Chapter 36

Sir smirked to himself. Artur really had outdone himself this time, him and that boy of his, and their, he sniggered quietly to himself, and their "Art lesson". He knocked gently on the door of the Art studio. He'd heard all about the plans for this "INtimate Art Lesson," and would really rather like to see some proof. He knocked again, a little harder, and heard Art call out

"I said come in!"

Sir pushed the door open and stepped in.

"Oh, Ah, Sir..." Art untangled himself from Seiji, "Yeah, Sei, you can finish that painting now," he murmered, going bright red. "Sir, uh, good to see you?" he ventured.

"Afternoon Artur." Sir grinned, "I was wondering how your morning went."

"Ooh Ooh" Art squealed, grabbing Sir by the wrist and yanking him into his office [again with the metaphors] "Come gossip!"

"God," Ally muttered, a scowl darkening his pretty face, "Does he have to be so camp?"

Seiji started to laugh as he grabbed the easel, "Art normally is camp, he's just straight-er around you lot."

"And anyway," Ash grinned, "Is there anything wrong with being camp?"

"Not with you sweetheart," Marcus smiled and slipped an arm around Ash's waist, "It's alright for you to be camp, you're gorgeous."

Fergie felt a need to scowl, and he didn't even know why, he didn't even like this marcus person, and he found himself getting jealous of Ash getting so much attention from him.

Marcus glanced up and saw a frown flicker across Fergie's face, and smiled to himself, so there was hope after all, he just had to make the guy jealous. He reached out a hand, slipping it around the back of Ash's neck. Pulling him closer and kissing him, he slipped his toungue into the suprised Ash's mouth.

Seiji rolled his eyes. Stupid new twat, thinking he's God's gift to....women? No, only God's gift to bloody everyone. He wandered back into Art's office with the easel, to find Art and Sir huddled conspiratorially in a corner, gossiping.

"And not just the whole Eagle and Matt thing!" Art smiled almost evilly, "But Ally and Mikey, shirtless, and actually doing what they'd been told to."

"No!"

"mmhmmm" Art smirked smugly, "And they looked as if they were enjoying it."

"I don't think we'll turn them though." Art sighed, "They're just too straight."

"Umm," Seiji said softly from the doorway, "Can I finish this painting?"

"Mmm?" Sir looked up, "Oh yes Seiji, yes, yes you may." he turned to Art, "Well, I suppose you ought to get back to teaching them realy."

Seiji lifted the canvas board with his just-started painting on it onto the easel.

"Well well well," Sir sniggered, "It's obvious you're screwing the teacher."

Seiji laughed as he picked up his paintbrush, "Don't you think it's a good likeness though?"

Sir sniggered again, "If I'd seen that much of Art, I'd probably think that, yes."

Art just stood in the corner going redder and redder.

At the end of the lesson, Art was sat on his desk, staring at his class. They were an alright bunch, really. Most of them sat there, working dilligently, ok Matt was sat on Eagle's lap, but they were both working. "Right guys," Art grinned, "End of the day. Pack up nice and quickly, cause you've got a nice long break now. There's no prep from today, other than to think a little bit more about your painting. Okies?"

Everyone nodded in general agreement, and started to do as they were told.

"Matty?" Eagle whispered, holding Matt's hand in his,

"Yep?"

"Nothing," Eagle grinned at Matt, buring his face in Matt's shoulder, "I just like you, that's'all."

Matt grinned back, kissing the older boy softly, "I like you too."

Art waited until all the rest of the class had gone to open the door to his study. He saw Seiji, plugged into his mp3, shirtless, paint splatterings covering his naked torso, happily painting away. Slowley, so as not to startle the boy and spoil the painting, he stepped forward and slipped his arms around Seiji's waist.

Seiji pulled the earphones out of his ears, "Don't do that baby, you'll get covered in paint?"

"Baby?" Art laughed, "And I don't care."

Seiji spun around to face Art, putting his paintbrush down, "Oh, well if you don't mind," he whispered, slipping his hands underneath Art's shirt, "I can think of a lot more things we can do that would get you covered in paint."

