Education

Disclaimer: Guess what, I do not own or make any cash of Hagaren. I wish I did, but I don\'t. Woe is me and so on.

Note: Okay. This one needs to be explained. Youko is one of my friends. She likes to draw. Lately, she went into a Scar x Al frenzy, and put a sailor fuku on Al. Then she asked us to write fics for her. Fair enough. But then she had to go and draw something else. She drew Scar x Al x Roy. And Al was still wearing the girl uniform. Soooo, what can I say, I had to do that. If you wish to see the picture I speak off, you may find it here; www.livejournal.com/community/fma_yaoi/125206.html

Also, while I do not usually use Japanese in my fics (aside from \'Niisan\'), I\'m using \'sensei\' in this one because Youko finds it kinky.

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Alphonse didn\'t like the way the teacher was looking at him. He hadn\'t said anything so far, which was a good sign, but the looks made him nervous. He hunched on his desk and pretended to take notes, keeping an eye on his watch. The bell was mere seconds away now. When it rang, he gathered his books hastily, tucking them under his arm and heading for the door without waiting for Russell. He wasn\'t as small as his brother, and he dearly regretted it at the moment. He went for the door in a straight line, yearning to reach the safety of the halls and the masses of students before -

Scar\'s imperturbable voice called out, \"Alphonse Elric, I would like to speak to you.\"

Alphonse froze and winced, slowly turning to face the teacher while everybody else walked past him. Russell nudged him on the way but Alphonse ignored him. \"Um, yes, sensei?\"

\"You missed class yesterday,\" said Scar, matter-of-factly.

Alphonse fidgeted. \"Um, yes. I brought a note from my father.\"

\"It\'s forged,\" Scar continued, certain of his facts. \"Your father is out of town. Who did it?\"

\"I...that is...\" As compelled as he was to always tell the truth, Alphonse couldn\'t tell on his brother. He breathed shakily to prepare for the difficult task of lying, not only to a teacher but to Scar himself, and straightened his back. \"I did it.\"

There was a reason nobody ever made trouble in Scar\'s class, and it was the same reason he hadn\'t wanted to skip class; Scar-sensei was five times anybody\'s size and had a burning red stare that made even the bravest students wince and admit he was scary. Many told tales of horror about the land of this new foreign teacher. Russell had told him they hung misbehaving children by their feet all night long until so much blood pooled in their heads that they bled from their ears. Alphonse wasn\'t quite sure that was possible, but he did not wish to find out.

\"I was expecting better from a hard working student like you.\" Alphonse preferred to look at the tips of his shoes rather than Scar\'s disapproving - perhaps also disappointed - expression. \"You skipped school and forged your father\'s writing.\"

\"Yes, sensei,\" meekly admitted Alphonse, attempting to shrink in on himself.

\"Where were you?\"

Alphonse didn\'t lift his gaze from the ground. \"There was a book fair in the next town...we...I mean, I really wanted to go.\"

\"I see. What\'s your next class?\"

\"Um, gym.\"

Scar seemed to reflect on the situation. He announced his decision shortly. \"I want you in the teacher\'s lounge one minute after the bell and no longer. Understood?\"

Alphonse blinked. \"But I won\'t have time to shower. Izumi-sensei always-\"

\"One minute after the bell, Alphonse Elric,\" Scar cut in. \"Now go.\"

\"Yes, sensei...\"

Alphonse scurried away, crestfallen. Fantastic. He\'d just earned detention for the first time in his life. The detention he could live with; knowing he had made Scar upset at him made his face burn in shame. He had much respect and admiration for the self-assured, knowledgeable foreigner.

Russell raised an eyebrow at him when he skittered to a halt into the already deserted boys\' changing room. \"Where were you? Class is about to start.\"

\"I know.\" Chest heaving, Alphonse hastily stuffed his uniform in the locker and hurried to jump in his shorts, then his shoes.

Russell lounged on the bench, faintly amused at his frenetic friend. \"What did the teacher want anyway? He found out you skipped class yesterday, didn\'t he? I told Edward Scar would catch you.\"

\"You were right. He gave me detention after class. Ugg, I\'m never listening to my brother again.\" Alphonse tugged on his t-shirt just as the bell rang.

