Bottoms up for downed morals; [Tag; Kris, shocker, right? | Rated M; heck we don't even know]

Jasper had left the room with a sneer, hearing the blonde professor's question of rather he was "coming onto him" and simply decided to leave it in mystery, after all, he would end up catching Kristopher's attention more so with a lack of an answer versus a witty remark. He silently glared at the stairs once they approached them, at least going down would be easier than going up, wouldn't it? As he took his first step he felt his entire leg light up and he hissed under his breath with bitter vengeance. But of course, this was Jasper Alexander, he ran his fingers through his dark mane and continued down the stairs, forcing his injured leg to act as if it had been as good as new and made sure to keep in front of Kristopher so he wouldn't see the sheer agony that tore his face to shreds.

He took in a relieved sigh, two flights of stairs later once they reached to the first floor, at least it would be just a straight line from here on out. With little hesitation he pushed himself through the archway that lead to the corridor that would lead to his classroom. Every so often he'd turn his head ever so slightly, his dark aquatic hues holding a taunting stare with hopes to bait those baby blues for a bit more attention before darting away and vanishing from sight. Once reaching his classroom he shuffled through his pocket and pulled out a heavy iron key, turning the key quickly before forcing the thick wooden door open with an aged creak. He moved out of the way to let Kris inside before shutting it promptly afterwards, shuffling over to his desk.

Inside the third drawer on the left side of his dark oak desk was a bottle of firewhiskey, a brand new one he had just bought a few days ago after the incident in the Room of Requirement. The bottle itself, along with a few other treasures inside the particular drawer were well masked with the Bedazzling Hex so he never had much worry that they would be discovered, not to mention Jasper's icy glare tended to keep the students at bay and as far from his desk as possible. Jasper twisted the cork open with a small pop that caused a smirk to spread along his features, it was beautiful, who said alcohol didn't help solve anything? The raven rose an eyebrow to the blonde and placed the bottle on top of the desk and bowed his head in a quiet pardon for his leave back into his room where he returned with two glasses, filling each before setting it back on the desk in between them for easy access to whoever need of poison was strongest.

Jasper had considered the thought of a toast, but to what? Friendship, hardly. Survival, not quite. Kristopher's deeds, he had praised enough for now. So instead of a snarky response he simply held the glass up a bit in a silent signal for the drinking to begin, and whatever was to follow as well before leaning his head back and letting the burning liquid coat his tongue and stream down his throat. He coughed quietly afterwards, shaking his head as he had forgotten the bite that the drink held. . . then again, he always did like things with a little bite in them.

[[ I HAVE NO IDEA WHY I'M AWAKE AT 4 AM. DON'T QUESTION ME.]]

Kristopher wasn't a fan of the clear ignorance of his question. Especially when it, over all, was a joke. Instead, it just seemed to make Jasper attempt to be faster there, in turn, making the blonde himself try a little bit harder to keep up. Well, Kristopher knew to stay behind just a little bit, in this situation. He was still getting used to Hogwarts, getting lost trying to get to different floors still happened much to his chagrin. When his current raven haired leader hit the stairs Kris couldn't fight the awkward, pained knot in his stomach. It wasn't too obvious the man was in pain but the body language Jasper gave off shwed hints of the masked pain. Subtle movements that didn't keep weight on the injured leg for more time than it needed to, the dark haired man running his hands through his locks at the beginning or the stair trek.

Two flights of stairs they had to endure. Most of the time, Kris felt absolutely pathetic about the situation. The blonde Charms professor knew the man was in pain and almost wanted to offered the injured Jasper a free ride down the stairs. Kristopher knew he could pick the man up and it probably would have been easier for Jasper than to deal with horrible pain but, then again, Kris knew these types of men. Men that would rather feel fires of hell than let their egos be dampened by even a minuet thing such as pain relief with a slightly humiliating gesture of kindness from another. Kristopher was just beyond thankful when they hit the ground floor. Part of him regretted not asking the man if he was okay but the previous notions of egos still remained. He'd rather not get on Jasper's bad side after all.

Dark eyes moved back to him, he could see them with a teasing gleam in those dark aquatic hues. It fit them, all too perfectly. Before the blonde even knew it; his feet had picked up to a bit faster pace wondering what Jasper had in store for them, or him, at Jasper's classroom. Somehow, don't trust a stranger came to Kris's mind, especially when the said stranger still gave him bad vibes... but could he still consider the man to be a stranger? Kristopher had met his family; mother, father, and he obviously taught the sister but did that make him less of a stranger? He'd only met the man twice before their dual hospitalization yet somehow... the man didn't seem like such a stranger, not as much as he should have honestly been. Was that really such a bad thought?

The blonde was pulled out of his mental meanderings by a creak of an old oak door. The sounds reminded him of regalia that came from the times the castle had seen in its life. He wondered if wizards charmed the walls to talk, would they have interesting things to say? Actually, he thought better of it. He honestly didn't want to see what some walls had. He was perfectly content without opening that bag of worms.

With a bit of a push he walked through the door, trying not to shiver from the sheer look the man wore on his face. Maybe following him wasn't a very good idea. Who knew what the man had actually had in mind? Part of him clearly deny this logic and made his body move to the side to give the man a bit of space to shut, and lock, the looming door that suddenly could have been from his worst nightmares. Kris's skin prickled, goosebumps forming from the slight chill, the fear, and a large bit of excitement for what exactly Jasper had in mind. A few things came to mind but which one was the genuine idea?

Kristopher's curious baby blues followed the injured man's body. The blonde couldn't help but want to glare at the marks, the bruises, the wounds that marred the man's pale skin even under that cloak in which he used to try to hide them. He should have been faster, he could have been faster. Why had he waited for the third Tracer Charm to go off? He could have stopped this all from happening... Kris tore his eyes away from Jasper knee, one that had been punctured by an arrow mere days ago. In the Alexander's hands was a bottle. How did he even get to that? Had he zoned out that badly? Kristopher didn't want to think about that currently but stepped towards the desk as the cork was pulled from the bottle with a satifying pop.

Okay, they were going to drink. This wasn't going to turn out horrible on any level... hopefully. But who knew? It seemed like dangers lurked in every sector of Hogwarts. Perhaps this was just another moment when someone would jump out and them, getting them when they least expected it. Kristopher couldn't stop the involuntary movement of his eyes, looking around with his peripherals. Nothing jumped out at him except for the glass that was suddenly filled to the brim by the man with the highly attractive smirk that was really starting to bother him. All thoughts of this just being a complete ambush left in an absolute moment. Perhaps they could just enjoy this moment without thinking his hexed sister would come in and try to kill them. That hexed anything would try to kill them.

