That�s What I Go To School For

After School Activities
By Eline

This series . . . is perverted and it eats my brain (but will never beat the actual Sound Episodes for crack). Delicious glasses-wearing Lelouch-Sensei is a fetish in itself. And 3B--proud winners of the “making even substitute teachers wet themselves in fear” award for three years running.

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Being a new teacher, Lelouch Lamperogue was slowly learning the ropes at New Britannia High. Milly Ashford, a frighteningly cheerful blonde, had been assigned as his guide and mentor for the first few months.

“As one of our teachers has gone on maternity leave, you’ll take over her after-school activity for the time being,” Milly said, walking with him to his prospective club venue.

“And what activity might that be?” Lelouch asked.

“The Arts and Crafts Club--I hope you don’t mind!” Milly chirped.

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It was not that bad an activity to be in charge of, Lelouch knew. He could have been assigned to Track and Field, which was thankfully the domain of another teacher. Or the Science Club (with its grand total of three members), which was probably better off under Nina. The girls and one boy (Jeremiah Gottwald--winner of the School Craft Fair for two year running) of the Arts and Crafts Club were fairly content to go about their activities no matter which teacher was in charge.

He just wondered if Milly had assigned him to the Arts and Crafts Club because she knew he made his own lunch every day. Or that he mended his own clothes. And could bake a decent soufflé.

In any case, activity time after school on Wednesdays and Fridays were fairly popular amongst the varied and often absent student population. It was the only time teachers could actually count on full attendance.

The students were all working on their pieces for the activities showcase cum Crafts Fair at New Britannia High’s Open House Day and did not seem to need any teacher-ly advice. Meandering around the various workbenches in the Arts and Crafts Room, he tried to feel a little less useless.

He was drawn to the back of the room where third year senior Cornelia was working on a joint-project for the Craft Club and Science Club. For one thing, she had set up a small forge and wielding station at the back of the Arts and Crafts Room.

Standing a safe distance away, Lelouch peered at the . . . thing that occupied some four cubic metres of space. “Um . . . what is it?”

Cornelia turned off the acetylene torch and removed her face shield. “A one-tenth scale replica of Tachikoma. With the help of the Science Club, I should be able to have it fully functional by Open House Day,” she said with the certainty of a soldier who could see victory over the trenches over the burning corpses of her enemies.

“Right, I’ll leave you to it then.” He escaped from Cornelia’s domain and found himself at the art corner where various easels were set up.

“Sensei! What do you think of my piece?” Kaguya asked. “It’s a collaboration between the Doujinshi Club and the Art Club!”

She enthusiastically showed him several large panels, which on closer inspection, turned out to be--

“Er . . .” The level of detail was . . . truly astounding. The content however, was mature enough to give heart attacks. It was fortunate, perhaps, that one had to be at least a foot away to see that each panel consisted of strip after strip of doujinshi H-scenes, all neatly stacked up row by row. The only reason why he was not blushing was because of the sheer volume of porn that got confiscated on a daily basis at New Britannia High.

“Sensei, what about my piece?” the neighbouring student asked.

Thankfully distracted, he looked at the canvas with its pale yellow, bright red and green splotches and hazarded a guess. “It’s some kind of abstract art?”

“I call it ‘An Ode to Mozzarella, Tomato Sauce and Basil’,” C.C. said. “What do you think, Sensei?”

“Very nice. Carry on.”

Trying hard not to run away from the art corner and the massive panels of artistic avant garde pornography, Lelouch found his way to a quieter section whose inhabitants were not so intent on bending the Craft Fair rules into pretzels.

The club’s sole male member frantically assured him that his piece was well on the way and that he was not in the habit of showing it until it was done. Leaving Jeremiah to whatever it was he was doing, Lelouch looked over the other member who was sharing the workbench.

“This is origami?”

“An origami model of Himeji Castle, with walls, moat and surrounding gardens, Sensei,” Sayoko said. “I’m making little warriors to put around it.”

“It’s magnificent!”

