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Heat and sweat fogged a black Mercedes windows in an otherwise vacant parking lot behind the college track field, unoccupied as it was hours after the final practice. From inside, a couple of bodies could dimly be seen jostling around, causing the sleek obsidian car to shake.
“Fuck yeah,” Raven panted, gripping the headrest to the backseat hard enough to leave marks. It was hotter than their usual trysts- literally. Damian was holding onto her ass keeping them close together as she rode him in the back of his car, his hot breath on her neck, and she’d left her college hoodie on so that she was only naked from the waist below. Having a quickie out in public again, Raven wasn’t all too eager to strip all the way down in case anyone walked up.
Wet smacks were prominent as she went up and down. It felt so fucking good.
Pressing his hot, damp cheek on hers, Damian growled in Raven’s ear, who swooned, and picked up vigor, thrusting upwards to meet her drops. Moaning loudly, Raven stopped moving her hips, recognizing the energy, letting Damian fuck her. He lifted her ass and adjusted for a better angle, more underneath her than sitting. Raven’s grip went from the headrest to one on his shoulder, another one on his neck. Turning her head so that her lips were right next to his ear, she whispered to him.
“I’m close, too. Wait for- fuck yeah, just like that.”
Damian himself was beyond words. Gritting his teeth, seething and face grower further red, a gasp erupted from his lips. Raven pulled him, wanting him closer, enjoying his mouth now on her neck, teeth grazing her skin, as the swirling in her area burst like fireworks.
For a moment there was only silence beside their heavy breathing. The car was so fogged up they couldn’t see outside now. His hands were still on her now damp butt.
Raven kissed his cheek.
“You’re getting better,” she teased him.
Damian breathed a laugh, lightly smacking her rear with a delicious uptick in the corner of his mouth. “I gathered, judging by your expressions.”
Raven snorted, rolling off of him. Her thighs felt numb. She reached for her underwear and leggings, which were discarded on the floor carelessly from the hurry they were in. As she stepped into her panties and lifted her hips up to pull them on, she noticed Damian’s eyes flicker, watching discreetly. She smirked. Before he gradually began to pull his pants back on as well, her eyes traveled, too. He was still halfway hard, and quite wet. Glistening.
Tempting. But there were things called responsibilities.
She waited until her leggings were all the way up to ask so that it didn’t seem like she was in a hurry to get away from his presence. She wasn’t, but their escapade had lasted over half an hour and she still had things to do before she could sleep and it had been dark for nearly two hours already.
Raven wiped the remaining sweat from her brow, glancing at him sideways. Per some magical method, Damian appeared as nattily as he was before they engaged in carnal activity, the only giveaway being that his forehead was slightly damp, too. He smirked back in an amused way, causing Raven to wonder what she looked like in a mirror.
But then again she sometimes thought she would never understand what was going on behind those eyes. Damian was a candid personality wrapped around an enigmatic soul.
“Shall I take you home?” he asked. Raven tried fixing her hair. “I imagine since I picked you up from an ice cream parlor, you haven’t even started your essays yet.”
Raven scowled. He was right, but she wasn’t going to admit that. Naturally, he grinned, getting the right conclusion. They left the backseat of his car and got in the front. Damian touched some buttons that helped de-fog his vehicle- Raven didn’t speak car.
Small talk about classes filled their time on the way back to Raven’s dorm: Damian was taking an advanced business class covering entrepreneurship essentials, disruptive strategies, and negotiating masteries, none of which was really Raven’s cup of tea.
“Sounds like you’re getting along better with it,” Raven said.
“They’re all lessons my father has pretty much covered with me before, so it seems ordinary,” Damian said, watching the road. He squeezed the steering wheel, his eyes tightening fractionally, as he, almost grudgingly, told her, “He was probably right in telling me I’d learn more by jumping straight to Wayne Enterprises after high school.”
Raven smiled at that, though she didn’t know why. Guess it was nice to see behind the face, which she’d been getting more and more of since they started their licentious rendezvous.
Two months ago, right after the start of the semester in early September kicking off their sophomore years in college, Raven met Damian, who was the friend of the friend of one of her friends. Raven’s roommate, Donna, knew Jon because her older sister dated his dad a while back, making them something socially like cousins, and looked him up when she’d found out he was going to be attending Cobblepot Grand University in upper Gotham.
Jon Kent came to a CGU Bats volleyball game, in which Donna partook in, dragging Damian Wayne with him. It was a good time, elated by Donna’s team winning, and they made further plans.
Raven blushed embarrassingly, recalling it. She met Damian that Friday night. The followingnext Saturday evening, before their group had dinner upon making further plans, they fucked in Raven’s dorm, when Donna had been taking a while to get ready and he was picking them up for a free lift.
It kept occurring since then, during numerous irregular free periods they had.
Something their friends incidentally noticed, but discreet-fully and tactfully pretended to be unaware of to avoid questions.
They pulled up to Raven’s dorm. Raven felt as if she wanted to voice something before leaving, though she wasn’t entirely sure what. Damian was watching her with some bemusement after a couple of moments.
“Shouldn’t you say ‘thanks for the ride’?” he asked, smirking.
Raven’s lips twitched. “Shouldn’t you?”
Damian laughed.
Like most fuck buddies, they teased each other.
Unlike most fuck buddies, however, they impulsively kissed before she left, sharing a parting smile before she shut the passenger door behind her.
