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Phainon likes his teacher.
Too much.
He’s a peculiar individual, Mydei has enough decency to not call him the freak he is sometimes, but he has become an expert when it comes to understanding him and that’s how it is fairly easy to see that there’s nothing normal in the way he talks about him and has this expression whenever he’s the topic.
It still takes him aback, of course. Their relationship isn’t one based on innocence and purity, but from there to understanding he’s attracted to someone else manages to leave him taking a moment to understand all of it. A part of him wonders if he should let the other bring it out on his own or if he should ask about it.
They bring it out on the same day.
While Mydei plans on how to approach the topic, Phainon sits across from him and stares at him for a couple of seconds before finally opening his mouth.
“I like my Professor,” he says, Mydei’s expression is probably too obvious because he continues. “You already knew.”
“You’re not subtle,” Mydei replies.
“Well, I don’t think he has noticed,” he argues. “With his professionalism and everything, he would have already done something to keep it, well, professional.”
“He either doesn’t notice or has decided the tactic to deal with it is ignoring it,” he offers, but ends up frowning. “That aside, we need to talk about it.”
Phainon leans back on his chair, fingers still drumming against the table as he seems to consider everything, even staring at Mydei for some time until he finally sighs as he crosses his arms.
“You know the intensity of what I feel for you,” he starts, Mydei can give him that. “But Anaxagoras… he’s wonderful, passionate about what he teaches, giving his everything despite having a bunch of undeserving students. You should see how some even dare to make fun of him, it’s ridiculous.”
Mydei guesses it makes sense. The teacher isn’t that old, he’s a genius whose intellect made him finish and reach that level in record time, but that doesn’t save him from people’s nonsense, and given he’s also a… peculiar individual is fuel to the fire. Still, that part is unimportant, he’s more interested in that dangerous glint present in pale blue eyes when talking about those people and their disrespect, a glint so different from when he only talks about the professor.
“I can imagine,” he says, allowing him to continue by not elaborating further.
“They don’t deserve him, actually,” he says, his eyes narrowing to the side. “He deserves only those who actually pay attention to his everything. He enjoys my company because of that, even if he rarely admits it.”
“You want him only for yourself,” he states, seeing his eyes snap back at him. “Only you.”
“I’m… surprised by how well you seem to understand me,” he replies, letting out the air slowly. Mydei would be worried if he was someone else. “But you’re wrong in something, I wouldn’t mind sharing with you.”
Crazy topic and all, Mydei needs to give Phainon how he looks, mildly anxious, even worried about how the man he claims to love with every fibre of his being will react to this kind of declaration.
“Just for the two of us, then,” he says, glancing at the droma toy the other bought just to show it off to his professor.
He hesitates, but ends up nodding.
Mydei sighs.
“You’re a weird individual, Phainon,” he says, seeing how the other takes it as if someone has punched him in the stomach. “You’re lucky you’re not alone in that.”
Truth is, Anaxagoras is a very pretty thing.
Mydei has only seen him a handful of times and the scholar has seen him even less, but Mydei still feels as if he knows him. Phainon talks so much about him, he is sure he would like him if they were to interact for more time, but outside of that, he’s physically beautiful.
Shorter than both Mydei and Phainon by a good amount, a thin and elegant body proper of the scholar he is with clothes that have elements that make them sober and proper of his position but having a lot of jewelry and embellishments that make it more flamboyant and unique, each thing tingling with every step he takes. Mydei remembers having his eyes go straight to that beautiful curve of his waist when he first saw him from afar, loving the choice the other made by wearing a corset.
“We need a plan, then.”
Mydei agrees, the spark both share ending in a long night that ends with both spending and considering skipping their activities for the next day.
———
Taking someone is hard.
Taking someone like Anaxagoras is, surprisingly, not that much.
They still need to plan a ridiculous number of things, like needing to make sure nothing connects the sudden disappearance to them or anything remotely closer to their lives and go undetected with having a good alibi, but the professor's lifestyle helps immensely.
Not only does he, at times, vanish while going to conduct research to heaven knows where, he’s also very reserved, with very few people outside of his work environment that share a closer relationship with him and even they are more than used to suddenly stop seeing him for a while.
Phainon says it’s the clearest sign that he needs to be theirs.
Mydei, in all honesty, agrees.
A few months later, they are as ready as they can be.
The teacher is carrying out research that has already required another teacher to cover his classes up every now and then, and everyone knows he leaves late at night and returns early in the morning, if he returns. Phainon goes to his normal classes and leaves while Mydei does his own things, acting like they would normally do until it’s late at night.
