Guy Solo and the Pureblood Pupil
As the students began filing out of the classroom, Professor Solo raised his voice and said, “Mr. Kuryakin, I’d prefer you’d stay here for a moment.”
He watched the tall, gangly youth turn to give him a cold stare, his blue eyes framed with his thick-framed black glasses. Solo smirked and waved Mr. Kuryakin over to him. He watched the student’s shoulders slump, and despite his long legs, Kuryakin took short steps to extend their time apart. Solo simply stared at him, waiting.
“Yes, sir?” Kuryakin asked, giving Solo a cold, hard stare.
“I wanted to discuss your latest paper with you,” Professor Solo replied. “You’re not supposed to get your papers back until tomorrow, but yours…” he glanced at the students still filing out of his class, chatting amiably. No one would be waiting for Nikolai Kuryakin. “Yours I feel we need to discuss immediately.”
Kuryakin scowled and turned away from Solo. He also glanced at the students.
“You’re done for the day, am I correct, Mr. Kuryakin? Perhaps we should discuss this in my office,” Solo said.
“Fine,” Kuryakin replied.
Solo found himself smiling as he hesitated, relishing in the obvious discomfort he created for the student. While Kuryakin wasn’t Solo’s favourite student, he was one of Solo’s favourite students to look at. He tried not to notice that he found the student’s stiff manner and cold stare appealing (if only because he desired to unwind him), and he liked the idea that he made Kuryakin uncomfortable. Kuryakin shifted his weight from one foot to the other, and then Professor Guy Solo stepped away from his desk and opened a door on the wall behind it. He motioned for Kuryakin to walk in first, and Kuryakin obeyed without noticing his Professor’s eyes drop to his ass as he walked past him.
Lingering in the doorway, Solo watched the way the student’s steel blue eyes drifted around his office with a slight sparkle of curiosity. Solo stuffed his office with Muggle gadgets, partly to baffle his colleagues and partly to keep himself occupied in his usually student-free office. Guy closed the door as he stepped in, and he sat down in a large leather chair. He folded one leg over the other, and Kuryakin looked at Guy Solo the same way he observed his muggle gadgetry.
“Please, take a seat, Mr. Kuryakin.”
Kuryakin stared at the only piece of furniture left – a futon – and at the newspapers and magazines cluttering it. Solo offered no instructions, so Nikolai stacked the papers together, glancing at the covers as he did so, and set them on the floor. He then sat on the futon, put his books beside him, and he pushed up his glasses.
Guy waited, and Nikolai waited as well.
“With all due respect sir,” Kuryakin said. “What is this about?”
“May I be frank with you, Mr. Kuryakin?”
Nikolai shrugged. “Certainly, sir.”
“Your paper is shit.” Solo watched the way Kuryakin balled his hand into a fist and bit his bottom lip. Professor Solo continued, “And I know this is your final year. You’re already eighteen – you’re an adult, Mr. Kuryakin – but I know you need this credit to graduate, and you haven’t done anything for my class that has warranted a pass. Do you really want to be here for another year?”
Kuryakin didn’t respond. Guy rubbed the bridge of his nose. He remembered talking to the staff about Mr. Kuryakin. There was agreement across the board that the boy was a bit thick, but he tried hard. Guy just wanted to know why the student didn’t try for him.
Guy folded his hands in his lap and leaned forward. “Mr. Kuryakin, may I ask why you’re taking Muggle Studies?”
“My parents highly suggested it.” Nikolai adjusted his green and sliver tie and then added, “They thought it may help me overcome my prejudices.”
Solo stared at Kuryakin, but Kuryakin simply stared at him back. Guy wondered why he’d have to get such a difficult student in his first year of teaching. It was bad enough he was attracted to this pupil, he didn’t need the student giving him trouble as well. Solo continued, “Well, to be in this class, you would have had to pass Muggle Studies before.”
“And how did you do that?”
“I did the work, sir.”
“And are you not doing the work now?” Solo asked. “Or did your previous Professor just have low expectations?” Kuryakin scowled, and Solo added, “Perhaps he had an interest in Quidditch and enjoyed how a certain Beater played.”
