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「Starr Park Academy.」

A prestigious and elite high school located southwest, right by the outskirts of Brawlywood, enclosed by preserved lands. Such placement allowed for only the privileged to be permitted access within their walls. The entrance exam, for starters, was at the level of multiple top tier universities, a heavy obstacle for anyone who hadn't been raised in a high class society.

Edgar was not asinine. He grew up surrounded by expensive vehicles, michelin dishes served only at five star restaurants, and clothes that would cost a peasant's year salary to afford barely a quarter of his closet. Undoubtedly, he was from a wealthy family with very high standards regarding quality and results over anything else, including familiar bonds.

His father, Byron, along with his step-sister, Colette, and him all lived in a modern mansion in the mountains. Acres and acres of land extended beyond sight across every direction. It felt isolated, regardless of how many servants worked in their property. And given the lack of emphasis on forming any sort of bond with his family, it almost felt as if they, too, were strangers, living in close proximity of each other.

Colette, at least, made an effort to try and strike up a conversation with him before school every morning.

"-And she was like, 'girl I helped you out a while ago, can't you give me some money?', and I was like, we've been in the same class the past four years and you never batted an eye in my freaking direction!" She grabbed the cup of tea that was placed before her, taking a long sip as it glistened under the soft morning light entering through the floor-to-ceiling windows.

"I thought her family owned a bank? Why would she ask you for money?" Edgar replied, lazily poking at his açaí bowl with a silver spoon. Today, in particular, he wasn't really hungry.

"Exactly! It's not my fault they can't manage their own money because she always spends it on jewelry to brag about in class. Learn how to invest or something." Her eyes drifted to his food then back at him. "But I can't even hate her, because she's so cool. And she's friends with that boy that I like, so I can't be mad because she might go on and try to date him to get back at me!" Her dramatic movements with her arms helped express her intense emotions.

"Uh, yeah, no. I don't think that even if you're friends with her, Spike's going to like you back." He heard her screech at the mention of the boy's name. Edgar vaguely rolled his eyes, laying back on his chair. "Besides, he's a little..."

"Hot? Strong? Incredibly cool and amazing?! Oh, to hear his deep voice whispering in my ear..."

"He's mute, Colette."

"You don't know that! He can very well be shy!"

He felt his eyes roll to the back of his head again. There was no point in trying to reason with his step-sister when she got so worked up about some random guy at school. Begrudginly, he stood up, signaling the servant holding their backpacks to take them to the car. Colette took the hint soon after, finishing her tea before running alongside him. They walked to the limousine awaiting outside of the mansion, getting inside just as the clock marked 7:30 A.M.

The ride to school was rutinary, with the girl giggling and scrambling something in her notebook while he looked out of the window the entire ride.

Tall, metal doors clanged as they were opened, leading the vehicle inside. Edgar watched as a servant opened the door to his side, letting him step out. Shortly after they did the same with Colette, the girl squeezing out a high-pitch "Thanks!" while she skipped to walk next to him. The academy's emblem was embedded on the marble floors right before the entrance. They walked around it, as custom, to respect the school's honor, before stepping into the building. Chandeliers hung from the tall ceilings, the walls adorned with gold accents along with maps to of each of the three floors. Every detail within the place's structure practically spelled out the word "Elegant."

Without much thought, Edgar waved his goodbye to Colette as the girl parted to her class at the opposite side of the building. She was one year older than him, so their classrooms were separated. He redirected his steps to his own class while his shoes squeaked against the polished floors.

"Edgar!" Bibi, his best friend, called out his name while waving as his body crossed the door frame into the room. He got into his seat and the other teenager scooted over to his desk, reclining against it with a smirk. "Guess what?"

"What?"

"I heard that Ms. Pam got into a nasty argument with her husband in the teacher's loungue. She was fuming and shit." Bibi unwrapped a piece of gum and popped it into her mouth, offering another piece to Edgar. He took it and imitated her actions. "That's what happens when you have a relationship with another faculty member. Your entire career gets fucked up."

"We're getting a substitute today?"

"Yeah, and apparently, he's really young." She stopped reclining against his desk and stood up straight, placing a hand on her hip. "A prodigy or whatever. Maybe we can get him to not follow the schedule today and let us have a free day."

"You know that doesn't work like that." He blowed a bubble before sucking it back into his mouth. "The principal makes it very clear to anyone teaching that they need to strictly follow the course materials so we aren't lazy or whatever the fuck."

"I mean, true, but what if we can convince him anyway? Like, come on, he was in high school too like two years ago."

Edgar closed his eyes and gave it some thought. It was, indeed, a fact that the younger a teacher is, the more often they tend to be more lenient in regards to what the students want to do. But on the other hand, it wasn't appropriate to assume that just because that's common then it means it will play like that for them too. Starr Park Academy was for the elite, after all. He couldn't remember the last instance a teacher showed them mercy before they got fired on the spot, as if the building in itself had ears to snitch on every little thing.

"Maybe it's worth the effort. It's not like they'll punish us anyway for asking for some free time. The fault falls on the teacher either way."

Bibi bumped her fist against his shoulder and grinned.

The rest of their classmates made their way into the room one by one until every seat was occupied. Not long after, the distinct sound of a teacher's soles resonated against the empty halls.

She stopped whatever she was talking to Edgar about in favor of needing to return to her seat, not before whispering to his ear:

"Meet me at the Greenhouse at lunch?" He simply nodded after hearing that, watching her leave to her seat. Then, the door to the room was opened, and inside stepped a young man with a lean build, which you could make out through his tightly fitted formal shirt and slacks. The man adjusted his tie before clearing his throat, giving the class a wide smile.

"Good morning, everyone. As you may be aware, Ms. Pam got into a small disagreement with a fellow member of our faculty. Due to her incapability of teaching for a while, I will be your substitute. My name is Fang, and it's a pleasure to meet you all. I hope our days together run smooth and that you can accept me as a figure not only of authority, but of guidance, as well."

It felt nearly as if he were reading off a script. Robotic, almost; something to be expected of a teacher at a prestigious school like theirs. A few "nice to meet you" mumbles were heard from different parts of the room. He continued,

"Now, I know that just because I'm young, you might think that I'm going to be susceptible to manipulating. However, allow me to inform you that I am not."

Edgar's eyes drifted to Bibi's frame before he could even think about it, only to find the girl already glancing at him.

"Despite twenty years old being not yet fully mentally developed, I can assure you that I have dedicated my life to discipline and commitment. I won't be swayed by a couple of puppy eyes or even gifts—for my purpose here is to continue to guide you in the path of becoming exemplary and remarkable young boys and girls. There is no shade to my teaching methods, only the steady fire of passion to get your bright minds to work!" Fang clapped his hands together before nodding to himself. "So let's start with some activities to get to know each other better. Fomenting good relationships with your peers is the first step in becoming a valuable asset in any industry."

Edgar could already feel his eyelids threatening to close. He hated this type of teacher that swore they were passionate about their subject, when in reality they just yapped about it for hours without caring for the students actually learning about anything. They were also often overbearing, a distinctive dislikeable trait in his eyes.

He sighed in a low tone, moving his gaze to the notebook before him so as to not drag any attention to himself. In terms of wanting to participate in this childish activity... He did not want to take part in it in the slightest, preferably choosing to jump out of a moving plane. At least that would be thrilling.

