The Secret Life of St Bartbley Students
A/N – This idea came from the beginning of The Texas Chainsaw Massacre – The Beginning (which is a stupid movie I might add… these beginning flicks are sooo lame) where the blond kid and his girlfriend are playing around and she's dressed up in his football jersey and he's tied to the bed.
I thought of Zack almost immediately, because he's blond and all…
Disclaimer – I don't own Artemis, it makes me depressed…
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Zachary O'Connell was having a bad day.
It had all started when he'd gotten up early for soccer practice, which was being held in the morning and not the afternoon, because their coach was leaving school during lunch for a meeting and wouldn't be back until after lights out. Artemis wasn't accustomed to waking up two hours before the alarm and thus, wasn't pleased when he was jolted awake as Zack was climbing out of bed.
The genius' steel hold on his emotions was always lax when he was sleepy and as the blond apologized, he'd gotten a pillow to the face and a cold threat of no sex if he didn't get out of bed more carefully in the future.
When he'd finally dragged himself down to the field, he'd found the place empty and after waiting around for half an hour in the cold and fog, went back to his room, only to find a note tacked to his door, explaining that practice had been cancelled due to the door of the sports shed being locked and the grounds keeper refusing to open it before 8am.
The note had found its way out of the nearest window and Zack decided to go back to bed. Still grumpy from being woken up an hour before, Artemis refused to cuddle and ordered the blond to stay on his side of the bed.
A few hours later, he was shaken awake by Artemis, who had obviously gotten over his earlier grudge and fully awake, he calmly told Zack to get up and dress for school.
Down in the dinning hall, the cook had decided to make porridge and pancakes that morning's menu, hating porridge and having gotten ill from the last time he'd eaten the school pancakes, Zack went without breakfast.
On his way to third period, the blond had received a phone call from his father, explaining that the family were to attend a dinner party on the weekend and Zack was required to bring a date. A female date and if he couldn't find one, his mother knew of a few girls, close to the family who would love to accompany the blond.
Zack had come to conclusion, after his first time with Artemis, that girls couldn't possibly offer him anything in terms of sex and found the whole hetro thing highly unappealing.
They'd been given a surprise test in both Maths and Chemistry and Artemis had been separated from Zack and the other two so they couldn't cheat off his answers.
When 3 o'clock finally rolled around, Artemis disappeared up to the dorms and locked himself in his bedroom, Oliver had gotten a note earlier that day and went off to meet with the writer as soon as the bell tolled and Will proclaimed that he'd been held back in history, due to his poor performance in last weeks essay. So Zack was left by himself, which really had never happened before, there was always one of his friends free to keep him company and Artemis only did his secret crap on a weekend.
He'd brooded about the up and coming dinner party and denied morning sex in the front grounds of the school, walking in circles around the Entrance building and scaring the younger students.
When dinner drew near, Zack ambled up to his room to take a shower and change, seeing as you didn't need to wear your uniform after school hours. After a ten minute shower, the blond went to dress and while picking out something to wear, found that his soccer jersey had gone missing. Because there was a game on Saturday, the blond needed the fucking thing and this being Friday, he couldn't afford to loose it. It was nowhere to be found.
Which just hammered the final nail in Zack's craptastic day and the blond stormed down to dinner, warning his peers to stay away from him if they didn't want to be punched in the face and Artemis was still missing.
Too angry to eat, Zack left the hall and went up to his room to sulk. When he entered, he found Artemis waiting for him, he was wearing a black robe and his dark locks had been curled, Zack noticed he was wearing make-up as well, perfectly done, the tones dark and seductive.
Artemis smiled and some of Zack's anger seeped away.
"Good evening Zack, not hungry?" asked the genius, arms loosely crossed.
Zack blinked and shook his head.
"No." he grunted out, Artemis breezed over to him, taking his hands and tugging him into the blonds bedroom.
"Aww baby, you sound cross, bad day?"
Zack was in the middle of answering in the positive when the genius pushed him down onto the bed, climbing on top of the taller boy. Zack glared at him.
"Artemis, what the fuck?"
The genius ignored him, pulling a pair of hand-cuffs from his robe and smiling down at his lover, he cuffed the blond's wrists to the bed head. Artemis then leaned down and cut off the other boys sharp protests with kiss.
"Don't worry Zack, I'll make all your worries disappear." he said against the other boy's mouth and pulled back, ignoring the whine from below.
Zack stared at him as the genius shook off his robe, revealing a blue and white jersey underneath, his missing soccer jersey. Wait a minute...
"You took my jersey?" the blond asked, trying to make himself sound angry, but he just couldn't muster up the wanted venom in his voice with Artemis, nude save for the jumper, straddling his stomach.
The genius nodded absently, holding a pair of scissors in one hand and running his other up and down the blade.
"I did, I know you've always wanted me to wear it and I thought playing out one of your fantasies would put you into a good mood."
Zack listened, eying the scissors.
"What are you going to do with those?"
Artemis looked down at his hands and back up to lock gazes with Zack, the blond shivered at the lust he saw in the blue orbs of the genius, his midnight black curls hanging fetchingly around his face.
"So caught up in my lust was I when you came in, that I forgot to have you take off your shirt before bounding you to the bed. It would be such a huge bother to unshackle you and risk loosing my advantage, so I'll use these to rid you of that little cotton nuisance."