Donna was still awake when Raven entered the apartment in their shared living space, sitting on the floor next to the couch with a textbook propped open on the coffee table, a sports game on their small TV muted.
“There you are,” she said, looking up. “I was beginning to won-“ she caught good sight of Raven, the disheveled hair, a bead of sweat falling down the side of her face, and switched up immediately. “Oh- uh- uhm, how was theee ice cream shop? Did you… did you get a lot of eating in?”
Raven tried smiling back, but it was more like a grimace. It was all but vocalized.
~
Raven’s major at CGU was the history of France. Her mother, long ago, escaped these lands to an infinitesimal, peaceful village in the small region known as Azarath south of the French Rivera.
Her mother hadn’t survived past Raven’s early childhood due to a fire that took the entire region of Azarath. Not many escaped, but Arella Roth’s final act was ensuring that Raven had. Now her deepest desire was to learn as much as she could about the people and land that hadn’t deserved to suffer.
The singular vibrating of her phone buzzing once could be heard from her book bag. She knew who it was, but this was the one time of day she wouldn’t be distracted by a tryst. She kept her eyes up on the professor.
Rorek was by far the youngest professor at CGU (the youngest Raven had ever heard of, really), appearing to be no more than his mid-to-late twenties. Many of the girls in class adored the way he poetically preached about the love, passion, and humanity of France with smitten eyes.
Raven herself thought he insincerely overdid it for dramatic effects but could see the allure, she supposed. With flowing pearly white hair, crystalline pale blue eyes like ice, there was definitely a beauty about the man.
“…for they, too, knew war was a damning beast,” Rorek spoke fondly of a neighboring region to Azarath itself, a hand over his aching, touched heart. His eyes closed lovingly. “For why wave the red flag at the bull, incensing it, when the beast, who need not be an enemy, can be left to wonder the fields so…”
His eyes popped open. “But that is all the time we have for today,” he said, corresponding with the chiming bell. “You are dismissed!”
There was a great rush of clattering noise as everyone made to stand up at once, collecting their things. It was lunchtime for most. Raven checked over her notes before leaving, causing her to be one the last ones out of the door, pausing in surprise when she heard her name singled out softly.
“Raven, a moment?”
Raven turned towards Professor Rorek, who was leaning against his desk, smiling gently. His taut, black shirt was unbuttoned far enough to reveal chest below the silver scarf wrapped around his neck. She noticed for the first time that he wore thick eye-liner.
“Yes?”
His smile was held in place. “I wanted to voice how impressed I was with your essay regarding the signing of the Treaty of Verdun… so little students your age are enlightened about the past of other cultures beyond what parts amalgamated with their own.”
Exactly the sort of praise Raven would have wanted, in nearly the exact same dreamed scenario- a professor noting she was a cut above the rest. But there was something about the calculation of Professor Rorek’s smile that sent a curious chill down Raven’s spine. She resisted the urge to sidle backward a step.
Instead, doing her best to beam back thankfully, she said, “Well… that’s why we go to university and study, right?”
Professor Rorek gave a twinkling, amused laugh. His eyes were shining, like sunlight against shallow water.
“Indeed, but it was a treat seeing how knowledgeable you already are,” he said mirthfully. “You give me hope, Raven. You’re a special lady…” He stood off his desk, still watching her. “A very special lady… you may go.”
Brain a little frazzled, Raven nodded and left. She was far down the hallway when she remembered her phone went off right before class closed out. Reaching into her book bag, she brought it out.
Thirty minutes?
Raven swallowed, France fading from her thoughts. She replied.
Make it ten.
~
Damian was vigorous.
His apartment was clear for the afternoon, Jon participating in extracurricular activities. They were an hour in, easily.
Raven was on his bed, hips tilting upwards lifting her legs, which were on Damian’s shoulders, who was standing, thrusting hard, controlling the fast tempo.
Raven’s hand trailed her own body, cupping herself, deeply yearning to touch him. It was granted when he pushed her legs further apart and leaned over her, pressing their bodies together. Raven flexed her hips upward, taking some command over their movements, with her legs curling around his waist, her hands practically clawing his muscular back. They were in a long, heated kiss and his depth was finishing her.
He groaned something unintelligible against her lips. Her hands snapped to his butt. Excitement made him go the distance, bucking harder and faster, jostling her around at the angle she loved, even finishing after her.
Though it was their second time exploding this session.
Heaving, Damian fell directly to her side, catching his breath. Raven instinctively curled halfway around him, kissing his shoulder. Warm breath trickled the side of her face and the back of her neck, Raven lifted her gaze to see Damian’s chin angled down towards her. Pushing herself up to meet him face-to-face, their lips met softly before breaking off again so Raven could lay back down.
Fucked, satisfied, and sleepy, Raven was quite pleasantly content with snoozing right there until it was time to get up and do homework.
Then, as if the only awake part of her brain was nudging her to the realization, Raven blinked rapidly to arouse herself: she was not Damian’s loving girlfriend, and afternoon naps were actions of fuck buddies.
As she pushed herself off the bed, Damian lifted his head curiously. Raven noticed his arm had stopped rotating across the pillows- had he been about to wrap it around her?
She met his emerald gaze, which held only a mild shade of surprise. His face was otherwise commendably composed, as always. “I’d better get back to the dorm. I told Donna I’d help her out with studying.”
