kingsman_thesecretservice

[Bucky has only been out of school for two years before a position opened up and he somehow managed to snag it. He was the youngest person to ever get a spot, but after everything that had happened, the rebuilding and lack of applicants, he’s wiggled his way in. He was good at the job, Alchemy was no easy course to teach, and the students didn’t seem to hold the fact that he’d come from Durmstrang Institute against him. He fit in and he loved it here.

He was also, as hard as he tried, unable to ignore the attentions of one of his students. Not much younger, but there was a divide between them. Bucky was supposed to be responsible – the strong one. The one who says no. But they’ve been dancing around this for months and he knows he’s going to have to say something. Or do something.]

This is your thirteenth detention in a row.

[His hands are on his hips. The classroom is empty except for the two of them. His expression is disapproving.]

I’ll have to tell the headmaster if you continue on.

[He won’t.]

What will you tell her?

[The 7th yearer just smiles as he finishes up the detention work that Professor Barnes assigned to him. Maybe he is being a little...over eager with this plan of his, but it's gotten the object of his affection to finally notice him.

It's been an odd year. Most people gravitate towards him because of his veela bloodline. That pale blond hair, tan flawless skin, and golden bed room. He's beautiful and he knows it. So why hasn't his professor noticed yet he wonders? Or maybe he has.]

She probably just thinks I like being punished by you.

[He looks up from his work to give a quick smirk.]

You know what I'll tell her.

[Bucky doesn't actually know what he'd say to the headmistress. He won't bring up the very obvious flirting or the attempts to get his attention. Nor would he mention that it was working and that he knows that there are boundaries that Bucky was struggling to keep in line.]

Are you finished?

[He takes the assignment, briefly skimming it over even though he knows it'll be top notch work. Zevran is intelligent and good with his studies, if only he'd focus on something that wasn't his professor during class.

It's later in the evening, everyone in the Great Hall for supper, and Bucky takes this opportunity for what it is. Privacy.]

We have to talk about this.

[Bucky steps back to lean against his desk, legs crossed at the ankle.]

How old are you?

[Zevran smiles and leans back in his seat as he watches his professor read over his assignment. Of course it's perfect. He only goofs around when it gets him the attention he wants. His eyes flicker from his Professor's face, to his broad shoulders, and down his thick build. His eyes linger a bit longer on his thighs before those golden eyes shot back up to his face. His smile is a cocky smirk as he makes himself more comfortable in his chair, and crosses his arms over his chest.]

Old enough that The Trace no longer effects me.

[He's an adult in the eyes of Magic Society. He would be out in the world already if not for the fact that he had been home schooled, and his entire family had to flee the country during He-Who-Must-No-Be-Named's reign.]

So if it's that what's stopping you, I wouldn't worry too much of it.

[He's cocky. He knows it. He's pretty though, and he knows his effect on humans. How his professor lasted so long....well the man must have quite the will power.]

[Bucky barely catches himself before rolling his eyes at the way Zevran looks him over. He can almost feel the other’s eyes on him, lingering over his thighs, and that smirk – Bucky wants to kiss it off his lips.]

Good to know.

[His frown deepens. Zevran has Veela blood, everyone knows it, and Christ knows the kid doesn’t do anything to hide it. He told himself he wasn’t affected by it, and Bucky’s not sure that he really is. If Zevran were just a pretty face, Bucky wouldn’t want to be with him quite as much as he does. Which is entirely the problem.]

But it’s not the reason.

[Pulling his wand out, Bucky waves it towards the door. The illusion magic he casts makes it so that anybody that walks in won’t see anything but an empty room. He steps up to Zevran, extends a hand, and traces that smirk. Bucky increases the pressure of his fingertips until the smirk falls away and the Veela’s mouth opens.]

I’m your professor. There are boundaries and I don’t want to be the kind of man that breaks them.

[Zevran watches carefully as the wand is drawn out and waved. He stares at the sparkle of the magic leave the wand and wave through the air. He wonders what he did, he can take a wild guess that it is something for the room just in case someone walks in. He's about to ask, but then he feels a hand on his lips.

His eyes move up his face and lock with his. He can't help but think what a handsome man this is. His jaw relaxes and plush lips part. He wants to take those fingers in his mouth, make his cheeks hollow around them and give him a better idea of what he really wants in his mouth- but no it's being good. For now.]

Even if I'm telling you I want them broken?

Isn't that the problem?

[Every day Bucky cared a little bit less of the consequences. Every day he'd think of ways that it could happen, how careful they'd be. Now that he knows Zevran's age and they both know that they both want this, it's even harder to pull his hand back.]

You should care more about what happens if we get caught.

[His thumb dimples the soft, plump flesh of Zevran's lower lip and then he pulls his hand away, drops it to his side.]

