School for Fools

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Musical Inspiration: Abracadabra – Brown Eyed Girls / Lucifer – SHINee (Korean music WOO!)
A/n: WARNING. VERY MATURE. So don't expect updates as regular as it should be (because goodness knows I update when I'm suppose too anyway) because it's the most wonderful time of the year. Along with it being in my third year of university, I am also taking Ancient Greek and Latin, so most of my time is devoted to studying, sadly. But I will try to be as regular as possibly, trying to write on Friday, edit Saturday and upload sometime Sunday (the method to my madness). Anyway, enjoy! You all have been so good to me, so I shall make this one a bit longer. Love you all! Xo.

Chapter 7 Needless Details

Picking out to wear was a tireless effort that Robin had no intention of putting much time into. So he said 3 hours ago. And with 180 minutes pasted and a pile of clothes later, Robin was still standing in front of the full length mirror in his boxes, just starring at himself. He had a visualization of what he wanted to wear in his mind, but when he put things on that emulated his imaginative creation, the picture in his mind went to blurriness and he tore the damn things off and pulled more things out of his closet.

Why didn't he buy more practical things? The on slew of red and green and yellow and black shirts was enough to make his stomach sick but out of all the things he could possibly own, it wasn't pants. He maybe had four or five 'practical' pants and then the odd skinny jean (a faze, really) and maybe a pair of shorts or two – which he didn't wear because he thought his legs too pale anyway. So here he was, cursing his impulsive buying and cringing over the fact that he had nothing 'date-like' to wear.

But why did he even care in the slightest what he was wearing? The man was his English teacher, for God's sake! And above all that, he was man. After class that day, Robin had thrown himself onto his bed and screamed into his pillow for a good 20 minutes before coming up to air. Why did he agree to such a thing? A date with a man, and his teacher for that matter. The same thing he was repeating to himself in the mirror as he starred at his thin frame, trying to picture himself on this date. A date with a man. A date with his English teacher. A date with Slade.

He looked at the clock. He had less than an hour to go and he still hadn't even started on his hair.

Slade leaned up against his jet black 2010 Shelby Cobra, his hands in his pockets, looking up at the stars. Being it was so late into the year, the sun was setting earlier; but, no matter. It just meant he could spend more time gazing upon the beauty of the unknown. He pulled a hand out of dress pants and raised it up into the air, jerking his sleeve back in one fluid motion to see the time on his Rolex. Almost 7.30. Nothing wrong with being fashionably early, but he expected a little more from the ever so punctual Robin. He smiled to himself as he turned on his heel and bent down a little to look in the side view mirror and adjust his eye-path. It wasn't something his was particularly fond of wearing, but it beat exposing the hideousness that lain underneath. And pirates were in this year, anyway, so it worked in his favour. The moonlight caught in his silvery hair, creating a soft glow around his face, as if the light were coming from within his hair. Also something his wasn't particularly fond of, but, like the eye patch, it worked in his favour.

Then he heard the front door of the boy's dorm creak open. He turned sharply to look up, a few strands of hair escaping from their bind in the low ponytail that sat at the base of his neck. Time seemed to slow as he watched the boy walk out of his residence. His hair was made to look like he hadn't done much to it, but the Robin touch was definitely there, Slade could it see it in the details. He was wearing a grey v-neck covered by a dressed-down structured jacket that hit his hips in the right place. And, damn, did the boy know how to wear a pair of pants. The black and grey establishment of his outfit somehow brought out the strong blue-ness of his eyes. He had always noted that they were, indeed blue, but never this blue. Like pools of undisturbed oasis lagoons, just beckoning him to soak in them.