One could hope, and that was what he silently toasted to after he took his cup and mirrored the History of Magic Professor's movements. The darker haired man took the drink first, the blonde stood there for a moment, wondering if this was even a good idea for the goings on currently in Hogwarts. Should they even be drinking right now? He--

Kris just moved the glass to his mouth and clearly just let his inhibition go. Disappearing where ever they went to when one felt morally throwing caution to the wind. The burn that licked his throat wasn't new, it had been a while since he had honestly had a drink. Wincing, the blonde shook his had trying to remove the weird, warm feeling the fire whiskey had. Jasper coughed and he found himself chuckling at the fact. Sometimes, for such a strong will man, he came off a a really delicate one. What the man lacked in physical prowess, he made in up mental power. Perhaps that was what made him so intrigued by the injured History of Magic teacher. Jasper was strong without really being strong. He just hoped the man would never hear his thoughts. In the end, maybe the thoughts would do more harm than good if ever spoken.

Jasper was quick to refill his glass with no hesitation. The History of Magic professor then took a seat in the chair behind his desk, leaning his back into the navy toned cushion. He gave the drink a swirl, marveling the colors inside his glass as he took his, at least what seemed to be his iconic position, his legs crossed like a proper something or other in society. Although with the usual grace that he held, this time he found it was anything but, he grunted quietly, his cheeks flaring an ashamed rosette color that he actually let a sound break through his thin lips. He debated quickly making a joke about getting old but instead silenced himself with his drink, besides, the blonde that stood in front of him was three years older, at least that's what his research had discovered, and even after being cursed, he seemed to be doing just fine. He couldn't explain why, but this angered Jasper slightly, maybe it was the jealousy of his endurance and his physical mass, as Jasper as more along the lean and dare he say it and would surely curse anyone who'd attempt to speak it: petite. And yet, he was still relieved that the other was okay. It was in this moment that he decided he didn't like being around Professor Bell, too many thoughts, too many emotions, too much everything.

He was relieved when he saw Kristopher drink as well, he had taken notice to the questioning sparkle that glittered in his eyes and for the moment Jasper thought he would be drinking alone. Now where would the fun in that be? He huffed quietly, he had heard the chuckle after his small choking fit, although it wasn't anything he took too offensively, for a moment one might think he even had a slight smirk with an even slighter hint of a playfulness to it; if your eyes could catch it quick enough. He nudged the bottle closer to Kristopher, urging him to drink more with a silent grace that only an Alexander could truly possess. For once, Jasper wasn't sure what he was planning, there was no plan really, just a couple of co-workers and friends . . . well acquaintances having a drink after a couple of near death experiences, right? Right, he reassured himself in his mind, what other business could he have with the blonde professor . . . the disturbingly 'watch me as I tend to get more and more alluring with each passing moment' blonde professor. Jasper quickly threw his head back again with the intention of drowning those thoughts before they had a chance to make a mark.

It was three, maybe four glasses later when Jasper Alexander adjusted his seat, almost falling out of it as he threw his feet up on his desk, being careful to mind the bottle of remaining liquor. It was most inappropriate, as was the smirk that danced so elegantly across his lips, but at the moment, he could have cared less. The liquor had started taking it's toll on the man's mind, he was never a heavy drinker, more for social occasions and the occasional glass or two at dinner, never like this where he just threw them back like they were his last hopes for sanity. He sort of liked the change, at least for now. Jasper tilted his head slightly, furrowing his brows as he attempted to focus on the blonde, mainly his eyes, those damned beautiful orbs of crystal blue that were like mute sirens, beckoning for his attention and receiving every ounce of it without recoil. They were breathtaking, before and after the firewhiskey, it was so unnatural, he had never seen eyes that color before. . . or at least, never gave a person with the eye color a lasting look like he did Kristopher. He wasn't staring, as he would argue, he was simply analyzing Professor Bell, bringing his glass to his lips and running his tongue along the exposed area, lapping up the liquor that still remained.

He reached forward, grunting angrily as his body ached with the sudden jerk as he lazily attempted to reach the bottle for another glass. A heavy sigh burst through his lips, throwing his legs down as he refilled his glass and quickly retook his new pose, humming contently into the drink's burn now. Jasper clicked his tongue quietly, he had to admit that he wasn't much of a talker, well, at least not in scenarios like this . . . because he couldn't remember the last time he was in a scenario like this. He personally adored this silence, and found it to be a perfect mood setter for the drinking, but from what he had seen before, silence made Kristopher antsy, and in this moment, which he'd blame on the alcohol, he wanted him to be comfortable. He ran his pale finger along the edge of the glass, a soft song being played as he did so before he rose his aquatic hues upwards and towards the blonde once more.

"So, Kristopher."

Jasper seemed to emphasize his name as it dripped from his lips, it almost seemed to be purred, but he would be sure to defend it with a precaution that he didn't mistake his name for something else in his slightly drunken state. His lips curled into a smirk as he took a quick swig of his drink. He tilted his head to the side once more, brushing back his raven hair in a matter of comfort as he clearly wasn't drunk enough yet to be attempting to speak with people in such a friendly way. He wasn't say next, he couldn't ask him to tell him more about himself could he? What did he know? He was a Bell, Laura was his sister, he went to Durmstrang and he taught Charms, but he was sure Kristopher knew less than that about Jasper, he kind of wanted to keep it that way, the mystery shrouding the two was intoxicating. His mind, for some strange reason wanted to ask his workout regiment, or if he was just naturally build like a chiseled hunk of marble but he would shake his head from this too, damn this firewhiskey, his thoughts weren't making any good sense at the moment.

"Pretty exciting for the first days on the school year, hmm? I wonder if it's always like this."

With that he wanted to smack his forehead, was casual conversation really so difficult?! He was fine with small talk, but he usually never had to do it with a few drinks in his system and he found it made his brain go dead, even for just a bit. Well it seemed it was a talent to be perfected and Kristopher was the perfect guinea pig for the job, not like he imagined he had anywhere to go anytime soon, even if he did he would turn the tables much like the blonde had in the Room of Requirement, and he'd let him go when he said so. He finished off the beverage in his hand before letting the glass slip from his fingers, pressing the pads of his fingertips against the rim of the glass to keep it from falling completely, swinging it slightly as he thought to himself. Jasper found himself trying his hardest to keep his eyes off Kristopher, with the firewhiskey's strange influence on his thoughts and what not.

[ -crawls under covers to go die now- ]

The blonde teacher finished off his glass as Jasper worked on his second one. It was quiet, more comfortable than the stress silence that had made him highly uncomfortable with in the Hospital Wing. Right now, Kristopher didn’t honestly feel the need to speak unlike his usual need to stop all silences from occurring. Kris tried not to stare at Jasper, he honestly tried. It was hard though, the way the man practically owned the air he walked in. The Alexander sat and the blonde Charms teacher just sat back, partially, on a random desk on the first row nearest to the teacher’s current place of sitting. He more of less just sat on top of it in a less than called for properness.

Then again, they were drinking in a school establishment. There wasn’t anything overly proper about the situation to begin with.

