Demus Oneshots

Detention

WARNING: Some sexual language

Janus sighed and threw his bag down on the nearest chair in the detention hall. He sat down next to his bag heavily and propped his feet up on the table.

"Well, hello hot stuff." Janus looked around at the voice. He rolled his eyes at the other boy and turned back to the front of the hall. "What are you in for?"

Janus pulled his hair out of the ponytail and carded his fingers through it, shaking it out. "Isn't it obvious?" He asked, gesturing to his uniform. The boy's eyes trailed the length of Janus' body but he didn't answer. "I wore a skirt to school, asshat." Janus snapped.

The boy put his hands up in the air. "Okay, hot stuff, no need to get so defensive."

"Could you not call me that?" Janus asked. "My name's Janus and I'd appreciate if you use it."

"Janus?!" The boy repeated, laughing. "That's a stupid name, sweetheart."

"I'm aware." Janus said. "Anyway, what'd you get saddled with?"

"What, for my name or my crime?" The boy asked. Janus shrugged.

"Either."

"Remus." The boy said. "And let's see if you can guess what I'm here for."

Janus shrugged and stood up, grabbing his bag. "Okay, let's see." He said as he walked to the back of the class. "You're rude, very forward, annoying and annoyingly flirty-"

"Don't forget hot, sweetheart." Remus said, grinning. Janus raised an eyebrow at him.

"That's debatable." He said. "Let me see... you got caught with another student." Remus laughed.

"Oh, how innocent you think I am." He said. "You seen that new substitute around? Really young, desperately hot?" Janus raised an eyebrow but said nothing. "Turns out they're a sub in more than one way."

"You're nauseating." Janus said. Remus laughed and grinned. "But you're telling me I got a detention with a literal fuck boy just for wearing a skirt?"

Remus shrugged. "Yeah, ain't you lucky?"

"Oh, yes, I'm lucky to get a detention." Janus said sarcastically. He went to the back of the hall and threw his bag down on a chair.

"Hey, hey, hey, where you going?" Remus asked, swivelling around in his chair.

"Somewhere where I can see if you're checking me out."

"Aw, d'you not trust me, sweetheart?" Remus asked. Janus raised an eyebrow at him. "Oh, I'm deeply hurt."

"Suffer." Janus said, pulling a book out of his bag. "We're here for a whole hour and you'd better not talk to me again."

Remus puffed out a breath indignantly. "Charming." He muttered, turning back to face the front of the hall.

"Hey, sweetheart." Janus rolled his eyes and didn't answer. "Janus! Sweetheart! Hot stuff! Dadd-"

"What do you want?" Janus snapped. Remus grinned.

"What book you reading?" He asked, leaning his chin on the back of his chair.

"The Man who Mistook his Wife for a Hat." Janus muttered. "It's about neurology and psychology. Really interesting."

"Beautiful and smart, huh?" Remus mused. "Damn, I hit the jackpot."

"You can dream, fuck boy." Janus said, turning a page in his book. "But you're not hitting any of this."