Linguam Daemonis

As he voiced his question Gerard's eyes switched to the color of gold with hints of a dark amber in the iris that surrounded his black dilating pupils. Frank gasped at the color change equal parts intrigued and frightened as he continued to stare at his teacher in front of him. Not even noticing that Gerard had grabbed a hold of his hips he winced at the sudden sharp pain that flared up on his sides. Looking down he sees that Mr. Ways once perfectly manicured nails had grown over an inch long to form sharp pointed claws, each of which were digging into him through his clothes hard enough to draw the slightest amount of blood. His eyes grew wide realizing that the man in front of him was anything but a man. Mr. Way lowered his face next to his exhaling his cool breath against his cheek.

"Let me show you."

Picking Frank up he carries him across the room and to the door that leads to his office, locking it behind them once they are inside. Laying him atop the mess that was his desk, he bunches up the fabric of Franks shirt and tears it off leaving the grey fabric in tatters. Taking his hands down to the fly of Franks jeans he begins to unzip them but is momentarily derailed from the task when Frank starts to lash out trying to make his way out from under his presence. Quickly climbing atop the desk he grabs Franks arms in one hand and pins them above his head, while he straddles his waist. Reaching out the other hand he grasp the young mans face and pulls it to face his own. Frank turning red from the struggle glares at him while Mr. Way gives him his famous smirk. Pinching his face between his fingers, leaving Franks lips in a pink pucker with a gap between his lips he presses his mouth to his and releases the breath he had taken. Pulling away he lets the calming gold vapour trail between their mouths as he looks into the swirling confusion of Franks eyes, soon that confusion turning into one of unbridled desire as the teenager crashes their mouths together, eager for much needed contact. Gerard smiles into the harsh kiss as the boys hidden desperation is revealed. Going at a painstakingly slow pace he keeps his hold of Franks wrist tight. Undoing his red tie with his right hand he removes it from around his neck and expertly ties it around the boys wrist binding his hands together. Climbing off the desk he looks down at the breathless teenager lying across his desk. He takes off his shirt and the wife beater underneath leaving him in only his black slacks with a forming tent in the front.

Frank bites his lip as he looks up at Mr. Way, he had no idea how his mood changed from get-me-the-fuck-outta-here to lets-get-it-the-fuck-on, because he was pretty sure that before the kiss he was doing all he could to get away from those claws that were a bit too close to his dick for his liking. Somewhere underneath his urge to impale his ass on Mr. Ways dick he still is panicking from the sharp claws, amber eyes, and- were those fangs?! The want was burning through him though and diminishing any seedling of anxiety in him, it also aided him in the lifting of his hips as Mr. Way removed his jeans for him.

Gerard released a short chuckle as he looked at Frank who excitedly was participating in the removal of his remaining clothes. When the only thing left on his body was the tie around his wrist, Gerard pulls on Franks calves bringing his ass to the edge of the desk, scattering some sheets of paper to the floor. He runs his hands up the bent legs massaging the inside of Franks quivering thighs, kneading at the soft and supple flesh, watching as Frank's dick grows even harder from the lack of wanted attention. He moves his hands further up and rubs his pointed hip bones with his thumbs letting his claws scratch the sensitive skin turning it red and making it hot. As he begins to kiss the inside of Franks knees licking where his lips touched, he pinches Ftanks nipples between his forefinger and thumb rolling it around to the sounds of Franks pleasured little grunts.

Frank is so lost in the sensation of Mr. Ways talented fingers he forgets everything around him until he feels something slick and warm at his hole. He clenches instinctively but stops when Gerard drags his claws down his torso in warning, leaving behind red claw marks with tiny areas of broken skin. He winces at the stinging pain but it soon gets pushed back from his mind when the feeling of intense pleasure takes over. He spreads his legs wider for Gerard and his probing tongue. Body craving more of the slick muscle that is licking his hole, trying to open him up in preparation for something a bit larger. His body spasms at the way he pokes his tongue gingerly around in circles, deliberately missing his entrance. Frank jerks his hips a little trying to get Gerards amazing tongue inside him once again but is held down by one of his hands. All he can do now is lie there and twitch as sweat gathers on his forehead from his sexual frustration. When he thinks he can't take anymore he feels Gerards pink tongue invade him, accompanied by a slicked up finger. He moans loudly in satisfaction, baring down trying to get more pleasure. Soon Gerard adds one more finger, then another until all three fingers are being sucked greedily into Franks tight hole. Frank breaks the unspoken rule and speaks to Gerard, "Please. Please more."

