A/N: This story was actually done by me and a friend, so she was kind of the co-author. It's HEAVILY edited, so if you want to see the uncensored version please visit my profile
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This was not good…he didn't want to be here, and truth be told, he wanted to run and never look back. This school was hell, and he'd only been there for half a day to figure it out. It wasn't Harvard, Princeton, or Yale, but this college was damn close. Filled with people who where just there because of daddy and mommy's money…rich boys, cheerleaders and jocks. He knew it was wrong to judge people, but he'd been around such people to know what they looked like, what they sounded like, and what there expectations of people were…they thought the world and people were perfect, and anyone who did not fit that ideal was regarded as unimportant or a lower life form…
Rabi was regarded as such in this world…
He didn't come from a rich background, nor did he have anyone to rely on finically. He was here solely because of his grades, and apparently the students at the school didn't appreciate that. It was his father's dying wish for him to attend such a prestigious college, and he'd be damned if he didn't fulfill such a wish…but it was already starting to be too troublesome doing so. There were already rumors going around that he'd gotten in through dishonest ways, and that irked him greatly. They must've announced his arrival early or something, because if rumors about a guy can get around that fast there was going to be a serious problem. This whole mess started when he arrived at the large golden gates, which he was sure made the pearly ones located in the sugary afterlife look like a normal everyday fence. That was a sign of things to come…he was assorted inside and nearly lost his footing when his eyes caught sight of everything inside. Marble flooring everywhere, which looked like it was custom made, which must've cost and arm and a leg to have installed. Extravagant, over-sized chandeliers hung from the ceiling, looking as if they were put there for bragging rights. The staircase that led to the other floors was lined with a deep, almost gray white cashmere, and not the cheat stuff your grandmother or mother owned. Almost fearing the outcome if he touched the fragile looking banister, which was made out of gorgeous petrified oak, he asked his guild if there was another way up. Unfortunately there was, and it was going to make Rabi even uneasy. There was an elevator…correction…there were THREE different elevators located on the floor he was currently on. Beautiful gold lining was all he saw when he stepped into one of them, and this only further displaced him from the world around him…
This wasn't his world…his world was filled with Styrofoam noodle cups, friends who didn't like ravishing in the finer things, and would rather play baseball then cricket, polo, or tennis…which were just a few of the sports the school offered, but did not interest the redhead in the slightest. How could he get use to this? Hell, being the new kid was hard enough, but being the new kid in an upscale, ritzy college was far worse. Rabi knew he wasn't going to relate to anyone, and he'd be forced to be an outsider, sitting alone, talking to himself, and contemplate things he really shouldn't. He'd seen it before, and it was a damn shame to watch someone detach themselves that far from reality. He was NOT going to be that person, and dammit, if he had to break a few things to get noticed, he would.
Once there the elevator stopped, he was taken down a long hallway filled with pictures of old men, who he guessed were the former deans. He knew he was going to see the current one, and he only hoped that he was a little different from his surroundings. He'd noticed throughout his first two years in college, that the deans weren't always that bad…he could hope and pray that this one was the same…Once he had reached the last door in the hallway, he was left there alone and now given two options…he could either face the music and go in, or run back to his wonderful little hometown with his friends and loved ones…he chose what was best for him. Taking in a deep breath, he reached for the doorknob and was slightly taken aback when it was flung open. There before him stood a woman who looked no older then twenty-five; she was giving him a slightly embarrassed look, and not to mention she looked flustered. She must have noticed the odd look the redhead was giving her, because she immediately apologized for some reason and quickly left. Rabi didn't want to question why the woman was there, but he knew he had a pretty good idea. Stepping in he found sitting behind a desk a rather bored looking older man, palm pressed against his cheek as if it was the only keeping him awake. He sported red hair much like Rabi, and seemed to, in general, not want to be there. He motioned to the seat in front of his desk, and Rabi took this as his cue to sit. The redheaded man then began to launch into a long speech about how 'the school had high expectations for its students' and how 'rowdiness and rebelliousness would not be allowed at the school' stopping every now and then to yawn, or take a drag off of his cigarette. Rabi couldn't help laugh at the man's sheer unwillingness to look the slightest bit engrossed in what he was saying. So was right…the dean was just much the others, and hell, seemed like he was just as out of place as Rabi was. Biting his lip, he tried his best to keep it together and show that he had a little sophistication in him. The man took notice…and laughed. Rabi didn't know if this was a good or bad thing, but he received a short comment that told him he might just have an interesting stay…
'We need more kids like you here; ruff the place up for me, would ya?'
