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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      RWBY
  Relationship:
      Ozpin/OMC
  Character:
      Ozpin_(RWBY)
  Additional Tags:
      it's_more_dubcon_than_outright_noncon, this_was_written_back_during_S1
      when_he_was_still_being_shady_af, so_the_characterization_is_outdated,
      Teacher-Student_Relationship, Implied_Underage, but_it's_not_the_focus,
      it_gets_gradually_more_consenting, but_it_doesn't_get_less_screwed_up,
      unremarkable_crossdressing
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-11-27 Chapters: 3/3 Words: 11667
****** Sharp as Porcelain ******
by TempoPrestissimo
Summary
     Ozpin likes to think that he's better than temptation. Sometimes that
     isn't true.
     He'd like to think that he isn't the only one at fault, though.
***** Chapter 1 *****
 
  “Yes, Hastin, come in. It's your turn.” Professor Ozpin gestured him in when
the young man waited in the doorway. The others had gone first. Really, Hastin
wasn't sure what to do. He wasn't as clever as the captain (because he was,
when she wanted to be), he wasn't as smart as Rosa or as forceful as Ame. He
didn't know what to say to the professor.
I'm sorry, but I can't function without my team  aren't words that he could
make himself say and even if he could they wouldn't be enough. He could feel
that. He could tell. In the way he just knew things, sometimes. He knew that
his little crippling affliction wouldn't be enough to sway his teacher. And
even worse, his teacher might tell Miss Violet. He swallowed, and went to stand
across from from the professor. There was a chair, but Hastin was too anxious
to sit down.
“You realize the severity of the situation, do you?” Ozpin said, looking at him
over his glasses. Hastin did not fidget. He did not do anything but stand tall
and sure. He had to try, at least.
“I understand.” Their last assignment had been a colossal disaster. Enough that
Ozpin thought it prudent to divide the team and assign them new groups. They
were not the only team facing fallout, so there would be plenty of people to
reassign them with.
But they wouldn't go. Hastin had been worried he was the only one scared of the
news, and maybe he was, but the others were upset. Ame was furious. Oliver
hadn't wasted time being mad and he and Rosa immediately set to petitioning the
administration for a chance to prove themselves.
Oliver blamed the administration for bad leadership. Rosa had laid out why they
worked so well as a unit. Ame just yelled.
Hastin knew this because they had all planned it together ahead of time. They
had told him what they meant to do when they were granted these little
interviews. But Hastin had nothing to use.
Yet... the more he watched Ozpin watching him, the more the thought that he
might have something to use after all.
“Your team mates have all come before me with some very interesting points. I
am still unconvinced that it's wise to continue to allow you to work as a team.
It seems like it may be a better choice for this school and for your education
that you be separated and regrouped with other students.” Ozpin told him.
Hastin tilted his head, eyes narrowing just a little as he focused. He heard
was Ozpin was saying, but he also heard something else.
“What can you say to convince me otherwise?” The professor offered with a
smile. Trying to show he was open to Hastin's ideas.There was no threat in his
words, no darkness. It was an olive branch. But there was something else, a
feeling that Hastin couldn’t shake.
He swallowed again, and took a deep breath.
“I'll trade you.” Hastin said, suddenly.
Ozpin blinked at him, looking surprised. “Pardon?” He asked.
Hastin walked forwards until he was on the other side of Ozpin's desk, bracing
his hands against the oak frame and looking his teacher in the eye. “I'll trade
you.” He said again, firmly.
Ozpin raised an eyebrow. “You will trade me something to keep your team
together? An interesting notion. What did you have in mind?” He asked, leaning
forward in his chair. He was still smiling.
Hastin was going to wipe that smile off of his face. “I know what you think of
me in this skirt, Professor. I can hear it. I can hear the things you think
about me when I look at you.” He said. And that did it alright. The smile
flickered immediately off of the older man's face, a faint scowl setting in. No
one liked to have their thoughts intruded on, Hastin could understand that
(hadn't that been the original cause of dispute between him and Rosa when they
first met?). But these thoughts could get him fired.
Theoretically. Not that Hastin could prove them. But he shouldn't need to for
this.
Ozpin stood up, leaning on his hands in a taller mimic of what Hastin was
doing. Trying to be intimidating. Hastin would have none of it.
Of all the things that scared him, Ozpin was not on the list.
It was a very short list.
“And what do I think about when I look at you?” The teacher demanded calmly.
Hastin paused. He waited, and focused. He wanted to pull a thought right out of
Ozpin's head. Word for word. Make him fear, if only for a moment or two.
Give Hastin some leverage.
“You wish it was shorter because you're just dying to know what I'm wearing
underneath it.” Hastin said quietly. “Boxers or panties, but you hope it's
panties, don't you? And you wonder how I wear them without someone sticking
their hands up my dress. Like you want to.”
No blushing, no shame in Ozpins face. But his pulse jumped. Hastin had caught
him. He watched him swallow, eyes going to the nervous action before Ozpin
reached across the desk and hooked a finger under his chin, raising Hastin's
gaze until he met the man's eyes again.
“So... what you're proposing exactly is...” Ozpin said slowly. “A trade. To
convince me to keep your team together.”
“Yes.” Hastin answered him sharply.
“What exactly do you intend to give me?” Ozpin asked him, lifting Hastin's head
a little higher. For now, Hastin complied, and watched Ozpin's eyes travel from
his face all the way down his body.
“What is it you wanted?” Hastin was going to make him say it. Not that it would
mean anything more than anything else in the end, but if would be a victory
Hastin could keep close to his heart.
“You seem to have come here with a pretty good idea of what I want.” Ozpin
countered. He was trying to sound like he had a handle on things, but he was
slipping.
He had never intended for this to happen, but now that it was, it seemed
impossible to stop it.
Hastin had heard him the day he enrolled. The day he met with him and promised
to be a good student. Ozpin had seen the clothes Miss Violet had sent him in
and cursed that the woman wasn't a few inches more forward with her perversion.
The school uniform he wore now was modest, but it did nothing to dispel the
feeling that Hastin incured in him.
“I want you to say it. Make our little agreement verbal. Professional.” Hastin
said through gritted teeth. Hearing the man speak he had thought him so
admirable. Intelligent and articulate. Hastin had admired him. And the man's
eyes had never ceased to crawl up the expanse of Hastin's legs or across the
collar of his shirt. These two ideas could not exist in tandem forever.
Eventually the real one won out.
“Can't say our lessons on business etiquette are wasted.” Ozpin joked tensely.
Hastin's smile was vicious in return. But that seemed to give the man courage,
rather than upset him. He slipped two fingers under the collar of Hastin's
uniform and jerked him forwards. Not enough to move him much. Just enough to
give him a feeling of control. Hastin let him have it.
“I get to fuck you here on my desk. In return, your beloved team stays exactly
as it has always been.” There was no shame in Ozpin's words. Nor did it sound
like there was any real lust. Hastin didn't need to hear the lust in his words.
He heard it in the man's head. His thoughts were awash with it.
“Me for us...” Hastin said, and only then did his his voice shake. He swallowed
and then nodded. And when he spoke again his voice was firmer. “Yes.”
“Then you're on the wrong side of this desk now aren't you?” A smile tugged at
Ozpin's lips. He let go of Hastin's shirt and watched him as the student came
around to his side of the desk.
“Aren't you going to kiss me?” Ozpin leaned down to the young man's height.
Hastin laughed bitterly.
