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Things Change	By : kaguyahime Category: A through F > Ender's Game Views: 3255 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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They lost.
Ender felt furious as they exited the battle area, no one said anything to him seeing the angry glow in his deep brown eyes and the tense muscles in his face and hands.
Bean watched him from the other side of the room and knew he would be in a dreadful mood for the rest of the day. One thing Ender Wiggin hated most was losing, especially to his former army.
It has all started well with them freezing five of the others with a few seconds of beginning, maybe they were too confident.
Salamander had come up with some very sneaky and clever tactics and due to having no practice the night before Dragon was caught off guard. And with the addition of two other armies coming in very quickly the battle was over and done with in no time.
Now Ender was kicking himself, he knew he should have pushed himself and scheduled a training session. Who cared if he was tired? Practice came first and with good reason, now he'd screwed up. They may still be top but it was loss he didn't want.
And when he opened the computer and saw the terse note left he felt even worse.
See Me, 6.30. M. Rackham
"Look, I doubt it's anything dreadful" Petra sighed watching Ender pace from one end of the dormitory to the other "it can't be about todays...slip, that note would have been sent before."
"It's not just that...I've got a lot on my mind and it isn't stuff I want to talk to Bean about, I don't think he'd understand."
"I know, from what you've already told me...and I don't think you're telling me everything, not that that is a bad thing" she added quickly, not wanting him to feel she was prying.
Ender didn't think that and spent a while more talking to her until class started. Nor however did he feel any better.
Maybe it was stupid, in fact it was and he knew it, when six came and went he decided to forget meeting Rackham and stay in the library until an hour after.
"I thought you may be here"
Ender started and span round, Rackham stood by the door, his voice was calm but Ender knew he was not amused.
"My office, Wiggin. Now"
Ender has no choice and sulkily followed him, he didn't offer the excuse he had forgotten since he knew Rackham wouldn't believe it.
Despite his rank Rackham's office was fairly small with only his desk and a chair which he pulled out and sat heavily. He looked at Ender evenly, his eyes bright and impossible to read.
"You know what this is about" it was a statement not a question "you've been distracted and practically useless the last few weeks. Not only that you've either been avoiding me or following me, don't think I'm not aware you were in here last night."
"Yes, Sir" Ender kept a straight face and tried to remain as impassive as his mentor however hard his heart was pounding, he knew he would have been spotted, it would all be on the cameras and yet part of him didn't care, part of him had wanted to be seen.
"Are you going to tell me why?"
"No, Sir..."
Rackham frowned
"That wasn't a request, boy"
Ender remained silent, his eyes dropping to the floor, for a time Rackham did not speak either, his gaze steady on the figure before him. The he reached out and gripped Ender's chin, forcing the boy's head up and his eyes to meet his.
"What on earth is the matter with you, Wiggin?"
"Let me go and I'll tell you...Sir"
Rackham raised an eyebrow at being given a order by a fourteen year old but complied
"Well?"
Ender hesitated for a second then as quick and light as an elf stepped forward and kissed his teachers lips, long enough to savour the scent he wore. He stepped back stiffly, his body tensed as he awaited his reaction.
None came, Rackham remained motionless but his eyes were fixed on emptiness, lost in thought. After the longest few seconds Ender had ever endured he spoke, his voice was soft and slow
"So...this is where my efforts have got me, I thought I had made you detest me"
"I think is what made me want you even more..." Ender replied just as quietly "I've felt this way for a while and, according to the others, there are things to learn...and I want to learn them from you, Sir." Ender knew what he wanted to say but as he did it sounded wrong and confused.
Rackham leant back in his chair, his gaze never leaving Ender's
"What make you think I know anything? It would be safer for you to walk away now and save your questions for others."
"Sir..."
"I mean it, Wiggin"
"No" Ender's voice was raised and defiant "maybe you think you can order me and I'll walk away but not this time! I won't go...and I think your reaction or lack of one means you're holding back your own feelings."
Rackham leapt to his feet and Ender closed his eyes and waited for a slap that never came, instead, when he opened them, he found Rackham had turned away and was leaning against the desk lost in thought again.
"S...sir?"
"You're fourteen, Wiggin..."
"So?" Rackham glanced round, how could a boy so bright be so ignorant? He put it down to typical teenage petulance.
"So it is illegal under most, if not all, rulings"
"We're not on earth though, those rules haven't been made yet" Rackham had no reply to that and jut willed himself to keep his composure, not sure if it was annoyance or something else that made his blood warmer and his heart quicken its pace.