Cross Marian, which he'd learned was the man's name, admitted that he really didn't like such an up-tight, boring surrounding. The pay was good, so he decided to tough it out, because it kept the bill collectors off his ass. Having a student come from a not-so-rich background was a rare thing, and he could tell that Rabi liked trouble…and he was right. His high school days were some of the most entertaining years of his life, for the sheer fact that he 'Master of Attention' and really did everything in his power to keep the title. Hell, he even went so far as to hand the thorn down to someone he found fit before he left. Upon telling Cross all of this, he found himself much more at ease, liking how he was encouraged to be…well, just down right bad. Cross did, however offer up one vital word of advice if he was going to get himself into a bunch of mischief: he was not to be caught by the Student Council. He had no control over their actions or punishments, so it was best if he didn't run into them. Rabi tried to take what he said to heart, but it was rather hard, since…well…come on! It was the Student Council, what the hell were they going to do? Leaving Cross' office with a map of the school, his schedule and an off campus housing form, he began to look for his first class. After about fifteen minutes, he decided that the first four periods weren't worth it, and found it best to try and walk around the school and memorize as much as he could. He had a photograph memory, so he could easily remember things down to the smallest detail. It helped him out a lot in school, not with his homework and whatnot, but with his planning out his pranks and/or his revenge plans. He needed to figure out what an area looked like in order to set everything up, and if he messed up he'd be messed up. After about and two hours later, he had managed to get the entire first and second floor written down into his mind, and he was rather pleased with himself. Or he would've been more please if he wasn't being approached by a rather pissed off student. He didn't say anything, but did proceed to knock the living daylights out of him…and the last thing Rabi say was his face about to hit the ground.
So here he was…he'd waken up in a seat outside of an office, the pissed off looking student standing next to him. He didn't want to say much, because the guy looked like he was about to bust a vein or something. Groaning, he rubbed the back of his head, feeling a slight lump from where the bastard had hit him. Why the hell was he knocked out? Better yet, where the hell was he?
"In you're awake, go inside and speak with the Council…" The guy said, arms crossed, making giving off an even more pissed off aura.
"The what…?" The redhead said, still feeling slightly groggy. With another word, he was grabbed by the back of his shirt and thrown into a room. He hit the ground with a loud thud, wanting to now go after the guy for being so rude.
"Sorry about that, Kanda can be a little…rough with people" Came a voice from directly in front of him. Looking up he saw a long wooden table (the top of it looked like it was made out of marble, while the table itself looked like it was made out of some kind of oak), and in front on him with several people sitting behind it. There were three males and to female, and from what he could tell the male sitting directly in the middle was the 'leader'. He didn't look all that old, he might've been a first year, but he wasn't sure, and didn't feel like asking. Oh great…he was about to get a taking to by someone two years younger than him. Rabi noticed that the 'leader' sported a strange red mark on his face, starting near his brow, and dripping down to his cheek. Not to mention that his hair was the brightest blonde he'd ever seen…or maybe it was white…well whatever color it was, it didn't occur naturally in nature. To the right of him was a slightly older male, his hair somewhat tied back and looking slightly anxious for some reason. Rabi had dubbed him the 'Right Hand Man' for less of the obvious reasons, and more for the fact that he looked like he was going to run over and choke the redhead if he said anything wrong. To the left of the 'leader' was another male that looked slightly older then the 'leader' but younger then the anxious looking one. He sported tan skin that make it look like he spent WAY too much time at the beach, and eye makeup that, frankly, made him look like he worked at Hot Topic. He was grinning, and the redhead could only guess that the 'I know something you don't' look had given everything away. On the far right was a girl with two long pigtails, one on each side of her head. She looked cheerful, and for some reason that cheerfulness annoyed Rabi because he knew people who were usually cheerful for no good reason turned into those crazy people you see talking to themselves on the street when something dramatic happens to them. Lastly, on the far left was, in the best way Rabi would describe, a woman who looked like she hadn't slept in YEARS. She looked slightly disheveled, and to the redhead, it was amusing given the fact that he was in an 'upscale' college where appearances got you a long way. All of the members sported an armband that read 'Student Council' and he was damn sure that these were the people Cross was talking bout.
