Judgement.

Affilated with Cryselle Institute.

[surfacingthetruth]

{ ooc- Remaking this guy. Not really touching his personality or anything else besides his background though. Will now be affiliated with Realms of Power. }

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You can borrow one of my dresses if you need more selection.

Nah, it’s fine. Pretty confident in my stash, you see.

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Let's have a little fun, shall we? Magic anon casts a spell on you, teach. For one day, you are now female.

Yeah he’s pumped. Look at all the dresses he got at the ready man. 

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"You," he started, then sweeping Faron off of his feet the next moment. "Are too good at stirring me up, you know that?"

Nathaniel practically throws Faron onto his bed before climbing on himself. His hands were already working on undressing the younger male's shirt as he initiates yet another kiss. There was no more pause button, and Nathaniel was more than ready to drive the other crazy for the rest of the night.

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Is Faron loud in bed?

"I’m afraid that’s confidential information you’re looking for that only I am permitted to know-…" he paused. "Though I must say, I give much thanks to the soundproof walls at night.”

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Do you like toys?

"Depends," Nathaniel gave a low chuckle. "When I’m dealing with the naughty children, maybe?”

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In honor of Sexual Sunday ask my muse Sex based questions.

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{ ooc- shit that's right i still have pickup lines from sparrow. how do i answer em now that nathan's got faron jesus. }

[frozeris]

"I think you guys are lacking in spirit. I may have to sing songs again."

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"Songs...?"

[soulfullofsilver]

Send my muse one of the following:

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[ text: wrong number ]: Yeah no [  my muse’s name ] and I are just friends. [ text: wrong number ]: [  my muse’s name ] doesn’t mean anything to me. Stop worrying. [ text: wrong number ]: Don’t worry, I’m sick of [ my muse’s name ], I’m done. [ text: wrong number ]: It’s just a game to me. [ text: wrong number ]: Sometimes I’m just glad [ my muse name ] and I are over. [ text: wrong number ]: I hate [ my muse name ] so much. [ text: wrong number ]: [ my muse name ] doesn’t mean a thing to me. [ text ]: Sometimes I get tired of all this. [ text ]: You’re not worth it. [ text ]: Why don’t we not talk for a while? [ text ]: I’m done. [ text ]: Don’t come near me. [ text ]: How can you do this to me? [ text ]: If you don’t know what you want then I do— out. [ text ]: Do you feel good knowing you have this power over me? [ text ]: Why don’t you go to him/her instead? [ text ]: I don’t care about you. [ text ]: Stop kidding yourself. [ text ]: Did you really think you mattered? [ text ]: Don’t bother [ text ]: I knew this wasn’t going to last. [ text ]: I don’t think I can do this anymore. [ text ]: I don’t care. [ text ]: You never mattered. [ text ]: I never mattered to you. I know that now. [ text ]: I see the way you look at him/her. [ text ]: Stop wasting my time. [ text ]: You’re just a waste of time. [ text ]: I don’t want to hear it. [ text ]: You’re a monster. [ text ]: I was wrong. [ text ]: You don’t care, do you? [ text ]: Don’t pretend that you care. [ text ]: Stop. Just stop. [ text ]: I don’t want you back. [ text ]: I hate you. [ text ]: You know, I’m glad we’re over. [ text ]: I’m tired of waiting.

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Faron had been quiet on the trip as well, but for different reasons. He was calculating every possible outcome of this… adventure. He knew he probably shouldn’t, though what he saw ahead did make his heart be faster, as well as make something else throb. But, would this be fun if it was calculated? He forced himself to stop, despite wanting to see more of what they would do.

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If it were possible for him to have been more excited now than he was a few minutes ago, this was it. The way the boy riled him up couldn't compare to any other sensation. Was it because of his overly seductive demeanor that had him going insane? Nathaniel could feel himself dramatically losing his sense of control. "Say, what's the probability of you screaming out my name with these soft little lips of yours tonight?"

He brushed on the lining of the other's lips. Nathaniel's lips curving into an amused smirk, snatching the younger male's thin wrist from his chest and pulling Faron back into his arms in an instant. His eyes pointed towards the bedroom door across the room, then fixating back into Faron's matching crimson ones.

"As much as I'd love to pleasure you here," Nathaniel started with a light teasing hum. "I honestly think I could do better on the bed... Don't you think?"

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Faron could feel his heart start to race. And not just from the words, and what might happen at the teachers dorm. But from the danger of it. Why he was enjoying danger so much, Faron had no idea. Maybe it was all those years in juvi, or even the monster that was asleep inside him. Whatever it was, he knew he wanted to agree to it. But what if Mr. Freeman got in trouble…

Another thought started to come to him that made him smirk. Someone who knew about the law, would know ways to get around it right? They would know the easiest way to break them without getting caught.

"I’m afraid I wasn’t paying attention at all in class Mr." He told him, the smirk becoming slightly devious. "We might have to go over a lot."