Quickly looking the other way, rubbing an eye, Damian nodded. Raven felt as if she’d just missed some form of discreetly displayed emotion.
“I’ll give you a ride,” Damian said, sitting up.
“You don’t need to-“ Raven tried saying, but Damian was already standing, naked and tall, so instead she thickly swallowed her words, eyeing his butt.
“Because you have a car or suddenly feel like walking halfway across town?” Damian noted annoyingly. “Come on, if we leave now, you can probably get there before Donna’s last class lets out.”
In the middle of a stretch, Raven began saying something but froze entirely in suspicion. Instead, she asked, frowning, “Uhh, how do you know Donna’s schedule?”
Damian sighed tiredly. “Because Jonathon is getting more and more obsessed and has no one else to rant his feelings to, unfortunately… Let’s go.”
~
After the careless declaration of Jonathon secretly yearning for Donna in that way, Damian and Raven dressed, eyes occasionally flickering to one another, and clambered in Damian’s ride again, quickly taking off down the road.
“Will you be at Donna’s game Friday then?” Raven asked while attempting to flatten her frizzing, bed-head state of hair.
“Undoubtedly,” Damian said not taking his sharp green eyes off the road. “Jon is too nervous to be alone with her anymore. He’s afraid he’ll do something silly.”
Raven gave Damian a look that was half-worrying, half-amused. “Would he?”
“Undoubtedly.”
They drove in silence for the most part. Raven’s legs still felt numb and she wished she had started carrying underarm deodorant around with her in her school bag. She glanced sideways at Damian through her lashes and found his face unusually serene, thoughtful.
Fifteen minutes later, they pulled up outside of the dorm building. The area was deserted. Raven looked around curiously.
“They’d all be at the rally, I assume,” Damian answered her thoughts, “CGU has a big football match against our rivals, Metropolis State, remember? The rally was today at one o’clock.”
Locking eyes with him, Raven nodded. “Right.”
Somebody must have let out some sort of electric pulse because it was as if the air was suddenly charged. Both of them held that nice long, warm look. Raven fiddled with her bag, wanting.
Damian made the first move. His hand found the back of her head, pulling her in, and Raven little needed its guidance. Their lips crashed together again, energy renewed.
Raven admittedly felt his body as much as she could, her hand going up and under his shirt, rubbing the toned, defined muscles. Damian’s tongue found its way in her mouth, swiveling around expertly with hers.
A hand rubbed her breast in a circular motion then traveled down- it traversed over her stomach- fiddled for a second at the waistline- Raven moaned when it grazed over the wet fabric of her leggings between her thighs.
She broke apart their kiss fractionally, keeping their lips mere inches apart. Damian paused.
“My dorm,” Raven whispered. “We’ll have more room.”
Damian nodded. He kissed her again on the lips and was out of the driver’s seat in a flash. Excited the point of a blank mind, Raven fumbled her book bag and exited the car slower.
He was waiting out front for her by the glossy obsidian hood. The melting puddle of a look on his face was to die for.
Raven’s arms automatically reached out for him, loving the warmth he provided against the chilly early-November wind as they wrapped around one another again. Neither made a step towards her dorm room, and Raven knew they weren’t going to make it.
Euphoria rushed over them as Raven assisted Damian in tugging down her leggings to her knees, leaving her in only cheeky underwear in an (admittedly deserted) public parking lot where prying eyes could get quite the unexpected show. A cool wind blowing through the brown-and-orange fall trees surrounding it could not be felt on their hot skin.
No thoughts along the lines of we are in public or we can’t do this here touched her head.
“Fuck, you kill me,” Damian huskily whispered as Raven undid his belt and reached in. He was as hard as could be in her hand as she pulled him out, stroking him.
Their lips met again. Damian’s hand found the low of her back, slowly pushing her forward, and Raven found herself bending over with her hands on the hood of his car with Damian behind her still. She gasped, her wide, rich purplish-blue eyes staring straight ahead at the parking lot and open road but paying that all no mind whatsoever as Damian dropped to his knees behind her, his hands firmly on her ass. His long fingers curled into the waistband of her cheeky underwear and pulled down.
It was brave, bold, and far more exposed than they’d ever come close to, easily surpassing car sex in an empty parking lot after dark. Raven trembled as Damian kissed the back of her thighs.
“Please,” Raven breathed, arching herself.
Damian obliged. His mouth kissed its way to in-between her thighs and nestled there. Raven stuffed a knuckle in her mouth after the initial moan she let out, which would have let anyone in the dorms know they were there being illicit.
He’d never eaten her out like this before, even though back and forth oral was one of their favorite things to do. It was wildly exciting.
Biting her knuckle harder, which was scrunching her face further, Raven’s legs shook in Damian’s face as he sped up. Her breathing was coming out even heavier and the sound alone of them was intoxicating. His hands roamed from keeping a tight hold on her thighs to her ass, squeezing.
“Damian,” Raven said in that same seduced whisper, “fuck me.”
Eager to oblige again, Damian kissed the back of her thighs and once on her cheek before standing tall, dropping his pants enough. Raven wished she had something to hold onto as she felt the length across her butt, but there was only the shiny hood of his car. Keeping her palms flat on it, Raven arched for him.
“We have to be quick,” Damian said under his breath like he didn’t want to admit it, still rubbing it on Raven’s butt. She looked over her shoulder at him.
“Then hurry up and fuck me.”
