Author's Notes:

Hi, I posted this story on AO3 2 years ago, and decided to continue it. It is under the name Laprima. So this story may be disturbing for a lot, especially for those of you who like canon Ema. This story contains M!Ema and almost every character might be ooc, but I tried to keep them in character, just a bit dirtier. I had this idea in my head for quite some time now and I thought it would be nice to finally write it. I'm not the best at writing, but I'm giving it a shot, improvement always comes after awhile after all. Anyways, enjoy the story, and I hope that you would give some constructive criticism in how I make writing this story better.

Ema strutted through the long, boring corridors of the university, smirking to himself as he overheard a bunch of college girls wooing over just the sight of him. He knew he was looking good today, like

always, but being the good little gentle man he was, he didn't swoon over himself unlike the females who did when they caught a glimpse of the man.

He brought a hand up, lightly messing with his brunet locks as he entered the lecture room, eyeing the room he's been going in and out of for the past two years. A sigh escaped pink lips as he sat where he usually did, in front of the class, feeling perturbed as nothing exciting was really happening in his daily routine, but that all changed when the professor came, sporting a rich, blue suit with his hair resting neatly on the side of his shoulder.

Ema's breath hitched as he watched his professor set his things on the wooden desk in front, watching the man's broad shoulders move, just imagining how toned they would feel under his touch.

'Fuck, fuck, Ema shit, focus on class and listen to the pretty prof. You'll lose your fucking scholarship you dimwit.' He mentally scolded himself. He wasn't exactly getting the required grades for the course, as his mind drifted off to the blonde he so much adored, and it was starting to affect his scholarship. He was having to work harder on other classes just to make up for his low grades on this one, and it tired him out more than ever when he went to his part time job in the bar near his university, the Wonder Bar.

Though, berating himself did nothing to stop him from ogling at the professor, his lesson going from one ear to the other. He took a moment to be thankful for his perfect eye sight as he took in every detail of the man, various images of how he would be in bed entering the brunet's head. How his lips would quiver under Ema's touch.

"...Skye?"

How the tan skin would be sweating, slightly red from the heat of the moment as his fingers would claw on Ema's pale back.

"...Mr. Skye?"

How he would moan for more, asking- begging him for more as the brunet would pound into-

"Mr. Skye." The tone was stern, voice lowering an octave as he placed a hand on the day dreaming student's desk. Heat rushed up to Ema's pale cheeks, finally realizing that he was in class and not copulating with his beloved professor. Luckily, he wasn't hard. Yet.

The professor looked down on his student, watching those blue eyes widening in awareness, dark lashes long, almost touching pale cheeks whenever he blinked. Ema was an attractive student, Kristoph Gavin, the man who the brunet fell for, had to admit. However, he wasn't as bright as he would have wished, since he barely got above average grades whenever the blond would give quizzes. The student was always in a daze, head above the clouds somewhere far away from his lecture. And today was no exception of course.

Ema rubbed the back of his neck due to embarrassment, knowing that he probably gained the attention of the whole class. He gulped, running his hand through his hair lightly. "W-what was the question again, Mr. Gavin?"

There was small giggles here and there from the class, and it only made the already red cheeks turn into a deeper shade. The professor all but sighed, and the class took that as their sign to shut up.

"As I was saying, Mr. Skye, you got a B- for the previous quiz. And you know as well as I do that that's clearly not enough if you want to maintain your scholarship. I suggest you start taking my

classes seriously, chemistry is a major course. So please actually do listen to my lecture, is that understood." It was more of a demand that a question.

"Yes sir, Mr. Gavin!" Needless to say, the professor was satisfied with Ema's motivated reply and proceeded with his lecture, the brunet fortunately listening this time.

"Well look at you, all blushing and shit." Maya, his coworker, nudged him playfully, the girl tying her hair in a half bun as Ema wiped the bar counter clean of any spilt alcohol, fussing at the girl.

"You were in class today. You know what happened." He groaned, throwing the rag he had been using at the basket where it belonged. Maya smiled from ear to ear, white teeth showing as she eyed the hot brunet.

Ema rolled his eyes, ignoring the raven haired girl as he resumed to cleaning, wiping some shot glasses this time until they were sparkling clean.

"You know Mr. Gavin is gay right?"

The glass almost slipped out of his hold as blue eyes widened, instantly going to the girl who was smirking at him. "You are not serious!" He asked incredulously, putting the shot glass on the bar counter as to avoid dropping it by accident.

