"Scott, will you come to my office?"
"Of course, sir," Scott answered. His voice was cold and Charles Xavier sighed. He hoped today's confrontation wouldn't tip him off the scales. He didn't want to have the boy taken to prision. He had to break through the young man's walls though. "Sir?" Scott stood, arms crossed, in front of the desk.
"Have a seat."
Scott settled into the visitor's chair, back military straight, hands folded calmly in his lap. "What can I do for you, sir?"
"It has come to my attention that your studies have been slipping."
"Sir?" Scott's brows rose.
"You've been neglecting your homework."
"Have I really?" Scott's voice was even, cold and precise. He always spoke that way. He was meticulous in his work, but only when he did it.
"If you wanted my attention, you only had to ask for it," Charles remarked, drily. Scott seemed to react best to sarcasm rather than direct confrontation.
Scott snorted. "Sorry, sir, I didn't realize that forgetting an assignment was a cry for help. I thought it was merely forgetting an assignment."
"I think there may be something on your mind beyond assignments."
Scott cocked his head to the side. "Like what, sir?"
"Like a new relationship."
"As in Bobby joining us?" Scott asked. There was a hint of confusion in his voice.
"As in Warren."
"Oh, Warren." Scott waved that away. "We're squared away. Don't worry. Leaving us to knock into each other for a week did the trick."
"Oh, I think it did something. In fact, I have a feeling I know what. But I want to hear it from you."
"Hear what?"
"Are you dating Warren?"
"We haven't decided. We might skip dating and go straight to fucking." Scott shrugged.
Xavier ignored the sally. Scott's attempts to shock him were usually a lot more sophisticated. He must be nearing his target. "Scott, are you dating him?"
Scott was still. "Maybe."
"Maybe?"
"It's complicated."
"Define complicated."
"It's delicate. We're still figuring things out. We don't know if we're even in like with each other. Don't worry. It'll work out or not."
"But not to the detriment of your schoolwork."
"It was one assignment, sir," Scott pointed out. His voice lost all of the emotion it had.
"And you are grounded until it is completed."
"Sir?"
"No phone, no internet, no games, no guitar, no leaving the house until it's finished."
Scott's jaw twitched. "Yes, sir."
"You're free to go, or stay and tell me more about the relationship that isn't happening."
"Good day, sir." Charles steepled his fingers and sorted through the surface thoughts he'd collected. He frowned. Scott wasn't able to hide much from him, even on his best days. Today was not a good day. He closed his eyes. He'd have to talk to Warren before things got any more out of hand.
****
Warren stared at the professor. "Scott? What about him?"
"Why are you hurting him?"
Warren blinked. "Professor, I don't think we understand each other. Why do you think I'm hurting him? We're barely dating."
"Barely dating? You're having sex in my store-room."
Warren supressed his smile quickly. "And it was good. But, sir. . ."
"He's hiding bruises from me. That says to me he's ashamed of what's happening."
"It means he doesn't want to answer questions when he's not sure if it was just a one-off." Warren's wings twitched. "Don't push him, professor. He thinks you're going to throw him out."
Xavier blinked. He'd never caught that thought. "Why do you say that?"
"That's what he told me. He thinks that every time you get angry with him, you're one step away from turning him over to the cops. He'd rather die than go to prison."
"He told you this when? When you had him gagged or when you were beating him?"
"In the bath after all of it." Warren sighed. "Sir, I'm not abusing him anymore than he wants to be. I won't cross that line. But we both enjoyed it and we'll probably do it again. Even if we don't build anything else." Warren's voice was firm. "We're both old enough to make our own decisions."
"He's sixteen and you're seventeen."
"And we've both been making our own decisions for a very long time."
"You're still children. I can't condone this behavior."
"What? Is it the sex or the fact that he might be gay that pisses you off?"
"Warren Worthington, you know I'm not homophobic."
"So it's the bondage. We're working on the rules, Professor. Do you want me to run them by you? If so, you cannot tell Scott or he'll just wait until he's 18 and ditch this place."
