companion boarding school AU for alex

[When Gon had first been taken to the Zoldyck Boarding Academy, Gon was, least to say, not pleased. in fact, he was literally dragged in kicking and screaming.

Gon knew about Companions, of course. everyone did. it was a respectable, lofty position, and close to no one was truly qualified for the job—one of the wealthiest positions one could get in the world. It required more than beauty and skill in sex (though both could not be done without)—it required culture. A full and well-rounded education; from academia; to the arts; the world itself; politics; psychology... The last of which the most important. It required you to be able to read people very well, to know of their wants without the client not having to name them unless they fancied doing so... and most importantly, to stay safe. That was why self defense and martial training was required as well—to keep the body healthy, and to keep the student, and later, Companion, safe. And there was a coveted grace to fighting well, just as there was to dancing. All required teachings.

And for the most part, people weren't verklempt of the opportunity to attend a school as lofty as this one. Of an already immeasurably elite career class, this school was the best of the best. Elite among elite. Unfathomable riches to attend.

Most of all, unfortunately, to be a five star Companion—one had to start young. And because of that, it was rare that anyone attended the Zoldyck school older than the age of 13; they didn't keep anyone past the age of 21 (or very rarely), and they also didn't believe in putting time into what they would perceive to be failures. It was constant education, starting with basic sexual and psychological education for the youngest, into more advanced sexual and psychological theory. The beginning practice age for the physical application of these years of studying was 15.

Which was the age that Gon is when he was gracelessly thrust into all this.

Having been searching for his father, traveling with a wealthy natural scientist named Kite in part to pursue his passion but also in pursuit of finding his father (to whom Kite had a distant connection), Gon was abruptly and forcibly taken from his charge. Because of their boundless wealth and power, the Zoldyck's assumed legal custody of Gon through their business estate, and even Kite hadn't the funds—much less the power— to stop it. Much less did Gon's adoptive mother, when she soon after got the news from Kite.

Apparently, that father Gon had been in pursuit of, Ging Freecss, had landed Gon, who was so out of place, into this situation. He'd maneuvered some fast-thinking on the Zoldyck's, which was 1) impossible and 2) impossible to take kindly. But Ging was elusive even to their powers that were, so this was the best compromise. A hostage situation, Gon at first surmised, thinking the Zoldyck's would be in for a sorry surprise when they found Ging would be too indifferent to pay of the ransom if the news even found him...

But five steps ahead of Gon, it seemed the Zoldyck's had already thought of that. Instead, they were content to simply keep Gon. And to train him from the ground up, with extra attention (read: force) to get him up to snuff, years behind as he was. And when he was a fledged Companion, he would work to pay his debt... and unless he could gain the cryptid illusory slipperiness of his father without working another 15 years to get it, Gon would likely not be able to escape them.

But that didn't mean he didn't try, one or nine times. And he'd been apprehended every time, to the point where Gon got a bit of a buzz of a reputation. First of all, it was strange that he was brought here at practicing age, without base education through his pre-adolescence—not completely unheard of, but rare enough to basically be a tall tale on its own, but second of all, Gon was wild. From biting his instructors to trying to climb out windows, he quickly gained the reputation of being an animal. Feral Freecss, a proper progeny to his father's reputation among those who even knew of him.

After a couple of weeks, Gon seemed to resign himself (unhappily) to his strange fate. It wasn't that he had any disrespect for the job, or aversion to sex itself—but he never thought any of those things would occur on terms that weren't his own, nor was it even a thing he really had interest in. And there he was, being cram-coursed on how to expertly execute sex acts, flushing and scowling with mortification every time and sinking petulantly in his seat.

Worse, there was the mandatory...well. It had to start somewhere, didn't it? Students usually had a few months of break-in eventually tied with practice, with a practiced Companion. The Companion wasn't usually someone who worked for the school, but alumni, typically. Gon had been enlisted a Comfort Companion given his ornery nature, and he hated how effective of a choice that'd been. He was assigned a woman too sweet to berate or to take his anger and discomfort out on—and students were given generous time with their firsts. Gon had an entire evening and morning, from sunset to sunrise.