Phainon, being the weird one, again, Mydei has the decency of not calling him this that often, is eager to chase the other like a shadow that vanishes when he looks back. From his car, he sees his partner little by little breaking down the composed figure of their little prey. His controlled and normal steps starting to speed up when the sensation of being watched never goes away and the only thing he sees is a shadow diving in the corner to get out of sight while he steps away from him in a deserted street.
When he breaks into a sprint, Mydei knows it’s his turn.
He drives with ease, Anaxagora’s frantic need to get away from his stalker making him ignore the car that has been following as well until it comes to an abrupt halt at his side, metres away from reaching the end of the alleyway that leads to where he lives. Mydei moves with a speed and agility many find hard to believe due to his complexion and wastes no time in grabbing him before he can run away.
He lets out a panicked cry when he seems to understand what’s in the cloth pressed against his nose and mouth, putting his complete strength into trying to get away with no success. With an arm wrapped around his middle, his hands only dig into the arm holding the cloth while his legs slide across the pavement in an attempt to escape.
“It’s a kind of torture it is so slow, right?” Phainon’s voice manages to freeze the other for a couple of seconds, his hooded figure emerging from the shadows. “If only it was like movies where the person passes out in just a second.”
He tries to kick in his direction when he snaps out of it, but Mydei only needs to use the hold on his waist to pull him slightly up to make him lose his balance entirely.
“Just go to sleep, professor.”
Phainon is ridiculously gentle in lying him down on the backseat, giving his face a soft caress before climbing up properly so they can easily disappear into the night.
Up close, the scholar is even more beautiful.
Mydei’s eyes are glued to him while Phainon works on removing his clothes, taking in every portion of skin that is uncovered, barely resisting the urge to touch, knowing it will be a matter of time before he can do it.
“So beautiful,” Phainon mutters when there’s nothing to block the view. “Now you’re where you truly belong.”
He leaves his eyepatch on as he gathers his wrists on top of his head and ties them to the headboard, fingers caressing the skin of his arms all the way down to his hips, leaving them there to caress it softly.
“Come here, Phainon.”
He complies with ease, sliding off the bed, leaving the unconscious figure behind to take a seat on Mydei’s lap, his fingers tangling with his hair to pull him into a kiss. Mydei allows it, gripping him by the waist to grind his hardening cock against the tent he can see, making him moan into the kiss.
“A well done job,” he says when he pulls back enough to look into the other. “He’s ours.”
“And never leaving,” Phainon hums, pressing kisses on his jaw and down his neck. “Everything is perfect now.”
It’s very hard not to let it escalate, they’re excited, delighted and as weird as it is, Mydei included, can’t keep himself from wanting to take it in that moment, his beauty alluring him as much as it did to Phainon. It’s ridiculous a feeble scholar holds that much power over them.
A quiet gasp still breaks the trance.
They look back to the bed to find the man seems to finally be waking up from his forced sleep, his unfocused eye opening to look at the lamp shining on top of him so brightly he ends up closing it again. They see his fingers twitching, muscles tensing and relaxing as the drug starts to leave his body and clarity comes back to him.
It isn't until he tries to pull his arms down and feels the restriction that everything seems to click.
His eye fly open again, fear now oozing out of him as he further takes in the state he is in. They see him pulling at the ropes, looking down at his body and struggling until he turns his head enough so both are no longer in his blind spot.
“Hello, Professor,” Phainon says, sliding off Mydei’s lap to walk towards the bed. “Awake now.”
“Phainon…” he whispers, staring at him as if he can understand before they fill with pure anger. “What is the meaning of this? Release me you vile creature!”
His burst of anger is surprising, the anger he puts into twisting against his bonds equally worth noting, but instead of threatened or worried, they find it entertaining. Anaxagoras is a peculiar and, at times, odd individual, but this contrasts against the normal appearance of the feeble scholar.
“Not happening,” Phainon replies calmly, moving closer after dodging a kick. “You know you will be better with me, with us.”
The mention of an us seems to remind him that he saw someone else, and his head snaps to look at where Mydei is still sitting, his head twisting as far as it goes to glare at him with the same hatred.
“Let go of me.”
Mydei finds himself chuckling at the attempt to order him. Moving slowly as he pushes himself off the chair and walks towards the bed, he keeps his eyes on the other, seeing him moving as well to keep his eye on him.
“You are smart, don’t you understand what no means?” He looks terribly offended, but Mydei ignores him. “Let’s get him ready.”