I don't do flings. [He arches a brow, assuming this will be what drives them apart.] I don't do casual.

I don't.

[Care that is. Maybe he did a little, but his desires outweighed anything else in his mind. He's had these feelings all year, since the moment he saw his professor. He can't help it, and now that he knows the feeling is mutual he doesn't want anything to get in the way.]

Really?

[His head gives a slight tilt at that comment. He thought Professor Barnes would be a heartbreaker. He certainly looked like one. While Zevran only had hook ups and probably have kissed half of the students in his year, the thought of going steady with him didn't scare him too much.]

I've never been in anything serious.

[Neither has Bucky. He hasn't even thought of it. Everything happened so fast over the last couple of years, and he was still young enough that a serious relationship wasn't on his radar. Though, now that he's said it, even when he hadn't meant it, he decides that's the only way this is going to happen.]

If it's not serious, then it means we're not committed.

[His brow furrows, a frown pulling his lips down on one side.]

That's when people get caught.

[It almost sounds as if he's agreeing to do something, and he's getting way ahead of himself. Bucky feels foolish and way outside of his depths.]

I enjoy being a professor, Zevran. It's the first time I've ever felt like I had a place of my own.

No, I- [He understand that. The feeling of belonging somewhere. He loves this school, the fact that he had to leave it...well it had been a dark time for everyone back then. The last thing he wants is to cause the same thing that happened to him, to happen to Bucky. To be run out of the place you love like you didn't belong there.]

I understand that, and that's why we won't get caught.

[It sounds like Zevran is agreeing to be foolish as well. He leans closer to Bucky, his elbows on the table as he smiles.]

What say you?

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Come here.

[This isn't right repeats itself over and over, but the more he thinks it, the less true it sounds. They've technically only got a few years between them, and if Bucky wasn't a professor, nobody would think twice about them being together. It's a flimsy excuse but the only one he has.]

That's what I say.

[Bucky leans back against his desk, feet slightly parted and hands on his hips.]

[His smile spreads across his face when he hears that. All these last night detentions have finally paid off. He moves quickly and with all the grace his veela blood could give him.

In a few steps he is between his professor's legs. His hands rest on his knees, moving slowly upwards to his thighs.]

And here I am. [He grins as he leans closer still. His chest now against Bucky's as his eyes flash up and lock on Bucky's lips. Hoh how he hopes that they are on the same page right now.]

I can't promise I'll be good now that you have me.

[Bucky runs hot, he always has. Zevran's body pressed against him, hands on his knees, thighs, and he knows that there's no stopping now.]

I wouldn't have told you to come here if I wanted you to be good.

[Without any hesitation, he surges forward, and loops his arm around the top of Zevran's thighs, lifting him up and guiding his legs around Bucky's waist.

He turns them around and drops Zevran down onto his desk. Bucky pushes his palm low against his belly, pushing and pushing until he's bent backwards over the scrolls piled there.]

[His legs instant wrap around his waist for support. When he feels those hands around his thighs he nearly moans. He likes the feeling of his fingers spread and pushing against his skin. Instead it comes out as a grunt when he is dropped onto the desk. He could barely hear the sound of his own heart in this moment.]

Oh- more eager than I suspected, professor.

[He teases as he allows himself to be lowered onto the desk. His hands search for something of his to grab onto, it happens to be Bucky's own hands when he is finished pushing.]

[He's not going to lie and say he didn't want this. They both know that's not true, but Bucky does want to take control of the situation as much as he can. At least until Zevran's not in school anymore.]

First, we'll find a way to talk.

[Probably a two way pendant - tap it, say the incantation and the message, and only the person with the other pendant can read it and respond. He kisses Zevran's chin, tugs his hands free and pushes him onto those scrolls, not caring if they get flattened.]

Nothing that hasn't been planned first.

[He kisses just below his ear.]

Call me Bucky when we're alone.

Bucky.

[Zevran repeats as his heart starts to beat louder in his ears. He allows himself to be pushed back until he is lying full on the desk, blond hair splayed out over the wood and scrolls. His throat is suddenly dry and he licks his lips before he speaks.]

I know of something we can use.

[A locket that some of the 7th grade girls were talking about. How they have been using them to talk to their others late at night. He is sure that he could get a pair from Weasley's Wizard Wheezes. His voice is breathless as he speaks. He didn't except to lose the control he thought he had so quickly...he but couldn't say that he didn't like it. His head tilts slightly, trying to catch a kiss with his lips instead of skin, but he keeps missing.]

No surprises then? [He chuckles but nods his head. His hips start to rise just slightly, and roll against his.] I can handle that.

Good. Then we’ll use it.

