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Then, Hikaru jumped as the words were spoken very close to his ear, turning to find Wángzǐ shrugging out of his coat beside him.

Dropping his student robes, Hikaru was glad he was going to put on some jeans as he prefers Wángzǐ to see him as more mature than the student his uniform made him.

Then, he quickly followed the vice principal’s lead and folded his robes, placing them on the table beside Wángzǐ.

And I'm not going to be coddling you ."

Hikaru swallowed hard, not liking the sneer on Wángzǐ’s face or the glint in his dark eyes. Smoothing a sweaty hand down his shirt, Hikaru stumbled the two steps with his wand in hand.

Yatagarasu Wángzǐ looked elegant and lethal, a slender figure in black at the other end of the gleaming length of wood.

Hikaru may have been responsible for getting rid of Voldemort, but he knew that the man before him was a truly formidable and powerful wizard.

Hikaru's heart beat faster as he tried to mentally prepare himself, no doubt the physical reaction was just in anticipation, he reasoned.

"Mr. Liang."

Wángzǐ bowed at the waist and Hikaru followed suit, trying to remember the rules they had been taught during the short-lived Duelling Club. Straightening up, Hikaru just managed to jump out of the way of a scorching hex and spun to launch a Jelly-Legs Jinx at the grinning headmaster.

They had these games between them, Wángzǐ easily blocked in as the duel went on.

Hikaru charged forward, pressuring Wángzǐ back with a Bat-Bogey Hex and a Detonation Curse.

"Is this unbridled aggression the reason for your short night shifts, Liang?

Did you take to stalking the halls at night to curse innocent first years?"

Wángzǐ Goading furious Hikaru.

That bastard, he was a man who wore his fantasies, in which he had no idea how he felt, but he should know that Hikaru was far from a bully! Hikaru dodged a Stunner as he cast a Numbing spell which was again blocked.

Hikaru spun out of the way of a hindering Jinx, and screamed as a Slashing Hex caught him in the hip.

Not stopping to check the damage, he retreated and reshaped his shield, but Wángzǐ was there, looming over him. Losing ground progressively, Hikaru found that he could only defend himself by countering every spell Wángzǐ threw at him.

Sweat dripping into his eyes, Hikaru looked up, surprised to find Wángzǐ almost on top of him.

"Legilimens!"

Before Hikaru could strengthen his barriers, Wángzǐ was inside his mind, even though it was unlike the vicious attacks from his fifth year, it seemed that the headmaster was more interested in peeling back the layers of Hikaru's recent memories.

It was less like the invasion of a gentle riffling, but as his dreams and fantasies began to surface, Hikaru panicked. Images of his dark-haired lover parting his robes as Hikaru fell to his knees, greedily taking the man's huge prick into his mouth, moaning with excitement, made him mentally push back against the intruder.

Then, with a sickening whirlwind, Hikaru was suddenly bodily thrust into memories that were not his own. The horror that a huge serpent might be attacking him, the feeling of disbelief at knowing that Hikaru Liang had become his staunchest defender, the disbelief at his reinstatement.

Then Hikaru found a different kind of image, one that was softly blurred at the edges—an image of himself naked and aroused being spun around and pressed against the stone wall of a hallway.

Wángzǐ knelt behind him, parting his cheeks with a gentle caress, and leaned down to slide his tongue down the crack of his ass.

Hikaru instantly grew hard as he watched her tongue return to his entrance.

With a deafening bellow enraging him, Hikaru found himself thrown out of Wángzǐ's mind and lying on his back on the platform.

Wángzǐ stood over him, nostrils flaring and hair swirling about his head, his slender fingers gripping the wand in his hand.

As they stared at each other for several long minutes, Hikaru's eyes searched the furious face for some sign of mercy, but he found none. Falling back to the ground, Hikaru threw his arm over his eyes.

"I'm sorry, Professor, I didn't mean to..."

"Spare me your unrepentant nonsense, Liang.

With that, he said, “Now, get up!”

Hikaru chuckled, knowing what fate awaited him as he stood up.

Seeing as how you're going to kill me anyway, Professor, doesn't that thing with the tongue feel as shiny as it looked?"

The laughter was so unexpected that Hikaru removed his arm and sat up, warily watching Wángzǐ. The older man looked at him steadily, half-lidded eyes raking over his face and down his body.

Whereupon slowly, Wángzǐ extended his wand-less hand to Hikaru. Looking at it uncertainly for a moment, conflicting emotions warring within him, Hikaru cautiously took it.

Then, it came with a shock of something raw and needy burning his fingertips for an instant before Hikaru felt himself transported to his feet.

"Oh, for the love of Merlin, Liang! Do you have to bleed all over everything?"

Wang Zǐ let go of his hand and pushed Hikaru towards the steps.

"To the table, now!" Wángzǐ barked.

Hikaru stumbled, but was able to catch himself as he stumbled down the stairs.

By then, his cock was already hard and throbbing, the sight of the table doing little to quell his rampant fantasies. His hip ached from the hex he had taken and Hikaru braced his hands against it.

When it happened there was a strangled sound behind him and Hikaru began to straighten up, when a hand on his back kept him in place.

"Undo your pants, Liang, so I can see the source of that blood."

Then came the undeniable command that guttural voice sent another shiver down Hikaru's spine, his cock twitching sensitively at the thought of being on display.

Sighing, Hikaru reached around and dropped the button out of his hole and pulled down his zipper.

Wángzǐ could only laugh at him and humiliate him even further, it wasn't as if Hikaru wasn't familiar with the razor's edge of this language.

His hands tugged at his pants, pulling them off with him and he cried out as his erection caught in the elastic, before slamming back against his stomach.

- Now, this might hurt," Wángzǐ announced as Hikaru felt the thorns of a strong cleansing charm spread over his groin and butt. He

Then, he jumped as cold fingers traced the sting along his hip and thigh, Wángzǐ muttering a spell that made his skin feel warm and stopped the aching.

His fingers at one point fingered her then brushed against her ass and Hikaru heard the rustle of clothes before a hand on her waist pulled her back slightly.

With both of Wángzǐ's hands settled on his hips and Hikaru's breath hitched when he felt his thumbs part his cheeks.

"Maybe you can have a better understanding if I stop judging for yourself how analingus feels, Liang."