Saturday Night
By: Selim
Rating: M+
Summary: Toothless has a problem – a big one. About to enter his last year of school, it occurs to him he's the only virgin in his class. In hopes to rectify that, he stumbled upon a number for a prostitute. One night is never so easy.
Pairing: Human-Toothless/Slut?Hiccup
Warnings: Language, Minors having Sex, Protected Sex, Unprotected Sex, Toys, Rimming, Oral Sex, Deep Throating, Frottage.
Disclaimer: I do not own How to Train Your Dragon. This is a piece of fiction and the author is making no monetary gain off its creation.
For two years Toothless mentally prepared himself for the moment his interview with the department heads would come. He had spent years with his nose in books learning to theory while spending his free hours at group programs and competitions practicing the theory being taught. His father had assured him just last night that his CV was impressive for someone his age. The moment the administrative assistant left him in front of the Chair's office, Toothless felt his self-esteem deflate.
Some students knew the moment The Interview was over whether or not he or she had made it into the competitive program. With only 100 spaces open for students in various programs, it wasn't easy to get in. As it stood, Toothless had seen three students leave the main office since he had been instructed to sit.
The wide door opened and a pleasant Snotlout stepped out, uniform pressed clean and hair smoothed back. He was laughing with one of the professors for Year Three, Dr. Stroud Mildew. The man was a legend in the corporate world as a financial consultant. Rumor had that any corporation that placed this man on their pay roll often tripled profit within the first quarter.
Turning away from the skinny scholar, Snotlout smirked at Toothless before walking away. Toothless took a heavy breath, feeling Dr. Mildew's eyes on him. The man made a low, disproving sound before disappearing into the office. The heavy set administrative assistant watched him leave before waving her hand.
"Toothless Fury, they'll see you now."
Standing up, Toothless straightened his jacket one last time before taking a deep breath. "Thank you, ma'am." He moved through the heavy set door. It was shut behind him and for a second he felt like a caged animal that walked into the lion's den.
Thirteen men sat in a horseshoe around a sturdy table. Next to each man was an overpowering pile of applications. In the middle of table, settled with only one resume, sat the most famous of all men.
Stoick Haddock may have inherited Haddock Inc. from his father, but he was just as powerful as the last man. He had expanded the business, creating a bubble of business and stockholders from here to the ends of the planet. In his hands was Toothless' application for the program, his thick fingers moving through pages upon pages of information with a passing glance.
Dr. Mildew settled in his leather chair with his hands folded n front of him. Toothless tried to place names with every person in the room, but came up clueless quickly.
"You have one of the most complex CVs that I have seen in a long time." Stoick Haddock closed the packet, hands folded under his chin. "It's not often we get an applicant for our Aerophysics and Development Labs."
Toothless wrestled his tongue around his thick mouth, not sure what to say to that, almost certain that if given the chance stupid would fall out.
"And your professors," Haddock continued, "Have nothing but high praise. However, none of them truly know you." He placed the three Letters of Recommendation on the table, open. None were more than a page and a half, probably containing rote information from a set template. Toothless was hardworking, never caused any problems. "You're incredibly active in the community though – seven years with the Young Aerophysics Crew working the tournament system here in Berk."
"The Dragon Riders, yes," Toothless breathed. "I admit," he bowed his head, "I'm often warped by my peers, many of whom are more active with the teachers, however I worked harder to construct my time in the community of our city rather than of the small selection of our school. The Dragon Riders have made in to Nationals with our Pilotless Cruiser the XM-112." The biggest restriction had been the range of communication with their console. Higher frequency depleted the battery faster and within five minutes, it crashed.
"I remember that." A bulky man sitting next to Haddock chimed with a rich accent. His smile stretched. "It was a beautiful design and had the best time to reach all of the targets while collecting visual data for the front service. It came in second only to the one able to last forty-seven seconds longer on the field. The X-112 Unit was able to handle the sharp wind that came in that evening, but it shaved off valuable battery life by stabilizing itself."
Toothless winced. He had had bad sportsmanship when the judges declared them Second Place material. Defeated by natural physics. "We are working out the kinks for this year's tournament, but I will let my co-designers know that our project was remembered."
Haddock eased through the forms. "You've attended both our First Year Program and Second Year Program on scholarship I see."
"Yes, Sir."
"And work in the IT Department. Bucket had nothing but praise for your work."
Next to him, Dr. Mildew snorted. "That hardly offsets his ability to give back to the school. As a Scholarship Student, he's taken almost fifty-thousand dollars of our student's tuition for his own education and has not joined any extracurricular sports, hasn't joined any of our national team, and by rumor hacks into student tablets to allow them to maneuver past our firewall an access inappropriate material. Should I remind you of the virus that tore through the Biology Department last year?"
