Bad Fanfic w/ Button and Blondie: SELF-WRITES

Give Me All You've Got (Five Hargreeves x Avery Handel)

SYNOPSIS: set in the Commission Academy when Avery and Five are both sixteen. Five is left embarrassed after completely bombing a sword-fighting class. When Avery offers to tutor him, things only go south...

WARNINGS: oral sex (both characters giving and receiving), fingering, swords, blood, Sub!Avery, Dom!Five, public sex/exhibitionism

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Five trudged down the hallway back to his room; it was as though someone had dumped a weight on his shoulders. Of course, I ran up to him and attempted to jump onto his back to which he scowled.

"Well someone's miserable this evening," Five didn't respond to me, "was it because I was better than you again?" I scanned his mind and turns out I wasn't half wrong.

We had been doing sword training in lessons today and obviously I was the best in the class. Five? Not so much. He'd nearly killed multiple of our classmates (myself included) and his technique was poor to say the least. It was fair to say that today's lesson had been a knock to his confidence.

"Look, if you're just going to mock me for my abysmal sword skills, don't bother. Okay?" I sighed and took his arm, dragging him off to my room without telling him why. Of course he was confused but by this point he's used to me dragging him off to places without much explanation. Also he trusted me. After all, I had been the one to save him from the apocalyptic wasteland that he had ended up in.

"Hargreeves, I will teach you how to use a sword effectively. It'll be just me and you, sound good?" I leaned up against my bedroom wall, eyeing up the scandalous painting of a woman in lingerie before turning my face back to Five.

"Fine. In the courtyard at dusk though." I clapped my hands in glee and gave his cheek a kiss in happiness. I promised him that he wouldn't regret it as I headed downstairs to help my mother with some mundane chore.

It seemed like dusk didn't arrive for days but when it did, I was already waiting by the rose bushes for Five. He finally arrived, his hair still wet and slightly curled: he had certainly made an effort with his slightly unbuttoned dress shirt and smart trousers. Meanwhile I still looked someone's missing e-girl. I waved over at him with one of the swords I had borrowed from the Commission's stock (it was, of course, intricate in design) to which he hurried over, checking behind him constantly.

"Well you're overdressed." Five rolled his eyes at me, snatching the sword from my grasp whilst I chuckled at his sore attitude. I picked by my own sword, gifted to me by my birth mother (still a piece of shit but French nobility so it's forgiven), and twirled it around in my hand. The rubies glittered under the setting sun and gave light to the transcription on the base of the blade.

"A V O M R Handel?" Five looked up at me, completely perplexed by what he had just read. Before he could open his mouth to ask, I answered his coming question.

"My full initials.Unsurprisingly, French aristocrats love to give their children ridiculously long names," he went to ask me what my full name was when I interrupted him again, "Aurelié Valentine Octavie Marceli-Rose Handel. Tell anyone and I'll kill you." Five held back snickers before I held my sword to his throat as a solid reminder that I could very easily kill him. He went silent and cleared his throat.

Five got himself into some ridiculous position (like he was about to start boxing me like an enraged kangaroo) and tried to twirl his sword around his fingers before nearly dropping it on his feet. I rolled my eyes and picked it up for him.

"Well, first thing is that you look ridiculous with that stance: we're not about to fight somebody. The thing about sword fighting is that it's less about trying to kill and more about showing off your prowess. Now stand confidently." I tapped him on the back and he soon fixed his posture. I gave him an approving smile and took his hand, fixing the way he held his sword; I couldn't help but admire his slender fingers in the orange glow of the sky. The veins in his arms popped out as his fist tensed around the sword.