\"Told you.\" Russell stretched and walked to the door, holding it open for Al. \"Come on, hurry up.\"

\"I\'m there!\"

Izumi was as gentle as usual; she pushed the students until the very end of class, barking orders like a drill sergeant, and they were all convinced she would work them to death were she given the chance to. None ever came out of her class without sweating heavily. Alphonse bolted at the bell, waving quickly at Russell and yelling for him to please tell Niisan he would be home later because he was in detention and to please not taunt him on his height again! He had elected to forget about the clothes in his locker; he didn\'t have time to get them.

Alphonse made it to the teachers\' lounge with ten seconds to spare. \"I\'m here, sensei!\" He collapsed against the wall, wishing he had been given time to shower and get out of his sweaty clothes; his shirt was plastered to his back and his boxers to his ass.

Scar eyed him and his dirty gym clothes. \"Don\'t sit on the furniture.\"

\"I didn\'t have time to shower or change,\" answered Alphonse, slightly resentful.

Scar threw him a bag and jerked his jaw toward the right. \"Bathroom. There\'s a towel, use it.\"

Alphonse was not hit by the feeling that the situation was strange until he had stripped down and pulled the clothes from the bag to find the uniform for girls. There were even assorted panties and shoes, which seemed to rule out the possibility it was a mistake.

Alphonse\'s mind blanked out before beginning to race. He thought he\'d heard about one of the other teachers - his name was Mustang and the first noticeable things about him was that he looked good, that the girls loved him, and that he loved them back, which was a little disappointing for any boy who might also happen to think he looked good - making a student walk home in a skirt but he couldn\'t remember if it was real or a rumor. Scar couldn\'t possibly be planning something like that, could he? He wasn\'t devious like Mustang.

The bathroom contained a toilet, a sink and a towel hanging from a rack. Alphonse took the towel and wet a part of it, cleaning the sweat off his body while trying to think about the situation. It seemed like a trap now that he thought about it. Scar must have known Izumi always drove them hard and he would not have time to wash or change before the bell. That was why he had said a minute, not even giving him the time to recover his uniform before dashing over here.

Alphonse couldn\'t tell for sure what Scar planned to do, but he felt embarrassed just looking at the uniform. He wasn\'t going to wear these! He wrinkled his nose at his disgusting gym clothes, considering the dangers of not listening to a teacher. Standing up to Scar in peculiar was a disturbing idea. Scar was so big, he could just catch him by the neck and break him in two. He didn\'t want to rely on the rumors about those people\'s way of life, but taking chances sounded too dangerous. He considered himself strong, but not suicidal.

Alphonse couldn\'t believe he was doing this. He put on the panties last, hesitantly, and blushed hotly when the soft material came in contact with his crotch. He breathed deeply, splashed cool water on his face, tugged at the incredibly short skirt - why in the world did girls wear these things? - and walked out with as much dignity as he could muster with a draft tickling his thighs.

Scar barely looked at him. \"Sit down.\"

Alphonse scooted over to the couch, glad to be able to sit down and press his legs together. He blanched in horror at the idea of giving a panties shot to anyone, especially to a teacher. He was wearing a skirt in front of Scar and it was bad enough on its own. He didn\'t even want to consider the possibilities of any other teacher coming in.

Scar paced to the table on the other side of the room, picking up his evidence; a piece of paper that sported Edward\'s handwriting. \"You skipped class and brought me a forged note.\" When Alphonse didn\'t protest, he went on, \"Interesting fact, I can link this handwriting to the one that was displayed on the wall near the parking lot last week.\" He gave Alphonse a long stare. \"You know what I am talking about?\"

Alphonse gaped, interiorly outraged. Now that one wasn\'t fair at all! He hadn\'t been involved in that one! He had nothing against Mustang! It was all his brother\'s fault! But he couldn\'t take back his lie at this point. He gritted his teeth. promised himself to sulk at his brother for a week - or a month if many more people found out - ducked his head and muttered an apology. \"I\'m sorry...\"

\"I\'m sure you heard the rumors about Mustang\'s way of dealing with troublemakers.\" Scar towered above him and concluded, \"I thought I would let him apply the punishment of his choice on the guilty, now that he has been found.\"

Edward always said - mostly after coming out of Mustang\'s class - that all their teachers were perverted, sadistic bastards. He was not as wrong as Alphonse had maintained. Alphonse\'s heart sank. He was never going to outlive this one. Even Russell would never shut up once he heard about it. Maybe if he was really careful, nobody from school would see him and it wouldn\'t get out? Maybe he could hide until night fell to avoid being seen...

