The untold (SCP high NSFW one-shots)

maths kill. (SCP-682 x SCP-079)

We all know Maths suck, right? Well, imagine if the professor teaching it is also the one you hate the most.
682, believe it or not, was very clever. He just didn't want to waste his intellect in something he hated. He was a nihilist, asocial piece of trash, yet it was just barely noticeable for someone who doesn't know him well.
All of his sidekicks were one more dumb than the other, except for 079. Good lord, at least he could do equations and shit. That's why he wanted him to come over every weekend to do private lessons, which led to playing videogames after half an hour or less.
That day was one of them. They were trying to solve this one problem.
"Ok... if a is negative, why does it turn positive here?"
"I just told you, lazy ass. I am starting to wonder if you are really listening to me." They were stuck on this line for ten minutes, and 079 was evidently losing his marbles.
Every deep yawn of the tanned, buff boy made his eye twitch in frustration.
"Oi, don't act like that. You seem like Iceberg if he had periods."
"I'm just trying to make you understand. You don't want to repeat this year too, am I right?"
"Of course not. I just want it to end asap." He grabbed the pencil more firmly. The boy with white locks started explaining again. After finishing the equation, they started another. 682 was already exhausted. He looked at his companion. His black and white hair swinging softly as he moved his head from the copybook to the excercise book, then to his phone's calculator, then again to his copybook, following the pencil's lines as he wrote down numbers, letters, symbols. He bit his lip, concentrating on explaining. 682 unconsciously bit his lips, too. He wasn't really listening anymore, but his voice, his nasal voice, was worth hearing. He seemed so professional.
"Have you kissed anyone before that night?" The guy interrupted, making him turn towards him, confused.
"I'm sorry, wha-"
"Was it your first kiss? When we got drunk and played truth or dare with the others." (W.N.: I am referring to a chapter in the original fanfic, go check it!)
"That isn't inherent to algebra."
"Don't change topic. I need to know." He was serious.
"I..." he turned bright red. "...no, I haven't."
"Oh." He rested his chin on his fist. "That is a shame. First kisses are something more memorable than that."
"...now back to algebra, if we-" 682 interrupted him again, pulling him close in a kiss, a deep, passionate kiss. His rough lips met the thin ones of 079, surprised of that sudden action. That was so fucking random he thought he just made up that scene in his mind. Of course, he didn't pull out. He dreamed a scene like this since they met, why should he have pulled out? No, instead he litter himself go, wrapping his arms around the thick neck of the other, without noticing the copybook falling from his knees to the floor. 682 pulled away after awhile. "Here. That's what a first kiss should be like." He sat back up. "Where were we?"
"682, hang on. I need to ask you... something... too." 079 started playing with the edge of his shirt. "Was that your first kiss, too?"
"Nope..." He admitted.
"Oh. Yeah that was kind of obvious." He chuckled, hiding his evident embarrassment.
"You're so cute when you're like this. Full homo."
"Hahaha, tha- wait weren't you supposed to say no-" he stopped himself, changing his expression to confused to shocked. "Oh sweetest baby Jesus" 079 threw himself onto the other, pulling him in another kiss and pulling him onto himself as he laid on the bed. 682 took off the other's glasses, putting them onto the bedside table. 682 slowly slid an hand onto the other's curves, -figuratively, he was actually like a broomstick with a Metallica shirt on it- reaching it under his trousers.
"W-wait, 682, aren't your parents gonna hear us?" 079 looked at him, but his sight was blurry, so he was squinting his eyes.
"Pff, please. They're deafer than an old man. Plus, they never check on me."
"Oh..." he wasn't sure whether to say it was a good or bad thing, he just shut up in doubt. 682 slid his hand deeper, making 079 squeal another worried thing:"W-wait still! I cannot do it with all this silence... lemme put some music." He couldn't have kept procrastinating it, but at least music made him less worried. He jerked off many times listening to Nirvana, so he was used to it. He put Pierce the Veil - King For A Day, then laid back. 682 started rubbing his member slowly and 079 started groaning, trembling wildly. His hand were around the other's neck, grasping his long hair tightly as his callous hands touched his sensible parts. 079's laments were louder over time, and after a few minutes he uttered "682, I won't re-resist much longer!"
In this moment, 682's fast movements stopped. "This soon? You didn't even let me have fun, too~ turn around."
079 was panting, and obeyed the other's order. He stood on all fours, waiting for whatever 682 was thinking to do. He felt strong hands pulling down his pants, then something thrusting in him hard. He gasped as the other started taking a rhythm, moaning his name over and over. He rested his head on the pillow, wetting it with sweat and saliva, and tried to muffle his screams into it. He felt the moment near, and he came with one other, louder groan. The other didn't wait much longer to come, too. One little pause of silence between the two let the music, which now had changed to The Black Heart Procession- Release My Heart. There was silence when they got dressed, again. There was silence until they could breathe fine again.
"That was-"
"Thank you." 079 uttered, smiling slightly. "I-I've been waiting for it for a long time now. I'm sure you-"
"That was my first time, too." 682 confessed.
"...did't you tell me about that time with Aè?"
"I lied... I just didn't want anyone to know I-"
"It's ok, 682. I won't say anything."
"Good."
"Good." The two ended the awkward conversation. "Should we continue?"
"Let's clean up first."
"Oh, yeah, right."