That�s What I Go To School For

Detention
By Eline

The Sequel, which I said I would write because of a long story involving my PC's faulty CMOS battery and making sacrifices to the Gods (being the collective unconsciousness of everyone online) of the Internet.

Delinquent Suzaku/Delicious glasses-wearing Lelouch-sensei OOC porn.

More AU hijinks. Co-starring Class 3B, the biggest group of delinquents and social malcontents of New Britannia High School. (Don’t try to make sense of why they’re students. Nothing makes sense!)

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The denizens of detention class--also known as eighty percent of 3B--eyed the clock warily. Five o'clock was rapidly approaching and they had exhausted their list of even more illegal things to do in detention.

C.C. could be seen doing her nails with Viletta and decorating them with tiny Cheese-kun decals. Some juniors had obviously been complaining about the extortion of their lunch money. Jeremiah, Guilford and some others who had been playing hooky from Science class were playing a perverted version of Yu-Gi-Oh under their desks. In their own private corner of the room, Cornelia and Diethard held court over the renegade computer geeks as they plotted to reprogramme all the school clocks in order to get out of class two hours earlier. (There had been no real evidence that they had been behind the rigging of the school speakers to play "My Humps" during the principal's weekly address, so they had been hauled up for stealing all the three-pin plugs from the computer labs instead.)

The boring task of taking detention class was a special duty reserved for the most junior members of the teaching staff. Today, it was Lelouch-sensei's turn to mind New Britannia High's most cheerfully determined future-criminals.

"Sensei," Kallen said, raising her hand. "It's already five o'clock."

The Britannian teacher looked up in surprise from the papers he was grading. "Ah--er, you're all dismissed!"

"Sensei, are you all right?" Kaguya asked. She had been caught hawking doujinshi ("Ero Sensei Monogatari") during recess time--which was practically unheard of because the peddling of drawn porn was the domain of her underlings at the Doujinshi Club. Apparently good underlings were hard to find these days.

"Ah--I'm fine!" Lelouch-sensei seemed to be rather jumpy. "Why do you ask?"

"Because you're sweating and it's fifteen degrees at the very most."

"Er, I think my . . . coffee is a little too hot." Their teacher’s untouched cup of coffee was stone-cold, but the students decided not to comment in favour of getting the heck out of school. If they had looked a little harder, they might also have realised that Lelouch-sensei had made very little progress with his grading as well.

"Didn't Suzaku have detention as well for trying to hang Diethard upside down from the flagpole?" Kallen wondered on their way out.

"Come to think of it, I saw Suzaku just before detention . . . but he just vanished."

When the last of the students had left, Suzaku stuck his head out from under the teacher's desk to make sure they were alone. "It's awfully stuffy down here," he commented as he crawled out and stretched.

Suzaku had been under the desk for the entire length of detention class, which had translated into two solid hours of arousal-filled hell for Lelouch-sensei. In the first hour, Suzaku had teased him by intermittently touching him and massaging him through his trousers. In the second hour, he had moved on to using his mouth.

"S-suzaku . . ." Exhausted and at the end of his rope after controlling himself for two hours straight, Lelouch-senseicould barely even speak as he slumped in his chair with his fly open. He was painfully erect and in desperate need of relief. “I--enough already . . . I need to come . . .”

"Sensei, you don't expect me to do it for you every time, do you?" Suzaku asked, bending down to stroke the sweat-soaked strands of hair away from Lelouch's over-heated skin. "Do it yourself. Come on, don't be shy . . ."

He grasped Lelouch’s hand and guided it down to his swollen erection. Lelouch-sensei hesitated, the fair skin of his high cheekbones flushing red with shame.

“It’s all right, Lelouch-sensei. There’s no one here but us,” Suzaku whispered, pressing his mouth to Lelouch-sensei’s delicate lips and felt the other man moan into their lust-filled kiss. He encouraged Lelouch’s hand to move and soon his teacher was pumping himself on his own accord, too far gone to care anymore.

Turned on by the lewd spectacle of his English teacher pleasuring himself, Suzaku started to stroke himself, unconsciously matching Lelouch’s rhythm. It was not long before Lelouch-sensei climaxed messily and shot his load all over himself. Suzaku felt an even darker desire arising at the sight of the milky white streaks on Lelouch’s skin and clothes.

“Lelouch-sensei . . . it’s your turn to do me now.” Before Lelouch could object, Suzaku had tangled a hand in that silky black hair and tugged his teacher to his crotch.

“Guuhhh!” Surprised, Lelouch stumbled onto his knees and had barely a moment to gasp before Suzaku pushed his cock into his mouth.

“Mmmnnhh!” Gagging on Suzaku’s erection, Lelouch could not move away as he was held in place by strong hands tangled in his hair. Realising that the sooner Suzaku came, the faster it would be over, Lelouch started to move his tongue, massaging the hot flesh in his mouth.

“That feels so good, Sensei . . . Oh yes, like that!” Suzaku started to jerk his hips, pumping himself in and out of Lelouch’s mouth.

Lelouch sucked harder, swallowing Suzaku in deep. “Mmmnnn . . .”

Suzaku had never thought Lelouch-sensei had it in him. Though he probably was not going to last at this rate . . . Lelouch-sensei tired out very quickly. Suzaku had learned this after fucking him in various places in school and on one memorable occasion, on the balcony of Lelouch-sensei’s very small third floor flat. Those memories made him wish that he had not broken Diethard’s camera over his head . . . Just remembering the noises Lelouch-sensei made was enough to blow his mind.

“Unnhhh!” Suzaku pulled out of Lelouch’s mouth and came messily all over his face and hair. When he had recovered from his orgasm, Lelouch-sensei still knelt panting at his feet. Sticky strings of semen hung off his glasses and dripped off his flushed cheeks and long dark eyelashes. Yes, Suzaku decided through a fog of lust, he needed to extort a camera from Diethard really soon. Even if he had to bribe that pervert with pictures . . .

“Sensei, we should go wash up now.” As Lelouch-sensei was barely capable of standing upright, Suzaku cleaned them both up like the helpful boy he was and deposited his teacher back in the nearly empty staffroom.

“What a helpful student you have,” the other teacher remarked in passing. “Is he really from 3B?”

You don’t even know half of it, Lelouch thought. He glanced blearily at his timetable. If he was going to be taking detention class for the next month, he might die of exhaustion first.

On his way back home, Suzaku perused his copy of Lelouch-sensei’s timetable (courtesy of the office staff he had bribed).

If Lelouch-sensei was going to be taking detention class for the next few weeks, he had better step up his efforts at misbehaving.

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I . . . have absolutely no excuses for this.