"Robin, how wonderful it is to see you again." He didn't shout it, but his voice carried over the air like he was talking into a megaphone. He never shouted, but his voice always had its own presence.
The need to retort, or say something smart crossed his mind but Robin held his tongue and turned away. He heard Slade chuckle under his breath and he could feel his eye looking over him.
"Don't you look lovely this evening."
"T . . . thanks."
"Well, shall we get going them?" He opened the passenger side door, like a scoffer, or a gentleman. Robin opted to go with the first. Again, he thanked the man and took his seat. A sudden rush of heat leapt to his cheeks and he had to turn away so Slade wouldn't see. The man got in beside Robin in the driver's seat and started the car. It roared to life like an awakened lion and spurted forward in a hastened action.
Silence filled the car and Robin thought he would have burst with the anticipation for Slade to say something. He hadn't thought the man would say anything to him so date-like. He looked the man over quickly as he drove. There was a confidence about him, a subtle one. The way he wore his Hugo Boss suit with as much prestige as a king would a fur cape filled him with the notion of just that; a king. Slade acted like everyone bowed before him, like servants, but not in a bastard ruler sort of way. He knew what he was doing, and he loved every minute of it. Maybe he did, too.
"Aren't you going to say anything nice about me?"
Robin was startled by his sudden ego. But he didn't say it in an egotistical way. It was more of a question, like a lost puppy begging for love and affection.
"You know, I picked out this suit especially for tonight."
"It's lovely."
"Now, you're just saying that because I asked you too, aren't you?"
'Obviously' was what Robin wanted to say. "No. The suit looks –"he struggled a little with his sentence, as if it was chocking him not to get out – "The suit looks great on you."
The man looked over for a moment, then back at the road then back to Robin. A sly smile played at his lips. "Well, thank you."
"Where are we going to, anyway?"
"Some hoity-toity place I picked out especially for tonight."
"You picked out everything for tonight didn't you?" Even me, he thought to himself.
"As a matter of fact, I did. I figure it could be special; new."
New indeed.
"Oh, come now Robin. It wouldn't kill you to smile, would it?"
Robin hesitated for a moment as he starred out the window at the passing cars. "Maybe."

As Slade had said, the restaurant was very hoity-toity. Men and women dressed in lavish designer and fancy clothes unflustered themselves and bustled slowly around the place. Robin didn't feel too out of place in his dressed-up down clothing. They got a booth towards the back of the restaurant, where they had to pass each and every single person in the place. Colour flushed in Robin's cheeks again as the waiter, whose name was Michael, seated them and gave them their menus. Slade then stopped him before he left and ordered something that sounded expensive.

"Did you pick out this booth especially for tonight?" Robin asked, his voice wavering a bit as he picked up a menu and observed it diligently.

"Yes. Why, don't you like it? We could move somewhere else, if you would prefer."

"Did you pick it out because you wanted to parade past all the rich bastards sitting here?" Robin eyed Slade over his menu as he spoke the words.

A smile played at Slade's lips but he remained terribly composed. "Yes."

"Why?"

"So they could see you."

This man really did enjoy startling Robin. "So they could see me?"

"Yes. Why wouldn't I want show off my date, if my date is someone as devilishly handsome as you are."

"Now you're just talking shit."

"Dear boy, can't I pay my date a compliment he so rightfully deserves?"

"Can you stop calling me your date? It's. . ."

"Weird?"

". . . Sort of."

"Well, you'll have to get used to it. I can't exactly call you my student because that would be even weirder, as you would say. And there really is no other way or form in which to refer to you as 'my date' but as 'my date' because it just simply wouldn't be correct."

"If you say so."

Slade gestured towards the menu. "Please, choose anything you'd like. It doesn't matter how expensive it is. My treat."

"What? No, no I can't do that. I'll pay for my own meal."

"Robin." His voice was calming, soft like a gentle breeze on a summer evening. "I insist."

All Robin could do was nod. But something didn't add up. They were at fancy restaurant, way fancier then anything Robin had ever attended to with his father, he drove a top of the line car and he was wearing what robin could tell was a very expensive suit. It just didn't seem like someone who was floating from teaching job to teaching job, on such a salary, could afford. What was Slade really up too? Who was Slade?