It didn’t take long, after that point, for the silence to just become awkward. Kris kept moving from desk to Jasper to desk again after finishing a cup of fire whiskey. There were moments when Kristopher felt so suddenly energetic just to do something to kill the maddening hush that filled the room. Sometimes he’d attempt to open his mouth to just say something; anything but soon after he’d just drink and try to fidget that the silence bothered him in the first place. Jasper seemed okay with it, why couldn’t he be? Why did it have to feel like he was practically jumping out of his skin to want to just make the silence go away? The Alexander seemed comfortable in the settle, smirks and trying to be hidden playful glances as his direction. The blonde wasn’t sure what the appropriate responses were to these sorts of situations. Sure, the alcohol was killing his desire to really care about what happened at the moment but it also amplified the need to not make a snotty impression. The History of Magic teacher already thought he was crazy, there was no need to prove him right.

After a few more drinks, Kris wasn’t keeping count and honestly knew he’d taken more than Jasper had of the fire whiskey (Kris needed to remember to pay him back for the liquor after the night was threw). The blonde wanted to blame it on the fact that the raven haired professor just kept pushing it nearer and nearer to him. At some point Kris had actually debated just taking the entire bottle and drowning himself with it after becoming a bit flustered with his incessant fidgeting. He wondered why the professor hadn’t called him out on it yet, Kris had called his colleague out on failed bouts of logic… but why did Jasper not do the same to him? The thought and the anxiety made his hands twitch with the suddenly need for another glace of the burning liquid that would just make his problems go away for a moment.

Kristopher head snapped up, killing the last of his something-ith glass while Jasper made a pained noise in the back of his throat. The man sighed and threw his legs down, keeping Kristopher's bright attention for the moment. The blonde couldn’t look away from the current noise maker in the room. It was odd, hearing such a noise after having to listen to the deafening sounds of silence that rocked his core. Of course, the Bell didn’t mean to stare; nevertheless he couldn’t help himself. Noises after so much silence was just way too glorious to pass up.


The way his name rolled off of the other’s tongue had his cheeks darkening in a feminine way of embarrassment. It shouldn’t have been honestly legal for his name to be spoken in such a way. A way with rolling purr that laced the syllables, it was the darkest level of obscene he’d heard it uttered in such a long time. Kristopher had to bit his cheek to not even respond to break the suddenly pressure the room had. Jasper was breaking the silence in the weirdest way possible… but who cared. The silence was going away and Kristopher could really be okay with hearing his name like that more often from the History of Magic Professor’s mouth.


Kristopher was almost disappointed by the words. The way Jasper had set up his previous statement had alluded to quite possibly a better conversation. Maybe one that involved why Jasper was letting him drink so much. That probably would have been a dead end exchange though.

“Jeg vil si det--*… I would have rathered it to be calm.” Kris’s eyebrows furrowed as he tried to speak English. Usually he fell back on his native tongue only when actually in the country. The alcohol must have been affecting him more than he thought. He almost wondered if he sounded slurred to the professor. He hoped not, honestly. That would have just been even more mortifying.

[[ * I would say so ]]

Jasper had noticed that the blonde had taken in more drinks than himself, which made him feel a bit small compared to the other, but who knows, maybe Kristopher was a secret alcoholic? Yes, that thought made him feel better, it had nothing to do with their physical differences, his frail versus the other's godly build -- my god how these firewhiskey thoughts burned his mind. He took a deep breath in through his nose, attempting to calm himself and hopefully his spinning head. Once this failed to work he quickly poured himself his fifth drink, his tolerance was losing effect now, he felt each drip of the poison to be more powerful than the last.

What was more interesting was the way the other reacted to how Jasper had spoken his name. His body tensed with a sense of sheer delight, a weakness, for now at least. The lightly painted cheeks being a dead giveaway that he had no desire to ignore. Jasper ran his fingers through his hair once more, his eyes now narrowed with the sole focus of Kristopher's body, nothing else in the room existed, not now. He even looked past the embarrassment of his social grace, as clearly the blonde was expecting more from him, and more he would receive. He leaned against his hand, his elbow resting on the arm of the chair while his fingers sprawled along the curl of his face, his pinky gently pulling at the corner of his lip. And those lips quickly drew out into a smirk at the sudden change of languages.

"Well now . . ."

He said hesitantly, in a quiet yet structured tone as if he had caught Kristopher hiding something. Jasper wasn't sure if he was actually impressed that the other could speak another language or if it was the firewhiskey talking. After all, this Durmstrang boy should be able to speak some sort of native tongue from the Scandinavia region, but the home of this accented glory was out of his reach and nothing stayed out of the Alexander's reach for very long. Jasper was starting to feel the game returning once more, challenges between the two that caused his skin to ghost tiny bumps along the porcelain surface, ugh, shivers just at the thought. He was an addict and Kristopher was his drug of choice.

"Kristopher -- "

He paused again, making sure to let the name fall freely from his lips once more, stressing the vowels with a tauntingly, one might say near seductive purr. The name felt very nice in his mouth, like a hard candy's flavor that continued to dance along his pallet hours after it was eaten. What was more delicious, would be his reaction, assuming he had done this properly. But the game was currently in his favor as the blonde had showed weakness first, but this time, the game seemed different than the last one they had played, this one held a bit of electricity in the air but this made his blood boil unnaturally and he wanted to see the other feel the same, desperately.

"That's a lovely sound you can produce."

Jasper said with his tongue dipped in silver, he would make sure Kristopher would feel this, maybe this was why they called it FIREwhiskey. He rolled his hips subtly, the motion helping with dropping his legs as he leaned against the his desk. After finishing his glass he set it down on the desk, shaking his head at the burn before placing his elbows on the dark wood and folding his fingers to make a net to hold up his chin. His eyes were sharp and didn't leave Kristopher's for a moment, his lips pulled into a devlious smirk. He sat there silently for just a moment, letting the full effect of his previous statements reveal themselves before speaking again.

"Now, where might I find more of it?"

Naturally, he meant where Kristopher was from to learn the language, sure that with just the simple phrase that he had to be born and bred to speak it in the native comfort and flair in which he did. But it felt more appropriate to word it this way, he wanted to see red, to see Kristopher's cheeks light up like the boiling lava Jasper felt was pumping through his veins at this very moment. He wanted to see the slightest discomfort as he'd adjust his sitting position on the desk in plain view, unable to hide from Jasper's eagle eyes, or raven, as seemed more fitting. He wanted to see it all, right now it was a game and he wouldn't lose this time around, he hated to admit that Kristopher caught him off guard the first time, and he'd make sure to seek his revenge now.