“Perhaps I do not like being taught by an incompetent mudblood, sir,” Nikolai replied, straightening his shoulders as if it was a completely reasonable comment. “Perhaps I find this particular Professor’s pedestrian teaching style impossible to comprehend, sir.”
Guy smirked. “You find my teaching style pedestrian, do you?”
Solo stood up. “And that makes it difficult to understand?”
“There are other factors,” Kuryakin replied.
“Like the purity of my blood, is that it?” Solo asked, looming over the youth.
Kuryakin took off his glasses and began to clean them on his sweater vest. Guy felt frustration knotting inside of him. If Kuryakin stood up, the student would tower over him. It would be hard to intimidate him. “Yes, that is one of them,” Kuryakin replied.
Solo replied, “I’ll have you know I worked for the Prime Minister, Mr. Kuryakin. The Minister of Magic himself trusted me to relay information to him about the Muggle world.”
Kuryakin smirked and put his glasses back on.
“What is it, Mr. Kuryakin?”
“With all due respect sir, I am not sure how that is supposed to impress me.”
Kuryakin continued, “The Muggle world is hardly important, so why would that make your job any more important? Besides, you are not working there now. And now you’re merely teaching about the world you came from, which bears no relevance to the life I have ahead of me.”
“Are you planning to be a Quidditch superstar, Mr. Kuryakin?”
Nikolai shrugged. “I just do not intend to deal with Muggles.”
“Then why take Muggle Studies at all?”
“It keeps my parents quiet,” Kuryakin replied, “and it is usually an easy credit.”
Guy stepped backwards to drop into his chair. He tried to reform his thoughts about how to deal with the prissy bitch. Nikolai began to curiously look around the room again. Guy absently watched him, and he found his brown eyes running along the hard features of Nikolai’s face. He could see why some of his female students considered him handsome, but he thought anything appealing about him died as soon as he spoke. (Though, sometimes it would send a surge of excitement through him – perhaps he could fuck Kuryakin until he changed his views.)
“Do you get made fun of a lot, Mr. Kuryakin?”
“Is that relevant, Professor?”
Solo laughed. “No, no it’s not. I was just thinking about how you’re the only Slytherin in any of my Muggle Studies classes.”
In fact, Solo knew Kuryakin was mocked a lot. Solo assumed the students liked setting off his temper. He saw the last broken nose Kuryakin caused, and he heard about Kuryakin trying to dump his cauldron onto another student after being called queer. He had little intention of setting Kuryakin’s temper off to that extent though. He was particularly fond of his nose.
“Well, Mr. Kuryakin, I’ll be honest, since you’ve been so honest with me. I would love to see you fail this class. You have no idea how much it would set you back in your life.” Kuryakin looked at him again with a frown. Solo continued, “I don’t respect your opinion of me. I find you brutish, ignorant, and boorish. Based on your papers I would peg you for a philistine, though someone like you would probably be proud of it.”
Nikolai’s back straightened as if he was ready to receive a bullet.
“But I believe it would reflect poorly on me if I failed someone like you in my first year of teaching,” Professor Solo said. “I enjoy teaching, and I would hate to lose the opportunity to do so because of one difficult student.”
“What do you mean someone like me?” Nikolai asked.
Guy looked at Nikolai, and he found the student to appear almost vulnerable. His eyes were wide with concern, and he leaned forward waiting for the response. Guy raised a brow, but responded, “I mean someone with a well-respected and well-connected family. Even if I did fail you, I highly doubt you would end up being here for another year.” He paused, but added, “What did you think I meant?”
“Nothing,” Nikolai replied.
“Did you think I was going to refer to your Quidditch achievements?”
“No,” Kuryakin said.
And just like that, the student stiffened again, folding his arms across his chest. It sparked a curiosity in Guy, one that overcame the frustration Kuryakin caused him. He found himself wanting to claw past the student’s hard shell. “How do you treat other Muggle-borns?” Solo asked. “Certainly you’ve encountered them before.”
“Disinterest,” Kuryakin replied.
“You don’t bully them?”
“Why would I waste my time? I have better things to do, sir.”
“Like avoiding my papers.”
Kuryakin smirked. “Like that.”
