Okay, Academy brats! Here's the first chapter to 'Sang Learns To Be Shared'. The first version was taking down due to mature content. Though I don't know why, seeing as I had warned everyone about it BEFORE every chapter. Unless someone reported it... Then, if that is what happened, I sincerely want to tell you to screw yourself because I put a lot of work into writing it! So what if I didn't writing The Academy series, I put my heart into writing this fanfiction.
*Based on C.L. Stone's Ghost Bird Series (One-shots for all nine boys, some story line. Based loosely in The Other Side Of Envy.)*
Anyway, time for the Disclaimer.
A/N: I do not own The Academy Series, nor the characters. If I did, I would make then a little more... touchy-feely, a little more BOW-CHICA-WOW-WOW. *Blushes bright red and hides*
WARNINGS: This story has nonagon-ic relationships between Sang and her nine boys (Owen Blackbourne, Dr. Sean Green, Nathan Griffin, Dakota 'Kota' Lee, Gabriel Coleman, Lucian 'Luke' Taylor, North Taylor, Silas Korba, and Victor Morgan) and Bi-sexual sex. RATED-M. IF YOU CAN NOT DIG, DON'T READ.
INJOY~! SINDER-CHAR~!
"Place your fingers here, Miss Sorenson." Mr. Blackbourne's breath touched the crest of my head as he spoke. His palm crested my elbow and smoothed up to my shoulder, angling my arm just right. The violin in my hand shook like a leaf in the breeze, just like the rest of my body.
My heart was beating so hard, I was sure he would hear it over the Vivaldi piece playing across the room. "L-Like this?" I questioned, trying to focus on the lesson. That was the least I could do at the moment.
With the bomb threat's Mr. McCoy had terrorized the school with over, and Volto in hiding, the Academy boy's had decided to go back to the original plan; blend in and wait it out. Thus, I was stuck in my 4th period Violin lesson with Mr. Blackbourne. It wouldn't have been so bad, hanging out with the sculpted-in-marble man, if it wasn't for the fact I had so many other things on my mind. He was a God, not as tall as Silas but he was all broad shoulders and flexing arms, and it was becoming very hard to concentrate with him touching me.
It was harmless- just to show me how to place my arms and how to get the right sound, but I still had that fluttery, quake in my core that I had felt countless other times with the boys. When Nathan kissed me, when Silas caressed the spot right below my bellybutton, at North's bite, Gabriel washing my hair...
My leg's shook, buckling under my weight.
Mr. Blackbourne caught me around the waist, I clutched the Violin's neck tighter so I didn't drop it. "Miss Sorenson?" Blackbourne's tone wasn't as cool as it normally was as he lower me to my knees. "Are you alright?"
I mumbled incoherently as I set the instrument down. "Yes," I breathed, pressing a hand that wasn't holding me up to my stomach. "Just-Just lost my footing."
His gray silken eyes met my own, a hand pressed to one cheek, the other checking my forehead for a fever. "You don't seem sick. Are you sure it was just a misplaced foot?"
I couldn't help but mumble again. He was just so handsome. His frowning lips tugged, but not into that millimeter smile I'd always loved to see on him. None-the-less, Blackbourne was still perfect in his charcoal gray suit, loafers, and maroon silk tie. Even the day's worth of stubble on his arching jaw was perfection. I lifted my hand, thumb rubbing at the crest of his cheek like the boys did to me, feeling the soft skin. I'd started to look the feel of their course hair on my finger tips, it contrasted with his pail skin. I lifted slightly to wipe away a stray eyelash just under his soft gray eyes. He closed the one I was closest too, but didn't move away.
"Miss Sorenson?" He questioned.
I'd heard him perfectly fine, but still, I didn't look anywhere other then the line my thumb was making across his cheek. I leaned in, my fingers pressing his cheek to turn slightly, and I pressed my lips against his cheek, close to his ear. "Owen," I don't know what evil force pushed me into doing something so stupid; I'd never even touched Mr. Blackbourne like I had in that moment.