Art reached across and switched Seiji's mp3 off. He streched out a long leg and kicked the office door shut, "Alright," he grinned, starting to undo his tie, "You're on."

Matt and Eagle went down to supper seperately, so as not to cause to many raised eyebrows, although the rest of Matt's year knew what the two of them had just been doing.

"Hey Matthew!" Ariadne smiled as he entered the dining hall, "Want to come sit with us?"

"Uh, no thanks," Matt sat down beside Eagle, kissing him full on the lips, "Hey gorgeous."

"Hello Sexy," Eagle grinned, kissing him back.

"Uh, Matthew?" All at once, Ariadne sounded very scared.

Matt swung around in his chair, leaning his arms on the back of it, "Yeah?"

"Is there a little thing between you and birdie?"

Matt laughed, "For starters, his name is Eagle, not birdie, and no, there's no little thing." He reached out a hand and stroked Eagle's cheek, "There's a big thing."

Eagle shook his head, grinning, "That's so soppy and romantic, but you are so cute."

"But," Ariadne stuttered, "I thought you were mine. I thought you were straight."

"Well," Matt grinned, "I was, but then I realised that apparantly you're the best looking in your year, and I look at your face and I think: 'that's the best there is?'" He laughed, "Dammit Ariadne, you're so ugly, you turned me gay."

"Oi," Eagle reached out a hand, gently grabbing Matt's chin and turning his face towards him, "Don't be so harsh," he chided.

"And birdie?" Aridane began

"Eagle," both Matt and Eagle corrected her, Eagle swinging around in his chair to face her, mirroring Matt's pose.

"Whatever, Eagle, What about your precious Matty that you always rant and rave about."

Eagle laughed, "And I thought I was meant to be the stupid one. Hadn't you made the connection?" he glanced at Matt, and couldn't help but smile, "He is my Matty. Always has been."

"Always will be," Matt added softly to himself.

Ariadne's jaw dropped. She froze, face aghast.

"Ariadne dear," Matt laughed, "It simply isn't ladylike to catch flies that way."

Face starting to burn bright red, Ariadne clamped her jaw shut. She turned to Eagle, snapping, "Are you trying to suggest that my Matthew, is your Matty?"

"He's not your Matthew." Eagle grinned,

"And Matthew's a crap name," Matt added, "Hence why I'm called Matt."

"But, but," Ariadne spluttered, "You can't go out with him."

"Why not?" Asked Eagle,

"Because," Ariande frowned, thinking, "Because he's cute, and you're, you're gay."

Eagle's eyebrows shot up, "Are you trying to suggest that gay blokes should opnly date ugly guys?"

"Well, yes."

Eagle laughed and turned to the rest of the lower sixth, "What do you guys think of that one?"

"Utter bull," Fergie grinned,

"That's so unfair!" Ash squealed, "I mean then we wouldn't get Marcus, would we?"

"Actually," Marcus muttered softly, "I've already slept with her."

Seiji frowned slightly, "Manwhore," he whispered, making Marcus laugh.

Eagle turned towards the teacher's table, "What do you think of that Art?"

"What?" Art, who hadn't been listening, looked up,

"Ariadne thinks gay blokes should only screw ugly blokes."

"Excuse me!" Art stood up laughing, and wandered over.

"Although," Eagle added grinning, "In your case this is possible true. You are screwing Seiji after all." He ducked in case of flying blades from Seiji.

"Now," Art frowned at Ariadne, "What's all this about?"

"He, he," Ariadne pointed at Eagle, "He stole my toyboy."

"He, he," Art cruelly mimicked her, but pointing at Matt, "He stole my toyboy." he laughed.

Ariadne scowled, "You're sick."

Art just laughed at her, "So are you." He turned to Matt and Eagle and tapped the plates the kitched staff had just put in their places in front of them. "Eat up, otherwise it'll get cold."

Both boys swung around to face the right way.

"But, she's staring at me funny," Eagle complained.

Art laughed and bent down to kiss the top of Eagle's head.