Maya giggled, leaning on the freshly wiped counter and sitting on it, the brunet in too much shock to argue. "Mhmm. You didn't have a shift yesterday. And he came in here with another guy, bigger than him. Muscles and all that manly crap. They went to one of the private rooms too! He probably bottomed!" Both of them squealed in excitement, Ema practically fainting at the information at hand.

"Fuuuuck! That is just a dream come true- not that I mind giving him my ass, but I'd definitely love to shove my cock in his~"

"Gross," Maya stuck her tongue out, and Ema winked at her, pretending to flirt. "Buuut, if it actually happens, do tell me all the juicy details!" She grinned and Ema could only scoff at her, gesturing her to shoo away.

"Excuse me little lady, but why do I have to? So you can share my exciting sex life with your dear Mr. Wright?" That earned him a small punch to the shoulder, but it was totally worth it. The girl was whining, tugging lightly at the sleeve of his uniform in an attempt at her desperation.

"Don't be such a dick, Em! I'm your bestieee, we tell everything to each other!" She insisted, the male rolling his eyes once more.

"Bestie and yet you won't tell me Nick's size."

"Ew of course not! That's confidential! And I know you're hotter than me, you could easily steal Nick with a blink of an eye!" She defended herself, the thought of Phoenix going gay for her best friend giving her different levels of goosebumps mixed with a pinch of insecurity.

"So you don't trust Nick?" He raised a brow. Maya shrugged.

"I do, but you know. You can make anyone gay with a pout or a bat of your fucking long eye lashes! I still don't believe that those aren't extensions!"

"Just why the hell would I put eye lash extensions? They sound painful, and scientifically speaking,

they could rip off the natural lashes!" He countered as the raven haired girl tossed her arms in defeat.

"Fine, fine, you win this round. But tell me if you ever bed the guy okaaaay?" She sighed and went back to topic. Ema sighed as well, not to happy about having to share how supposedly was his very amazing night with the professor would be, but it would be nice to actually have someone to tell it to.

"Fine, but dick sizes will be confidential." He stuck his hand out for her to shake.

Maya smiled, mood definitely going up as she shook the hand laid before her. "Deal! Oh, and before I forget, I'm going home early, Nick's finally gonna move in my apartment so I have to help him!"

Ema pouted, bottom lip sticking out a bit as he made those puppy eyes he knew Maya couldn't resist. "Aww, you're gonna leave me alone to defend myself? What if someone grabs my ass?"

"You're behind the counter! The only one who'll be grabbing that ass is Mr. Gavin when he finally gets all touchy touchy with you~"

"Sounds exciting." He chuckled, running a hand through his mess of a hair and letting it frame on his handsome face. He felt Maya's eyes on him, and he turned to look at her.

"Ewww stop undressing me with your eyes, bar's about to open, I can't play with you- ow!" Ema gasped as the girl took his most cherished bag of snackoos and snackooed him square in the forehead. He looked offended, as if someone had called him out for being the smooth mother fucker he is.

Ema snatched the snackoos out of Maya's grasp, holding the bag close to his chest all too dramatically. "How dare you steal my love from me!"

"It's food!"

"It's mine!" He growled playfully and kissed the bag of snacks before hiding it somewhere he deemed safe. He gave the girl a small glare, but Maya couldn't help but giggle at her friend.

"So cute Em ugh, I could fuck you right now if I wasn't taken." She padded towards him and squished all over the brunet's face, Ema trying to pull away from the grabby hands of his coworker.

"Ugh- Maya let go! You'll ruin my chances with Gavin! Ah shit stahp- no stop Maya!" He gasped and started laughing as Maya started blowing on his ears, which were unfortunately his weak spot.

He pulled himself away from the girl, panting heavily as his cheeks, and the tips of his ears went red, pouting at Maya and crossing his arms. "You're so mean to me. Go flip the fucking sign."

"Yes snackoos, I'm on my way!"

The bar wasn't filled yet, not much people bustling around at the golden hour of clubbing. Maya had already left, leaving Ema all to himself. The people who were there though, were crowding in the dance floor, too immersed in the music, sweaty bodies dancing, grinding, and rubbing against each other. The brunet found it disgusting, but who was he to judge. He could have picked a decent cafe instead of a bar to work at after all.

"Ja, let's go!" He heard a loud voice scream. The male's eyes darted towards the source of the silky voice, wondering how he could have been louder than all the noise in the damned place.

Ema's eyes widened, mouth ajar as he stared at the man before him, licking his lips as he suddenly felt so parched.