Toothless spoke up first, "The virus originated on an instructors computer linked to an email supposedly containing information on public event he wished to sponsor. From there, he circulated the link containing the pest to all of the student's emails. The first student to bring the problem to the IT Office had believed he lost all his data looking at illicit material on the computer he hacked himself." He stiffened realizing the glare directed his way from two of the professors from the Biology Department and the one from Dr. Mildew.
He stifled his emotions again.
"Of course," Mildew hissed.
Haddock glanced back at his work, the smile not hidden. "Let us get back to the situation at hand. Mr. Fury wishes to grace my school with his presence. Third Year Students attend Berk Academy on Full Scholarship from merit. You would receive a one-on-one education from a private tutor in our Aerophysics program from the University and prior to graduation will intern with our private Aerophysics team. You will then be steamrolled into the University program on first selection immediately. This is a pricey program that only the best students are selected; tell me why I should accept you into this program when I could have one of your classmates."
Toothless gritted his teeth. "Because I'm thebest. I have worked on robotics since I was old enough to have the fine motor skills to tear apart my dad's television at four. The first kite I ever flew was hooked up to a weather satellite I made myself that told me the air temperatures and wind speeds. I was nine at the time." He took a deep breath. "I joined The Dragon Riders when I saw them creating the Rover Model. There are ideas in here," He touched his skull, "I just need to prove it with the help of others."
The fat man in the center table smiled, arms folded under him. "That's very interesting, Mr. Fury." He glanced over his other men, "Does the panel have any other questions?"
"I do," Mildew grunted. "Let us talk about the cost of this one particular student. The department he's requesting to join is a very expensive program. In fact, he must also seek additional education at another college outside our collective group for University Graduate. Upon exiting, he might not even intend to rejoin the Berk Program. We will have placed hundreds of thousands into this one person to get not only their Performance Degree, but a University Degree only to have a competitor pick him up. It's not exactly a field with a high turnover in staff."
"My family is in Berk, Dr. Mildew."
"And my family in the Main Land. When it comes down to it, when looking for a job, he's not going to be picky where he will be." Mildew tossed his head back. "There are other students whose degrees end within two, three years top, followed by a contract placement in the company." He sneered at Toothless. The teen stiffened his back, not letting the few agreed nods affect his demure.
"I always wanted to work back with Haddock Industries, Sir." Toothless directed his gaze at the President of the Company. "Ever since I was a little boy. You needn't worry that your resources have been wasted."
"I'm not." The red-haired man murmured, green gaze on his companion. "Nor am I worried whether you'll work at a different company when you graduate. I cannot control where you go, we can only hope that you'll go somewhere."
The questions after came from all parties, questioning Toothless' merriment for the position. His marks were top of his class, he'd scored high on his exams, and he had excellent credentials outside the school. He was quizzed on his abilities by a secondary man - a Mr. Gobber - about his work on the XM-112.
Scratching his head nervously, Toothless admitted, "Her battery pack has been wasted since the last competition. It just occurred to me she hasn't flown since coming in second place. I suppose during the Summer Season I will probably take her out on a few test flights and modify the battery pack to work on solar energy. We are working on the XM-112 with the team, but we have stepped back to let the newer girls and boys work on their own theories this year."
"Ah, fine choice," Gobber chuckled.
"Well," Haddock hummed low into his own notes. "I believe we have everything we need for today. Thank you for coming in Mr. Fury."
Shaking each person's hands, Toothless ducked his head before the boisterous President. "No, thank you for taking the time and seeing me." He stopped at Mildew, nodding his head.
The room was quiet as he left the small room. In the seats, waiting for their appointment was another boy that Toothless vaguely recalled from his chemistry class. That wasn't too bad.He wanted to reassure the other boy, but it wasn't his place as he left the Administrative Office.
In his dorm room, he ducked out of his uniform with haste. His roommate had already packed up his own belongings, having thrown a fit for his immediate dismissal from the program only two days before. He was nowhere to be seen, but Toothless wasn't going to stay in that spot and wait. Reaching under his own mattress, he unboxed his XM-112 unit.
Its silver frame glistened bright, a fine vein of wires under a light circuit board positioned appropriately on its aft. A brush over the battery pack, just above the contact if found information, informed him there was enough charge for a few hours. "You might have saved me."
Dressed in his daily wear, enormous model under his arm, he left the school. Berk Forrest, nestled at the foot of the island forming mountain, was three bus routes away from the school. The population was dense the closer to those lands where the rich and famous of Berk typically stayed.
At his stop, Toothless took the scenic route off of the hiking course. To the west, closer to the housing district, was an open spot, sparse of trees. It provided enough altitude for previous flight runs in the past and as he moved, the cool breeze brushed past him.
Setting up the XM-112 Unit was instinctive. Its wiring had to be cross attached and the battery lit to life in seconds with the faintest of chimes. In his hand, the receiver lit green before flashing across its small screen a series of figures. After a few seconds a beep clicked over warning of low altitude.
