Meet You After School

"Will you just...kiss me once before you go?"

Looking up into Dizzy's face, he could see the anguish---he didn't want to leave, and Steele

didn't want him to leave.

Diz felt a stab in his heart. God, Steele had such a cruel face. It just wasn't fair. "Fine..." he

sighed, pushing himself off the locker and turning to face him. There may have been reluctance in his

voice but not in his heart, it showed as he reached out to stroke and push away Steele's hair before

leaning down to kiss him.

Meeting him halfway, pushing his lips against the slightly taller boy's lips, Steele brought a

hand up to softly brush against Dizzy's face, the other hand gripping the strap of his backpack like

there was no tomorrow. He felt his heart begin thudding in his chest and he felt suddenly

lightheaded, vaguely feeling the need to part for air. He pulled away for a second, gasped breathily,

and pushed his lips back against the taller boy's.

He could feel his chest tighten and his pulse begin to race. This wasn't good, he needed to

stop now, he needed... He needed to push Steele against the locker and kiss him harder. He set a

hand on his dear friend's hip and stepped forward, losing himself to what he thought he needed.

Steele breathed against Dizzy's lips, finding the feel of the icy cold metal at his back oddly

erotic, and pushed his fingers up into the boy's dyed-white hair, sliding the silken locks between his

fingers. An almost embarrassed shot of adrenaline pulsed through his veins when he felt his groin rub

against Dizzy's own, and for a second, he wished that he'd had more experience in order to make the

situation even better, before the thought got pushed away by darker, more sexual thoughts took its

place.

Shame was the first emotion that flickered across Dizzy's mind as he felt a throaty groan

escape him. He had to stop. He pulled away slightly to speak "Steele..." but the name was hot on his

lips and he dove in again, unable to stay away. His hands left hips and wandered up Steele's shirt to

touch that slender body he knew all too well.

Steele broke the kiss for air and trailed minute kisses along Dizzy's jawline, starting down

his neck and resting his lips above his pounding pulse, and he could almost taste it like a sweet, hard

candy on his tongue. He moved his hands down to the other boy's shoulders for leverage and ran his

tongue along that pulse, feeling it like a flittering butterfly under his soft, pale skin. His breath hitched

in his throat as he felt fingers ghosting along his chest and he sighed against Dizzy's skin.

Diz could almost feel every hair on his body standing on end as he drank in the feeling of

Steele's hot mouth on his neck.

"This is...-" he searched for words as he mapped out the skin darker than his own with his

hands. "-sexy...A dirty sexy..." he decided as he shifted to brush his hips against Steele's again.

Steele cried out and threw his head back against the lockers, hardly caring that he'd

probably get a headache later.

"We...are going to get in soooo much trouble, Diz..." he gasped out, pushing his hips

against Dizzy's as well, loving the delicious friction and heat that it generated in his jeans.

"The school board is the least of my worries, Steele..." Dizzy grinned despite his flustered

embarassment. He leaned forward, pressing almost flush against him.

"You wanna stop...?" he spoke into his ear, using a whispered voice as if that would protect

them from being caught.

Steele shivered and let out a breathy sigh, eyes going unfocused for a second.

"God, no...I want you to...to...God..." Steele reached down and fumbled with Dizzy's belt

buckle, getting it undone and hurriedly unzipping his pants.

"I want them to watch, that's what I want," he said, looking up into Dizzy's face, feeling his

face flush with excited embarrassment.

All of his cocky teasing poured out of him as felt a shudder run up his spine and come out

his mouth as a exhaled gasp.

"You-...You're so dirty..." Dizzy whispered, still feeling a grin on his lips. "You'll be

suspended..." he said as his hand ran down Steele's chest to his jeans, running his thumb over his

button. "Expelled maybe..."

Steele grinned too, feeling less like a fool and a little more like a cat in heat. He pushed his

hand past the zipper of Dizzy's pants and felt his fingers tremble as he ran his hand over the hot, silky

skin.

"No underwear...?" He tried to laugh, but it came out sounding breathy and pathetic. "I

think teacher might have to punish me, huh...? My hands are where they shouldn't be..." He rolled his

eyes up to meet Dizzy's.

Diz felt his eyes shut as he gripped the waistline of Steele's pants, finally unfastening

them. Dirty talk seemed to be a weakness he never knew about. He swallowed hard and opened his

eyes again, staring right back at Steele's.

"You're so fucking hot...Steele..." He kissed him again, trying to keep that mouth that sent

him wild busy for a few moments.

Steele wrapped his fingers around the other boy's growing member and battled Dizzy's

tongue, being as careful as possible of the fangs that seemed to grow larger every time he noticed

them, careful so he didn't end up cutting Dizzy's tongue. He kept his eyes on Dizzy's face throughout

and pulled away from the kiss, lips swollen and wet.