Phainon smiles, excitedly moving to climb on the bed on top of the other, avoiding his kicks until he can take hold of his head and plants his lips against his, punching a muffled gasp out of him.
Taking the opportunity, Mydei grips one of the flailing legs to start looping the rope around the ankle, forming a secure tie before shifting to bend it until it is pressed against his tight, near the plump ass he can see while he continues struggling. Despite the scholar’s efforts, Mydei makes quick work of securing it there, looping the smooth rope to form a secure web that keeps his leg folded and useless.
“Phainon!” The scholar’s breathless cry makes him look up to find him panting while Phainon looks at him with the same spark of delight. “S-Stop…”
“Just let it happen, dear Professor,” he whispers instead, hands still holding his head in place. “You won’t have to deal with those dumb students of yours, just worry about being happy.”
“Ridiculous!” the other hisses. “You’re not getting away with this.”
Mydei likes the way Phainon laughs, completely unashamed, stunning the other enough so Mydei can continue working with the other leg and he can kiss him again.
“How can two deranged individuals be together?” he hisses when the kiss breaks again. “How can- Stop!”
But Mydei is done before he can continue and the new layer of helplessness further agitates him. He can see the rope digging on his skin, muscles bulging as he uses all the strength he can muster to free himself, even when he probably knows it won’t do anything.
“Guess we’re lucky.”
Phainon takes his time in kissing down the side of his neck, biting on the juncture between the neck and shoulder and sucking marks on the pale throat, his hands leaving his head to rest on his waist while the other twists and shudders with the overload his poor senses are going through.
“Is this your first time?” Mydei asks, resting a heavy palm on his bent knee.
“That’s none of you— none of your concern.”
“Suit yourself, then.”
With Phainon all but worshipping his body with marks that look a lot like claims, Mydei retrieves the rest of things they will be using and sets them on the edge, evaluating each one until he finally chooses a small bullet vibrator that’s surprisingly strong. The trapped scholar’s cock has a good size, smaller than his and Phainon just like his height, but pretty looking, like the rest of him. By now it is starting to harden thanks to Phainon’s touches and kisses, but that can easily be solved.
Anaxagoras’s back arches beautifully when Mydei presses the vibrator on a low setting right below the bulbous head, body straining against his bonds so hard something would probably snap if he used the same strength all the time. His mouth opens, but the sound stays stuck in his throat.
“So sensitive.”
“Mydeimos…” his strained voice comes after a moment. “You bastard!”
“My if he’s vocal.”
That’s to be expected from a professor, he guesses, and most of what he says entertains him, but he’s more interested in hearing him moan, so he returns to his task, moving the small thing up and down the entire length, feeling it hardening despite his attempts to escape or focus on keeping his body under control.
“We can make you feel really good,” Phainon says softly in between lapping at the now hard nipple. “Keep you from having to worry about everything else.”
“I don’t—” he starts, a gasp cutting him mid-sentence. “I don’t want that, let go of me.”
Mydei sees Phainon frowning, not a good sign, his blue eyes staring at him after stopping all his ministrations, leaving him to squirm with the vibrations coursing his body. “No.”
“Phainon, I swear—”
Mydei raises a brow when Phainon’s hand grips his neck, hard enough to cut his sentence, probably cutting his airflow, too. “You will learn.”
He keeps his hold until Anaxa’s violent fit of struggling to survive dies down, eyes glazing over as unconsciousness starts to claim him, letting his hand for only a second more before releasing him. Mydei doesn’t really stop his ministrations while the other coughs and chokes while trying to get the air back into flowing through his system, he only makes sure he never reaches his climax, leaving his cock hard and curving towards his stomach.
“I thought about proving how good it would be, a treat, but you don’t deserve it,” he says coldly. “Punishment is needed when one knowingly does something wrong, don’t you think, Anaxa?”
Despite still recovering, he looks ready to give him a piece of his mind, but Phainon uses the moment he opens his mouth to press the tip of a dildo gag inside, making him jolt and choke on a scream. Still, it’s admirable the way he tries to fight it, biting down on it to keep it from sliding inside his mouth, but Mydei’s partner is relentless. Keeping the hold, he presses against his jaw until he has no other option but to open his mouth, letting it slide all the way in.
“You’re not getting a single treat in days,” he says, angrily securing the straps behind his head as tightly as he can, ignoring his muffled hiss of pain. “You don’t even care the effort put into saving you.”
He would debate, that is obvious, but he can’t and the only thing that leaves him is a muffled noise that is promptly ignored as Phainon moves back, studying his body, snorting when he sees his still hard and leaking cock.