Solo found himself smiling in return despite himself. He smoothed out his salt and pepper hair before asking, “What exactly is your problem with me, Mr. Kuryakin? Because I don’t get the impression that this is mere apathy. It’s as if you’re going out of your way to not try in my class. Do I care too much about what I teach? Are my assignments really too difficult for you?”
Nikolai frowned and stared at his hands in his lap. He made no motion to reply, and Guy exhaled. He watched Nikolai for a moment, but decided to surrender for the day.
“Perhaps we should just discuss your make-up assignment, Mr. Kuryakin,” Solo said. “Will you actually do it, this time? Because I do not want to waste my time if you’re not even going to try.”
Guy was surprised at the soft voice that came from Nikolai’s mouth, “I will try, sir.”
Guy smiled. “Well, why don’t we pick something you’re interested in? Choose something from my office – anything. I’ll let you goof around with it in here, I’ll tell you a little about it, and then you can write a paper on its function in the Muggle world, what we have to replace it in the wizarding world, and whether or not you think we would benefit from such a gadget. And while I believe I already know the answer to the last one, I still expect an argument one way or the other. Try to convince me to agree with you, Mr. Kuryakin.”
Kuryakin made no motion to move.
Guy continued, “Is that all right, Mr. Kuryakin? Or would you prefer a different assignment?”
“No,” Nikolai replied, standing up. “No, sir. This assignment is fine.”
“Well then get choosing, Mr. Kuryakin. I don’t have all day just to sit around and wait for you.”
Kuryakin turned his back on Solo, and Guy thought he looked hurt for a moment. He watched his student observe his belongings, gently touching some of them with his long fingers as if they would break. Guy was surprised at how quickly Nikolai’s entire presence changed. A gentle curiosity took over the youth, and if he hadn’t known Kuryakin any other way, he’d find it hard to believe that he could smash another student’s face in without any magical assistance.
“You’re welcome to ask any questions,” Guy said. “It may help you choose.”
Nikolai kept his back to his Professor, and Guy found his eyes drifting too low on his student, lingering on his ass. He glanced at it before when Nikolai walked into the room, but he hadn’t admitted it to himself until that moment.
“I have one question, sir,” Kuryakin said. “But it doesn’t necessarily relate to the assignment.”
“Ask away,” Guy said, hoping to start solving the puzzle of Mr. Kuryakin.
“Why do you have a skin magazine in your office?”
Guy cleared his throat. “What?”
“In with your newspapers, I caught the corner of a magazine,”
“Oh,” Guy said. “It’s a mistake, obviously.” Nikolai turned his head to show Guy his raised brow. Guy laughed and added, “Well, it’s a mistake because it’s meant to be in my quarters, not in my office.”
Nikolai smiled. He turned his back to Guy again as he said, “There were two men on it.”
Guy almost spat, “Do you hate them too, Mr. Kuryakin? Just like the muggles and the muggle-borns – you don’t care to acknowledge its existence?”
Nikolai stiffened, and Guy realized how quickly he changed the tone between them. He wondered why he’d gotten so defensive about his gay porn magazine. It wasn’t like he didn’t own porn magazines for straight men. He liked women just fine too.
“Are you queer, Professor?”
Guy sighed. “I don’t think there’s a term for someone like me. Are you going to report me? Obviously this could ruin me. I don’t know what I was doing with that in my office.” Though Guy knew exactly what he was doing with that in his office. He hated dealing with the older students, especially when some of them would brush up against him or tease him or flirt with him. He had to keep it down somehow. It was preventive measures.
“No,” Nikolai replied.
“You’ll keep quiet in exchange for me letting you pass with no work?”
“Tempting, but no, sir,” Kuryakin replied.
Guy stood up, frustrated with the way Kuryakin played with him. “Just explain it to me,” Solo said, “because I’m getting tired of trying to figure you out, Mr. Kuryakin.”
Kuryakin turned around and gave Guy a hard stare. “You asked me what my problem is with you, Professor Solo?”
Guy held strong. “Yes, yes, I did. Enlighten me, Mr. Kuryakin.”
“I found myself,” he paused as he searched for the words, “infatuated with you.”
Guy blinked. He could feel the blood draining from his face. “What?”
“It didn’t make sense. You’re a – you’re muggle-born and my Professor and old-“
“Not that old,” Guy said, frowning.