The dinner slipped by steadily and Robin found himself to be enjoying his time with this man. He had even made him laugh once or twice. The food was exquisite. The expensive thing Slade had order was one of the best wine's Robin had ever tasted. Everything about the night was coming up for the better, and Robin had even begun to relax. The bill came and Slade wouldn't even let Robin see as he slipped in his credit card, signed away, tipped handsomely then escorted him out of the restaurant. Robin didn't even mind a few of the glances they got going out of the place.

They continued to chat in the car-ride back to dorm. Robin felt his heart sink as they pulled up. The car slowed and then halted; Slade turned off the vehicle, got out and opened the passenger side door for Robin, even held out his hand to help him out. Then, to top the whole thing off, he walked slowly behind him up to the door way. It was now close to 10.30 and most of the occupants of the Res were either out parting or gone home. That's how it was; the place would be as dead a s a doornail. Perhaps that's way robin didn't mind being lead up like this.
He turned around slowly and came face to face with Slade. He was standing on one of the lower steps so they were standing at equal height. "I. . . I really do appreciate tonight." The honesty in his voice surprised even Robin as he begun to thank the man.

"I know you did."

"I kind of needed to just get out and relax. I've been high strung the last couple of weeks."

"I know you have."

"You were really generous tonight. I'll make it up to you somehow."

"I know you will."

And then Slade leaned in and kissed him. Robin was completely caught off guard and pulled back quickly. "What are you—"he was silenced by another kiss. Slade had walked up the sets, looking down at the boy and tipped a finger under his jaw. As he leaned in, he tipped robin's jaw up and kissed him gently on the lips. This time, Robin felt no need to pull away. He just melted under the man's lips. The kiss was soft and gentle and left Robin's head spinning. Slade slowly pulled away and looked at Robin deeply, searching his face.

"You've just made it up to me."

Robin was frozen to the spot, starring up into Slade with astonishment, confusion and bliss. Slade back up a little, a small smile on his lips and something devious in his eyes.
Robin reached out and grabbed the front of his suit coat pulling him closer and kissing him. Kissing this man was like nothing he had ever experienced before and it wasn't something he wanted to stop experiencing right at the moment. Slade pulled him in close, enveloping him in his warmth, kissing him back with equal passion. He had never kissed anyone like he was kissing Slade. There was something raw and powerful in the way he dominate Robin, claiming him as his own with nothing more than a kiss. He could feel everything with Slade at that moment, but the most important feeling was want.

And Robin wanted, too.

He broke from his kiss for a moment and looked at Slade with a burning fire in his body. "Do you want to come in?"

And he saw the man smile, for real. A happiness that shown from deep inside sprang out through his eye as he observed the boy. "I thought you'd never ask."

Robin led the man in, tenderly, like a child with their finger's entwined. He fumbled with the lock, having a hard time finding his key and then getting it. It wasn't helping that Slade was planting kisses on his neck every so often, in a unspoken need of hurrying. The door opened and Slade pushed him into the room, his back colliding against the closest wall. Robin hit it with a thud but he didn't feel the pain, he just watched as the man tore off his suit jacket and tossed it aside, before enveloping Robin once again.

"Isn't that expensive?" Robin said between kisses, feeling over the torso of the man.

"Nah, it was just for tonight, remember?" He gently sipped Robin's jacket off then laced his finger's under the boy's shirt, taking it off for him. Robin kissed him hard, letting him feel his want, his need. He wanted this. He knew now, he really truly wanted this.

But was it right?

He ripped off Slade's shirt, sending buttons flying. He gasped at the sight of him without clothes. His body was clean-cut with sharp lines and distinct perfection. The man clearly cared about what was underneath.

The two remained locked in each other's arms, battling each other for dominance through their kisses. There was nothing that would put a hold on what was happening now. He had come too far to stop this half way. He never did this. He never ever did this. But tonight, for him, he would make the exception.
Robin blindly lead Slade to his bedroom, felt the back of his knees knock against the bed and then the man's weight held tenderly over him as he was being destroyed with kisses.
Slade was nipping at his jaw line when he whispered in his ear. "I won't push you."