“Am I supposed to?” He asked, quietly. Ozpin's lips almost brushed his. Despite
himself, heat leapt to life in his cheeks.
“You've never seduced a teacher before, hm?” Ozpin teased. Hastin was quick to
correct him.
“Never kissed someone before.” He replied shortly.
“I guess you'll be learning a lot today.” Ozpin was quick to pull him close and
press a searing, hungry kiss to his lips. Hastin didn't fight him. He had
agreed to this, after all.
And the man wasn't unpleasant. Untrustworthy obviously. But he was warm to the
touch and smelled of pleasant cologne, and his kiss left Hastin feeling heated
throughout his whole body.
Ozpin broke the kiss to laugh at him a little, but kept his voice quiet. After
all, Hastin's team mates were likely waiting outside, just as he had for them.
“Kiss me.” Ozpin's words were no less an order despite the smile on his lips.
Hastin hesitated and Ozpin waited, knowing the student would comply. He did,
shyly leaning against the taller man, pressing his lips chastely to his
teacher's. Ozpin wrapped his arms around Hastin's slim waist and let the boy
kiss him. He was inexperienced and that made it all the sweeter. Had he been
some sort of harlot, Ozpin didn't honestly imagine he would enjoy this any
less.
But being his first. Knowing that he was the one to twist the young man's arm
into giving himself up. It was sweet indeed.
It wasn’t something he was supposed to enjoy, but it hadn’t been his idea. Was
he really to blame for the boy being so desperate?
He broke Hastin's kisses and shoved the boy down onto his desk. A little rough,
maybe, but Ozpin wouldn't lose sleep over it. He leaned over him, bracing his
hands on either side of Hastin's head. He should have looked meek and pretty
under him but Hastin's gaze was unwavering.
Or, almost unwavering.
“Scared?” Ozpin breathed the word against Hastin's neck and felt the boy
shiver. But reflexively Hastin wrapped his legs around Ozpin's waist as he
pressed closer.
“Yes.” Hastin admitted. Ozpin freed one of his hands so that the teacher might
grip Hastin closer to him.
“Why suggest the arrangement, if I scare you so much?” Ozpin asked.
“Worth it.” Was all the boy answered.
“I certainly hope I am.” Ozpin said, knowing full well that Hastin meant
nothing of the sort. His hand was on Hastin's knee, electrified by even such
small skin contact. Hastin smelled like some sort of fancy soap, sweet and
luscious.
“What are you waiting for?” Hastin was the one demanding, now. “Aren't you
going to look? It's been just killing you to wait.”
“Oh, but it's been such wonderful torture...” Ozpin breathed. He slid his hand
under the hem of Hastin's skirt, his heart racing at what he would find. Hastin
huffed at him and reached down, yanking his skirt up.
Ozpin, of course, couldn't help but look down. Under the plaid material of the
skit was more of Hastin's smooth, pale skin. Narrow, delicate hips, looking
more fit for a doll than a grim hunter.
Pink panties. Sheer ones, with lace. Absurdly fancy and perfectly in place on
such a perfect little body. Perfectly out of place with the boy's cock
noticeably under them. Ozpin's mouth went dry and Hastin could hear it as the
man's intentions crystallized into a single, terrible idea.
“Like them?” Hastin was the one teasing him now. He knew how they looked on
him. Or at least, he had learned enough to know what other people would see
when they looked at them. He liked them because they were cute.
“Were you thinking of me when you got dressed this morning?” Ozpin threw his
taunt back in his face. He pulled Hastin into another kiss, fingers gripping
his hip tightly. Hastin wrapped his arms around Ozpin's neck and kissed back
for all he was worth.
When Ozpin pulled away from him, breathless, he counted it as a victory.
“Fast learner.” The teacher mocked him.
“You should know that by now.” Hastin spat back. He rolled his hips against
Ozpin's, uncertain, but knowing that he was not there to play passive. Not
today.
That was for home. Nowhere else.
Ozpin groaned under his breath at the friction.
“Nervous? You seem to be taking your time.” Hastin said. Ozpin seemed to have
enough of his lip, however. He grabbed Hastin's collar and jerked him into a
sitting position.
“When I'm done you'll be thanking god I took my time.” Ozpin said, growling the
words against Hastin's lips. Fear sparked in his chest, and he smothered it.
Not before Ozpin saw it in his eyes, and it earned him a cruel smile.
“You're pretending to be brave.” The man cooed.
“You're pretending to be respectable.” Hastin shot back. This time, he was the
one to pull Ozpin into a kiss.
Hastin wasn't afraid of Ozpin. He was afraid that he didn't really know what
Ozpin wanted. Him. Of course. But he didn't know what that meant. Not really.
Not yet.
Ozpin was the one now pressing his hips to Hastin's, drinking in the pleasure
that came from whatever friction he could glean from it. It wasn't hard for
Hastin to match his rhythm, and soon he had the man glassy- eyed with desire.
Ozpin slid his glasses off and tucked them into the desk. With them went
whatever sense of respectability he had been trying to cling to. “Why don't we
put that smart mouth of yours to work.” He said. He dropped back to sit in his
chair, leaving Hastin sitting on the desk. While Hastin straightened his skirt
and hopped down, Ozpin was undoing his belt and the slacks underneath.
“How innocent are you, really?” He asked, as Hastin watched him opening his
slacks. “Never kissed another person... But you are awfully invested in this,
aren't you?”
“I have a deal to fulfill.” Hastin said.
Ozpin leaned back in his chair and smiled at Hastin. “Do you require
instruction or can you... figure it out?” he asked, tapping the side of his
head, as if to indicate Hastin's own gift. Hastin looked down, sharply.
“I can manage.” He said shortly.
“Well then, see that you do.” Ozpin encouraged.
Hastin knelt down, gently, curiously, wrapping his fingers around Ozpin's
erection. It was almost hot to the touch, hard under his fingertips.
“Come on. Give me something worth trading for.” He asked. Hastin knew enough to
knew he was being screwed. This hadn't been part of their agreement. But
backing out now would only lose him what he was so desperately trying to win.
He had never done something like this. Never even seen, or read about someone
doing the same. But he'd manage. Ozpin's desires floated in the air, clear and
accessible to him. Hastin could piece things together well enough. He was
clever enough. He had to be.
He licked a heated stripe from the base of Ozpin's cock right to the head.
Ozpin murmured a pleased noise, and Hastin supposed he was on the right track.
Ozpin was happy to sit back and watch. He loathed the boy's fancy hairstyle
briefly, because it meant he could not run his fingers through his lovely, dark
hair. But oh well, he would do without. It was worth it to see Hastin licking
at his erection, tongue tracing over the skin. Eventually he seemed to get the
idea, and took the head into his mouth. Ozpin managed to keep his opinions to
himself while Hastin worked, but it didn't last forever.
“I could watch you do this all day.” Ozpin said, reaching out to stroke
Hastin's cheek. Hastin quirked an eyebrow and drew his mouth away with
agonizing slowness.
“Did you forget you're on a time limit?” he asked. They could only have so long
before his teammates became suspicious, after all.
“What a pity if you spent too long on your knees and not bent over my desk and
weren't able to complete your part of the bargain...” Ozpin trailed his fingers
over Hastin's lips. Hastin only glared.
“Get back on the desk.” Ozpin directed. Hastin stood and straightened his skirt
again, not that it mattered. He hopped back where he had been sitting and Ozpin
pulled something out of the drawer of his desk and pushed Hastin down by his
shoulders. Laying down, Hastin couldn't see what Ozpin was doing.