Alphonse sought some kind of argument. \"But, I-\"

\"You are the first student who lied to me.\" Alphonse did not doubt the fact. Scar\'s stare and reputation - even if it might have been all made up - would scare anyone. He had only lied because of his brother, and he regretted the whole thing already. He should have opposed his brother instead of following him and getting in this much trouble for a few books. \"I intend to make sure you are the last.\"

\"Can\'t I just have a detention? Or anything else?\" murmured Alphonse. He looked up hopefully. \"I promise I won\'t ever cause trouble again.\" He searched for a suitable offer to make, without coming up with anything specific. \"I\'ll do anything! Please, sensei!\"

Scar\'s face did something strange, twisting into an expression of...of... Alphonse thought it was something close to a startled blush, even if that made so very little sense. His voice was colder than usual when he spoke again, \"Lesson one of being dressed like a girl, Alphonse Elric. Do not tell a man you\'ll do \'anything\'.\"

Alphonse blinked, confused. Scar\'s straight face gave nothing away. What was that suppose to mea-

I fucking swear, all the teachers in this school are perverted, sadistic bastards!

Oh. Oh.

Alphonse was aware he blushed easily. But this was a new record. The thoughts popping in his mind - an hyperactive, teenage mind - made his face turn a color that would have put a tomato to shame. He suddenly saw the kinky potential in the situation instead of its purely embarrassing side. \"I didn\'t mean it like that!\"

\"Go home.\"

In front of Scar\'s gaze, Alphonse\'s urge to argue disappeared. Getting out of there sounded like a far better idea. He tried to flee too fast and collided with a man\'s chest in the doorway. \"Ow - ah, I mean, I\'m sorry.\" He looked up and recognized the man. \"Mustang-sensei! I\'m sorry!\"

\"Where are you going so fast?\" Roy paused and eyed the boy in surprised. Then he looked over at Scar. \"He\'s the one who lied to you? I\'m glad to see you followed my suggestion, but are you absolutely certain it\'s his handwriting?\" Mustang\'s voice sounded almost...disappointed?

Scar nodded. \"Positive.\" Alphonse half-hoped Scar would show Mustang the note; the latter would probably be able to tell it was actually Edward\'s handwriting and not his.

\"Really.\" Roy looked back down to inspect Alphonse. \"I wouldn\'t have expected such a thing from you.\" He raised a suspicious eyebrow. \"Your brother wouldn\'t have anything to do with it, would he?\"

Alphonse chose not to answer; he had no suitable answer to provide. He wondered if there was a chance Mustang could be swayed, since he did not seem to care about punishing him. \"Mustang-sensei, do I have to go home like this? I\'m really sorry! I won\'t do it again!\" Beside the embarrassment factor, he was now worried about some people thinking rather inappropriate thoughts about him.

Roy gaze had long dismissed the disappointment; Alphonse thought it was a worryingly appraising look that had replaced it. It seemed the rather inappropriate thoughts had made their appearance. \"You\'ll have to learn your lesson. We do not take kindly to trouble makers or liars. You deserve a punition.\"

\"But does it have to be this?\" Alphonse whined. \"I\'m already getting picked on because I don\'t like girls, I don\'t want to be taken for a cross dresser too!\" He regretted his words immediately, biting down his lower lip. Great going, self, why don\'t you spill your every secret while you\'re at it?

Roy\'s eyebrow did a very interesting jump. \"Is that so.\" He smirked. Alphonse decided he did not like that smirk, possibly in the same way a mouse does not like the eyes of a snake, as its hypnotic quality only means trouble. \"Perhaps the punition could be reconsidered?\"

Scar\'s voice snapped. \"Don\'t cross that line, Mustang. He\'s a student.\"

\"And old enough to take his own decisions.\" Roy looked momentarily annoyed with Scar. Then his face lightened as he caught Alphonse and kissed him.

