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****** Educated and Mistaken ******
by edwardcobblepot
Summary
     Edward Nygma is 23 years old, a new teacher at a private school,
     despite just having graduated with only a bachelors degree in
     chemistry from a barely accredited college, which makes Edward Nygma
     believe his luck couldn't get any better.
     That's when he meets sophomore student Oswald Cobblepot.
     [ Some characters experience age change, background change, etc. for
     the purpose of this fic. Trigger Warning- Extremely dubious consent.]
***** Chapter 1 *****
"Mr. Edward Nygma!"
Ed rose from his seat, a wooden bench near the front office inside the
corridor, and pushed his glasses up his nose so he could recognize a face to
the voice he heard call his name. He smiled and let out a small sigh of relief
when he was met with the enthusiastic student-body principal, and shook his
hand eagerly. 
"Hello, Mr. McGluven! Thank you for reviewing my resume. I know I missed the
dead line and everything, but I'm actually a year ahead as an early graduate
and I couldn't submit-"
He began to follow the older man who started to walk away without warning. The
man waved his hand in dismissal.
"Don't you worry about that, Mr. Nygma. Lucky for you, we just had a spot open
up and we need someone to fill it a-sap, I can't stand having a substitute that
hasn't a clue what to do trying to teach these students. These parents would be
blowing up my phone if they knew I had 120 of their kids being taught AP
Chemistry by an 80 year who can't even see, let alone read to their children
for a day longer. You understand?"
Nygma nodded as he strolled beside the principal, the larger man huffing a bit
as they made their way up to the second floor.
"If I may, what happened to the other teacher? Why couldn't they even start or
finish the year?"
McGluven rubbed his finger at the bridge of his nose when they reached the top
of the steps. He sighed deeply.
"I probably should tell you, right? Right, well he was murdered by the mob.
Apparently he was running his own meth lab in his basement or something and
selling it to the mob. He ripped them off or laced it or whatnot and they
strung him from the flag pole outside his home. It was gory, I'm surprised you
didn't hear about it. I couldn't find a replacement for the first couple weeks,
so I thank the heavens and the earth for your resume."
Edward raised his eyebrows at that, and smiled slightly at the praise.
"Wow. Um no, I moved here from New York a couple days ago, when I heard you
wanted to speak to me. I knew I had gotten the job. Word was that this school
doesn't just hire anybody."
"Ah, you're from the mainland, I see. I myself am from Connecticut. Well, word
is right. We only hire the most prestigous teachers. I've seen your grades,
absolutely incredible, never got below a 96 on your report card. Your taste in
college was quite disappointing though, but I know our students will be in good
hands with you."
"Absolutely."
They reached one of many wooden door. Room 234. The AP and PAP Chemistry lab.
The school was large for a private school, having a little over a thousand
students. He was standing in one of many vast hallways, anti-drug and pro-
football season propaganda lined the grey brick walls. Ed took a deep breath.
He remembered how much he hated high school only five years ago, and here he
was again. Except now, he was being paid to be here. The heavier man patted him
on the back and opened the door, hurrying Mr. Nygma inside.
"Hello students, this is Mr. Edward Nygma, and he will be your new- and
permanent- Chemistry teacher this year. He is young but do not be mistaken, he
deserves the same respect as Ms. Johnson or Saint Hughes, and if you cause him
any trouble this won't be the only time you see me this year. Understood?"
The entire class, save one or two students, responded 'Yes sir' in unison. He
gave Mr. Nygma one more sincere 'Good Luck' smile, and wobbled out the door.
"Hi. Um, I'm your new teacher, obviously. Dang, okay. Does anyone have any
questions about me before we get started?"
A red-headed girl with a flower in her hair raised her hand.
"Yes?"
"Are you going to take role?"
Edward nearly slapped himself in the face at that.
"Of course. What am I doing?"
He nervously chuckled.
"Okay. Wayne?"
"Here."
"Pepper?"
"Here."
"Gordon?"
"Here."
Edward got through about twelve more names before he was interrupted by someone
walking through the class door. It was a young man, not skinny nor broad, with
hair that spiked up a little in the center of his head and at his forehead,
where it was heavily gelled. His uniform was all out of sorts, and he had a
coffee cup in his hand with his bag slung over his shoulder. 
"May I help you, young man?"
Edward said in his bravest possible voice. The kid seemed unintimidated. He
licked his lips slowly, huffed, and rolled his eyes. The entire class stared
holes into Ed's head.
Edward heard a few kids mutter and whisper, before the young man scoffed,
"'Young man' yourself. You look younger than I do."
Edward thought to himself that may be a little true... He was very baby faced
and the teenager had deep bags under his eyes and a sculpted face that made him
appear a bit older. If he hadn't been in his tenth grade class, he would've
thought him to be a senior.
"Even if that was true, I'm still the adult, and your new teacher. What's your
name?"
The kid, unphased, plopped his book bag onto the floor by an empty desk at the
front of the class and then sat down. He proceeded to stare up at Edward, and
without breaking eye contact, smirked and licked his lips again.
Suddenly, Edward's lips felt dry too, and he had goosebumps on his arms and his
legs wanted to give out. He felt like he was being back as a ninth grader,
being shoved into a locker. His heart pounded, and he tuned back into the real
world. 
He was the adult here. 
'Don't let yourself be freaked out by this little asshole.'
"Oswald Van Dahl- Cobblepot. The last on the list, typically."
Edward peered down at the attendance sheet on his clipboard, and marked a 'T'
by his name, for tardy.
"So it seems. Meet me here after school, Mr. Cobblepot."
"Uh? What for?"
"You've were absent or tardy three days in the first three weeks of school. You
have a classroom detention."
Edward replied, not looking up from the board where he began to write out basic
chemical equations.
A couple of students gasped and one giggled. Oswald slammed his book onto the
desk, causing silence to fill the room. Edward looked back at him. 
"Would you like to make it two?"
"Yes, please!"
Oswald over exaggerated his tone, and Edward went to his desk to file two
classroom detention slips.
"You have it. And since everyone finds it so amusing, you can all read pages 16
through 36 and answer review questions on 21 and 37 for the rest of class."
The class groaned. Edward was honestly embarassed and didn't know where this
need to power struggle with this student came from, but he wasn't going to
loose.