“Thank you, Sensei! Of course, my efforts are mediocre at best,” Sayoko said. “My ancestors would turn in their graves for I have used separate pieces of paper for each part.”

“. . .”

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At the end of the day, there was still cleaning up to do and packing away the bulkier pieces in the store room. Certain items could not be allowed to be left out in the open least they caused a) moral outrage, b) conniptions, c) lustful thoughts or d) all of the above.

It was the only time the teacher-in-charge had any organising to do. It was also the time when most students disappeared in a way that would make a magician green with envy.

Lelouch found this out when he had turned for a second to direct C.C. to put the easels in a corner of the storeroom. When he turn turned back, there was no hide nor hair of the others.

"Where did everyone go?" he asked C.C. but received no reply. He had been talking to empty air. The girl was gone and there was still those awful panels to shift into the storeroom.

Lelouch never had the best of luck with heavy objects. This was proven once again as he tried to shift the confounded panels. He made it to the storeroom by a combination of pushing and pulling, but was stymied when he had to fit the entire stack of them into the narrow space between the easels and the wall.

Luck was not his friend that day as the stack of panels slowly tipped one way and then the other before Lelouch lost his own balance and fell. He was saved from being squashed by the falling panels of pornography when they landed with a loud thump on the bulk of that large metal thing Cornelia had been working on.

But he was still stuck on the dusty floor, face-to-face with dubious drawings of the NC-17 kind. He wondered if any other teachers would come along if he called for help. Then he wondered if he really wanted anyone to see him like this and commenced to wriggle his way free--

"Sensei, this doesn’t suit you.” The owner of the familiar voice stood framed in the doorway. Still in his soccer kit with grass on his socks, Kururugi Suzaku had obviously just come back in from practice.

"Don't just stand there!" Lelouch said testily.

Lelouch-sensei looked awfully cute when he was flustered and stuck in an embarrassing position. Suzaku lifted the panel aside easily and hauled the teacher to his feet. Lelouch winced as he got up. He thought he might have bruises the next day.

"Ah, they left poor Sensei to do all the work," Suzaku said. Barely even wincing at the weight, he lifted the panels and propped them up against the wall.

"Oh wow, I see Kaguya's been at it again," he said, looking closer at the densily packed images in the massive collage of pornography.

Lelouch had sincerely hoped that he would not notice.

"See, that wouldn't work and that is almost impossible unless your spine was made of rubber," Suzaku pointed out as he indicated various frames of interest. "And this one here is just plain silly--"

"Can you just leave those things be? I need to close up the storeroom and return the keys," Lelouch said, trying to sound busy and not blush in front of the graphic depictions of buggery.

"Of course," Suzaku said agreeably. "Doing it is so much better than looking."

"What--" Lelouch could barely get a word out before he was pressed back against the panels with Suzaku's tongue in his mouth.

"Su-Suzaku, it's late," Lelouch said as Suzaku did his best to kiss him into forgetting about work and getting home to cook dinner and get started on setting that English test.

"But Sensei doesn't live that far away from school," Suzaku said.

"That's not even the point!" Lelouch said, trying to keep the thought of his grocery list firmly in mind as Suzaku's hands slid down the front of his blazer and toyed with the buttons. Carrots, potatoes, onions--nnggh, not there!

Quick as a wink, Suzaku had worked his tie loose and was undoing his collar. He had a thing for the pale and soft skin of his teacher's neck. And it got Lelouch Sensei so hot and bothered.

His chances of getting home before seven were rapidly diminishing, as was his resistance as Suzaku slipped a nimble hand down to unzip his fly. It was difficult to think about setting tests and making gratin when skin-to-skin with Suzaku's--honestly, honestly speaking--extremely atheletic body.

Gasping as Suzaku nibbled his way along his throat and collarbone, Lelouch turned his head--and found himself looking at a particularly graphic frame.

"Against a wall is a terrible way to do it. You might injure your head like that," Suzaku said ruefully as he noticed what Lelouch was looking at.

