Scott looked around the classroom quickly and noticed that he was the only person with a free space at his desk. Which only meant one thing, Pavel, who had Jackson ready to claw out of his skin was going to have to sit next to him. Mr. Harris placed his and on Pavel's back and gestured for him to Scott's table. Scott anxiously fixed the books that were scattered all over the desk to be stacked exclusively on his side. The young man walked over and sat next to Scott; he turned and flashed a white smile.
Now Scott wasn't gay or bisexual by a long shot, but there was no denying how attractive Pavel was. It was impossible to ignore, his skin was pale, but who wasn't pale in Beacon Hills, his lips were cherry red and full, his cupids bow dangerously defined. His jaw line was masculine and soft at the same time as they rose into sharp cheek bones that sat high on his face showing off his Russian heritage. His dark hair and thick brows made his piercing blue eyes stand out against his face making him even more intimidating. His gazing was interrupted by Pavl's voice.
"You have a bit of ahh…" Pavel said wiping at his lip, Scott blinked rapidly and wiped at his own mouth catching some drool on the side of his lip.
"Oh shit, uh thanks?" he said pulling his attention away from Pavel. He frowned when he turned his head to see Stiles and Jackson both staring evilly in his direction. But they weren't looking at him; they were glaring at Pavel. He looked back to the new student then back to them his eyes widening. No way. He thought before looking back.
Pavel seemed to be focusing heavily on whatever Mr. Harris was talking about.
The shock hit him like a ton of bricks when he finally remembered where he recognized him from. It hadn't been that long ago but it was coming to him in flashes. He clearly remembered the bathroom fight with Stiles and Jackson that had clouded over everything else, but he almost forgot about the other man who walked into the restroom.
Scott's face reddened as he looked back to Pavel. He looked so much younger, his hair was cut differently and he wasn't wearing rugged clothes that looked like they belonged in another century. He was dressed like a typical high school student, almost better than Jackson. Pavel turned his head slowly and smirked at Scott as if he could hear the pieces in his head slamming together. Scott decided to speak first,
"You're that guy, from the bathroom", Pavel quirked a brow
"That guy?", Scott shook is head and frowned turning back to his work
"Now's not the time to talk about it", Pavel chuckled
"What if I come to a decision that there will never be a time, and that you should not get involved?"
Before he could answer Scott heard shuffling coming from Stiles' direction and noticed him getting up and heading to the restroom. Before walking out the room he turned and looked to Pavel with a smug look, a look Stiles' didn't make unless he had stolen some of Scott's gummy worms or snatched the last burger off the grill. This was a different type of smile, a smile with darkness behind it. As soon as the door shut Pavel got up and made his way over to who was grading papers. Scott could see shaking his head and pointing Pavel back into the direction of his seat, soon after his movement became stagnant. Scott zeroed on what Pavel was saying,
"You're going to let me go to the restroom" he said, Harris nodded
"Yes I am"
"Good, also, you're going to always give me a good…grade when it comes to the assignments you distribute"
"I will"
"Good, back to work now"
Pavel's lips spread into a grin slightly showing off white teeth as he stepped out of the room. Scott instantly jumped from his seat and over to Harris' desk.
"Can I-"
"No", Scott frowned, it was if Harris had no clue what just happened
"But do you know what just happened?", Harris sighed
"I do know that you're not in your seat, now sit"
Scott rolled his eyes and walked back to his desk, glaring angrily at Jackson who had obviously been watching everything.
Stiles walked past the bathroom and made a left down the hall, walking past a door that led to the outside corner of the building. There were no cameras around and he'd need it that way. He leaned back on the brick wall and folded his arms, but then quickly raising one to shield his eyes from the sun. The charmed bracelet he had Lydia make did help protect him from the sun but his eyes were still sensitive to it.