“I give you the honours,” Mydei says, stepping to the side. “Teach him.”
Phainon doesn’t need to be asked twice to take the cock ring and slide it down the still pulsing length, ensuring nothing will be coming but not stopping there. Phainon takes a thin, rubber band and positions the vibrator right below the head to secure it there, hooking the control on the ropes on his legs.
Anaxa snarls at him but lets out a broken moan when he turns it at its medium setting.
Far from satisfied, Phainon returns to free his hands from the bed, gripping them tightly to keep the man’s still fierce attempts to fight back under control and wrestle him to his stomach, pulling both limbs behind his back. The scholar is all muffled curses and who knows what else when Mydei helps him by tying them as securely as he did with his legs.
“He will eventually miss this rebellious streak,” Phainon says with a raised brow when the other twists his head enough to glare in his direction. “Once he learns.”
The genius man lets out a grunt when Phainon’s hand comes down on his ass, the skin reddening in response to the harsh treatment.
“I’m a patient man.”
“Oh, I’m sure you are.”
Calmer now, Phainon reaches for the lube, applying a good amount to his own fingers but not doing anything to warm them or anything before pressing one to the exposed hole. The response is, of course, big. He jerks against all his bonds, going completely rigid while his former student works in pushing his finger inside, stretching the obvious inexperience and untouched place so he can press it all the way in.
The whine he lets out goes straight to Mydei’s cock.
He sits next to the trembling body while Phainon keeps working, reaching to pet his head before moving it down his back and over his arms, caressing the soft skin until he finally reaches that almost sinful waist. Even without the corset, the curve is noticeable, Mydei’s hand holds it perfectly, his fingers dancing over the soft skin until he reaches the curve of his ass.
The man still tries to snarl at him, in between the aborted noises Phainon’s ministrations punch out of him, he glares at him, only staying still to keep himself from jostling the fingers inside.
Mydei smirks, something that surely tells the other nothing good will come out of it, but he enjoys letting him stew on that anxiousness for just a bit longer, waiting until Phainon curls his fingers inside so he’s distracted to then deliver a sharp slap to the soft skin.
The poor thing jerks, forced to the front before moving back to press the fingers deeper, choking on the gag while Mydei and Phainon chuckle at his reaction.
“So sensitive,” Phainon hums while Mydei rakes his nails down the reddened area. “You have such a sensitive body, Professor.”
Mental strength and all, Mydei can see the situation is starting to be too heavy for their prey. The obvious inexperienced body falls apart easily in the hands of someone as experienced as them, and his helplessness is adding to it.
He soon start whining, rubbing his head against the bed and pulling at his binds in hope of distracting himself, but it’s a lost cause and it goes straight to their cocks the way his body convulses at the dry orgasm that makes the other cry out. His trapped cock twitches, few beads managing to break free as his entire body trembles and muffled sobs try to escape, tears gathering in the corner of his visible eye.
“That could have been much more enjoyable,” Phainon hums, his third finger already curling inside with relative ease. “But you made your choice.”
Mydei sees overstimulation setting in, sees him straining even more against his bonds to escape the relentless moves, desperation kicking in only to be ignored as Phainon continues, eventually pulling out but only to lube his cock and start pressing inside.
The moan his partner lets out once fully inside is beyond satisfied. He looks as if everything in this world is right and there’s nothing powerful enough to distract him or make him think otherwise. He remains as deep as he can for several seconds, just enjoying the sensation and the way the other occasionally squirms, trying and failing to accommodate the large thing impaling him. While he himself keeps himself from coming right away.
Mydei, meanwhile, soothes a bit of the discomfort by rubbing his waist, his ass, his arms and tights, even cleaning a bit of the tears that managed to come out. It, of course, just incenses him further, body hypersensitive to every single touch, but that’s fine.
When Phainon starts moving, Anaxa’s world seems to become a jumbled and chaotic mess. His attempts at resisting are quickly defeated by Phainon’s accurate thrusts, his whole body jumping or trying to despite the tight hold around his waist that keeps him in place.
He comes, or tries to, a second time.
And a third.
Tears are rolling freely down his face when Phainon doesn’t stop, spit falling from his gagged mouth as he attempts to say something, every single part of him tingling with oversensitivity.
“I could convince him,” he offers, palming his own hard cock. “I could let you come.”
Despite his condition, that eye falls on him when the words seem to register, hesitation and anger still sparking inside but with despair now clouding and taking over it. He still fights against his own mind for a while, trying and failing to concentrate with the accurate thrusts that keep pushing him over the edge.