Most of their time together had been the woman laying beside him as Gon crossed his arms and crossly scowled at the lavish drapery that decorated the canopy of the bed, all done in sagging, expensive and imported throws and shawls. The woman, on her belly, had talked to him quite candidly about the business, her own experiences... and Gon hated that he knew it was her job, but that she was successfully plying him, putting him at ease. He eventually opened up, asking her questions about her specialty class, and found he didn't totally disagree with it. He didn't disagree with the job at all, but complained at length about the Zoldycks. She explained he'd be set for life, and Gon shot back tiredly he already was.

He was happy, or so he thought. He was pretty sure he was.

Eventually, she got through to him enough to sort of cuddle, which his body responded to naturally—given his climate, Gon hadn't been all too pressed or enthusiastic about relieving his morning needs, so her bare body had quickly awoken its neediness. Her touches were as gentle as her voice, but shockingly efficient—it wasn't long before she'd brought him along to orgasm with a careful, skillful hand, and by then, Gon was ready. They did a lot of different things, took breaks to chat, hydrate and snack on annoyingly pretentious hors devours... and by the end of it, when she jokingly asked him if it was so bad, Gon had simply blinked and told her "no," as if much to his own surprise.

He then realized all he really needed was someone to spend some time with. Some human contact, some understanding. This entire school was full of incredibly rich, incredibly callous people who'd been probably primed for this for far longer than their enrollment... and this was the first time someone had just talked to him, earnestly coaxing out his feelings, and providing some...

Well, comfort.

Gon felt sort of dazed, after that—he'd never anticipated he'd lose his virginity that way, but then supposed he didn't really know how he would have lost it anyway, or if he actually cared. He was just the type of person that when something was taken out of his control that he'd be angry about it, regardless of what would have happened otherwise.

But, decidedly, he felt less... pissed off. Getting laid would often do that for a teenaged boy. And while he still was a little resentful, he realized that had little to do with the staff, or his classmates... so having exhausted all other attempts, Gon decided to put his head down and... er, well, put his head down. In other ways.

Companions in training were required to fill out a basic questionnaire before their first time; to name their type, and their orientation... Gon, not knowing shit about fuck, had simply written in "I don't really care" and selected "heterosexual." The type of Companion assigned to them for their "deflowering" (for lack of a better term here) was up to the Academy itself, and usually a flawless choice. Students were of course allowed to update their dossiers as they learned more about their own preferences through their practices; they could rescind their sexual preference for another, or update their types, or their hard nos. Based on his experience with that woman, Gon decided he'd study Comfort. And then there were more than a few bodies after that, all for the purpose of testing Gon on his material he was catching up on. They in part instructed him as well, and all actually had glowing reviews for Gon—even citing that they'd be happy to work with him again, when permitted.

Indeed, once Gon finally decided to put his mind to it, he was... well, a good lay. When it came to tactile things, like dance, martial practice or sex, it seemed Gon was a quick learner—excelling ahead of even his more veteran, gold star peers. But everything else required a lot of work—Gon was basically the Academy's version of a jock, and only had such success in sex and bonding because of his innate charisma, understanding of romance, and animal instinct—which he already had a reputation for, much to his embarrassment. The more worldly aspect of being a Companion was where Gon dragged far behind—at least, outside of natural sciences and all things pertaining. So if he got a client who cared about that kind of thing or wanted to have a hearty spar before their main event, he'd be a dream come true. That was about it.

Not for a lack of trying, though. Even now, Gon is studying—he's been eating his lunch while having his head sort of stuffed in a book, trying to grind some history text into his brain that simply does not want to go in. Other students seem intrigued by Gon, and he's even made a few friends... But for right now, he's sitting alone—and it's clearly on purpose, sequestered off to some corner of one of the many ornate courtyards of the school, scrunched up at the corner of some bench beneath the shade of some wax-leafed tree.

Gon's hope was to get so good at this stuff he could just graduate early, work hard to pay off the debt, or escape once he was working formally... but proper, normal schooling was way harder than finding the way to give someone have a good orgasm.]