The type of thrill that would make your heartbeat speed up and send a shiver down your spine. The same thrill he just felt when the substitute smashed his hand right on his desk, in front of him. Edgar reluctantly raised his gaze to meet the man's, who held an indescribable expression.

"You. Hasn't anyone told you that your hair should be trimmed and presentable?" He grazed his fingers against Edgar's bangs that covered one of his eyes. While in the past there have been a couple of teacher that informed him that he should get a haircut, not one of them had gone out of their way to touch him. " What's your name?"

The teen scoffed.

"Why, so you can whine like a little bitch to the principal about me?" Multiple gasps and chuckles could be hear within the room, bringing him more confidence over his choice of words. He never cared about any teacher or treating them with respect. They were all hags to him. Well, perhaps not this one—though he still thought he was lame for pointing out his hair.

The substitute's face could only be described as shocked, his mouth opening so wide he resembled a certain famous painting of a scream and his eyes almost wanting to pop out. It made Edgar's chest rumble with pride.

"Young man, that is no way to talk to your teacher!"

"Womp womp."

"The nerve...! See me after class." He turned on his heel, stomping over to a different student's desk.

Unfazed, Edgar spent the rest of the class feeling smug. What was the worst he was going to get, week's detention? It's not like he liked being at his own home, anyway, with Colette stuck at school doing extracurriculars and his father being nowhere in sight. At least at school in detention he had something to do instead of rotting away in his bed all day. Not one time did he think over his actions while in detention, either way. It was all transitory.

Everyone packed up their things when the bell rung, exiting the classroom at once. Edgar tried to infiltrate the crowd to escape the scolding before he felt the collar of his shirt being tugged back firmly. He choked slightly, looking over his shoulder to stare at the substitute towering over him with an annoyed expression adorning his otherwise smooth face. He held him in place until there was no one left in the room.

Fang pointed at a chair at the front of the class and Edgar grunted as he seated where he was instructed. That's when he heard the click of the door being locked. His brows furrowed as he looked at the teacher, who was leaning against the door with a more relaxed expression on his face.

"Edgar." The teacher said his name as if tasting how it landed on his tongue. "I found you on the school registry. You really are a troublemaker, aren't you?"

Slow yet calculated steps slowly closed in on the boy as the man's voice dropped into a dominant tone.

"Entry #1: Student pushed a teacher against a wall when he was told to bring over some books to the library. Lunch detention." He stepped closer. "Entry #2: Student dumped a glass of milk on a teacher's hair, claiming it looked better in a lighter color. Suspended for three days." And closer. "Entry #3: Student told a teacher to 'suck someone else's dick' when presented with a complaint regarding a violation of the dress code. Suspended for a week."

The steps ceased when he was standing right in front of the younger's desk. He placed his arms on it, propped up by his elbows to meet at eye level.

"Tell me, Edgar, do you have issues at home?"

The boy was taken aback by the question, stumbling to form an answer. He stuttered and clenched his hands into fists, looking away. Fang interpreted this as a confirmation.

"That's none of your business."

"No, I believe it is. As your teacher-"

"Substitute." Edgar interrupted.

"As your substitute teacher, it is my duty to ensure that you are in the right state of mind in order to absorb the most knowledge possible while you're here at school. If something is troubling you, I advise you to speak to an adult and seek the help you deserve."

Jet-black eyes wandered down to his thighs, where he was tightly clenching the fabric of his pants. Who did this teacher think he was, telling him to seek help? He could ask for help whenever he wanted. He didn't need snark reminders of his personal situation when he just wanted to learn a thing or two then go home.

Fang grabbed the boy's chin and tilted it up, asking for his attention back. Edgar obeyed, although his eyebrows could not be physically more pressed together in anger. The man's voice was soft and carried in it something Edgar had recognized way too many times before, and it made him sick to the stomach.

Pity.

"I'll drop the teacher act and speak to you, man to man, alright? Listen, I don't want to punish you. Seeing how you've been getting in trouble so many times in the past makes me worry about you, and I want to understand what you're going through, if you'd allow me." The hand holding Edgar's chin trailed to his jaw and up to his cheek, caressing it softly with his thumb as if it could break under pressure. He added slowly, "...Please?"

Something weird started bubbling up inside of him. It wasn't the need to puke, or the tingling feeling when you've been holding your pee for too long. It was something indescribable, something that clawed and gnawed at his heart and gut like an overly excited dog with a new chew toy. It pooled in his stomach and resurfaced up to his chest—it was intense, fast, warm. It took over his entire body in a matter of seconds, leaving him almost out of breath.

What was happening? Some random new substitute teacher trapped him in an interrogation about his family and now suddenly he felt like he was about to confess to a crime and be sentenced to death. It was disgusting, truly, and Edgar wanted to get away as soon as possible, yet at the same time his body refused to pull away from the touch. This was wrong, a teacher is not supposed to act this close with a student. He could report this to the principal and get him fired-

A set of arms draped across his back, bringing him close. Fang was hugging him, as if he sensed his panic.

"Shh, it's okay. I'm here."

This was very wrong. But... Maybe this is what it would feel like if his father were to hug him? Having an adult male figure in his life being seemingly invested in him could make up for all of the days where he wanted to spend time with Byron, but he was never home. If he treated Fang as a second dad, would that make him feel cared for? Needed? Loved?

Too many emotions at once felt extremely overwhelming and, for once, he closed his eyes and let himself be embraced by another human being.

Edgar walked to the greenhouse, which was detached from the main building in a more or less secluded area surrounded by conifer trees. When he arrived, he noticed he had gotten there before Bibi did. The wait accompanied by a deafening silence didn't serve well with his current mental state. He felt strange, for it was the first time someone's prodding into his life actually felt real for once. Whether it was the tone of the teacher's words, his eyes or even his body language, one thing was clear: he saw Edgar as someone he needed to pay attention to. No other teacher in the past had prioritized him in this way—not even Ms. Pam, who treated every one of her students like her own kids! Though she favored equal treatment, so there's that.

Fang, on the other hand, was different. And what he said to Edgar before he left the room stained his mind deeply.

"You know, I've never cared for anyone else like this. I have a feeling that you're special."

Special.

And that damn smile that followed after made his stomach churn. He couldn't handle being bombarded with this many things in a single day. Sure, he had managed to get over many sorrows like when his cat got lost and never came back, or when a family member passed away. But neither of those things compared to the thudding of his heart right now, as if he had just ran a marathon while being chased by a hundred cheetas.

He needed something to drown out those thoughts, and quick.

Edgar dropped his backpack to the floor and kneeled beside it, taking out a packet of cigarettes. He pulled one out and held it up, appreciating the familiarity it bringed. Before he could stress over not having a lighter, his best friend appeared through the arch while holding a plastic bag. It was moments like these where the world felt so small, and he wasn't the son of a millionare businessman, but rather just a teenager like any other.

She plopped down next to him with a sigh, taking a lighter out of her pocket and lighting his cigarette.

Taking a long and much needed drag, he could finally relax.

"My bad for keeping you waiting. Had to run to the bathroom and nearly missed our provider." Bibi pulled out of the bag two cans of 'M.A.X' Energy Drinks.

Their "provider," as cool as it sounded, was just an older student that bought them cigarettes and energy drinks in exchange for some favors in school.