Edward strided over to the young Oswald's desk thirty minutes later. 
"I look forward to your company, Oswald."
Edward smiled sarcastically at the younger man.
"Oh, I'm sure we will come to a mutual understanding soon enough. We have all
the time in the world, apparently. Four whole hours worth."
Oswald sneered back. Edward strolled back to his desk, so satisfied with
himself he wanted to give himself a high five.
***** Chapter 2 *****
knock knock
It was finally 2:45pm, and the last bell rang. Edward kept wanting to kick
back, relax, maybe grade some papers, but every time he would let himself rest
he reminded himself that a spoiled brat was scheduled to be baby sat by him for
the next two hours. And now he had to answer the door.
Reluctantly, he walked toward the door and opened it. He look slightly down to
find Oswald, who had his earphones in and was watching a video.
"Hello, Oswald. Please, take a seat."
Oswald took his earphones out of his ears and walked into the room, limping
slightly. Edward hadn't noticed it until then. 
"Is there something wrong with your leg?"
Edward asked curiously, only after saying it realized that it was sort of an
asshole thing to say to him.
"Is there something wrong with your brain?"
Oswald snapped back, dropping his book bag to the floor and settling into his
seat. Edward was reliefed that Oswald didn't take it too hard.
"Not quite. Graduated top of my class, highschool and college."
Edward smiled, walking back towards his desk to set down his papers and grab a
sudoku puzzle.
"Yeah, Guttman Community college is so prestigious."
Oswald torted back, sarcastically. 
A silence fell among them. Edward raised an eyebrow at the smaller man and
Oswald stared right back through him.
"How did you know where I went to college?"
Edward said, now actually interested in this conversation they were having.
Oswald smiled at him. A shit eatting, grimy, smile that made Edward want to
punch him in the throat.
Edward grabbed a stool and sat across from the younger man, puzzle in his lap.
"Obsession is not healthy, Oswald. Perhaps you should consider investing your
time in more productive things other than wasting mine by forcing me to babysit
you for your erratic behavior."
Edward smirked at him. It was the second time this day that he felt as if he
had to face off with this kid. The kid's eyes went soft, almost as if he had
forgotten about his natural desire to piss him off. After a few minutes of
Edward working on a sudoku puzzle, Oswald offered him a snarky comment.
"What do you suppose I should do to be more productive with my time?
Edward looked up at him, eyebrows drawn up. The kid's voice was as soft as his
crystal blue eyes. Edward felt trapped, and wanted to slap himself in the face
for holding his gaze on Oswald's light pink lips for a second or two too long.
Edward looked into his eyes again.
"You are asking for my advice? Sincerely?"
Oswald nodded slowly.
"Yes, of course. I want to know what you would do if you were me."
"Well-"
Oswald abrutly stood up, cutting Edward off.
"Actually, I know already what you do to keep yourself productive."
"What do you mean by that?"
Edward straightened himself up in his seat. He couldn't believe the kid was
going at it again. 
"I could be like you. I could be getting shoved into lockers, ignored by my
parents, shit talked by teenagers..."
Edward scoffed and rolled his eyes. Oswald folded his arms across his chest.
"You seem to think you know so much about me. Where would you have gotten this
info, huh?"
"Its actually just written all over you. But, I wouldn't exactly call you an
open book. You know whats not written all over you?"
"Hmm?"
Edward began to tune out again, paying more attention to the condition of his
fingernails that he chewed often.
"The additional, fourth and by comparison more appealing option on how I could
be like you."
"And what would that be?"
Edward mumbled back.
"Oh, I could be sucking dick and selling porn to pay for my shitty community
college."
Edward nearly fell out of his seat. There was a brief moment where Ed searched
for words, until he could manage to spit out a few.
"What are you even talking about Oswald? That is highly innapropriate."
"Mmm."
Oswald smiled his wicked, shit eatting grin again.
"Oh I get it," Edward laughed, "How could I not have seen? You are just playing
one of your little games, toying around with people. You are sticking an
unloaded gun to my head, Oswald. Do you realize how much trouble you are
putting yourself into? And we just met each other. If your Principal-"
"I wouldn't exactly call the gun unloaded."
Oswald pulled his phone from his pocket and unlocked it. Edward felt himself
sweating now. After half a minute, which felt more like hours, Oswald pulled up
a video and spun his phone to the older man. 
"Press play whenever you like. It's a wonderful video, but the camera is
somewhat trash. There are better quality videos out there, though. This one is
just my personal favorite."
Oswald sat back slyly and watched Ed's jaw drop. Edward felt like he had been
punched in the gut. Half of him wanted to know where he found these videos from
over a year and a half ago, and half of him wondered how many of them he
watched. 'This one is just my personal favorite'.
"Where'd you get these? These were all supposed to be private sale and deleted
before I moved here."
Edward swallowed the log in his throat. Oswald snorted.
"Private sale indeed. Well, my father is a man of many friends, and a sort of
jack of all trades. He looks after me, makes sure I'm being treated
respectfully, and taught by the most accredited teachers..."
Oswald walked toward the older man, mearly straddling him. He picked some flint
off of the older man's suit jacket. His expression was unreadable.
"What do you want? Other than to completely embarass me?" No answer.
"Seriously? All this research into my life just because of a stupid detention.
Consider your detention dismissed if you have such a hard time bearing
consequences to your actions." Silence again. A smirk from Oswald. "You know,
not everyone has a ton of money to do as they please. Some of us have a be
scrappy to survive. That's something you'd never understand."
Suddenly, a hand gripped Edward's cheeks in a tight hold. Edward became
flustered, face turned red as he became stuck in the paralyzing grips.
"I could teach you a thing or two about consequences, Mr. Nygma."
Edward remained quiet. His toes curled in his shoes.
"Originally I just wanted something 'stupid' to hang flyers of all over the
school, to welcome our new teacher. Like an embarassing yearbook photo or an
ugly selfie, which might I add you have none, as a hazing of sorts, harmless
fun. But, when my father had his friends do a little digging, I discovered
there is much more to you than I originally thought. Now, I entertained the
idea of taking a screenshot from one of these little old things, but... I've
reconsidered."
"Oh really, how gracious of you. A change of heart? Why?"