It was strange though, there was a small part in the back of his mind behind the desire for complete control, his childish competitive nature and haze of his more than slightly intoxicated state that questioned him.Why was making Kristopher so flustered so important? Why did these thoughts randomly appear now? Jasper had surely noticed the other's build before, but never before had he thought about it for more than a split second, never questioning how his toned torso would feel under his hands until now, or if his skin was as soft and flawless as it seemed, if his hair would run through his fingers like polished silk. And those eyes, those damned eyes, he had noticed them before, yes, but never the sparkle that they mirrored from every lighting and returned more vibrant than a brilliant diamond, or how the iris' exotic shade of blue seemed to alternate between this flawless color and another than surely wouldn't have a name to give it proper justice. Disturbingly, he even took notice to his lips and jawline, for such a strong one, his lips seemed quite opposite, perfectly symmetrical and curled like a soothing tide, what would they feel or even tast--! That was quite enough of that, Jasper closed his eyes for a moment, dispersing the thoughts quickly with a bit of effort.

It was very strange indeed, he could have sworn he had heard drunken minds speak sober hearts, surely he was mistaken. Surely.

Jasper seemed to keep that damnable control that Kristopher was suddenly jealous of. Where was his composure in the situation at hand? Had it gone with the subtle burning of his skin and the slightly spinning feeling of his tossing equilibrium? The word, his own name, shouldn’t have sounded so dirty. It shouldn’t have left him wishing to hear it again with the purr of the Alexander’s baritone voice. He was older; Kris knew this to be fact. He shouldn’t have been reacting like this, a light weight with a narcissist need to hear people say his name. Right, it was purely narcissism… right?


The blonde’s cheek darkened ever so slightly, the words were accusing. The moment he was waiting for, the moment to be called out on… whatever he was doing wrong; Even if he didn’t know, Jasper would. It was an oddly weird trait he’d thought up for the History of Magic professor to have. Even if false, Kris would have liked to believe it to be true. Kris sat up a bit straighter as the muscles of his shoulders pulled taut. Deep blue eyes trying to look at Jasper’s aquatic own. It was almost a painful trying to keep his gaze from seemingly staring. The blonde swallowed, trying to regain some sort of poise that just wouldn’t or couldn’t be within his grasp.

The Bell took a quick breath, heart starting to pump a bit more as more blood coursed through his body. Words and embarrassment were just his weaknesses; he didn’t deal well with either most of the time. Words, when not his own of course, and used in any other manner except clear, concise professionalism threw him for a loop. Color flamed across his cheeks in a less than masculine way. Kristopher tried to sit up straight, almost completely straight as his heart pounded furiously in his ribcage. He’d blame his reaction on his apparently secret narcissistic personality that the fire whiskey had to have dug up from some cavern inside his suddenly, probably, damned soul.


Kris’s mouth hadn’t felt quite as dry as it suddenly did in a long while. The tone, the voice, that sheer subtle movements made him feel so damnably hot all of the sudden. Why had he agreed to this? He should have not come, coming was only going to lead him to places better left untouched. How Jasper could even think about drinking at a moment like this, with Kris struggling to not say anything while also trying not to move. He was caught, the Charms professor knew. There wasn’t any escape. He probably deserved this for the Room of Requirement stunt.

But somehow, no matter what, he secretly enjoyed this beyond no shadow of a doubt.


The blue eyed professor had to try to swallow the dry lump that was forming in the back of his mouth. All Jasper had to do was keep talking and he’d get what he wanted. The words were fetching and laced with purrs, and most likely arsenic, to bring about the Charms’ professor’s doom. Kristopher shifted uncomfortable under the heavy weight of the atmosphere as he continued, and failed, to attempt to have a bit of self-control.

“W-what?” Kristopher stuttered out, unable to catch the slight slip of his tongue. A sound, a singular one. It didn’t make sense to his mind, he could only hope he hadn’t—

No, Kristopher knew he had better control than that. He wasn’t a teen with a lack of couth and just one thing on his mind. He was a lot better than his younger counterpart now in days. There wasn’t any way he had slipped up. There couldn’t be a way. Made there could have been a way. The flustered blonde noticed the look, no, the gleam in Jasper’s eyes as the aquatic hues rolled over him. Testing him, wondering about him, trying to undo him, and then re-do him. Eyes that struck a heavy blow of heat to his insides. There wasn’t a way that was natural, such calculating looks that could rip him apart and put him back together like some sort of child’s game. He hadn’t seen eyes like those in such a long time.

And it bothered him as much now as it did back then.

The battle was won, and the spoils were glorious. To see Professor Bell fidgeting with the utmost discomfort, to see his cheeks glowing with the softest flair of red, the almost helpless look his eyes held; he knew Jasper walked into this scenario wand ready and blazing. He didn't move from his stance however, keeping pressed close to the edge of his desk, fingers netted under his chin as he stared directly at the blonde as if he was digging past the flesh and straight into his soul; a majestic trait that only the Alexander's aquatic hues seemed to possess oh-so-naturally. He could see it, the fire in him, the same bothering heat that continued to pump through his veins, and this made him smirk rather smugly to himself. That's right pretty boy, burn.

He knew he was on top at the moment, and nearly growled quietly when his body seemed to tense, clearly getting a high from the flustered and mentally dominated state that the other was in. Jasper adjusted in his chair slightly, hoping it would go unnoticed as to not give Kristopher the slightest hope that he could win this. The stutter alone caused his temperature to knock up at least two digits, for such a mescaline adversary, he had to admit, Kristopher was cute when broken down to his boyish roots.

"What was that, Kristopher?"

Jasper asked tauntingly with the slightest tilt of his head in a false ignorance, like he had no idea what he had started or he didn't feel the sheer intensity of gravity in the room, pressing down hard on each and every inch of their beings, some more than others. He sat up for a moment, enough to comfortable hold his head up with his right hand, never taking his eyes off the blonde, he wouldn't ever get that lucky. With his left, he lifted it slightly, throwing his index finger out casually to his victim before performing a perhaps even more taunting than his words of a hand gesture that demanded his presence closer and now. For clarification purposes naturally. . . although he'd be a liar if he didn't admit to the world that this alone was practically a fetish, someone who's body was free to do as it wanted, but to have their mind so chained and flustered, it sent a harsh shiver through his entire being, causing him to take a silent gasp.

"I couldn't quite hear you, louder."

At this time, Jasper wasn't sure if the burning was from the firewhiskey or if this was just some sort of . . . dare he say arousal? The thought twisted in his mind for a moment, he couldn't recall having an attraction to a man before, the thought seemed crude at first, but if he was to be attracted by another male, it wouldn't be a shock that Kristopher Bell's baby blues would seduce him with their innocent twinkle that beckoned every demon Jasper possessed to violate his heart, mind, soul and very being. With that thought Jasper licked curl of his upper lip hoping that Kristopher wouldn't notice his lack of control, and yet wishing to see his reaction if he had.

That look had Kristopher practically trembling from the utterly shrewd sight that derived from those marine tinted eyes. There was a flare to them, a blazing level of confidence that left the blonde trying to keep up and ultimately failing. The gaze appeared far too natural in grace rather than Kris’s own forced look; it had to have been bred into his blood. A thought like that had the Charms professor biting the interior of his cheek as he tried not to make a humiliating noise. Trying was always the best thing in this state of affairs, right?