"You're good, don't worry." He said after exhaling, a puff of smoke flowing from his mouth. His hand grabbed one of the drinks and opened it, bringing it to his lips and taking a few gulps. The girl next to him lit her own cig, taking a shorter drag.

Not one regard for any of the plants around them. It's not like anyone other than whoever was picked as the caretaker that year would care.

"So," she started, her voice raspy. "What do you think of the new teach?"

"He's lame." He simply replied, moving over his hair to take another drag properly.

"Right? 'Oh, look at me, I won't let you manipulate me, blah blah blah.' Dude, you're not morally superior for saying that, the fuck?"

"I bet he feels inferior and that's why he's got a big personality."

"I bet he's got a small dick, too. It's always the ones with a pinky toe for a size that think they're godlike."

Edgar wheezed, letting out a loud laugh. Bibi laughed too, in a lower voice.

"Yo, he probably doesn't get laid either. 'Cause who the fuck chooses to become a teacher when they're twenty?"

"I'm Mr. Small Dick, a lonely virgin so much so that I choose to be a substitute instead of getting some bitches on my dick. You, emo boy, cut your hair. And you over there, I can't have a romantic life so I'll take it out on this random ass couple down the hall!" She imitated the teacher's voice while puffing out her chest and pointing at random plants. Edgar continued laughing at the act as they made fun of the new substitute until they finished their drinks. Lunch time would be over soon, yet he was just glad he had a friend to take him out of his head at least for a while.

He took a picture of the empty cans in the bag, one of them holding a cigarette butt on the top, to later post on his social media. This was something he did when he felt like the situation was memorable enough—a fun hangout (showing no faces), good food, or a particularly attractive bleeding set of slits on his forearm.

The latter was fairly recent, given that what good is it if even when you get perfect grades on multiple subjects, no one is there to congratulate you? It made his efforts feel meaningless at the end of the day.

Edgar stretched in his bed, arching his back as a weak groan escaped his lips. He picked up his phone, which had fallen on his lap, and glanced at the time. It was three A.M. already, yet he felt not an ounce of sleep in his body. His stomach rumbled as he scrolled through some influencer's page, which displayed food from all over the world. Right in the middle of watching one of their short-form blog content, he received a notification.

• d4ybr34ker started following you.

He tapped on the notification and watched as it opened the profile. There weren't many posts other than pictures of martial arts-related places and a couple of sunset photos. Just another guest on the internet. He shrugged and followed the account back before returning to watching the video. Not even a minute later, he was interrupted again by another notification.

• d4ybr34ker sent you a message.

Edgar sighed, opening his direct messages and selecting the chat. He stared at the text on the box, reading,

You're up late.

Thinking of a quick reply, his fingers flew across the keyboard.

look who's talking

A bubble with three dots appeared as another text was being written.

I'm an adult, I can do whatever I want.

You can call me Fiend.

What are you doing?

watching a food review video i guess

I saw your post.

The one with the cuts. Did you really do that to yourself?

yeah dumbass, it was me. i won't fucking tell you why if that's what you wanna hear

Edgar rolled his eyes as he finished typing, ready to close the chat. He didn't want to indulge in the meaning behind the cuts nor did he want to entertain some random person's hero complex. The message that came afterwards, on the contrary, sent a small electric shot down his spine.

I want to see more.

Such a shade of red contrasts really well with your pale skin. If you got more, care to show them to me?

Or you could make a video making new ones.

He licked his lower lip, interested.

oh, yeah? I have more, I'll show you

He snapped a couple of pictures depicting the rest of scars on his body. One for each of his forearms, then thighs, one for the lower side of his abdomen, and one for his chest, where he held his shirt with his mouth. He thought of censoring his nipples on the last one, but he couldn't care enough before he hit sent. It was the internet, and the anonimity made it so that it didn't matter who was on the other side of the screen. Right now, it was only "Fiend" and him.

It took at least two minutes before the user had reacted with a black heart to every single picture and replied with the message:

Good boy.

Edgar felt excited—thrilled even. No one had ever seen his scars in a positive light before, yet here there was some unknown person praising him for harming himself. He pressed his thighs together, rubbing them slowly as a warm blush set on his cheeks.

tell me more

I love how your body is covered in those little marks.

Maybe one day I can be the one to leave them on you instead?...

Holding you close to me while I press the blade against your skin, wetting my fingers in your blood and making you lick them clean.

We could kiss afterwards, too. Our tongues could be stained with your blood and it'd taste so good. You'd be so obedient for me, letting me claim your body like that.

How old are you?

16

He almost didn't send the message from how bad his hands were shaking. Edgar had started to rut against the bed, biting down on his pillow while he read the set of messages Fiend sent him. Nervous about their conversation ending, he added another message.

i hope that's not a turn off for you

The next message came as quick as he blinked.

It's not.

A pressure he didn't know he held in his chest eased.

You're at the perfect age where your wounds heal fast, so you can keep adding new ones. Young skin is truly wonderful.

young? how old are you

Silence. He whined as he typed out another message, growing desperate.

you don't have to tell me

Wanna see what you've caused on me?

Edgar's heart raced. His face grew impossibly hotter as his breathing was jagged.

please

• d4ybr34ker sent a view only once picture.

He opened it the moment it appeared on his screen. The picture was taken in a dark room, like the one he was in. With flash on, you could see grey sweatpants and half of a torso with a red shirt. Against his pants lined an erection, thick and long. Edgar stopped biting the wet pillow in favor of biting his lip. He slowly lowered one of his hands between his legs, rubbing down on his pussy. It was fairly sensitive from all the motion against his bed. He wanted to reciprocrate, closing the picture and opening his camera to take one of his own. Edgar used his knees for support as he arched on the bed, raising up his hips.The picture showed his ass in his striped underwear, the latter being wet with slick. It also showed his hand timidly pressing against his clit. Everywhere felt incredibly hot, and he didn't care that he was sending pictures to some random creep on the internet. He was feeling good at the moment and that's everything that mattered to him. And so, Edgar sent the picture, resuming his rubbing right after.

Once again, another black heart reaction to it.

So you have a vagina. Even better.

Thanks for not sending it in view once. Now I can masturbate to it whenever I please.

I love how soft your ass looks. Wish I could squeeze it in my hands and lick it all the way from your clit to your small hole.

You're a virgin, right?

yea

Good. I want to be your first.

Make you obsessed with my dick until you can't live without it, having you begging for it every day. And I'd give it to you as many times as you want. Be my little cock sleeve. Fill you up with my cum.

Edgar reached his limit, letting out an agitated moan against his pillow as he came in his underwear, his whole body shuddering. The hand movements became slower to ride out his orgasm until they ceased. He pulled his face out of the pillow, breathing through his mouth as his unfocused eyes closed in on the last message Fiend sent:

Would you like to meet up?

He closed his eyes as he passed out on the bed.

Edgar felt like he was being watched.

As he made his way to the gym for his class today, it was like someone was watching his every move. For every corner he took and every flight of stairs he descended, the eyes were still there, piercing through the back of his neck. He was uncomfortable, but perhaps it was just the guilt from last night's acts that had him feeling this way. He didn't even reply to Fiend's last message. Or, well, he didn't know how to reply. It would be his first time meeting someone he only knew online and he wasn't sure if it was really safe. Not like he cared for his own safety that much, but he didn't want to get kidnapped. His dad was kind of a big deal, after all. It would stain his reputation to have his son go missing.

