the heat of the shower covered the blush that spread across his body, but he managed to sound relatively confident when he said, “I want you inside me.”
Minato made an indescribable sound, his grip on Spanner momentarily tightening. “Yes. Good.”
They dried off haphazardly before falling into Minato’s bed, still touching and kissing each other. Spanner got a leg between Minato’s and spent a minute making both of them groan every time he pressed in. Then Minato rolled them over so his upper body was draped over Spanner’s and he took control.
Spanner was occupied moaning and trying to get friction on his cock, so it took him a bit to realize that Minato was kissing every place Spanner had been bruised or cut. Which…okay, was kind of sexy, but also showed unneeded guilt.
“Hey. Hey.” Spanner gently tugged on Minato’s hair. “I don’t mind, but you don’t have to…uh…”
Minato raised his head, meeting Spanner’s eyes, then said with great intensity. “I want to.”
Spanner swallowed harshly before nodding several times as Minato went back to carefully kissing every bruise on his body.
Minato placed a final kiss on Spanner’s side, letting his body rest against Spanner’s, while Spanner tried not to squirm. Smirking, Minato looked at him. “Can you reach my nightstand?”
Nodding mutely, Spanner reached out and (despite the awkward angle) got the drawer open and fished out a container of lube, which he almost dropped in his nervous excitement. Minato didn’t laugh, just continued to watch him with unnerving and appreciative attention.
Minato took the lube and squeezed some into his hand, then looked up at Spanner. “Have you bottomed before?”
Spanner decided he was going to be a permanent ball of red at this rate, but shook his head. “Never wanted to.”
Minato smiled, ducking his head down as he began to prepare Spanner.
Spanner knew, in theory, how it went, but it wasn’t like he’d had a lot of male partners, and they’d generally prepared themselves in advance. He’d been young and inexperienced and now, seeing Minato’s look of pleased concentration, Spanner thought he’d maybe been missing something.
The slick finger rubbing against him was already a lot. Spanner gasped, pushing toward it, not even sure what he wanted. Minato mouthed at his hip as he rubbed the lube into him and Spanner closed his eyes, focusing on the sensation.
It wasn’t as sensitive as his cock but it was still good and little sparks of pleasure burst as Minato touched him. And Minato’s singular focus on him was…hot as hell. It was almost like the look Minato got when he was determined to figure out what an alchemical reaction was doing.
Oh fuck, it wasn’t Minato being evil that turned him on, it was his attention. It was his singular focus on Spanner at that moment. Spanner would have facepalmed if he wasn’t busy gripping Minato’s hair and trying to pull him even closer.
Spanner thought fiercely that this was not daddy issues. He would rather die than call Minato ‘daddy’, damn it.
“Mmm?” Minato looked at Spanner questioningly.
“Nothing.” Spanner gasped for breath. “Please.”
And Minato grinned, moving his fingers faster while Spanner lost his breath again.
Time moved at an odd pace and Spanner gasped and groaned, all dignity abandoned in favor of letting Minato know just how good he was making Spanner feel. Finally, Minato was on top of him.
“You’re doing so well,” Minato murmured in his ear. “So good for me.”
Spanner was pretty sure he whimpered at that point and distantly, he thought he might be embarrassed about that later. Definitely later. He clutched Minato’s hips as the other man slowly, gently pushed inside. “Ah!”
Minato’s head was lowered as he looked at where they were joined, with a tiny frown of concentration that made Spanner’s heart melt as Minato went even deeper.
“Good?” Minato asked, stroking Spanner’s chest with his clean hand.
“Mmm.” That was as coherent as Spanner could manage, but Minato seemed to understand, slowly beginning to rock in and out. Spanner was making all kinds of embarrassing noises and he couldn’t find it in him to care.
Minato went faster and Spanner felt gentle pressure against what was obviously his prostate and…fuck, that did feel good. Everything felt good, from Minato’s heavy breathing to his grasp on Spanner’s shoulders, yanking him closer on every stroke.
It was almost too much, but it was also exactly enough. All he could think about was Minato touching him, wanting him, taking him.
Spanner found himself chanting “Yes yes yes” as he got closer and he finally let go of Minato’s waist and grabbed his own cock, which had been leaking more than he expected. It only took a few seconds for his body to seize up, shuddering and coming all over himself. He felt Minato come inside him only moments later, groaning and resting his forehead on Spanner’s.
Spanner pulled Minato as close as he could, making an annoyed noise when Minato slid out of him. With a soft chuckle, Minato reached over to his nightstand and grabbed the box of tissues, which he used to wipe at the most obvious liquid.
Staring up at the ceiling, Spanner let Minato clean him up while he caught his breath. He watched through half-closed eyes as Minato cleaned his finger individually.
“Next time, maybe I’ll be prepared with a wet cloth,” Minato said absently.
Spanner grinned. “Next time?”
“Er…” It was Minato’s turn to blush. “I mean if that’s what you want. I…um.”
Evil Minato was hot, confident Minato was sexy, but this embarrassed and stammering Minato was adorable, Spanner thought. He reached up, grabbing Minato by the back of his neck and pulling him into a kiss. “Does that help?” he asked, pulling back a few millimeters.
Minato chuckled against his lips. “I suppose it does.”
“I want to do it again, but I’ll need a few days to recover,” Spanner said, tugging on Minato until he lay down next to him on the bed, needing that to ground him.
“Uh…”
“How soon, do you think?” Spanner blinked a few times, trying to remember how fast he healed.
Minato buried his face in Spanner’s shoulder with a groan. “I’ve created a monster,” Minato mumbled.
“No, no Malgams in the bedroom.”
Minato groaned louder and Spanner had to concentrate to not giggle in response. Sex had definitely never been like this before, but he hoped it would be like this again. Spanner buried his face in Minato’s hair and closed his eyes.
—end—