The buzz of happy students filled the hall, the air filled with energy as they dug into buckets full of treats. As an exclusive academy, Daeva did things a little differently for Halloween. For one day only, the dress code was considered null, and the lines between student and teacher became blurry.
A girl in a pixy costume that barely covered her rear flitted down the hallway, handing students neatly cut pieces of paper advertising the haunted house that would be held later that night. “Mr. Saunders!” she shouted, waving one of those pieces above her head, “You have to come! Mr. King and the drama students are running it this year, it’s gonna be great!”
Ashe looked up from the book he’d been reading, accepting the paper without looking and using it as a bookmark. “It sounds like lots of fun, Deandra,” he said warmly.
“Mr. Saunders, how come you didn’t dress up like everybody else?” the girl said, giving him a quizzical look as she flicked her braid back over her shoulders.
Ashe looked down at himself with a puzzled frown. “I did dress up,” he muttered, but it was too late- the girl was already gone, too sugar high to sit in one place long enough to wait for an answer. He plucked at the white shirt he was wearing, which matched his white pants and white shoes and, together with his usual fake ears and the fluffy fake tail, was meant to make him look like a fox. He’d even asked Mrs. Hoffman, the art teacher, to paint his face to match.
But perhaps what the girl meant, was that he wasn’t using the opportunity to show off his body. He hadn’t worn tiny shorts like the gym teacher, or a shirt that fit him like a second skin like the math teacher had. He still retained a bit of dignity with clothes that fit him well, instead of flaunting what admittedly many of the students would have begged to see.
“It’s just indecent,” he muttered to himself, reaching up to adjust his fox ears so he could hide the disgust in his eyes as the english teacher, a tall busty woman, walked by in a tiny dress that she looked about to burst out of. Ashe hated Halloween.
“Hey, you doin’ okay there, little fox?”
Ashe looked up to see Mrs. Hoffman, one of the only teachers he could tolerate that day because she wasn’t flaunting her generous assets. Instead, she’d chosen to dress up as a character from a children’s show, a stuffed iguana on her shoulder and her hair teased up into kinky curls. “I’m fine, thanks,” Ashe said, the smile he gave her genuine. “I forgot to thank you earlier, for painting my face,” he realized, fingers brushing lightly across the expertly applied face paint.
“Oh, it was no problem- I actually enjoyed having a decent canvas for once!” Mrs. Hoffman said with a laugh, her blue eyes sparkling.
Ashe had to laugh with her, flushing lightly red under the silver face paint. “What are you doing on this side of the building, though? Did you change your class today?”
“No, we’re still in the classroom in the theatre. I’m just meeting somebody for lunch,” she replied with a sigh Ashe recognized as that of somebody who was deeply in love.
It made him smile, soft and sweet. Ashe was a romantic, a sucker for love, and seeing someone so obviously head over heels warmed his heart. “You’re going out to lunch with your husband? That’s so sweet,” he cooed, hands clasped over his chest.
“What? No,” Mrs. Hoffman glanced down at the silverette, surprised, “I’m going to lunch with-”
“Omigod!” the squeal of an excited student broke into their conversation.
Gasps and shrieks filled the hall.
“I can’t believe it!”
“Look at what he’s wearing!”
“Oh god, I’m going to die happy right here!”
Ashe frowned, looking away from Mrs. Hoffman for the thing that had the panties of every teenage girl in the vicinity dropping- and made a disgusted noise.
“Sing for us, Mr. King!” one of the boys called out, starry-eyed.
“I don’t know…” Cormac mused, pretending to think about it. His long, flaming red hair was not to be seen, replaced by a wig of black curls, but that wasn’t what had the students in a frenzy. He was dressed as a character from a favorite movie of many, wearing a black corset top and black lace-trimmed briefs with garter straps. The look was completed with fishnet stockings, fingerless gloves, pumps, and a string of pearls around his neck- and he looked impossibly good in the ridiculous outfit.
“Please, Mr. King!” the words were chorused by most of the students in the hallway. One of the girls pulled out her phone, fingers flying across the screen, and a tune familiar to anybody who’d seen the movie filled the hall.
Cormac grinned at the sound of it. “Well now I can’t resist,” he sighed, acting put out when he was delighted by the attention.
When he sang, his velvet voice and the motion of his body made it obvious why he’d been chosen as the drama teacher, and would have made the choir teacher jealous. It certainly made the students jealous as they watched him move his hips, their hormones going wild as he sang about being a sweet transvestite.
Ashe shifted against the wall, dropping his eyes, his face on fire- because despite his disgust at seeing a teacher acting that way in front of his students, he couldn’t deny how good Cormac looked in that outfit. Couldn’t deny the images that flickered through his mind of the movement of those hips in entirely different contexts. Ashamed of himself, Ashe inched his way toward his classroom.
“Well aren’t you cute enough to eat.” A purring voice stopped Ashe, and he turned slowly, wincing when he found Cormac only inches away from him. “A fox, I should’ve guessed. I kind of like it- you look even sweeter than usual.”
Ashe batted Cormac’s hand away. “Don’t touch me,” he sneered, but it was a useless thing to say when his breath had caught and his face was still red.
Cormac smirked, knowing, but turned away; ever since that homecoming dance, the dynamics between them had changed, and he was willing to take it slower to get the little fox all to himself. “Fine, have it your way. Ready to go out, Alisa?”
Ashe looked back, his mouth dropping open when he saw the way Mrs. Hoffman looked at Cormac- anger and jealousy burned through him, turning his mouth down. Until he saw the way Cormac smiled, satisfied, almost pleased, and he forced all expression off his face.
“Ah, bye Mr. Saunders,” Mrs. Hoffman murmured, too distracted by Cormac taking her arm to pay any real attention to the silverette as she was lead away.
There was a moment of silence in the hall, then it was filled with noise again as students praised Cormac’s performance or gossiped about any multitude of couples Cormac was supposedly a part of. Ashe shook his head, trying to rid himself of thoughts of those grinding hips, and returned to his classroom to prepare for the next class.
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