There in front of him, stood an almost exact replica of his professor. The face so strikingly similar that the brunet almost thought it was Kristoph himself. The man's skin was a tad bit tanner than the other, and his body not as broad and as muscular, but still toned and sexy. His hair was shorter, tips barely reaching the lean shoulders. Ema eyed the man as if he was candy, not believing for a second that a man could look so much like the man he was crushing on.

He felt a lump on his throat as the blond approached the bar, along with a friend, who for some reason got lost in the crowd as the male made his way to get his beverage. The blond didn't seem to care though.

He sat himself in front of the bartender, who was staring at him, awestruck. He raised a blond brow at the male. "I'm guessing the man behind the counter had too much to drink?" His thick accent only adding more to his charm.

Ema quickly shook his head, the tips of his ears turning red as he regained his composure. "Not at all. What is the princess having at this ungodly hour?" He retorted. However, the blonde only smiled, chuckling at the brunet.

"Bourbon, herr knight."

"As you wish, milady." He continued playing along and went to work on his order, more focused at pouring the alcohol than usual to prevent his heart from beating so hard against his chest. If he was quite honest, Ema himself was already intoxicated. He always took a little sip of alcohol before work, just to make the night a little bearable, but tonight, he'd downed eight shots, right from his paycheck because Maya was going to leave him early. The brunet was still a functional, and entrancing bartender, so no one really had a problem with it. Until now, because his heart was thumping violently against his chest.

The blonde noticed the blush that crept up on the bartender's face, more from alcohol than his heart racing, he deducted. He noticed the name tag pinned to the ironed vest of the brunet and let out a laugh, catching the brunet's attention once more.

"Ema? Seems like I found the true princess." he joked. Ema rolled his eyes already used to such comments from customers that were barely intoxicated- or had enough brains to read.

"I know my name's girly and shit. Parents thought it was gonna be a girl."

"Your dick's that small?"

Ema feigned offense. "I could make you scream while I pound into your pussy, don't turn me all straight now princess-"

"Klavier."

"What?" He blinked and eyed the blonde.

"My name is Klavier, fraulein." The blonde watches blue eyes widen im disbelief.

"Oh my God! You're a fucking piano!" He cracked and started laughing. Klavier didn't look offended at all though, instead, he was rather amused at this handsome bartender.

"You know German." His brow rose again as the brunet's laughter started dying down.

"Ja." Ema let the accent slip off much more heavily than he intended. "Mom's German. I can understand, but can barely speak, so don't go wooing me in a different language now Princess Piano."

Both of them stopped, quiet in the midst of the heavy music in the place, that is until, both of them started laughing. "Princess Piano? Is that the best you can do, Fraulein Ema?"

"It's Herr Ema to you little girl. Learn your German." Ema mocked as he watched a couple sit on the other side of the bar. "Now quit babbling, I have customers to tend to." He chuckled and went on to the others to start making their drinks. Ema felt the blonde staring at him, but ignored it, deciding that he'd let the man feast his eyes on his lovely self. There was definitely something going on in the blonde's pretty little head, and Ema was sure it involved the two of them being naked in one bed.

His thoughts were cut as he saw Maya rushing back in, her uniform sloppily worn and not even wearing a coat despite the cool weather. Her lips were swollen and her makeup slightly smudged. The male gasped, looking at the girl in disbelief. "Ewww I cannot believe you Maya! Going straight to work after sex just-"

"Shut the fuck up!" She growled and wiped her lips to at least look more decent, annoyance evident in her tone. "The hell's wrong with you. I went back because I thought there was gonna be a shit ton of people and wanted to help you just in case someone did get touchy with you. Fuck, I didn't even get to round two because of you. You should thank me I'm a fucking saint." She ranted, Ema felt rather guilty, never hearing his friend curse so much in one go, and pulled her close for a hug as an apology, Maya gladly accepted, wrapping her arms around the brunet's waist

"Sorry, not much people today here though Maya, so we can relax, although, I do need to ask you a favor." His eyes darted to the blonde, who was enjoying his drink, but eyes still at the brunet.

"No way!" The girl gasped, pulling him further away so Klavier would be out of earshot. "Is that a hot version of Mr. Gavin?"

"Mr. Gavin IS hot." Ema corrected, but didn't want to stray off. "But so is this guy. Come on Maya, give me a chance, I'll take your shift next thursday."

"Deal! But you know my price." The brunet whined softly at the grin plastered on Maya's face, accepting defeat when he knew there was no way out of it.