"It's just a picture," Lelouch said, flushing even redder. "I don't know where those girls get the ideas for all that . . . that stuff."

"Kaguya’s my cousin, you know?” Suzaku informed him.

Lelouch had not known. Somehow, knowing that little fact only confirmed a lot of things about those two.

"Come on, Sensei, the boys' showers should have emptied out by now," Suaaku said, tugging Lelouch out of the storeroom and out into the hallway.

Lelouch did not even want to think about what this would look like to anyone else as Suzaku made for the boys' shower room a few doors down. But it was getting late and few teachers stayed so long after the extra-curricular activities had ended. He could not decide if this was a good or a bad thing as Suzaku dragged him into a thankfully empty shower room.

Pulling Lelouch into a stall, he closed the door and locked it.

"Suzaku! What are you trying to--"

"I'm due for a shower and you're all dusty from the storeroom." Before Lelouch could even move, he had turned on the shower.

"This blazer is dry-clean only!" Lelouch spluttered as they were doused by the spray. "And my tie! That's the third one you've ruined!"

Suzaku looked at him and a number of replies came to mind. They ranged from "Kaguya and C.C. are right--you're so beyond metrosexual" to "I don't think that's the main thing you should be worried about now." One might make Sensei less agreeable to this encounter and the other sounded rather scary.

He settled for pressing the Britannian against the tiles and kissing that pouting mouth until the blazer and tie were temporarily forgotten.

The water from the shower was still warm, Lelouch noted absently as he groaned into Suzaku's mouth. The verb conjugations he had been planning for the test went out of his mind shortly after as his shirt was unbuttoned and warm, slightly rough hands roamed across his skin.

It was wrong to think about his students that way, Lelouch knew, but it was difficult to keep that in mind when the water had plastered that shirt flat against Suzaku's chest and shoulders. He did not need to look down to know that the situation was the same with those tight shorts the soccer team wore. Suzaku did have a very well-defined and pert bottom--

Stop thinking about that! he told himself sternly.

"Don't look so stressed, Sensei," Suzaku said, pausing to strip off his shirt. "Just relax a little or you'll grow old before your time . . ."

Lelouch supposed that it was a good thing that he kept a spare change of clothes at his desk. Suzaku's abdomen was just as tanned as the rest of him. He wondered if Suzaku played soccer shirtless--

Argh!

"Do you like this, Sensei?" Suzaku had obviously noticed Lelouch staring. "Or this?" he asked as he turned a little and peeled off his shorts.

If his glasses had not already been fogged up by the steam, they would have been as he beheld the smooth skin of those rounded buttocks.

"Don't hold back, Sensei," Suzaku murmured as he stepped closer. His erection bumped against Lelouch's thigh and it made him aware that he was just as hard.

Suzaku leaned in to capture Lelouch's lips again, savouring the taste of him--the sight of him flushing like a virgin every time.

Almost light-headed with desire, Lelouch sighed into the kiss. His hands had automatically moved to brace themselves against Suzaku's chest. After a moment's hesitation, he moved them down to Suzaku's waist as they ground their erections together.

The pleasant friction building up between them grew more urgent as they writhed under the warm spray. Suzaku's hands encircled them both, causing Lelouch to groan with the addition of this new sensation.

Unconsciously or not, Lelouch's hands had slipped down to cup Suzaku's rear. Suzaku did not seem to mind as Lelouch's grip strengthened as he pumped them both to completion. When those long fingers dug into his flesh abruptly, he knew that Lelouch-Sensei was close.

Panting like a runner at the end of a race, Lelouch came so suddenly in Suzaku's hands that he was more than a little shocked at how explosive his climax was.

"Lelouch-Sensei!" Suzaku gasped as he arched back, his own release finding its way out to splatter against them both.

The shower quickly washed the trace of their encounter away. By that time, Lelouch's tie and blazer were beyond help.

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In the end, Lelouch got take-out for dinner. The test was postponed until next week and Suzaku got a free lunch from his class.

Lelouch also learned not to wear his favourite ties to work.

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