"I'm the Student Council President Allen Walker. From left to right, this is Miranda Lotto, Debitto Millennia, Chaoji Han, and Lenalee Lee. Since this is your first day here, we're going to be lenient with your punish-"
"Wait, what? I just got knocked out by some asshole with a grudge against life, and I'm the one getting punished?" Rabi said, clearly not amused with what was going on. The one now identified as Allen smiles a little, which gained him odd stares from the others. Once he had notice, the smile was wiped off of his face, and he regained his serious demeanor. That caught Rabi's attention…
"That was Yuu Kanda, he's the head of the Disciplinary Commit…it's another branch of the Student Council. As I was saying before, you're punishment is a weeks worth of afternoon clean-up duty" the could-be-a-first-year said, though the look he gave said he might've wanted to give him a less severe sentence. The other's nodded in agreement, knowing that their president could do no wrong and make few to zero errors. The redhead looked on in astonishment, because he refused to believe that this was truly happening. This was probably the dumbest thing he'd ever been involved with. Like hell he was going to accept this! So, getting up, he dusted himself off, wanting them to see that he clearly didn't care about what they had to say, nor did he want to hear anything else. Before he could reach the door, he felt someone tug on his shirtsleeve. Okay…now they were touching him…was that enough to sue for sexual harassment? He didn't want to, but turned around slightly and guess who he found in all of his short glory…
"P-Pres, you don't have to do that. Not for this delinquent…" The one now called Chaoji said, looking as if wanted tear Rabi apart. Delinquent? Who the hell was he to call him that? It irritated him that these…people thought that could say whatever they wanted about him just because they had little armbands on. Hell, he could make one that said 'God of the School' and put it on. Gritting his teeth, he tried his best not to fire back with a few sharp words that would anyone blush in embarrassment. The thing that surprised the redhead the most was the fact that the short could-be-a-first-year looked slightly irritated at his fellow council member. What exactly was going on here? First he was thrown into this rich, stuck-up lifestyle, then he was knocked unconscious by some guy who looked like he had a stick up his ass, and now this bull…he didn't want to say it, but…could this get any worse?
"It's alright…" Allen started "…please Rabi, I mean, clean-ups not that bad…it's after school and it's only for the sports clubs that practice that day…" He said, holding onto the redhead's sleeve tighter. Rabi rolled his eyes and agreed, feeling that he was being manipulated somehow by this short-possible-a-freshman. The way he talked, the way he looked at him…he could tell it was all fake…After he agreed, Allen told him to be in the school's gym everyday after school, where he would pick up after the clubs that practiced there. Upon giving him an 'ay ay captain!', Rabi left feeling used and pissed off…he didn't like Allen or his council…
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Once the door was closed, Allen let out a sigh and slowly turned around since he knew what was coming. The others were giving him intense looks that told him 'what the hell are you doing?' The short could-be-a-first-year's smile was gone, and he faced them with complete seriousness. He was a damn good actor, and that was one of the reason's he had risen to power to quickly for his age. Yes, he was putting on an act for Rabi…at lest to a point, and he didn't find any shame in doing so. Walking back over to his spot, he gave all of them a reassuring look, telling them that he wasn't slipping in his role as the President.
"Al- I mean Pres, if I could be so bold as to ask you a personal question…?" Lenalee asked, uncertain if what she was about to ask was going to get her demoted. Allen looked at her for a moment, and then nodded, seeing little harm in a question.
"Since, um, Rabi's here, does that mean you're going to keep your promise…? I mean-"
"Yeah, are you going to-" Debitto started, but stopped once Miranda pulled on the back of his shirt, telling him that it was rude to interrupt people.