I pulled back, taking my hand away from his face. He was still looking the direction I had angled his face, but both his eyes were closed, his lips slightly parted. I looked down at my hands that held me up as I kneel on the carpet of Music Room B, too afraid to look at him any longer. I could feel the heavy weight of his gaze on me, then.
"Miss Sorenson," It was more of a statement then a question this time.
I shook my head, my face burning hot. "I'm sorry, Mr. Blackbourne! I didn't mean- well, I did mean to, but-"
"Miss Sang." Blackbourne's voice seemed to boom across the room. I jumped just from the sound of it.
He was angry with me. I hated to think that he would give me the cold gaze he did Mr. McCoy or Principal Hendricks just because of a kiss on the cheek. I had done it so many times with Luke and Kota, and the others I hadn't even thought. And now he was going to yell, tell me leave, or make Nathan kick me out of his house. He'd tell Kota what I had done and they'd all hate me for doing something so stupid.
I pulled back, the feeling of his hand touching my cheek was like fire. "I'm sorry!" I cried again. Desperately hanging onto the tears that threatened to spill down my cheeks.
Mr. Blackbourne shifted, I could hear it since my eyes were squeezed tightly shut, and once again his fingers found my face. This time, he cupped my cheek and didn't let me back out of his grasp. I was frozen in place, fear of the consequences of what I had done glued my tongue to the roof of my mouth.
"Miss Sang," He murmured, his hot breath ghosting across the shell of my ear. "Please look at me."
I shook my head viciously. If I seen the look on his face, I'd cry.
That's when I felt it, just the slight warmth of his face on my collarbone. "Mr. Taylor bites' you to calm you down, yes? Would it work if I did the same?"
My breath caught in my throat. Just the thought of North's teeth on my neck had me a pile of goo on the ground. My eyes had popped open, and I found Mr. Blackbourne's smug millimeter smile right in front of my face. "You-You tricked me?"
"I would have liked to call it more of a bluff then a trick, Miss. Sang." He pressed up his glasses by the bridge. "But you wouldn't have met my eyes any other way, right?"
I pursed my lips. He was right. "I'm sorry, Mr. Blackbourne, I didn't do it to make you angry, I-I just..."
"I understand, Miss. Sorenson." Mr. Blackbourne got to his feet. "You did what you would do if you were around any of the other boys. They've been teaching you some very bad habit's, I see."
I watched him from my knees. "You, um, didn't like it, then?" The question slipped from my lips before I could think.
"Oh no," Blackbourne said. "I was waiting for the day you'd take the hint and make a move. I just wasn't expecting it so... sudden."
"You were waiting?"
My eyes locked with his out sideways, that smug millimeter smile was back. "For weeks, Miss. Sorenson."
Remaining quiet, I pressed my lip to my teeth with a finger. Weeks, he says. It seemed impossible! Who in their right mind would have wanted someone so broken as I? Someone who's mother died before getting to know them. Someone locked in a closet by her stepmother. Someone who's father left her for another family. Someone-
Blackbourne took me under the arms, pulling me to my feet as if I were a rag doll. "Do not look like that, Miss. Sorenson. Don't look so lost."
"But I-"
He shook his head, a hand coming to graze my cheek again. "Would you like me to show you how wanted you are?"
Not understanding, I nodded my head. It seemed to be the only thing I could do, my voice wouldn't work.
Mr. Blackbourne leaned down, both hands tilting my head up. Lips met my own, and after so long of kissing North, Luke, and Gabriel, my lips parted and moved in sync with Blackbourne's out of habit. Those wiggly-sparks settled into my stomach like usual, and I leaned into his hands.
The only intelligible thing I could think of was; Mr. Blackbourne WAS KISSING ME.
His lips slid from mine only a moment later- feeling like an eon and shorter then a second all at once. "Sang," He whispered, kissing lines from my chin to my brow. The quake in my belly became sparks.
"Owen," I couldn't help it, I'd never called him that before, but at the moment I couldn't think of calling him anything else. "What, um, what are you," He shushed me, hands shifting down my shoulders, past my arms, and with a squeeze to my hands, he took my by the hips and shifted me backwards. All while his mouth claimed mine once again.
