Teacher, Please!

- Teacher, Please! –
by Empress

The cardboard boxes floated into two neat stacks of three. The moment Razputin finished moving them into formation, the next formation flashed into his head. This levitation drill was getting really old, really fast. Due to a mental link with Sasha, after levitating the six boxes full of forgotten files into a certain pattern, Raz would receive a mental flash card showing a different pattern.

This exercise was all about speed and it burned Raz up that every time he returned to Sasha's lab in the heart of the G.P.C. for training, he was never fast enough for his teacher. Even though Raz was such a psychic prodigy, Sasha believed that he still needed much more training to hone and master control of his powers. Raz eagerly agreed and between missions, he would train in Sasha's lab. Six years now he had been training and six years had transformed Raz from an eager boy into an excellent young man.

Sasha watched him from across the room. Raz concentrated, first two fingers pressed to his temple and his opposite hand extended to the boxes. He was a well built boy, not overly muscular but he lithe and toned from continual acrobatic practice. Raz's only problem with his psychical looks was his height. He was short for his age, only measuring up to Sasha's shoulder, by comparison. The days of Raz's helmet like aviator cap were over, his once hat haired, now a bit of a mess, spilling over the goggles he still wore and used quite often. His merit badges still hung proudly, not from his backpack, but along both arms of his worn brown jacket; four on each arm from shoulder to elbow. The fingers of his gloves (the ones that hadn't worn off on their own at least) had been cut off a long time ago to allow improved dexterity. Raz had grown out of mimicking the super spies he always read so much about in True Psychic Tales and developed a look all his own, a mix of dusty traveler and bomb technician. Raz had to admit; wearing his civilian clothes between missions was a real treat. As much as he loved his uniform and what it represented, he still thought it looked a little tacky. Sasha must have been rubbing off on him.

Sasha frowned at the stopwatch floating level with his shoulder.

"You should be moving at least twice as fast, Razputin. You're slipping." he said levelly.

Raz grumbled and lowered his arms, dropping the boxes with a heavy thump.

"You're always saying that." he grumped, folding his arms across his chest tightly.

Sasha crossed the room to Raz. "Because it's always true. You must find you limits and then go past them." he explained.

"If they're limits, aren't you not supposed to go past them? There's a reason they're called 'limits', Sasha. Anyway, I already know how to levitate. Both myself and any of your silly boxes." Raz replied, somewhat haughtily. As if to emphasize his point (and to boost himself up so, for once, he could look down on Sasha) he popped up onto his levitation ball. He had learned to concentrate it, so it wasn't exactly neon orange, just a transparent shimmering orb. He couldn't float freely without it, but it was a start. Raz kind of hated the fact that he was still using his levitation ball, the psychic equivalent of training wheels, but at the moment that wasn't the point. He smiled, cocky.

Sasha looked over his glasses at the boy, then down at the still slightly visible ball. With that, Sasha floated just high enough to look down on Raz. His icy demeanor thawed enough to let a smug eyebrow tug up for a moment. Raz wondered if that was as close to gloating as Sasha could get. Raz sighed in exasperation and popped his levitation bubble.

"Okay, you've made your point." Raz stalked over to the stairs and sat down, starring at the colored glass peaking from in between his knees. Sasha touched down and approached the brain tumbler console. He began to fiddle with dials and buttons, checking levels and whatnot.

"Levitation is not merely about moving things. It's not that simple. Levitation entails changing the air pressure around an object. To control the very air that keeps you alive, Razputin." He said, starring down at a pulsing meter "You have talent."

"Then how come I don't feel that way?" Raz stood and slumped over to lean on the edge of the console. He laced his fingers in front of him. "Why aren't I getting any better." he muttered sullenly.

Sasha stopped checking the console, but didn't look up.

"You will."

"When?" Razputin stood and looked hard at the pale man.

"Soon." Sasha grit his teeth, finding it harder to appease the boy.

"Well, not soon enough." Raz pressed a hand to his face then lowered it in a fist to join its brother at Raz's sides.

"Patience." was all that Sasha said. He turned and took a few steps away. His own patience was wearing thin at the moment.

"I can't be patient, Sasha!" Raz's grumbling was getting more persistent.

"Then I've taught you nothing." Sasha massaged his temples. He looked to Raz for a response.

"I never said that! You're an awesome teacher!" Raz held his hands up, fingers splayed.

"Then trust me!" Sasha found himself raising his voice. Raz looked away, frustrated.

"Maybe I'm just the problem." he hushed.

"What? Of course not!" Sasha gave Raz an absurd look.

"That has to be it! I try so hard and still I don't get anywhere! I've reached my peak and there's no where to go but straight down." Raz wilted and turned away, hands resting on the brain tumbler console & his head hung low. Sasha could swear he looked like a jaded old man of forty and not a boy of sixteen.

"Maybe I'm just wasting my time, trying to be a worthwhile Psychonaut. I should just quit now. I was kidding myself to think I could be anything more than some circus freak."

Sasha was strongly angered to hear such talk coming from his star pupil and almost had it in him to go over and slap some sense into the boy. But a sudden choked sob stopped him cold. He watched Raz's hand come up and wipe angrily at his face.

Sasha went to the boy and gently made Raz face him. Raz kept his head down, tears stuck in his eyes. He looked more irritated at himself for crying than anything else. Sasha wished Razputin would let himself be a kid every once in a while.

"Listen to me, Razputin. Don't sell yourself short." he told him.

Sasha held the boy by his shoulders and finally Raz looked up at him. Raz was confused at the look Sasha was giving him. He had never seen such an expression on the cold psychonaut's face before. The strange quality in those eyes protected behind his spectacles just made Raz feel comforted and secure. Oddly enough, it also gave him the vague burning sensation deep down in his nether regions that he only used to get when Lili gave him a certain look.