"You want to know if my infatuation with him will end soon, right…?" Allen said, looking out of the window for a moment as if looking for an answer. Now to understand this situation, you have to understand what the student council does. Three months before a new student arrives, they are given the task of giving the newbie a full background check. It was usually Miranda that did most of the work, but Allen had decided to take most of it off of her hands. He had been generally uninterested in Rabi's case, and really wasn't looking forward to what was going to be doing. I mean, what would be so interesting about some riffraff that probably screwed his teacher to get a referral letter into the school? He started slow, learning his full name, what happened to his birth parents, and if he had any siblings. He found him, like he thought he would, common and boring. It wasn't until a month later he found out the interesting parts of said redhead's life…apparently he was suspended from school eighteen times, given detention fifty times, and, this was the part that made him nearly fall out of his seat…through all of this had managed to keep a 4.0 average. Allen was now fascinated by the redhead, and he wanted to know more…why you ask? Because someone who can keep up such grades must be doing something on the side and Allen wanted to track down his dirty little past. As time went one, he developed a sort of…crush on Rabi, though he knew it was preposterous to do so. He thought of the crush as something school girls had on rock stars or actors. Allen had been studying the redhead for such a long time that he felt like...like he really did know him. That was crazy, right? He had never even met the redhead, and he was already starting to fantasize about him. They weren't all bad…most of the dirty ones happened at night, and he could deal with them.
However; he began to daydream in class, always staring off into space. It didn't take long for the other members of the council to noticed, so he fessed up about his crush…but not about his fantasies. The others didn't know how they should deal with something so odd, but they did know that if it affected his performance this much, he needed to do something about it. So he made promise to them: he'd give up his crush once Rabi had set foot on campus. He really didn't want to give it up, seeing it as harmless and innocent…or at lest that's how it seemed to him…
"Don't worry…I made a promise, and I'm going to keep it" Allen said, looking as if he felt disgusted with what he had just said. The council was everything to the school, and to its members. Having a weak link in the chain was not something that was welcome, and Allen did not want to be that link. He was looked up to by everyone in the school, and he did mean everyone. One reason was because he'd become president as a freshman, and that was unheard of by most. Allen was a great leader, one of the best the school had ever seen in years, which automatically made him the permanent member until he graduated. It was an odd process, but everyone followed it; if the students found that the current council members were to their liking, the members did not have to run again, and did not have to defend their thrones.
Looking over at the door, Allen felt a sickening feeling take over his body. He felt like he was going to do something…something that he wasn't necessarily going to regret, but the others around him were. He felt like he was going to lie to the people around him…and it was going to be a lie that would make or break him…and he had a good reason to feel like that…
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Rabi was having a very rough first three weeks. He had gone to see the Student Council every other day because of his 'bad behavior', and his hate for it grew even more. What he wanted to know was how in the hell were they catching him. They must've had camera's somewhere, because it was the only way to explain how he was caught him putting bleach in the tennis team's laundry. What? They were too dark and needed to be…lightened up. He made it a patter of going to the council room and the next day act like he had taken what they'd said to heart…yeah right. They were more annoying then his old Principle, and ten times annoying to visit than the room where they held detention at his old high school. He felt like he was being toyed with whenever he talked to Allen and it more than just pissed the redhead off. That cutesy face fake smile didn't help make him feel any better, because honestly he didn't need anything to be sugar-coated every damn thing he said to him, because Rabi was not a five-year-old…duh. Handling the truth was not something he had a problem with, he was use to people giving it to him straight and that's how he preferred things.
His 'punishments' over the course of three weeks varied from the boring, like be scorekeeper for one of the teams, to the down right absurd. How absurd? Well those tasks ranged from rearranging most the books in the library because they 'just needed to be' to taste test all the new food that came in for lunch. He personally thought he was setup because ALL of it had the flavor of an old leather boot that had been marinating in something you find in the back of the fridge. Though painful, he could take it because the option of testing out the bungee cords for the Bungee Club was thrown out there, and on that day he really didn't feel like testing them. Surprising, or unsurprising enough, Allen wasn't the one giving out the harsher punishments. He would only nod, not stating out loud if he really did in fact agree with said disciplinary action. There weren't many things in the world that greatly confused Rabi in the world, but the MPD president was the one that had to take the cake. Someone couldn't honestly be that deceitful; if he was he was damn good at it. But hay, as a president being dishonest was is sort of expected, right?
