A Midsummer Night's Fetish

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  Being a teacher was a helluva lot more work than he had anticipated. He may even argue that it was more work than killing people; and he had been killing for years. He'd been teaching for a solid three weeks. It was a painful cover job while he was working in the background, but simultaneously better than nothing. However, despite how much of a pain it was to deal with the occasional horny young adult and radical feminist student, Noct found himself slightly enjoying the teaching environment. Perhaps because he was a sadist and having control over other people made him feel good. His slight liking for teaching escalated even higher when a certain blonde entered the classroom, causing him to snap out of his daydream. Prompto was his name...and hot damn, did he want him. Noct had never been one for asking — if he wanted something — or someone, for that matter — he would have it. And he had his sights set on Prompto. As the blonde passed by his desk, Noct reached out for the camera strap tied around his neck and yanked it, pulling his student toward him. "Oi, Argentum. I need your homework assignment from yesterday." Was there an assignment yesterday? Fuck if he remembered. The only reason he pulled Prompto over here was to talk to him. "U—Um, Professor Caelum, there wasn't any homework yesterday. But I did take a few photos for extra credit." Ah, so there wasn't. Awkward. Noct tilted his head at the mention of "extra credit". Why? "Prom— Argentum," he corrected himself, "you have a ninety-nine in the class. You don't need extra credit." Prompto laughed, shaking his head as he removed the camera from around his neck. "There's always room for improvement. And Professor, you're only four years older than me — I don't mind if you address me by my first name." 

 "I would call you by your first name, but that would informalize — is that a word? — our conversations." Noct said, kicking his feet up on his desk. Prompto merely shook his head and laughed again before putting his camera down. "Whatever you say, Professor. Just take a look at the pictures I took during class and mark me up." Prompto said, smiling sweetly before taking his seat directly in front of Noct's desk. "Alright, class. I really don't feel like teaching today, so just sit your asses down and watch this movie. If I see one of you acting up, you'll regret it." Noct announced, flipping off the lights and turning the projector on. As the movie played and most of the students put their heads down, he began flipping through the camera Prompto had given him. There were pictures of trees and dogs, but nothing could have prepared him for what he saw after that; a whole string of naked photos of the seemingly innocent blonde student. Noct shifted in his chair, his cheeks so red he wouldn't be surprised if they were glowing in the darkness of his classroom. There were ones of Prompto touching himself just about everywhere, ones of him being oh-so-coy — and yet all of them held the same artist mastery that his photos always did. "A—Argentum," he stuttered out, one of his hands covering the ever-growing erection in his pants. "Detention." Prompto looked over at him, his face utterly confused. "Professor, there's no such thing as detention in coll—" he began, causing Noct to slam his hand down on the desk. "Just...just see me after class."

  When the class was over and done with, Prompto shuffled his way over to Noctis' desk with a pout on his face. Damnit, he was cute. "What the hell did you give me?" He asked, pretending to be upset. In reality, he wanted to thank the heavens for such a gift. "What do you mean? I just gave you pictures of some dogs. They're my aunt's." He said, causing Noct to pick up the camera and shuffle through the photos until he landed on a naked one. "While it is artistic and your angles are good, I don't think I was asking for nudes, Promp— Argentum." Prompto's face grew red as he quickly scrambled for the camera. Noct, amused, wretched it away. "Hey, Professor! Those aren't for you!" This caused Noctis to raise a brow and begin flipping through the photos again. "Oh, really? Who are they for, then?" This caused Prompto to fidget uncomfortably, tugging at his shirt. "Um...I—I don't know, okay!? I was just...trying something different!" Noctis waved the camera before sadistically giggling — oh, this would be fun. "I have a little...proposition. If you come stay after class every day, I won't say a word about these...scandalous pictures." Prompto shook his head in disbelief. "St—Stay...after? Why?" With a leisurely sigh, Noct put the camera down and grabbed the collar of Prompto's shirt. "Oh, y'know..." he smirked his signature smirk and connected their lips deviously before departing. "...stuff." 

 When their lips met, Prompto immediately found himself swooning. It took a split second for him to realize just what he was doing, however — after that, he quickly yanked away. "P—Professor Caelum, get off!" He whined, pushing at Noctis' cheeks. In response, Noct simply sighed and leaned back in his seat. "Fine. But don't you dare pretend you didn't like it. You'll be staying after class with me every day until I deem you cleared. You can't just give me naked photos and expect me not to blackmail you." He said, as if it were common knowledge. "O—Okay, Professor Caelum. Fine." Prompto slung his bag over his shoulder, one hand still lingering on his lips as he thought about what had just happened. "That's a good boy. I promise you won't regret it." Noct said, winking seductively before leaning back in his chair, staring at Prompto's delicious ass as he left the room. Well, that was easier than he expected.

 The next day of class, it took everything he had for Noct to keep from laughing maniacally as Prompto walked into class with a sour look on his face. Damnit, he was adorable. "Alright, class — here's your test." He smirked, waving a fat wad of papers around. The class simultaneously erupted into chaos. "T—Test? On what?" Prompto sputtered out, scrambling to his bag. This only caused Noct to lick his lips as he began passing out the test to each student. "I knew you little assholes wouldn't pay attention to the movie yesterday. And I'm feeling mean. -er than usual. Pay attention next time I show a movie to the class, hm?" Prompto sighed, a look of anguish on his face. Near the middle of class, while Noct was aimlessly counting the tiles on the ceiling, a sinister idea crawled into his mind. He scribbled some choice words on a piece of paper before flashing it to Prompto. "Wanna fuck?" The second the blonde saw it, he gasped. This of course caused the other students to snap up from their tests, making Noctis stash the paper away. But not before saying a single word. "Detention."

  After class ended, Noctis tugged Prompto over to his desk by the collar on his shirt. "Oh, what a pity. I anticipated you wearing a button-up today so I could rip it off. How unfortunate." Noct sighed, frowning as he tugged at Prompto's polo. "You look stupid in polos. Wear flannels or graphic t-shirts from now on." This immediately caused Prompto to grimace and slap Noctis' hand away. "My mom picked out this shirt for me! And Professor Caelum, don't you think it's a little much to dictate my wardrobe?" Prompto interjected, causing Noct to groan and shake his head. "Do you wanna pass the class or not? Because if so, I would wear a black and red flannel the next time you come to class." "But I don't even ha—" Noct put a finger to his student's lips, silencing him instantly. "Go buy one. I'll give you extra credit on that test you just bombed if you do. If you don't, your grade will be dropped to a thirty. Now, hot stuff," Noct smirked and slapped Prompto's ass, causing the blonde to yip like a chihuahua. "Out of my classroom."