Raz gave a tired sigh and laid his head against Sasha's chest with a tiny muffled thud. He took this chance to let a few tears squeeze from his eyes, where Sasha couldn't see them. The texture of Sasha's sweater rubbing against Raz's forehead was very comforting. He could smell classy cologne and small traces of a mild fabric softener. Somehow, Raz felt perfect. He just wanted to stay there until he drifted off to sleep or something. Training be damned! Something about this was just…right.

Raz's reverie was broken by the high-pitched ringing of a cell phone.

Go away… He thought absently. He buried his face deeper into Sasha's sweater, hoping to convince him that he was still crying, when in reality, he was quite done and didn't intend to start up again for a while.

Unfortunately, the cell phone offered no quarter and Raz felt disappointed when one of Sasha's hands left his shoulder to fish in his pocket for the device. He retrieved and answered it.

"Nein," He said. He paused to listen "Yes…yes. All right, I'll be there shortly."

Raz gripped at the sides of Sasha's leather jacket at those words. He tugged and shook his head frantically against the ribbed fabric. He was surprised at his own childish behavior. He hadn't really acted like a child around Sasha since he was ten.

"Good bye." Sasha said to the other end of the line with a sigh. He looked down at Raz, placed a hand on his head and with another sigh, pulled him away.

"Razputin, I have to go. A cougar is prowling near the lake and I need to make sure it doesn't hurt any campers. You understand, don't you?" he said gently.

No! Raz wanted to say Milla & the coach can take care of it. Don't leave me.

Raz never felt so petty and selfish before so, of course, he didn't say it. He just stiffly let go of Sasha's jacket and nodded his head, looking at the floor.

"Good boy," Sasha squeezed Raz's shoulder and then touched a comforting hand to Raz's cheek. It was probably the most Sasha had ever had contact with Raz in the seven years they had known each other. The burning in Raz came back stronger, and he blushed "Will you be all right while I'm gone?"

The desire to yell out Of course not! Stay! reared its ugly head, but Raz fought it back and managed another stiff nod.

Sasha started up the stairs and then stop to say, over his shoulder: "Keep training."

Raz would have fixed him with a terrible sour look, if Sasha hadn't favored Raz, for only the briefest of moments, with a smile. A shiver went up Raz's spine and the burn was enough to make him squirm where he stood.

With Sasha gone, Raz rubbed up and down his arms (it looked similar to the way someone who was cold would try to get the blood pumping in their arms) in an agitated manner, trying to get the confusing feelings to disperse. No luck.

Raz took a seat on the brain tumbler console. He watched his feet swing back and forth lazily, the tips of his toes brushing the floor. Raz couldn't get Sasha out of his head. That smile! A smile from Sasha Nein came along once in a blue moon and Raz was very much elated to know that it was just for him. The burn became so much worse (…or better?) but for the third time in the last five minutes, he refused to acknowledge it.

He could always train. That could easily keep him distracted. Raz lifted a box with levitation and turned it this way and that. In the same manner as his levitation ball, Raz's mental hand was not entirely visible, but a shimmering shape that one might not notice surrounding an object after a cursory glance. He watched the box float over his head, to the floor, and back again, but his heart just wasn't in it.

Diligence, Raz thought Diligence, Razzy... It's all a cycle. Diligence comes with training. Training advances me as a Psychonaut...

It occurred naturally to Raz as part of the sequence, that advancement would please Sasha, and pleasing Sasha would always and ultimately please Raz.

This was getting way out of hand. Raz was painfully aware of the dull pulse in his groin, intensifying by the minute. He had to do something. But here? Raz had 'taken care' of scattered thoughts like this before, in the relative safety and darkness of his bunk bed, praying to God that Dogen, beneath him, or any of the other boys in the cabin didn't hear.

He shifted uncomfortably where he sat. Oh Lord! This was ridiculous. Well, Raz reasoned with himself, Sasha wouldn't be back for a wile and it would be better for both of them if he got rid of the problem siting heavily between his legs. Raz very well couldn't imagine what would happen if Sasha returned, told him to continue his exercises then noticed the thick bulge in Raz's slacks.

Wait, there was a thought. His exercises...

Raz looked down, into his lap, concentrating past his clothes and to his skin. Even though he was drastically misusing his powers, if his theory was right, Raz was pretty sure that-

Raz grunted as he felt a swift tug on his hardness. He tried again. The same tug greeted him.

Oh...wow. This was too good to be true. Raz had never realized he could use his powers like this! It made him feel absolutely naughty.

Raz hopped off the console, taking care to be extra kind to his tender area and collapsed in the long red lounge chair, perfect for laying back, that sat nearby. He didn't put his feet up, but hung his legs off either side of the chair. He looked down at his waist with a knowing smile as he mentally uncinched his belt, being agonizingly slow with it, even though he knew he should just get this done quickly. The button popped from its hole and the zipper made it's slow trek down.

Razputin let out an excited little gasp as he felt his mental hand reach out and wrap around his length. It slowly freed itself from the confines of Raz's shorts and Raz squirmed as the head rubbed against the elastic waistband. He looked at his hardness, licking his lips. It stood proud and now fully erect, its head a pale pink hue and glistening with moisture. He reached out to touch it, but then remembered the ground rule he had set up with his one boy game. He couldn't cheat in his training. He wanted to be able to tell Sasha that he had been totally honest in his exercises. That thought made Raz chuckle cutely.

Raz willed his mental hand to reach out again. It clumsily seized its prize and Raz sighed as he began to experiment with it. Masturbating with one's mind, Raz quickly found, was much different than masturbating with one's hand. Where as Raz's hand would automatically know how much pressure it was applying, his mind could only produce what it thought was the right amount of pressure. Raz would have to manage this cautiously.

The young Psychonaut started with soft strokes, unsure if it would all be this easy. Once he was comfortable with that, he switched to a light squeeze at the base of his cock. He moved up, squeezing deliberately, until he reached the head. The mental hand came down on top of it, gently twisting in a motion similar to the way one would juice an orange. It felt wild! Raz bit his lip, not knowing that he knew that.