When they had first approached Lydia about making them some type of charmed object to keep safe from the sun she had said no at first but ultimately gave in. She also made one for Jackson who decided to go with a necklace instead. He insisted on one shaped like a cross, something about irony.
They had been weary at first because Lydia, though she is a genius, is new to magic. But obviously she knew what she was doing; here he was, standing in the sun.
The door swung open and Pavel stepped through with a shit eating grin. Stiles didn't know how Pavel was managing to walk in the sun. He hadn't seen a charm or anything on him. But that's not what he cared about right now.
"Stiles, what are you doing out here?" the elder vampire asked slyly
"How about I ask the questions. Why are you suddenly a student? Aren't you like a billion? How many times have you done this?"
Pavel glared seductively and crowded around Stiles, caging him against the way with both hands beside Stiles' head.
"I've graduated twice. I tired of school after the second time. Also there was a war going on at the time…so you know" he leaned in and nuzzled his face in the crook of Stiles' neck.
"Which war was that?" Stiles groaned feeling Pavel lick down to his collar bone
"The first one" he replied sliding his hands up Stiles shirt, hiking it up to his chest and caressing his nipples. Stiles shuddered and arched into Pavel's touch. He reached down and began unbuckling Pavel's belt.
"No one wears these anymore, you idiot" he whispered in his haste, he settled on breaking the belt buckle and stuffed his hands in Pavel's boxer briefs, his hand was pulled out quickly and slammed into the brick wall sending pieces of brick crumbling to the ground.
Another one of Pavel's hands came up and clutched his throat pushing his head back into the wall as well. Clearly Pavel liked playing rough, the first time let Stiles know.
"What's with the sudden gain of interest in me Stiles? Hmm? See, I can't read your mind anymore…so I must ask", Stiles rubbed his knee against Pavel's crotch roughly.
"I haven't been fucked in weeks…"Stiles said fervently, Pavel's eyes flashed and he crashed his lips into Stiles'. He forced his tongue into Stiles' mouth while his lips abused Stiles' sensitive lips. Stiles released himself to Pavel's kiss and began to slip his hands back into his pants. His hand was pulled out again as he was pulled out and up.
Before he could say anything he was flipped around and pushed in the wall. The bricks felt cold and rough against his face but his vampire skin didn't scratch at all. The back of his jeans were pulled down and a finger was shoved into him.
"Fuck!"
Pavel chuckled to himself and continued to lick Stiles' neck as he fucked his finger into him. Stiles unable to control himself at the shock of pain, grabbed at the wall, larges chunks of brick breaking under his grip.
"That fuckin hurts!" He growled,
"It's going to hurt every time Stiles, you're always going to close right back up and be nice and tight for me" he said hotly as he shoved in a second finger. Stiles gasped as he pushed back on the finger as the pain subdued and was replaced with pleasure. He felt the hardness of fangs sliding down his throat, tracing smoothly over the stripe of saliva left by Pavel's tongue. He reached back sliding his hand back into Pavel's pants, pulling and jerking on the hard erection.
"Is that for me?" he hissed hotly, flashing a quick smirk before Pavel pushed his face back into the wall, suddenly he felt Pavel pressing against his back, his hard erection standing out against the fabric of his new jeans.
"You ready for it?" Pavel panted into Stiles ear seductively. Stiles responded by grabbing his shoulders, spinning around and pinning him to the wall with a loud thud. Pavel's brows were raised, shocked at Stiles' sudden dominance.
"Ooh, taking control, aye?"
"Shut up." Stiles winked at Pavel and ripped off his shirt, the remnants falling to the ground in torn pieces. He snaked his hands down Pavel's torso and paused when his hand felt a slight bump in his skin. "What's this?" Stiles asked, running his finger back over the bump. Pavel shook his head and exhaled. "Nothing, just a birth deformity".
Stiles raised a brow inquisitively and narrowed his eyes but quickly went back to teasing Pavel's skin.
Pavel ran his fingers through Stiles' hair and tried to make a move, but Stiles held him against the wall.
