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Barty Crouch Jr. ([personal profile] liquidsky) wrote in [community profile] stalemated2014-07-23 11:32 pm
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[personal profile] standsonhigh 2014-07-23 10:01 pm (UTC)(link)
Seeing a new face was still jarring, no matter how often it happened. Months upon years, he worked with the same dull people, the routine rarely changing and yet today, that wasn't really the case. Someone new had arrived. He knew there was a new teacher before he'd even met him, not only had half the staff insisted on telling him during the morning meeting but several of his more spirited students had been nattering on about it all day. He had no idea what subject he taught or what sort of man he was, all he knew was that most teenage girls in his class considered him sexy. Good first impression, he guessed.

So when he finally reached the staff room for the first time in the whole entirety of his seemingly never ending day, he had to pause slightly at the sight of a strange man there. And yes, he may have stared slightly as he tried to work out just whether he was the right one or not. Ah, definitely the new teacher. Not wanting to get dragged into painful small talk, he simply offered his best smile before staking out the seat furthest from the coffee machine.

-- Though, come to think of it, maybe he should introduce himself first before someone else did it for him. He could never trust what one of those prats would say. So, clearing his throat, he tried his best to look suddenly more interested than he was. "I'm assuming you're the new guy?"
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[personal profile] standsonhigh 2014-07-23 10:33 pm (UTC)(link)
"I'm Harold Saxon, most call me Harry," he would have offered a hand but that seemed a little over formal for a situation like this. So, instead, he continued what he was doing to try and detract from putting any pressure on Barty. He was a nervous guy, that wasn't going to do him many favours here of all places. He learned pretty early on that he had to put his foot down hard and stand his ground in a place like this.

Or maybe that was just him? He did find life easier when everyone else knew their place.

"Bartemius Crouch, I'm sure I know that name," he remarked with a slight frown, giving Barty a curious look. Where did he -- oh, wait, now he had it. Though he very much doubted this guy was the politician who was arguing on newsnight the other day. "Nevermind, wrong person."
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[personal profile] standsonhigh 2014-07-23 11:00 pm (UTC)(link)
"Classy," Was all he offered to that, unsure what to say really. Disowning someone seemed a little extreme but he didn't know much about the circumstances so he didn't want to comment. He wasn't a fan of Crouch anyway, he tended to be a little too old fashioned for his liking, no proper charisma. How was a man like that ever going to run the country.

"Yeah, have done for a few years now. It's not a subject that attracts the attention of most young people so I make them interested," By threatening them with tests monthly and assigning homework regularly. They didn't have to like it, they just had to know it. That's all that mattered to him. "The more they know, the better they achieve. And the better I look. That's the essences of teaching, really."

Or it was to him. Enlightening and shaping young minds? Like that ever happened.
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[personal profile] standsonhigh 2014-07-26 05:43 pm (UTC)(link)
In response to the question, he shrugged with an slight smile. Well, may as well be honest about it. Harry taught for two reasons; money and the holidays. He didn't really care about young people or enlightening them. He chose this life decision for his own benefits, not theirs. "People say that because they're jealous of our holidays. People who say that have never tried to teach politics to a class of bored teenagers."
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[personal profile] standsonhigh 2014-07-23 10:40 pm (UTC)(link)
School was out, best time of the day, all the students were gone and the teachers were thinning out. Only a handful remained behind and they weren't like to wander about. Sitting on Barty's desk in his classroom, the Master sent ahead a rather simple text to bait him out of wherever he was hiding so he could come play while they had the free time.

Come to your class or I'll scribble on all your lesson plans.

No one could say he wasn't romantic. But hey, what wasn't romantic about a 'date' at a desk in a classroom. He didn't have flowers or presents but he had a key to lock the door for privacy. And a few ideas on just how they can get a bit better acquainted... and a half eaten packet of mints. Couldn't ask for more than that.
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[personal profile] standsonhigh 2014-07-26 05:27 pm (UTC)(link)
Harry just smirked proudly as he remained on the desk, proud that he could successfully lure Barty that quickly and effectively. Even if he didn't seem quite as amused as he would of liked. How else was he going to invite Barty to come play without some sort of threat. Being a normal adult? Boring.

"You're not? Well, colour me disappointed," Sliding off the desk, he leaned in Barty's personal space, looking quite obviously pleased with himself. He always did get a little glowing sensation of pride when people did what he wanted.

Part of him thought that was the only reason he became a teacher. To boss people around and exert a petty amount of authority.

