morvith on tumblr said: You know, I always assumed that the Augments picked their names themselves. Khan probably isn't even the worst named of the bunch: you know some of them would have gone waaay overboard - names of ancient gods, Roman emperors, Pharaos, regal names, unique…

benedicted-cumberbatched replied: I seriously need a cracky fic of this

And my attempt at said prompt turned into (you guessed it) khanolly smut. (Which doesn't happen till the 2nd chapter of this two-parter, sorry!)

"Khan? Can you answer the question?"

With a bored grunt, the eighteen-year-old Augment shook his head. Professor Hooper snarled and slapped her hand down on her desk, causing every Augment student in the room to sit up a bit straighter and actually pay attention. When the mild-mannered maths instructor lost her temper, everyone listened. "Khan," she said sharply. "I know you can answer it. Do so."

He smirked and replied with the string of numbers and formulae she'd been looking for, and she nodded her approval before moving on to the next student. "Tsukuyomi, can you build on Khan's answer?"

Tsukuyomi obediently spat out his own response, even quicker than Khan had. Oh, it was like that, was it? A competition now? Khan narrowed his eyes at the other boy, who smirked at him as Professor Hooper turned to Thutmose, who fumbled his response, only to have it picked up by Juno. After Juno it was Balthazar's turn, then Gilgamesh. Soon every student was piping up with their confident - or less frequently, slightly incorrect - advances on the problem, much to Professor Hooper's obvious satisfaction.

Athena, Eshu, and Kali each called out the last few bits, but Khan made sure to provide the final answer himself. Professor Hooper raised an eyebrow at him, her signal of disapproval when a student didn't remember to raise a hand or wait to be called on, but then the bell rang, signalling the end of today's lesson, and she dismissed them.

Khan lingered at the back of the room until everyone else had left, pretending to be absorbed in something on his tablet but actually watching the young maths teacher through his eyelashes. Oh, he had plans for Professor Hooper; she was only about five years older than her students, and even though she hadn't undergone the thorough genetic overhauling they had received since childhood, she'd still had to undergo enhancements in order to be allowed anywhere near them. Normal humans had proven to be far too…breakable…to be able to properly maintain discipline.

He wet his lips as he saw her bend down to rummage through her leather carry-all; she was wearing one of his favorite outfits today, a pastel button-up tucked into a black a-line skirt that hugged every one of her curves, the exact opposite of her usual bland, baggy khakis and childish jumpers.

"Professor," he said once he'd silently made his way to the front of the classroom.

She jumped a bit as she straightened, turning to face him. "Khan," she said in a level voice, but he saw the pulse jumping in her throat at his nearness.

He was close enough that she had to tilt her head to meet his eyes, but there was no fear in her expression, no intimidation, and he found that even more arousing than the slight V of skin showing at the opening of her blouse. Nothing inappropriate, only two buttons popped, but there was very little about his professor that Khan didn't find…interesting.

Like the fact that she'd disdained having her body enhanced in any purely cosmetic manner, the way so many of the other scientists and teachers had. She'd had no breast augmentation, no plump lips or sultry voice box or bedroom eyes added to her person. She remained outwardly as she'd always been: wide brown eyes, narrow pink lips, long chestnut-brown hair pulled back into a pony-tail, a slender figure, small hands…human. So very, very human.

When she'd first started teaching them, Isis had made bold to ask her why she'd chosen to stay so 'mousy'. Professor Hooper's response had been to level her gaze at the younger woman, erasing her smirk with her words. "Mousy? Maybe. But at least I'll always be certain that someone is interested in me for more than just my looks. Not everyone can say that."

That was the very moment he'd decided he wanted her. Her, and no one else. Hera and Ramses had been the most persistent in attempting to gain his sexual attention, but aside from a few mutual wank sessions and kissing, he'd gone no further with anyone, male or female.

Now was the moment he would finally learn if Professor Hooper would be willing to further his education in that particular area.