"Good morning, Edgar."

He ducked his head at the teacher before getting in line with the rest of the class, right behind Bibi. The girl have him a fist bump before putting on her usual smirk.

"Mr. Small Dick is teaching today, too. Didn't know they'd put him in for P.E. as well."

Edgar chuckled, though it was more of a custom than anything.

"Ms. Pam taught this class, too. Makes sense they'd put him in her place."

"You think he's going to put on some cringe ass music for 'inspiration'?"

"Oh, fuck no, I hope not. I hate that kinda music."

"Same." She turned, facing the rest of the line as Fang called for their row to begin jogging.

As they marked their first lap, a weird motivational song about being strong began playing through the speakers. Audible groans could be read in the gym, including Edgar's and Bibi's.

"Come on, come on! Keep going!" Fang chanted, watching the students jog. "Hey, you three in the middle, stop walking. This is P.E., not a walk in the park. Let's go, let's go! Nine more!"

"Ughhh, his voice is too loud." Edgar mumbled, jogging a few steps behind Bibi. The girl nodded, a frustrated sigh leaving her lips.

Each lap made his feet hurt. He was sweating and starting to run out of breath. Even if he kept a consistent pace throughout all ten laps, it was still taxing on his body. Exercise was his least favorite thing, just above motivational music. Once the laps were done, he sat on one of the quartz benches, patting down his calves.

Edgar took the time to bring his breathing back to normal before standing up and walking towards his backpack in one of the many organized cubicles. He pulled it out and looked through it only to realize he forgot to bring his bottle of water.

"Fuck." He cursed under his breath, looking around for Bibi's backpack. The girl had gone to the bathroom, but he was sure he didn't need permission to look through her stuff as they did it all the time. He found it and looked through it only to find that she, too, didn't bring any water. "Are you serious?!" His voice came out louder than he intended.

Fang called him over, and Edgar groaned, walking to his table unamused.

"Is there something wrong? I heard you yelling over there."

"I forgot my fuc- fricking water. Can I go to the cafeteria to get some?"

The teacher seemed pensive as he listened before reaching out across the table and holding out a water bottle for him.

"You can drink from mine, it's fine. I haven't touched it in the entire day."

That might have been a hyperbole, but Edgar was too thirsty to care about where the water came from. So he grabbed it from his hand, their fingers brushing briefly before he took it to his mouth to drink. After a few moments, he returned it, cleaning his mouth with a handkerchief.

Edgar turned around to return to his bench, disregarding the fact that the teacher had drunk water out of the bottle the moment he returned it. "He's thirsty from all that yelling," he thought, minding his own business. Around 5 minutes after he sat down, he watched Bibi reenter the gym while holding a volleyball in her hand. She pointed towards the volleyball court with her head where a few of their classmates gathered, and Edgar puffed up one of his cheeks, ultimately deciding to join her for a quick game.

While he passed the ball for his friend to hit, the eyes had returned. And again, he felt watched. Edgar looked around the gym for anyone who could be staring at him, but everyone seemed to be either on their own side playing or sitting down on benches relaxing. The only person who he met eyes with was the teacher, who reassuringly smiled at him as his perfect coordination with Bibi gave their team a point.

Edgar's cheeks flushed a very light shade of pink—you could dismiss it had you not been looking at him before.

Huh.

The class ended less than an hour later, and he stopped by the door as he saw Fang approach him.

"Hey, great job out there! Your team did really good thanks to you."

Edgar didn't see him congratulate the rest of the team.

"Thanks?" He said, looking away. His eyes widened slightly when he felt Fang's hand on his head, patting it.

"Good boy."

The words resonated in his head, ringing very similarly to the ones he'd read on his direct messages the night before. Subconsciously, he looked down towards the teacher's pants, which were once again tight against his muscles. His eyes lingered on his crotch before he huffed.

Absurd. Fiend and Mr. Small Dick couldn't be the same person.

"You're not my dad." He stepped back from the touch, albeit reluctantly. The praise felt good, but it was also embarrassing to be treated with such childish touches. He was sixteen, not a child.

"Hmm. I just like pointing out good things, you know." Fang glanced around at the empty gym. "I was wondering if you wanted to get ice cream after school? My treat."

"H-huh? Why?"

"Well, because you did so good on your game today." The older replied matter-of-factly. Edgar couldn't understand why his victory on some random game on the gym deserved for a reward like that. He wasn't even part of the volleyball team.

But then again, it was free ice cream.

"Fine." He said, scratching the back of his neck. "But I want my sister to come with me."

Fang's smile faltered for a fraction of a second before he nodded.

"Sounds good. Come to my office with her at the end of the day and I'll treat you two."

Edgar hummed in agreement as he left the gym. He knew that, if he were to accept on a free ice cream offer, Colette would somehow find out and nag at him as to why she wasn't invited as well. 

And so the remaining school day practically flew by. He gathered his things, said goodbye to his friend and went to Colette's classroom to fetch her. When he informed her of the hangout, she beamed with energy as she skipped through the halls to the teacher's office. Edgar followed closely behind, only slightly embarrassed by his step-sister's overly energetic behavior.

The teacher was already ready when they arrived, so they quickly parted the school to a restricted area reserved for staff parking. There sat a black Bugatti Divo with red stripes. Edgar's mouth dropped ever so slightly—while his family had cars even more expensive than that one, it was still a shock to see a simple substitute teacher being able to afford something like that. Besides, this car was unknown to him, and the fact that it belonged to Fang somehow made it look even cooler.

Colette seemed to share this sentiment as she bolted towards the car, her long sleeves patting along its material by the front.

"This is so cool!!" She exclaimed, a wide smile showing her shark teeth. The eldest turned to Edgar with a hint of concern.

"Are her teeth-?"

"Body modification." Edgar shrugged, hovering his hand over the door handle to the back of the car.

"Ah, Edgar, wait. Get on the front seat."

He pressed his lips together forming a thin line, but he didn't fight the teacher's request. After everyone was in the car, Fang revved the engines and drove them to a high class ice cream shop.

"Starr Park Academy students? Welcome!" The worker behind the counter smiled as they entered the place, recognized by their uniforms. Edgar ignored the interaction in favor of approaching the display of rows and rows of ice cream flavors. From organic blackberries all the way to some weird sounding names, the array of choices hitched his breath. As Colette was distracted looking at the different flavors as well, Fang placed his hand on Edgar's lower back, smiling when the boy turned his attention to him.

"Do you know what you want to get?"

"I'm not sure..."

"I always order Autumn Grace." The man pointed at the item on a menu nearby. Different types of crushed nuts, gala apples cut in cubes and honey drizzle on a vanilla bean paste ice cream base. That did sound good.

"Then I want it too." He felt Fang's touch against his back move up and down approvingly.

"Wow, really? You're not ordering something like cookie dough? You're so mature."

Edgar blushed at that, hiding it by lowering his head. Being called mature by an adult felt like a small victory over however many times people complained about him being a brat and a child. See? He only needed someone smart to recognize he was beyond his age, even if it was through something as simple as an ice cream choice.

"I'll get the mint chocolate chip with some sprinkles, please!" Colette chimed in, breaking the atmosphere. He felt Fang's hand quickly withdrawing from where it rested. "And a cookies and cream milkshake."