"Well partly because I don't want anyone else seeing you like that, it's just
unfair to you. And I am nothing if not reasonable and fair."
"Why else?"
"Mainly because I want you all to myself."
Edward nearly gasped, he would have if his face wasn't being so tightly
squeezed. Oswald released him, then backed up to lean against a wall.
"I am... Confused. To say the least."
Oswald strolled past him lightly, staying on his toes and keeping swift motion
despite his poor condition. He walked over to the man's desk, looking around
and peaking into the drawers.
"Well, the way I see it, you can take what's behind curtain number one," Oswald
picked up a cup of pencils, spilled them out onto the desk, and smiled to
himself, "I can connect my bluetooth to the projector tomorrow, or stream the
videos to every computer in this school, or send them to everyone I know and I
can expose you to the whole school as the cock-sucking whore that you are..."
Edward could feel himself blushing in embarassment and anger, "or you can take
what's behind special curtain number two."
Edward grinded his teeth and balled his fists. He way trying to weigh his
options and wondered if he'd win in a physical fight against this kid. But then
what? He'd get fired and all the videos would probably get leaked anyways,
ruining his future shots of becoming a teacher in any respected school ever
again.
"And what would curtain number two be?"
Edward growled through a locked jaw.
"I was so hoping you would ask," Oswald walked toward the man, and combed his
fingers through his neatly trimmed hair, "be a good boy and get on your knees
for me."
"Fuck you."
Edward snapped back, all the blood drained from his face. He stood up and
pushed Oswald, barely making the kid step back.
"Ah ah ah, Edward. Don't make me do something you'll regret."
Stunned for a second by the use of his first name, he tried to ignore the kid's
power play.
"I don't believe you for one goddamn second. You wouldn't send it out, and you
sure as hell wouldn't project it. You like me here, obviously a little more
than you should."
Suddenly, loud moaning noises filled the room. Edward cleaned off his glasses
and looked back to see a clear image of him... With another man. It was a video
from when he was freshly 18, barely legal to be doing what he was doing, and he
was choking in real life and in the video. He was stroking himself slowly while
sucking the other guy off.
"No, Professor, I don't want to expose you, but if I can't have you... Then I
suppose everyone can."
'There you go baby. You're doing so well for your daddy. I'm almost there...
You gonna cum for me? Get yourself all messy while I spill in your mouth? You'd
like that. Good boy.'
Edward's eyes were watering, and he was nodding and practically purring as the
stranger slowly fucked his mouth. His eyes rolled backwards, and he felt shocks
up his spine as his orgasm overcame him. He could barely tune in his ears to
hear the grunts from the other man as he spilled into his mouth, and he
swallowed around him.
Edward's fists connected to Oswald's jaw. Oswald dropped his phone and
proceeded to fight back against this man, somehow over powering him and pinning
his hands over his head.
"Stop it! Now! Stop fighting!" 
Oswald shouted at him, and Edward began to stop struggling, despite still being
enraged. His face grew particularly red when he heard the video of himself
moaning dramatically loud. Oswald smirked at him.
"You fucking bastard, you'll pay for this!"
Edward tried to wiggle out of his grip with no success.
"I already did. $7.99 on XXXVideos.com."
"Fuck you!"
"Not quite."
Oswald straddled him, as Edward tried to get his chest to stop pounding. Oswald
touched his own jaw, wincing when he put pressure where Edward had punched him
minutes before.
"I deserved that, maybe. But you definitely deserve this."
In a second, before Edward could blink, Oswald was kissing him, passionately,
and slowly grinding his hips into Ed's. When his tongue gently pressed against
his mouth, without thinking, Edward parted his lips and swiped their tongues
together. 
'This is so wrong.' Edward thought to himself, but moaned when Oswald began to
suck hickeys onto his neck and bite down.
"You won't do it."
"You seem to consistently underestimate what I will and won't do."
Oswald whispered hotly into his ear.
"Do what you do best, Professor. Scrap it out. Struggle for me. Do what it
takes to keep your nice little job here, or pay the consequences."
Oswald began to undo his pants, hands shaking with eagerness. Edward froze.
What was he still doing there? About to have sex with a minor in his place of
work? All over being a former pornstar? It's not the worst working background
he could have. 
"Oswald I-i can't do this. Please stop."
"Yes you can and you will Nygma."
Ed's eyes widened when Oswald pulled his cock from its restraints. It looked to
be about nine inches long, and it curved up slightly, with a pink head that was
already drooling a bit. It was pretty, like the rest of Oswald, and the biggest
(by about three inches) that he had come this close to. Nervously, and scared,
Edward licked his lips and looked up at Oswald.
"Oswald I can't. Please don't-"
"You will if you want to keep your job. I'm not playing games anymore, Nygma. I
want what's mine."
Edward thought that all spoiled brats must feel this entitled to other people's
bodies. He wanted to cry partly, yet the other part of him just wanted to set
aside the circumstance and please the young man who was now straddling Edward
with his knees by his shoulders, tip of his cock barely touching the older
man's lips. It was the most genuine and erotic sexual scenario he had ever been
in in his life, and it was with a sixteen year old kid. It couldn't possibly
get more wrong than this.
"Go on, then. Kiss it."
Oswald chuckled, hovering over him as he loosened up his own tie. Edward looked
up at him and gently took him in his mouth, sucking lightly and tasting the
precum that was leaking.
Oswald shut his eyes and relaxed, he almost look peaceful... Approachable,
even.
Edward took in another two inches, feeling like he already was going to choke
because of the awful angle. Edward let it out of his mouth with a small pop,
and it gently and humiliatingly slapped against his face, making his eyes
close.
"Edward, why the sudden modesty? I know you can do better."
Oswald asked, brushing a loose hair from Ed's forehead. His bright red cheeks
added to the beauty of his delicate skin.
"Can we, uh, change positions?"
Oswald groaned and reluctantly stood up, and decidedly kicked off his shoes as
Edward got up to a kneel. He watched as his dick bobbed freely as walked, hard
and dripping and delicious. Oswald sat in his assigned seat, pants around his
ankles.
"You can suck me off under my desk, Professor, if you beg for it first."
Edward knew there was no way he would beg for it.
"Absolutely not."