With some effort, Raz concentrated the fist into small intense rubbing on the opening slit on his penis. His legs tensed. His 'hand' wrapped itself around the middle of Raz's shaft and he began to pump harder. He could see the air pressure moving skin in almost the shape of a hand closing against him. Raz folded his hands behind his head, letting air escape in a rush from his nose. This trick was getting harder to keep going. The more he'd need to concentrate, the less he could, the tingling sensations suspending his rational mind. He let out a groan, focusing harder. His invisible hand gripped almost painfully hard at the spike of concentration. A surprised and very aroused "Ah!" escaped Raz's lips.

This was insane. This was absolutely nuts. Raz was not only laying in Sasha's chair in the middle of Sasha's lab mentally fucking himself, but he was doing it with Sasha in mind. The way Sasha's eyebrows would quirk when he knew something was amiss; the deep rumble of his voice when he spoke with Raz's head pressed to his chest; that warm smile. The smallest little details of Sasha Nein didn't get past Raz. If he were to whisper Raz's name in the heat of Raz's fantasy, he would call him 'Razputin.' Raz never really liked his full name and even though almost every adult in camp (and outside of camp, for that matter) called him by it on a regular basis, it only ever sounded right when Sasha said it. He'd love to hear it being breathed in his ear by those smiling lips. Raz's breath wavered in his throat, coming out as a choked sigh.

"Intense." He chuckled. That was the only word he could think to use. He freed one hand from behind his head and covered his eyes with it, gritting his teeth hard. He didn't notice the shadow looming over him until it was too late.

"Indeed!" a very familiar yet completely foreign voice intoned. The thing was, the quality of the voice was familiar, but there was a trait in it that Raz had never heard in it. A flustered-ness that didn't seem to mix with it. Still, Raz knew that voice in an instant. His hand fell from his eyes, not quickly but an uneasy slide, afraid of what he knew he would see. The invisible hand on his length dissipated and Raz was locked in a stupefied stare with Sasha Nein.

Raz couldn't quite place Sasha's expression. He was flush, apart from his cheeks which were a burning red and he was panting almost as if he had been running. But why would he...?

Raz suddenly remembered the mental link with Sasha; the one established for training. Hadn't Sasha turned it off? Raz figured (a little too late) not. Sasha must have known everything that Raz had done and thought in his absence. The shattering reality of Raz's mistake fell on top of him like a pile of bricks. Raz could only imagine Sasha stopping stiff ( both figuratively and possibly literally) in front of the cougar not to mention Milla and Coach Oleander and turning tail to bolt back to the G.P.C. Raz noticed that Sasha's left pant leg was wet to the knee, actually dripping into a small puddle on the linoleum. He must have tripped in Make Out Cave in his haste to reach Raz.

For some odd reason, in the midst of all of this awkward starring, Raz found Sasha to be so sexy in such a state. It turned him on to know he could do that to Sasha. Raz laid back in his chair, no longer scared, but rather owning his vague hold on Sasha. He looked up with a sly little smirk, thinking of the sexiest situations he could, all of them of course involving he and Sasha in less that savory positions. They got across just fine, because Sasha's slack jawed expression screwed up and his already red cheeks blushed something terrible. As they played out in Raz's head, certain details of the mental images flashed back most brilliantly, bringing attention to themselves as if they were pulsing alarms to the already erotic messages. A blindfold here, a stretching naked body there. Raz could only assume those where the things that had caught Sasha's attention, for good or bad. Raz thought of running tensed sweaty fingers through that normally perfect dark hair. Sasha swallowed audibly.

Raz wilted when Sasha finally found the dormant strength to bat the images away and stare at the wall to his right. That only made Raz double his efforts. He started by tucking his still aching penis back into his shorts. That approach was a little forward; best to make Sasha come to it himself. Raz held out a hand to Sasha's turned form.

"Sasha...?" he called, his voice half seductive and half a cute whine. Sasha turned to him with a weary expression on his face

"Why'd you leave me, Sasha?" He continued, wriggling a bit in his chair, in what he hoped looked like a needy writhe. He had never seduced anyone before, so he wasn't exactly sure how to go about it.

"Razputin..." Sasha shook his head, not knowing what else to say.

"Mmm... Say that again," Raz lulled his head to the side and bit his lower lip. He tried hard to act like the pretty double agents that always slept with the spy in the movies. "I like when you say my name."

"Stop it. Control yourself." Sasha grumbled. He was trying to approach this as levelheadedly as possible, but with Raz laid out before him like that was entirely unsettling. It made him feel strange.

"Someone once told me, that if you try to control yourself one hundred percent of the time, you'll explode." chuckled Raz as he pushed himself out of the lounge chair. Sasha was slightly worried by the fact that no matter how much Razputin was acting like a little Lolita, that wheezy laugh had the same childish air as when he was ten.

Much to Sasha's charinge, Raz swung his arms around Sasha's neck and clung.

"Don't go against what you've taught your students. Don't control yourself." Raz said, thanking God for a media drenched in hormones as a spring board (Raz's father would never realize the ratings of the movies Raz snuck into since the age of eleven between circus performances, thanks to a little creative mind tampering on the ticket girl.) Raz had to say he was pretty damn good at this "R rated" stuff.

Raz began to rub and grind against the shocked teacher. He mewled a bit for good measure, although most of it was real, as he could feel his member being rubbed by his and Sasha's slacks.

"I've seen the way you look at me," He hushed. In reality, he had never seen Sasha look at him in any 'ways', at least not like that. But he was hoping that suggestion would coax something less than pristine from his teacher. "Sasha..."

Raz felt he could say no more. He wanted Sasha and couldn't express it any longer. He just wanted him now. Raz held on tighter, starring with expressive eyes.