[Bucky kisses down his throat, runs his tongue through the crease of where shoulder meets neck, nips the edge of his collarbone as hand rucks the material aside.]

No surprises. If we don’t work together, we’ll get sloppy.

[He curls an arm around, slips it down and drags one of Zevran’s hands to the globe of his ass, then reaches for the other.]

Always talk to me about what you want.

[He nudges Zevran’s thighs apart, rolls his hips hard.]

And what you don’t want.

What I want right now--

[Fingers tighten and squeeze the moment after his hand is placed on Bucky's rear. He grins as he places his other on the opposite cheek.]

Is you. [That cocky smirk returns to his face.]

You said we are working together. That means you tell me what you want too.

[His legs spread easily for Bucky. He shifts and moves just a few inches off the desk, but it's enough that when he pulls Bucky closer, theyou touch at the pelvis. He grins.]

Or what you dont.

Is that right?

[Bucky kind of wants to find out what it'd take to make that cocky smirk disappear. He's got a few ideas, but other than some light grinding and making out, Bucky's not really in the mood for fucking in the middle of his classroom. The spell would make it so nobody saw them, but no, they would have to wait.]

What I want is - [He kisses Zev on the mouth, slow and easy, rolling his hips.] Not to do this here.

[With a laugh, he pulls himself out of Zevran's arms and legs, and smooths his hair back as he straightens up.]

Let me escort you back to your room.

[He might not be in the mood, but Zevran surely is. Each roll of the hips gets his body loose, wanting more, and makes him hard against his zipper. He kisses back with want and lust laced on his lips as they move in a slow and licentious manner.

And then Bucky pulls away. He watches as he laughs and fixes his hair, while Zevran is left in quite the state. His smirk is gone for a moment and replaced with a look of confusion. He really thought he had him in his grasp. This man was getting more interesting by the second.]

Will we be continuing there?

[He bounces back with a wink and a smile as he pushes himself off of the desk and straightens his robes out.]

No.

[Bucky smooths out his robes, and his pants underneath, tipping his head to the side as he watches Zevran straighten up. He pulls his wand out, mutters under his breath, twists his wrist and reverses his earlier spell.]

Time to be on your best behavior.

[He crosses to the door, holding it open for Zevran to come with him. Bucky's still smiling, though it's taken on a professional edge, and he leads his student out into the hallway and towards some stairs. He asks him about his classes, if his studies are going well, and takes them down a small flight and through an archway, down another hall after.]

Hold your breath.

[He says abruptly, grabbing Zevran's forearm and tugging him to the side. They both push through the stone wall, the hard rock like a thick gel all around them. Bucky continues to pull until they're both free on the other side. They're now at the bottom landing of a small flight of stairs.]

You alright?

[Zevran straightens up as the door opens. He still looks cocky, but honestly when doesn't he. He keeps a decent distance between them, but he's close enough that his hands still brushes against his every once in awhile as they walk. He answers all the questions, and manages to avoid any innuendos just in case someone else might be listening.

He is confused at that command, but he holding his breath as they come to the wall and Bucky takes him arm. The feeling of the wall around them is always an uncomfortable feeling, but he does not complain. He is use to it from going to and from the Slytherin common room.]

Fine. [He says quickly and fixes his hair that might have been disheveled while going through the wall. He looks to the staircase and then around the hall and back to the steps. He hasn't seen this part of the castle yet. He has a few guesses what this might be those. His eyebrows raise high as he looks back at Bucky.]

Just where have you taken me, professor?

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My rooms.

[All the teachers had them. Spread out in different areas of the castle, and all with spells and enchantments to keep them hidden and protected. Bucky's was a well kept secret, though mostly as a challenge to himself to see how long he could keep it that way.

He's chosen to bring Zevran here and it's not a decision he made lightly.]

Come on.

[Bucky reaches for his hand, tugging him towards the steps and up them. At the small landing there's a plain door, and Bucky presses his palm to it to get it to open. Inside, the main room is modestly sized and set up with a few couches and cushions to make his guests comfortable. There are two doors, one to the left and one to the right.]

That's my bedroom and over there's the bathroom. Never brought anyone in here before.

[He releases his hand, pulling his robes off and tossing them - they swirl and evaporate from sight.]

And I have the honor of being the only guest?

[Nice. Zevran's eyes widen for a moment. So this is his professor's room....cozy. He grins as he look around and watches with robes disappear into mid-air. What a helpful trick. He wants to learn something like that, but he wonders if it was actually a spell or just the room.]

It's certainly better than our own dorms.

[Definitely less crowded. He starts to wonder though if he could get inside this room without Bucky. It seems that the door is fitted to respond just to him, but He would test that out at another time. He starts pulls his own robes off and tugs to loosen his green and silver tie.]