Right now he was lugging the equipment for the cricket club, and he was trying his best to not bring up the comments the team members had snickered about under their breathes. No one in the whole school thought of him as an equal, let alone a person in general and hell, he didn't want to gain their acceptance if it meant losing himself. Sighing, he continued to the storage closet, and thanked the gods that he didn't have to clean any of it. There are somethings in the world that human hands shouldn't touch, and he was pretty sure that this counted. Upon closing the door to the storage room, he noted that he hadn't really seen the entire basement yet. Since it was already six in the afternoon, he decided it the best time to look around. There weren't many people around, and that was a good thing because the last thing he wanted was more people talking about him after school hours. There was no way in hell someone could tell him that he was overreacting in his current situation. No one around this goddamn place would understand; they didn't come from his world, so they'd only regard any problems he had as his 'commonness at its finest' Too lost in his own thoughts, he managed to miss the 'Student Council at work' sign that hung on one of the nearby walls. This sign meant that the immediate area was closed off to normal students, because the council members decided to have their meeting in a different area, or they needed to plan something and the room they usually used wasn't big enough. Rabi didn't know this, nor would he care if he did. He loved breaking the rules not being it gave him power, but because he wanted to see an outcome. Just sitting around waiting wasn't good enough for him; he liked to put things into motion.
When turning the corner, he was caught off guard when he heard the strangest sound. Was it a groan? Maybe someone was getting their ass kick, and if that was the case he'd like to see it. It was one thing to be a nerd and get beaten up, but it was another when a rich prep would get beaten up. Hell, the guy deserved it in Rabi's book, since most if not all of the student's there had little to no respect for others. As he got closer to the sound, he found that it was coming from one of the locker rooms, and, now closer, could tell that the sound was not a groan…it was a moan. Rabi found to way too amusing that someone would fuck someone else in such a ritzy place, but hay, it was college and anything was possible. As he got to the doorway, he stopped and couldn't go any further…this…had to be a joke, right? There was only one person in the locker room and the redhead was pretty sure he hadn't been noticed yet, since said person had not…well, stopped.
Lying on one of the rather luxurious benches (silk lined cushions were considered to Rabi as 'luxurious' but it was one of the cheapest things in the school) was none other then Mr. President himself, Allen Walker. Guess what he was doing? Rabi almost felt like he wanted to burst into laughter, because he'd never seen something so hilarious in his entire life. Backing up slowly, he now stood on the side of the doorway, watching the sight that he'd truly thought he'd never see. The redhead had to place a hand over his mouth, because he really wanted to make a sound, but knew that it wasn't all that smart to do so.
Allen Walker, head of the holy Student Council was…jerking off…and not just jerking off, he was really getting into it like the world was going to end tomorrow and he needed to do everything now. Rabi had NEVER seen anyone get into something like that before be it in movies or real life, and hell he never even got into it that much. Allen was on his knees, head pressed against the silky-smooth fabric, mouth open wide as he moaned at each hard stroke his skillful hand produced. His shirt was almost completely off, revealing his chest and part of his lower back. Allen's pants were almost completely off, while his navy boxers still cling to his body, though the redhead thought he should take them off for comfort reasons. His eyes were closed, clearly lost in the sensation, which Rabi couldn't help but find slightly mesmerizing. Why was he doing something in such a such an open place? He must've had a dorm or at lest a house outside of the campus, so why here? He wasn't afraid…he was being too bold, and they whole thing seemed like he wanted someone to find him. The redhead quickly ducked out of view when the shorter arched up and let out a long moan, one that told him that he has just reached his climax.
"R-RABI!" He yelled, sobbing slightly as he did so. Oh…crap…there was no way he could've seen him since his eyes were closed…so why was he shouting his name? He said it again, but this time adding a 'oh god!' at the end, making the redhead's eyes widen slightly.
Allen was…thinking about him while masturbating…
This shocked the hell out of him, and he really, really, didn't know how to take it. First of all, he didn't want someone like that fantasizing about him, and secondly he was starting to feel the affects on him watching such a dirty scene, so that might've meant he liked what he saw. Leaning against the wall behind him, he contemplated if it was worth busting him. What would he gain?
"I…just can't let him go…" Came the tired voice of Allen, whose whole body was now lying against the bench. His hand, now removed from his boxers, was resting next to him. It was covered in the white, sticky substance produced by his orgasm. Bringing it closer to his mouth, and began to lick it off. "I wanna…taste his…"
Rabi nearly dropped to the ground. He wanted to do what? This was going from weird to…slightly erotic and very hot. He shouldn't be thinking the things he currently was, and it terrified him to no extent that he was enjoying every minute of them. Pinning him down, ripping his clothes off, and fucking him deep and hard…he couldn't make them stop. Getting to his feet, he decided he'd try something…it was something so unlike him that he couldn't help but wonder if it was even possible to pull off. Since he wasn't the type to run headfirst into something like this, he'd buy his time, keeping an eye out for the perfect opening. This was going to be risky, and since he was dealing with a 'higher-up' doing something this stupid and messing up was going to do would guarantee his expulsion as well as jail time. He would attack when Allen was at his weakest, and he needed time to find out when that was…and exploit it.