"I was going to get you a collar and everything."
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[personal profile] standsonhigh 2014-07-26 05:48 pm (UTC)(link)
Barty wanted him, he was sure of that. But then, he was always very sure of himself, so whether that was just his own arrogance or whatever, he didn't know. But he was a optimist, he was sure that Barty had to. He just didn't want to openly admit it. Poor thing, did he actually think he had to be professional? Here, of all places?

"I've been teaching for years, I've earned a free pass to be unprofessional," he insisted, defiantly leaning in closer regardless of what the hand on his shoulder meant. Affection or distance, he wasn't sure, he didn't much care. He knew what he wanted and he'd try to get it. "We're technically on our own time now. We don't have to be professional."

But they could, however, make great use of that desk.
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[personal profile] standsonhigh 2014-07-26 06:14 pm (UTC)(link)
Well, well, well, someone was suddenly brave. With a slight snort, he gripped his fingers into Barty's jacket and pulled him down closer, happily removing any space between them. If Barty was going to try and push him around, he was going to pull him about, like he was about to lie back and hand over his control. Did Barty not pay attention to his lectures on why he was a teacher? Authority, power and superiority. Petty, sure, but he had rather specific wants out of life.

"Only if you want to. But I have to say, it'd ruin the mood. And it's a rather nice mood I've set," Harry boasted as he leaned up and swiftly caught Barty's lower lip gently between his teeth, pulling him into a kiss in a rather playful manner.
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[personal profile] standsonhigh 2014-07-26 06:40 pm (UTC)(link)
"Well I could of done this in mine but I thought I'd cut you some slack, give us an even playing field. A guy can't be nice any more," the sarcasm was pretty heavy in his tone as he slipped his hand onto his neck, idly playing with the few strands of hair that were within reach. He wasn't someone who was overly used to being under anyone's power or even anyone trying that, usually people just let him take the lead because he asserted himself faster than others.

Barty made quite the interesting rival. He liked that, he really did. He rarely got a challenge any more. Not that I care, of course. "I hope you cleared the desk before we started this or we're going to ruin everything."
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[personal profile] standsonhigh 2014-07-26 07:23 pm (UTC)(link)
"Aren't you mister efficiency," Harry teased as he watched Barty with amusement. What was he trying to do now? Of course, that was soon answered when it became obvious that Barty was trying to flip him around? Seriously. Unable to help himself, he laughed slightly, unable to help himself. Two men, both unyielding, trying to fuck on a desk. And one of them had to give in for it to work. Most people have this rather dumb assumption that the fucker had more control than the fuckee but really, it didn't matter that much. What matter was how you played the role.

"Turning me away? Rude. Don't you want to gaze in my dreamy eyes?" With a challenging smirk, he stood his ground, resisting for the moment. "Calling me old then expecting me to turn over like that? You're meant to ask nicely. Did romance die while I was on lunch earlier or something?"

He held himself in place for a little before longer before finally, of his own violation, turning around. Staying flushed against Barty, he ground himself backwards, rubbing against Barty's crotch to try and steer some excitement. What? If he had to face forward, half on a desk, he was going to at least frustrate him a little. "Ask nicely, like I said. Convince me I should let you instead of you letting me."
standsonhigh: (Ha!)

[personal profile] standsonhigh 2014-07-26 08:01 pm (UTC)(link)
Harry wasn't an easy man to manipulate, even when he wanted something, he wouldn't give into it. He could fight it, if he had to, he was very capable of holding himself together and he'd had years of practice under this kind of pressure. Even as Barty's stroked and fondled, he kept himself as calm and collect as he could, moving back against Barty and easily following the rhythm.. "I'm offering whatever you can earn. You don't get anything in life for free, Barty. You can't just take like that. Ask me nicely or end up disappointed."

Grinning, he tilted his head backwards as far as he could, looking at Barty from the awkward angle he was at. Hell, he himself wanted it all but it just couldn't be that easy. He wouldn't let it be that easy. "Beg for it, let me know just what you want and how much you want it. Then you can have it. Sounds easy, doesn't it?"
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[personal profile] standsonhigh 2014-07-26 08:22 pm (UTC)(link)
"What?" That definitely wasn't the reaction he'd wanted, which was kind of obvious from the confusion in his tone. This was definitely odd, he wasn't really used to people talking to him like this. He was a stubborn man and rather proud of that, actually. If he didn't want to do something, he wouldn't. Not unless he got something out of it.

