It had been a month since the two of them had been on a case. Luke decided to pour vodka into the professor's tea. He hadn't really pictured anything past the actual act of spiking the tea. He wasn't hoping that the professor would get drunk enough to do a dance, or sing some folk song, or tell Luke all about his childhood and start crying about his lost innocence. He wasn't hoping for anything like that. He simply wanted to know if the professor would notice.

He didn't. Luke told the professor that he had added a secret ingredient when the professor asked, but apparently Layton had never touched vodka—or possibly any alcohol whatsoever—and was unable to pin the distinct flavor as anything but an exotic herb that Luke stumbled upon while shopping in some district of town little known to the professor.

Pretty soon Layton had downed two whole pots of tea. After he downed the first one, he asked Luke to make some more. Luke didn't have a good reason for refusing—he couldn't very well tell the professor his tea was spiked—and so resolved to stealing a few cups of it for himself here and there, in order to lessen the professor's alcoholic intake. Even so, he estimated that Layton had drunk the equivalent of about seven shots, over the course of two hours.

Luke knew his own threshold for drinking. He felt about at the same level of drunkenness as he did when he had about three shots in one hour. Factoring in an hour's processing time per drink, Luke figured that the professor had had more or less two drinks more than Luke. He was plastered.

The prank was not one of Luke's proudest moments, but he was far past the point of regret. All Luke could do was try to drag the professor upstairs, get him to drink some water, and hopefully get him into bed unharmed. He managed to coax two glasses down the professor's throat before he stood up suddenly, and declared that he had to "take a piss". He marched down the hall, leaving Luke momentarily stunned. When the professor returned his pants were unzipped and his shirt was only partially tucked in.

Luke tried his best to get Layton safely out of his clothes and into bed, but in his drunkenness, his shirt gone and his pants only half-on, the professor stumbled. He tried to hold onto Luke to steady himself, but that only caused Luke to lose his balance as well. Luke fell backwards onto the bed, the professor right on top of him.

Luke had never noticed, but at that moment, with a bit of a flush in the professor's cheeks, he was quite attractive. Luke had just come to this realization when the professor leaned down and kissed him.

If Luke had been more on his guard he would have avoided the professor's advance, but what was the point? The professor always got what he wanted in the end, whether it was a particular kind of tea for the evening, or setting Luke's bedtime. And hadn't Luke just been thinking about how cute the professor was? And what harm would a little love-making do, really?

So he yielded, and the professor's tongue snaked its way into Luke's mouth. Luke moaned and thrusted up into the professor's hips. Layton's deft hands made short work of Luke's clothing, and pretty soon his knees were up to his chest and the professor had a finger prodding and poking around in Luke's ass. Then there were two fingers, making a scissoring motion to widen the entrance. When the professor added a third finger Luke clenched his teeth and shut his eyes in pain, and the professor paused.

"Does that hurt?" he asked. "Do you want me to stop?"

Luke looked up at the professor. His eyes were clear and sure. Luke had a feeling that Layton was far less drunk than he was letting on. But for some reason Luke really wanted this, so he ignored it.

"I'm fine, professor. Don't stop."

He didn't. Luke could hardly catch his breath, or really even move, since the professor was holding his shoulders down. All Luke could do was clutch the sheets and gasp in pleasure whenever the professor happened to prod some particularly sensitive spot inside him. Soon the professor knew just about where those spots were, and he started aiming for them. And then Luke couldn't control himself anymore. His breathing hitched and he started moaning out "oh, Professor" and crying "don't stop, never stop, please," and feeling utterly embarrassed for himself but not even caring, because if everything could feel this good he would never need anything again.

And then the professor bent down and sucked a kiss onto Luke's neck, and it was too much. His voice cracked and all of his muscles seized up as a new and wonderful feeling took over. Then it receded, and was replaced by a strange feeling of contentment.

He let the professor pull him gently into bed with him, and fell asleep with his cheek resting on the professor's warm chest.

Author's Note:

I don't know if anything will come of this. I've got a few more scribblings in my notebook, but this might be all that actually gets posted. Who knows. If I do add more, it'll be very sporadically. If you like it let me know and I'll try to expand it. Thanks guys!