“Be good,” he says simply at his questioning grunt. “Do good enough and I will be more convincing.”
It’s clear he doesn’t understand a thing, but it’s fine, he doesn’t need to. Phainon sends him a knowing look as he stands up and proceeds to free his cock, the size of it saying nothing good for the other who eyes him as warily as he can while still being fucked.
Mydei finds it entertaining, reaching for the gag to undo the straps to pull the saliva-coated thing out of his mouth, enjoying his embarrassment at seeing himself falling on the bed after failing to swallow it all.
“Open.”
It takes him a moment, but when it registers, his expression should be printed somewhere.
“No,” he hisses, voice trembling and breaking. “You disgusting—”
“I never took you as someone so rude,” Phainon says from above, stilling his movements just to grab him by the waist. “Mydei is being nice enough to offer something good and you insult him. I’m so disappointed in you, Anaxa.”
He’s terribly offended by it and attempts through every method available to make it evident, but squirming isn’t going to take him anywhere with Phainon still balls deep inside of him and the grip on his waist, on the contrary, he soon realises trying makes him drag more against his sensitive insides.
It’s delicious to see him struggling to hold onto something that helps him to deal with this but coming back empty-handed. His cock is still painfully hard, hanging between his legs, the ropes tight around his body and Phainon’s presence and hold as immovable as a rock. A completely lost battle.
It takes two more painful orgasms that leave him sobbing to extinguish that small spark of resolution.
“Please…”
Mydei’s cock twitches in his own hand as he sees those eyes filled with despair, the tears running even more freely with every thrust that aims straight to his prostate, his trapped cock trying to release normally with not an even smallest chance of success.
“You know the answer.”
He sobs again but complies, opening trembling lips for Mydei to guide his cock inside, little by little pushing inside before pressing roughly all the way in, making him choke and gag, clearly having his breathing limited.
“Bite down and I promise you will never, ever, come again,” Phainon threatens, fingers digging into his waist. “You will regret it until the very end of your new and very miserable life.”
Mydei still waits for a second, feeling those teeth grazing the delicate organ. It would be very easy for him to do it, as much as he regrets it later, the damage would be done already, but his inexperienced and formerly virginal body feels all of this as the worst kind of torture because gagging and all, he tries to open his mouth more to keep them from touching him at all.
“This is what I would expect from someone this smart,” he praises him, running his hand through his hair to caress it tenderly before gripping it harshly. “I’m waiting.”
He doesn’t know what to do, but that’s part of the beauty. Between trying to keep his teeth from touching him and the thrusts that keep pushing him forward, he struggles to move his tongue around, attempting to curl it around the large girth, even when he can feel the organ recoiling in complete distaste.
Mydei does come, but it’s mostly because he can only keep himself from exploding at the hot display and the pure control they have over him. Anaxa sputters, choking on the cum that goes down his throat thanks to the unforgiving hold on his hair that keeps his head right where it is.
“So?” Phainon asks, breathing equally erratically after emptying himself a second time inside the thin body. “How was it?”
“He needs to learn a lot,” he replies, looking down at the pitiful thing who is barely squirming due to the lack of air. “It was acceptable, though.”
“Then he earned it for now,” Phainon hums, looking down at the other as he coughs and heaves, trying to fill his lungs once Mydei has pulled out. “So good for us.”
It’s worth noting how he swallows back his words.
The great Anaxagoras is reduced to a whining and whimpering man that uselessly twists on the harsh hold, legs spreading to take more and cock pitiful leaking.
It’s as pathetic as it is beautiful.
Mydei still takes his time to reach for his cock, pressing the vibrator more firmly against it to coax another dry one that makes him convulse violently and scream until Phainon clamps his hand over his mouth. He’s an overstimulated thing as he removes the tape and tosses the toy away, his fingers tracing the pulsing vein all the way until it reaches the ring.
Anaxa’s muffled moan as he comes makes Phainon come again. Cum splatters on the bed, staining Mydei’s hand while the poor thing tries to get all the air through his nose, legs trembling until he all but collapses on the hold Phainon has on his body.
“Poor thing,” Phainon coos. “I want to believe you will behave better from now on.”
His muffled grunt it’s not the best, but they allow it. Phainon pulls out of him slowly, cum trickling down his red hole and trembling legs giving a wonderful show as he sets him on the bed, on his side, his skin glistening with sweat.
“You…”
He doesn’t finish, he snaps his mouth shut and presses his face more against the crumpled bedsheet and that says it all.
“So proud of you, our dear Anaxa.”