"Don't touch him." Matt and Seiji snapped togther.

Art straightened up, laughing, "Two of you against me now ey?" he grinned.

Eagle laughed, "Do something about her staring."

Art grinned at him, "Take your shirt off."

"How will that help matters?"

Art shrugged, "Don't know, but it would make my life more interesting," he laughed as he walked back to his place, "and I don't see Matt complaining."

For a few minutes normal chatter filled the dining hall, until there was a gentle swish and a juddering thunk as a knife embedded itself into the wooden table infront of Art's plate.

Art looked at the knife, and grinned as he recognised it (not that anyone else in this place would throw a knife, but...). It had a note tied to the handle. He pulled the knife out of the table, untying the message and kissing the handle of the knife as he did so.

Art read the first line and laughed,

Stop acting like such a tosser

it read. But the mood swiftly changed,

Your room, after we're done eating.
Forget the toyboy,
I want sex.

Art felt a shiver run down his spine, his heart quickening as he grew excited. Finally he made eye contact with Seiji. He took a pen out of his top pocket and wrote a reply on the bottom of the note. He slipped a knife out of his own sleeve, and, after tying the note to the handle, and gently kissing it, sent it flying through the air to land infront of Seiji.

Seiji read the two words written in reply, Yes Master. He looked across at Art, "I am so your Master," he mouthed.

Art grinned, and jokingly bowed in submission to Seiji.

"May I ask?" Sir began as the kitchen staff started to serve pudding to everyone, "Why didn't you send the note back to Seiji on the knife he threw to you in the first place?"

"Can I show him?" Art asked Seiji

Seiji shrugged in reply, "Sure."

Art handed Seiji's knife to Sir, and then slepped one out of his other sleeve, "Note the difference?" he asked.

"Yes," Sir hmmmed, "Yours is considerabley heavier, is it not?"

"Yep," Art grinned, taking the blades back, "Seiji's are lighter, and therefore faster, but a lot harder to throw and to use accurately. I'm not as good as Sei, so I tend to use heavier blades, otherwise I might have accidentally decapitated someone." He looked across to where Seiji had finished his dessert. "Shall we go?"

Seiji grinned evilly, "No, we go when I say."

"Bastard," Art mouthed, scowling at him.

Seiji sat there for a few minutes, not actually doing anything, but deliberately making Art wait. He did actually badly want a fuck himself, but he ought to make Art sweat a little longer. After a while he stood up, "Let's go," he said to Art, and walked out.

Art stood up, "The bastard, I hate doing what he says."

"Why do you do it then?" Sir asked,

"Wouldn't you?"

"Well," Sir pondered as Art followed Seiji out, "He is rather sexy."

Art didn't reappear until it was time to turn the lights off in the dorms. He just reached a hand around the door and flicked off the light in Ally and Mikey's dorm. To be honest he just wanted to get back to Seiji as soon as possible. He stuck his head around the door of the other dorm, just to check Eagle was ok. Eagle and Matt were both sat, cross legged and facing each other on Matt's bed, the bottom bunk. Art sighed almost jealously, they were sat there chatting. There was obviously going to be a lot more in this relationship than sex. Marcus wasn't around, but he couldn't really care less about that boy. "Is it ok if I turn the lights out?"

Everyone nodded, and the room was plunged into darkness. They all started to stumble about, finding their night clothes.

Eagle stood up, slipping off his t-shirt, and letting his trousers slide over his hips. Standing there in his boxers, he slipped an arm around Matt's waist, pulling him closer, "Night Matt." he muttered, kissing him on the lips, before he climbed up the ladder into bed, wishing oh so much that Matt would join him.

Matt grinned to himself, he was about to do something that he really shouldn't do, but he couldn't care less. He pulled his t-shirt off, also letting trousers fall loosely to the the floor. Takking a deep breath, he put one hand on the ladder, and swiftly climbed up into Eagle's bed.

"Jesus Matt, we shouldn't."

"Hmm, I know," Matt giggled as he slipped underneath the cover's, "But we've done it before right? And there's no problem, of course."