"Where would he go?" Xavier challenged.
"Anywhere he fucking wants and I'll pay the way."
Xavier relaxed, a small smile on his lips. "Then take good care of him, Warren, or I will put a stop to this. And yes, I want to see the rules."
"Fine." Warren left without being dismissed.
****
Scott groaned and dropped his head onto his arms. "I'm never going to finish this," he muttered. He looked at the essay questions again. "Damn it."
He felt Warren's feathers against his cheek. The older teen was across the room, but his wings could stretch across almost the entire space. "What's wrong, sweetheart?"
"Fuck the sugar-talk, Wings and get over here."
Warren looked down at the questions. "What's the problem?"
"I can't read it."
"What?"
"I can't read the print."
"I'll scan them for you. Do you need them bigger or just in a different font?"
Scott looked up. "I can't tell if it's too small or if I just can't read the color." He grimaced. "I'm half-tempted to ask for them in Braille, but I'm still shaky on that too. At least I can read it."
"Why didn't you tell me?"
Scott stared at the pages. "I don't like being helpless."
"You aren't. You're smart. You're tough. You're cute."
"Cute?"
"Cute. I thought you didn't want sugar-talk?"
"I lied."
"I will always help you with problems. Remember that. I think you just didn't want to write the essays."
"Well, there's that too. I figured one assignment wasn't bad. I can't believe the witch went to Xavier about me missing one fucking assignment."
"It's a big one." Warren frowned down sternly. "You were just being lazy."
"Maybe."
Warren shook his head. "Now, sweetheart, don't lie to me. I don't like it. It shows a lack of forethought."
"What are you gonna do about it?" Scott challenged.
Warren leaned down and spoke softly into his ear. "I'm going to beat your ass black and blue." His voice was velvet-covered steel and Scott shivered.
"No fair starting something we can't finish. I'm not even supposed to leave the house before this is done."
"Then we'll just have to make sure you do it. Then, I'll punish you for being lazy. Sloth is a sin, you know." Scott looked over his shoulder.
"Charles wants to see the rules, remember. That's what you told me at least."
"It's true. And I'll make sure you type those up too."
"Bastard," Scott muttered. Warren draped his arms around Scott's chest and squeezed.
"Did you want me to just work you up and leave you hanging?"
"Yeah, definitely need to work on the rules."
"Schoolwork first. I'll scan these in and blow them up for you." Warren took the questions away. Scott watched him go, appreciating the flex of his ass in his jeans. He pulled out a piece of paper and started making rules of engagement.
****
"You wanted to see our rules, right, professor?" Scott said with a sneer. He dropped the copy of their contract on the desk. "And honestly, sir, we still don't know if we're dating, just that we'll probably be fucking again soon." Scott left the office with a nasty slam of the door. Charles stared after him in shock. Well, he'd finally broken through to the rage he'd always known was burning under the carefully constructed ennui. He looked through the *very* detailed and thorough rules. There was no one who could call Charles neive, but sometimes his students surprised him. This was definitely one of those times. He closed his eyes.
"Oh, Scott, why do this?" Because he wants to, a little voice answered him. Because he likes it.
****
"So, I guess we are dating," Warren grinned as Scott stole another sip of his milkshake.
"Guess we are." Scott was curled up under Warren's wing eating French fries and chicken nuggets. They were in the attic loft - the boys' hang, since Scott was still under orders not to leave the house. "So, I figure, you get to play the seducer because you have cash and Xavier won't let me work."
"Oh, like I don't buy anyway."
Scott grinned. "No, no, I mean presents. You know chocolate, wine, CD's, that sort of thing."
"We're underage. No wine. Charles would crucify us. Chocolate's a possibility. And maybe, if you're really nice, a CD or three. And a haircut."
"You don't like my hair?"
"Looks like you let Hank do it with a weed-wacker."
"Well, Hank did do it. I haven't had my shades all that long."
"How long?"
"Six months."