Alphonse\'s eyes widened so much his eyeballs threatened to fall out. It wouldn\'t have mattered if they had done so, because sight was not needed at the moment. He thought various parts of his body had ignited the second Roy\'s lips had touched his, and the fire was left to starve when Roy broke the contact, half a second later.

Roy\'s voice was low, all velvet and pure seduction. \"Well, how about it...Alphonse? You can serve a detention with me, and we\'ll declare the matter settled. You should be suspended for those graffiti, but I won\'t say a word about it.\"

Alphonse gaped. It was certainly not reasonable - he might just have been out of his mind - but a part of him didn\'t dislike the offer, not at all. He tried to reason with himself. He was a sixteen years old teenager and what kind of male teenager would say no a proposition from somebody they considered very attractive? He couldn\'t be blamed for being tempted, could he? He had never truly thought about Mustang that way - perhaps because Mustang only broadcasted his love of everything female - but he could change that right this moment. Before Alphonse could form words with his shattered mind - preferably something better than oh hell yeah, because that wasn\'t very polite - Scar came forward to separate them.

\"That\'s enough. Get out.\"

Roy glared back, seemingly far less intimidated by Scar than the students. \"Far from me the idea to -\"

Slightly panicked by the teachers\' face off - they were behaving worryingly like Edward when he was about to jump at somebody\'s throat - Alphonse squeezed back between them. \"Please don\'t fight!\"

Scar stepped back, eyes still glued to Roy in ire, while the latter transferred his attention on Alphonse. \"Go get your own uniform and go home.\"

It stung. That was it? He\'d just received his first kiss, it had lasted the whole of half a second, he\'d been made an interesting offer and now he was dismissed without getting a chance to speak? He could say no on his own! Or, maybe, say something else than no, he wasn\'t quite sure of what his answer would have been, but it should have been his call!

Taken by some sort of ridiculous impulse he couldn\'t name - but it felt oddly like indignation at being treated so lightly - Alphonse stretched on his toes, arms flung around Roy\'s neck to prevent his retreat, and returned the kiss. It was only fair.

Not one to be taken off guards by such things, Roy reacted smoothly; he shifted forward to accommodate Alphonse\'s smaller height and darted his tongue against his clumsy one, coaxing it back, invading and taking control. Roy\'s hands came up and stroked Alphonse\'s sides; the blond all but melted against him, shivering with new sensations he had a strong desire to drown in.

Their mouths parted, Alphonse feeling light headed from what he thought was a lack of oxygen. \"Mustang-sensei...\"

Roy\'s hands stroked him expertly, turning muscles into jello and keeping him too weak to do anything but clutch the man\'s shirt and inhale his scent, which was heavily tainted with the smell of chalk.

Roy\'s mouth lowered to his ear, murmuring tempting words, \"Would you like to continue?\"

Uncertain of what he should understand from those words, Alphonse merely nodded; he didn\'t want those warm hands to leave his skin. The rest was of little importance.

Roy smirked over Alphonse\'s head. \"Well? Don\'t stare, Scar.\"

\"You-\" The strangled quality of Scar\'s voice made Alphonse briefly afraid they would fight after all, but Scar fell into silence after that single word.

Roy sounded amused. \"Would you like to join?\"

Alphonse pushed on Roy\'s chest, eyes wide. He did not like the sound of that; there was a limit! \"Mustang-sensei! I-!\"

Roy leaned forward and wedged his hand in the folds of his skirt, rubbing teasingly. \"Trust me. Alright?\"

It was a dirty, sneaky trick and Alphonse might even have said so if his brain hadn\'t been completely fried by the sudden burst of fire in his system brought by the mere contact. He wasn\'t sure speech was in his capabilities at the moment, but he managed to find enough working cells to utter an agreeing sound. He didn\'t want those hands anywhere else than on him, and while he was certain he would regret the whole thing later, he was thankfully not in any condition to think about it right now. Thinking was definitely not required. He just had to focus on how nice Mustang\'s hands were, how warm and comfortable his body was to lean into and how much his voice was sexy and soothing.

Roy lifted him from the ground; Alphonse closed his bare legs around the man\'s waist and let himself be carried over to what turned out to be the couch, his blood speeding up from the touch of Roy\'s hands on his ass. No thinking, he firmly told himself. He didn\'t have to think, just to enjoy one of many fantasies coming true. It wasn\'t the kind of fantasy he had even expected to live through, but why not. He just had to go with it; the teacher would tell him if he had to do anything.