That made him feel nervous.
Ozpin slid both hands under his skirt and slipped Hastin's panties off with
ease. He dangled them from one hand and regarded them carefully.
“I might keep these.” he said thoughtfully.
“That wasn't part of the trade.” Hastin pushed himself up on his elbows, venom
in his voice.
“They might be a reminder of our little agreement.” Ozpin smiled. “We'll see.”
Then the smile vanished. “As you were.”
With an obviously displeased noise, Hastin lay back down.
Ozpin shoved his shirt up but didn't spend as long admiring him as he had last
time. He had things to do, after all. Hastin couldn't follow at first what
those things were, but it was only moments of confusion before Ozpin's hands
were on him again. One hand was wrapped around his cock, enough to make Hastin
shiver.
The other, a single, slick finger, was pressing against his hole. Hastin bit
his lip, immediately blushing deeply. He couldn't force it back. He felt
vulnerable with Ozpin's hands on him. He hated it. But the hand stroking him
felt wonderful.
This wasn't Ozpin's first time with someone inexperienced, although it was his
first with a student. He endeavored to be gentle with Hastin for several
reasons. He wasn't partial to sadism, although for a boy so pretty it could
have been fun. Also, screams would have only alerted his friends.
And perhaps, if it was not too discomforting... it might happen again.
Hastin squirmed as Ozpin pressed another finger inside of him. This was half
the fun, watching the smart-mouthed killer writhe under his touch. Ozpin knew
what Hastin was. He might have been the only one at the whole school who did.
Which made it a little funny, and perhaps a little, awful, that Hastin was so
willing to give up his body for friends who might yet desert him.
“As long as you behave yourself, this shouldn't hurt a bit...” Ozpin said, his
hand still working his student's erection. Hastin's breath was growing short,
but when he spoke it was without shaking.
“More.” He demanded. Ozpin raised an eyebrow and complied, and was rewarded as
Hastin took in a shaking breath as his body tried to accommodate a third
finger.
“Well, aren't you just eager.” The teacher teased.
“Says the man who wanted to fuck me in front of a police officer.” Hastin's
words came out in a rush, followed by a quiet whimper.
“Better watch out. You wouldn't want to worry your friends and have them come
rushing in here, now, would you?” Ozpin purred. But a twitch of his fingers
earned himself another squeak from Hastin, who quickly covered his mouth.
Of course, that gave Ozpin a certain idea. Fingers still inside the young man,
he bent his head down to lick at the boy's cock. May as well take all of his
firsts in one fell swoop, then. He felt Hastin shudder, and felt nothing but
pride in response.
Ozpin's fingers worked him open, his mouth taking him with no gentleness. He
broke the boy down in record time, leaving Hastin squirming and breathless, his
hand pressed to his mouth to keep himself from crying out in need.
Eventually he broke his own silence. “Are you going to fuck me or what?” He
pushed himself up on his elbows and managed a moment of full on glare to the
older man before his pleasure soaked brain started to dilute it.
Ozpin didn't torture him any further. Time limit, after all. He pulled his
hands and mouth away from his student and watched as Hastin had to rush to
cover his mouth and muffle the heartbroken noise that threatened to spill forth
at his own emptiness.
Ozpin took some of the lubricant he had used to stretch the boy and spread it
over himself, only too eager for the main event.
“I have to give you credit, Hastin. This was an inspired idea...” He kissed
Hastin, hardly surprised when the boy used the chance to kiss him until he saw
stars. Then he pressed Hastin flat to the desk, and pressed his erection to the
boy's entrance.
Hastin's breath was catching, erratic and short, and he pulled Ozpin into
another rough kiss. Ozpin sank into the kiss, and his student, and Hastin
gasped sharply against his lips. Ozpin's grip on the boy's hips tightened,
probably a little too much, and Hastin's back arched as Ozpin filled him
entirely. He trembled under Ozpin's hands, his whole body shaking as he tried
to make some sense of what he was feeling. Ozpin didn't exactly give him time.
Couldn't give him time. The more debauched Hastin looked, the more desirable he
got. Ozpin thrust into his student roughly and Hastin threw his head back,
trying to swallow his own moan.
Ozpin chuckled breathlessly and pulled a hand away from Hastin's hip, clamping
it roughly over his mouth, silencing him and keeping him pinned. Hardly keeping
him contained, though. Hastin rolled his hips against Ozpin's thrusts, his
eagerness more than enough to drag Ozpin closer to orgasm.
He fucked into the boy with little care of Hastin's pleasure but that seemed
irrelevant to whether the boy enjoyed it or not. Silenced as he was, he was not
lost for ways to communicate his growing demand to Ozpin.
Ozpin freed his other hand and wrapped it around Hastin's cock. His touch was
not rough, but it was more than enough to force an orgasm from the younger man.
Hastin's orgasm soon brought Ozpin relief of his own.
He spilled himself inside the boy with a dark sense of satisfaction. He'd go
back out to his friends just like that, and wouldn't breathe a word of it. The
idea appealed to Ozpin greatly. Later he would push it from his mind, appalled
at his lack of professionalism, but here, he reveled in it.
He pulled out of the boy and grabbed some tissues from his desk to clean
himself. Then he used the boy's lovely panties to clean Hastin's own cum from
his stomach.
“I decided I'll be keeping these.” He told Hastin, softly. The boy was sitting
up, shakily. His face was red and he was breathless, his eyes cloudy. He still
managed to glare at Ozpin.
“Good. A reminder of what you'll never get again.” Hastin said acidly. He slid
off the desk and stumbled, straightening his dress, then his blouse.
Ozpin cleaned up quicker. He sat back in his chair and watched Hastin try to
make himself presentable. He'd be bruised on his hips. A little something to
remind him of his choice.
“You should probably go retrieve your team mates. It will be good to tell that
that Rosa's efforts were not wasted.” He said, pulling his glasses out of his
desk and slipping them on.
Hastin spun around and looked at him. “Rosa...?” He asked, curiously.
Ozpin nodded. “She went to great length explaining to me what happened, and how
it was uncontrollable from your team's position. You were completely
faultless.” With satisfaction, he watched the colour drain from Hastin's face.
“You mean... you mean....” He stammered. For nothing. He gave himself to Ozpin
for nothing. They would have been safe. They would have still been together. He
had done nothing.
“Consider it a lesson learned, then.” Ozpin said coldly.
Hastin stumbled to the door and opened it. His team mates leapt to their feet,
and it was his captain who came to him first.
“Oh, honey, are you okay?” He asked, taking one of his hands in hers. His
fingers ached from where he had held so tightly to Ozpin's shirt.
“I'm okay. Relieved.” He managed. A twist of pain in his chest for his lie. It
was the only lie he had ever told his captain. He never wanted to tell another.
***** Chapter 2 *****
Chapter Summary
     Hastin screwed up once. He's about to do it again.
     Ozpin follows suit.
 Hastin had traded something like fifteen minutes of his time to his head of
school only to find out that it hadn't been a trade at all. That night he laid
in bed and ached in ways he hadn't felt before. Worst of them was the emotional
one; he wasn't surprised he had been lied to, but he was ashamed of himself for
lying to his captain.
He spent that night feeling the bruises on his hips and dozing in and out of
self-loathing.
And a month later he stood outside of Ozpin's office again, this time entirely
voluntarily.
He had lost his dignity and a particularly adorable pair of panties to the man
only a few weeks prior, and there he was again entirely of his own volition.