Eagle grinned, he just couldn't beleive Matt loved him. He wrapped his arms around the younger boy, "Do you remember, before we moved into this dorm, and those few days we had to share, like this."

"Yes..." Matt muttered, knowing what was coming,

"Well, uh," Eagle grinned, "One night, I don't know if you remember, well, you wouldn't cause you were asleep, but yeah, you were asleep, and you kissed me."

Even in the pitch black of the room, Eagle could see Matt going bright red, "I wasn't asleep."

Eagle leaned closer, and kissed the younger boy, "Love you Matty,"

"Love you too."

Art got back to his room, to find Seiji, curled, half asleep, still naked in the bed. Art grinned and slipped his trousers off, he hand't been wearing anything esle. He climbed back into the warmth of his bed, wrapping his arms around Seiji's slender figure. "Mmm, Come here baby." He muttered.

Seiji smiled sleepily, "Baby?" he asked, cuddling into Art. "Art..." he began,

"Yeah?"

"Can you do me a favour?"

Art laughed, "I could do you.....and I could do you a favour. What d'ya want, blow job?"

"No!" Seiji grinned, "I...I want you to..."

"You want me to...hand job?" Art ventured

"No! No sex!" Seiji grinned up at him, "I want you to hold me, like this, all night." He snuggled closer to his boyfriend.

Art smiled to himself as he felt Seiji relaxing properly for the first time that day, "Love you too Sei."

Marcus shut the book of music that lay open on the piano. He hadn't been able to concentrate on his practise this evening. He was only able to think about Fergie. What he really needed of course, was a good fuck, but all the girls here were so young, so inexperienced. His mind flickered over all the other people around, there was of course that drama teacher, he smirked quietly to himself, she was rather hot. He heard footsteps behind him, and turned to see her standing the the commonroom doorway, Well well well he thought to himself, speak of the devil, and he shalt appear. He turned to face the young woman. "Hello," he smiled, "Who are you?"

"Shouldn't you be in bed?"

"Oh," Marcus let his long dark eyelashes fall against his cheeks, he thought he better play the sweet and innocent at first, even if he was sure she'd much prefer him wicked, "Am I late for bedtime? I didn't know? I'm new here." he stood up and walked over to her, holding out his hand, "I'm Marcus."

"I'm Andi." She said, tentativly shaking his hand.

"Nice to meet you, Andi," he smiled, now he could let a little bit of the wicked show through, "Very nice to meet you," he added, letting his eyes flicker up and down her. "And you are?"

"I teach drama here."

"Teach?" Marcus looked suprised, "You don't look nearly old enough for that. Student teacher yeah?"

"No," Andi shook her head, "Teacher."

Marcus grinned, sliding an arm around her waist, "I still think you're lying. You look so young" He lied.

Andi tried to pull away, shocked, but flattered all the same, as any woman would be, but was caught by his strong arms, "I'm a teacher Marcus, you're a student, and you should be in bed."

Marcus grinned, "Art's a teacher, Seiji's a student. And if you want me in bed, then you just have to show me where your room is."

"We can't," Andi again tried, and failed to pull away, she was secretly rather delighted by the idea.

"Come on," Marcus grinned, "You're an adult, you live at a boarding school, in the middle of nowhere. When was the last time you had a decent fuck?"

"I saw my boyfriend last week!" Andi squealed indignatly.

Marcus laughed, "And I'll repeat, when was the last time you had a decent fuck."

Andi had the decency to blush slightly, "Last summer."

Marcus grinned and took her by the hand, "About as long as I've been then." he said out loud, thinking True, I haven't seen Lucy since the summer. He started to lead her up the stairs, "So show me where your room is."

Andi sighed, and lead the way.

As they entered her room, Marcus grinned and shut the door, "Now," he smiled, "I am a gentleman, so we shall start with a kiss." he pulled her closer, letting his lips melt into hers, and he felt her slender body melting into his. As he pulled away from her, slipping his hand up the back of her shirt to undo her bra he smirked quietly to himself, he really was bloody fantastic.