I made it. Sort of.

[Bucky drops down on the couch, kicking his legs out and conjuring a cushion underneath them before they've had a chance to hit the ground.]

Before school started the headmistress helped me pick a space and fix it up.

[He shrugs, patting the seat beside him. It was comfortable here, but it wasn't permanent.]

I'm the only one who can pass through unless I've given permission. As long as you're careful not to be followed, you'll be able to come through whenever you want.

[Bucky, though he'd had and still has reservations, isn't a half-assed kind of guy. He's all in when he's in at all.]

Want somethin' to drink?

I'll be careful. I don't want anyone else taking your attention.

[He is swift in accepting the invitation and sits down next to Bucky on the couch. He doesn't see the point in giving space after they just kissed and he was pretty much bent over the desk. He leans against Bucky, his head on the others shoulder.]

Oh...something warm might be nice.

I'm not warm enough for you?

[Magic is intertwined into every part of their lives, but he tries not to be lazy and conjure when his hands work just fine. But the thing is, now that they're on the couch, Bucky isn't really feeling like moving. He flicks his wand, snagging two cups of hot cider from midair, and hands one to Zev.

He takes a sip, staring off at nothing before wrapping an arm around the other's shoulders, pulling him tight against his side.]

Tell me something about yourself.

You mean besides that I am charming, handsome, and witty?

[He grins as he takes a cup of warm cider and snuggles closer Bucky. He's right, he is warm. Zevran likes being close to such a handsome and warm body. It helps that Zevran has more than just a physical attraction to his teacher]

[Bucky rubs his palms back and forth over Zevran's bicep, glancing down at him with an amused expression.]

Yeah, you're all that, but.

[He sets the cup back in front of them, suspended and floating, so that he can free up his hand to tip Zevran's chin up.]

That's not what I meant. [He rubs his thumb across Zevran's lower lip with a sigh.] I want to get to know you.

I'm an open book.

[He smiles, nipping playfully at his thumb.]

All you have to do is ask.

[His hand comes to Bucky's, and he brings it to his lips to kiss at his palm. He wants all the affection he can get right now, since he knows that things won't be the same when they leave.]

[Maybe they could get to know each other better another time. Yeah, when they’re sending messages back and forth and couldn’t touch each other.]
You ever been with someone like me?

[He slips his hand up Zevran’s arm and cups his jaw, thumb moving over his cheek.]

Let’s play a game. [Bucky takes Zevran’s cup and sets it aside.] To get to know each other. I ask a question you answer it.

Where do I like to be kissed most?

Like you? Do you mean older or Russian?

[He smiles before he leans a little closer. His head follows his hand without struggle. He likes this. The closeness, that they are speaking not as student and teacher but as something else, what that 'else' is he still isn't quite sure.]

You? Well, if I had to guess.

[He smirks.]

I'd say your neck.

Both, I suppose.

[It's not what he meant, really, but it's enough for now. They have plenty of time to talk about all of that later.]

Yeah.

[Bucky's hand slips back down, curling at Zevran's hip, gently urging him forward until his other hand can reach the Veela's other side. He tugs him into his lap, straddling his thighs. He leans his head back against the couch, a smirk on his own mouth as he looks up at the younger man.]

Now you answer it and ask me a question.

As long as we kiss, it doesn't matter where really.

[He smiles as he gladly moves on top of Bucky. His thighs give his legs a squeeze as one hand moves to the back of the couch and he leans in.]

But I like my neck and ears I think the most.

[He says is quietly, as a whisper almost before he looks back at him and smiles.]

When did you realized you wanted me?

[Bucky purses his lips as if in careful thought, though he remembers the exact moment he'd considered wanting him and the moment he'd allowed himself to. One was extremely recent, the other wasn't.]

It wasn't when we'd first met.

[He lifts a hand and tugs Zevran closer, using the hold on his chin to tip his head to the side.]

Anyone would find you attractive, but. [He pulls the Veela closer, pressing his mouth to his throat below his ear.] I didn't let myself think of you that way at first.

[He mouths along the shell of his ear.]

I felt you watching me, and I smiled at you. Your smile, it felt genuine. I wanted you then.

[Zevran lets Bucky's hand tilt and move him like putty. His hands are warm, gentle, and cause his skin to break out into goosebumps. He likes it.]

A smile? That's all it took?

[He sounds a little breathless as he feels those lips on the side of his neck and ear.] I need to smile at you all the time then.

A real smile.

[It hadn't been flirtatious or forced. Bucky had felt he'd gotten a little glimpse of the real Zevran and that's what had drawn him in.]

You should smile at me all the time. [Bucky drops his hands to Zevran's hips, pushing him close, and kissing his way down to suck a small mark at Zevran's collarbone.]

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