Sasha found himself in quite a quandary. But then again, "quandary" was far too calm a word. He wondered what had gotten into his star pupil, but then found he answer his own question quite easily. A teenage boy was a dangerous thing, but a sexually frustrated teenage boy that was a stubborn as Raz was certifiably lethal. Stubborn and good looking.

Sasha had never noticed, but in this disheveled entranced state, Raz was quite desirable. His brown hair fell over his goggles, framing his face perfectly. It was a face of pure want and it was both commanding and completely pathetic. It seemed to say 'I know what I want and I want it now... pretty please?' Sasha actually found it somewhat cute. It held the same pout as more innocent faces from Raz's earlier years. Sasha had never been able to say 'no' to that face in the past when Raz would beg to ditched scheduled training to play cowboy-style shoot out on the plains of Sasha's cubic mind or to simply laze about on the grass outside the G.P.C., enjoying the sunshine.

Sasha momentarily wondered where that little boy had gone and who had replaced him. The moment quickly passed and Sasha realized how close his lips had come to Raz's. How did this boy do it? How did he bring to life such desires that had never even crossed Sasha's mind before? Sasha considered closing the gap between them and his hands even hovered at the boy's hips, but as his swift mind assessed the situation, he made a much different decision. He pulled free of the boy's grip roughly.

"Sit down." He said sternly. It was Sasha's scolding voice. Raz looked up with a shocked and disappointed expression, He knew that voice and what it meant.

"But Sasha, I-" he began

"Take a seat." Sasha intoned in a even tone.

Raz hesitated and his brow furrowed to an angry pout. He slowly took a seat sideways on the chair. Only minutes before, he had been caught in a whirlwind of ecstasy in that very chair, but now the seat felt foreign beneath him. He looked to Sasha, who returned a glassy stare.

It was a simple order. Raz looked at his knees and realized he must have not been sitting the way Sasha wanted him. He quickly swung his legs up to sit on the long foot rest, He folded his hands in his lap awkwardly. Sasha took a moment (as unbearably tense as it was for Raz) to fix his dark hair and in general straighten himself out. He slowly took a few steps towards Raz and the boy watched him uneasily until he came to a stop beside Raz's chair. Sasha held out an inviting hand at the until now long forgotten cardboard boxes, though his face was still made of stone.

"Begin." He instructed. Raz continued to stare then swiftly turned his head to the boxes, wide eyed and somewhat unsettled when Sasha's brow knit together severely.

Raz held his hand out and the boxes listened to his mental command, to move, if rather shakily. Raz really couldn't concentrate; not with Sasha standing watch over his shoulder and his backfired proposition hanging in the air like a toxic gas that would slowly but surely kill him.

Raz lost control of a box and fumbled to catch it, his physical hands reaching out and grasping air as if making real fists would tighten his mental hold. He was stunned for a split second, making sure everything was in order before continuing.

"Relax," Sasha said "Don't fear the movement. Instead, try to understand it. Make it second nature."

Sasha placed a hand on Raz's shoulder and leaned over him to lower the tightened fists with his other hand. His hands did not retreat, but opted to stay planted on the boy's noticeably taut shoulders.

"Relax." he said again. He bent at the waist to be able to speak at level with Raz's ear, though he looked straight ahead at the boxes "Don't think about it. Just... let it happen."

"Let it happen." Raz repeated, quietly. The shaky boxes began to move a little smoother. Sasha gave Raz's shoulders an approving squeeze and he felt the muscles react stiffly. He began to work them lightly, trying to coax them into a more unconstrained state. Raz shivered and then leaned back into the kneading.

"Concentrate on the air. Your breathing. In-" Sasha inhaled in example "- And out. Yes... that's marvelous."

Raz wasn't sure if his mind was playing tricks on him, but it was as if Sasha's voice had slid down to some kind of bed room tone. Of course not, Raz rationalized that he was imagining it because he sill has Sasha sex on the brain and although he was still a virgin, Raz decided right then and there to take a vow of celibacy.

Sasha hit a particularly stressed muscle and Razputin swore his spine had decided it must be absolutely beautiful in Acapulco and slithered right off his skeleton in favor of far off sights. He melted in his chair.

One box settled next to the other three columns of two and two and one. The image of a capital 'L' rung in Raz's head. He constructed it swiftly.

"You're doing brilliantly." Sasha hushed.

Raz arched back into smartly working hands, almost like a contented cat.

"So are you…" Raz ventured, his vow of celibacy starting to sound extremely silly.

It must have been Raz's imagination or some kind of trick of wind bouncing off the walls, but the younger Psychonaut had heard an alien sound that could have been Sasha… laughing. It was a short, pert chirp that preceded investigative hands, leaving his shoulders and letting the fingertips rest behind Raz's ears and down his jaw to turn his head just so. Raz jerk and yelped a bit as he felt Sasha's forehead touch the back of his head. Sasha's mouth fit perfectly on level with Raz's neck and Raz could feel Sasha's calm breath tickling the exposed flesh. Raz grasped too late that he had fallen into Sasha's trap and the tables had been effectively turned.

"Don't stop." Sasha's voice thrummed against Razputin's neck. Celibacy? What was that again?

"…Don't…" Raz mimicked, mindlessly. He realized a second later that Sasha meant the telepathy lesson. He clumsily complied.

Sasha took in a deep breath, inhaling Raz's scent. He smelled sweet like spun sugar. Like a Carnival; like a child.

Sasha couldn't believe what he was doing. He had been and watching after children for such a long time and he had never wanted to… touch any of them before. But then again, Sasha had never really seen or treated Raz as a child. He saw him as a peer; as an equal in intellect and skill if not in age or body. But then again , that didn't make it right. The boy was only sixteen, less than half of Sasha's age, and Sasha knew that if he continued here, it would change both himself and Razputin forever. Was Sasha willing to do that?