'Allen Walker...you're going to pay…'
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After about two weeks, Rabi had found what he was looking for. He'd observing Allen while he…pleasured himself, and tried his best to keep his eye on the prize. He had a hard time watching him, because he himself would get caught up in his own hardness to the point where he'd completely forget about what he was supposed to be doing. He was always quiet about it, covering his mouth or biting his lip when he wanted to moan. That's why he had taken so long in finding what he need; he was too busy tending to his own needs to notice what was going on with the president. He didn't mean to, he knew that taking it slow was the best idea. He really did like how Allen sounded when he was commit such a dirty deed, how he cried out his name and sobbed for him to 'do it harder' or how he 'didn't want him to stop' when he was just about to go over the edge. He knew believing that such things were good made him a pervert, but he didn't care. He had enough to deal with and being a pervert wasn't that big of a deal…though being a voyeur might've earned him a few more points.
Right now he was leaning against the wall near the doorway, listing as Allen began to 'warm-up' like he usually did. It was always the same; he'd be in a sitting position, unbutton his shirt, always removing his school sapphire colored blazer first and run his fingers down his chest. It wasn't in any way sexual, instead looking like he wanted to claw out his heart or something. Next were his pants; he always removed them quickly, showing that he wasn't as patient as most would've thought. He didn't, however, immediately stick his hands down his boxers and go to work. Instead he rubbed the bulge that was so obviously visible, letting his body relax slightly as he began to speak to himself. Yes, Allen would talk to himself, having a conversation with the 'Rabi in is head' and get himself in the mood.
This is when Rabi began to make to move. Whenever the shorter of the two would start to grasp his throbbing member, it was a sign that he was about to spiral down into a deep pit of pleasure and lose control. When he was about to cross that broader, the redhead would go in and confront him, setting everything into motion. After about two minutes, Rabi removed his headband, and began to walk towards Allen. It was the first time he'd worn it since he'd come to the ritzy school, and he thanked himself for not doing so until now. If Allen had recognized the headband everything would be over, and he'd been in deep shit. While walking over, he wasn't slow about it, but he didn't try to rush him and mess everything up. He'd worked too hard, taken too much bull for him to mess up within the first five seconds of execution. Once behind him, he quickly slipped his headband onto Allen's head, making sure it covered his eyes. He felt the shorter jump and trash a little, but he calmed down once he had pinned him underneath him, hands above his head. There was no turning back now…he was going to do what he came there to do, and he wasn't going to run like some punk. Leaning over, he begin to whisper into Allen's ear, because the redhead thought it best that he didn't play the silent attacker.
"Hiya, Pres…" He said in a low voice, licking the rim of the Allen's ear in the process. He could feel the shorter tense up, and that made Rabi smirk a little; here he was, master of the school most important council, and was now reduced to nothing more then a horny, quivering teen beneath him. All of his power was gone in this situation, and it sounded like he was on the verge of tears from the way he was whimpering.
"L-Let me go!" He tried to shout, but instead have sound as if his voice was cracking. Rabi's smirk widened; this was just too good and he wanted to further his amusement. Turning Allen over so that he was lying on his stomach, he raised his hips and put him in the same position he had first found him in. He squirmed, but the redhead's grip on his wrist was still tight and he wasn't letting go until Allen was completely gone. Holding both wrists with one hand, Rabi used his free one to slowly pull down the navy boxers, earning a few 'what are you doing?!' shouts from the shorter. He wasn't going to listen, because frankly, this kid needed to be knocked down more then a few notches. His high-and-mighty attitude was something Rabi could no long tolerate, and it was time for some payback. Once his boxers were pulled down, he began to lubricate two of his fingers with his mouth. This was going hurt and he knew he had to have a little pity on the guy, so the lest thing he could do for him was to warm the shorter whenever he was going to do something.