“Old enough,” Nikolai said. “But you strutted around in your class with such confidence, as if this class actually meant something. I thought, well I thought perhaps you did like men, just from the way you talked about some famous Muggles, and I respected you all the more for it.”
“My class means something to me,” Solo said, firmly. “Imagine their technology with our magic, Mr. Kuryakin-“
“I do not want to talk about them, Professor Solo. I want to talk about me.”
Solo backed away slightly, his eyes wide. “Go ahead, Mr. Kuryakin.”
He watched as Nikolai tried to gather his thoughts, but he could see him struggle. He was flattered, of course, but he knew nothing could come of it. He couldn’t risk his job for one confused and probably delightfully horny student. He watched Nikolai stare at him. Nikolai’s cheeks burned as he said, “I am a little flustered, sir.”
“Shall I ask questions, then?”
“Well, why wouldn’t you try to impress me, if you liked me so much? Why slack and do no work at all?”
“Distancing myself,” Kuryakin replied.
“Why me and not one of your peers?”
Kuryakin’s blush deepened. “There have been peers, but there is something appealing about an older authority figure.”
Solo rolled his eyes, and he took a step back when Kuryakin took a step forward. Nikolai’s cold eyes stared at him, and even his thick glasses couldn’t cover the clear intensity brewing in them. The colour drifted off Nikolai’s cheeks again. Guy told himself not to make a mistake as he felt a heat surge through him. “So why are you telling me this, Mr. Kuryakin?” Guy asked. “Are you looking for advice?”
Kuryakin stepped closer, and Guy raised his head to keep looking Nikolai in the eye. “I am looking for advice, Professor.”
“What can I help you with?”
Guy tensed as Nikolai brushed his leg against Guy’s groin. “You could help me with a lot of things, Professor,” Kuryakin replied.
Guy swallowed. “Mr. Kuryakin, I’ve noticed you’re an attractive young man, but I’m your Professor, and I could lose my job. I already mentioned how much I liked this job, right?”
Nikolai draped his arms across Guy’s shoulders, his thin lips smiling. Guy tried to look unimpressed, but Nikolai kept his leg pressed against his crotch, and he felt himself hardening. “I will not tell anyone. Just like I will not tell anyone about your skin magazine.”
“But what if someone walks in?” Guy asked.
Nikolai pulled one hand away from Guy as he retrieved his wand from his robe. He murmured “Colloportus” into Guy’s ear as he flicked his wand at the door. Guy felt Nikolai’s teeth nip at his earlobe.
Guy tried to push Nikolai off of him, but he felt Nikolai grasp the back of his head, tilting it upwards. Guy said, “That won’t stop anyone from coming in if they want to get in.”
“Perhaps they will respect your privacy, sir,” Kuryakin said, staring hard at Guy.
“I doubt it,” Guy replied, smiling weakly. “Besides, they could still hear us.”
Kuryakin rolled his eyes and flicked his wand again as he said, “Muffliato.”
“What’s that spell?” Guy asked.
Kuryakin raised a brow. “Something from one of my peer’s textbooks,” he said. “He showed me a good use for it.”
“How kind of you to share it,” Guy replied, frowning.
Kuryakin pulled Solo back against him. He brushed his lips against Guy’s and murmured, “Do you still protest, Professor?”
“Yes,” Guy said, feeling his legs weaken.
“What a pity,” Kuryakin replied, still holding Guy tightly. “I would have liked to have you at least once.”
“Perhaps under different circumstances we would be able to do this, Mr. Kuryakin,” Guy said, “but I’m afraid my job is more important to me than getting laid.”
Kuryakin released Solo and gently pushed him away from him. “Somehow I find that hard to believe, Professor Solo.” His eyes darted towards the stack of newspapers.
Guy felt a sudden chill without Nikolai pressed against him, and his erection throbbed in his robes. He rubbed the bridge of his nose before looking at Nikolai again. He imagined peeling off the student’s sweater vest and kissing the pale skin on his neck. Most of all he wanted to screw him until he heard him groan his name.
“Your narrow minded views disgust me, Mr. Kuryakin.”
“Your very existence disgusts me,” Kuryakin replied, a smile twitching onto the corner of his lips. “And yet I still find you impossibly charismatic.”