The pale Psychonaut nuzzled against Raz's soft hair a moment longer, weighing the issues of having his sweet smelling student or the moral safety yet unfulfillment of stopping where he stood. The sound of Raz dropping a box into place a little too heavily brought Sasha roughly back to the here and now. He wondered why the boy hadn't reacted much since Sasha had obtained control of the situation. It was either because he was too stunned to act or because he was still listening to Sasha's command. Sasha really couldn't guess which. Raz was a curious kid, not the kind to let surprise or fear hinder him, but not the most obedient either. At times, Sasha believed he could learn a lesson or two from his student's directness. Sasha decided he'd need to coax that brashness from its hiding place. Not to mention, Sasha needed to know if Raz tasted like the same spun sugar he smelled of.

He began with a chaste but lingering kiss at the base of Raz's neck. He pulled back and licked his lips, analyzing the flavor like an experienced wine taster savoring a particularly good vintage. The taste was not of spun sugar, but kettle corn, both sweet and salty at once. Another rare treat from the circus, just like Razputin.

Without a second thought, Sasha dove back in for more. The back of Raz's neck received more attention. Sasha lifted a few hanging locks off the boy's neck for easier access. He moved to the side of Raz's neck, traveling up to his jaw line. He felt Razputin shaking. A finger under Raz's chin turned his face to Sasha's. No sooner had Sasha placed a kiss on the side of Razputin's mouth did Raz 'drop' what he was working on, spun around to kneel on the chair and kissed Sasha savagely, his fingers tangled in Sasha's hair. The tension in the room snapped and released latent desire into the lab like a powerful psi-blast.

Raz's tongue wrestled with Sasha's own, his hands running from Sasha's thin dark hair to his shoulders, where he began to pull Sasha's jacket from his shoulders. Raz broke the kiss only to gulp gasps of air and once he could breathe again he immediately went back for more. Sasha received the brunette effectively damning the consequences (and most likely himself). He wrapped his arms around the boy's midsection. Hands clutched frantically (a word not often used when describing anything done by Sasha Nein) at Razputin's back, dexterous fingers finding their way beneath the soft tee-shirt and worn brown jacket. Sasha's leather gloves dulled the sensation. How bittersweet his couldn't feel skin.

Sasha broke the kiss and moved around the lounge chair, where he pushed Raz down by the shivering shoulders to make him sit. Raz did so, seizing Sasha's right hand, tugging as to invite him closer (much much closer) and placing a few just as inviting kisses on the pale wrist peeking from between the glove and dark sleeve. Sasha gently retrieved the stolen limb and smiled at Razputin (who just squirmed worse than ever before) while removing the glove at the end of that limb. The matching jacket followed the second glove and Sasha draped it neatly on the floor, only after tucking the aforementioned gloves in the right front pocket. Raz only watched, mentally drawn tighter than a bowstring. Sasha knelt before Raz's seat and reached forward with both hands, bringing them to rest on Raz's hips. He pulled the boy forward in his seat, close enough so her could smell that gorgeous spun sugar scent coming off the younger Psychonaut. He snuggled against the side of Raz's face, placing quick affectionate up Raz's neck to nibble lightly at his ear.

"Razputin," Sasha said in as close to a singsong voice as he could manage "Keep moving the boxes."

"But Sasha… Please don't make me-HEE!!" Raz faltered in his whine when Sasha found a particularly sensitive spot around Raz's earlobe.
"Razputin, if you don't practice… I might think you don't understand the lesson. I might need to stop-" Sasha was playfully deliberate with that word "- and show you how to do it from the beginning. If that's the case, we'll never be able to continue-" That deliberance showed again "- our advanced lesson."

"All right, I get the idea. But I just want to let you know that I don't like conditions."

"Very good. Never settle. You're a man of action. Now…" Sasha nibbled at that sensitive spot again. Raz groaned in a mixture of pleasure & frustration and complied with the mental flash card nagging at the back of his head.

Sasha continued his ministrations. He followed the line of Raz's subtle jaw, leaving a sweet kiss at the tip of his chin, that tickled and made Raz giggle. That, in turn, caused his boxes to quiver as they continued their endless trek. Sasha kissed a line down Raz's neck, stopping to smile against the flesh when he felt Raz's Adam's apple bob apprehensively. Raz wondered mildly where all this goddamn smiling was coming from. He then realized that he really didn't care.

Sasha hooked his first two fingers into the neck of Raz's tee-shirt, exposing the skin beneath. Raz felt hot breath and a warm tongue on his collarbone and he clamped the hand that wasn't outstretched to the back of Sasha's head. Sasha began to bite and suck lightly. Raz never realized that biting wasn't just for his vampire comics. He pulled Sasha closer.

Sasha's left hand crept beneath the hem of the boy's shirt. Raz was consumed in the barest touch of those fingertips, slowly walking up his stomach and then dragging back down to his waist, only to return again, venturing higher than before. Sasha's thumb brushed Raz's right nipple and then traced the circumference in response to the sudden gasp from the boy's lip and the hardening of the pink flesh.

The pale Psychonaut pulled away and pushed Raz back a bit. The brunette propped himself up on his elbows, shifting his gaze from Sasha to his infernal cardboard boxes and back to Sasha, waiting to see what would happen next. And what did happen next down right shocked Raz.

Sasha took off his glasses.

Sasha never removed his glasses in front of anyone else. If he had to clean them he'd leave the room or at least turn away. His eyes were beautiful.

He slipped the spectacles into the pocket of his nearby coat and only after taking a moment to fix Raz's hand (a problem in form, Razputin suspected) returned attention to the rest of Raz. The Psychonaut hoisted the hem of Razputin's shirt and placed a soft kiss on the skin just above his navel. Raz stifled a giggle and Sasha actually thought about making the boy laugh more, with more feather light kisses or by brushing his bangs across Raz's sensitive skin. But he refrained. He didn't need to hear that wheezy, childish little sound too much. Not here and now.

Sasha would have laughed at his own hypocrisy, if it wasn't so pathetic.