Jasper made a subtle movement, adjusting himself at his desk. It wasn’t an overly large movement but it caught the blonde’s heated attention. Every little detail was starting to just become vivid in all aspects of that term. Kris attempted to prepare his mind, and partially his body, for the attack the History Professor might come up with to leave him completely and utterly exposed to the man. Internally, the struggle was for naught. What was the point of hiding? He had nothing to hide after all. Well, except for the fact for someone like himself. Born from death and raised in fear, he’d never completely submitted to either with his shine.

That lead to several questions that echoed in the blonde’s mind. Would Jasper judge the shine? Was that why he felt so bothered by the peeling away of his self? That the man currently dissecting his being might find he wasn’t the built up pureblood everyone expected him to be. He’d never been one for living up to expectations, most of the time he went above and beyond them… until that day. For all of Kristopher’s perfections he had too many flaws hiding behind those smiles and witty come backs. He didn’t want to be discovered.
Why would anyone want to be discovered?

“What was that, Kristopher?”

Obviously, his stutter didn’t go unnoticed much to Kristopher’s mortification. Jasper’s inquiry, with a bit added flair of an almost innocent head tilt, had the blonde sucking in a breath trying to hold it for as along a humanly possible. Was he to respond? Was it a rhetorical question? If he waited too long to respond, would it dig his grave? Kris released the breath, thrown for a loop in the midst of heat and rotary feelings. Then an arbitrarily thrown finger in his direction felt like the Crucio he took for the man currently being condemnatory, without actually being accusatorial. It commanded attention to its main body, something Kris already had to do. Jasper owned the room and, currently, his mind. There wasn’t a way of escape, not that he was in a rush for that either. With a shaky breath, he decided not to speak; letting Jasper completely control the room and conversation. It was easier on him, after all.

The Charms professor wasn’t faithfully sure if he witnessed Jasper’s body quiver ever so slightly with an insignificant movement of his chest that he scarcely noticed in the rim of his vision. Almost in response the blonde’s muscles tightened all over his body joining the straining, almost pained, muscles in his back.

“I couldn’t quite hear you, louder.”

The steady but hurried pace of his heart seemed to over taken his hearing. The was obviously a prompt, a command for some sort of vocal reaction. Kristopher found himself responding to the question immediately, not even bothering to couch his voice. What was the point? He was already eying him in ways that left him absolutely exposed and raw.

“What?” Kristopher tried to sound loudly, his voice lost its footing in the middle of the word. Word turn from shaky and barely formed to just a breath of pure dysfunction. It had to be completely noticeable, his flaws and demons exposed for the current member of the room to witness and exploit.

Kristopher simply wished whatever transpired now would not dare leave the room.

Jasper narrowed his eyes slightly, a quite irritated stare that his pet Kristopher hadn't obeyed his hand motion. But then the thought popped into his mind, what if he was simply too taken now? His brain wasn't able to let him stand up without crashing to the floor and maybe he was worried about how embarrassing that would be, after all that would be the ultimate gold trophy and the finishing blow this game. Yes, that must be why Kristopher didn't move, and Jasper bit the corner of his bottom lip with his canine, hoping to relieve himself some of the tension from the thoughts that pursued; perhaps he would need to teach him a thing or two about obedience.

"Now now Kristopher, get your head out of the clouds."

The Alexander murmured, clicking his tongue as he pushed his chair back in a quick yet controlled motion. It was sudden, flashy, like most of Professor's actions, always putting on a show, but then again, it was the only way to properly capture the intensity and flair that the Alexander family passed through its' genes. And it was only for this moment, as he peeled himself from the chair and collected his stumbled step that his eyes were finally taken from Kristopher's form. Jasper gripped the arm of his chair tightly as he stood up, cursing under his breath as he had been brutally reminded just how much the firewhiskey had effected him. But Jasper would always appear as if nothing was wrong, he stood up straight, tightening the muscles in his back so that he stood straight and slid his hand up the arm and to the back of chair, stroking the dark wood with a ghosted hand. He ran his free hand through his hair, brushing back and potential strays that may attempt to hide his face or worse, his eyes.

With a deep breath he cleared his throat, placing his hands behind his back, he usually did while walking as it gave him a mysterious and dominant aura. He was careful with his steps as he walked over to the desk that Kristopher had thrown himself so carelessly on earlier, and perhaps now would wish that he had chosen a better spot. He boots clicked on the stone floors, each step echoing in the empty classroom and his eyes were now back on Kristopher with as much intensity as ever. Jasper paused in front of the desk, his lips had been subtly curled into a discreetly pursed smirk as he leaned forward, regardless if Kristopher leaned back or not and slid his hands from behind him to the sides of the table, his grip tightening around the wood as if to bar the fellow professor in. The thought of this send his high on a rampage, Kristopher was locked, trapped, stuck and practically bound and gagged with such few words and a few glances, it was glorious, godly, he had never had this much power before; at least, not over a man.

"You should really learn how to use that tongue Professor Bell, at least for speech purposes."

Jasper said, leaning in inch by inch more, a played look on his features as he couldn't help but this game was . . . like none he had ever played before. There was almost a purr in his voice, more so than before. There was something in him that burned; having the male this close just sent shivers viciously down his frame. His mind almost seemed to replicate that of a stupid singing crab, it once again made him wonder if it was the firewhiskey talking or if it was something else, some strange and twisted sexual need to be dominant and in charge, he wasn't sure, all he knew was the stupid song in his head seemed to coax him closer and closer to the blonde until it was probably uncomfortable for both. Instead of the ninety percent that a man was suppose to go to start a kiss, Jasper had easier gone at least ninety-five, or even ninety-eight, their lips practically brushing against each other, close enough for him to take in Kris' breath. He then leaned in closer, finishing the ratio as he pressed his lips hard against the blonde's, growling a bit once he had the first taste that was the sheer sweetness of Kristopher Bell, it made his stomach flip, his skin prick and his head spin, but he would lie and blame the firewhiskey, one's kiss couldn't have that much reaction on a sober man, he would tell himself. Almost to make sure that his OBVIOUS domination was in fact obvious; Jasper hooked his hand around the nape of the other's neck, digging his fingers into the flesh.

Kristopher had done something wrong; he'd known that in an instant. Eyes narrowed in his general direction, at first, before it became increasing noticeable they were aimed directly into his eyes. The muscles of his broad shoulders practically quivered in response to the sheering glare to his irises. Aquatic hues merely upset with him had such an odd effect on him; it was almost like he was starting to crave that heated, annoyed look at his person. A polished tooth, a canine, snuck out between Jasper’s lips almost distracting the blond from those lethal marine colored hues. It was a random reaction but predominately effective in its usage. It was an enjoyable diversion considering what any alternative could have turned out to be.

“Now, now; Kristopher, get your head out of the clouds.”

