The Newbie

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He was one, Samual realized at length, with a smug grin playing on his handsome features, his dark eyes mirthless even in the sunlight of the front steps. He was a newbie once more and he would have to establish his position among the students again.

'The students...' He thought, his smile still firmly in place As if trying to keep it from widening he chuckled softly. A whole new world of possibilities. Young minds to mold...and corrupt. His eyes squinted from the strain of looking through the rays of sun at the building's front, trying to memorize the name.

"St. James Private School." He said softly, his voice as thin and comfortless as the breeze which carried it away. His new domain was here.

[franco]

Lucien was sitting on the front steps waiting for his incredibly hot boyfriend, Armand, to show up, when he couldn't help but notice a rater attractive young man. The man couldn't have been a student, Lucien observed with disappointment, because he wasn't wearing the traditional St. James uniform. On the contrary, the man was dress as a teacher, but a very fashionable a suave teacher. Lucien had never seen him before, so he had to be new. He hoped the man would be replacing his History teacher, Mrs. Whelp, as she had just had to take off the rest of the year because of a nasty slip during class that cause her to break her hip. A nasty slip that Lucien had caused; he put some baby oil on the floor behind Mrs. Whelp's desk before class started. Oh, what a sight it was to see bitch old Mrs. Whelp suddenly yelp and disappear behind her desk while teacher them about World War two.

"I'm assuming you're a new teacher." Lucien said to the man, hardly able to stop himself from talking to him.

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Samual turned slowly, tearing his eyes away from the sign to become fixated on a mere boy sitting on the front steps. Something about how he asked his question, that smug, but helpful voice that interested Samual and caught his attention.

The boy wasn't bad looking at all, now that his attention was placed on him. He had a well built body and fine bone structure. Samual gave him the disarming and niave smile of a newcomer.

"You're quite astute." He said smoothly, his eyes still assesing the boy's value to him. "I'm a history teacher."

[franco]

"A history teacher you say?" said Lucien, hardly able to hold bad his excitement. If this indeed was his new history teacher than his Junior year was becoming even better. First he got a hot boyfriend, now he might have a hot history teacher. "You wouldn't happened to be replaceing a certain teacher would you? Perhaps a teacher by the name of Doreen Whelps?"

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Samual watched the boy become far more excited with the mention of his subject. He wondered if that was his favorite subject, or perhaps he was 'into' something like that. He stepped closer to the student under the guise of participating in a conversation, but, in actuality, he wanted to get a better view.

He was quite good looking, Samual concluded as his dark and mirthless eyes traced the student's wispy hair. He didn't have much by way of manners though, he continued on that line of thought, unconsciously pulling a few loose strands of blond hair behind his ear, only to have them replace themselves at once. He was engaging in a conversation without offering Samual a seat, or even standing to greet him. He seemed laid-back with his casual attitude and glib voice, and those types were much harder to control. But could his carelessness be out weighted by his good looks? Samual smiled down at him.

"And if I was?" His voice was fluid and soft, it's tone as teasing as his smile.

[franco]

Lucien liked the vibes he was getting from this guy. He seemed a bit smug, but then again so was Lucien. He could tell this was one man he'd be getting along with which was strange seeing as Lucien rarely got along with adults, especially teachers. Well, there was the occasional grow man he'd meet in the back room at Babylon, but Lucien liked to think that hardly counted.

"Well," said Lucien with a smirk, "I'd be very happy. You see, dear old Mrs. Whelp, as sweet as she was she just wasn't a good teacher. And that spill she took during class, terrible, terrible. I'm just glad to see that they've found a suitable replacement. You seem to me like a very capable individual. I was just hoping I'm right in assuming you're the replacement."

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Samual laughed airily. "Sweet? Is that what you call it these days?" He remembered meeting this 'sweet' old woman before coming here to be informed of the current condition of the class and how quickly he should take on each topic as well as what the topics were. Sweet would be the last thing he would have thought of Mrs. Whelps as.

"I suppose that little tumble during class had nothing to do with the studens, am I right?" He winked at the boy and laughed. It sounded like something he might have done to get rid of a teacher he was not fond of. Fortunately, he never was disposed to a teacher since they were constantly giving Samual an easier time, due to his father's power.