Smirking deliciously, Damian quit playing around and positioned himself. An unsteady gasp escaped Raven as his head was there at her entrance and then in.
Something about the unbelievable excitement of what they were doing must have been sending charged bolts through Raven’s core, cause she swore it felt so much better than usual this time. Everything was heightened: the feel of Damian holding her at the waist, the echoes from the clapping of his hips against her bottom, the finishing sensation which was upon her threatening to explode in only a matter of moments. Hard and fast, Damian’s strokes were hitting the precise spot in her she wanted them to. That Raven yearned for.
Neither was the other’s first partner, but most certainly the best. They had learned each other so well in a matter of two months.
Clapping continued. Reduced to bliss, Raven caught sight of her reflection in the windshield of Damian’s car. It made her hotter, but nothing close to the sight of Damian’s reflection, gritting his teeth and having those hard green eyes trained on her bottom as he thrusted.
But they couldn’t keep fucking like this. They were already in so much danger of being caught.
Thankfully, Damian seemed to be thinking along the same lines.
Picking up pace, Damian clapped Raven’s cheeks harder, who was now leaning her elbows against the shiny black hood to keep from jostling around so much. She heard him seethe unsteadily, trying not to bust before Raven. It might’ve worked, as she was so close, but Raven dropped her knuckles from her mouth and the stimulating sounds of her loud, incautious moaning broke him like a spell.
With a last deep thrust, Damian bust inside her, while hitting the depth she ached for, causing Raven to follow suit. For the third time that day, they finished together, coming undone entirely.
With shaky hands, Raven pulled her underwear and leggings up after Damian took a step back. Everything about her was trembling still: her breathing, her shoulders, her legs (which felt numb now). She took a moment to catch her breath while listening to Damian huskily do the same.
The only time they weren’t that talkative was in this afterglow. Both felt beyond words.
Though it still came as a surprise (a nice one) to Raven when Damian suddenly wrapped his arms around her from behind. He nuzzled her hair. Raven couldn’t help the purring that was escaping her. She lifted her chin so that he could nuzzle her neck as well, which he did as if she asked for it out loud. She liked that so much.
Damian kissed her cheek affectionately. Raven ran a hand across his muscular forearm before tilting her chin up and towards his face. It was what Damian wanted and he was waiting for it.
Heat sparked quickly throughout Raven’s body as they kissed again, synchronized lips moving together flawlessly.
Turning as though directed, their fronts pressed against each other as Raven wrapped her arms around his neck, obsessed with their making out. His lips were perfect against hers, the exact amount of rough, the heavenly amount of sensual. And the taste- god, the taste.
Damian’s hands were on her backside once more, rubbing her ass. Raven very nearly lifted a leg up to his waist.
Mmm, more, a seduced part of her brain said. But there was the smaller, albeit reasonable voice arguing back.
Can’t… be… responsible…
Raven kept up the kissing and she nearly lost will when Damian groaned after letting her push her tongue into his mouth. His hands dipped into her leggings, caressing her bare cheeks.
With a sudden, unexpected jolt, Raven shot away from him. There was no telling whose eyes were more surprised.
“I’ve got shit to do,” Raven blurted out hopelessly, feeling like a fool. Already half-wishing she hadn’t said it.
Emerald eyes were taken aback but recovered after a moment. Damian lifted his hands out of Raven’s leggings and held her waist.
“You’d have a long evening to do it,” Damian reasoned well. His eyes were searching hers.
“Not if I’m utterly spent,” Raven argued lightly. “I-“ she closed her eyes painfully, “I can’t cum again. I’d be out for the rest of the day.”
Damian said nothing, so she peeked her eyes open and immediately wished she hadn’t- the smug smirk on this sonofabitch…
“Let me know if you need a ride to Donna’s game Friday,” was all Damian said afterward. He kissed her once more on the lips (patting her butt lightly) and untangled themselves. Raven watched him until he was in the car and backing out before picking her book bag up and (trembling even more than before) made her way up the stairs to her dorm, praying no one just witnessed any of that.
~
It was an evening set with difficulties.
Raven’s legs were shaking more than she’d originally noticed. Nearly giving out on her in the shower, Raven had to lean against the wall for support, letting the hot water rain over her. Coupled with trying to focus on three thousand-word essays on France when all she wanted to do was nap until morning, Raven was having a hard time indeed.
And then there was worry. Seven o’clock came and went, yet Donna still hadn’t arrived when her last class of the day let out at three. Raven, studiously working from their coffee table, glanced at the time on her phone once more and was just about to text her when the front door opened up.
Donna trundled in. Catching sight of Raven, she froze, eyes wide like she’d been caught sneaking.
For a moment, they just stared at one another, caught in a spell of silence broken by Donna snapping the door shut behind her at last.
“Hi,” Raven said, feeling uncertain though she didn’t know why, “you, uh, you okay? You’re back pretty late for you.”
Now that she was getting a clearer look at her, Donna did not appear one hundred percent put together as usual. Her cheeks were definitely flushed, her eyes were weary the way they got after an extended practice, and her hair was uncombed.
Donna blinked. “Yup, totally fine, nothing to see here.”
The friends regarded one another. It was clear to Raven that Donna was hiding something. She frowned.
“Practice run, er, four hours late?”
Donna swallowed audibly, a look of guilt upon her face. She was no good at keeping secrets. Hiding things wasn’t in her nature.