Zack gave a start as Artemis lowered the scissors' open blades, slipping the lower one under the hem of blonds' black shirt and holding the t-shirt taught with his free hand, started dragging the blades up, cutting the fabric up the middle. Zack raised his hazel eyes to watch Artemis, who was staring in fixed hunger at the blond's now naked torso; he smirked, the day's events forgotten in favour of the lust boiling in his stomach.
"Like what you see babe?" he asked, his cock jumping when blue eyes, dark with lust, snapped up to meet his.
"I do." answered the Irish prodigy, leaning forward to cut the sleeves away. His work finished and Zack's toned upper half now fully visible for Artemis' viewing pleasure, the genius sat back. "Are you feeling better yet?"
Zack blinked, confused by the question, then he remembered, he'd been having a bad day.
"Much better, though I think I'll be feeling even greater when you're riding my cock." he said, and bucked his hips for emphases, Artemis let out a gasp, as he wasn't wearing any underwear and ran his thin hands up the other's chest.
"Always so blunt baby, but since you are the one shackled, I'll be deciding when the actual fucking will begin. First, I think I'll just torture you a bit. Think of it as pay back for all the times you've kept me from release."
Zack pouted, about to protest, but was cut off when Artemis leaned down to run his tongue from Zack's navel to his throat. The blond groaned, arching his body to try and get some friction between their groins. Artemis continued his exploration of the others chest and stomach, only coming up higher to lick and bite at Zack's throat. The blond struggled against the hand-cuffs, fingers flexing.
"Fuck Artemis, untie me."
The genius brought his face up to hover over Zack's, his curls acting like a curtain around them.
"No." he said, his voice thick with desire.
Zack bucked again, jolting Artemis forward so his mouth was in reaching distance. The taller boy lifted his upper half up to crush his lips against the ones above him. Artemis gasped at the sudden change and Zack took the opportunity to force his tongue inside the genius' open mouth. After a few minute's of Zack's deep, possessive kiss, Artemis pulled away and scooted down to sit on the blond's knees, pulling the zipper on the other's pants down and yanking both the jeans and underpants down his legs.
Zack sighed in relief as his erection sprang free, his jeans never did provide much room and watched as Artemis picked up a tube of lube from beside him and squeezed a generous amount onto three fingers of one hand, rubbing the gel around with his thumb. He looked up at his panting lover, before wrapping the gel covered hand around Zack's painfully erect member. The blond cried out, back arching.
"Fuck Artemis!"
Artemis smiled as he covered Zack's cock completely, taking his hand away before the other boy could fully enjoy the massage. He ignored the whine and raised himself up on his knees, positioning himself over Zack's erection, the blond gave a start.
"Wait, what about you?"
Artemis looked up at him.
"I already prepared myself just before you came, don't worry."
Zack pouted.
"Awe, I would have liked to watch."
Artemis smiled and started lowering himself, the tip of Zack's cock pressing against his entrance.
"Maybe next time." he said and carefully impaled himself onto his lover.
Zack watched, straining to keep his eyes open through the sudden surge of pleasure, as Artemis winced and shut his own eyes in pain, because even if he'd stretched himself before hand, it still hurt.
"Baby untie me, I'll make the pain go away." he said, voice strained. Oh god it felt good.
Artemis was quiet for a moment, before dropping onto Zack completely, the blond lifting his body up to meet him. Artemis's back arched sharply as his prostate was hit dead-on with the first thrust, lifting his body up, only to drop back down again. Zack jerked against the hand-cuffs, wanting nothing more then to flip them over and fuck the genius harder then he had in a while.
"Untie me." he growled out, Artemis stopped his movements and leaned up to release the blonds wrists, his arms free to move again, Zack grasped Artemis' upper arms and flipped them over. "Much better." he said, lifting the genius' legs to rest on his shoulders.
Artemis glared at him, pale arms looping around the blond's neck.
"Control freak."
Zack laughed, kissing the pouting lips as he began thrusting, bracing his arms on either side of Artemis' head.
"What's that thing you say? Oh yeah, the pot calling the kettle black?"
Blue eyes narrowed, and then closed as the blond sped up, the head board beginning to lightly thump against the wall.
"Just shut up and fuck me."
Zack nodded, running one hand up and under the jersey, pushing it up and away from Artemis' sweaty stomach and chest. He smiled, leaning down to suck on the other's bone white throat.
"You're beautiful Artemis, so beautiful."
The genius whimpered, pulling Zack closer as his climax was reached, and he came crying out in one of the only times where he'd allow himself to loose control. Zack followed closely, the sudden clenching of the hot walls around him bringing him over the edge.
He continued to thrust, milking the genius for all he was worth before his strength left him and he collapsed onto the smaller body beneath him. Zack rolled them over so both were lying on their sides, pulling out of Artemis and smiling at the dazed face before him, Artemis gazed back at him.
"I feel much better, thanks love."
The genius smiled and snuggled closer.
"You're welcome."
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E/N: I had to write this, because I haven't written any Zack centred stuff in ages and I do love him. And look, I wrote a lemon, an actual sex scene too the end... gee, aren't I nice for doing that? Don't I so totally suck at them? Depending on its quality, there may or may not be any more lemons.
And yeah I know, some spelling and grammar errors, no need to tell me, I already know.
While on the subject of my OC's, I'd like to ask you (The lone reader who actually looks at my notes…) who of them you like best.
Zack.
Oliver.
Or Will.
Kiyoshi is NOT included as he's not my character. You don't need to tell me of course, I was just wondering if you liked them or not, shouldn't write a fic with dumb OC's. That goes against everything I stand for.