There was no blackmail this time.
Ozpin called him in just as before and greeted him with a smile. Before, Hastin
could smile all he pleased. He was the one with the upper hand. He was the one
pulling thoughts out of his professor's head.
This time he only stood shyly in front of him, arms crossed loosely near his
waist.
“You came back.” Ozpin noted amiably.
“I came back.” Hastin echoed.
The man's smile widened. “Feeling lonely, were you?” He asked.
Hastin scowled and blushed.
“Let me guess... You've been craving more physical contact.” Professor Ozpin
mused. “As much as you don't like me, you like what I can do to you. Feeling
helpless under my hands at least has it's rewards, doesn't it?” He asked.
Hastin shifted uncomfortably and he heard Ozpin laugh.
“You want me to do that again?” He offered sweetly. “Your own touch isn't
enough, is it?”
“Maybe I'm just tired of hearing you think about it in the halls.” Hastin shot
back bitterly.
Physical affection. Intimacy. These things were impossible dreams to Hastin.
Things he was never meant to have. Going without them for so long, he thought
that one day's indulgence would be soon forgotten. A passing failure of
character.
Instead it carved a hole into his heart and festered there like a poison.
Ozpin stood up and walked to the other side of his desk but he didn't get far
in approaching Hastin. The smaller man stepped forward, pushing his professor
back against the desk, one of his hands reaching to grab the collar of his
shirt.
“You're in no position to be demanding.” Ozpin reminded him as he was pushed
back. He let the boy have his way for now.
“You want to tell me no?” Hastin asked him. He knew the answer as well as
Ozpin. Hastin didn’t need his little trick to tell him that Ozpin wasn't going
to turn him down. He could feel the heat through the man's suit and it was
dizzying already. Hastin's heartbeat was too loud in his ears and he didn't
hesitate before pulling his teacher into a rough kiss.
Ozpin kissing him back was a sufficient answer to his question.
“You're not fucking me on your desk again.” Hastin said sharply as he pulled
away and broke the kiss. He was pleased to note the man's eyes were already
cloudy.
“Oh?” Ozpin's smile was vicious. “You seemed to enjoy that. What did you have
in mind instead?” He asked. “Your room? Should give you plenty to think about
next time you're alone.”
“Yours is closer.” Hastin retorted.
“I suppose you're right.” Ozpin replied leisurely. “It doesn't seem like you're
in the mood to wait.”
Hastin pressed his hips against Ozpin's and felt a tremor shake his teacher,
albeit faintly. “I walked in here, and I can walk out, too.” He reminded him.
It only earned him a laugh. “You'd just be back tomorrow, what's the point?”
Ozpin said flippantly. He wrapped his fingers around Hastin's wrist where it
was still holding his collar. “Well, are you going to let me show you the way?”
He teased.
Hastin had no idea where Ozpin's quarters actually were and he followed the
older man with a little hesitance. This was marginally more dangerous than what
they had done in the office, and Hastin was farther than a call for help if,
perhaps, he had misjudged Ozpin's character.
He should have been more worried than he was. Instead, he felt warm, too warm,
his pulse racing and his breath already uneven. He needed this. He  needed  it.
Thankfully they weren't going far. One of the doors from Ozpin's office lead to
a hallway and another door. That was it, his room. Hastin barely caught a
glimpse of it before Ozpin swept the door closed and shoved him against it.
Hastin squeaked in surprise but then Ozpin was kissing him, hungry hands
fumbling with his uniform as the teacher quickly set to undressing him.
Fire popped and sparked into life somewhere in that festering injury in
Hastin's heart, and it promptly devoured him.
Ozpin got his jacket and vest open and Hastin clumsily pulled his tie off
before tugging Ozpin's scarf undone and tossing them both aside. He tugged the
first few buttons of the man's shirt undone and slid his hands under the
material and around the back of his teacher's neck, kissing him in a way that
looked almost tender.
Of course Hastin was capable of tenderness, but not here. Here it would get him
eaten alive.
He might get eaten alive anyways.
He almost hoped that would be the case.
Ozpin's mouth moved from Hastin's lips down to his throat and Hastin let out a
weak noise and writhed under the other man. He had put up more of a fight
before. He also had more to lose before, what with him trying to pretend he
wasn't as desperate for it as Ozpin was.
Here there was no hiding it. After all, he had come to Ozpin already weak in
the knees.
He was a disgrace. At least his self-esteem had never been that high anyways.
Ozpin shoved Hastin's open shirt aside and ran his hands over the skin that was
his reward. Hastin was trying to undo the older man's shirt but a particularly
rough scrape of his teeth over Hastin's neck provided more than an adequate
distraction.
Hastin cursed under his breath and Ozpin laughed.
“It's so much nicer to be able to hear you lose control.” He said. “I can only
imagine the noises I'm going to wring from you.”
“I haven't.” Hastin protested.
Ozpin grabbed his shirt and jerked him forwards. “You lost it the minute you
decided to come back to me.” He corrected.
Hastin didn't have the words to answer, nothing but pointless vitriol burning
up through his throat. His hands went for Ozpin's belt instead. It was easy
enough to undo and Hastin managed it swiftly.
“Is there a bed or are you just going to fuck me in the doorway?” Hastin said
shortly and earned himself another laugh.
“Well, if I wanted to, you wouldn't be able to stop me.” Ozpin pointed out to
him. Hastin froze as the realization sunk in. Sure, he was a hunter in
training, but Ozpin was the one making the classes Hastin was now attending.
He was right. Even if Hastin said no, there was no reason Ozpin would have to
listen.
“Don't be silly.” His teacher reprimanded him as he undid the zipper on
Hastin's skirt. “It wouldn't be half as fun for me if you weren't enjoying
yourself, even if you don't want to be.” Hastin's skirt slid down his legs and
pooled at his feet. “And you do enjoy yourself, that's why you came back...”
Ozpin might have been terrible, but he wasn’t a total monster. At least, he
tried to remind himself of that.
Hastin kissed him fiercely, if only to shut him up. He didn't want to hear
anything Ozpin had to say, but especially any more about that. He undid the
buttons on the man's shirt with unsteady fingers and when Ozpin pulled away to
tug his shirt off Hastin used the chance to shrug off his shirt, too. The odds
were still not exactly in his favour, considering he was left in his stockings
and shoes while Ozpin was still half-dressed. With a mischievous smile, Hastin
was swift to undo the man's slacks and let him work out how to remove them.
Ozpin managed to do so with little trouble, to Hastin's disappointment.
Hastin kicked off his shoes and while Ozpin was doing the same the student
actually reached up and pulled his hairpieces out. For something that looked so
complex when it was finished it certainly unraveled fast and Hastin tossed the
pieces aside with his shirt and jacket. Navy waves of hair tumbled down over
his shoulders and he brushed it out of his face with a shaking hand.
He'd have to put his hair up before he left again, but he had practice. It
didn't take that long anymore.
That was all the freedom he had, though. He had barely gotten his hair down
before Ozpin pulled him close again. The rush of skin on skin contact was
dizzying. This, really, what was Hastin was there for. Physical affection and
desire. The illusion of worth. If he could bring his teacher to his knees, he
must be good at something, right?
Well, he was good at all sorts of things, but those things weren't necessarily
good things.
Ozpin buried his hands in Hastin's hair, happy to finally get a chance too.
Hadn't that been his one regret from their last meeting? He was even prettier
with his hair down, and Ozpin hadn't even had to ask for it.