After a further pause, rubbing the back of her head in an embarrassed fashion, Donna relented, finally admitting, “I… I hooked up with Jonathon.”
It was Raven’s turn to blink. Damian’s words from earlier came rushing back to her. “Wow. How did that happen?”
Cheeks burning brighter, Donna stared at the floor. “We just bumped into each other after I left trigonometry. I thought about grabbing a bite and he joined me. Afterward, when we were about to part, he just started spilling his guts man-“
“Jon is too nervous to be alone with her anymore. He’s afraid he’ll do something silly.”
“Would he?”
“Undoubtedly.”
“-before I knew what was going on I kissed him! It’s not like that’s a bad thing, oh gosh did it sound like it was? I only mean I didn’t know he felt that way about me and I’m not positive how I feel about him honestly. Jonathon’s great, he’s so well-spirited, nice to everybody, but it’s not like we were firing on all cylinders either, oh my gosh, he slapped my ass, that so almost made me get off of him-“
“Whoa cowgirl,” Raven held her hands up. “TMI. But you’ve sounded like you’ve liked him for a while now. As for the sex thing, sometimes partners just need time to get used to each other’s rhythms, their wants, and needs. A not spectacular first time isn’t the biggest fault.”
Donna bit her lip watching Raven anxiously. Clearly, she was warring an internal struggle again.
Then she voiced it.
“Did you and Damian have a good first time?”
Heat flushed Raven’s cheeks and she spluttered her words. “Wha- pft, we-“ She paused short at the look on Donna’s face and sighed. It’s been useless to deny it for a while now. Staring at the floor, Raven muttered, “Yeah, we had a really great first time… but it’s not fair to compare your sex life with others.”
Donna nodded slowly. “Would you- er, do you think you and Damian could double with us? I mean, if it goes any further? I’m not sure what I’d even say to him after that.”
Raven stared, feeling both alert and blank at the same time. “Double?”
Raising her eyebrows, Donna said, as if it were obvious and Raven was slow, “Yeah, as in double date? You just admitted you’re seeing Damian.”
Shaking her head, Raven refuted that quickly. “Not like that. We’re only, ya know… smash buddies.”
Donna’s unearthly eyes went wide. “Oh! You’re just fuck buds? That’s why you tried keeping a secret? I thought ya’ll were dating. You giggle all the time texting him…”
Burning brighter still, Raven said nothing. She didn’t allow herself to imagine being Damian’s girlfriend. That’s not what they were to each other.
But-
Nope! another small voice in her head argued back fiercely.
“Well, if we could just all hang out together, that’d be really cool,” Donna hinted, giving Raven an inquiring look before walking away.
Raven sat there in her thoughts for the majority of the evening.
~
The next morning, Raven was exiting her morning class, the least interesting of all: mathematical literacy. Ugh.
Out on the campus grounds, students filed out in a variety of getups, from some as well put together as the professors themselves, to many seeming as if they’d just crawled out of bed. Raven was sufficiently in between, wearing her black skirt over the charcoal CGU Bats hoodie she received for attending the school.
Across the way, she noticed, Damian, wearing an all-black pullover and fark jeans, was out-pacing a knotted group of students with his head down, an aggressive expression fixed on the floor.
A bolt shot into Raven’s heart. She wondered what was wrong.
She threw a quick glance at the clock. Her French History class wasn’t due to begin for another thirty minutes. Making a quick decision, Raven crossed the grounds to the secluded area Damian was heading to, following him.
Damian was leaning against the pale tan wall outside of the southeast wing, his eyes closed as though he were trying to calm down. Only a handful of students trickled this way, being the hallway where the band kids practiced in the afternoons. It was fairly secluded.
The clacks of Raven’s heels were sharper than the soft footfalls of the other students. They caused Damian to open his emeralds to see what the cause of the noise was, and found her standing two feet from him. He blinked in surprise.
“Hi,” Raven said, watching him.
“Why aren’t you in class?” he asked. There was a definite frustration in his eyes, though it was easing.
“I’ve got time to kill,” Raven told him. “Thought maybe you were heading somewhere private, so…”
The interesting thought flicked more irritation out of him. In an amused tone, Damian said, “Aren’t you the brave and the bold.”
Raven tried for a smile. Then, feeling she was pressing her luck, she asked, “What’s up with you? I saw the look on your face.”
Some of the irksomeness returned as Damian regarded her. He looked away, sharply. “Professors are dumbasses,” he mumbled.
The corner of Raven’s lips lifted in a crooked smile. “You got your first failing piece of homework, didn’t you?”
A highly annoyed ‘TT’ sound escaped Damian’s lips, his emerald eyes still narrowed. Raven felt more amused. More fond. More…
Mmm…
Quickly looking left and then right, checking if the coast was clear, Raven swallowed. Someone would happen on them by chance if they just stood here. But she wanted, needed, to act fast if she were to comfort him. And play with it.
An idea struck her head. Devious little minx.
She reached out and snagged Damian’s hand from his pullover pocket. His green eyes popped in surprise again.
“Come on.”
“What?”
“The band hall should be deserted.”
“So?”
“Shh!”
Pulling him along with ease (perhaps he recognized the look on her face), Raven found the right door. Pushing it open, the two of them stepped into a very large room filled with black steel chairs, a podium out front, and utterly devoid of people.
Raven shoved Damian against a wall the moment they closed the door once checking after themselves and found his lips with hers. His eagerness was growing, but it wasn’t matching her urgency due to uncertainty.