Then there was movement. The blond’s bluer than blue eyes widened, trying to imperceptibly adjust his body away from the current predator prowling towards him. Even for being slightly inebriated, the man kept himself composed and ready to strike; this was not a shocking development from what he’d seen, or remembered at this point, from his constant running’s with the History of Magic professor. Of course, there were a few fumbled movements from the naturally agile man but those were few and far between, and also understandable from the current events. This led Kristopher to believe the man would stop at the rim of his desk with his fingers grazing along the edges of the furniture like they did with every other thing they moved on.

The blond was wrong.

The man continued his trek, inching towards him with hands placed behind his back. Kristopher swallowed, trying to shake the foreign feeling of being a sacrificial lamb brought to the slaughter with the sudden advances to his person via the fellow professor. The Charms teacher wasn’t exactly sure if Jasper would kill him but if he did die here, he wouldn’t regret it; not with how utterly high on adrenaline and booze he was at the current place in time.

Time seemed to slow down as the situation at hand began to settle in his mind. Jasper stalking over to him with a rapacious gaze yet completely control of the situation at hand. Where was his control right now? Probably somewhere between the 5th or ninth cup he had but it didn’t matter now. It didn’t matter when had suddenly trapped him, Jasper waists flush against his legs while he leaned back a bit more as Jasper came forward. Kris couldn’t lean too much further or risk falling off the edge of the desk and colliding with the floor, quite possibly completely a useless mess for the rest of the evening. Not to mention he’d lose and losing was seriously not on the agenda for tonight.

"You should really learn how to use that tongue Professor Bell, at least for speech purposes."

Kristopher’s body trembled at the words, a breath turning into a gasp with a section of scorching heat moving into his cheeks to the point of leaving him not only flustered, but light headed as well. It seemed no matter how far away Jasper was to him it was just too close or too far away, there didn’t seem to be a comfortable meeting ground between the two places. Not when he felt so conflicted between being utterly ripped to shreds or somehow turned on beyond the shadow of a doubt. Both left him pained and conflicted with no chance of escape or release.

Another breath was ripped from the atmosphere and given straight to his lungs as Jasper steadily leaned closer to his face. Well beyond his comfort zone, Kristopher found himself almost leaning forward trying to close the gap but on the other hand moving could mean death or whatever evil punishments this man could dish out. If he moved, it was involuntary. That was Kris’s story for the moment and he’d stick to it, even when Jasper was so close with their lips practically brushing against each other. He could feel the warm breath of Jasper’s parted mouth ghosting over his oddly closed one, considering his chatty nature. It caused a God awful shiver to roll down his body as he shut his eyes to not give into the sheer need that suddenly coursed through him. The blond responded quickly by putting his hands on the History of Magic professor’s chest as the man continued to lean his body closer to the Charms professor’s own.

Kristopher wasn’t putting up much resistance even if mentally he hoped he was. But he couldn’t move, he knew deep down to almost his instincts that he wasn’t allowed to move. Jasper had to make the move or else this would be wrong and the blond would risk punishment in some way that would leave him raw in more ways than one; going against an Alpha never laid well with a trifling Beta.

But then the Alexander did.

Lips pushed roughly against his own, hands straining between the decision of keeping the man away from his body and disrupting the kiss or pulling him closer just to give him the clarification that this was okay and that he enjoyed the little display far too much to pass of this. The blond couldn’t help but jerk back, parting his mouth ever so slightly by the sheer supremacy of Jasper’s lips. Getting growls at the beginning, placing a clear mark of governing the way this was moving wasn’t something Kristopher ran into all that often but, to be truthful to all including himself, he enjoyed it far too much. Being told, being ordered? It was what truly got him going some days. He made a noise, clearly submissive, in the back of his throat as Jasper practically inserted the title of Alpha onto himself and leaving Kristopher to flounder around as a sudden Beta in the situation.

That’s when the blonde’s hands tightened the fabric of Jasper’s vest, tugging him a bit further into the kiss. Kris wasn’t exactly sure if he’d regret this later or in the morning but right now this looked to be about the most risk full fun he’d have for a while. It wasn’t like him to pass something quite like this up. Not when every instinct told him to continue in this tirade with the man that gave him bad vibes for probably good reasons.

Maybe Kristopher should have learned to say no, it would have probably saved him so much grief in times like this.

For a split second there was a moment of doubt, feeling Kristopher's hands press against the leather that shielded his chest from the other's touch. It almost felt defensive, and if it was, Jasper could easily blame the liquor for his actions and act as if it never happened, why did that scenario seem so familiar? But as quickly as the dread of rejection and what was worse, failure when it came to his manipulation abilities, came it went as Kristopher clearly accepted the action with opened arms, a clear mind and spread legs. The sound that the other produced sent a sharp vibration down his back that caused his senses to overstimulate, each strand of his hair burned with this unclear and [what would possibly be blamed as an] alcoholic haze. He wanted more, like a spoiled child in a candy store, one lick was never enough, he wanted all the flavors in each and every shade possible.

There was so much going through his head at the moment that the space between his ears quickly became crowded, all thoughts about the blonde that had so submissively crowned him as champion; a win that would easily shadow any Triwizard Tournament that the other might attempt to bring up. Kristopher's lips were as soft as he had assumed, and that beautiful shade of nude rose that Jasper would make sure turned red with splashes of dark violet with light bruising from his teeth. His hair was like perfect silk, cool and flowed so willingly through his fingers as he ran his hand up the back of the other's neck and took a fistful of his hair, cursing him for the short haircut that gave him hardly enough leverage.

He was caught off guard ever-so-slightly as he felt him be tugged closer into the kiss, this caused the current champion to frown. With Kristopher's advantage of mass and age . . . and experience it seemed, he quickly felt a pit in his stomach as he felt the dominance slipping from his grasp and was quick to reinstate the classes. With his fistful of blonde he gave a sharp tug to the male's head, enough to break the kiss for a brisk moment. At this moment, the kiss alone had sent his temperature well over the health limit and he was near feverish to the touch, feeling as if he could breathe fire from the burning inside him, and almost wishing he could to relieve it. His oceanic hues flicking to Kristopher's as they narrowed with a dare that there would be consequences if he were to attempt to challenge his dominance again, and yet with that dare almost seemed to brew a challenge.

But after the intensity of his eyes changed their target to Kristopher's lips once more he used Kristopher's captured strands like reins to pull him right back into the kiss. His lips meshing perfectly against the blonde's like a complex but well designed puzzle. Almost as if to reiterate his earlier silent but ever-so-clear message, the raven gave a warning bite to the blonde's lower lip, not enough to make it bleed or even bruise yet, but enough to make it clear who was really in charge . . . even if he had less than a clue on what he was doing beyond this drunkenly heated kiss. But that didn't stop him, Jasper would carry on as if he had done this a hundred times and the memory was cemented into his mind for clarity. With each potential bit of fight the other possessed, the younger professor would make sure to give a sharp tug of his hair, followed by that threatening stare and a more aggressive bite, growing more so each and every occurrence.