His head tilted, deepening, tongue finding my lips to glide over them. I opened my mouth, ready to hand over everything, but he didn't enter. His muscles caressed my lips, dipping into the corner of my mouth, then shifted to make a small trail of hot kisses to my neck, licking and sucking. My lower back hit the piano, his arms trapping me against it.
"Do you believe your wanted here, with us, Sang?" He whispered. I couldn't answer, even if I wanted to I was in joying his wicked movements across the shell of my ear too much to care about anything logical. "If you don't tell me in the next ten seconds, I'll show you how much you are. Understand, Sang?"
I think I mumbled something under the purring in my throat. He nipped once at my voice box, before kissing a trail to my ear. When one of his hands found it's way under my blouse on my hip, I just about missed his words. "Let me show you how much I want you, Sang."
I let out a hot breath against his neck. "Owen," Best I could do in the situation I was in.
His chest rumbled against mine, his lips twitching against my cheek. The man was enjoying my helplessness! Blackbourne's hands continued their exploration against my stomach, back and hips. His mouth found mine once again, this time, his tongue intertwined with mine without much effort on my part.
My hands, which had been on Owen's shoulders, slipped up his neck and tangled into his hair. I tugged a few strands of the silky tresses, urging him to do more, kiss me harder. Mr. Blackbourne didn't let me down. His hands slipped down under my butt, lifting me en tell I was sitting fully on the black wood of the piano. On my perch, I was just as tall as Owen was.
His hands met my skin again, tugging my shirt higher, en tell I felt his fingers on the underside of my bra. "Mr. Blackbourne-"
"Owen, Sang," He growled, taking his lips away from mine. "We've already come this far, don't shy away from me now."
He tugged my shirt up and over my head, throwing up somewhere across the room. "Ah!" I cried out, trying to cover up what little covered my breasts. Damn Gabriel and his insistence for more Victoria Secret shopping spree's.
Owen Blackbourne lifted his gaze away from my pail belly, his gray eyes melting mettle. "Do you want to continue, Sang? If you say no right now, I'll step away."
The thought of his stepping away where other then closer had my heart breaking. With minds of their own, my arms rounded his shoulders and pulled him into my body. His breath shuttered out against my shoulder, and breathlessly, he chuckled, rapping his own around my waist. "I-I-I don't want you to... to stop, Owen. Please, please, don't go."
"Good girl, Sang," Owen smoothed over my thighs, spreading my legs so he could slip in between them. They when trailed up to my bra. Like ice, I shivered, digging my face into his shoulder. "Now lift your arms above your head, Sang, and close your eyes. If you open them, I'll have to punish you, okay?"
"Punish?" I asked, but did as he said anyway, by raising my hands over my head and closing my eyes tight. I shook as I felt his hands slip behind me, fiddling with my lacy pink bra en tell it fell loose, but with my arms clasped in fists over my head, it didn't fall to the floor. I had the urge to cover myself again, but I was too scared to do it- thinking of the punishment he spoke about.
"Punishment, my dear girl," Owen breathed in my ear, tugging my bra straps up my arms. "Is anything I feel I need to do to get you to stay in line. It could just be a stern reminder to keep your eyes shut and hands above your head,"
I breathed a light sigh. "That doesn't seem so bad."
"Or it could be your ass being paddled." He said sternly.
I stiffened, not noticing what his hands were doing with the lace material en tell it was pulled tight against my wrists. Had-Had Owen Blackbourne really just tied my hands with my own bra?
Apparently he had, since I couldn't tug them away from one another. I started to lower my hands, thinking maybe if I pulled them length-wise, they'd come undone. I hadn't even thought about it en tell Mr. Blackbourne's voice harshly entered my ear. "Keep. Them. Up."
Like a slingshot, my hands went straight up again. What made it worse, was the fact I could honestly feel Owen's heated gaze on my breast's as the movement bounced them. A hot puff of air found my over-sensitive mound a moment-eon later, followed by the sinfully hot mouth that I was just dyeing to have everywhere.