But they didn’t have loads of time. So Raven already began working on his belt.
Damian broke their kiss apart. “Everyone on this side of campus will hear you,” he whispered.
“We’re not fucking,” she whispered back. With his belt undone and his jeans unbuckled, Raven slid down slowly to her knees, watching him. Emeralds popped again and she loved it.
Excitement radiated off of him now as Raven unzipped his jeans with a smirk. Hooking her fingertips into the pockets, she tugged them down enough, biting her bottom lip at the outline of it encased in his briefs.
When those too were tugged down to his knees, it sprang out, half erect. She kissed the tip.
Damian gulped. “Raven, it’s too risky to- ah!”
He was in her mouth, growing harder instantly despite Damian’s words. Raven stared up at him.
Enthusiasm for giving head filled Raven: she liked it. Especially what it did for this particular partner, who was an iron bar wrapped in tasty velvet in her mouth as she slid her lips back and forth.
It was Damian’s turn to shove knuckles against his mouth to keep the groaning and dirty talk down. There was little noise other than Raven sucking him. She did what she could to mute the squelching, but at the same time, they needed to hurry. There was probably fifteen minutes before her next class.
Damian was coming undone. His breath growing unsteadier by the second, he held Raven’s hand that had been holding onto his waist. Her other was underneath, caressing his hanging privates…
Hardly five minutes in, Damian gave a grunt accompanied by the familiar seizing up.
Usually, when he finished this way, Raven pulled his erection out of her mouth, preferring to be finished on. (It always excited Damian greatly to finish on her chest or backside.) This time, however, she still had classes to go to. Nor could she risk their leaving behind any on the band room floor in their haste to clean up.
So Damian came, the tip of him still in her mouth. It wasn’t bad- it was just a lot.
Swallowing, Raven wiped her lips as it fell away. Damian was breathing heavily.
“You are divine,” he said faintly. Raven made a face up at him.
“Tell me that any other time,” she said. “And hurry, we need to go!”
Swiftly, they readied themselves to be out in public again, Damian leaving the room with an entirely different expression than when he’d entered.
They had just gotten down the hallway when-
“Raven?”
Both of them turned left. Professor Rorek was standing there, coming down from the East wing, his pale blue stare particularly icy as he took in both of them together.
“Professor,” Raven blinked.
Rorek was watching Damian for a moment. Coldly, his eyes slid to the short distance kept between them, then up to Raven’s face.
“I thought you’d already be in class,” he said, keeping his quiet voice controlled, though it sounded like a deadly whisper, “you always are by the time I arrive. Not galivanting with… others.”
Damian narrowed his eyes right back at Professor Rorek. Raven wasn’t sure what was going on.
“I’m on my way there now?” she said dubiously.
Professor Rorek looked as if that answer didn’t suffice. He took a moment regarding her. “Hurry up?” he suggested. Without another whisper of a word, he turned his shoulder and made off.
Once he was out of sight, Damian sneered.
“What?” Raven asked him.
“I thought,” he said, “that Professor Rorek was an enlightened individual who traveled across Europe understanding the ancient ways of love. Not a pervert who tried to be possessive of his students.”
Raven swatted his arm. “He’s not a pervert, nor is he trying to be possessive of me. Be nice!”
Damian hummed distractedly, keeping his eyes narrowed. Raven didn’t have time for this.
“I’ve got to get going,” she said. “I’ll see you later.”
Without waiting up to make plans to bone later for once, Raven sped off, a feeling of displeasing settling in her. But once she was out of earshot, Damian walked the opposite way, pulling his cell from his pocket and dialing someone. The line rang before an annoyingly familiar voice to him answered.
“Morning, D. Need help on your math homework again or skipping class?”
Damian ignored that. “Tim,” he said, “I need you to look into something for me…”
~
That night, Raven gave a great sigh, stretching her shoulders when she finally finished the French essay.
“Three thousand words in the bag?” Donna asked, not looking up from her own work set on the coffee table.
“Yup,” Raven answered. “Well, close enough. 2,959,” she read off the bottom of her laptop screen. “Professor Rorek is usually pretty lenient with me.”
Donna snorted. “Must be nice. Professor Devi gets so grouchy, I swear to God…”
Chuckling, Raven got up to use the bathroom.
As she was washing her hands, her phone buzzed in her pocket.
Finally, she thought almost savagely. Maybe the night would have a good ending after all. Pulling it out with impatient, still damp hands, Raven was disappointed to see it was only her friend Kori getting back to her after a few days. (Not that it wasn’t good to see her.)
Frowning, Raven replied, then flipped with her thumb to her other messages. Still nothing from Damian, though she texted him twice since school let out.
It’ll just be me and Donna tonight if you want to hang out. She already knows by the way, so maybe you’d like to come inside (yeah, in that sense, too) ;)
Too tired?
It was a little disheartening, truth be told. Yeah, maybe he was busy, but he’d never not gotten back to her quickly before. His phone was glued to him as much as anyone else’s was, Raven thought.
“I sucked your dick this morning you sonofabitch…” Raven muttered, staring at their last texts.
Another idea struck her. One that left her staring blankly at the phone, and then her reflection.
Oh, Why not?
There were plenty of reasons why not, Raven knew, as she pulled her shirt over her head, but being overly safe never got anyone anywhere.