"I wonder if the President likes foreplay…" He said, fingers now probing Allen's entrance.
"S-Stop, please…or I'll scream! And I'll make someone come!" He said, trying to sound intimidating, but failing miserably.
"Come on Mr. President, stop fooling yourself…I've been watching you scream for weeks, and no ones come but me…" And with that said, Rabi slid both fingers inside of him.
-cut-cut-cut-
Feeling that enough was enough, Rabi pulled out and sighed. He would've liked to have filled the shorter up, but he looked completely spent and the redhead was sure he couldn't take anymore. So sucking it up, he began to touch himself, spilling his seed on Allen's already sticky stomach. It wasn't until he'd finished that he noticed that Allen had gone strangely silent. He could understand the heavy panting, the limpness because moving was not the greatest idea after having an orgasm that good…but the silence concerned him. He didn't mutter…whimper…hell, he didn't even say the redhead's name. Hesitating, he slowly lifted his headband from around Allen's eye, and let out a sigh of relief. He had, much to Rabi's amusement, passed out, most likely due to the fact that he wasn't use to such and intense feeling. Deciding it was time to leave; he pulled up his pants and reminded himself that he needed to take a shower once he'd gotten back to his apartment. He knew it wasn't right to just leave him there, because he DID have a heart. So he picked Allen up and left, remembering to take the shorter's clothes with him. He knew that across for the locker room was a lounge. Why was it there? Because when a school has enough money they can put lounges anywhere they want, and this school had too much money in Rabi's opinion. He placed Allen down on one of the couched and left, covering him up with his blazer before he did so. This was only part one of his plans, the next part came tomorrow when he'd confront Allen and make his offer. Though Allen was a pretty good fuck, Rabi knew that he still needed to be kicked off his high-horse.
Ranking his fingers through his hair, he couldn't help but smirk at himself; this was his third year in college, his second transfer to a school, and the first time he'd felt this…alive. His life was boring, it dragged on and he couldn't take such an existence. But now…he felt more then just a little happy, hell, he felt down right giddy. Maybe it was because he'd just gotten laid, or maybe it was because he knew this school wasn't going to be the same because of him…
Which wasn't necessarily a bad thing…
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Allen was exhausted beyond belief. After being screwed relentlessly by a stranger yesterday and waking up completely zapped of energy, all he wanted to do was sleep everything off. He'd gotten back to his dorm quite late, and he wasn't able to sleep for all that long. He would've loved to sleep the entire day away, but that wasn't possible because he had a duty to fulfill. He had to wake up every morning before school started, have a meeting with all the council members discussing what their plans were for the day, and go over any issues that could be dealt with at that moment. All of this took about two to three hours depending on the situation, and when everything was over it was time to do to their first class. Allen couldn't very well fall asleep in class, not only would it make him look bad, but he was sure he'd talk in his sleep. He had to deal with propping his head up with his hand, and pinching himself every now and then. It might've looked a little odd to the others, but that's what he needed to do.
Right now he was leaning against the wall near his fourth period class. It was already lunch time, and he really didn't feel like eating anything. He technically felt too ashamed of himself to actually do anything that day. He had lost his virginity to a goddamn stranger, and on top of that he'd loved ever minute of it. The intense feeling of having something put inside of his body and slammed in and out of him…having fingers trail themselves all over his body, grabbing and stroking him…having his hot breath against his neck, making marks that he dare not show to anyone. He'd managed to cover up them up with the headband that was left with him yesterday. He knew it was a stupid idea to wear it around the school, but it was the only thing he could do that didn't violate the school's uniform policy or have himself place a few bandages here and there on his neck…that just looked stupid and raised too many questions. It was already too much for him to make a story as to why he was so tired, since he was know to be so lively in the mornings; not to mention he sounded a little horse, no doubt because he was screaming his head off. As much as he wanted to go back to his dorm and sleep since the lunch period was so long (an hour to be exact), he couldn't because he needed to be in another meeting in about five minutes.
"Hiya, Pres…" Came the silky voice of someone standing right in front of him. Looking up, he damn near jumped back out of shock. It was Rabi, but at the same time it wasn't…his whole demeanor had changed. He didn't look irritated at all, instead looking composed and like he had just had a huge weight lifted off of his shoulders. Allen found this odd, but shoved it to the back of his mind as nothing more than him getting good nights sleep…which was something the shorter desperately wanted. Too lost in how sleep deprived he was, he didn't notice until it was too late that Rabi had pull him forward by the headband around his neck, lips hovering over his. What the hell was he doing?! Quickly pushing him away, he tried his best to cover his neck back up, not wanting him to get the wrong impression.