He had always hoped Razputin would enjoy his childhood while he still had it, an opportunity Sasha had never seized and there Sasha was, effectively snatching it out from beneath him. Unfortunately though, Sasha could deny it no longer. Raz had been an adult for a long time. Ever since the insane asylum. Ever since he left the circus. Just as Sasha had been unjustly flung into adulthood the day he strayed away from his father's cobble shop.

Raz's free hand gliding over the back of Sasha's head brought the teacher back to his senses. Sasha looked to him. Raz smiled back. That smile was sweet, but laced with anticipation and craving. Sasha felt a guilty swelling in his heart.

He kissed the boy again, this time on the protruding hip bone peeking from the top of his still unbuttoned slacks and gently tugged them down to Raz's knees. Raz began to worry his lower lip again. He wasn't exactly sure what would happen next, but he had a vague idea. Sasha exhaled through his nose as he took in the sight of Raz's length. He had seen it briefly when he had first reentered the G.P.C. (when this whole insane fiasco had begun) but he hadn't actually looked at it until now. 'Cute' wasn't a word he wanted to use, but it was the only one that came to mind when describing it.

Sasha bowed his head and the flat of his tongue met the warm, firm skin waiting there. Raz analyzed the first few swipes tensely, his free hand clenching and unclenching around the edge of his chair. Sasha responded by slowly taking Raz completely into his mouth and sucking lightly. A suprised yelp issued from Raz at the seeping heat and wet pressure surrounding him. A thousand uneducated fantasies suddenly came to fruition, though none of them had ever involved Sasha before.

Sasha began with a slow and steady rhythm, his lips suckling and inside, his tongue circling imaginary patterns on the under side of the member. He traced a small vein with the tip of his tongue. He continued his service with the same pace and complex scrutiny and Raz's flash cards still came to him without skipping a beat. Laid on the ground side to side and then flipped upside down; a zigzag made of the precariously balanced boxes, followed by a similar out-of-sequence pillar.

Raz felt as if his insides would blow apart at any moment. If he thought it was hard to concentrate while masturbating, Damn if this wasn't a million times harder now. Sasha sucked a little harder, the increasing pressure and quiet slurping sound making Raz crazy. He mewled Sasha's name quietly, his brain unable to form any real phrases, only able to comply to Sasha's psychical and mental assault.

After a few more minutes of this, Raz could feel his peak fast approaching. He legs began to tense up and lift unconsciously from his seat, seeking more of Sasha's warmth. Sasha held him down and withdrew the boy from his mouth.

"Sasha..." Razputin whined "Why'd you have to...?"

Sasha merely shushed him.

Raz sat up and knelt on the seat as Sasha stood. His boxes clattered to the ground, like a small cardboard tower crumbling to slap violently on the tiles below. Raz gripped Sasha's hips, his two physical hands and at least three pairs of invisible mental ones pawing insistently at Sasha's clothing.

"Sasha, please!" Here, let me do you now." Raz offered, his hands already unfastening the buttons on Sasha's pants.

Sasha took the boy's hands in his own and felt the others let loose their hold on him. It would be hours later, after Raz had left and returned to the kid's cabins area, where he resided as "Counselor in Training", that Sasha would realize how many hands had really been pulling at him. In earlier sessions, Raz had never moved past using one pair of 'hands', but the moment Sasha denied him what he wanted, Raz utilized six 'hands' as if he had been doing it all his life. Raz's powers and how they were so emotionally driven sometimes truly frightened Sasha.

The pale man sat Raz down for perhaps the third time that day and took the boy's foot in his hand. He worked the snaps and zippers of Raz's boot with care, then removed it as well as his sock and moved to the other boot. Raz watched, his shoed foot in the air, only processing one glorious, frightening, momentous thought: Sasha Nien is undressing me.

When both boots were neatly discarded, Sasha removed Raz's pants and under shorts. Raz could felt the fabric of the chair's cushion against his bare buttocks. Sasha unbuttoned the two remaining sliver buttons on his fashionable, perfectly pressed, black slacks, but did not remove them. He only folded down the edges to reveal his lower stomach. A slight 'V' of flesh peeking from the opened pants left almost nothing to the imagination. Sasha wore no undergarments either, so even more skin was liberated, but Raz was still left waiting on the verge of seeing it all.

Sasha crawled onto Raz's chair, straddling the seat and, in turn, making Raz straddle him, legs over legs. Raz held on in this strange hug and quickly shrugged his frayed brown jackets off. Sasha slowly and softly laid light kisses to Raz's cheeks and lips as he fished in his back pocket for a small gray tube. It contained a soothing balm intended for Sasha's hands that had just begun to feel the first twinges of arthritis, years before their time. He uncapped it and squeezed some of the lotion onto his first two fingers. He felt Raz cling tighter around his neck. Sasha, in response, pulled the boy closer. His clean hand traveled down Raz's back to stroke the bare skin at the bottom of his spine, comfortingly.

"Razputin," He said evenly "This may hurt. I'd like you to hold you breath for just a moment. Will you do that for me?"

Raz nodded and took a deep breath. Sasha kissed Razputin's temple and began to slowly rub his lubricated fingers against Raz's virgin opening. Raz squirmed. Sasha held him still, rubbed against the opening just a few moments longer then eased his forefinger inside. Raz squirmed harder and a muffled noise sounded from behind his pursed lips. Sasha kissed him again and moved his finger deeper. The second joined its brother soon and Raz's sound came louder.

"Shh..." Sasha comforted "Let your breath out slowly. There you go..."

Raz breathed out, trying to relax his whole body at once to his teacher's intrusion. Sasha wriggled his fingers inside Raz, responding to quiet "Ows" with hushed calming words. Raz didn't know if he could keep breathing. Air only came in shallow gulps. Sasha twisted his fingers and began to stroke, searching for what, Raz didn't know. Thankfully, the sparks of pain slowly reduced until it was completely gone and replaced by a new pleasing sensation. The balm on Sasha's fingers left behind a cooling feeling as he drew them back. He gave Raz a tender kiss and held the boy's chin in his hand.