Now it was Hastin tracing heated kisses and ungentle bites along his teacher's
throat. What did he care? Ozpin always wore his scarf anyways, it's not as
though he wouldn't be able to hide any marks that happened to appear. And that
was a rather appealing idea too. If Hastin was going to be stuck thinking about
this for days on end, he was going to make sure he wasn't forgotten too
quickly.
Ozpin pulled him onto the bed and Hastin tumbled on top of him without really
worrying about it. He didn't expect he was heavy enough to hurt anybody, not so
easily. He felt Ozpin's nails trail down his back and his hips squirmed where
he sat on top of his teacher. Ozpin was already hard, had been since Hastin had
kissed him back in his office.
It was a wonderful and awful feeling to be able to induce arousal in someone so
terrible.
Of course, Hastin was hard too. He didn't know when it had set in but he knew
he hadn't been able to think straight for lust since well before he had crossed
Ozpin's doorstep.
Ozpin was right. Even if he did walk out, he would just come back.
His teacher's hands on his hips, Hastin could feel them smoothing over his
sides and up his chest. Ozpin took his chin in his hands and pulled him into
another kiss that drowned out his discomfort with a fresh wave of desire.
“You look so good in stockings, it would be a shame to take them off of you.”
Ozpin mused as he ran his hands over Hastin's legs.
Hastin's smile was unapologetic. “Well that's going to put a rain on my parade
isn't it. Can't get my panties off with them in the way.” A simple shift of his
hips earned an approving groan from the man under him.
“Well I guess you don't always get what you want.” Ozpin said wistfully. “But I
do.” Without looking down he flicked open the snaps on Hastin's garters.
Hastin's smile wilted into a pouting frown and Ozpin pulled his shoulders down
into another kiss, using the change in position to undo the other set of clasps
on the boy's stockings.
He flipped the boy onto his back and took a moment to indulge himself and just
look at the lovely little prize he had gotten for himself. Hastin was flushed
red, his hair a pool of liquid night around his face. Built soft and delicate,
he was smooth and warm and welcoming under Ozpin's hands. And, of course, Ozpin
was rather fond of how adorable the boy looked in panties.
That didn't stop him from hooking his fingers around them and very nearly
tearing them off his student's body, however. He could only be patient for so
long.
“Did you miss my mouth on you, boy?” Ozpin slid his hands over Hastin's legs,
smoothing them all the way up to his hips. Hastin blushed visibly and Ozpin
laughed. “Oh, that much?” He asked.
Hastin didn't seem to need to admit it aloud, so he didn't. Certainly he knew
how good his own hands could feel, but he hadn't ever had someone's mouth on
him before. Warm and wet, he hadn't been able to wipe it from his mind.
Ozpin's intentions seemed to be the same as previous; stretch Hastin to suit
his own use while keeping the younger man appropriately distracted. Hastin had
no complaints. Ozpin's mouth teased him while his slick fingers pressed slowly
inside. In no time at all, Hastin was undone.
His fingers tightened in the bedsheets as his hips squirmed. Ozpin was
merciless. He licked along the underside of Hastin's cock, his breath hot
against it, and twitched his fingers inside of him. Hastin whimpered. He was
already short of breath, glassy eyed and needy.
“Oh, look how pretty you are...” He wrapped his fingers around Hastin's
erection as he pressed another finger inside of him. Ozpin watched him shudder,
earning himself a weak moan as he spread his fingers. So pliant and vulnerable
under his touch, but Hastin was pressing himself back against Ozpin's hand,
rocking his hips to try and gain what friction he could for his aching cock.
“Tell me how badly you need it.” Ozpin said, stroking him slowly.
“I...” Hastin's voice cracked, falling down into a faint whine as Ozpin worked
away at him. “Please...” He gasped.
“Tell me how often you've thought about this.” A third finger roughly added but
Hastin was beyond caring at that point.
“Too often.” Breathless and bitter, and of course it came out entirely audible.
Ozpin laughed and he pressed Hastin's hips to the bed as he wrapped his lips
around his length again. Hastin didn't think twice about straining for more of
that sensation, his eyes fluttering closed as Ozpin pushed him closer and
closer to the edge.
Of course he stopped before Hastin ever achieved relief. He pulled his fingers
from the boy's body and left him laying there to catch his breath. Hastin
pushed himself into a sitting position with a groan, brushing his hair out of
his face. He looked up just in time to see Ozpin slide his own boxers down his
hips and Hastin sat on the edge of his bed and pouted up at him.
“Oh, am I making you wait?” Ozpin asked.
“You're too far away.” Hastin pointed out. It was true. Without that heat, the
feeling of Ozpin near him, Hastin's senses started trying to return. This was a
bad idea. This was a terrible idea. He didn't want to feel that way anymore.
Ozpin laughed and leaned down to kiss him. Hastin returned the gesture at
length, wrapping his arms around the older man's shoulders. It was a little
more difficult for Ozpin to take care of himself at that angle, but he managed
to do so without breaking their kiss.
When he did pull away he didn't get far. “Wait...” Hastin tugged him close
again. It was his expression that really held Ozpin where he was. He could have
easily ignored him, pulled away and pushed him down onto the bed. But Hastin
looked at him with his big black eyes, his expression wanting and sweet,
different than the desire that normally burned there.
“What's your first name...?” Hastin asked, nudging his nose against his
teacher's.
Ozpin smiled. Of course he wanted to know. Hastin liked the pleasure he was
afforded here, but that's not why he came back. It was the intimacy, the human
closeness. The feeling of being wanted. Of course he wanted to know Ozpin's
name; he wanted something to taste, a word that had a certain heaviness to it.
Something important, something sweet. He bit his lip, a certain shyness
creeping over him.
Ozpin was tempted to tell him. But whether it was cruelty or kindness, it
wouldn’t do any good to encourage Hastin’s already chronic issues.
“You can call me professor.” He said. Hastin's expression fell. Ozpin
recognized it right away. Disappointed in himself. Angry, even, for thinking
that he could reach out like that to someone. Poor, pretty boy.
Ozpin kissed him again, took the boy's jaw in his hand and roughly pressed
their lips together. Then he released him. “We're not done, are we?”
And when Hastin looked back at him, the boy's eyes were cold and empty again.
“No, we're not.”
Ozpin went to guide him back to laying down on the bed but Hastin resisted.
“Oh?” Ozpin laughed.
Hastin stood up and moved to pushed Ozpin back until he was the one on laying
down. He didn't protest, arranging himself comfortably on the bed to look up at
the boy, watching him carefully. There was no sweetness in his face now. Desire
flickered in his eyes as his gaze moved over Ozpin's figure. Then he climbed on
top of him.
“Feeling adventurous?” Ozpin teased him.
“Feeling like I have a favour to return.” Hastin said, he straddled Ozpin's
hips and reached down, carefully moving his teacher's erection to where he
wanted it. He bit his lip again, but for entirely different reasons. With a
small, barely audible sound, Hastin pressed himself against the other man.
When Ozpin went to quicken the process, Hastin shoved his hips back down onto
the bed, his short nails digging into Ozpin's skin hard enough to make Ozpin
hiss. Hastin wasn't in a hurry and he didn't intend to let Ozpin off the hook
so easily. Not after everything that had happened.
Slowly, slowly. He inched himself slowly lower, his breath catching as he felt
himself filled more and more. It didn't hurt, he could have moved faster, but
he wanted to savor this.
