A/N: I've been on a real writing spree lately.
Oh, yeah, and I don't own anything I'm writing about.
Craig walked into his classroom quietly, late as usual. "Mr. Nommel," The teacher snapped at him. "Pleas fill out a late slip and -" He shrugged, flipping the teacher off, and walked over to his seat.
Or rather, what should have been his seat.
"Tweek, move," he said harshly, not caring that he was interrupting the lesson. Not that anyone was paying attention anyway. The blonde's head jerked to the left. "Ack!" He cried. "B-but… I w-was here first…!"
"It's my seat. Now move," Craig said again. He was beginning to get pissed off. When Tweek whimpered again, shaking violently, he elbowed him in the ribs. "I said, move." His voice adopted an icy tone that made Tweek squeal in fright. He still didn't move, so Craig put his hands on Tweek's shoulder to intimidate him. He was surprised to feel his arms quaking. "What the fuck…?" He muttered to himself, lifting away from Tweek. He blinked. The quaking stopped. "Tweek…" He shrugged and tried again. He started to shake. "Gah!" Tweek cried. "What are you doing?!" Craig noticed his eye twitch.
Smiling, he said, "Move."
"Ngh… N-no…" he whispered so quietly that Craig almost didn't hear him. Craig shrugged. "Okay then," he said. "If you won't move, then I'll just sit here anyway." He nudged Tweek gently as he sat down behind the blonde, who was currently so scared he was on the edge of his seat. Poor kid, Craig thought. His parents should really stop giving him coffee.
"Ahhhhh!" Tweek cried. Craig laughed, putting his hand over Tweeks mouth. His whole body started to vibrate.
He patted Tweek's stomach with his other hand. "It's okay, I won't hurt you," Craig said quietly, licking his lips next to Tweek's ear. He made a small squeeking noise in his throat. Craig became occupied with a thought of sliding his hands under Tweek's shirt.
Perhaps sitting with him wasn't going to be so bad after all.
A/N: Short and not very slashy… : Review anyway?