"Are you ready?" Sasha asked him. Raz nodded "Are you sure? I don't believe all the pain is over and I also want to see those boxes move. Are you up for the challenge?"

Raz wanted to gripe about the stupid training, but opted to grumble about it to himself. Jerk. he thought.

"I heard that." Sasha retorted. Raz rolled his eyes and gave Sasha one of this best exasperated faces. He couldn't help but smile a little.

"Fine. Whatever. You know, you sure know how to kill a mood, Sasha."

Sasha pulled the boy into a searing kiss, seizing Raz's smart little tongue with his own. The kiss lasted, as Sasha's hand crept up Razputin's spine and exposed the creamy skin beneath the boy's shirt. The older Psychonaut deliberately pulled away extra slow, feeling Raz lean forward to steal a second short kiss before he pulled back as well.

"You were saying?" Sasha brushed a few strands of hair from the young Psychonaut's eyes.

"Nothing, sir." Raz replied, now somewhat satisfied with Sasha's conditions.

Raz clung tightly, his fingers in Sasha's hair, bracing himself. He felt Sasha shift beneath him, knowing he was getting himself ready; pulling himself from those dark slacks. Raz shivered as he felt Sasha's knuckles brush the underside of Raz's left leg and then the heat of Sasha's length. Sasha's right hand spread Raz and the boy felt the head of Sasha's member against his opening. He shook, realizing that there was no turning back now.

Sasha pulled Raz into a kiss, hoping to distract him from the pain, as he began to enter the brunette. Raz bit the edge of Sasha's lip with an uncomfortable squeak. Sasha paused when his head was inside and let Raz adjust to his girth. After he began to feel Raz relax around him, he pushed in another inch. Raz was relieved to feel much less discomfort this time. Sasha was soon able to push in the whole way.

Raz rested his forehead on Sasha's shoulder. His whole body had begun to shake. When Sasha had fully inserted himself, the head of his cock had touched something amazing in Raz and it was now still pressed against it. Raz panted speechlessly, pain almost completely forgotten. He spread his legs, trying to get Sasha's member to press harder against that spot. Sasha hissed at the boy's eager tightness and involuntarily shuffled against the boy, brushing his prostate. Raz's breath hitched audibly, consumed by the pain of movement, the pleasure of sensation and just being so full.

Razputin lifted his head to the boxes across the room when he suddenly saw a mental flash card float by his mind's eye like a particularly persistent figment of one's imagination.

"Damn, Sasha..." He uttered before complying to the command with one hand outstretched and the other gripping a fistful of Sasha's sweater.

The cardboard drifted into position after position, Raz making sure speed was the key. Sasha, on the other hand, was taking his sweet time. His movements were slow and contrived. He held the boy's hips delicately as he softly drove into him. He turned his head and nuzzled into Raz's hair, the sweet scent of flesh now mixing with perspiration and the smell of sex.

Raz's voice came in a quiet drawn out moan. Sasha answered with a hushed sound of his own. Sasha's normally pale face had changed to a less pallid shade, blush sitting high on his cheeks like twin roses wrapped in gauze. He held Razputin close, his right hand splayed wide on the middle of the young Psychonaut's back and the left on the back of his head.

Raz heard Sasha's breath quicken and felt him hold on tighter, but Sasha hadn't given into any desire to thrust faster. It baffled Raz that even though it was apparent that Sasha wanted to relinquish this sluggish pace, he still held complete control over himself. That he could be so controlled and calm in such a situation and keep sending those fucking flash cards, seemingly without battling an eyelash. That Sasha could be so disconnected from his own psychic powers and at the same time be right on top of them really told Raz that he had a long way to go as a Psychonaut.

They continued like this for what, at least to Razputin, felt like hours (days, even) and every time completion came close for Raz, Sasha would sense this and stop moving completely until Raz would fall back behind the line of ecstasy. Raz shook and shuddered on the brink of orgasm for at least fifteen minutes.

Raz began to feel that if his body didn't fall to pieces from this wonderful torture, his stressed mind surely would. His moans rose and again Sasha answered him, puffing breath against his skin. The heat of it all seemed unbearable and Raz thought if the temperature in the room were lowered, the two would surrounded by a thick cloud of steam.

Sasha was reaching his limit; Raz could feel it. His thrusts were becoming jerkier, his moans ragged and labored. Raz knew he wouldn't control himself any longer. Sasha held the boy by his tensed shoulders, panting Razputin's name, hoarse and hotly in his ear. That sent Raz's head spinning. He pressed his fingers to either of his temples, trying to gather his thoughts. Sasha's flash cards came with maddening speed now and Raz followed along, urgently. Many boxes were pushing others out of the way to get to their spots quicker. Vertical, left, column, back, horizontal, forth, square, right! It was so much at once! He could scarcely hold back!

The boxes shot around the room at blinding speed, each of them shaking in Razputin's 'grasp.' He could feel the knot of lust uncoiling in his core like the burning fuse on a fire cracker. Sasha gave one more shout to end all others and let himself release. He gripped the boy's jersey knit tee-shirt sleeves with white knuckle and Raz cried out himself at the sudden moisture and force of Sasha pulling him close.

Something inside Razputin snapped and he came with a great surge of Psychic power that manifested itself as pyrokenisis. Every box within Razputin's 'reach' burst into flames, many doing so in midair and falling to the tiles. Raz fell back, limply hanging in Sasha's arms.

He looked at Sasha with a blissful grin painted across his features. Sasha looked back with quite a different expression. There was a definite trait of satisfaction there, but it was sitting beneath layers of confusion and disappointment, thick like ice and metal.

Sasha calmly moved Raz from his lap, rebutted his slacks and went to the brain tumbler console, where he began to enter data.

