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In the previous school year, Mr. Lucilfer has been subbing for Kalluto’s older brother’s 8th grade Literature class, and it turned out the white haired Zoldyck son was not putting in enough effort to get a passing grade, which raised tensions between the teacher and student.
At the midpoint of the year, the teacher decided that the best solution was to call a meeting with Killua’s parents, in hopes of reaching them with his concerns. Silva, the father, was away on business, so to keep their mother company on the trip, Kalluto joined.
The three Zoldyck’s sat in a semi circle as they waited for Chrollo to take a seat. He had taken extra precautions while cleaning himself up today in preparation of meeting the practically royal family. The teacher was mostly comfortable around all different types of people, but after being scolded via phone by both Zoldyck parents a few times after progress reports had come out, his guard was up. However, nothing could have prepared him for meeting the youngest of the family.
Once it was time for the meeting to begin, Chrollo joined the two children and their mother, took one look at Kalluto, ‘and the rest was history.’
It always made the boy roll his eyes when his much older boyfriend said it that way. Kalluto would sigh, and curse him for saying something so cliché. But Valentine’s Day was just around the corner, and this would have been the first one they had spent together, so maybe the older of the two was just feeling sentimental.
“Sweetheart,” Chrollo was never short on pet names for his partner, “I just couldn’t take my eyes off of you.” As the two sat on the edge of the man’s futon, the older one brushed Kalluto’s bangs away to kiss his forehead softly. Encounters like this were no longer strange to either of them, Kalluto found himself spending many afternoons in the man’s home under the guise that he was partaking in a study group which sometimes ran late.
“You’re such an old man.” Kalluto blinked and looked up at his partner, craning up to connect their lips. They were both still dressed in their school attire, aside from Chrollo’s tie, which he stripped of himself as soon as he got home. It had been many months since their first rendezvous, and they mutually agreed to put a name on it. ‘Dating’ is what Kalluto would call it, Chrollo would prefer ‘in love.’
The boy didn’t pay his brother’s teacher any mind at first, not even as the man complimented Kalluto’s ‘beautiful eyes’ at the start of the conference.
Much to Chrollo’s surprise, it went over better than most phone calls to the Zoldyck residence for him, and after wrapping up and shaking hands with both Killua and Kikyo, the man held Kalluto’s hand a second too long as he apologized once more, and bid him farewell.
When the family got home and the mother floated off to tend to one of the other children, Killua smirked and whispered to his littlest brother.
“Dude, isn’t Mr. Lucilfer such a creep?”
“... what?”
Killua’s eyes blinked wide in shock, “You seriously couldn’t tell?!”
“Tell what?”
The white haired boy rolled his eyes, a nasty habit he picked up from his older brother Milluki, and one that Kalluto would pick up from Killua, “He was totally checking you out!”
“...”
“I can’t believe that asshole likes little boys, I should have known!” Killua crossed his arms and shook his head, always having a sour feeling about that man.
“...oh.” Kalluto had always been a person of few words, but the seed had been planted. He figured that if he could do his big brother a favor and charm the teacher for a little while and maybe convince Chrollo to be a little more lenient on the white haired boy, Killua would be happy with the undeserved higher grades, and finally their parents would be off his back.
He would do so quietly at first, not letting anyone in on his plan. The boy had given much thought to romance and flirting as he watched his older brothers go through puberty and start dating. The only problem was, there was no one Kalluto’s age that caught his eye. He didn’t have many friends in the first place, so courtship with a classmate was even more foreign. But an adult? That didn’t seem like an option, until now of course, and the boy deemed it worthy of his efforts.
Kalluto never intended on letting it go any further than playful flirting, frankly because that’s all his young brain could really conjure up on its own. He was just as surprised as anyone else when he found himself, only about a week later, sitting pantless on Chrollo’s desk chair with his legs spread as the older man worshiped him.
The physical aspect alone was enough to convince Kalluto to play along with the arrangement. The much older man had experience that simply shocked the young boy, and made for a lot of interesting, yet ultimately addictive firsts for the boy, ( ‘You want me to put what where ? And that’s supposed to feel good?’) Chrollo opened Kalluto’s young mind to an entire world of intimacy.
The emotional bit was a plus. Never in his life did he expect anyone to make him feel so…important. It was more satiating than the affection he so rarely received from his mother and father, and so much more intense. Each kiss, hug, embrace: it all made Kalluto purr in satisfaction, willing to give access to all parts of him just to feel more of that touch.