Edward stated with pride, still kneeling.
"Do as I say or don't cum. That's your final warning, Nygma."
'Oh shit. That's kinda hot.'
Edward thought to himself, letting out a small whimper he couldn't hold back,
watching Oswald slowly jerk himself off. He wondered if Oswald had jerked off
in class, watching those videos of him, or if he had waited all day for this.
He was suddenly aware of how hard he was as well.
No one had ever wanted him this bad, no pornstar, no ex boyfriend or
girlfriend. This teenager made up in his mine that Edward was his to take from
the moment he arrived. The idea made Ed shutter.
He slowly crawled under Oswald's desk. Atleast this way, he couldn't see his
face, couldn't tell him how pretty he looked with his dick in his mouth,
couldn't see how he cried when he choked on his cock.
"Please, Oswald-"
"Try again."
"Oswa-"
"No."
It finally clicked to Edward, and he thought it couldn't have possibly gotten
anymore humiliating than it already was.
"Please daddy, let me suck your cock so I can cum."
A split second later his face was yet again slapped by the messy cockhead. 
"Cum when you please. But since you've been so difficult," Oswald blindly
searched for Edward's hands, which Edward offered to him, "you can only cum
from sucking my cock and rutting against my foot. Those are your options." He
tied Edwards hands with his tie and held them in his lap, his cock between Ed's
arms, making him have to sit up a bit more for a better angle.
"You'll thank me when you cum, and you'll thank me for permission."
Oswald slipped the foot on his good leg between Ed's legs. 
"Thank you, daddy."
Edward mumbled, beyond embarrassed. Oswald raked fingers through his hair,
making him want to rub against the touch. 
"Get on with it, then."
Edward took the cock back into his mouth, and let his eyes close. He decided to
get it done quickly and he'd finish himself off at home. He bobbed his head up
and down a few times, then tried to will himself to take it all the way down.
He got to almost two inches from the base when he decided to stop. Oswald
tightened his grip on the back of his head and pushed him the rest of the way
down. Edward fought the need to breath, to kick and fight, and instead rutted
against Oswald's leg like some kind of helpless dog.
"Good boy. You're doing so amazing, professor. Hold it there for just a little
longer. Good fucking boy."
He pulled his head off and Edward gasped for breath, quickly working at his
balls to keep him satisfied. He continued to grind his hips against his leg.
"Oh, babygirl, you should've just told me earlier today that this was what you
needed, I would've happily bent you over in front of the whole class, given
them a lesson on anatomy..."
Oswald joked, but it made Edward pull away to give a deep moan.
"Is that what you want, Nygma? Or would you rather me pound you in the bathroom
and leave you there for someone else to have their turn, covered in my cum?"
"Oh my god, Osw- Daddy! I'm gonna cum!"
Oswald grabbed Ed by the back of his head and forced himself down his throat,
as Ed gagged. Oswald felt saliva dripping down his balls and his pubic hair,
making him moan loudly.
"Cum baby. Cum while you choke on my cock."
Edward saw stars, became lack and unresponsive as his eyes rolled back and he
suffered through the most powerful orgasm he had ever had. He felt like he was
sobbing and whimpering, but no coherent words came out. He also felt Oswald
shoot down his throat and pull out, still spilling cum all over his face. He
gasped as he swallowed and held his tongue out without thinking about how
pitiful he must look (thank god Oswald couldn't see him all that well from the
angle).
After a moment, Edward crawled out from under the desk, pants uncomfortablely
wet and sticky. He sighed deeply and allowed himself to lay down on the floor,
staring up towards the ceiling. He hadn't realized Oswald had gotten up and
redressed himself until a box of tissues fell on his chest. 
"Next time you want to degrade me in front of the whole class, I want you to
remember kneeling to me under my desk, and cumming in your pants from simply
sucking my cock and rutting against my leg. You understand me?"
Edward barely nodded as he sat up. 
Oswald licked his lips. Oswald thought about actually bending him over the desk
right now and fucking his brains out, but it was already five and he had places
to be.
"You look good like that, babygirl. I can't wait to do it again."
Oswald picked up his phone and unsynced the porn that was on the projector,
which was already rolling through the credits. He threw on his overcoat- an
expensive leather jacket, and headed towards the door.
"Oswald?"
He heard, hand on the door. He turned to see Edward wiping his face with a
tissue.
"Yes?"
"Thank you."
With a wink, Oswald walked out the classroom door.
***** Chapter 3 *****
Chapter Notes
     It took me three days to write this chapter, and I rewrote it about
     five different times. So please, feast upon it.
"You're glowing, Edward. Don't think I can't tell when you're getting laid
out."
His roommate, Isabella, joked with him. Edward hadn't quite woken up yet, and
nearly spit out his coffee at the statement. She giggled, and sat cross-legged
on the couch. She had her light blonde hair pulled back into a messy bun. Her
sweatpants stretched out around her ankles, and her large t-shirt had a sleeve
sliding down one of her shoulders. Edward admitted to himself that he enjoyed
seeing her like this- she cleared his eyes when she looked so naturally
beautiful, like lavender cleared the nose. Though woman weren't really his
department, he was fond of her.
"So who's the lucky gal or guy?"
She was his best and only friend, who thankfully moved with him to this crime-
ridden city, she asked with curiousity. He sighed and rubbed the bridge of his
nose. He wondered if people could smell it on him, or if he was just that
obvious.
oh yeah, by the way, forgot to mention that a student shoved his cock down my
throat and made me cum in my pants like some teenager my first day on the job,
thanks for noticing.
"I'm not getting laid, Izzy. Maybe it's my skincare product you're noticing."
Edward joked, running his hands delicately over his own face, pretending to be
a model from a covergirl commercial. He half heartedly was hoping that his
roommate would just drop the subject.
"Okay, okay. So it's confidential. Just tell me what they're like."
She smiled friendly at him, and he checked his watch. Ten minutes til he had to
be out the door. He ran his fingers through his curly hair, which he hadn't
bothered to straighten that morning. When he realized she wouldn't budge, he
sighed to himself.
"He's... Strong willed, stubborn, difficult to get along with, a control freak
who's super possesive and dominant, I feel like he's constantly breathing down
my neck, ready for me to make the first move. He's unreadable and a genius and
very dangerous. I think that about covers it."