Gerard gives a devilish grin, "More fingers or what Frankie I don't understand?"

"Fuck Mr. Wa-" he cuts himself off with a gasp from the sharp bite Mr. Way gave his ass cheek. After a few more bites not only to his ass but to his thighs which were now covered in flaming red welts, Gerard spoke. "Gerard. Right now it's Gerard not Mr. Way." With that Gerard lets his tongue accompany his fingers in their task of opening up the teenager below him. Frank brings his tied hands down to his chest and bites on them as he moans out loudly. After a few more torturous moments of Gerard rimming and finger fucking him he was relieved to hear the sound of a zipper unzipping and the sound of clothing hitting the floor. Instead of feeling the press of a cock to his hole he sees Gerard go to take a seat in his large leather office chair, he sits naked with legs spread to show off how large and hard he is, as he strokes his length.

"Get off the desk. Walk your ass over here. Now."

Scooting himself off he walks with his still tied hands in front of him, stopping once he reaches Gerard. A mix of excitement, nervousness, and impatience fill his system as he folds his legs under himself to straddle his teacher. He lifts his arms tentatively, silently asking permission to put his bound wrist around Gerard's neck to steady himself. A quick nod is given and he does so, it gives him the proper leverage to pull himself up to take in Gerard’s cock. He begins to lower himself onto him, when instead of heat he feels coolness, he squeals from the cold press of flesh against his tight heat but keeps going anyway loving the odd sensation of something so cold inside of him sending his nerve endings into overdrive. He moans out at the drag of Gerards cool length inside of him as it brushes past his sweet spot. Sweat starts to gather on his forehead from the effort it takes to ride Gerard. When he begins to grind more than bounce, Gerard once again takes control.

The incubus puts his clawed hands underneath the boy and carries him back to the desk never once slipping out of the scorching heat surrounding him. Resting his hands on either side of Franks torso, he pounds furiously and mercilessly into the moaning and writhing human beneath him. The gold in his eyes intensifies as he reaches his climax, the nearing arrival of Franks own orgasm is obvious to him but he has no intentions to take his seed as he has with others, this moment was of pure lust and sex. Lowering himself he catches Franks lips in another kiss, rubbing his tongue against the other. Breaking skin when he bites down on Franks lower lip as he comes into him.

Frank twitches and moans as he feels the cold semen filling him up. The feeling being too much he comes screaming out the incubus name. Covered in sweat he looks up at his teacher above him, and slowly he starts to feel his eyes droop.

~
When he opens them back up he is in his bed and its already ten o'clock at night. Looking around confused he swears he sees a shadow cross his bedroom, but sees nothing when he switches on his bedside lamp. All he can remember is going to detention, arguing with Mr. Way and then having a weird sci fi sex dream with Mr. Way as his human-demon hybrid lover. He shakes his head to clear it of his insane thoughts and turns off the lamp to try to continue his sleep. Smiling when he thinks over the events of his dream.

Outside in his car,very much like the night before Mr. Way smiles as he too thinks of the moments in the classroom. Hes pleased to know that Frank thought it was all a dream that would make future "detentions" a lot more enjoyable.

Notes

Yeah so this is it...
If you have any questions about some of the stuff comment (Nice comments are appreciated too!)

As always thank you for reading!

I have a question to ask! If any of you are grammar Nazis and would like to Beta tell me!!!! Cause I am like in desperate need,(thats partially why I have not updated any fics because I personally do not have the time to correct all my mistakes. :)

-Venomous Kiss