"Juicy details?"

"Juicy details."

"Now get your ass over the-" a gasp escaped the bartender when he was rudely interrupted, feeling a hand on his ass, giving the muscle a firm squeeze.

An uncharacteristic squeak came from the brunet as he looked to his violator, no other than Klavier himself, who was smirking from his success at getting such a cute reaction from the male. He didn't even bother scolding the blond for trespassing as the tip of his ears, along with his cheeks turned a thousand shades of red, glaring at him as he took a step back. "How dare you!"

"Just touching what I'll be eating out later." The words came out smoothly, asserting dominance. It ignited a fire in Ema. He wasn't going to let Klavier think he had any chances of dominating the brunet tonight, because he was reserving that area for the blond's look alike.

Ema took Klavier's hand, placing it on his own crotch, and smirking when he saw tan cheeks turn red. It was his turn- his game. He knew he would win this battle as he felt the hand press a bit more

into his cock, and the blond releasing a shaky breath when he felt the thickness- the length of what Ema had for him. "That's what you'll be eating tonight, princess."

Maya watched in shock at the interaction of the two, barely even able to comprehend at what was happening before her. She had never in her life seen Ema flirting lewdly, eyes directly at the prize. And the Kristoph look-a-like was something else too. He felt the dick in his hand, studying what he'll be having, even going as far as slipping his hand inside the black slacks. She noticed the fight for dominance as Klavier felt Ema confidently, and Ema never losing his composure, only smirking smugly. It was then that Maya decided she'd go wipe some tables instead to give the two some privacy- or whatever privacy a bar could offer, and that was all Ema needed before he pulled on those blond strands of hair and forced his lips on Klavier.

It was an open mouthed kiss. Sexy, lewd, their libidos rising as the brunet tugged at the blond locks, whilst Klavier palmed the hardening cock. He ravaged the mouth, forcing his tongue inside and exploring the warm cavern, tasting the alcohol the blonde had drank.

He forced himself to pull away, smirking as he heard the soft whine escape from the blond. Ema licked his lips at the sight of Klavier's swollen ones, feeling his heart thump erratically against his chest, and a heat pooling in his stomach, but he decided to keep his cool, they were still fighting for the position of being top after all. He wanted- no, needed more of this man, and he knew, without a doubt, that the feeling was mutual.

The blond slipped his hand out of Ema's pants and took the bartender by the wrists, not even letting him zip up as he dragged him out of the counter, ignoring all the protests (though, it was more of Ema whining about leaving work) that came with it. He brought Ema outside to the parking lot, to his obnoxiously purple sedan, letting go of him as he himself went in the driver's seat to start the vehicle.

The drive was silent, both of them smart enough to know how making out while driving will most likely end, especially with them being barely intoxicated. Ema looked out the window, uncaring of where he would be brought. He'd had a few hook ups here and there, but none which offered to take him somewhere fancier than the private rooms of the bar. Though, right now, he was being forced-not that he minded, he just wanted to have sex with the Kristoph replica to somehow fulfill his fantasies of sex with the teacher.

The car halted in front of a luxurious house, but the brunet didn't have the time to admire it. As soon as he stepped out of the sedan, his hands were all over Klavier once again, demanding that he have the male. His tongue was toying with the blond's, hands feeling his lean body. They barely made it to the front door, both of them releasing frustrated grunts as Klavier dug for keys.

However, having to have waited all through out their whole ride, Ema was already too impatient, pushing Klavier against the wall, just beside the door, as he pressed his lips against the blond's once more. His hands wandered around that toned body, feeling up the taut belly as he nibbled on the bottom lip before letting his tongue glide over it. Klavier was quick to respond and parted his lips to give access to the pink muscle. His mouth was ravished, Ema's skilled tongue working him up as he felt himself harden, groaning as the leather of the pants he wore only made it uncomfortable for his growing cock.

It took a great amount of strength for Klavier to push the aroused brunet off of his person to finally get the damned door open. He was not going to let himself be fucked on his lawn, where it was surrounded by the community's CCTV cameras.

The two rushed inside the residence, but didn't get very far from the door because they were all over each other, tearing at each other's clothing as if their life depended on it. Ema was already down to

his boxers, the shape of the hard organ between his legs very evident against the thin clothing of the underwear. He knelt down in front of the blonde who was muttering a stream of curses under his breath as he fumbled with his belt. The brunet undid the belt for him, much quicker and with ease before pulling down the leather pants, the hard cock popping out, twitching lightly as the cold air hit it.

