It's hard to make Byakuran look sloppy. Even as he stands at the school gates, a jacket slung over his shoulder and tie loosely hanging at his neck, he still looks the epitome of a model student or perhaps even more. It's an afternoon glazed in the heat that stands as a reminder that summer still has a month more to go, even if those in their class don't have the time to enjoy it. And, as that sun sets, it sends Byakuran's hair glistening in its light, giving him an almost inhuman radiance.
"Se-chan, I thought you'd have snuck out another entrance to get away from me," he teases. His voice holds no malice, but plenty of ill-intent.
Sebastian, though, is no less experienced than he. He smiles back at him, a gentle incline of his head no more than the barest motion of polite deference. Byakuran was a predator as much as he was, but they were both too well-learned to show anything but the most perfect of fronts, "Why ever would I think of escaping from you, Byakuran?"
Byakuran hums, a pleasant tone, but no less chilling as he shrugs, tapping Sebastian on the shoulder as he passes him, a gentle command to follow him back into the building. He moves like a king or perhaps more akin to a spoiled prince, expecting every whim of his to be followed and Sebastian is curious enough to indulge it, despite his brother's misgivings.
"I wonder," is all Byakuran will offer as he leads him back, through empty halls and dead classrooms. It's not as chilling as it should be. He's long gotten used to the feel of it, but he knows that Byakuran knows this, too, and the young man keeps it short, finding a classroom that suited him and sliding easily in. Byakuran makes himself comfortable on demonstration table of an empty science lab, white hair seeming an odd contrast to the slick white-board full of half-erased scribblings.
Sebastian settles in the teacher's chair, leaning back as he observes the other through dark eyes, steepling his fingers just inches from his mouth, "I've already finished my science credits. If you've brought me here to teach me anything, you'll be quite disappointed."
Byakuran shifts, his jacket abandoned at his side as he moves closer to curl a long strand of Sebastian's hair around an elegantly long index finger, "No, nothing like that. I don't pay attention in half of the ones I'm in as it is." Byakuran's gaze is steady as he watches him through oddly tinted eyes.
"So?"
"I don't like it," Byakuran murmurs, batting away Sebastian's hands as he draws the other's chair closer with a hook of his foot. He leans over the other, shadows cast over his face in the dim natural light that filtered into the classroom. "You withdrawing from the council as soon as I joined." He traces that finger down the sharp line of Sebastian's cheek, pale skin on pale skin, but it's more intimidating than it is sensual.
"It was not meant as an offense, I can assure you," Sebastian smiles his cryptic smile and Byakuran can't help but laugh.
He tugs the other forward by his tie, leaning down to brush his lips against Sebastian's, "Of course, it wasn't. But, I don't care. I still want you working with me."
Sebastian's lips curl upwards a bit against Byakuran's, "And this is how you intend to do it? How childish."
Byakuran hooks his finger in Sebastian's tie, neatly slipping it off as he kisses him, "If it's effective, does it really matter, now?"
"Se-chan, I thought you'd have snuck out another entrance to get away from me," he teases. His voice holds no malice, but plenty of ill-intent.
Sebastian, though, is no less experienced than he. He smiles back at him, a gentle incline of his head no more than the barest motion of polite deference. Byakuran was a predator as much as he was, but they were both too well-learned to show anything but the most perfect of fronts, "Why ever would I think of escaping from you, Byakuran?"
Byakuran hums, a pleasant tone, but no less chilling as he shrugs, tapping Sebastian on the shoulder as he passes him, a gentle command to follow him back into the building. He moves like a king or perhaps more akin to a spoiled prince, expecting every whim of his to be followed and Sebastian is curious enough to indulge it, despite his brother's misgivings.
"I wonder," is all Byakuran will offer as he leads him back, through empty halls and dead classrooms. It's not as chilling as it should be. He's long gotten used to the feel of it, but he knows that Byakuran knows this, too, and the young man keeps it short, finding a classroom that suited him and sliding easily in. Byakuran makes himself comfortable on demonstration table of an empty science lab, white hair seeming an odd contrast to the slick white-board full of half-erased scribblings.
Sebastian settles in the teacher's chair, leaning back as he observes the other through dark eyes, steepling his fingers just inches from his mouth, "I've already finished my science credits. If you've brought me here to teach me anything, you'll be quite disappointed."
Byakuran shifts, his jacket abandoned at his side as he moves closer to curl a long strand of Sebastian's hair around an elegantly long index finger, "No, nothing like that. I don't pay attention in half of the ones I'm in as it is." Byakuran's gaze is steady as he watches him through oddly tinted eyes.
"So?"
"I don't like it," Byakuran murmurs, batting away Sebastian's hands as he draws the other's chair closer with a hook of his foot. He leans over the other, shadows cast over his face in the dim natural light that filtered into the classroom. "You withdrawing from the council as soon as I joined." He traces that finger down the sharp line of Sebastian's cheek, pale skin on pale skin, but it's more intimidating than it is sensual.
"It was not meant as an offense, I can assure you," Sebastian smiles his cryptic smile and Byakuran can't help but laugh.
He tugs the other forward by his tie, leaning down to brush his lips against Sebastian's, "Of course, it wasn't. But, I don't care. I still want you working with me."
Sebastian's lips curl upwards a bit against Byakuran's, "And this is how you intend to do it? How childish."
Byakuran hooks his finger in Sebastian's tie, neatly slipping it off as he kisses him, "If it's effective, does it really matter, now?"
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