Edward spoke quickly, not wanting to dwell on the topic. Edward sipped his
coffee loudly, and Isabella nodded, impressed.
"Sounds intense. And you like him?"
"Pssh. Of course."
They both chuckled, and Isabella's watch beeped. He chortled to himself as she
struggled to pull herself from the couch.
"I got to get ready for work."
"And I have to go to work."
"Mmm. Have a good day. Try to keep the hickeys covered up, too."
Edward clasped a hand around his own neck as he made it out the door. There
lies his source of exposure.
===============================================================================
 
"Alright! It seems thats everybody besides-"
The classroom door opened, and fifteen minutes late for the three days in a row
that Edward had been here, was the infamous Oswald Van Dahl-Cobblepot. His tie
was undone and he looked like he got about 20 minutes of sleep last night.
Edward greeted him, low voiced as he spoke to him privately.
"Oswald. I'm so glad you could join us. Tell me, are you on a mission to get
every detention you can from me?"
Oswald smiled at him, raising his chin a bit to seem taller than he was. The
dark circles under his eyes contrasted almost painfully with the light tone of
his skin. That's where Edward realized the difference between his love for his
best friend and his love for Oswald... his best friend cleared his mind,
cleared his senses with her enthusiasm and soft, gentleness. Oswald enticed
something deep inside of him, pulled it out from within him and showed it off
like some trophy to the world. He made him feel like he had been stricken by
something much more spectacular than he had ever known. Isabella was a peace
treaty. Oswald was a blood spilled, enemy-gutted victory.
He wanted to win, he didn't want to give in.
"Detention with you is never that awful, now, is it?"
Oswald said in almost a whisper, and he could feel his students cold stare. He
found himself and swam to the surface, decidedly not drowning in the other
young man's eyes while his students look on.
"Take a seat, Mr. Cobblepot, you're lucky I don't give you a referral to the
principal's office. And fix your tie."
He said loudly, and turned to the class, which stuck their heads back down.
Oswald scoffed at the last remark and practically fell into his seat, knee
giving out on him half way down. He hissed, putting pressure of the side of his
knee cap. Edward felt a little bad for him, the kid probably had a partially
shattered knee cap or a torn ligament and he didn't even know it or treat it.
He gave him a sympathetic look that went unnoticed, and continued to go over
chemical bonds. He turned back towards his students after several minutes of
scribbling on the board. He answered a few questions, letting his eyes
constantly drift to Oswald, who bit his lip as he looked heavily concentrated
on drawing in his sketchbook, not noticing his favorite teacher the first
couple of glances. Eventually, their eyes locked, and Oswald gestured his eyes
down to his own lap, where he spread his legs wide and deliberately for his
teacher, who began to break out in a cold sweat.
"Any more questions?"
The oldest man in the room cleaned his glasses hastily. Oswald raised his hand.
The class groaned, now frustrated with how long the introduction was taking.
"Okay, I'll answer your question personally. Everybody else can get to working
on the worksheet now."
The classroom of students turned their attention to their papers, instructed
strictly by their principal not to speak until all their work was completed
unless spoken to by a teacher. Edward strolled over to Oswald's desk, hands
clasped behind his back as he bent over to be almost ear to ear with Oswald. 
"You're really glowing this morning, Mr. Nygma. Have a good night last night?"
"You know," Edward paused for a second, scanning over the front page. He could
feel Oswald's hot breath on the shell of his ear, so much so that he had to
reposition himself to squatting beside the desk to keep from arching his back,
"you're the second person to say that to me today."
Edward flipped the page over to the back, Oswald gleamed at him.
"Oh? Who else noticed, I do wonder?"
Edward scrunched his eyebrows in confusion, and looked into Oswald's eyes, that
no longer appeared very tired.
"You've already answered all the questions."
Edward stated, dumbly. Oswald nodded, as if he hadn't already known that
himself.
"Yes, I know. I was just wondering if you've thought about me for these last
couple of lonely nights we've had."
Oswald toyed with his own tie. Edward flustered at the question, as if the kid
genuinely cared about him. His lips were pressed out a bit, and he stared doe-
eyed at the taller man as he stood up.
"Not a bit."
He lied, bitterly, the words like ash on his tongue. Oswald huffed to himself,
and licked his lips. He strolled back to his desk to grade papers and be
miserable.
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 Edward was starving by noon. He finished up his third period class and
dismissed the students two minutes early for lunch break. Edward stood up and
stretched, grabbed his wallet and keys off his desk, amd made his way down the
hallway.
His stomach was practically eating itself by the time he was maiing it down the
stairs, the loudness of the cafeteria barely drowning out the sounds of it's
grumbling. 
Edward pushed open the doors that led outside, practically skipping, when he
heard loud shouting.
He rushed around the corner of the school to the parking lot, where he found a
group of teenagers fighting. He pushed his glasses up his nose and hurriedly
jogged over there (as to not make him look like a fool for the strange way he
runs). 
"Boys, boys! Stop it"
He pushed through a circle of teenagers to find Oswald knocking a kid's face
in. The victim desperately trying to fight his way out of his circumstance.
"Oh my god, Oswald! Stop right this instant."
Oswald barely looked up at him for a second before uppercutting the other
teenager under him. Edward quickly grabbed Oswald by wrapping his hands
underneath both his arms and dragging him up, practically fighting Oswald
himself to get him off the other boy. He quickly released him and stepped
between the two, the other had gotten up and tried to continue the fight,
apparently unaware that he had already lost.
"What is going on here?!"
Sister Jillian, a catholic volunteer teacher, shoved her way through the ring
of people, and helped pull the other boy, Vinny Conway, from Edward, as he held
back Oswald.
"Are you a lunatic, Oswald? Have you lost your mind?! What the hell were you
doing!"
"Oh of course, Cobblepot, get your little boyfriend in on it, since you can't
fight your own battles!" The other child spit, blood weeping from his nose.
Edward felt embarassed and out of place, being called his boyfriend and all. It
hit a little too close to home.
"You're lucky he's here, shit face, or you'd have my foot up your ass!" Oswald
shouted, vigarously lunging towards him, where Edward held him back.