I arched my back as the tingly feeling in my stomach went from sparks to a fire. I let out a noise I hadn't thought I could make, and it made my cheeks tint- if it was even possible to make them any more red- when I felt the older man smirk against my skin.
He nipped, sucked, rolled, and pinched both of my breasts one at a time, each movement so much more then I had ever felt before. I arched into his touch, moaning encouragement to do something, anything to curve the ache that pitted itself into my stomach.
"Owen!" I cried, my fingers lacing into his hair after one painfully-pleasure-filled bite.
Blackbourne pulled away, hand yanking my arms into the air once again as something slapped my thigh enough to sting. I squeaked, but not in pain. A tingle went from the spot he had slapped straight to the place in between my legs. If his hips weren't in the way, I would have tried rubbing my legs together to search for some release. "What did I say, Sang? Keep them up, or I'll do something much worse."
I whimpered, nodded my head. My eyes still hadn't opened, and I wondered what he would do if I had. "I..." I swallowed hard. "Owen, I feel weird..."
"How do you feel weird, Miss. Sorenson?" He used his teacher voice, but I guessed by the slight height in the tone he was just playing with me. His fingers didn't stop twisting at my nipple, the other palming roughly. "Explain."
"I feel hot," I said. I knew what it meant to be turned on, I had read a few romance books before, but the heat I felt was different then what the woman in them had described. "Something in my stomach tingles, too."
I breath was released against my neck. "Sang," He said lowly. "I'm going to pull your hands down, and I'm going to show you something, but you are not to open your eyes. Do you understand?"
I whimpered again, thoughts streaming threw my head, that fire burned hot. "Yes, Mr. Blackbourne." I heard something gangling, the sound of fabric on fabric, then a muffled thump somewhere far off in the room. Foot steps echoed away, then the sound of a hinged snapping, and Owen was in front of me once again.
He took my bound hands in one of his larger ones, engulfing my own, and brought it down past my knees. My figures slid past something hot and hard. Then my palm became wet as it met the same thing. I rapped my hand around it out of curiosity, only to draw back when I heard a quick in hail of breath from my teacher, he let it out with a deep-throated groan. "I'm-I'm sorry!" I called. "Did I squeeze to hard?"
"No," Mr. Blackbourne said after a minute. "No, you were fine. Five month's is a very long time to have no contact with a woman, is all."
I swallowed. "Five months?"
"Yes Sang," Blackbourne tugged my hands once again, but didn't force me to touch him again. I took the invitation and reached to rap my fingers around his length. I slowly inched my fingers up and down, like I had heard to do. "This is what happens to a man when they feel what your feeling now."
"What... What's it feel like?" I asked, biting my lip. I didn't stop my movements with my hand, but talking helped me build up courage.
Blackbourne didn't speak for a long while. But he kissed me once on the cheek, then spoke lowly in my ear again. "Like a heart flutter. Like my blood warms and everything outside feels cold. Like I need that person that made me feel to hot right at that moment." I had meant what sex felt like, but every word he breathed into my ear sounded like pure seduction, sending that fire into a bomb-fire. "I feel that for you. I need you Sang, not just now, but always. We all need you."
"I..." I swallowed, finding myself in harsh need to water. For my throat and to douse myself in. "I want you too, Mr. Blackbourne. I want to stay with all of you. Luke, Kota, North, Nathan, Dr. Green, Gabriel, Silas, and you."
I hadn't noticed I stopped moving my hand en tell Owen's length twitched in my grasp. "Do you understand what that means at this moment, Sang?" He asked. In all the time I had known Mr. Blackbourne, I had never heard him sound so... defeated.
"I... Yes," I made myself sit as tall as I could with my hands still on his penis. "I understand what it means. And-And I want you to do it!" I did want him. I wanted all of him, I wanted his lips, his body, his love.
Blackbourne's lips crashed against mine as he lifted my hands back over my head. His hands trailed down my sides, kicking up heat along their path. His lips left mine to take up a nipple in his mouth.
Hands met my shorts, and I jerked backwards as Owen tugged at them. He undid the button, and tugged them down my legs once I was fully on my back. My pantie's had gone with them. "Owen," I murmured, wanting desperately to move my hands to cover everything- anything, he would let me.