"Push me."

"If anything happens, I will stop for you. I can wait for you."

Robin smiled. The man was so considerate, especially considering the bulge in his pants was saying differently. Then again, the bulge in his own pants wasn't saying anything different.

"Like I said," he leaned up and kissed the man's earlobe, "push me."

Slade smiled and continued kissing and nipping at his throat and jaw line, making trails down the centerline of his cheats to his stomach to his navel. He dragged his tongue back up to Robin's chin, then back down to his navel then sat up and pulled off Robin's pants without much hesitation, underwear and all. He leaned back over him, admiring Robin's need for him. He smiled deviously and looked up at the boy, who was writhing in need. He took him in his mouth and played with him for a bit, making Robin thrash and buck at the pleasure. He had never felt anything like Slade's tongue before. That thing was something else entirely.

And just when he thought that the man was going to drive him completely off the edge everything stopped and he a furry of frustration and confusion crossed over him. But he loved it. Slade didn't hesitate. He leaned over Robin's body again, ravishing him in the most savage way possible. Robin was sweaty and needing all over before he whimpered, "S-Slade."
That's when Slade's pants came all the way off and he flipped Robin over as if he were nothing more than a pillow. This was the only time that entire night where Slade hesitated.

"Do it," Robin moaned.

Slade entered him slowly at first, causing Robin to cry out. He had never experienced anything so real before in his life. When the whole of him was in him, he thought he was going to explode from the pleasure. Slade took control completely, ravishing him, teasing him, pushing him past his limits before he cried out his name over and over again.

"Don't. Not yet. With me." Although composed, the passion and lust took over his voice and his sentences were caught in his throat. Robin didn't know how much longer he could hold out, but he tried, his breathing becoming short and forced. Sweat poured down his body, mixing with Slade's. Then he took hold of him, playing with him it made Robin call out again. "I can't . . .

I'm going to –"

"So am I."

Robin felt his passion release almost in time with Slade's. The man climaxed in a roar, holding Robin firm against him as he did and remaining that way until the two of them caught their breath.

Robin's alarm-clock read 4:45 a.m. in bright green numbers. Slade lay behind him, holding Robin close. Neither of them was asleep. Their night had continued on several times more. It seemed neither of them could come down after each explosion and the passion just grew and grew, seemingly to no end. But now, not far from dawn's break did the two finally calm down.

Slade was making trails with his finger along Robin's arm. "You," he said, kissing Robin's shoulder, "were superb."

Robin blushed and turned over. "That's the least I could say about you."

Slade smiled and took Robin's hand in his own. "I've been dying to make love to you like that since I first laid eyes on you. You truly are something else."

An embarrassed smile broke out on Robin's face.

"It's true. I have never met anyone like you, Robin. You are special."

The two stayed together, gently pillow talking until 5:00 where they slept for a bit before Slade woke robin up at 6:30 and ravished him a bit more, in a more gentler way, before getting dressed and leaving around 7:30. He had a teacher's meeting at 8 and had to at least take a shower. Robin offered to share his but Slade politely declined.

Robin walked him to the door and kissed him lovingly good-bye.

Slade promised to call him later that day and then took off, speeding away in his dark car. Robin watched him leave from his window before he promptly took a shower, alone; where he washed off the ruminants of the night. He knew that he was going to be soar for a bit and decided to stay in bed for most of the day.

And as the water poured off his tired, but delighted body, a thought crossed his mind that made him pause. Was this how Terra felt the morning after, too?

A/n: Longest chapter so far! And boy was it a doozy! Oh and I feel like this will be asked, but the dorm rooms are like mini-apartments, or so they formed in my mind. I hope you enjoyed! I'll try to have another out by Sunday LOVE YOU ALL Xo.