"Boys! What has gotten into you! Vinny, apologize to Mr. Nygma right now!"
"Sorry, faggot."
The angry child hissed at him. Edward considered letting Oswald have at him,
but instead decided just to appear uneffected as possible.
"That's real mature, Mr. Conway."
Edward sneered back. He tightened his grasp on Oswald's shoulder.
"That's it! Consider 213 your permanent room the rest of this year! Get to the
principal's office right now young man, march!"
She shouted at him, and he and another teacher who had came to assist grabbed
him by the arm and walked away with him, escorting him to the Principal's
office. Oswald touched his sore cheek.
The teacher hurried the other students back to the cafeteria, leaving Edward
and Oswald to themselves.
"What happened, Oswald?"
Oswald sat down in the grass, and Edward remained standing, lurking over him.
"I- fuck, okay. I heard him making jokes about you and I lost my temper.
Someone had to say something, Edward.You won't understand."
"I now understand that you are very immature, not to be trusted, and that you
think I'm some princess you have to defend with your life."
"He told all his friends about how he was going to pass you around with his
buddies until you were out cold."
Oswald was nearly yelling at him, looking like he was about to cry from anger.
Edward scoffed.
"It's funny that you suddenly care about me, Oswald, considering you said just
the other day about how you didn't care if you exposed me to everyone."
"Well, you're mine now, and no one can talk that sort of shit about you. And if
you have a problem with me sticking up for you, maybe you should find a job
some where else."
"Maybe I will."
Edward began to walk away, now just as furious as he was hungry.
"Please, Ed. You'd be crawling back in a week if you left. You like it too
much."
Oswald said, quickly catching up to him despite his condition.
"Shut up."
Ed felt defeated already. His defense was bleeding, and he was metaphorically
trying to tie-off the wound. 
"You like it so much I don't even have to touch you."
"I said shut up!"
Pissed off, he checked the time on his watch, knowing he wouldn't have time to
grab lunch anymore.
"You've probably thought only about me for the last few days."
Oswald demanded an answer, a reaction, out of Edward.
"Shut the fuck up! You see, it's okay or whatever if you oversexualize me, but
not if anyone else does it, right?"
"Right."
Oswald said, casually, as if it was an obvious truth.
"I'm so done with you, Oswald. You got what you wanted from me. Now leave me
alone."
"You want to know what I want? I want your full obedience and I want you to not
question me when I give a shit about you. That's what I want."
"And what? I'm supposed to get on my knees and kiss the ground you walk on for
being the oh-so-brave knight that rescued me from the petty insults of an
insecure little boy. You know why I'd never want you, Oswald? Because you are a
spoiled child that throws a tantrum anytime he doesn't get what he wants!
Especially when what he wants doesn't want him back. You're a crooked, twisted
bully, Oswald, and you're no better than the pig you were fighting."
Suddenly, Edward was pulled down by the back of his legs, Oswald tumbling down
with him, and he was face first in the dirt, and could feel Oswald's knee
pressing into his spine. He hissed in pain.
"Take it back, now."
Edward tried reaching his arm around, tried bucking the boy off of him, to no
avail.
"Fuck you."
Oswald grabbed him by the front of his neck and pulled him to curve his spine,
causing him to cry out in the sharp pain.
"Ffuck you! Let go of me!"
"Take it back."
"I'm sorry!"
"I have enough assholes to deal with, so will you behave now?"
Edward nodded, desperately grasping for anything to release himself from the
pain. The pressure was off his spine, and he gasped in relief. A hand gently
rubbed his shoulder.
"Good boy."
He heard the patting down of fabric, and realized in a few minutes that he had
been left completely alone. He couldn't believe his life as he flipped himself
over and looked up at the light blue sky. He checked his watch- five minutes
until he had to be back in class, he just got disciplined by his student, he
had dirt all over his clothes, and even worse- he was still hungry.
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 "Come home with me."
Edward hadn't even noticed the younger man had walked into his classroom, and
was startled by the sound of his voice. It had only been five minutes since the
school let out, yet the vast hallway left no familiar sign of human life, save
the two men in the cold classroom. Edward jumped a little, and pushed his
glasses up again. Oswald closed the door behind himself. He approached Edward
with slow, even strides.
"That's the most idiotic idea you've had all week. You are a hurricane, Oswald.
Perhaps I should hire a defense attorney, go to court, might be the more
pleasurable option that wasting more time fulfilling your desires."
Edward rambled, shoving papers into a book bag. He sighed deeply when he felt
Oswald's presence behind him.
"Hard words, Mr. Nygma. Are you telling me you find no pleasure in being with
me?"A sly hand crept up his arm. Edward pushed his hair from his forehead with
the opposite hand."No pleasure in... fulfilling my desires?" 
He asked him, very close, but not close enough for Ed's liking.
"I'm telling you I shouldn't. What would happen if I agreed? 'Oh hey, mom, dad
this is my Chemistry teacher I've been banging. We are going to head up stairs
to have nauseatingly loud sex. Toodles!' Besides, i'm busy. I have about three
hundred papers to grade by Monday, I'll be here all weekend."
Edward mocked the younger man, flailing his hands and speaking in a high
pitched voice. Oswald scorned the motion.
"My parents aren't home for the weekend,  they went to Vegas," Oswald moved to
being pressed behind Edward, the toe of his shoes touching Edward's heels. He
took a deep breath as the kid wrapped his arms around him, "You can grade
papers later, or bring them with you, if you so please. "
"That makes absolutely no difference to me, Oswald. I have other priorities,
and you are about last on the list on things I need to do. Sorry I cannot be at
your beckon call like your previous lovers."
He could barely whisper out the words, leaning into his touch cautiously and
slowly, hoping Oswald wouldn't notice how his body betrayed him. He needed to
get some work done, dammit. Needed to prove that he deserved this job just as
much as any of these master-degree catholic saints with an eight inch sticks up
their asses.
"Let's not get started on the 'previous lovers' topic, Professor. I don't think
you'd enjoy that conversation."
Oswald kissed the older man's shoulder gently, holding his face close to him to
breathe in his scent. Edward looked towards the door, which Oswald had locked
without even him noticing. A sigh of relief, despite them and a few janitors
most likely the only people still in the school. Oswald sighed, a sigh that
wreaked of disappointment and disapproval. Edward could hardly bare it- It was
like a knock to the chest. He couldn't understand the hold Oswald had on him,
nor could he explain it.