Kristopher vaguely felt something crawling up the back of his neck, a tremble rolled through him as his body reacted from the subtle touch. It was almost a chill against his flushed neck. There was a tug, lightly, his mind a bit more preoccupied at the lips currently moving against his own. His fingers dug a bit harder into the leather vest within his grip but only for a moment. Then his hair was pulled, head snapping back as Jasper jerked his hair away from his skull. The discomfort was a pulling sensation as the hair roots tried so desperately to stand their ground sending their poor host shocks of excitement and aching scalp down his spine, rolling around his body as soon shot straight to its intended place. Kris’s mouth became his main source of oxygen as his lips parted releasing a hiss of pain.

Blue, widened, eyes looked up at Jasper’s heated gaze. Finger nails almost scrapping a layer of leather from the vest as he tried to grab for purchase on the clothing. It didn’t seem like enough to really alert his suddenly dominate party to his pain. The fellow professor seemed almost intrigued with his new findings of Kris’s pain. The Charms professor wasn’t sure what the man was looking at on him but he knew it wouldn’t bode well for whatever body part it was.

Another jerk had his face reapplied to the younger man’s dominative kiss. His lips melded into a perfect space between Jasper’s own. It felt… right, perfect there couldn’t have been a better way for lips to connect to each other. The blonde tried pulling the man even closer until his felt a nipping at his lower lip. It wasn’t enough to cause a gash but still—Kristopher made another submissive noise, relaxing his hands the clung to the vest like a buoy in the roughened waters of a bay. There were battles to fight, this one? Not so much. Not when submitted would probably save him blood loss… and prove to be a bit of fun.

[[ Disappointed in myself for shit post. ]]

Every tremble, shiver or twitch that Kristopher’s body was willing to give, Jasper was there to take, his smirk, victoriously planted on his lips like it had a right to be there. At the moment, he wasn’t worried about hurting the blonde or not, he was a big boy, he could handle it, and if not, then Jasper would enjoy watching him squirm; twisted but delicious eye candy that made his heart pound and his already form fitting pants feel a size or two too small. He felt the other gripping his vest and he was grateful it was there, imagining the nails into his skin sent goose bumps soaring from one tip of his body to another, and he was already hazed with a drunken lust that who knows what that would have started!

The hiss was delectable, a real treat and Jasper only kneaded the tugged strands through his fingers due to it. He bit his tongue, resisting the urge to make a remark about the noise and the relevance to the House that the foreign boy was sorted into for teaching, how fitting, for once. The younger’s body tensed slightly as he felt the sudden grip on his vest again, nearly humming at the reaction, well, for his first encounter like this, it seemed Jasper was doing a bang-out up job; oh how Kristopher stroked his ego without a single flick of his tongue. Once the blonde made another stimulatingly submissive noise, Jasper shuttered a bit. As a reward, he ran his tongue lightly around the nipped area, hoping to soothe the tendered spot, resisting his urge to sink his teeth back into it for another sound, mmm, how he already craved them.

As Kristopher loosened his grip, something in Jasper seemed to snap, he had won, Kris had surrendered, or at least he was foolish enough to let the other think like this. He brought up his free hand, letting it brush up the man’s firm torso, nearly shivering at how well he could feel every bulge and dip of his muscular form, and had to fight to keep his eyes off his hand’s trail. His pale fingers wrapped around the curl of Kristopher’s shoulder, gripping it firmly as he leaned closer into the kiss, pressing his body the rest of the small space until the leather of Jasper’s vest met Kristopher’s flesh. With another surprise tug, this one more directing than punishing, Jasper used his new leverage on the blonde’s shoulder to press him to the side and back onto the table that he had been sitting on, using all his weight to force him onto his back, hoping Kristopher’s [possible] surprise would make moving the larger male easier.

Using each bit of his weight, Jasper forced the other’s back onto the dark wood, slamming him down with a thud and only for that moment did Kristopher’s hair receive any relief. He stared down at the blonde with heated eyes, a lusted twinkle deeply embedded into the murky, bluish green irises and a devilous smirk that danced so elegantly onto his lips. Jasper didn’t waste any time, almost concerned that if Kristopher got the chance, he’d get up and then his dominance would be shattered, Jasper quickly stepped on the chair opposite of the table and stepped slid onto the table. With a firm hand he pressed down in the middle of the blonde’s chest as a silent warning that he shouldn’t consider moving, his nails lightly grazing the flesh as a promise of punishment if he even dared. Once establishing the rules, Jasper crawled up over to Kristopher again, throwing his legs over either side of the blonde’s hips as he firmly placed his knees there, hovering above the blonde. He sat there for a moment taking in the scene, he wasn’t sure what had him so stimulated, the firewhiskey, the dominance, or if it was actually how beautiful a lusted Kristopher looked beneath him; was there an option for all of the above? And then some.

Jasper slammed his hand down beside Kristopher’s head, mainly for show as he licked his own lips. His free hand moved down to grab the blonde’s chin, roughly yet with a hesitated tenderness as he lifted his head ever so slightly, moving down to his face, stopping once feeling the flesh of Kristopher’s lips on his own.

“Kristopher..”

The raven practically purred in a husky whisper, waiting a moment or two for the effect of his name to affect the blonde before he crashed their lips together once more, kissing him with such force that the blonde would be pressed flush against the desk once again. Stealing the other’s House reputation, Jasper’s tongue slithered its way into Kristopher’s mouth, searching for its counterpart and upon finding it, ground and danced around it. This action made him finally release Kristopher’s chin and instead move to comb through the golden silk that was available for his reach.

[Hush your mouth bby. I'm sorry for putting you in the awkward spot.]

Suddenly, his scalp didn’t hurt as much. The needle jerking pain that had been bothering him, for the moment, stopped. The grip was still there but in a less menacing way. If anything it meant Jasper had gotten his message on the not-too-nice pain that hair pulling caused. Why was it in every situation he found himself in with the History of Magic professor ended with him being in pain in one way or another? Kristopher wasn’t questioning it but he could mentally agree with himself that this was far better than the scorching, flaming hot knives of the Crucio curse rolling through his body any day.

The blond quivered as a weirdly warm and slick muscle across the crudely bitten lip. There would be a bruise, he was almost certain; but wasn’t this what Jasper was all about right now? Kristopher mind was screaming at him the motions, the motives, the everything happening here was the fellow professor making a clearly read gesture to the Bell. Jasper meant to win and right now? Kristopher was quite enjoying being beaten. In the end, maybe this was better off than his previous stand-off with the Alexander. Hell, if this was the result of being a bit verbally challenge to the Pureblood than he’d make sure to attempt to step on the man’s feet more often. His fingers softened their grip for the moment. There wasn’t a need to act forward in the situation. If anything submitting to this… whatever is was felt great to his steadily losing mind in the weirdly intoxicating haze between the alcoholic low and the aroused high.