As if reading my mind, Owen growled. "Keep them up. I don't want you hiding your beauty from me."
My heart leaped in my chest. Owen had called me beautiful, and he sounded like he truly meant it. "Owen," Tears welled behind my eyelids.
Blackbourne leaned himself over my prone form, I could feel is chest- covered only by a thin shirt- and his naked hips on my open thighs. "Understand, Sang, that I do love you. The boy's, they love you too. Each of us has feelings for you, and I want you to know just because you do this with me, doesn't mean I'm keeping you from doing it with them. We're opened about everything, you- though are not an object- can be shared between us, equally."
I didn't say anything, but I nodded my head. Truly understanding what he was getting at. Maybe it wasn't normal, but I loved them. And I knew the boy's loved me. They'd share my love as I knew that they would share their own feelings of brotherhood even though I would be the one thing that was torn between all nine of them.
"Good, Sang," He whispered, kissing my eyelids. I suspected he was trying to get me to stop crying like a baby, and I let him pepper my face with the sweet kissed that told me what had come from his lips many times before. We kissed once more, softly, sweetly, on the lips before he backed away. "I'm going to make you feel really nice, just relax, okay?"
I hummed as he grabbed hold of my thighs and spread them apart even more then before, dragging me forwards so my butt just barely started slipping off the piano. His fingers skittered across the skin right below my belly button as he kissed the inside of my leg, teasing the underside of my knee on one side.
"Your beautiful," He breathed against my mound. "Your beautiful, Sang."
Something wet and warm touched my folds, sliding from one end to the next. I jumped, but with Owens hands on my legs, I didn't move very far. "Owen, what-" He swiped his tongue back down, sliding between my slick heat once, before pulling back. I moaned, reaching down to grip Owen's hair and tug him back to the place I really needed him.
"Miss Sorenson," He said in a scolding tone. His hand found where his tongue had once been, and his finger entered me. I couldn't help myself, I screamed as loud as I could with my scarred throat, and started moaning again when he started to pump. It wasn't hard, but it was quenching the need I had for him at that moment.
Then it struck me. The reason he wanted it so slow, was because he knew it wouldn't help me find release. This was punishment.
"Please, Mr. Blackbourne," I tried to sound meek threw the noise I was making. "Please, do..." I trailed off. I didn't actually know what I was begging for, I just knew I needed him to do something about the ache in my core that twisted every time he moved.
"'Please' what, Miss. Sorenson." Blackbourne said. "Tell me what you want."
I shook my head, feeling his gaze on my face. "I-I don't know, Owen!"
Another finger entered me. Stretching, pumping into me with vigor, without giving me anything more then slight shivers. Owen's breath hit my wet heat, goosebumps streaked my arms at the feeling. He stuck out his tongue, taking long swipes from his still-moving fingers to my nub that sparked the fire hotter inside me. I moaned, head rolling to stifle the sound in my bicep. "Tell me, Miss. Sorenson. What do you want me to do to you?"
I'd heard Gabriel say it so many times before, I hadn't really thought before screaming it out loud. "Fuck me!" And instantly regretted it when Owen completely pulled away from me. "I'm sorry," My voice was weak, afraid once again he would be angry with my actions. "I didn't mean to-"
"You did Sang," I opened my eyes to see Mr. Blackbourne lean over me. His eyes locked with mine, not quite the steel gray they usually were, but more of a heated steel melting just for me. His hand came up, slapping down on my thigh once, before his hand trailed up to my breast. "Close your eyes."
I snapped them shut again, nails digging into my palms at the loss of such a sexy sight of Owen on top of me. I felt him move between my legs again, but this time, it wasn't his fingers that entered me. I hadn't thought that Mr. Blackbourne was that large, but my inability to see had made myself a poor judge. I cried out my discomfort, but was soon swallowed by Owen as he kissed me. Long and soft.