\"You\'ll lose your job,\" warned Scar, but his voice was filled with indecision.

\"Don\'t worry about that,\" replied Roy lightly. \"I know everybody. As long as it\'s all in good fun...\" His breath was in Alphonse\'s ear again, his teeth scrapping lightly over it. \"Any objections, Alphonse?\"

Forming an objection would have required words and words would have required thinking and thinking was not something Alphonse wanted to deal with at the moment. He settled for shaking his head and pushing against the older man\'s body, peeking aside to where Scar stood, seemingly frozen in place. He wasn\'t sure it was a good idea, but he wasn\'t sure about any of this to begin with, so he just smiled, pretending he had his brother\'s bold self-confidence and ignoring the fact his cheeks were burning.

Roy made a beckoning gesture with his hand and the sofa shifted. Larger and rougher hands settled hesitantly on Alphonse\'s shoulders. The blond swallowed in a moment of doubt, stomach fluttering anxiously, and gave a look to Roy\'s encouraging face. Oh, hell. He turned around to latch on Scar\'s neck instead, kneeling on the couch with his ass in the air. He didn\'t look at the man\'s scarred face, once again settling for tucking his face in the teacher\'s neck. Scar smelled exotic; he smelled of sand and spices, with skin rougher than Roy\'s.

Alphonse didn\'t know if it was alright and he didn\'t dare to try to ask; he took a chance and tasted Scar\'s flesh with his tongue. It even tasted spicy, he thought, pleased with the discovery. He relaxed when a hand buried in his hair without attempting to pull him away from his occupation. The other hand - rough on his skin, but pleasantly so - was traveling down the curve of his back, over his ass and down to his thigh, pushing the skirt\'s folds upward to caress skin. When Scar pulled on the panties, Alphonse momentarily forgot about the man\'s neck, mouth now occupied with the activity of gasping.

Roy gave a low chuckle. He had settled behind Alphonse and was busy searching his pockets. He found a tube in one of them. \"Always ready,\" he declared, solemnly. He pushed the cap open and poured the liquid on his finger, reaching under Al\'s skirt, chasing Scar\'s hand away and pushing the panties aside.

Alphonse would never have admitted it, but he had played with himself in that manner before. But it hadn\'t been anything like this, nothing like having somebody else\'s fingers pushing inside. He wasn\'t sure if his eyes wanted to widen or shut, and spent some time fluttering them helplessly while his breathing did the same. Liquid fire filled his stomach, an urgent, demanding fire that wanted to be fed more.

Roy snagged Scar\'s hand, poured more oil on it and guided it in the right direction to replace his own. Scar\'s fingers were bigger and made his spread his legs automatically. They intruded awkwardly, poking flesh hard while trying to orient themselves correctly. Roy\'s hands liked to wander; they were currently investigating the flat planes of Alphonse\'s chest and stomach, gliding aimlessly over the skin.

Alphonse had taken up to biting Scar\'s neck, half because he wanted to and half to attempt to stifle his moans; judging by the way the teacher tilted his head the other way, he didn\'t mind the teeth mark.

Alphonse spread his legs even further and clenched a hand in Scar\'s shirt when the latter pushed harder, forcing three fingers inside at once. The blond threw his head back and abandoned the old fashion method of regular breathing for something that was far more erratic and urgent.

The blond realized with a jolt that it was going too fast and too strong for him to keep up. His body wanted to run ahead and finish nownownow. Panic rose at the thought of failing his teachers. The embarrassment of being a mood killer!

\"Wait,\" he tried to tell them. \"Sen-sei. I can\'t-\"

Roy took his hands away. \"Now,\" he said.

Understanding, the bigger man reached to take the tube. Alphonse paid no attention, slowly regaining control of his breathing function. He looked up when a hand touched his chin, inviting it upward. He didn\'t understand right away that Scar was explicitly asking whether he really wanted to, but when he did, he made the effort to speak.