"Can I suck you off...?" he asked quietly, trailing his fingers to the sensitive end of the

organ he cradled so gently in his slightly clawed hand.

Dizzy almost came right there, end of story. He licked his kiss-swollen lips and gave the

smallest of nods.

"O...Okay...." he whispered in a breathy voice, holding back another pansy shiver, feeling

like the biggest loser virgin on the planet. He didn't even seem to notice this change in Steele. Didn't

even bother to question this switch of roles between them. Right now it was just him and Steele. In

the middle of the hallway at school. And Steele was about to go down on him.

Nothing out of the ordinary here.

Steele reached behind him and opened Dizzy's locker before he knelt down in front of the

taller boy. He grinned up at him to explain: "Just in case someone comes walking by..."

He then set his orange eyes on the prize in front of him, pulsing and hot and swollen just

inches from his face. Steele tentatively licked the tip of it, keeping the base held steady with his

hand, and used his other hand to push his hair behind his ears.

Orange eyes rolled up to see the reaction on the other boy's face.

"Will you grade me, teacher?" He said, teasing in his tone.

His pale face was flushed a horrifying pink as he hunched his shoulders and gripped the

edges of the locker to keep himself steady. He had to keep licking his lips since his jagged panting

was drying out his lips.

"S-s-Steele..." he called the boy's name in a soft whine. "You're te-asing me!" his voice

jumped up an octave as he felt those claws brush against him ever so slightly.

"You know it," Steele said with a grin, wrapping his lips carefully around the head, slowly

pushing more into his mouth. He tried to relax his throat so the gag reflex wouldn't kick in, and ended

up just breathing through his nose so it was possible. He kept his eyes on Dizzy's face, and the

tension from the obvious pleasure that ran through the boy's pale face made his own loins tighten

with excitement.

He tested his throat to tighten around Dizzy's cock, and he ran his claws ever so gently

through the silvery white curls on the boy's abdomen, loving the feel of his muscles tensing under

his claws, twitching almost visibly under the beautiful translucent skin.

Dizzy let out an audible gasp as the heat overtook him. He felt his hips jerk forward out of

instinct but held them back after he heard Steele make a grunt of discomfort. His arms shook with

effort as he held himself up, trying not to move too much, trying not to call any sort of attention to

himself from the empty hallway.

"Oh god..." he moaned, keeping his eyes shut tight. Partly because he didn't think he could

open them if he tried but mostly because he didn't want to look down at the beautifully cruel eyes he

knew were looking back at him.

And to think, this was only the beginning.

Steele began to move his head along Dizzy's shaft, experimentally grazing his teeth along

the skin, loving the feel of the body above him shuddering with every slight movement he made.

Trailing his claws along Dizzy's hips, he slide his hands under the boy's tight pants and gripped the

firm, pale skin of his ass and pressed his fangs gently into the flesh of his cock; not enough to break

skin, but enough that Dizzy would feel it.

He hummed from his throat so that the vibration caught the boy's attention and looked up

at him, eager to see his reaction.

Diz was a mess, his whole body flushed and even a slight sweat had broken out, causing

his hair to to cling to his face and make his hands slip just a little. His brow furrowed and eyes sealed

shut was an image not even comparable to his mouth. His lips parted as he panted and gasped for

breath through the pleasure, his pierced tongue pushing out lightly, trying to taste a hint of cold air to

maybe help calm himself down.

He felt his hips arch away from the mouth and for a moment he couldn't figure out why,

until he felt those claws on his ass.

There was no way the "I'm straight" arguement was ever going to save him again.
But none of that mattered now, the only thing that mattered was the hot, very hot, coils that seemed

to be burning in his lower stomach. "S...Steele! I...Nnh!" he whimpered, trying to give him fair

warning.

It took a bit of effort, but Steele managed to heed the warning and pull himself off of Dizzy,

tongue lapping out and collectiong the moistness that oozed from the tip of Dizzy's shaft. He took a

deep breath, the cool air stinging his throat and tasting vaguely of sex and sweat. He kissed Dizzy's

abdomen and swirled his tongue around the little metal piercing that adorned his belly button, before

pushing himself to his feet and wrapping his arms around the taller boy's neck and planting a kiss on

his lips.

"I got you lubed up, will you..." He took a deep breath, still not able to quite breathe

correctly. "Will you do me, Diz...?"

Diz whimpered and let out a longing moan, still clinging feeling in his stomach. He finally

opened up his eyes and leaned in to kiss Steele, not caring that neither of them still hadn't even

caught their breath yet. His answer was given through finishing off the zipper on Steele's pants and

feeling up his ass and thighs as he pushed them down and away.