“Do you miss my mouth on you? We kind of skipped that part...” His breath
hitched and his grip on Ozpin tightened momentarily.
“I'd miss it less if you'd hurry.” Now it was his teacher all pent up and needy
and it made for a lovely sight. Ozpin's expression wasn't a happy one; there
was a flush to his cheeks and a scowl on his lips and it only made Hastin all
the happier.
“Do you think about it?” Hastin nearly purred as he filled himself more. “When
you're alone, do you think about how you were the first to ever feel it?”
“Probably about as often as you think about me fucking you.” Hastin finally
sunk down, his hips flush against Ozpin's, and the older man visibly tensed.
“Which makes me wonder why you're taking so long.”
“You look so pretty down there.” Hastin shot back, the words carrying the same
derision as they did when Ozpin said it to him. “I'm just enjoying the view.”
Deliciously slick, his body lush with heat, Hastin moved against him. His back
arched as he filled himself again and again, achingly slow but careful and
precise. He remembered, Ozpin had found something in him, something nice, and
now Hastin found it again. He used Ozpin's body for his own pleasure, much like
his teacher had done before. But every movement he made was a tease to the man
under him, now short of breath. Hastin reached over and snatched his glasses
away, stretching prettily to set them aside.
“Wouldn't want to hurt them.” He said nonchalantly. That done, he settled back
into riding the cock that so perfectly filled him up, his hand wrapping around
his own erection. Now it was Ozpin biting his lip.
“Oh, you like the view?” Hastin asked. He leaned back, making a show of the way
he moved, sliding up and down Ozpin's erection while toying with his own. Ozpin
reached to stroke him and Hastin batted his hand away. “You're awfully
impatient for an old man.” He said with a viscous smile.
“Where did you learn to be so cruel?” Ozpin asked, but under the strain of his
voice was amusement.
“Oh, I'm sure I learned it somewhere.” Hastin answered breathily. His eyes
fluttered partway closed, lost in the feelings he was making for himself.
This time Ozpin reached for the boy's throat and he tightened his fingers
around it and dragged his student down into a kiss. When he turned them over,
Hastin groaned into his mouth at the sudden change in position. The young man's
hands grabbed on to Ozpin in surprise. Ozpin's hand twitched where it held the
boy's neck, a quiet threat, before it moved to hold his shoulder so he could
support himself.
“You still have a lot to learn.” Ozpin said. He pressed himself deeply into the
boy, licking a heated line up his neck to his ear. Hastin squirmed at feeling
so full.
“You're going to regret teasing me so much...” Ozpin warned him. “You're going
to be so sore by the time I'm done with you.” His voice was low and heated,
steadier than he felt with the boy writhing on his cock like that.
“Please...” Hastin shifted his hips, straining for more as Ozpin held him
there. He seemed to switch so easily between bitter and cold and desperately
needy. Ozpin supposed they were both honest. Hastin didn't have a healthy
relationship with intimacy.
“You want that?” Ozpin said. He thrust slowly into Hastin, and when the student
went to wrap his fingers around his dripping erection, Ozpin took his hand and
pinned it to the bed. A moments panicked fumbling and he turned that into both
of the boy's hands pinned down with one of his own. Hastin struggled weakly but
every movement was just more of a tease to himself.
“Tell me.” Ozpin kissed along his collar bone. “Tell me how badly you crave
it.” He encouraged him. “How badly you've missed the feeling of me inside you.”
Hastin tugged at where his hands were pinned but it was more wanton pulling
than an actual escape attempt. Ozpin's movements continued smooth and slow and
Hastin strained for more. “Please,  please... ” He whimpered. “I need it...”
“You need me.” Ozpin corrected. He scraped his teeth along Hastin's neck. “Say
it. That's why you keep coming back. You need me.”
Hastin swallowed hard and nodded emphatically as he tried to find the words.
The emotions that arose in place of it were a complex tangle that momentarily
silenced him. Desire, shame, anger, self-loathing. When he found his words he
forced them out, unsteady as they were. “I need you, I need you,  please ...”
He begged. This would be what he thought of when he was alone, this moment
where his need drowned out everything else. The heat of Ozpin pressed to him,
pressed inside of him, the man kissing him, the force of it betraying his own
hunger.
“Don't be gentle.” Hastin pleaded. A single clear sentence, his only honestly
communicated need with no bitterness to get in the way.
Ozpin's laugh was breathless. “No fear, little one. I won't be.”
He kept his word and released Hastin's hands to hold his hips tightly as he
took him. Hastin's back arched, his legs hooking around his teacher's waist and
his arms wrapping around his neck. Ozpin didn't mind; it was all the better to
hear the sweet sounds he earned. Ozpin's heart raced, his fire-flooded veins
urging him towards his orgasm, but the way Hastin clung to him, sweating and
shaking and moaning, it was exactly what he needed to feel satisfied. More than
satisfied even. He felt victorious and delirious with pleasure. Hastin's body
was a work of art in it's construction, every bit of it built for Ozpin's use.
Or so it felt, at least.
In a show of mercy for the overwhelmed boy, Ozpin reached between them and
stroked his cock as he roughly fucked him. It didn't take long to push his
student into orgasm, desperate cries of relief falling from his kiss-bruised
lips. Feeling Hastin's body climax, knowing that it had been his own work and
that he'd earned himself another visit in the future, Ozpin emptied himself
into the boy with a groan. Hastin was shaking and weak and he whimpered so
beautifully when Ozpin pulled himself out of his used body.
 Ozpin collapsed onto the bed and hooked an arm over Hastin's shoulders,
pulling the boy against his chest. At first he complied, resting his head
against the comfort of his teacher's body. It seemed that it quickly sunk in
what he was doing, however, and he jerked away a moment later.
“In a hurry?” Ozpin asked him. Hastin shot him a dark look as he unsteadily
stood up to find his clothes. As though Ozpin wasn't aware of what he was doing
and had been being gentle out of the goodness of his heart. Right.
Hastin was swift to dress, but even on leaving his eyes were still glassy and
his lips were still red. Having pulled on his own boxers but nothing else,
Ozpin pulled Hastin into another kiss, pushing him back against the door again.
“It was so much better to hear you.” He murmured against Hastin's lips. “I
wonder what sounds I can wring from you next time.”
“Somehow I don't think I'll be as well behaved next time.” Hastin said sharply.
Still, they both knew that his words were an admittance; he would be coming
back.
He'd always come back.  
***** Chapter 3 *****
Chapter Summary
     Hastin's moment of weakness passed. Ozpin's was just starting.
Ozpin was not a bad man, technically speaking. He was not a particularly good
man, but in his life he had met people far, far worse than him. This was one of
the many ways he justified his infatuation. It was wrong of him to be so
obsessed over one of his students, certainly. But everyone ad their vices. He
could have been worse.
The simple truth of the matter was that although he was the one who worked
Hastin into a frenzy, although he was the one who held the boy down and marked
his body as he used it to satisfy himself... he could not undo him without
becoming undone. And he didn’t pursue him, if that meant anything in the end.
Hastin forced his hand. He always did. Every time Ozpin thought to be gentle,
even when he thought to try and spare the boy from the fire he had started
himself, Hastin would have none of it. He was always there with something sharp
to say, a cutting, daring remark paired with demanding kisses or the rough
caress of his delicate hands.
It was more than a physical attraction. He was a pretty boy, but he wasn't the
only one. Beacon had it's share of attractive students and they had never
particularly bothered Ozpin to act in any way that was less than professional.