"No underwear, princess?" Ema rose a brow in mild amusement, but he honestly didn't mind. If anything, this was rather convenient for the both of them. He didn't wait for a reply, as both of them were to eager to just get on with it. The tip was slipped in his mouth, tongue going through the slit to tease.

He held Klavier's hips as the male started to instinctively buck his hips at the warmth which was Ema's mouth, and worked his way lower down to the base of the cock, feeling the organ pulsating. He moved his head slowly, taking his time as he removed one hand from the hip to fondle Klavier's balls, working his magic on the male.

Ema sucked in his cheeks, tightening around the penis in his mouth as he felt the tip touch his throat. Klavier was definitely bigger than he took him for, but Ema was still bigger, longer and thicker. Not that the other wasn't above average though. The cock slipped through his throat, the brunet controlling his gag reflex at the intrusion. Tufts of blond hair touched his nose, and he knew he'd taken the whole of the male in.

He slowly pulled back, moving his head against the erection, and letting out a groan as he felt his hair being tugged at, Klavier's head rolling back from the pleasure. The blond could feel a familiar heat coil on his stomach, a warning that he was nearing his end. He'd normally be embarrassed to be releasing this early, but he was drunk, horny, and Ema was just that good.

"Shit, I-I'm ah..!"

"What in the hell is this?!" The lights switched on, and Ema scrambled to pull himself away from the dick in his mouth to look at their interruptor- which was no other than Kristoph Gavin himself.

"Fuck my life."

Ema had never felt the need to die, until now. He was awkwardly buttoning his bartender uniform back, praying that there was a form of science that would somehow get him swallowed by the ground at this instant. It was the most uncomfortable situation he's ever been in, and at this point, he felt like he didn't ever want to have sex. Of course, this feeling wasn't permanent, but at the moment he sure as hell hoped it was.

His heart was beating erratically as he watched his beloved professor argue with his look alike- who apparently was his brother, something he discovered while they fought. The two were murmuring things in German, hissing and glowering ay each other, and as much as Ema wanted to interrupt them to say he could perfectly understand what they were saying, he decided not to, because things were getting rather interesting.

"As if it wasn't enough that you had to take one of my students home, did you seriously have to do it in the living room?! You know my room is just across!"

"How the hell would I know you were here? You didn't sleep here last night, and maybe you wouldn't have tonight either! I was wrong okay?!"

"Damn right you were wrong!" Kristoph spat at Klavier, both blondes glaring at each other. Ema could feel the already heavy tension get worse, and decided it was time to interject. The night was already ruined as it was, and he wasn't in the mood to deal with the argument after his professor had a show of his cock sucking skills.

"I can understand German you know, just gonna put it out there.." the words came out more meekly than the brunet would have wanted, but it was enough the catch the brothers' attention. The glare on Kristoph's face hadn't disappeared, but it definitely didn't look as harsh when he was looking at Ema. On the other hand, Klavier wasn't looking too happy himself. This wasn't the first time he'd been caught, and unfortunately, he wasn't able to reach his climax. His dick was still very hard in his leather pants, which he unfortunately had to wear again because of his brother's presence. Kristoph had already seen his cock more times than any of them would be proud of. Klavier was just really bad at hiding.

The professor diverted his attention from his brother to his student, crossing his arms and lightly tapping his foot. Even in his bed wear, which were just a pair of pajama bottoms, he still looked highly sophisticated, and Ema had no idea on how the hell he managed to do that. Nor did he care at the moment because he was too busy trying not to look at the shirtless man, but he still noticed it.

The older blond hissed lightly at his student. "As for you, Mr. Skye. I don't care about any of your sexual adventures, but at least have the decency to do it in a room."

"Y-yes sir." Normally, he would have answered with something wittier, or even be an ass just because the situation proved to be inconvenient for him, but with the way his heart beat for the professor, he resorted to be a behave little school boy. 'It was a room though, a living room...' he thought to himself.

Krisoph seemed pleased with the answer and nodded at him, before looking to Klavier again. "Take him home. He has class with me tomorrow, and I'd rather not have to fail him if he falls asleep."

Klavier could only roll his eyes as he watched the brunet tense up. "Ja, bruder. Fraulein come with me." He grunted and took Ema by the wrist, pulling him out of the house and dragging him to the car. He could still feel the tension between the brothers and felt like Klavier wasn't going to let him get away with something he didn't do. This was going to be a long ride.