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The Hogwarts School of Fuck Everybody [ OPEN PSL/MEME ]

The Harry Potter AU: Smutty Edition

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[He is behind his desk, engaged in a letter. Sasori is ignored while he signs it, seals it, and hands the envelope to a patiently waiting brown owl. Only then does Asami look up, fixing his full attention on his visitor.

He eyes Sasori, for a moment, his hands folded under his chin. He sounds very calm when he speaks.]

Close the door.

Then explain yourself.

[ Being made to wait is irritating, but Sasori doesn't comment on it, instead closing the door as instructed and approaching the desk.

It's rather a strange feeling for him to be in this office, standing before this desk, for the purpose of being called on the carpet. He always took great pains to be careful about not getting caught when he got up to questionable activities as a student. This is definitely a first, and despite himself, it leaves his gaze sliding towards the side and the sullen and terribly childish thought that the little shit must've tattled flashing through his mind.

...But it's ridiculous to look at it from that perspective, isn't it? He's a teacher here, not a student. ]

I merely disciplined a particularly troublesome problem student, sir. At Durmstrang—

[ It's not as if he's trying to make excuses for himself, it truly isn't. He's just... ]

Edited 2014-07-03 03:44 (UTC)

At Durmstrang, [he interrupts,] we would be having a different conversation. [And not a significantly more pleasant one, judging from the subtle threat in his voice, and the unsubtle way in which he rises to loom over his diminutive professor.

Small, fine-featured, with that unruly red hair; he looks younger than he is. Maybe that is the reason for all the disciplinary action his students seem to incur.]

Is that all you have to say?

[ Sasori always was cautious around those in authority over him when he was a student, striving to maintain an image of quiet, compliant bookishness more suited to a Ravenclaw than a Slytherin with the faculty. Why make his life more difficult and his transgressions less forgivable if he ever did happen to get caught?

Yet...there was always that thread of rebellion hidden within him, the one that Asami tugs now in a physical, visceral way by using Sasori's height against him. And he's an adult now, an adult, not a student. Rather than bowing his head and putting on a good show of contrition like he once would have, he turns his gaze up, his eyes narrowing down. ]

With all due respect, sir, if Hogwarts' standards of punishment weren't so lax, I don't believe it would've been necessary for me to take such action to begin with.

[ Not that he's lying about the respect; he means it, for all that he's rankled by his current situation enough to push back. That he uses the word 'sir' at all rather than simply calling Asami by name is evidence enough of that.

But he isn't wrong, damn it. At Durmstrang the students learned rather quickly not to assume that just because he's short and youthful looking enough to be mistaken as one of them sometimes that he didn't have authority over them or wasn't prepared to wield it.

Being lectured now for simply doing his duty as an educator to maintain an atmosphere of the proper respect and discipline is just...entirely unfair. ]

[Some spirit in this one; he’d expected nothing else, but it is pleasing nonetheless. If Sasori is sufficiently watchful, he may catch the small twitch of a smile at the corner of Asami’s mouth.

It passes in less than a breath, however; he’s still looming -- a broad-shouldered man, and one who is all too well-aware of his physical presence. His dark robes do little to conceal the sharply tailored suit beneath them.]

I wonder, Professor, if it’s my school that’s lacking, or merely your command of your authority.

[His hand extends itself, now, to catch the tender underside of Sasori’s jaw; he pulls it up even further, with a grip that is perhaps a tad uncomfortable in its force. The smile is gone now; all that is left is the inscrutable look in his eyes as they surmise Sasori’s pretty, youthful face.]

[ Sasori's spine straightens and his eyes widen briefly when unyielding fingers close around his chin and tilt his face upwards. It's an escalation he doesn't expect, an outrageous and unacceptable liberty for someone who guards his personal space as closely as he does, but what makes Sasori angriest is his stomach curling back in on itself due to the subtle thrill that seems to emanate straight from Asami's fingers and shiver outwards within and without.

Sasori might be more independently-minded than some of his old housemates but even he possesses that Slytherin inclination towards the hierarchical. Ambition leads to competition which inevitably leads to the division between winners and losers; how else does one measure great power without the yardstick of the lesser to compare it with? And Asami wears authority as well as he does his suit and cloak, so much so that it occurs to Sasori that he's never really questioned or pushed back against it until now.

It might be that reaction that he's truly rebelling against rather than the slight to his pride when he mouths off like a Gryffindor brat half his age, his gaze not wavering in the slightest. ]

An overt demonstration of power is unavoidably necessary when dealing with the stubborn and the foolish, sir.

[ He knows it's a mistake as soon as he says it, as much of an error as drawing his wand would've been, the movement of his throat when he swallows a tell of that awareness. There's no way that those words couldn't be turned right back around upon him just as easily.

But he's also too proud to take it back. ]

[He takes a look at that stubborn, proud, pale face in his grasp, those defiant eyes. He hasn’t changed much; still with the same delicate features hiding the same sharp viciousness, still looking deceptively young.

But most delicious is that little spasm in his throat; he can feel the tiny movement under his fingers, and it’s loud in the silence behind them, and the look in Asami’s eyes promises many things, none of them particularly kind.

He doesn’t sound particularly upset when he asks the question.

He sounds amused.]

Are you looking to provoke me? [It’s rhetorical, and he goes on almost immediately.]

...And how shall I demonstrate mine to you?

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