"Sasha...?" Raz called cautiously. His teacher didn't answer. "Sasha...?" He called again, "...The boxes..." He added, perhaps trying to gain his attention with the smoldering cardboard.

Sasha held out a hand and lowered it, putting out the pyrokenisis. He didn't look away from the console. Raz stood, turned his tee-shirt inside out to hide the cum stain seeping across the fabric and put it & his pants back on. He took the few tense steps over to the brain tumble console.

"Sasha..." He said for the third time, This time disappointed yet trying to be firm.

"Very good training today, Razputin. You're dismissed." Sasha said quietly. Silence hung heavily in the air. Razputin took Sasha's hand, which Sasha snatched back, harshly.

"Sasha, Look at me!!" Raz commanded, the hurt audible in his voice "What the hell is the matter with you?! Too good to touch a slut like me!?"

Sasha twitched visibly then rested his hands on the console as weak fists. He paused a moment longer, sighed aloud to himself and placed one hand on Razputin's shoulder. He turned to the Psychonaut beside him and knelt down on one knee so he would be on a closer level with the boy. He found himself looking up at him.

"Razputin," He paused, searching for the words "What just happened... It shouldn't have."

Sasha hushed the boy with a raised hand as he began to protest.

"It... It wasn't your fault." Sasha felt the partial lie sit like a stone on his tongue. It tasted bitter. "I'm supposed to be your mentor. I'm supposed to protect you. I've ruined that. I didn't think. The motto for the Psychonauts is 'Prepare You Mind.' I wasn't prepared for such a weakness in my own character. Do you understand, Razputin?"

Raz answered with a look that would have shattered glass. His brow knit together and his jaw clenched tightly.

"Sasha... I love you." his voice betrayed the angered expression. He bent to pull Sasha into a hug, arms around his neck and holding the other man against him. Sasha's eyes looked out from over the boy's shoulder. He felt Razputin clutch him like a child on the playground who didn't want to share.

"I know." He muffled into the jersey knit fabric of Raz's shirt. Sasha wrapped his arms around Raz's back and wished desperately that he could push the boy away instead returning the embrace. "You just don't understand. You shouldn't love me. No one should. Anyone who lets themselves love me.... It's just not safe." Sasha thought of his mother, dead and buried; his father, emotionally bankrupt to him and Milla, heartbroken after expecting a love confession and instead receiving the crushing news that Sasha didn't care for her and never would. The guilt in the pit of Sasha's stomach became a thousand times worse.

Raz pulled away and looked down at Sasha with, of all thing, a silly smile on his face. "Sasha... come on. Don't be stupid. Have you ever known me to be particularly safe?"

Sasha looked away, an ironic smile of his own ghosting over his lips.

"Razputin..." he murmured.

"Look. No more scary, 'Sasha: unlovable, doom creature' talk." Raz smiled, stepping away from his teacher to retrieve his jacket and kick on his boots. He also picked up Sasha's glasses.

"I'm going to go now, Sasha. "he said " It's obvious that you've got a lot of think about and me being here is a real wrench in the gears, huh? So just collect your thoughts. Takes some time, but don't beat yourself up about it. I'm as responsible for this as you. More, probably. Can you do that?"

Raz had, by this time, returned to Sasha, who was starring at the floor dejectedly, and extended the man's glasses to him. Sasha starred at them then took them weakly and just held fast to them. He looked at Raz as if he'd never seen him before. There Sasha sat, stewing in a puddle of self blame and Razputin was acting more grown up than ever. That young Psychonaut never amazed Sasha as much as he did at that moment.

"... Of course." Sasha answered.

"Sasha," Raz added firmly "I've already made up my mind about all this. I love you no matter what. Don't forget it."

Sasha smiled, forced, and took the boy's hand. Raz placed his opposite hand on Sasha's, leaned forward and with the strange clumsy grace that could only vocalize the single word 'Razputin', touched his lips to Sasha's.

It was soft, special, but just so damnably short. A fleeting, blush filled kiss good night that made Sasha just want to take the boy in his arms and keep him there. Raz broke the kiss and the two lingered close, gazing into each other's eyes. Raz licked his lips to take in one last taste. He retrieved Sasha's glasses from his weak grasp, never breaking eye contact, and placed them on Sasha's face. Sasha lightly touched Raz's hands with his fingertips as they positioned the spectacles. Blush seeped across Raz's nose and cheeks like red wine being soaked up in a peach colored dinner napkin.

Razputin ran up the colored glass stairs and stopped on the first landing. He had his jacket by the sleeves and slung over his shoulder.

"Good Night, Sasha." he said cheerfully and quickly continued up the stairs. Sasha watched him disappear up the steps, heard his foot falls on the rounded iron rungs of the ladder and then he was gone.

Sasha stood (he was somewhat surprised he still could) and turned away from the stairs. He approached a panel, seemingly like rest in the far wall and waved a hand dismissively at it. He mentally bid the panel open, which it did cooperatively to reveal Sasha's bedroom. It was small, practically a closet really, but it suited Sasha's needs.

As he flopped in the comfortable looking bed, many thoughts floated by, flotsam in his head. If Sasha had such a nice bed so close by, why did he just make love to Razputin on the chair out in open where anyone who entered the lab would see them? Even worse, What it that 'anyone' had been Agent Krueller or, God forbid, Milla, hopping from the Whispering Rocket to check up on Sasha? He could have lost his job and Razputin in one fell swoop. Sasha looked at the wall clock and wondered how long ago the sun must have set, and if Razputin had run into the nasty cougar that took up nightly residence in the log outside the G.P.C.

Razputin...

Sasha laid there among the clean, expensive black and silver colored sheets, his arm flung over his eyes. He sighed loudly and racked his brain over his young student. Two points over all, continued to resurface again and again. The first was how very talented Razputin was. The second was how wonderful it had made Sasha feel to actually know another living soul loved him and feel absolutely guiltless.