He showed me just how much pain my pain was causing him. How sorry he was for causing it. When I kissed him back, I hoped it showed how much I didn't blame him for it. The pain I was feeling was much worse then kneeling on rice, but it was something I would go threw a thousand times, as long as I got to share this feeling of fullness with each of them in turn.
"Owen," I whispered once his tongue stopped making sparks fill my belly. The teacher took the hint, he slowly pulled out, sheathing himself again and again en tell the fire in my core re-started and I no longer felt discomfort. I gasped and moaned, gripping the lace of my bra, trying my very hardest to get the material to snap or slip off. "Owen... Hands..."
Once again, he knew exactly what I was thinking, and with a twist of my bra, it was gone. I breathed a sign that turned into a loud groan at the end and threw my arms around his neck. I kissed him. I kissed his neck, cheek, shoulder, ear, anything and everything my lips met.
His hands gripped my hips, tilting my sex upward. His next thrust met something deep inside of me that had my eyes open and my stomach twisting in the best way I had ever felt. "Again!" I screamed noiselessly.
Owen leaned forward, one hand supporting himself over me, trying repeatedly to hit that spot that had my toe's curling. His face was scrunched up in a way I would have thought cute in any other situation, but now it looked like the sexiest thing I had ever seen. His melted gray eyes met my own green. "Sang," He groaned, thrusting into my slick heat with a new, leisurely pace as he shifted one of my legs over his shoulder.
"Owen," I moaned back, pressing myself against his erection. His eyes never left mine as another eon-minute past. Blackbourne's thrusts turned heavy once again, and I knew from the look on his face he was close. Just as close as I was with whatever was in side me started to twist and curl and over heat my insides. "Please, Owen, harder!"
Blackbourne did as I asked, plunging into that spot deep inside me that made the coil in my stomach pull tight in uncoordinated, sporadic thrusts. "I'm coming," Owen grit his teeth.
A dozen more times, and Owen plunged in deep, setting off a ball of liquid fire inside me, releasing his load. I was strung tight as a cord, arching towards Owen as he stiffened above me. It was his strained, handsome face that had sent me over the edge. While the haze went away, we lie together, spent and breathing hard, clinging to one another.
"Sang," Owen breathed. "Your beautiful."
I couldn't help the giggle that escaped me. "Holy Crow..."
Owen chuckled, slipping his arms around my back and shifted me to sit up. "How ever much I am tempted to lay with you all day, the bell is about to ring."
"Can't we just lock the door and take a nap?" I groaned, hanging onto his shoulders. "That sounds like a very good idea right now,"
Mr. Blackbourne shifted to grab his pants from the piano bench where he had throw them earlier, and slipped them on without actually straying from my embrace. "I'm tempted, Sang. But let me make you a promise," He shifted back to look into my eyes as he slipped my blouse over my shoulders. My bra was ripped and unusable, laying behind me. "I'll take you home tonight, and make sweet love to you, on a proper bed this time." Blackbourne reached behind me and gave me a millimeter smile as he tucked my lacy pink bra into the pocket of his slacks.
My heart warmed at the words. I leaned forward to press a soft kiss to the same place I had before. Owen cupped my face and kissed my lips. Closed mouthed and sweet. "Promise?"
I slipped off the piano and found my shorts on the other side of the room and slipped them on. "Yes, Miss. Sorenson, I promise." Mr. Blackbourne's millimeter smile returned as he gave me one last chased kiss.
The door clicked behind us and fumbled open. Victors head popped in. "Princess, you ready?"
"Yes, Victor." I hurried over to violin I hadn't had time to put back into its hard case, and picked up my bag. I bowed my head slightly to Mr. Blackbourne. "Mr. Blackbourne."
"Miss. Sorenson. I'll see you after school."
I followed Victor down the hall, smiling like I hadn't in years. Halfway to class, Victor turned and squeezed my hand. "Sang, your face is red, are you alright?"
I tripped over my own feet, planting a hand on his arm to steady myself. "Yes," I squeaked. "Mr. Blackbourne was just telling me how much I mean to you all."
Victor smiled warmly down at me, throwing an arm around my shoulders. "I hope he made a point."
"Oh, that he did."
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