\"I like this. I want to.\"

\"It\'s going to hurt. A great deal.\"

Alphonse nodded firmly. Virgin or not, he knew at least that much. \"I know, sensei.\"

Scar fumbled one-handed with his pants and let Alphonse see what he was dealing with. Alphonse licked his lips, apprehension growing. He hadn\'t really thought...but it was logical... His frown didn\'t last; he repressed a wince and nodded once more, holding Scar\'s gaze calmly. His brother had never been one to back out of anything, and he wouldn\'t either.

\"It\'s fine.\"

\"Go on,\" urged Roy, waiting behind them.

Scar caved in and squeezed the entire tube\'s content over himself. \"Turn around,\" he said, in a low voice that was not a whisper but lacked assurance, as if he couldn\'t believe what he was doing. Alphonse almost told him it was okay, he didn\'t believe it either.

Alphonse followed the instructions, shifting around to face Roy. Scar\'s hands curled around his hips, hesitated a moment, then pulled him back and down on something large. Alphonse\'s breath caught and he would have said something, perhaps cried out, but Roy had crawled to him, covering his mouth with his own and sending a hand to explore the front of his panties, which had not been removed, merely shoved aside.

\"Relax, Alphonse,\" Roy murmured against his lips.

He hissed, \"Okay...s-sensei...\" He tried to listen; the teachers surely knew what they were doing.

The thick coat of lube prevented it from burning excessively, but it stretched him too wide, almost tearing flesh that was not used to this harsh treatment. Alphonse\'s hands clawed at Scar\'s but he didn\'t try to make him stop, heaving and doing his best to concentrate on Roy\'s touch instead. His erection had faded, his body shaking with the strain of accepting Scar\'s substantial cock inside of him.

One Alphonse was seated on Scar lap, feeling very much like a brochette and starting to wonder why people did this for fun, he was given time to calm down and attempt to accept, if not exactly adjust to, the invasion. Scar held him close and asked how he felt, out of worry.

Alphonse let out a shaky breath when he answered. He didn\'t want to cry, wouldn\'t cry despite his watery eyes, but he wished they could skit the pain and return to the point where it was all about pleasure. Patience, he thought, he needed to use patience. He knew what anal sex entailed. In theory, it would get better. Hopefully, this would happen soon.

\"I\'m okay, sensei, I\'m fine. Can we-?\" He shuddered, wanting to squirm but afraid to move.

Scar raised his hand to his chest and pinched his nipples, briefly. It sent a jolt down to his groin but little more. \"Hold on,\" he instructed, returning his hands to Al\'s hips. \"It won\'t be long.\"

Scar diverted his gaze to Roy and the other man moved closer, inviting Alphonse to hold onto him and kiss. It served as a distraction while Scar forced movement on Alphonse\'s small body, slowly and cautiously as first. Alphonse whimpered into Roy\'s mouth and kept his eyes shut, fighting the urge to tense against the pain. It occurred to him he really could have chosen better in terms of first lovers. Not that he had done much \'choosing\', but Scar was completely proportional and they were painfully large proportions to endure.

Slowly, through Roy\'s tongue drawing patterns on his shoulders, Roy\'s wandering hands on his body and Scar\'s gentle, restrained rocking, pain receded to a stinging discomfort, his nerves sending him signals of pleasure to override everything else. He began pushing back before he was conscious of it and felt the intense fire rekindle in his belly, stirring like a snake.

Alphonse\'s whimpers faded; when he called for his teachers it was with a drawn out voice that quickly turned into moans. \"Ah, sensei...sensei...\" He rolled the word into his mouth, liking to say it for no other reason than he felt like it, that he liked calling and hear Roy chuckle at him or Scar say something nice, soothing.

It was Scar who was heaving by now. Alphonse didn\'t know why, but when Scar pushed in his back to tell him to bend over, he went. Scar moved from a sitting to a kneeling position, Alphonse now resting comfortably on knees and hands. He was flushed again and eager for the feelings to resume.

Roy was mere inches away. He unzipped his pants and placed a hand on Alphonse\'s head. The boy shuttered, uncertain of what was expected of him. \"What...how do I...Mustang-sssensei...I never...\"

\"Lips over teeth, and suck. Don\'t worry, it\'s not difficult.\" Roy cupped his face and guided him forward. Alphonse tried to focus; he placed one hand at the junction of Roy\'s thigh and the other on the couch for support and lowered his head to taste the flesh. It was salty and slightly bitter and it was strange to try to take it in his mouth but he did anyway, eager to please.