"Your teeth are gonna rot." Edgar complained at his step-sister's request. Colette replied by sticking out her tongue and laughing. The corner of his lips barely turned upwards in amusement. He then did something that surprised even him.

He looked at Fang for his reaction. Was he going to see him as less just because of Colette's behavior?

"Very well then." Fang replied, looking between the teens before confirming the orders with the worker. Edgar's heart skipped a beat as the man didn't show a hint of embarrassment about the two. Unlike Byron, who was never home but the times he was he seemed to actively avoid Colette, Fang didn't seem to mind her excentric behavior.

It made him feel warm. Like this is what a family is supposed to be like.

Their ice creams came out one by one and they chose to sit at a booth next to a large window. Edgar did, however, ask for his to be served on a cone instead of a cup unlike his other companions. He simply preferred to eat the waffer cone as well, something he was slowly starting to regret as it began dripping on his hand. Something about the high quality of the ice cream also made it so that there were less harmful preservatives and additives, and so, it melted quicker. While the air conditioning of the place helped a little, the warmth of his hand held the opposite effect.

He ate most of what remained on the cone and then the cone itself before moving on to cleaning his hand. Forget any table manners as he trailed his tongue across the melted ice cream, licking it off his palm and part of the back. He looked up to see Fang, who was sitting across from him at the table, leave his own dessert unattended to watch him eat.

Did he really look that bad?

Edgar sat up, ashamed of his behavior, and reached for a napkin on the table. The man was faster, grabbing it before him and taking his wrist with his free hand. He started cleaning Edgar without saying a word. This type of response was to be expected for someone older than him, but for some reason it made his heart beat just a little bit faster. Embarrassment—yes, that was probably the reason. Nevermind the teacher's foot rubbing up against his leg.

"Sorry." He felt the need to apologize, looking down with a small pout.

"No worries. I'm glad you enjoyed this experience all throughout." Fang shook his head with a smile. He glanced at Colette before turning back to him. "You and your sister are very passionate about food."

Due to living with the white-haired girl, his brain tuned out most of the actions she usually did. Now that the teacher had brought attention upon her, though, he noticed that she was eating while making a lot of small noises expressing her joy. He grunted, looking away.

"Whatever..." That earned a small giggle from Fang, who let go of his now clean hand.

"Edgar, you should gain more praise from Mr. Small Dick if it guarantees we'd get more ice cream every time." She nudged her shoulder against him as she turned her head back to the window, focused on whatever squirrel was on some tree.

There was a brief moment of silence before Fang's expression grew stern, falling on Edgar, his voice in a low tone.

"'Mr. Small Dick'?..."

Edgar bit the inside of his cheek as he was essentially caught. When he had gone to get Colette from her class, he did refer to Fang by that derogatory nickname Bibi came up with the day before. He thought it was funny, but he should have predicted that Colette—Ms. 'I Can't Read The Room'—could straight up say it in front of the teacher without a care in the world.

"It's... It's a joke. Because uhm. Well..." He struggled to form a proper sentence while Fang's gaze was so intense it burnt. It was aggravating, but he couldn't blame his sister for it. Not entirely, at least. 

"I see." Was the only reply he got from the man he had put on a pedestal from just knowing him for two days. He was the guy who had recognized something was wrong in his family and wanted to listen to him. He was the guy who noticed he was thirsty, and instead of ignoring him, he offered him his own bottle of water. He was the guy who praised him for playing good on a simple match and offered to buy ice cream for his step-sister (who he didn't see as a burden) and him. Heck, it did feel amazing to finally be seen by someone of authority, and now that bond hung loosely on a thread due to the quotation of a dumb joke his best friend had come up with.

What hurt wasn't the look of disappointment in Fang's face—it was the fact that there wasn't a disappointed look to begin with. He could not read his expression in the slightest, and that made him feel exhasperated. Anxiety coursed through each of his veins as he ducked his head low, tears threatening to glisten his eyes.

He wanted to vomit.

Edgar tugged on Colette's skirt twice, and the girl recognized the signal as a "get me out here."

"Well, we're leaving now! Thank you so much for the ice cream!" She smiled as she grabbed Edgar's hand, pulling him away. They called for the limousine to come pick them up, and it arrived soon after. She didn't press him for answers as she gently rubbed circles on the back of his hand, grounding him.

"You called him that dumbass shit to his face? Really?"

"I'm sorry!" Colette whined. "I didn't know he didn't know."

"Ugh. Whatever."

Edgar sighed and closed his eyes and let himself drift to sleep against the seat of the car.

He woke up on his bed. The sky was red as the sun dipped below the horizon. He looked at his phone, remembering he was yet to reply to Fiend's message. He scrambled to type something quick before heading to his personal bathroom and taking a shower.

sure

When he returned, there were two new messages on his screen.

Tomorrow at 3 P.M.?

We can meet up at this address: XXXX X XX XXXXXX.

That would be right after he got out of school, and it could be a perfect escape after having to deal with the shame of being in the same classroom as the teacher he indirectly humilliated. He was sure Colette would be busy with extracurriculars, so he wouldn't have to bring her along. It was the perfect opportunity.

i'll be there

Edgar went down to the kitchen just as the cooks had finished plating everything for dinner. As he sat down, the servants placed the dishes in front of him along with a pair of silverware. He mindlessly started eating, only to realize he'd been starving. When was the last time he ate a proper meal? Yes, they had chefs that would cook for them three times a day, but it was a different topic whether Edgar chose to eat those foods or not. Maybe that was the reason he was so skinny.

As he chewed, he wondered if Fiend would like that.

The house was big. Smaller than theirs, but big regardless. His finger pressed against the doorbell as he stepped back, nervously fidgeting with his fingers. He lied to the servant that was his designated driver by telling him to not pick him up from school since he had "club matters to attend to." He wasn't even in a club. It still was more enticing to deal with the consequences of his actions after having a little fun.

In truth, Edgar wasn't sure as to what they would even do. He'd blindly agreed to meet up with a stranger without a proper plan or ideas. But he trusted the other would come up with something for them to do. Maybe playing some board games, or watching a movie. That's what he did when he visited Bibi, anyway, so he didn't think this hangout would be that different. Even with their dirty talk, he still thought this would be for them to get to know each other. What kind of person would choose to fuck right upon meeting someone for the first time, anyway?

The door opened inwards. The lights inside the house were significantly dimmed, making it so that he couldn't make out the figure that stood inside. Fiend extended his hand and Edgar took it, heading in with him. The guy guided him towards what apparently was his bedroom, furnished in a minimalistic way aside from the worn out posters adorning the wall right above the bed frame. Something he could barely make out as all the lights were off, but he had similar items in his own room so the pattern was easy to recognize. He sat on the bed and felt it dip next to him as the man sat by his side.

"Nice to meet you, Fiend."

"Edgar."

Fiend whispered his name with a deep voice. Edgar felt a pair of hands hold his waist tightly as he was brought over to sit on the man's lap. He swallowed, placing his hands on his shoulders for additional support.

"Can I at least see your face?"

"As you wish."

Fiend moved one of his hands over to press a button next to the bed frame. A soft, warm light flooded the room soon after. It too, was dim, but at least now he could actually see instead of trying to guess what each silhouette was.

And he saw that the man below him was not some random stranger, but his goddamn substitute teacher.