“You’re still young,” Guy said, absently. “You could still learn.”
“How not to be an asshole, for one,” Guy said, frowning.
Nikolai flinched. Guy sat down on the futon and picked up his skin magazine. He watched men grind up against each other, their eyes watching him. Guy pulled the coffee table forward and took his wand from his robes. He murmured, “Incendio,” as he pressed his wand against the magazine. He set the burning magazine into the ashtray as the papers curled into ash.
He wondered if Nikolai struggled before as he did now. Neither of them liked the other’s beliefs, and they couldn’t act on their feelings due to their positions in the school. He glanced up at Nikolai who seemed closer than before. He didn’t remember seeing the student approach him in his peripheral vision.
“Perhaps you could teach me,” Nikolai murmured.
Guy scoffed. “To like muggles?”
He responded with a harsh laugh and said, “Have you been paying attention to my class at all, Mr. Kuryakin?”
“I have spent every class fantasizing about fucking you on your desk while the class watches.”
Solo felt his mouth dry out. “Certainly you’re more creative than that.”
“I am not.” Nikolai moved next to Guy on the futon, and Guy felt the heat lingering in his cheeks. Kuryakin continued, “You start off lecturing about some stupid muggle belief, and when I get tired of listening, I get up and get behind you.” He leaned closer to Guy, not quite touching him, but Guy could feel his breath against his ear as he continued. “I finger you slowly, and while you keep trying to lecture, I feel you press back against me. I know you want it just as bad as I do.
“So it is not long before I press myself into your ass. Your voice cracks, but you keep lecturing as I pump into you harder. You grip the edges of your desk and recite your lecture through gritted teeth.” (Guy wiped his sweaty palms on his robes, feeling himself pulsing.) “And I keep going – good and hard. You try to keep up your lecture, but it is broken up by your moans. I watch the way your knuckles turn white as you grip your desk, and I feel my hips grind up against your ass as I hit deep inside of you.
“And then I reach around to touch your cock,” Nikolai said, brushing his hand against Guy’s erection. “You cannot stop moaning as I jerk you off and slam into you. You say my name instead of your lecture.” (Guy pulled Nikolai’s hand away when he tried to squeeze his testicles. He didn’t stop Nikolai’s lips from brushing against his ear.) “And you do not stop moaning until you come across your desk and across your lecture notes, which makes me finish inside of you.”
Guy swallowed, “And it’s the same, every day?”
Nikolai shrugged, “Sometimes I put my cock in your mouth to shut you up.”
Guy closed his eyes and shook his head, but imagined Nikolai jerking off to his fantasy. He stood up, planning to leave to use the restroom and jerk off to the fantasy himself. But Nikolai said, “I would not want any special treatment, Professor Solo. In fact, I would expect you to be harder on me because, perhaps, you would think I could do better, sir.”
He thought about Nikolai’s thin lips around his cock. He throbbed again as frustration knotted within him. “Accio lubricant,” Guy said, holding out his hand. A packet of lube hopped into his palm. He pointed at Nikolai and said, “Mr. Kuryakin, there’s one pretty major thing wrong about your fantasy.”
Kuryakin raised a brow in response, leaning forward to listen.
Guy grabbed Kuryakin’s tie, pulling his student upwards to look at him, and said, “I’m going to be the one fucking you.”
Kuryakin’s mouth opened in protest, but Solo pulled him up to kiss his mouth closed. He slid his tongue into Kuryakin’s mouth, feeling Kuryakin’s tongue flick against his own. Nikolai’s fingers twisted into his hair and tried to pull Guy back down onto the futon. Guy complied, pulling away from his student to pull off his sweater vest. Nikolai pulled at Guy’s robes to remove them, and eventually he managed to get the robes over his head between kisses Guy planted on his neck.
Guy unbuttoned Kuryakin’s dress shirt as Nikolai pulled off his tie. He kissed the pale flesh he found and licked one of Nikolai’s nipples, watching the way his student’s body squirmed beneath him. He felt Nikolai unbuttoning his pants and began to do the same, kissing his pelvis as his pulled his student’s trousers down. He found Nikolai’s erection strangled beneath tight boxer briefs, and nuzzled them as Nikolai accio’d Guy’s pants off of him.