Something brushed up his abdomen, soft and he barely could figure out if that was a hand or a random piece of something in between their bodies. Actually the idea of something being in between them was a thought Kris couldn’t fathom, didn’t want to fathom. At least it wasn’t just a random occurrence of an object between them that belong to neither of the currently fumbling drunk party. The blond didn’t understand how relieved he was to find it was part of Jasper touching him until his shoulders relaxed into the hand that curled into round of his muscled shoulder. Their bodies were pulled together once more, leather only slightly warm from warm his hand had resided, the chill of the fabric caused gasp to escape his heated mouth that was tightly covered with the younger man’s own. It was pressure, a delightful pressure that refused to let him open his eyes, especially when the Alexander when he felt a push to his shoulder mixed with the damnably inebriating pull of his hair that cause Kris’s heated mind to obey without a fight. It pulled and pushed him down, more like directed him, but it was an order that the older man followed.

Kristopher was just so good at follow orders, wasn’t he? Nevertheless as the seconds ticked by, Jasper must have felt like it wasn’t fast enough. The blond felt every bit of the History of Magic professor’s body leaning against him in effort to quicken the pace. Even though Kristopher wasn’t an exact fan of lying on a desk with his leg partially hanging off, he knew he ultimately didn’t have any other choice. Somewhere during the descent of his body to the smooth wood of the desk the blond opened his eyes. Bluer than blue eyes, slightly glassy and glaze from the current goings on, connected to the marine colored eyes that practically were a smirk in themselves. The light couldn’t reflect in the eyes, not from his angles. They seemed deadly, harsh, and looking at every bit of him and beyond. It was so much more intimate than from across the room glares and huffed words. This was face to face, hotter, and Kristopher was close enough to touch the danger that set his blood a few degrees hotter. During his thought his back had made contact with the freezing table that caused his skin to have goosebumps, the skin of Kristopher’s body confused by the sudden temperature change. The blond’s body jerked upward, trying to remove itself from the cold surface out of sheer instincts as he watched the man disappear from his sights. It didn’t get too far as the dominant pair of the duo took charge once more, a hand pressing into his chest as the fellow professor reentered his vision; sliding a leg over Kris’s waist, knees pulling tightly to keep his hips from moving, ultimately keeping the Charms professor from moving.

How did he even get there? Kristopher wasn’t even keeping track of everything that was going on anymore, his mind had narrowed to those fierce, aquatic eyes that clearly shimmered with the thoughts of the moment. Even the scrapping of nails that should have caused some sort of reaction felt faraway and nonexistent to those eyes. The Lust, the heat, and the audacious look that dared the blonde to attempt act out; to receive the punishments he would dish out on the dominated blond. The thought; the idea or theory, even, sounded like a faraway inkling. That wasn’t an option from him as those eyes that were starting to encompass his entire world moved steadily closer.

Or maybe that was just an illusion. A hand smacked the desk near the side of his head, eyes darting to the side to see it belong to a certain marine eyed man. In the corner of his vision he caught movement from the Alexander’s mouth. A lick of younger man’s lips caused another tremor to roll through the abused Charms professor’s body. Flesh moved in the very, very briefly moment in Kristopher’s sight. A grip to the Bell’s chin felt rough and forced yet… something else. Something a bit more… dare he say tender? The blond dropped the thought immediately. It would have ruined this moment, the weirdly erotic persona he’d built up for this man. He wouldn’t let something like a small gesture mean something… at least not yet. Not when it could possible kill whatever this was. The blond’s mind was far too cut up in trying to rationalize the weirdly tender grip as a face came steadily closer until lips were practically touching. Only the slightest bit of skin to skin contact was there. Just enough to feel the ghosting breath from the younger of the duo.


The blond squeezed his eyes shut, letting out an unforgivable noise. It was barely there but the moan that escaped his lips had come to existence, even if it had failed to be anything audible. Lips crashed together killing any thought process on the effectively beaten Slytherin. Kristopher wasn’t afraid to admit he’d lost this battle right now with the slick, warm muscle moving into his mouth. The grip was gone and moved back to his hair as the blond decided to combat the muscle in his mouth. Pushing and prodded it. The sensation was odd, tasting the whiskey on the other’s tongue wasn’t that bad; the man’s own personal flavor giving him a nice taste in his mouth. Maybe fighting the glorious tongue in his mouth wasn’t a good idea, the blond tried to keep the appendage in between his lips for as long as physically possible.

Jasper’s lips pulled into a thin smile, one of pure satisfaction. He never would have seen this coming, straddling someone . . . another man of all things, while being in such a hot and lusted battle of lips. It was not something anyone would really expect from a civilized gentleman such as Jasper Alexander, but firewhiskey was apparently the push that he needed for such a thing to occur. This hadn’t been his original plan, they were just going to drink their pain and troubles away . . . but this worked just as well.

Kristopher’s sweetness sent shivers down his spine, it was like a dark molasses and with each flick of his tongue, he craved it all the more; the sounds, the taste, the sheer sight of seeing the larger man sprawled out onto a table where his students sat. Oh, the looks he’d give that desk during his boring classes, remembering these events, if the firewhiskey would be nice enough to allow him to savor his memories. Jasper frowned at the man’s noises; they were beautiful, just for him but far too quiet. It seemed this was the one scenario in which the History of Magic Professor didn’t prefer silence. In fact, if his tongue wasn’t already in a power struggle with the blonde’s he’d demand that he be louder; he wanted the towers to hear it, although he wasn’t sure if this was his actual desire or the firewhiskey talking. . . but it still sounded like a lovely idea regardless of what had placed it in his mind.

Jasper could only take so much of feeling the fight that Kristopher’s tongue seemed to possess. With a growl he parted their lips ever so slightly and pulling his tongue from the other’s slowly, he was far enough for him to lean down and harshly sink his teeth into Kristopher’s lip. He had warned him, silently, but warned him none-the-less. However, the battle was more entertaining than he wanted to admit, enough so that he tightened his grip of Kristopher’s hair and directed his head back slightly. Jasper’s body pressed down against the blonde’s, squeezing his thighs to make sure the elder professor was forced to stay down during the younger’s drunken playtime. He leaned down, until the leather met with Kristopher’s body and slid closer to the man’s jaw line, where he ran his tongue along the strong structure until reaching the tip of his chin where he sat up once again. He looked down at the man beneath him and furrowed his eyebrows as he tried to stay focused, between the liquor and the sheer lusty high he was on, his brain was starting to cloud. During this, Jasper’s grip on the blonde silk was loosened, much to the blonde’s pleasure he was sure.

The History of Magic professor looked back down to the elder’s lips, and at the place he had just nipped, figuring it would be quiet polite of him to sooth it with his tongue once more, and everyone knew how sweet of a man Jasper Alexander was, but he did it regardless, just to taste the man’s sweetness again.



[ Brain dead, exhausted, pissed off at the internet for crashing and losing my first copy . . . leads to this crap, I’m sorry love. </3 Promise the next won't suck as badly and more sorry for how long it took, never again. ]

* [/sobs. I ruined it. TAT I won't let it happen again. ]