Edgar loudly gasped, attempting to pull away. The grip on his waist was stronger, though, bringing him closer so he sat less on his lap and more on his crotch, and moving him slowly back and forth so their intimacies rubbed against each other. He wanted to get out of there, but the hot feeling down there felt drunkenly good. A buzzing feeling set on his chest as his lips trembled.

"So, 'Mr. Small Dick', you said? I thought you already knew that wasn't true, Ed."

"S-stop..." His voice came out cracked, almost inaudible. 

"To be honest, I was surprised when you followed me back."

"How was I supposed to know it was you?!" Now he was getting louder.

"That's the thing, you weren't supposed to know. I wanted to question you about your scars, but before I knew it, I was already hard while looking at your picture. And then seeing the others that you sent me... Come on, weren't you begging for this?" Fang emphasized the last word by bucking his hips forward as he brought Edgar against his growing erection.

"T-teacher..."

"Oh, so now I'm your teacher? You're killing me, Ed." Fang moved one of his hands from Edgar's waist down to his ass, sliding it under the garments and gripping one of his cheeks. "I could get you expelled for agreeing to something like this. Who do you think they'd believe, the teacher with a clean record and excellent reputation, or the troublemaker teen with multiple suspensions? It speaks for itself. But you don't want that, do you?"

Edgar shook his head desperately.

"Just what I thought. It's okay, darling. I won't report you for this. On the contrary..." The hand that was on his waist moved up below his shirt, his thumb grazing over his right nipple. "I'd like for us to reach an agreement."

He breathed in, trying to gain back his composure, but the teacher's touches were making him fall apart.

"What... kind of agreement?... Mgh!" Edgar whimpered as Fang started rubbing circles over his nipple while also feeling his other hand trail down until his fingertips teased his dripping entrance.

"Aren't you sweet? So wet for me already." Fang placed a kiss on Edgar's neck, nibbling on the sensitive skin and gaining more of those delightful noises from the boy before pulling away. "Think of it a fair trade, even. I won't report any of your misdemeanors in exchange for you handing over your body to me when I ask to."

"Huh?! I-"

"I thought you didn't want to be expelled?" The adult said slowly, continuing to kiss and mark the boy's neck. The hickeys wouldn't last, though.

"I don't want to. I just... Mr. Fang, this is too much."

What was this act he was putting up? Edgar's behavior was extremely out of character. For someone who was smug and snarky all the time, it felt conflicting to suddenly be acting so-

Submissive.

"Alright, then. You're free to go." The hands, which previously brought him pleasure, were harshly pulled away. Fang stood up, forcing Edgar down as the younger stumbled back nearly falling onto the floor. Confused, he looked at the taller. "Didn't you say this was too much? I understand. I won't force you or anything."

Wait, what? No- this is not what Edgar wanted. He didn't wish to be expelled, but it was confusing having to 'hand over' his body to a teacher! It's not like he didn't like him, but rather he was overwhelmed by the revelation of Fiend's identity. Too many things happened in too short a period of time, and Edgar's heart ached as he felt abandoned. Thrown away like a piece of trash to be discarded in the same way his father had made him feel countless times.

He didn't want that.

Edgar rushed to hug Fang, hiding his face against the older man's muscular chest. His hands were clamped tightly against the back of his shirt and he shuddered nervously.

"I'll do it." It came out so low he was surprised to even hear it himself. But Fang seemed to have heard it, too. "But answer me some things first...!"

Fang's hands were back on his body, caressing his back softly. Yes. More touches.

"What is it?" He planted a soft kiss on top of the boy's head. Edgar slowly looked up at him.

"One, how did you know it was me?"

"Very simple. I saw your little friend, what's her name, Bibi? Giving an older kid some paper after he gave her a packet of cigarettes and a bag with some sort of drinks. By the size and color of them I deducted they were energy drinks, even if the title was being covered by the bag's reflection. Then, I saw her from far away walk to the greenery where I assume you were already waiting for her."

Every word rang every bell. He continued,

"I got online later that day and I just so happened to come across your newest picture, with the cans and the cigarette butt."

"That could have been Bibi-"

"I thought so, too, but then I looked at your other pictures and noticed that your hands were showing in many of them, with something that Bibi does not possess." He stepped back, grabbing one of Edgar's hands and bringing it to his eye level for the young one to see. "Black nail polish. I concluded it was you, and decided to follow you."

Edgar cursed under his breath. He was the only guy in his class that wore nail polish, and Bibi was known to only have him as a friend. So the teacher's conclusion was on point.

"But why?"

"Because I like you."

Edgar's knees buckled.

"Uhm... And two, don't you have a wife or kids? This house is too big for one person."

"I am engaged to someone, yes. Yet I've never felt with her what I feel with you." Fang took Edgar's face in his hands as he planted a kiss on the tip of his nose. "You showed me what love was really like."

"I-... I did?..."

"Indeed, you did. Didn't you believe me when I said you were special?"

There's that word again. Special. To be prioritized in this way, even over someone's fiancée, filled his chest with a deep sense of pride. He knew he was worth a lot, he just didn't have anyone tell him that directly! This is what he needed.

"I believe you. Mr. Fang, you too have made me feel new things. I can't explain it, but... It's like... You're what I was looking for. Like my..."

Dad, older brother, figure of authority to look up to.

"True love?"

Or that could work, too. Edgar nodded weakly, repeating the words as if not saying them could make the feeling vanish away. His heart fluttered.

"True love."

Fang smiled with an emotion he couldn't describe. Before Edgar could even notice, he was back on the bed. This time, laying on his back while Fang towered over him.

"Glad you feel the same. It doesn't have to be 'wrong' if we both like each other, right?" He kissed the young one's cheek, whispering in his ear. "But other people aren't as smart as you, my little prodigy. So they won't understand this. That's why you can't tell them about our relationship, yeah?"

Prodigy...

"Not even to Colette?"

"Not even to Colette. It will be our secret." Fang continued to kiss him all over his face, avoiding his lips. Edgar whimpered softly, a tingling feeling taking over his body. Everywhere the older touched burnt way too good.

"...Okay."

"Good boy."

Fang moved away in order to appreciate the smaller one's body after removing his shirt. A cute set of pink nipples adorning his small, scarred chest. He leaned down to place kisses all over his chest, making sure to lap his tongue flat against the small mount and suck it into his mouth. Edgar moaned, arching his back slightly. He felt Edgar's hand on his hair pressing him further down, motivating him to continue giving him this type of attention before moving on to the unattended nipple. Fang's thumbs traced a line over the scars below the boy's chest. Although they were mostly healed, he felt compelled to reassure him of them by applying small pressure side to side. Edgar whined approvingly.

He was about to ask the teacher for more before he felt his phone vibrating in his pocket. Taking it out, there was a new message on his lock screen coming from Colette, saying "Where are you?"

The clock hit 4:09 P.M. How did the time go by so fast? He reacted to her message with a thumbs down emoji before putting his phone on Do Not Disturb and placing it on the night stand next to the bed.

"Who was it?"

"My step-sis. She wanted to know where I was."

"Did you tell her?" Edgar shook his head. 

"I didn't want to disappoint you again by breaking the promise this fast."

Fang freezed before pushing away a little, enough to look Edgar in the eyes.

"'Disappoint me again'?"

"Yeah. You were probably disappointed because of what happened in the ice cream shop yesterday, were you not?"