Feeling jaw-locked and wide-eyed, Raven unclipped her bra. It fell to the floor along with her shirt.
Raven had never really thought of her body much until sex came along. Looking in the mirror, she still quite liked what she saw. Confidence was the best booster to do foolish things.
Angling a torso, Raven snapped a couple of topless selfies, then picked her favorite, sending it to Damian.
The response this time was immediate, with it making Raven smile a little but also feel deflated.
You are divine. But I can’t tonight, I promised the farm boy I’d help him get through some work- it’s taking a lot longer than expected.
Another text quickly followed.
I figured Donna knew. Jonathon couldn’t help revealing every detail of their tryst from yesterday as well. I couldn’t get him to shut up about it, frankly.
Maybe we can hang tomorrow after the game. Perhaps the lovebirds will join us. See you then.
Raven stood there, half-naked, smiling at the screen. It sucked there’d be no sex tonight, but things were looking hopeful about…
Stop it.
She responded: Fiiiine, go be a good friend. And I still want to hear it at ANY OTHER time when my clothes are not off or we’re not otherwise engaged. YOU’RE WELCOME FOR EARLIER, by the way, rude boy.
Raven was just pulling her shirt back on when her phone dinged again. Once checking, she nearly dropped it.
His return picture left her face hot all over. She didn’t think he’d… oh my.
Gulping, she clicked ‘Save’ for later use and exited the bathroom. Donna at one point that night asked why she was so jumpy.
~
At last, it was Friday.
And what an awful Friday afternoon it was.
Raven had only weakly smiled back when she found Professor Rorek watching her as she entered class, dropping off her printed essay in the silver tray along with everyone else’s. Just like the day before, he studied her through icy narrow eyes, as if he was trying to figure her out.
Two days in a row of it was making her uncomfortable, but she watched back during his lesson, only squirming internally during the brief pauses in which his pale blue eyes flickered her way.
Had he been a snake, he would’ve bit her. She was a fool for not seeing it coming.
“And now all of you may go,” his high voice chimed delightfully once the bell rang. Gathering up their things, everyone sped towards the door, ready to start the weekend, Raven among them.
But she was stopped short when she heard her name.
“Raven, a moment?”
Not as surprised as the first time, Raven turned around, her book bag already slung over her shoulder. The way those frosty blue eyes watched her sent chills down Raven’s spine and she fought the urge to step away.
“What is it, professor?”
It seemed Professor Rorek appeared to be thinking on that. He mused thoughtfully, rubbing his chin.
He took a step towards her.
“Raven,” he breathed. Though she were feet away, Raven swore she felt an icy drift crawl over her. “Forgive me, but I needed to voice my distress: I fear your attention isn’t where it needs to be.”
Raven raised an eyebrow. “You told me just the other day that I was enlightened like any other.”
“And you are,” Professor Rorek stated. He seemed to be bursting with the passion of someone who was so close to his goal that it shook him. “But distractions, Raven, distractions… I’ve never once seen such a brilliant young mind so undevoted.”
Raven gave him a steely gaze now. This was the complete opposite of what he said the other afternoon.
“Why do you think I’m distracted, Professor?”
Rorek missed her rising tone, or pretended to not notice it. His pale blue eyes watched her face in a daydreamy fashion. Almost… adoringly?
“Is it not obvious?” he asked in a tone that suggested it was. “Touching uglies with an ugly boy before class?”
Raven burned red, flushing dark, not believing he dared to say that.
“That’s none of your fucking bus-“
Professor Rorek held up a calm hand, halting her. “What students do on campus is a professor’s business, Raven. And yours is mine, especially, when I have all the world to offer you… enlighten you…”
“Excuse you?” Raven snarled, at long last taking a step back.
Rorek took a step forward. “There is nothing I wouldn’t share with you, Raven,” his voice played a musically, velvet tune, “my experience, my devotion… me.”
“Back the fuck off,” Raven spat. Professor Rorek was now pervading her bubble, so Raven herself took several steps backward, her rear bumping into a desk. Professor Rorek closed more distance, almost delighted in seeing her cornered.
Raven tried to instill some reason back into the two of them.
“I get it,” she said, “we’re not actually that far off in age and you’ve taken a liking to me. But my answer is no. I’m no teacher’s pet.”
Professor Rorek considered that and Raven felt hope for a solid moment. Then his crystal gaze became an icy sneer.
“This could have been so different,” he said in a voice far chillier than a moment ago. “It could have been loving. Why you force my strong hand is beyond me.”
Strong hand!?
Raven stared, riveted and ready. “If you think I won’t kick your fucking ass if you try to r-“
“Stupid, silly girl,” Professor Rorek’s eyes were murderous. “Surely you can’t see the leverage I hold… after all, I don’t recall seeing your paper in the tray today.”
It was as if a freezing tidal wave doused Raven. Her anger vanished to stunned disbelief.
Professor Rorek held his chin in mock thoughtfulness. “I’ve just remembered, I’ll have to let the dean know I mis-graded that last paper. Everyone saw me have to hold you back after class Wednesday, in my vain attempt to inform you that you should give up hope of succeeding in learning the beautiful history of your mother’s land…”
Raven simply stared, lost. He couldn’t do this. She had to… surely, there was someone who could help her…
Stepping again within her bubble, Professor Rorek timidly reached out a hand. Raven could do nothing as the back of it stroked her cheek.