"You look tense, Sir" Ender smiled strangely
"I'm always tense, now go..."
"Not yet" He stepped forward, close enough for his uniform to touch his teachers, his dark brown eyes fixed on Rackham's, an odd glint sparkling there. Slowly he knelt down and his nimble fingers flicked open the button and zip on the others pants.
Rackham stiffened, he sought to find the right words but none would come and his voice seemed to have vanished, as if he wanted it to.
Instead his breath became uneven as his student gently caressed his phallus, hardening it even more. Finally a low groan escaped as Ender began to tease with his tongue whilst stroking the shaft lightly.
"Where...the hell did you learn this, Wiggin?" Rackham finally managed to stutter, his knuckles turning white as he gripped the desk.
"Petra" Ender said pausing "caught her a few days ago, she said it was from some ancient movie her dad has. Suppose I should have said something but I'd scared her enough and I had other things to do anyway" he went back to his demonstration.
"Wiggin, stop!" Rackham raised his voice just enough to not draw attention from elsewhere. Ender sat back, it was a tone of voice he hadn't heard from his teacher before, one that was mixed with confusion and panic.
"You know I've thought everything through, Sir" Ender said as Rackham hastily buttoned his fly "I've done the same as I would in battle, my main obstacle was your response."
"I should report you to Colonel Graff and get you thrown out with your tail between your legs after trying to explain to your team why" he caught hold of Ender's collar and yanked him to his feet "but I'm not, you are unfortunately too valuable to lose...nor am I going to continue this here."
A frustrated frown appeared on Ender's forehead and after an awkward pause Rackham continued even though he had a feeling it was against his better judgement.
"We can talk more in my room; I refuse to have anyone walk in this sort of discussion"
Ender refrained from the childish urge to jump for joy and instead gave an attempt at a mock salute.
"Lead the way, Sir..."
They walked in silence; Ender keeping a few paces behind, Rackham's hands were clasped behind his back, his nails digging into his palms. He hadn't a clue why he was doing this, he could say 'no' and send him out from his office. But his mind obviously had decided differently and it was best to go along with it.
He paused for a second where the corridor split, making sure they were alone before allowing Ender to follow him into the teachers' quarters.
Once in his room he closed the door ad locked it quietly, still bemused at what he was doing. Ender looked around; the room was a similar size and small style as the dormitory but the extra space was taken up by a desk and bookcase filled with precisely arranged files and manuals. A door to the right led off to a small shower room.
He looked back at Rackham who stood with arms folded and eyes elsewhere, Ender decided to break the almost painful silence since it was apparent Rackham was not going to.
"You're still too tense...request permission to suck your cock again?"
"I've always hated that term" Rackham replied flatly "but fine, my 'cock' is all yours but that is as far as it goes."
He sat stiffly on the edge of the bed, tensing even more as Ender knelt before him
'You'll give in' Ender thought, running his tongue over the already stiffening organ, tracing tiny circles over the tip with his index finger 'you brought me here.'
Rackham swore under his breath and try as he might his body began to betray him. Ender suddenly found himself dragged up by his collar, his lips connected his Rackham's. Ender pushed his tongue to meet the others, wanting to deepen the kiss as much as he could.
With his free hand Rackham deftly traced Ender's shirt undoing the buttons, he released the collar and moved his lips to Ender's throat, gently nipping the sensitive skin.
Ender shrugged the shirt to the floor and kicked it away
"You should have more respect for you uniform, boy" Rackham noted, pausing for a second
"I don't care about that, just don't stop"
"I have no intention of stopping just yet"
He made no objection as Ender climbed onto the bed next to him
"Don't..." Ender complained as Rackham once again fastened his pants
"You've seen enough"
"I want to see all of you" Rackham made no reply "at least take the top half off?"
When he still said nothing Ender reached out and began to fiddle and undo the buttons, with lightening reflex Rackham caught hold of his hand.
"What did I just say, Wiggin?"
Ender felt his temper rise slightly
"You said nothing, Sir" he said boldly "besides, whatever you do say it is clear you want this as much as me, you're easier to read than you think but in denial of having any emotion except indifference. Me bringing them out scares you..."
Rackham's eyes glittered dangerously but he listened closely as Ender continued, moving closer as he did.
"You managed to get yourself into a

trap, you must want something more or you would have reported me in seconds" he rested his hand on the others shoulder.