"Not at all. Why would I be disappointed in you, sweetheart?" Strangely enough, the nicknames didn't make him feel infantilized. "I was just curious about where that nickname came from, that's all."

Edgar blushed deeply, feeling warmth in his chest again. He wasn't a disappointment. He was loved. And right now, Fang was showing him just how much he was worth, to be risking his engagement just for him.

"Keep going.."

The adult agreed, trailing his kisses down Ed's abdomen until reaching the rim of his pants. He watched as he pulled them down along with his underwear, and now his entire body was exposed before the teacher. And yet, he didn't feel embarrassed. He widened his legs as Fang settled in between them. Fang's hands gripped his inner thighs, taking in generous amounts of the soft muscle between his fingers.

"Like what you see?" He felt compelled to ask, licking his lower lip as he was practically being devoured by Fang's gaze.

"I love it." The man's right hand moved to his pussy, his thumb circling slowly against his clit. Edgar whined, arching his back further.

"Y-you... mhg... you can be rough with me. Can take it." His lidded eyes met a tiger's gaze, as the older's eyes were darkened with deep, unrestricted lust. Then the movement against his clit grew faster and harsher, making Edgar's legs tremble as he buckled his hips against the movement. Raw, high-pitched moans left his throat as he was being toyed with.

"Let me show you what having more experience can do." Fang said in a deep voice, edging with something dangerous. He stuck two long digits inside of the boy at once without much trouble. They slid in and out smoothly thanks to the fountain of slick that were his insides. His thumb kept grazing as his fingers pulled in and out fast-paced, and Edgar swore he could see the stars.

He was getting close to the edge, clumsily gripping the sheets and biting his lip as tears flooded his eyes. The pressure building up on his clit was nearly unbearable as he was about to get his desired release—

Before Fang stopped abruptly, pulling out his fingers and ceasing all movements. Edgar pouted, looking at him with a frown. Fang chuckled.

"Sorry, sorry. I just want you to come from my dick instead of just my fingers. Promise it will feel way better."

Edgar clenched around the empty air, clearly interested. He'd only seen the older's intimacy covered in a picture, so he wondered what it would be like to have the real thing in front of him. Soon enough, this was answered, as Fang pulled his pants down enough to free his cock and balls. Edgar swallowed as he took in just how big it was. The picture didn't do him justice in the slightest. It was thick and long, with multiple veins wrapping around it. It darkened the closer it was to the flushed tip, which was leaking with precum. A good eight inches, he'd guess.

Fang stroked it lazily before lining his dick against the entrance of Edgar's small pussy, making his breath hitch.

"Just relax for me." He commanded. Ed tried to calm the thrill that threatened to make him squirm, but it was hard to do so when presented with something of that size wanting to breach inside of him. He breathed in and out slowly, trying to think of something else.

That new videogame that came out last week. Yesterday's dinner. The untouched piano in his room.

Each and every thought was overpowered by the feeling of Fang's manhood sliding inside of him slowly. Edgar gasped as it fit to the hilt, sheathing him inside perfectly. It really was hard to think of something else.

"Good boy, Ed. I remember saying I wanted to leave marks on your body, didn't I?" He took a cutter out of his pocket. Edgar's eyes glazed. "I'm a man of my word."

Fang pushed one of the blades out and pressed it lightly against one of the boy's thighs. He applied more pressure as he carved into his skin, causing Edgar to clench tightly around his length. He kept going until he was satisfied with his work, which was leaking blood in steady drops. The cutter was discarded somewhere on the bed as his fingers collected the blood on his thigh, taking them to Edgar's mouth like an offering. The boy took them willingly, sucking and licking them clean while making sure not to swallow. Then, he stuck out his tongue for Fang to lean down and press their tongues together in a passionate, messy kiss, the lingering taste of iron making it hotter than it should be.

That's when the eldest began moving, sliding out his dick to the tip before ramming it in all at once. Edgar felt the air leave his body for every new thrust that reached the deepest parts inside of him. He broke the kiss first, wrapping his arms around Fang's back and bringing him close, clawing at whatever expanse of skin his nails could cover while feeling lightheaded.

"M-more... oh! more..." Edgar moaned between short breaths, throwing his head back. Fang grabbed his waist to keep him in place as his pace grew faster and more desperate, searching for his own pleasure. He stopped going out all the way in favor of rutting against him in quick motion. The boy's eyes rolled to the back of his head as he closed them, the wet noises of their bodies against each other filling the room too loudly to ignore.

"Say my name, Ed." The teacher's own voice was raspy and breathless. He bit down on the space between his neck and shoulder, his fangs pressing hard enough to draw blood, which he licked. Edgar loved how brute he was being.

"F-Fang... Fang! Ah! Fang...!" His voice was cracking with every loud moan, drool likely trailing down from his mouth to his chin from how much his mouth was open. "Ahhh! Ah! Ngh... right there! Fuck..."

"Want me to breed you full? Fuck you pregnant?" Fang teased, testing the limits of Edgar's devotion.

"Yes... please... give me your b-babies. Aaah!"

Edgar let out a particularly long, high-pitched moan as he reached his orgasm. The other didn't fall far behind as it only took a few more thrusts before he buried himself deep within the boy, filling him with his seed. He squirmed at the hot feeling gushing inside, gripping the man's shoulders tightly before his strength gave out and he splayed weakly on the bed, breathing heavily.

Fang briefly deposited a kiss on lips lovingly, his eyes showing only a deep care for the young. He then wrapped his arms around Edgar, turning them over so they laid on their sides on the bed, without pulling out. Edgar moved closer, hiding his face in the man's chest with a content sigh as he drifted off to sleep. Fang caressed his hair softly while he, too, closed his eyes.

Edgar woke up the next day to multiple missed calls from his step-sister. He glanced around the room only to realize that Fang was nowhere to be seen. Sighing, he unlocked his phone to call back Colette, before his eyes widened at one of the numbers that called him.

• Dad (1 missed call).

He quickly called the number back, crossing his fingers for him to pick up. The phone ringed thrice before a voice picked up on the other hand, sounding tired.

"Son? Where are you? Colette has been blowing up my phone since yesterday. She said you disappeared after school ended."

His heart was squeezed and pulled down to his gut.

"I went home with a teacher to help him make the tests we are having next week." He lied swiftly. "Since I'm one of the top students and all."

Byron remained silent for a couple seconds before some papers scrambling were heard.

"I understand. Just make sure she knows where you're going before you leave next time."

"Yes, father."

Edgar gripped the blanket over his legs, not wanting the call to end yet. So he spit out the first thing that came to mind.

"Can you come home today for dinner?"

Silence again. There was always at least a five second pause before his father spoke a sentence to him, the few and far between times where they did talk.

"I'm busy."

The call ended right after. Edgar's shaky hands held the phone over his lap, his lips trembling. Why was it so hard for them to spend time together? Yes, Byron was the CEO of a very wealthy agency, but he was sure he could at least put aside some time to spend with his kids? He sighed, stepping out of bed.

He looked down to see he had been cleaned and dressed, wearing his own underwear and a white shirt with a popcorn bucket print that was at least three sizes bigger than his. Edgar sniffed it, noticing it smelled like Fang. It brought him small comfort as he walked out of the room, calling for the eldest.

"Fang?"