"You need a haircut then. At least neaten it up. I don't mind it long though. Maybe you should let it grow out."
"You want me to? I don't care one way or the other."
"Yeah, why not? And I'll get your jacket fixed."
"My leather? Yeah, it's a little ragged. I can mend it though."
"New one then."
"War. . ."
"Shut up and stop stealing my milkshake."
"Fuck off, Warren."
"So, how are the essays coming?"
"Slowly."
"Can I give you some motivation?"
"Depends on what you think will motivate me."
Warren considered. "For every hour they spend undone, you'll get two stripes on your ass from the thickest whip I have."
"Which isn't very thick," Scott taunted.
"And I won't fuck you when I'm done."
Scott frowned. "Give me a few hours grace?"
"Timing starts in three hours."
"Agreed." Scott stole Warren's milkshake again.
****
"Done," Scott said. He rubbed at his eyes. Warren looked up from the paper. He checked his watch. "Hmm, only 10 hours, minus three. I make that seven hours. 14 lashes then." Warren grinned. "You want that now so you can sleep on it or wait until tomorrow and have it before Charles wakes up?"
"Oh, that's a wonderful set of choices."
"I thought so."
Scott considered. "Now, since you're going to be a bastard about it."
"Come to my room."
"You want to make me walk afterwards?"
"Yes."
"Sadist."
"Exactly." They walked through the hall together. "So, shall I play sappy romantic and take you to nice restaraunts and movies?"
"Why not? Maybe play some pool and some poker? Corrupt Bobby to the ways of strip poker?"
"Tease Hank out into the fresh air? Sounds like a plan." Warren slid his arm around Scott's body, so that his hand rested on his boyfriend's hip. Scott leaned into his embrace. "So, can I call you 'sweetheart' in public or will you puke?"
"I'll puke the first few times, but I'll get used to it. Better than 'Scotty'. I cannot abide that name."
"Okay, Scotty."
"Bitch."
Warren guided Scott into the room first. Scott stood quietly when Warren left him. "Strip," Warren stated. Scott complied. "Shades too."
"Please, I. . ."
"Scott."
"Yes, sir." Scott folded his things into a neat pile. He placed his glasses on top. He felt Warren behind him.
"Kneel down. Tip your head back." Warren taped his boy's eyes shut. He cuffed him, so that his hands were in front of him. "If you'd finished your tasks on time, there would be no need for punishment," Warren stated as he loosened his wrist with a few experimental swings. He bent Scott over the bed. "Should I gag you?"
"Yes, sir," Scott said. He didn't want anyone to hear him scream. The penis gag went on tightly. He stroked his cock.
"Hands where I can see them." Warren worked quickly, striping Scott ass and thighs with thick angry stripes, raising welts. Scott whined and moaned into his gag. This was harsh punishment, but it was what he knew and understood. That Warren was cold while doing it rather than angry, made it more punishing somehow. His cock was stiffening. He squirmed, but didn't try to stand until Warren freed his wrists and took back the gag. Scott touched the tape on his eyes. "You may not remove it until I've told you. On your knees. I want to watch you come. Jerk off for me."
****
Scott licked his lips. He stroked his cock gently. He wanted to make this good. He stroked carefully, teasing himself until he couldn't stand it any longer. He moved more quickly with short strokes, until he came, shuddering slightly. He felt light-headed. "Lick your hand clean." He almost understood the order. His confusion must have shown on his face because he heard Warren laugh. Then, his hand was being forced to his mouth and he understood. He licked the salty liquid from his fingers and palm. "I'm going to take off the tape and give you your glasses. Get dressed and get to bed. It's late and you'll be up early tomorrow."
"Yes, sir," Scott managed. He dressed carefully, knowing Warren was watching him. He presented himself for approval. Warren kissed him gently, seeming to realize he was unable to comprehend anything at the moment.
****
Warren walked Scott back to his room and put him to bed with a soft kiss. "Sleep well, slut," he murmured with a grin. He closed the door behind himself and whistled all the way back to his room.
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