Steele kicked his jeans down over his shoes and pulled Dizzy against him so that he could

use the leverage and wrap his legs around his waist, angling himself so that he could feel the hot,

moist, silken flesh against the bare skin of his ass.

He reached down between them and gripped Dizzy's cock so that he could guide the boy's

hips to enter him.

Steele breathed heavily against Dizzy's lips, eyes dark and half-lidded as he looked into his

eyes. "Do me hard, teacher."

Again with the teacher name calling. Christ. Were the thoughts to reply but he couldn't

speak. He couldn't manage a damn word with those panting gasps beating him to the punch

everytime. He reached down to support Steele's lower back as he let his hips do the moving as the

slightly smaller boy guided him. His inexperience made him eager so once the walls were breached,

he thrust fully inside without a thought, swimming in the sudden wave of pleasure that washed over

him.

Steele cried out loudly and tightened his thighs around Dizzy's waist, burying his face into

the junction of neck and shoulder, where he could feel that delightful jugular pulse against the side

of his face. He lifted his gaze to that fluttering, thing, so alive under his pale skin, and brought his lips

to it, tentatively licking to distract himself and then dragging his fangs ever so lightly against it,

excited about the possibility of actually tasting that jittery thing on his tongue. He sighed and rotated

his hips experimentally and nearly cried out again, muffling the sound by biting into the warm, tender

flesh of Dizzy's neck.

Dizzy shuddered and bit his tongue to hold back one of those embarrassing moans. He

could feel himself tilting his jaw up to let Steele continue to bite at him, unable to deny how oddly

pleasurable it was to be bitten. While he let Steele busy himself with that he went back to that carnal

instinct of thrusting his hips harder and harder into the darker skinned boy, feeling encouraged by

every gasp and moan that he received.

Steele wrapped his legs tighter around Dizzy's slender waist, hands gripping at his

shoulders as he sank his fangs into soft flesh, drowning in the sensation of warm, coppery liquid

sliding down his throat. He pulled back to see the blood dotted on the boy's neck, and he could feel

the heat building in his loins, tightening his muscles around Dizzy. Steele threw his head back against

the locker, eyes half-closed, lips parted and stained crimson at the corners, feeling only a building

white fuzziness in his head and a delicious cock pounding in and out of his ass, tighter and harder,

faster and stronger, and it was only Dimitri, now Dizzy, and no one else to get in his way.

It was too much; the piercing pleasure in his neck, the hot tightness around his cock and

the striking image in front of him that was Steele. A young boy such as himself could just barely

handle such an ordeal. He wrapped one scrawny arm around Steele’s waist and gripped his side,

fingertips digging in, making sure to help support him as best he could while his newly freed hand

reached between them to grab the neglected cock that had been rubbing up against his stomach as

he fucked him. Diz would be damned if he were to cum first.

There was a brief moment when Steele could actually feel Dizzy's fingers on his aching

cock, and the next moment, stars exploded before his eyes and he cried out, feeling everything in his

body tighten, sending shockingly pleasurable waves of white through his veins, eliciting a shudder

throughout his body as he sank against the locker, fingers relaxing against Dizzy's shoulders. He

could hear only his pulse and the harsh breathing of his companion, and he could feel the teasingly

amazing pound of his pulse in his ass, tightening him against the pale boy even more. He reached

down and ran his fingers through the white mess that was splattered over Dizzy's stomach and

brought his digits to his face, licking his fingers lazily.

He spoke, even as he fought to catch his breath from the receding orgasm. "I know...you're

close, Diz..." He grinned and slipped his fingers into his mouth, making sure that those brown eyes

stayed with him.

Dizzy flinched and an audible gasp escaped him.

“Coy mother fucker…” He growled, under his breath, a playful tone coating the edges of his

words as a smirk tugged at the corners of his lips. It was true though. A few more thrusts into that

spasming tension and guttural moan of pleasure announced his climax, filling Steele up with as much

as he had. He swallowed hard and shivered, trying to clear his head of those foggy after feelings

plaguing his brain.

Steele unwrapped his legs from around Dizzy's waist and helped him sit down, because

even his legs felt like jelly. He sat against the locker and put his arm around Dizzy, resting his head

onto the other boy's shoulder.

"Do I pass, teacher?" he said with a smile.

He felt his face turn dark red, even after all of that, and he glanced away, clearing his throat

with a light cough.

"I can't believe you Steele..." He muttered, still smiling himself, before shaking his head and

looking around. "But....I, or we, better get out of here...Before we get caught and Abbey kills you

while Indrid kills me."

Post-sex romantic, Dizzy was not.