Chrollo was always waiting on him hand and knee, ready to satisfy his lover’s every need. And by all means, Kalluto took advantage of this. He was done with being put on the back burner like at home, and being overlooked like he was by his peers. He savored every loving gesture by the man in their times together, which were frequent, but sadly never long enough.
Kalluto was the first to pull away from the kiss to fall back onto the bed and turned onto his stomach. He propped his chin in his hands to look up at the beautiful Mr. Lucilfer, eyelashes fluttering.
“How about we lay down?” The boy’s unchanging expression finally pulled into the hint of a smile, and Chrollo melted.
“Yes my love.” He agreed without hesitation, and positioned himself beside Kalluto, their faces nose to nose but Chrollo’s feet extending far longer. He draped one tattooed arm over the boy’s waist and waited for further instructions on how to please him.
Kalluto cupped Chrollo’s face in his little palms, only able to hold from his jawline to the hollow of his cheeks, pulling their faces together in a sweeter kiss than before. The man relished in every part of his boyfriend, as well as his willingness.
Before Kalluto, Chrollo had never acted on any of his darker urges. He had been working as a substitute teacher for a couple years, and before that, was a paraprofessional since he had started his college education. Because of that, his constant exposure to children made it easier to separate real life and his fantasies as to make sure he was putting his best foot forward during the work day. In the case of every other child up until he met his future partner, he was able to draw a definite line that separated these two parts of his life. In his personal life, Chrollo was on the ‘explorative’ side of sexuality. Men, women, and all other points on the spectrum sparked his curiosity. But that was just the tip of the iceberg. His desires were hard to face at first, but once he accepted them for what they were, he was able to put himself among the right people that helped keep his urges in order. And this was part of his life that he vowed would never affect his career.
The teacher Mr. Lucilfer was utterly appropriate, until he was instantly broken down by the dainty temptress with violet eyes.
Chrollo shifted so that Kalluto was laying on top of him while their mouths were still connected, coaxing his legs apart so that they straddled his stomach and steadied the boy above him. Feeling his still-developing dick press into the man’s navel, Kalluto couldn’t help but add to the pressure, frotting with purpose as the kiss was getting lustful and sloppy, like it had so very many times before. His lids began to flutter as Chrollo moved his hands to his partner’s thighs, holding him in place while he adjusted so that his much more intimidating member could now be felt against Kalluto’s bottom.
The teasing nature of clothing soon became too much for the younger of the two, and he parted their bodies enough to remove his shirt and pants. Chrollo quickly followed suit, and once they were both left only in their underwear, he pushed Kalluto back so that his head rested in comfort of pillows. They locked eyes for a charged second before their tongue’s met, again desperate noises of need escaping the boy’s mouth between breaths.
It wasn’t long before the rest of their clothes had been shed off, and Chrollo used a finger, and then two to prepare Kalluto’s entrance. His dick throbbed against the boy’s thigh, oozing precum in anticipation.
“Do you want me, baby boy?” Chrollo pumped his lubed fingers in and out of the child with enough ease to know it was almost time.
Kalluto’s jaw hung limp from the already painfully full feeling, but he did his best to moderate his pleasure. He knew it would only get better if he could just hold out like he had been taught to.
“Y-yes, Mr. Lucilfer...” He answered, spreading his legs impossibly further as an invitation. Chrollo took the affirmation and guided his dick to where he just pulled out his fore and middle fingers. He tested the resistance by allowing the head to further stretch the entrance, and he carefully watched Kalluto’s face when it would finally allow him entry.
The feeling of being penetrated had already brought Kalluto to his peak once, but in his young age, nothing had come out. He panted as the rush of the early orgasm began to wear off, and he was faced with the pain of more and more of Chrollo’s member being forced in hastily.
“Sir, I-it hurts…” he whined, clutching onto the man’s forearms that were holding his hips on either side. The pain wasn’t unfamiliar to Kalluto, and he was never shy when it came to voicing his grievances. Besides: Kalluto was usually the one to call the shots in the relationship. At first he thought it was just because Chrollo was afraid of being reported for the inappropriate nature of their relationship, but after spending more time together, he realized that the man was just a sick bastard who liked being bossed around by a little boy. Or so he thought.
At first, Kalluto assumed that his boyfriend just didn’t hear his cry. His stroke didn’t let up in anyway, and despite the use of lubricant, The boy could swear something was starting to rip.