"I should have known you'd figure that out" Rackham said finally, covering Ender's hand with his own "but what I want is surely not worth the repercussions it would have on both you and me if anyone found out, more on myself."
"No one will find out, I don't speak to the others that much...and I want to see if you have any other neat tattoos" Ender added with a small grin.
"I don't" but he undid his jacket anyway and although Ender expected nothing less he was still blown away by the toned and muscular upper body. Rackham moved his hand down to his crotch and gently massaged the swollen area.
Ender whimpered and gently pulled him down on him, as his probing became more intimate Ender found Rackham seemed to know his body better than himself. Each time he knew where to touch for a reaction.
He made no more objections about disrobing and soon both uniforms were in a crumpled mess on the floor.
Ender trembled as Rackham lifted his leg and fingered the entrance with a cold finger
"for once I'm not going to make you do anything you don't want to, tell me to stop and I will"
"The gel is cold, that's all" Ender said, his voice shaky "I want to feel you close, as close as you can possibly get"
"I thought you'd say that...but I don't have anything got put on the end" he pushed in another finger
"Why do you have gel then?" Ender asked then paused as Rackham raised an eyebrow "oh...got it."
"Onto your knees" Rackham commanded with a sigh, Ender obeyed willingly his heart fluttering "this will hurt."
"I don't care, I'm used to hurting"
Even so, if Rackham hadn't covered his mouth, his cry of pain would probably have caused some alarm and unwanted attention.
"Just fuck me senseless" Ender groaned gripping hold of his hand tightly "I'll forget it then"
"Watch your language, boy" With his free hand he took hold of Ender's own hardness and squeezed gently, Ender trembled and climaxed with a slight cry. Rackham increased his thrusts and with one final push finished, filling his body with warmth.
He sat back, an awkward, tight expression materialized
"I...have to take a shower" he said brusquely
"Can I join you?"
"It would hardly matter if I said no anyway" Rackham retorted, grabbing a towel from the closet.
As the warm water fell Ender wrapped his arms round Rackham's waist, leaning lightly against him
"We can't allow this to happen again, Wiggin" Rackham said quietly
"Because of your other bed mate?" Ender answered pettily "who is it anyway?"
"I don't have to tell you everything"
"You don't tell me anything!" Ender thought he heard Rackham chuckle
"No, it's not that, what has happened was highly inappropriate..." His voice trailed away
"It's not anyone in my army or Salamander is it?" Ender pressed, his curiosity getting in the way of common sense.
"No! You are the first...and will be the last under aged person, because" he moved Ender's arm and turned to face him "like it or not you are still a child, easy it is to forget when you are treated as a miniature adult."
"You know I won't be worn down without a fight, you yourself taught me that."
"My teaching is backfiring somewhat..." Rackham wrapped the towel round his waist and returned to the bedroom "you'd best get dressed and return to your quarters."
"Can't I stay with you tonight? I don't mean to argue but what if someone saw?"
"You've been arguing with me all night" Rackham looked at the clock; half past midnight, his gaze travelled back to Ender, for the first time in a long while he looked exhausted "fine you can stay."
Ender crawled under the covers, not minding that he seemed childlike, as Rackham lay next to him he moved closer and rested his head on his chest, soothed by his teachers heartbeat and the way he absent mindedly ran his fingers through his hair.
"I wanted you to finish in my mouth...maybe you will next time"
"I thought I had established there won't be a next time" Ender smiled to himself knowingly and drifted into sleep.
The dreams returned but this time they were darker. He was home, playing a game with his family. Peter stood up, malice in his eyes and threw the dice into the air.
They landed: 666
As Ender watched his family transformed, half demon, half bugger.
And it was Valentine who lunged at his throat...
Half awake Ender thrashed, he rolled over and clung onto his teacher and felt a warm hand gently stroke his face.
"Hush lad..." a soft New Zealand accent spoke, knowing the torment dreams could cause, then everything was dark once more.
He awoke with a start when the clock read five. Rackham was perched o the end of the bed dressing, he glanced toward him briefly.
"You need to get back" was all he said
"Is that it then?"
"What more do you want me to say?"
"I want you to admit to what I already know; that you want this again, it was obvious when I kissed you...I want to know more and I want you to teach it."
"No wonder people think you're older then you actually are"
"I won't act any different or tell anyone...they don't need to know about any 'extra' lessons" he said with a small grin.
Rackham sighed and shook his head "we'll see, boy, we'll see..."
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