The Secret Life of St Bartbley Students
Summery: PWP chapter fic. What the title says. Also Artemis in a skirt and is the ah... coughschoolslutcough Don't like, don't read. Simple ne? No Butler, sorry ppl. Just a whole lot of OC's. But don't worry. None of them are girls. :P R&R!
Disclaimer: I don't own Artemis. But I do own Zack, Oliver and Will. Although I'd trade them in for the yummy genius any day. Not Zack though... Zack is mine!
Pairings: Many. Many.
Warning: SLASH. Lots and lots of SLASH. It's everywhere! Flamers should cover their virgin eyes. Crossdressing. Cussing and my poor attempts at smut!
Rating: M
Authoress' Greeting: I just realized I have never given Oliver a last name. How silly of me. I'll have to do that right now. (Thinks.) Oliver Rielly. There we go. Artemis won't be doing much, or saying much in this chapter. For good reason.
And by the way. If anyones reads these opening notes. Say so. Please? (anime eyes)
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Chapter 6: Getting Away With Murder
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"Is she looking?"
Zack glanced up at Mrs Wonton. The middle aged women had her back turned to the class, writing something on the white board. Her messy bun, half falling out of it's red scrunchy. Artemis rapped the blond on his knee for attention when Zack failed to answer. Said boy turned back to him.
"Nah. She's doing something on the board."
The genius smiled, purred "good." and slid off his seat. Going under the desk. Zack shimmied down in his chair, slumping in the fine dark wood. Oliver glared, directing all of his jealous anger on the boy sitting in front of him.
"Why the fuck does he always do it for you?"
The blond shrugged and licked his lips as he felt the zipper on his trousers pulled down.
"You never ask." he supplied lamely.
Artemis, who was kneeling between Zack's parted legs. Peeked up at Oliver.
"That's right. You never ask. You don't ask, you don't get." he said, then disappeared again.
Oliver huffed, throwing a small piece of rubber at the boy in front of him. The boy yelped and looked over his shoulder. Glaring at Oliver. The dark skinned soccer player sneered. He turned back to Zack when the blond moaned "oh yeah..." and snaked one hand under the desk. No doubt to grip the genius' silky black locks.
Mrs Wonton didn't turn around. Though she rarely did face the class, only to greet them. She was a women in her forties and wasn't married. Artemis had said that she was a shell of a human being. Someone who was lonely and pathetic. And was probably a virgin to boot.
"Well I'm asking now." growled Oliver quietly.
Zack let his head loll back, looking up at the ceiling.
"He's busy now, fuck off."
"Artemisss..."
There was a slight scuffle and a hissed "well move closer then." and Oliver was pulled by his leg, into Artemis' empty seat. The brunette smiled slightly when a small hand ran up his left leg and onto the bulge in his pants. Rubbing it a little to get it hard.
Zack pouted at his best friend. Who was grinning like a fool. Artemis said on a daily basis, that the two where like twins. Whatever one got, the other had to have. It was very annoying to everyone other than Zack and Oliver. It was especially frustrating to Artemis. Because he was a "shared lover". So they both had to have equal attention.
"You ass, why do you always have to take away my attention." sulked Zack.
Oliver adopted the same posture as Zack, slouching down in his chair. Feeling the wondrous mouth of Artemis Fowl The Second, suck you off. You'd be almost falling off your chair too.
"Because you don't deserve it. I'm much better looking." he replied.
Zack punched his arm playfully. Then got a punch to his thigh.
"If you two are going to talk. I'm going to stop right now and you can just sit here, with books over your laps for the rest of class." growled the genius from under the desk.
Both boys snapped to attention. Falling silent and adopting different positions, so as to not give anything away. Oliver flopped down at stare at Artemis' open note book. Marveling at the genius' neat, curved handwriting. Zack stayed where he was. Looking up at the ceiling. Hazel eyes glazed over.
Will, who was sitting on Zack's other side, frowned. He was always left out. Why couldn't Artemis give him a blow job too! It wasn't fair.
"What about me?" he whined quietly.
Zack and Oliver exchanged a glance, both looking down to the genius curiously. Artemis had never given all three of them blow jobs at once. It might be fun.
"Yeah baby, what about Will?" said Zack.
"Can't leave him out, can you." Oliver jumped in.
"Just a moment ago you two where arguing about sharing me and now you're saying I should just go ahead and blow all three of you off?" came the heated, whispered reply of Artemis.
He was met with three identical grins and silence.
"Agh... fine, Will undo your pants."
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Ending Note: This chapter took me longer than expected to write. What with family problems. The birth of my niece, housework, and my short attention span.
Short as it was. Review anyway. Please? Please?