\"I\'m going to move,\" warned Scar. His voice had changed to something less controlled than usual, something cracked with lust. Alphonse liked the idea of the stone-faced teacher showing weakness; it made something inside curl in satisfaction.

It was faster this time but Alphonse found he hardly minded his ass anymore. He was more concerned about his throat and about keeping his teeth off Mustang at any cost. Roy\'s hands were twisted in his hair, helping to steady him. He had no work to do, he simply let Scar\'s thrusts dictate the movement and the pace at which Roy\'s cock entered and left his mouth. Sometimes it pushed too far, triggering his gag reflex and making his eyes water, but he held on, breathing through his nose and basking into the pleasure radiating from somewhere inside of him. It was still all horribly uncomfortable, but he was so aroused he couldn\'t have cared less, or not much less.

Alphonse\'s cock twitched when one of Scar\'s hands found and captured it and he couldn\'t help but moan around Roy. The man\'s breath hitched above him, encouraging him to do it again and again, as much as he wanted. He thought it was a good thing both the teachers had a good grip on him because he felt weaker and weaker, his every muscle quivering.

Alphonse\'s face convulsed and he clamped his hands hard on Roy\'s thighs, wanting to cry out and only succeeding in gagging himself for good. He was coming harder than he ever had, bucking into Scar\'s hands and trying desperately to suck air through his mouth but unable to. Roy groaned in enjoyment but kindly pulled back to let air reach Alphonse\'s lungs. Scar never stopped moving, not just pushing the boy over the edge but driving him right over it in a racing car. The blond coughed and gasped for a while, in between wrenched cries of \'sensei!\' that slowly weakened and stopped just when the world returned from the nothingness it had momentarily faded to.

Having recovered the power to breath correctly, Alphonse looked up guiltily toward Roy. \"Ah...Mustang-sensei...\"

Alphonse whispered a hoarse apology to the teacher and stretched to return to the task, this time able to suck as he willed. Scar was still inside of him but was no longer moving, resting a part of his weight on him and stroking his sides almost dreamily. Roy thrust a few times, whispering pleased words, and showered his throat with come. Swallowing was followed by much coughing and a few weak licks to properly finish the task. Then only did he let himself sink into the couch and close his eyes for true recovery.

There was a curse. Roy stretched and stood, fastening his pants. \"You\'ll have to excuse me, I have a meeting in ten.\" He bent back down to brush Alphonse\'s hair aside and kiss him. \"Take your time to recover, clean up, take whatever you want from the teachers\' fridge and go home, alright?\"

\"Mmm, okay, Mustang-sensei.\" Alphonse blinked blearily. \"And, uh, thank you...\"

Roy smirked. \"Always my pleasure.\"

Scar only moved when Roy closed the door, leaving them alone. The scarred faced teacher fetched wet tissues and insisted on cleaning Alphonse with them, despite the boy\'s assurance that he was fine and could do it. Alphonse didn\'t think walking home would be fun - hell maybe he just wouldn\'t try and call a cab instead - but he was still capable of taking care of himself.

In the end, it was a pleasant experience to just lay boneless and let somebody else clean up the mess and straighten the girl uniform he was still wearing and didn\'t mind any longer.

\"I will drive you home,\" announced Scar, not meeting his gaze.

\"I wasn\'t alone,\" Alphonse suddenly admitted. \"I skipped class because my brother wanted to go to the book fair. Is he getting in trouble too?\"

Scar seemed surprised, as if he had forgotten all about what had caused the situation. He probably had. \"If that is so, then, of course, he will have to be punished as well. His teachers will be informed,\" he said, though it didn\'t sound like he cared enough to carry it out.

If Alphonse was any judge, Scar was still focusing on how much of a bad idea what he - they - had just done was and regretted letting Mustang initiate the whole mess.

\"Mustang-sensei is my brother\'s homeroom teacher,\" Alphonse said helpfully. Scar didn\'t quite make a grimace, but almost. \"So, um, I thought...I mean...\" Alphonse knew his expression was somewhere between sheepish and begging, but he had to ask, \"Can I just do my brother\'s detention too?\"