"Why should I?" Harry asserted with a slight tilt of his head, hands kept in front. "You could put a little more effort in, you know? Tacking a please isn't asking nicely."
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[personal profile] standsonhigh 2014-07-26 08:38 pm (UTC)(link)
"I'm never easy," Harry insisted childishly as he turned around, pulling off his jacket as he did so and letting it just fall to the ground with little regard. When he was finally back in a position he liked, he looked down and could barely resist the new sense of pride that struck him. Being persistent paid off them. "To be fair, you're a lot more insistent than I believed. Be a good boy and one day, I'll let you tie me up. Though probably best not here."

He didn't want to get caught and branded a pervert.

Reaching down, he ran his fingers through Barty's hair, ruffling it into disarray. Undoing his top button and zipper, he let his trousers hang loosely, eyes on Barty the whole time. "How much are you willing to give then?"
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[personal profile] standsonhigh 2014-07-26 09:00 pm (UTC)(link)
"As much as you can manage to be, anyway," When it came to someone like Barty, he didn't expect miracles. When he'd first met him, he'd wrong assumed he was shyer than he was and perhaps a little bit of a push around. How wrong he'd been. And he'd very happily admit to that ignorance too.

Holding his breath as he was taken in, he gripped into Barty's hair for some sort of grounding. He didn't pull too hard, just enough to encourage him. He didn't want him to feel forced, though. He could pull back any time he wanted... though hopefully not too soon.
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[personal profile] standsonhigh 2014-07-26 10:09 pm (UTC)(link)
Wait.

What?

Seriously? Oh, well, great. Just great. With an annoyed sigh, he grabbed his trousers and resisted the urge to throw something at the prick. Definitely not someone easy to get on with, that was obvious.

"Fuck! You're an utter bastard," he yelled after Barty, frustrated and less than pleased by this outcome. He was so tempted to jerk off on Barty's table and leave it uncleaned.

Lucky for Barty, Harry had too much dignity for that.
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[personal profile] standsonhigh 2014-07-26 10:42 pm (UTC)(link)
Barty was an asshole. Why that was, Harry didn't quite know yet, all he knew was that he seemed to be a rather unstoppable one. First that whole annoying thing with the desk and now? He was hitting on Lucy. Now, he's not saying that he 'owned' Lucy exactly ... but he kind of did. She seemed to have an unstoppable crush on him and that admiration tended to make her a bit easier to manipulate. And besides, he liked her company to a degree. She was kind of fun.

Any other time, he might of missed Barty quizzing Lucy on her exceptionally bland weekend plans but today, he'd been raiding the lost and found cupboard for a missing phone a student had reported. And he could easily over hear everything.

Seriously, what an asshole.

Lucy fawned and preened, as to be expected, nattering on about some family gathering. She had told Harry the details earlier but he'd kind of phased out and stopped listening half way through. Couldn't of been that important.

"What about you, Barty? Anything you're up too?" she asked pleasantly while Harry made a point of noisily shoving stuff aside to remind her he existed back here.
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[personal profile] standsonhigh 2014-07-26 10:55 pm (UTC)(link)
Even as he said it, Harry knew where this was going. He definitely didn't like Barty much, that was obvious. At first it seemed like fun, getting to know Barty and baiting him a little, he always liked new company. But that was definitely changing the more this progressed. As he listened to Lucy altering her weekend plans for Barty, he kind of wanted to go out there and smash things.

But he didn't want Barty to know how much he was pissing him off.

"You could always come with me? It's basically like a big party so it'll be fun. If you want to anyway?"

Maybe he could find a way to get this prick fired? Wouldn't be the first time he cost someone their job.
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[personal profile] standsonhigh 2014-07-27 08:00 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh for fuck sake.

With a loud annoyed groan, the Master emerged from the lost and found cupboard, phone in hand, giving them both a disapproving look. "Doing that at reception? How professional. I do hope no parents wonder in for advise."

He doesn't even touch the kiss thing, he doesn't want to get dragged into Barty's little game unless it's entirely on his say so. This? It was baiting. And he was better than that. Even if clearly Lucy wasn't. She was completely charmed.

Rolling his eyes, he moved away from the display and towards his class. May as well return the property before he plotted revenge.
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[personal profile] standsonhigh 2014-07-27 08:15 pm (UTC)(link)
Exhaling slowly, he reminded himself that picking a fight was always a bad idea. He wasn't much of a physical man, he was better at sneak tactics and manipulation. Regardless, he still had a desire to smack Barty in the face as hard as he could.

With a small amused laugh, he turned to Barty with a twinge of a smile. Not really a nice or friendly smile either. "You should really leave me alone. No, really. Your point was made now get lost. Go forth and be a dick elsewhere. Hell, fuck Lucy if you want, I'm sure she's game. Do anything but come near me."

Because he really didn't want to start anything. Wars were such effort.