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"My, my. Little boys that don't pay attention in class must be severely punished, hm?" Noticing the overly eager smirk on Faron's lip, his fingers traced the younger one's collar before going to open the door out of the classroom. "After you," He gestured.

The trip to the dorms was quiet, mainly because Nathaniel wasn't about to be caught by anyone the would potentially meet on the way. The tension grew on him much so that he had believed at one point he would not make it back. That he would lose control of himself despite it went against all of his morals.

"Now, what would you like me to teach you, boy?" 

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The kiss, though unexpected enough to keep him from kissing back right away, Faron liked it a lot more than he thought he would. Look it him, a teen who spent half his life in Juvi, kissing a cop. He was almost angry when it was over, but he kept that feeling in. For now.

Nathaniel’s next words made Faron blush. He wasn’t embarrassed by what his teacher said. The ravenette was after all, anything but innocent. But, he blushed from the fact that he didn’t hate the idea of being locked up in his teachers room. He puffed up his cheeks for a moment as he tried to push it away,

"Don’t get too excited Mr… I don’t actually own any dresses." He paused for a moment though to think of a better response. His new thought made the teen smirk. "Though… there are plenty of other ways I can be naughty~"

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"Don't you test me, boy," Nathaniel gave a low chuckle, then pecking Faron on the cheek. "I know you're not ready for me to break you yet so don't you play naughty with me."

Faron's reactions stirred him up enough that he would have been more than happy to have pushed him down then and there. But that wouldn't have been the smartest move to make in an open classroom. He released the student from his arms, grabbing the jacket and dorm keys from the teacher's desk. 

"Well then, I suppose you have material you didn't catch during class mister," he cleared his throat. "I wouldn't mind helping you review it in my dorm... So how about it?"

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Faron was shocked, so much so that he returned Nathaniel’s gaze once more. He hadn’t expected his feelings to be returned. He expected laughter, or yelling, or anything similar to what he was used to. But instead, his teacher liked him too?

He lowered his head again„ burying his face in the other’s chest for a moment as he let Nathaniel’s words settle. I like you too Faron. It was great to have his feelings returned, but he wondered for how long. He was still 17, this was a cop. Faron wished his birthday would come sooner, or something.

He glanced up at the other again, a small smirk settling on his lips. “I… could wear dresses more often if you want…”

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"You want me to go crazy for you in the middle of my lecture?" Nathaniel smirked back at his now younger lover. "Because I will." 

Nathaniel tightened the embrace further, one arm wrapped around the boy's waist, another caressing along the frame of Faron's face. Faron's skin was softer, paler than any of the fairest women he had ever met. Nathaniel's lips found his way onto the boy's, pulling him into a brief but intoxicating kiss.

"But next time, make sure nobody else sees you in it except for me, alright?" His voice's tone was low and possessive, but had a dangerous flare to it. "And then maybe I'll lock you up in my room for the night if you're naughty?"

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Was he really that dumb. Did Faron have to spell it out for him, even after all that he had just said. The ravenette hated to admit it. He didn’t want to. Cops, he hated them the most out of everyone in this world. He thought he avoided them after being sent here instead of Juvi, only to wind up in a class with another. And now to be feeling this way? It was either Karma, for far too ironic.

"Yes you idiot." He replied, trying to push the seriousness of this situation with teasing. "I like the way you sass me… the way you don’t back down when I just respond with the same amount of sass. I like that you don’t treat me like… like a murderer." Nathaniel really didn’t. He could have, he was a cop, but he didn’t, and Faron didn’t know why. He also had no idea why he was admitting all of this.

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"I know you're far from a murderer Faron, so there's no reason for me to treat you like one." he sighed, petting the boy on his head gently, pulling him in closer to himself into a consoling embrace. The latter reason brought him to an amused chuckle. 

Nathaniel gave up. He just couldn't bring himself to refuse Faron. Not out of pity or anything else, but because he had been neglecting his own feelings for his student. Faron was certainly cute, but he was still a child. He dared not to lay his hands on one, swore it would never happen deep down. Nonetheless, there he was, already falling for one- deeply at that. 

"You're quite the charm yourself too, you know that?" he smirked, recalling that evening when they had met. "And my, you sure did look great in that dress that day... I like you too, Faron."

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Staring into Nathaniel’s eyes, he felt a strange desire to just spill everything. And before he knew it, he couldn’t stop as it came pouring out. He quickly glances away, gulping as he spoke, a small pout forming on his lips. “So what if I like your face! So what if when someone asked me if I wanted to kiss you, I didn’t hate the idea… none of that is a crime! Stupid cop…” What the hell was he saying.

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Nathaniel's eyes darting into the other's widened ones. The reflection of his own crimson camouflaged in Faron's. The contact lasted for seconds which had felt like minutes, before he noticed that his student had began to avoided it. 

He could barely believe his own ears. The student that sat in his class, with a completely indifferent expression all throughout his lectures was practically confessing lusting if not romantic emotions towards him. 

"It's not a crime at all, yes," he began, finding the right words to respond to his student. "So in other words, I can interpret this as your way of saying that... You like me?"