But there was a bitter darkness in Hastin's heart that sang a sweet, sickly
tune to the shadows in his own soul.
Ozpin was in charge of their encounters, but he was not so oblivious as to
think it wasn't because the little hunter wanted him to be.
Their meetings weren't common, they both still had socially-acceptable lives to
lead, but every time it happened Ozpin's satisfaction easily outweighed his
self-loathing. Hastin satisfied him so deeply that he left an ache in his
departure, a feeling that took days to heal.
In return, he left the boy with bruises and bites and the raw feeling of having
been used to exhaustion.
He tried not to think about if Hastin had to excuse the marks. Was he proud of
them? Was he ashamed? Either one made Ozpin smile. The idea that he could be
ambivalent to his efforts hurt him more than he wanted to admit.
He liked the idea of Hastin being proud of his marks. Running his fingers over
the bite marks that were hidden by his school collar or the bruises on his
hips, feeling where Ozpin had held him down as he writhed. He should be proud,
troublesome little vixen. Ozpin was not a man who was easily flustered.
But maybe he wasn't. Hastin was a little, angry boy. He broke down into sharp,
terrible little pieces with every hungry kiss or panicked hitch of breath.
Ozpin saw it in him. He didn't know if Hastin meant to let him see it or not,
but he did not seem to hide it well. He allowed himself no gentleness, always
pushing Ozpin to be harsher to him. The more severe he was, the hungrier Hastin
became... and the more Ozpin wanted him.
In the end, however, Hastin was still a student. He was actually a very good
student, and of his team only Rosa's mark's occasionally exceeded his. In the
field, he was exceptional. Ozpin wondered if his team was ever curious about
that. Ame had years of field experience, thus her skills were sensible.
But as far as Ozpin knew, he was the only one to be aware of Hastin's coloured
past. It was no wonder he was a force to be reckoned with. Miss Violet had
pushed him to the edge over and over and over again. Ozpin was only all too
happy that she hadn't broke him.
He wondered if Hastin could be broken at all.
Those fears were put to the test when his team returned from a field
assignment, bloodied and bruised. Ozpin, of course, received word of it
straight away. His little obsession aside, he was invested in the well-being of
his students.
It was supposed to be a simple test that had gotten wildly out of hand. They
had cleared the field in an absolutely stunning massacre... but it wasn't
without it's costs. The four of them were in the infirmary but it was night
before he was allowed in to see them.
His intentions were good, he told himself. They were his students. Not only had
they done something exceptional, they had been hurt in the process. He had to
see to them.
He wasn't worried about Hastin, he told himself. No more than he was worried
about the others. Of course not.
He visited the others first, starting with the captain. Oliver hadn't taken to
the role originally, but he had flourished there like a victorious weed. His
first questions were about his team, but as Ozpin hadn't seen them yet, he
didn't have any answers.
Ozpin promised him, sincerely, that he would see to their well-being. That
seemed to be enough for him, and Oliver reluctantly agreed to rest as long as
Ozpin kept his word.
Ame wasn't awake when he visited her, but having spoken to the girl before he
could guess that whatever she would report to him would be tired and full of
cursing. The report on her was positive, so he didn't worry over it too much.
Rosa's room was second last. They had given them individual rooms, and when
Ozpin asked the doctor why, it was to ensure they would rest rather than try to
regroup. Rosa had the opposite tactic to Oliver; she didn't ask him about the
team's statuses, she told him. It was unsurprising that she took a different
route; she wasn't as prone to panic as her captain. Ozpin was happy for the
information. Knowing what happened, hopefully, meant they could stop it from
happening again.
But he hesitated at the last room, his hand on the doorknob. This was fear, he
couldn't deny it. What would he see? What had happened to his student? This was
more than the fear that he had lost a warm body to fuck. Ozpin hadn't been
ready for the actual, sincere worry he felt.
He took a deep breath and opened the door.
Hastin sat in the hospital bed. His hair was down, shining like navy ink as it
pooled around his shoulders. Like the others, he was still mostly in his field
clothes, with his delicate dress bloodstained and ripped. His stockings were
torn in places and he had some bandages wound around his legs. His blouse was
open and there were bandages around his stomach and chest. His gloves were set
aside, sitting on the bedside table.
He was sitting up, propped up by his pillows as he leaned back against them.
The light in the room was dim, filtering in from the hall through the small,
frosted window in the door. In it, Hastin's eye's were round and black.
Endlessly deep.
He did not look surprised to see Ozpin, and when he spoke to him it was quiet
and calm. "Hello Professor. I've been wondering if you would come."
"Did you hope I would?" Ozpin asked. His words came out mechanically,
nonchalant and cool but no sooner were they spoken than he betrayed himself,
crossing the room and taking the lapels of the boy's shirt in his hands and
pulling him into a dizzingly relieved kiss.
Hastin whimpered against him but Ozpin didn't let him go until he had gotten a
handle on his feelings. When he pulled away, Hastin leaned back again on his
pillows with a wince.
"You're hurt." Ozpin breathed.
"Certainly." Hastin replied back, as though he hadn't just been kissed
senseless.
"How badly?" Ozpin's hands found their way onto him, one on his thigh and
another on his stomach over the bandages that were wrapped there.
"Do you want my opinion, or the doctor's?" Hastin asked him.
"I already spoke to him." Ozpin said.
"Then you already know." Hastin reached up to tuck some of his hair behind his
ear and Ozpin snatched his hand from the air, holding it in his own.
"Tell me." He said to the younger man. When he tightened his grip it wasn't
painful, just urgent. "I want to hear you say it."
"I'll be fine with rest. A little more scarred for the venture, but not damaged
too terribly." He said. There was a quiet but sharp dismissiveness to his
voice, as though he thought nothing of Ozpin's concern. Something about his
tone put a hitch in Ozpin's pulse, a brief flicker of heat in his veins at the
young man's contrary nature.
That hadn't been what he had come down here for, had it? He licked his lips
nervously and tasted Hastin on them.
Seeing Hastin hurt, seeing him sitting there in his bandages all half-dressed
and defiant, it did nothing to calm Ozpin's blooming libido.
The boy looked as cold and beautiful as he ever had, and the urge to crack that
facade was just as strong.
"You know... I can feel that." Hastin reminded him quietly. He reached up with
one bandaged hand to pull at Ozpin's scarf, tugging him down closer to Hastin's
current height. "Seeing me like this does something for you, doesn't it?" He
asked.
"It's more complicated than that." Ozpin said, sounding altogether more
defensive than he would admit.
"I do make things complicated, don't I?" Hastin mused quietly. He hadn't let go
of the professor.
"You have no idea." Ozpin kissed him again, this time his hands smoothed over
his student's body and pressed under it, pulling him close so Ozpin could feel
his warmth, his solidity. Alive, and well enough get him riled. Perhaps he
needn't have worried.
Hastin pulled his glasses off and set them down next to his own gloves without
stopping to look. With that done, he tangled his fingers into Ozpin's hair and
returned his kiss with enthusiasm.
The professor supposed he shouldn't have been surprised. The boy had just
nearly died. It seemed as though this was a sensible reaction.
Of course Ozpin would help him any way he could.
Hastin's fingers fumbled his buttons, hands shaky and tired from the fight.
Ozpin shrugged off his scarf and helped him with the task without comment or
reprimand. Hastin instead moved to pull his belt undone and when Ozpin shed his
shirt the young man pulled him close needfully.