"Nu-uh-uh! I'm not done." Stiles kissed his way down to Pavel's nipple and licked it with his tongue slowly, then faster. A soft moan escaped his lips. He continued trailing his tongue down his body until he reached the waist of his jeans. He looked up seductively at Pavel, almost like asking for permission, but had every intention of breaking the rules. He slid his pants to his ankles and devoured his throbbing erection; the tip was covered in precum, which Stiles lapped at slowly before sliding the length into his mouth. Pavel's hips bucked as a jolt of pleasure ran up his spine.
"Shit! Stiles..." he moaned. Stiles brought his lips back up to Pavel's tip, lingering then pulling away making Pavel groan even louder. Pavel grabbed Stiles head pulling and pushing him faster on his dick.
"Jesus..." he growled, every flick of Stiles tongue sent a shock of pleasure up Pavel's spine. He was gonna come soon, and he wasn't ready to be done. Pavel grabbed Stiles hair and pulled him up and pushed his face against the wall again.
"Not bad, Stilinski..." A huge smile was on Stiles face.
"I wasn't finished."
"Well, that mouth of yours is very skilled…almost brought me over the edge, but I'm not quite done with you." He whispered in Stiles' ear. Stiles gasped as Pavel entered him quickly, catching him off guard.
"A warning wouldn't hurt! Shit!", Pavel chuckled. He thrust into Stiles roughly, only the surplus of saliva from Stiles' mouth providing lubrication. Pavel kept jerking his hips into Stiles, forcing grunts from them both. The pain was subsiding quickly for Stiles, the euphoria intensifying with each moment Pavel was inside him.
"Oh,fuck-yes, god! Stiles moaned. Pavel wrapped his hands around Stiles throat and squeezed and thrust again. Stiles had never been held this rough before. He was already close, the squeeze around his neck making it all the easier. Stiles was pushing back against Pavel, meeting his superhuman thrust at every shift in pace. Pavel would speed up and right when he felt close, slow down again. It was a marathon of ecstasy.
"Fuck me-ah Fuck! Yes! Right- stay right there." Pavel couldn't control it anymore, Stiles' words were ruining his focus. He was about to burst.
"Stiles I'm gonna...fuck Stiles I'm—" He let out a loud grunt, louder than all the others. Stiles felt himself come all over the brick wall right when Pavel came inside him. They were both panting loudly, not quite sure what just happened, but feeling utterly idyllic. Pavel pulled out and sat against the wall. Stiles stayed standing, all his weight being placed on the wall, his head still resting there.
"Christ...that was fucking amazing." Stiles rubbed his neck, still sore from Pavel's strong hands. Pavel was pulling his pants back on, fixing his shirt. Stiles looked down at himself remembering the fate his shirt had faced.
"Thanks for destroying a perfectly good shirt" he said sarcastically pulling his jacket on and zipping it high enough just to show a bit of his chest, but still wouldn't show that he was completely missing a shirt. He tried to fix his hair back but before he could finish Pavel was back behind him wrapping an arm around his waist and messing his hair back up. He turned and scowled at the elder vampire.
"What's that for?"
"I like you with 'just got fucked hair' " Pavel said before grabbing Stiles as and walking back into the building. Stiles pulled out his phone and sent a text.
You: I think I found it.
Jackson: So it worked?
You: Yes Jackson I fucked him.
Jackson: I highly doubt you did the fucking
You: ….
Jackson: ;-)
You: Asshole
Stiles slipped his phone back into his pocket before entering the building, when he entered the room Pavel was already seated looking profoundly involved in whatever assignment they were working on; as if nothing had happened a few moments ago. Jackson smirked at him as he walked inside. He saw Scott's head look over to where he stood and his nose quiver; the young werewolf then looked at Pavel seated next to him and then back Stiles and twist his face in disgust. Stiles smiled and took his seat.