"I should get going then, since you're so busy."
Oswald whispered to him like it was some sacred secret, gripped his waist hard
before letting go.
"No, stay."
Edward muttered, shades of red washing over his face. He reached back with
soft, pleading hands that shook when he grasped the cuffs of Oswald's suit
jacket.
Edward knew Oswald was toxic. Poison that he couldn't spit out, the kind that
drew him to a sweating and rutting mess at the snap of his finger tips,
manipulated him emotionally, dominated him physically and sexually. Yet, he
wanted it so bad. Craved the pain with every fiber of his being, to the point
where he was allowing the sixteen year old to drive him crazy to do god-knows-
what with him. It made him ache. It felt scandalous and sinful, something he
wouldn't dare confess to his priest about, rather rot in hell than let his
inner torment slip from his lips. He could not believe he was letting a sixteen
year old do these things to him. He couldn't wait until the law caught a sniff
of this and what they were doing. He gripped the fabric tighter, though the
younger man was unmoving.
"Please, stay."
"Well, since you ask so nicely."
Edward, unknowing what to do, faced Oswald, who turned back his way, and knelt
in front of him.
Oswald groomed his natural hair, twirling a curl in his fingers.
"I like it like this. Bed head suits you."
"Thank you."
"No more talking. Stand up." 
Edward hesitantly stood to his feet, and Oswald grabbed him by his tie. His
knees buckled, and he could barely find his balance, so he wrapped his arms
over the other's shoulders. With the other hand, Oswald traced his fingers
around the frame of Edwards glasses, before peeling them off with two fingers.
Edward, being very hard of seeing, could now only make out the soft colors and
shapes of Oswald- no distinct features, like his roaring blue eyes. Edward
whined, and then felt as if he was being dramatic, but decided he didn't care
if he was or not. He wanted to see his face.
"I'm sorry, baby. I didn't want to break them."
Oswald set them gently down on the teacher's desk. He pulled Edward by his tie,
guiding a nearly blinded Ed towards the center of the classroom. He kissed his
neck, letting his hand fall down to cup the other man through his pants, Edward
tilted his head back, fulling exposing his neck as he rested his back against a
desk, careful not to put too much pressure on it at first to make sure it was
stable. Oswald grabbed the taller man's legs and wrapped them around his waist,
leaning him completely against the table, and being to kiss him slowly on his
lips, hips moving slowly and hard, making Edward grab the other man's head, and
move his hands down his back where he scratched at the fabric.
Oswald shrugged off his suit jacket, and loosened his tie to follow. He undid
his shirt and Edward moaned at the feeling of Oswald's bare back under his
fingernails, scraping him with need.
"Get undressed, take it all off. Now."
Oswald backed up a few steps and Edward released his hold on him. Edward
shrugged off his jacket, then frantically tried to unbutton his vest. By the
time he was done undoing his tie, his hands were shaking trying to unbutton his
own shirt.Oswald suddenly stepped in and pushed him back on table, pulling the
shirt where the buttons popped off and hit the tile floor with a
repeating clink.
"Oswald!"
Edward gasped, realizing his shirt would need his buttons resewn. Oswald
grabbed his face in his hands and kissed him hard, with a hunger that only he
knew he could fulfill. Edward was lost, didn't know where to put his hands, but
god it felt like coming home.
"You took too long. Flip over."
Edward flipped onto his stomach, balancing his weight on his toes and on the
floor. He toed off his shoes as he felt Oswald undoing his belt, pulling it
from his pants and letting the metal buckle hit the floor, following his pants
and underwear coming off in one pull, making Edward feel a cold breeze from the
overly air conditioned room. He felt Oswald's hand wrap around his cock,
pulling it and making him hiss at the friction. Oswald held it tight in his
hand, rubbing his thumb over the slit, and Ed mewled and almost sobbed when he
held his balls tightly, feeling them come tighter and,
"Gotta- I'm gonna-"
Edward gasped and then let out a strangled cry when Oswald held his balls
painfully tightly in his fist. With his dominant hand, Oswald smashed Edward
head into the wooden desk, making him cry out for a second time.
"You're too eager, Edward. No, you won't. Not until I tell you to. You
understand?"
"Please, please oh god."
Oswald tangled his hair in his hand and picked his head up just to wrap his
same hand around his throat, lightly.
"I'll wait until you understand."
His grip tightened in both places. Edward's fingers dug into the sides of the
desk. He felt the nails digging into his skin around his throat.
"Yes! Oswald, yes! I understand! Please!"
He gasped out, his balls aching in want and in pain. Oswald let go of his
balls, and loosened his grip on his throat. Edward took a deep breath and tried
to focus his blurry vision on the posters on the wall.
"What's my name, baby?"
He ground his suit pants against Edward's bare ass, leaning over him and making
him groan.
"You have to earn it."
Edward whispered, clinging to the table, hair falling in his face. He wiggled a
little bit, teasing Oswald back.
"Is that a challenge?"
He licked the back of Edward's ear, and Edward felt like he was being
dissected, tested, and he was a blubbering mess.
"Yes."
He heard the swiping of fabric, and then felt a leather belt against his bare
ass. 
"Is this what you want?"
Oswald whispered so dirty, toying with Edward, letting it slip to his cock,
which jumped in either fear or excitement. Edward leaned away from the feeling-
his body knew what it meant and that it would hurt. But his mind was cloudy and
could only want anything Oswald tossed at him. Edward peered over his shoulder,
only able to see the clothes that had been tossed onto the floor because of the
angle, but then Oswald's hand dangled the belt where Edward could see the tight
fisted, brown leather swinging gently.
"Yes."
He replied, like a broken record. He felt a hand on his lower back, Oswald was
steadying himself, probably taking pressure off his knee, and pushing Edward's
stomach hard against the desk. Mid-deep breath, a hard slap burned into
Edward's skin, nearly making him shriek. There was no counting, no stopping,
just swat after swat, and Edward tried to count in his mind, but couldn't keep
up with the ruthless rhythm.