"You are correct--I'm here to replace her." Samual said simply. "I'm glad I look so capable. Apparently I'll need to avoid 'falling' in her classroom."

[franco]

"I would never do such a thing to a teacher." said Lucien flatly, being sure to make eye contact with man. Even though the man was extremely attractive Lucien was about to admit to causing Mrs. Whelps' accent. Of course no one suspected him. The principal had assumed that she slipped on a bit of dry erase board cleaner that a student may have accidentally spilled while helping old Mrs. Whelps clean. Only Lucien and his boyfriend, Armand, knew what really happened and he wanted to keep it that way.

"Oh, trust me, I don't think you'll have to worry about falling." Lucien told him, giving the teacher an obvious eying up. "I'm Lucien, by the way." he added, not bothering to extend a hand to shake or other such formalities.

[unukalhaiuntamed]

Apparently he had hit home, judging by the look on the boy's face and the tone of his voice. The boy obviously had something to do with the fall--he was the notorious granny-tripper, or so his stony expression stated. Had the old hag said something to annoy him, or was it simply on a whim that he decided to render her an utter mess? This was no boy to simply be overlooked, Samual concluded. He could very well be the next injured teacher if he got on the bad side of his students.

But, he grinned charmingly as he thought, I think these students are going to like me a great deal...

The boy had just obviously given him the look-over, a shameless eye-raping, so to speak. "I suppose then I have nothing to worry about then?" He chuckled, this boyish flirting becoming very entertaining to him. "I'm Mr. Benson." He was careful not to reveal his first name, knowing that Lucien would probably use it during class.

[franco]

"Mr. Benson? Hmm, easy enough to remember." said Lucien. It was a hot name, Benson. It sounded like he could be a porn star, unless his first name was something unattractive like Bob or Bill. Even though Benson was a teacher, Lucien took notice that he didn't give his first name. Smart man, if Lucien knew the first name of a teacher that's what he usually call them in class. None of this 'mister' or 'missies' bullshit. If they didn't call him Mr. Franco why should he show them the same respect? On the other hand Lucien hated being called 'mister'. So, basically, Lucien just enjoyed being an asshole.

"Well, Mr. Benson, if you ever need help finding your way around St. James. . . just look me up." said Lucien suggestively.

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"I can't suspect it's that hard to find your way around." His eyes slid over to the large school building, tracing the double-doored entrance, framed in the delicate way the rest of the school was fashioned. He sensed that this may very well be the beginning of something different. None of his other jobs had started off so quickly. He was going to have to be careful to keep his 'hobbies' under wraps.

Lucien was interested, but Samual knew that a boy like this couldn't be controlled and utilized how he wanted him to. The flirting was fun, admittedly, but he couldn't possibly be what Samual was looking for. Besides, Lucien may very well tell if he was involved in what Samual was considering, and that may spell disaster for this certain career.

"Still...who knows. I may very well take you up on that offer." His eyes locked on to Lucien for a moment while he unconsciously straightened his suit and turned for the doors. "I hope to be seeing you in class, Lucien." And may my meetings with other students turn out just as well, he finished inwardly.

[franco]

Still...who knows. I may very well take you up on that offer.

Lucien liked what he was hearing. Benson had to know what he was suggesting, he just had too. The only way Lucien could have been more obvious about it was by grabbing Benson's dick. That just didn't seem very cordial so Lucien stuck to the heavy flirting. How delightful would it be to fuck a teacher? It was one of those things Lucien always wanted to try, but never got to. He was sure Armand would be impressed by it, hell, he might even want t join in. He made a mental note to tell Armand about this ASAP.

Suddenly the warning bell sounded. Oh well, Lucien's encounter with Benson didn't seem like it was going to last much longer anyway. He stood up and picker up his bag.

"I hope to be seeing you in class, Lucien."

"Well, your hopes have been answered because you'll see me during fifth period." said Lucien before he turned his back , giving Benson a fabulous view of his ass, and went inside the school.