"All right," Toothless settled back. It was like the competition all over again in his head. His two closest teammates standing next to him, the apprehension in the air. Will it work? Was all their hard work moot? Were the weather conditions correct? He licked his dry lips as the engine whirled to a start. The propellers - an above vehicle model unlike their more recent work - whirled to life. Lift took a few seconds until finally the XM-112 raised a fourth of a meter off the ground.
Its full capacity was at least a meter. It had been a prize feature, but the altitude affected the battery life. After the competition failure, Toothless had tweaked a few of the features, including the propeller strength. Come on. He eased the unit into a full circle, raising it an additional half meter. It whirled and cried until the wind picked it up higher and higher, well into the air.
In his hand, the receiver indicating the signal strength with a green flash. Still good.
He lost himself in the moment, letting the vehicle soar every direction, lowering and increasing its altitude with ease. The battery life remained constant, but that was only with the help of the air circulation. Toothless shifted again.
Another blast of sea wind came up the soaring hills, past the trees. Toothless scowled as his craft shifted left before regaining control. This is a safe area.
Another meter was met with a still a strong signal and battery life.
Toothless changed directions of the craft, trying to glide it along the ridges of trees as the reader collected air current data. A red light flashed only a second before a strong gust came into the open land. Above him the XM-112 lost control, spiraling into the tree line and over the side of the hill.
"Shit-!" Toothless ran over, slamming his thumb on the key reader. His receiver flashed green, but he didn't see the craft rise up. "Mother fucker!" He jumped over the ledge, sliding along the rocky lines and using trees to stop his fall. It was a slope guided with sporadic foliage until the ground disappeared into a deep ravine filled with tree life.
The signal turned red as the feedback screen read disconnected.
"No, no!" Toothless rushed along the ground, looking through the brush and trees for any sign of his RC Unit. The team is going to fucking kill me! He dug through random trash he found along the area. His stomach flipped and he re-entered the main path nearly two hours later littered with bug bites and no Flight Model.
So much for a good day, he grumbled to himself as he entered his father's shop. Ulla, the greeter, smiled at him as he entered. Her thousand watt smile that seemed to be part of her features disappeared just as quickly as she moved to him.
"Did your interview not go well, Toothless?"
"What?" Toothless whispered, distracted.
"You look like my brother did when he failed out of Berk Academy last year. It's all right if you did, it's their loss. Toama went out to the Main Islands and joined their local university, he's testing out of all his required class so you'll be good as gold."
Toothless waved her off. "No, no. I don't think I did badly on the Interview. I mean, it looked like they were telling people if they were accepted or not there. They didn't not accept me. No, no, I uh... shit..." He rubbed his dark hair, breaking his desired signature spikes. "Remember that model I took home from the competition last year?"
The greeter tilted her head, but nodded. "Yea, that helicopter thing."
"Flight Model."
"Whatever."
"But yeah, that. I just lost a project my group and I put thousands of our own cash into."
Ulla scratched her chin. "Now why did you go do something like that?"
Scowling at the woman (Ulla was as sweet as they came, but Toothless figured that as far as brains went, her brother took the good cells), the teen dropped his head. "Because I thought it would be funny."
"So, uh, what are you going to do?"
Now that was an interesting question. In all reality his crew wasn't going to be too upset that he'd lost the project since they were going to be building a new model, they were, however, going to want the original model as a starting point for the new group. "Probably build a new base model over the summer month."
"Oh." Ulla frowned. "Is that going to cost a lot?"
"Mm. A bit." Toothless grumbled, taking a seat in the furthest spot in the restaurant where he could maybe hide from his father for a bit.
Gods, money. It would cost a pretty center, he scowled. He would have been able to afford the material to make the shell too, but if memory served it would cost an additional 250 that he had at one point.
"I'll probably have to crawl on my belly and beg forgiveness," he concluded to the woman. "Ulla, I'm avoiding my dad for a bit, think you can put in an order of the House Special in for me?"
The woman smiled. "You look like you need it." She left the area.
Stretching his legs out, Toothless dropped his head back.
Classes were out by the end of the week, he could maybe take a few more shifts at his father's shop. Maybe even offer his babysitting services to his mother's coworkers. No more random expenses over the next month, especially no pricey prostitutes (no matter how tight a particular one's ass was).
The bell over the restaurant's front door chimed with a loud, Ching-ching. Toothless pointedly ignored it. It wasn't like his school didn't know his father owned this place. He had tried hiding it when he first started school two years ago; it was a moot point now.
"Welcome to Night Fury Dining, table for one?" Ulla's preppy voiced echoed across the small shop.
"Um, no," A familiar voice sounded. Toothless rolled his tongue in his mouth. "I'm looking for someone in The Aerophysics Crew of Berk? I got hit by one of their toys."
Jumping up, Toothless pulled out of his bench. "That's me!" His voice snapped. "Oh, thank you! Thank you so mu-"
He froze as he stepped in front of his prostitute - no his Hiccup and swallowed.
Shit.