"W-What are you doing? That wasn't funny…" He said, feeling a deep blush on his face. Smirking, Rabi pulled his headband down, reveling the nips he had made yesterday afternoon. He grabbed Allen's other hand before it try to pull his away, and pinned it to the wall.
"Rabi, stop! I don't have time to mess around-"
"I need this back…" He said, tugging a little harder at the piece of cloth. Allen froze…he was kidding, right...right?! Laughing a little, the shorter tried to play it off as nothing more then the redhead joking around. That had to be it, he was getting him back for bring down such harsh punishments on him. He could understand a little; being on the new kid you can feel like the world was out to go you, though that wasn't true.
"C-Come on, Rabi…I really needed to leave now…I-"
"Want you to fuck me hard…" Rabi said, cutting him off and pulling him closer.
"….Excuse me?" Allen asked with a blank look on his face. Rabi pulled him closer, trapping the shorter; his leg now wedged in-between his. The look he was giving him was priceless…it made all the work he did worth it.
"That's what you were screaming about yesterday…how you wanted 'Rabi to fuck you harder'…Hay, I was doing the best I could, and from your reaction I must've been doing it right…am I wrong, Allen?" Rabi said, smirk widening as he saw the shorter's eyes do the same. For Allen, there was no way he could deny what was just said…he just stood there, face drained of all it's color, and tears starting to form in the corners of his eyes. He knew from the moment he started his 'ritual' a month ago that he'd end up messing everything up. He just couldn't help himself from doing such things, and that fact had just gotten him in this situation. Lowering his head, he let a few tears falls to the ground, hating that he was breaking down this much. What was wrong with him? Why was he so stupid?!
"P-Please, I'm begging you…don't…don't tell anyone-"
"I'm willing to make a deal with you…" He said while stroking Allen's cheek, wiping away his tears with his thumb not fully intending to make him cry.
"…I'm listening…" Allen said, trying his best to keep what little of himself he had together.
"All you have to do is keep that council of yours off my ass, and…" He started, but stopped to press his lips against Allen's neck. Sliding his hand down his side, he gripped one of the shorter's cheeks causing him to gasp. "Let me screw you whenever I please…if you do I won't tell everyone how much you love taking it up the ass…" He finished, now nibbling on his ear. Yes, Rabi was using pleasure as a way to persuade him, and he really didn't care if it looked wrong. He needed to do whatever he could to get the shorter to agree, or else everything would've been a waste of time. Undoing the first few buttons on his shirt, the redhead began to run his fingers along Allen's chest, caressing his nipple every now and then. He could see that the shorter was once again getting lost in the sensation, almost completely unaware of what he was doing and where he was.
"Well, Allen? What do you say…?" The redhead asked, nibbling a little harder in his ear. Allen couldn't help but moan at all the things that were being done to him. He couldn't get enough, and he knew that it made him look like a dirty slut. Right now he needed to say something…and, depending on his answer, would change how his day to day life went on. Was it so bad being played with? It meant his secret would be safely locked away, and all he had to do was do what he was told. On the other hand he could bust Rabi right now; all he had to do was run away and call the police. But in doing so he'd have to reveal exactly why he called and what had gone one…and things could spread pretty quickly around campus. Not to mention that the one person he constantly fantasizing about was basically telling him that he was going to fulfill those desires, making them real and making them inferior to the real thing. So what should he do…? Give in and be treated as a toy or run and send Rabi to jail? He couldn't really think about such things, because Rabi's hand was now rubbing his crotch, making him stiffen. He couldn't deal with this right now! But if felt so good…so he pulled the redhead close and kissed him, the same kiss he had given him in the locker room. The redhead's tongue began to a caress his own, making the shorter pull him closer. He couldn't take much more…he couldn't do such a thing in the hallway…anywhere but the hallway. Parting from the Rabi's lips, he was ready to say his answer…he wasn't sure if this was the right thing to do, but he did know that deep down…he really wanted it.
"A-Alight…I'll do it…"