“Or,” he whispered softly, like slow-acting venom, “you obey. Show me… devotion.”
The world crumbled. Raven’s entire sense of self was deteriorating around her as his knuckles grazed her lips. Her body wasn’t her own anymore.
This was such bullshit. So it was either her future or her fight? Just because her professor had a hard-on for her?
“You’ll make your mother proud,” Rorek whispered. His face was much too close. And Raven didn’t like it.
Not one bit.
WHAM!
Professor Rorek hit the deck, shrieking and clutching his nose. Raven stood above him, sneering colder than he’d been a moment ago, her right fist clenched and drawn back, ready to keep swinging.
And Raven spoke in a voice that kept the professor frozen in fear. “If you ever try that again, I’ll-“
But what Raven would do, Professor Rorek gratefully never found out. Just then, the door swung open. Raven and the sorry professor alike swiftly whipped their heads that way to see Damian standing there, staring at both of them in great surprise.
His face erupted into that smug smirk as he walked in, shutting the door behind him.
Professor Rorek leapt up, jabbing a finger at Raven. “She assaulted me!”
Damian gave Raven a glowing look. “Good work.”
It was like someone just told the professor Christmas was canceled.
“Damian,” Raven blinked, ferocity ebbing away, “what are you doing here?”
“I asked one of your classmates in the courtyard where you were and they said Professor Rorek held you back again,” Damian said, throwing the bleeding pale man a nasty look. “I thought I’d come check up on you, seeing as what I just found out.”
“Found out?” Raven asked, throwing the professor a curious glance; he’d just frozen in fear again.
Damian explained, his eyes not leaving the older man. “I was curious about Rorek, as his humble reputation didn’t match the sniveling, possessive character I met yesterday, so I asked my brother to do some investigative work for me as a favor. And nobody can hide anything from Tim. Nobody.”
Professor Rorek’s eyes were murderous again, watching Damian this time, but he didn’t dare interrupt. Raven half wanted to lift her fist dangerously again just to scare him more, but she was intent on listening to what Damian had to say.
He glared at the professor, those emeralds sinisterly narrowed. “You did well at covering up your tracks. Making sure everything was done before making your move.” He looked back at Raven. “Professor Rorek was a well-educated, cultivated young man who traveled across Europe, learning its ways from commoners. But not many people know that he had a twin brother, Malchior, who left the family early on in his youth, getting lost among commoners as well, albeit in a different way. Young Malchior never again surfaced and no one really cared to learn what happened to him, as the last thing anyone heard was he had been hurting people to try to gain power in a small village in northern France.
“But shortly before Rorek took the job of professor, he was scheduled to meet the dean one weekend for a last additional walkthrough… Rorek never met him. It wasn’t until the following Monday he arrived, claiming he must’ve gotten his weeks mixed up.”
Realizing her lower jaw had been hanging open, Raven closed it. Slowly, she turned her gaze to the bleeding man in front of them.
“Your own brother.” There was so much contempt in Damian’s voice. “Just because you messed up your life and didn’t wish to work for redemption.”
Miraculously, Malchior managed a sneer and a crooked smile. “You’ll never get any sort of confession out of me, fool. You’re just two little brats, lost in the thick of things.”
To Raven’s surprise, Damian rolled his eyes. “I’ve just told you, you dolt, nobody hides anything from Tim when he starts prying. We already know exactly what happened to Rorek, you disgusting demon. And have contacted the authorities.” Damian cocked his ear as shouting and the run-marching of feet could be heard down the hallway. “That’ll be them now, I reckon.”
Raven laughed merrily at her former professor, who’d fallen to his knees, a look of petrifying fright on his face. And when the door exploded open once again, it was indeed a troop of officers ready for war. The first, bat drawn, saw the faint professor and threw a curious glance up, first to Damian, then to Raven, who smiled.
She was going to have fun making sure Malchior got his additional charges.
~
It was Friday night, at last.
Donna had wanted to skip her game once she’d heard. Raven wished she could have waited until after it occurred, for her friend went hysterical, but there was no halting the news from reaching her ears. Half the school knew before the cops ever left the premises.
Raven had been pulled into the dean’s office, who offered his sincerest apologies, topped with full scholarships. Raven politely told him she understood and that there could’ve been no way of knowing; Malchior was so well-prepared because he’d taken his brother's journals and notes for curriculums.
So Friday night came and Raven, still a little shaky from the day’s events, went to Donna’s volleyball game, which was quite the turnout. Many students were stealing glances her way.
“You’re a freaking hero,” John told her happily. “I can’t believe you popped that guy! That’s incredible.”
“My hand hurts,” Raven moaned. It was swelling, she must’ve broken his nose. The pretty boy sitting to her left scoffed.
“And what’s that for?” she asked him, eyes narrowing.
Damian watched the game, smirking. “I had this big picture in my head,” he said in a low voice, “of me coming in after your classmate told me you were stuck in there alone with him. Me pulling him off of you, dislocating his jaw for good measurement, you swooning. It was perfect in my head.”
It was Raven’s turn to scoff. “Sorry it didn’t go the way you wanted. Maybe next time,” she said sarcastically.
Damian chuckled. “Nah. You’d just take care of it again.”
Raven felt breathless as his arm wrapped around her, hand gently landing on her shoulder. The looks in his eyes was to die for.
“You are divine.”
It was hard to give Damian a straight kiss after that: she was smiling way too much.