"Over here." A voice replied from a room somewhere down the hall. Edgar followed it, not before looking at all of the family pictures that decorated the walls. He kept walking until he stopped in front of one of them, which caught his attention.

It showed Fang kneeling down on one knee in front of a tan-skinned woman who was covering her mouth with her hands. He was holding out a small box with a ring. This must be his fiancée, eh? She looked nice.

Edgar felt a hint of regret threaten to invade his mind before he pushed it aside, entering the room where Fang was. It was a large living room with a 64" inch TV, a big couch in the shape of a bracket, some expensive-looking rug and a polished dark oak wooden table. On top of the latter was a bowl of colorful cereal, and next to it was a glass of milk. Edgar sat down at the couch next to Fang. Despite this not being his home, it felt domestic somehow.

"Good morning." The man said with a smile, wrapping his arm around the smaller's waist. "How are you feeling?"

"Sore." He admitted, grabbing a spoonful of cereal and taking it to his mouth. The sugary crunch tasted good. He glanced down at his shirt, which had ridden up enough to show his thighs, and he noticed the carving the man had done the previous night. It spelled Fang's name. Edgar blushed. "You weren't shy of following up with your words."

"Hahah! I just don't get why someone would say a bunch of stuff to another person and then get shy when the moment came to actually do those things. I find it immature." Fang kissed the side of his neck sweetly. 

"Colette called me, many times."

"Ah, she must be worried that I stole her little brother." He ruffled Edgar's hair playfully. The teen groaned, though unserious.

"Basically. Are you going to take me home?"

Today, it was saturday. There was no need to rush him home because he would be late to school, but it also wouldn't be proper to keep him around for much longer.

"Finish your breakfast first."

The boy did as told, eating the rest of the cereal and chugging down the glass of milk. Fang's hand on his waist played with the fabric of the shirt.

"Hey, Edgar?"

"Hm?" he averted his gaze to look at the blue-haired male.

"What am I to you? As in, do you still see me as your teacher?"

"Mmm... It's complicated. I'm still supposed to call you Mr. Fang when we're in school, but... Right now, you're just Fang to me." Edgar pressed his lips together in a thin line.

"Good. While we're outside of school, I'd like for you to treat me as an equal." He grabbed the teen's hand, placing a kiss on the back of it without breaking eye contact. "That's what boyfriends do."

Boyfriends. Yeah, he liked the sound of that.

"Does that mean I can do whatever I want at school and not get in trouble?"

"I'd still have to scold you, but I won't report any of your little 'incidents' with inappropriate items within school grounds. Your friends won't be so lucky, though. This is between you and me."

Edgar nodded.

"Speaking of which, would you like to smoke?" Fang offered, opening a small compartment under the table and taking out a packet of cigarettes and a lighter. He offered one to Edgar and lit it. The boy took it with a smug smirk.

"I like this sort of privilege. You're cooler than my dad." He took a drag before puffing out a small cloud, already feeling his body relax and forget about the rest of the world.

"Only for you." Fang insisted with a smile, litting his own cigarette and smoking alongside the teen.

Colette received him with a bear hug the moment he stepped out of the car. He patted her back while sighing.

"Byron told me you were helping with some tests? Why didn't you just say that?! I was worried sick!" Her grip tightened and Edgar felt some air leave his lungs.

"I was busy with the tests so I didn't have time to answer your calls, sorry. I had to make sure they were at the right level." He looked behind over his shoulder to see Fang leaning against the car with a smile. "Mr. Fang was kind enough to correct some mistakes I made."

"Thank you so much, sir! It makes me really happy to hear that little Ed finally gets along with someone other than Bibi and me!" She released him and went over to Fang to hug him too, albeit for a shorter amount of time.

Fang chuckled as he patted her head briefly and nodded to the two.

"It's nothing, really. Well, I really have to get back to finish up on some assignments. I'll be seeing you two on monday." He waved them goodbye before getting into his car and driving away.

Colette turned to Edgar and looked him up and down. He now had the pants and shoes he left school with, but his shirt was still Fang's. In his hand there was a small bag with the rest of his uniform.

"That's a new t-shirt."

"Spilled some coffee on my uniform, lol. Had to get it cleaned."

"Pffft, you're so clumsy!" She smiled at him before they walked into their mansion, Colette rambling about some random minor interactions she had while at her extracurriculars the day before.

"I regret to inform you that I have been fired." A few gasps were heard in the room. "The situation escalated beyond my control and the committee decided that the best course of action was to let me go. Mr. Fang will be taking over my teaching duties for the remaining of the school year."

"Thank you, Ms. Pam." Fang bowed before the woman as she said her goodbyes to the teenagers before leaving the room with a box in her hands. "As you just heard, I will be your teacher for the rest of the year. Let's make this last semester truly wonderful, together."

Edgar tuned out the rest of his speech as he bit his lower lip. Having him as an official teacher meant that they could spend way more time together, and maybe he could slip into his office for them to hangout after school once in a while.

The class ran smoothly until the bell rang. He was talking to Bibi about her coming over to his house to play that new videogame he just bought as he packed his things, when their conversation was interrupted by a deeper voice.

"Edgar, could you stay for a little? I need to talk to you."

"Yeah." He turned back to Bibi. "Sorry, I think Colette has study hall right now? You can go hangout with her while I talk with Mr. Fang. The three of us can go home after."

"Sounds good." She agreed, giving him a fist bump before leaving the room.

Only the two of them were left. Fang put the lock on the door before dragging Edgar over to his desk, making him sit on it. He placed his hands to each side of the boy's thighs and leaned in, kissing him.

Edgar kissed him back, wrapping his arms around the teacher's neck and pulling him closer. They gasped for air as the kiss broke, a small trail of saliva bridging their lips.

"Someone could hear us, Fang."

"Then better keep quiet, mhm?" He tongued at his neck and starting undoing his belt, sneaking his hand under the teen's pants and rubbing back and forth against his cunt.

Edgar suppressed a moan by biting his lip, his hands holding Fang's sculpted biceps.

"You're too cute, clinging to me like that. Wish I could make a mess out of you right now, but I don't want to get your uniform dirty." He toyed with Edgar's tie with his free hand, tightening it just enough to choke him a little. Fang removed his former hand and took out his cock, already hard from the situation, sliding Edgar's panties to the side to rub his dick against the wetness of his entrance. "Is it okay if I just put it in?"

"Yes. Do it fast, I don't want to seem suspicious." The boy whispered.

Fang slid his length in until half of it was inside, easing the rest in as he quickly but gently thrusted in and out of his hole. Edgar let his head fall back with a low whimper, in love with the idea of Fang not being able to wait until after school to have his body.

He sped up, making sure to give Edgar's clit some attention to help the boy reach his release, too. Perhaps it was the public location or maybe just their eye-fucking the entire class, but they were already on edge by the time they started having sex. It didn't take long before both of them orgasmed, breathing jagged as their mouths once again joined in a hot kiss.

Fang concluded the interaction by giving Edgar one last kiss on the cheek before letting him fix his clothes and stand up.

"I love you." The man said, giving him a reassuring smile.

Edgar stopped halfway to the door, looking at him over his shoulder before turning his head away shyly with a faint blush.

"Me too." He said quickly before rushing out of the room, his heart beating as fast as a bullet train.

Perhaps going to school from now on wouldn't be that bad.