“H-hey! Mr. Luci-“ Kalluto’s voice was violently halted as Chrollo slapped his hand over the bottom of the boy’s face, painfully silencing him as his large palm and fingers squeezed from ear to ear. The bottom’s protests were muffled into hums as Chrollo started to pound into Kalluto’s small frame, using his free hand to pin one of the boy’s legs to the mattress. The new position allowed him to easily rut harder between his boyfriend’s legs, avoiding eye contact now as Kalluto’s violet eyes grew hazy with tears of discomfort. All he cared about how was the way his prey’s insides tightened around his cock in a way he hadn’t quite experienced before.
“Just a little more Kalluto, stay with me baby. Just a little- agh!” Chrollo begged for his own release, and it soon after came, shooting harder than he expected into the pillaged cavity that he once cherished as innocent.
He took his time riding out the orgasm, and once the high began to fade, he watched as he slowly pulled his dick from Kalluto’s abused hole. It was slick and shiny and twitching still, followed by a hot trailing of blood and semen that created an entirely new tingling sensation in the pit of his stomach.
What a beautiful sight.
He didn’t loosen his grasp on Kalluto’s face until he had caught his breath, and was consequently shocked by the red marks that were left by his fingers. Chrollo also wasn’t ready for the way the boy gasped for air once free, like he had just come up from being submerged in water for too long.
“Wh-what was that?!” Kalluto clawed away from Chrollo and rubbed the tender skin on his face with trembling hands. The tears finally wetted his cheeks and he brought his knees up to his chest in defense, his eyes glaring in distrust at the man who just betrayed him.
Chrollo was still high on the power surge he got from having his way with the young boy, and he wiped the sweat away from his forehead, taking a minute to come back down to earth before stumbling over an explanation.
“Honey, I…” he trailed off and ran his fingers through his hair, realizing there was no real explanation for what he just did. At least, not one that would put his boyfriend at ease.
“You what ?” Kalluto’s brows pulled together and his lips quivered, threatening a sob.
“No, no please don’t cry Kally.” Chrollo reached out to offer a comforting pet to his boyfriend, but Kalluto flinched away, hard .
“D-don’t touch me! And don’t call me that!” The boy got to his knees and stumbled off the bed, defensively getting his clothes on so that he could reclaim some of his decency, “Get away!” He cried again, and slunk further away in fear as Chrollo stood to slide his boxers on.
“Kalluto, I’m not going to hurt you-“
“What are you talking about?!” The younger one was finally fully dressed and his voice cracked as he yelled, “You a-already did!” Kalluto finally broke into a sob, hiding his face childishly in his palms, not really sure what was going on. He wasn’t sure what had just happened: why Chrollo didn’t listen and why he insisted on hurting him. And now, he was terrified of what would happen next.
“I didn’t mean to hurt you,” Chrollo sighed and grabbed the bridge of his nose, stress filling the front of his head with blood, “I… am sorry Kalluto, I didn’t mean for it to happen like that.”
Fuck.
The apologies and excuses turned into promises and reassurances. Chrollo eventually convinced Kalluto into his arms, cradling him close to his chest as they sat together at the edge of the bed. It took the majority of the night to convince his boyfriend that the whole ordeal was just a big misunderstanding, and a huge mistake on his part.
Chrollo explained that this was just something special that adults who trusted each other tried sometimes, and after some consideration, Kalluto accepted this under the guise that there were just some things about adults he didn’t quite understand yet. Chrollo then spent hours softly rubbing his back, and offering kisses in excess, and whatever else he could muster up for aftercare to gain some semblance of trust.
Once Chrollo was convinced that Kalluto had calmed down enough, he offered to drive him back to the Zoldyck residence. Before letting him out of the car, he had to remind of the conditions of their arrangement. Kalluto agreed solemnly to not speak of their encounter to anyone, just like any of the others.
“Alright, then I’ll see you tomorrow baby.” Chrollo managed a smile as he watched his aching partner have trouble sliding out of the front seat.
“See you tomorrow.” Kalluto tried to mirror the half smile before speaking again, shifting his weight uncomfortably from one foot to the other, “Valentine’s Day is coming up this Friday, sir.”
“Yes, my love?”
“Can we do something special?” Kalluto looked up at Chrollo with bright glassy eyes. Even though fear of the man still lingered, he was reluctant to leave his side. The comfort he had usually felt when he looked at his boyfriend was still there, but something was ebbing it. Kalluto felt empty, thinking this is probably what purgatory would be like.
“Of course we can,” Chrollo nodded, “I promise, I’ll make everything up to you then.”