While pulling off Nikolai’s socks, Guy kissed his testicles through his boxer-briefs. Nikolai tossed aside his unbuttoned dress shirt and twined his fingers back into Guy’s hair. Solo began kissing up Nikolai’s stomach as he pulled down Kuryakin’s boxer-briefs. He felt Nikolai’s erection prod his stomach as he teased his nipple with his tongue, gripping his hips with both hands. Nikolai slid Guy’s boxers off with his feet.
Kuryakin led Guy’s mouth back to his own, coiling his legs around Guy’s as he flicked his tongue against the back of Guy’s teeth. Guy distractedly kissed Nikolai back as he opened the packet of lube. He squirted it into his hand and rubbed a generous portion onto his erection. He kissed where Nikolai’s neck and jaw met as he gripped Nikolai’s ass. He felt his student squirm in his grip as he pressed a finger into his ass. Kuryakin grasped Guy’s back, biting his bottom lip as Guy started a gentle rhythm of pumping his finger in and out of Nikolai’s tight ass. Sliding another finger in, he felt Kuryakin tighten around his fingers. He kissed Nikolai again, feeling his student arch against him. He pumped his fingers faster inside of Nikolai as Nikolai’s tongue slid against his own.
Breaking the kiss, Guy asked, “Do you want me to fuck you, Mr. Kuryakin?”
“Yes, sir,” Nikolai responded.
“I believe there’s a word you’re missing in there,” Guy responded, moving his fingers faster.
Nikolai bit his bottom lip to keep from gasping. He said, “Yes please, Professor Solo.”
Guy simply smirked as he felt himself ache. He pulled his fingers out of Nikolai and pulled his student’s legs up against his chest. He watched Nikolai squeeze his eyes shut as he edged his cock into his ass. Nikolai gasped and grabbed the futon’s mattress. Guy began sliding deeper into him, feeling Kuryakin relax around him. He kissed Nikolai’s calf as he started pumping in and out of him faster, hitting deeper into his tight ass with every thrust. He groaned as Nikolai began bucking back against him.
He watched Nikolai squirm as he pulled more of him onto his erection. Kuryakin grabbed his arm and dug his nails in, watching Guy through his eyelashes. Solo slowed down and asked, “Does it hurt, Mr. Kuryakin?”
Nikolai shook his head.
“Are you sure?” Guy asked. “I can slow down.”
“No, sir,” Nikolai responded. “It is fine. Please do not stop, Professor.”
Guy pulled nearly out of Nikolai to slam into him again, groaning as he did so. He watched Kuryakin arch against him, but the youth merely panted. He thrusted faster and harder, desperate to hear his student moan over the noise of his own moans. Solo ran his hand along Kuryakin’s chest as he pressed deeper and deeper into him. He felt his hips brush up against Nikolai’s ass and groaned as Nikolai tightened around him. He thought he heard a soft groan come from Kuryakin as well.
Feeling himself weakening, Guy grasped the base of Nikolai’s cock to slowly jerk him off. He felt Nikolai’s nails dig deeper into him, finally hearing a clear moan escape Nikolai’s lips. He leaned forward to kiss Nikolai, and as their lips collided, he felt Nikolai finish across his stomach with a meek gasp. He grabbed the back of Nikolai’s head and kissed him deeper as he bucked into Nikolai a few more times, feeling himself begin to spill inside of him. He pulled out and gave himself a few rough tugs as he came onto the futon. He felt Nikolai nuzzle him.
“I am sorry, Professor,” Nikolai murmured.
Guy felt Nikolai’s lips smile sheepishly against his own. He watched Nikolai’s eyes through his fine blond eyelashes. “For being quiet, and for finishing too soon. I am used to being quiet.”
“And you’re not used to a sex god like me,” Guy said, smirking.
Nikolai rolled his eyes, but pecked Guy’s lips to pillow the insulting motion.
“Don’t worry about it,” Guy said. “It’s perfectly fine. You were perfectly fine.”
Nikolai smiled, but Guy pulled away from Nikolai and began to put on his pants. He said, “I still expect another paper from you, Mr. Kuryakin. This isn’t going to be an easy pass.”
Nikolai stayed nude, stretching out on the futon. He smiled absently as he said, “Of course, Professor Solo.”