But the bed thing wasn't working. Ozpin pulled out of Hastin's grip and didn't
fail no note the sadness in the boy's face when he did. He maneuvered himself
onto the bed and right away Hastin pulled him down on top of him.
"Won't you get in trouble if they find you?" There was humour in his voice as
Ozpin kissed and sucked along his collar bone. His breath came in ragged waves
and already his hips moved against his teacher's.
"If I was worried about the repercussions, I never would have taken you the
first time." Ozpin told him.
He sunk his teeth into the boy's neck and his back arched against Ozpin's body.
All was well until his hands tightened against Hastin's back and he earned
himself a whimper that sounded different than the others.
Ozpin froze and he felt Hastin shiver against him, but it wasn't the same as
the ones he usually earned. He could feel the difference, as minute as they
were. He looked up at the young man's face and noticed his eyes screwed shut,
his breathing unsteady.
This wasn't arousal. It was pain.
Hastin was more hurt than he admit.
Ozpin gently kissed the mark he left on Hastin's skin. His hands smoothed over
where his nails had dug into him and he kissed his way up the boy's neck. He
met Hastin's lips in a heated, lingering kiss, slow and thorough and unhurried.
He braced his hands around where Hastin lay, careful not to pin his hair, and
kissed him in a way that was very nearly sweet.
"Something's different." Hastin murmured against his lips. He sounded nervous.
Ozpin kissed him again. This time, the shiver he earned was familiar.
"Yes." Ozpin agreed. "This time, something is different."
Today, Hastin would not get what he wanted. He'd leave here with no bruises
from Ozpin's touch.
Ozpin may not have been able to reign in his desires, but he could compromise
with them. He slid one of his hands under Hastin's skirt. He wore no garters
today, Ozpin thought that they may have been annoying in the field. It was
handy for Ozpin now, who was tugging off Hastin's panties with a little help
from the assassin, who raised his hips to aid the effort.
Ozpin had lubricant with him. He had debated in bringing it, the little packet
in his back pocket an obvious sign of his significantly tilted morality. He
could acknowledge these things about himself but it was still so hard to see
them physically embodied.
Hastin was already half-hard, and he bit his lip as he watched Ozpin coat his
fingers. Injured or not, he welcomed the slick intrusion of one of the
professor's touch.
Normally, Ozpin's talented mouth would be his distraction, but there was no
room for that in the cramped hospital bed.
Hastin's smile was relaxed even as he pressed his body towards Ozpin's hand. He
wrapped his own fingers around his erection, ignoring the bandages that were
still tied across his palm.
"At least you can enjoy the show." Hastin told him.
"Somehow I think that's more than fair." Ozpin replied.
He certainly didn't feel shortchanged; he watched Hastin's hand work himself to
hardness, his cheeks tinting pink in the dark as he rolled his hips against
Ozpin's finger. The teacher slid a second finger in alongside the first and
only earned himself a faint whine in response.
"Hard to believe a pretty thing like you is out there killing monsters in the
field." Ozpin teased him.
Hastin's laugh was quiet, and cut off by a sweet, faint moan as the older man
worked his fingers inside of him. "You don't think that." He said. "You think I
belong out there in the bloodshed." Hastin's smile was knowing and dangerous,
regardless of his compromising position.
"And you don't?" Ozpin asked him in return. But any sharp-witted reply Hastin
was about to make was cut off by Ozpin's previously gentle touches turning
rough. He seemed to favor that tactic for getting Hastin to be quiet, not as
though Hastin could do much about it.
He tossed his head back on the pillow and took a deep, shuddering breath as
Ozpin pressed a third finger inside of him, quickly followed by a fourth.
Hastin rocked his hips between his own hand and his professor's, his free hand
tightening on the edge of the bed as the heat of arousal clawed it's way
through his veins.
Ozpin pulled his fingers free without waiting for the boy to beg. They'd have
other days for him to wring all the delectable weakness he could from him.
But not here. Ozpin was in no mood to wait. He had been more worried than he
wanted to admit and although he was relieved now he needed something to vent
on. Conveniently, Hastin was both the problem and the solution.
He worked himself out of his slacks and poured the rest of the lubricant into
his hand, using it to slick himself quickly and simply. Thoughtlessly, he
pressed Hastin's legs up towards his body and was caught off-guard when the
student winced sharply.
He was injured. How thoughtless of him. Ozpin didn't apologize; he did let go
of the boy's legs and leaned over him, pressing a kiss to his lips. He wouldn't
say he was sorry.
There was too much to apologize for, really, and it was far too late for that.
A kiss would have to do.
When he lined himself up again he was much more careful. Painstakingly slow,
Ozpin pressed his erection to Hastin's entrance. Regardless of the pain he was
in, Hastin pressed back, growling low in his throat in impatience.
Ozpin smiled down at him. "Careful, you'll hurt yourself." He cautioned.
"Wouldn't you rather do that?" Hastin shot back.
Well, he was well enough to snark. Ozpin sank into his welcoming heat with a
jerk of his hips. Hastin's breath caught in his chest, his body tensing around
him at the sudden intrusion, but there was no cry of pain.
Hastin whined faintly to be so full and the sound was deeply satisfying to
hear. Ozpin shoved his skirt up and grabbed ahold of the boy's hip, using his
other hand to support himself.
Breathless and glassy-eyed, Hastin swore under his breath. Ozpin's smile was
cruel and he nipped at Hastin's lips as he waited for his student to adjust.
He knew time was up when the boy started squirming, moving against him and
making little plaintive noises. That was all the sign Ozpin needed and he moved
against Hastin's body with want that was rapidly becoming  need .
Maybe it had always been need, ever since the beginning.
There was no way he could stop this now.
Hastin stroked himself still, his free hand wrapped around one of Ozpin's
shoulders. His short nails dug into Ozpin's back.
"You're not going to up and die on me in the field now, are you?" Ozpin hissed
the words into Hastin's ear.
"Worried you'll lose your toy?" There was poison and heat in Hastin's voice,
even as he struggled to get the words out as Ozpin fucked him.
Ozpin said nothing in response, instead he turned his attention to making the
boy needful and weak. It was an achievable goal, and with a shift of his hips
he felt it, the change in Hastin that marked he was close.
Poor, pretty Hastin. So warm and slick and perfect, and such a wicked, bitter
little soul.
"Sweet boy... I'll have to come see you more as you recover. It's awfully nice
to have you so compliant." Ozpin groaned and he felt Hastin shudder under his
as his orgasm overtook him. The professor wasn't far behind, cumming deep into
the boy's body and holding Hastin's hips tightly to his own as he did.
Breathlessly, he pulled away from the boy's body, earning himself whimper in
response. Looking down at him, Ozpin noticed a few things in quick succession;
Hastin's cum all over the his own stomach and chest, glinting faintly in the
dim light, the boy's heaving chest as he caught his breath, and all the blood
that was soaking through his bandages.
Ozpin scrambled off the bed as Hastin was wincing, laying himself back down,
still coming down from his orgasm despite the pain.
"You ruined your bandages." Ozpin said, but there was no mistaking the tone of
his voice. His words were mocking but his tone had been unmistakably concerned.
He hadn't meant to make it so obvious.
Hastin smiled at him, a dark little grin offset by the flush in his cheeks and
the blood and cum Ozpin could see on his body. "Isn't that was bandages are
for?" He asked, his voice almost saccharine.
Ozpin dressed, and offered to help him change them. It seemed the least he
could do.
Hastin declined.
 
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