"Stop! Please, stop, oh, dear,"
Edward gasped with each hit, his voice cracking and failing on him. Suddenly,
the beating came to a cease, and the leather rested upon his raw and red ass,
and he let his head fall as he cried.
"I want to hear you say it."
"Daddy, please."
Edward groaned, trying to catch his breath.
Oswald slapped him, bare handed down the middle of his right cheek, and he
yelped in pain.
"I sense a sarcastic and hostile edge to your tone, baby girl."
Oh, that name. Edward didn't know why it made him feel like he was set on fire.
Maybe it was just the spanking.
"Please, please, daddy."
He gasped, his body shrinking away when Oswald rested his hand on his ass and
gently rubbed at the auburn flesh. He relaxed, forcing his muscles to un-tense
and sighing.
"Shh. Hush now."
Oswald gently pushed his face down, and Edward let him be controlled by the
shorter man. Edward only tried controlling his own breathing. He felt a gentle
finger circling around his pink, yearning hoe.
"You're twitching for me, Edward. Are you anxious for something?"
"I want it, please."
"Want what?"
"God, Oswald, just fill me already, please. I can't stand this teasing."
The finger disappeared for a second, maybe longer, but soon felt the pressure
of a wet finger slipping inside of him, stroking him gently and slowly. Edward
tried to thrust against the finger, but it was pulled away, causing him to
whine and nearly thrash his head on the desk. His cock boobed in wanton need
under him, nearly hitting the edge of the desk.
"You'll take what I give you, and you'll get more when you deserve it."
"Yes daddy."
"You still have so much to learn, sweet, sweet Ed."
Ed could only whine in response when one finger was replaced with two, pressing
hard into him, scissoring him quickly.
"Are you stretched now baby? Or can I give you what you want now?"
Oswald said, still slamming his finger into him. Edward nodded frantically.
Oswald pulled out his fingers swiftly, causing Edward to cleanch around
nothing, feeeling genuinely empty. He heard the unzipping of pants and felt the
wet head of his cock press against his cheeks. He moaned as Oswald pulled him
closer by his hips, felt the tip against his hole. He felt the tip push in and
he winced.
"Easy. Relax."
Oswald whispered, rubbing over his ass with one hand and pushing in with the
other, filling him inch by inch, slower and slower, until he could only thrust
in the last to fully rest, squeezed hard by the taller man's walls, feeling
like he was being sucked in closer, being begged for more.
"Please, Daddy, move."
Oswald couldn't recall how long he had been still, but Ed's words caused him to
pull back and push back in forcefully, setting a brutal pace between the tow,
Edward moaning  shamelessly, gripping the desk that shook between them,
wondering if it was going to break while he was getting the most thrilling sex
of his life.
"Oh dear. Yes!"
Edward reached back blindly and grasped for Oswald's hand, and put it on his
neck.
"You want to be choked, baby?"
Edward nodded, his eyes rolling back in pleasure. Oswald gripped his neck hard
and continued pounding him, Edward curled his toes, when with a sudden change
of angle caused Edward to see white spots, and he felt he was slipping out of
consciousness. He thought that if he died like this, and someone found him like
this, it would be well worth the experience. He could hear himself screaming
for Oswald, shouting his name, but couldn't feel anything except the
overwhelming feeling of it all, as Oswald broke him down into tiny pieces.
He heard Oswald moan loudly, and felt the pressure come off his throat, he came
to the realization that he had just came all over the floor. 
"Shit, you're so tight."
Oswald stilled for a moment, then thrusted in softly a few more times before
pulling out. Edward caught his breath and could feel Oswald's cum dripping out
and down his ball sack, where it formed a small puddle on the desk. As his eyes
closed, he was roughly flipped around, and heard Oswald's palm connect to his
face, who was huffing and hovering above him. He gasped in surprise. Edward
would never admit it made him leak out just that much more.
"What did I tell you about waiting?"
Oswald had gripped Edward's face in his hands, obviously not expecting an
answer. Edward batted his eyelashes at him, and turned red. Oswald grabbed him
by the arm and forced him off the desk, Edward barely catching himself when he
fell to the floor with a thud.
Oswald pulled up his pants as Edward's body shook. He watched as Edward caught
his breath, on all fours, looking like a puppy who had been caught tearing up
the couch.
"Clean it up."
Edward went to stand, but Oswald put his shoe on the back of his neck, pushing
him down.
"With your tongue."
"Oswal-"
"Now!"
Edward darted his tongue out, wondering how often the janitors swept up this
room, and taste the top of the bitter and splattered puddle. Oswald squatted
down and with his hand, forced Edward's face in it, smearing it across his
cheek.
"I'm so hick sorry, daddy."
Edward hiccuped from his sobbing, and Oswald released the pressure on his head.
Edward rose to a kneel, looking up at the, for once in his life, looming Oswald
Cobblepot. Oswald pushed the hair from his eyes and wiped his thumb across his
tear-stained cheek. Edward found himself humiliated at the fact that he
was hard again, his body reacting positively to either being disciplined or
degraded, he didn't know which. Or maybe it was the soft look, the after care
that the generally harsh student granted him.
"I know you won't disobey me again, or I'll have to actually punish you."
Edward shook his head in agreement, and watched patiently as Oswald got
dressed, slipping on his shirt then his suit jacket.
"If you would, dear?"
Oswald said, referring to his cuffs and his tie. Edward scrambled to his feet
to help him button his cuffs and tie the fabric around his neck. Edward almost
purred when Oswald reached down his naked body and grasped him in his hand,
giving him a couple of strokes before releasing him again, watching as he
trembled with over sensitivity and need.
"Good boy. You should get dressed now. The janitors should be coming to clean
any minute."
Edward quickly got his underwear and pants on, and Oswald walked out, only
turning to wink at his teacher.
Edward wiped himself down, not wanting to be smeared with his own semen or feel
Oswald's drip from him in his suit pants. He then wiped down the desk and
floor, proceeded to try to put on his ragged shirt, then his vest, and his suit
jacket. He buttoned his vest up all the way to look as natural and non-fucked
as possible, and fixed his hair. He threw away the tissues in his trashcan by
his desk, grabbed his book bag as he walked limped out, smiling at the janitors
who were cleaning only a few rooms away, who smiled back at him in utter
obliviousness.
 
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