This is also posted on AO3… There's not enough Cake in this world so I figured I'd better contribute

Chapter 1

Drake Merwin had sabotaged what Caine considered to have been one of the most important nights of his life.

He had finally been given the chance to take Diana on a date. She had been the object of all his fantasies and affection since his first year at Coates. Recently, he admitted, the infatuation had died off slightly… but she was still quite a catch and this was a golden opportunity.

Things had started very well. He had escorted her to the dance hall, where he had set up a small table with a lit candle (difficult to procure in a school of delinquents), a rose in an elegant vase, and two table settings. Their dinner, which Caine had managed to convince the cafeteria cooks to prepare, was decent, and they made delightful small talk as they ate.

After the meal, Caine invited Diana to his dorm to have a glass of shoplifted champagne and talk.

However, when they entered the dorm, they found a mild strobe light in every corner and an assortment of crops, whips, and restraints set up all over the room, and a very skimpy "outfit" comprised of several thin straps and "pet" embroidered in gold script on a shoulder strap, and a similar one with "master". Caine stood in shock as he took in the makeshift sex dungeon in his dorm, and watched helplessly as Diana, consumed with rage, shoved him, called him a disgusting filthy perv, and stormed away.

"Ooh, she wasn't quite ready for this, yet, was she, Caine?"

Caine had turned to find his roommate and right-hand man, diagnosed sadist Drake Merwin, lounging languidly against the wall, his signature shark grin spread gleefully across his face.

It took Caine a moment to piece everything together, but when he did, rage darkened his features and he threw Drake against a wall with his invisible hands.

"You filthy son of a motherFUCKER!"

Caine's shouts rang through the halls of Coates Academy as he raged at Drake, who was laughing wheezily through the pain of being pressed powerfully into a wall by Caine's telekinetic powers.

"Why?! Why did you and your fucking sadistic tendencies have to fuck with me tonight?! No, I know why. Because you're just a motherfucking DICK. God damn it, Drake! What in the actual FUCK?!" Caine was babbling in fury, which just made Drake laugh harder (despite having very little air left in his system).

Caine kept Drake pinned but loosened the hold slightly as he marched over and grabbed the taller boy's collar with the hand that wasn't forcing the still-grinning blonde into the wall. "You. Are. So. Done." He whispered it harshly into Drake's ear. He didn't know what he meant by it but he was royally pissed and he needed to say something.

An awkward squeak sounded behind the two. Caine whipped around to see Taylor standing red-faced in the doorway to the dorm. "Oh. My. God. I so did not see that coming. No, it's okay, like I support you, I just... kind of assumed... you were, y'know... not..."

Caine glared at her. "What the fuck are you even-"

Drake coughed loudly. "Caine. Let go of me."

Caine turned back to him and snarled, "No! I am so not done with you-"

"Caine. Seriously. Put me the fuck down."

Suddenly it clicked.

"Oh. Oh! Oh SHIT! Wait-" But Taylor was already gone. Taylor, the established gossip queen of Coates.

Caine buried his face in his hands. "Godddd…. This is your fucking fault, Drake!"

"Excuse me? Who had me pinned against a fucking wall?!"

Caine groaned. "Maybe she won't spread it… Maybe this won't be a problem." Drake let out a low growl of frustration. "For your own sake, Soren, you better hope it isn't."

Well, their hopes were dashed.

Caine walked into his first period class and was met immediately by hushed whispers, giggles, and all eyes on him. He glared at the first kid he saw. "What?" The kid snickered. "Nothing, just surprised. You had everyone fooled, we all thought you liked Diana." Caine hissed, "I do like her. What the hell are you talking about?" The kid looked at him incredulously. "Everyone found out about your boyfriend, Caine. You can drop the cover."

The kid ended up in Nurse Temple's office after suddenly 'tripping' backwards hard and hitting his head against a desk.

As for Drake, no one dared even giggle around him, but he knew something was up and it didn't take him long to figure it out. A poor group of first years stopped whispering a few moments too late. They joined the desk guy in the Nurse's office.

At lunch, Caine and Drake rendezvoused in the courtyard. Drake spoke first. "i'm going to kill you. I'm going to slash you to ribbons then pour Purell on you till the agony overwhelms your systems and you die." Caine ignored him. "This is ridiculous. It has to stop," he snarled.

Drake leaned back against a pillar, flicking his blonde hair out of his eyes. Caine took a moment to appreciate Drake's long, lean body, his piercing grey eyes, how he managed to overlay his amazing looks with an intriguing, exciting air of danger.

Wait.

What the fuck. No. Okay, no no no. Something was getting to him, the rumors, the stress, something. That's not okay.

Caine shook his head. "Oh my god. No," he muttered to himself. Drake raised his eyebrows and smirked slightly and maliciously. "I'm going to try really hard not to think about what just happened so I can pretend it didn't." Caine glowered at him. "Shut the fuck up Drake, I was thinking about Diana." Shit. That sounded way too defensive.

Drake's face lost its playful look and he looked at Caine in horror. "Wait. If that was actually what it looked like then I'm throwing you off a bridge."

"No! Oh my god. Shut up, no. That's so not okay. No. Why did-no. That is so not what-"

"Caine."

"What?"

"Stop talking."

Caine sighed and ran his fingers through his dark hair. "Ugh. I'm just a little thrown off by this whole situation." Drake snorted in disgust, and spat, "Agreed. I know Taylor's one of your precious mutant freak minions, but can I please kill her? Slowly? With a lot of pain and suffering and-" Caine cut him off. "No, Drake, but I'm almost tempted to let you."

Their conversation was interrupted by the arrival of several other students in their year. They appeared to be speculating on alleged Drake/Caine relationship.

"No way, man, Merwin definitely tops. Can you see him bottoming ever? I mean-" "Nah, son, I don't know. Do you think they've even gotten that far? They might just be-" The speaker's face paled as he registered Drake and Caine watching him. Caine's face was a mask of some emotion beyond rage. Drake's expression was almost calm, in a way that showed that he was past the point of wanting to kill.

"Oh my god. Guys. Fucking… RUN OH MY GOD RUNNNNNN!" The kids bolted, screaming loudly. Drake turned around and punched the pillar behind him, hard. "FUCK!" he shrieked. "That was a really stupid fucking thing to do," he added, examining his bloody, probably dislocated knuckles.

Caine laughed, and Drake looked at him sharply before letting his face fall into a grin. "God, Soren, shut the hell up, nobody asked for your opinion." Caine allowed himself a few more chuckles. He was feeling better.

Until, of course, Penny approached. "Hey, lover boys, am I interrupting anything? For the sake of preserving my relative innocence, please don't specify, I'm sure it's kinky as hell, what with Drake being-" She was cut off by Caine's telekinesis throwing her into the fountain in the centre of the courtyard.

"I'm so done with this. I'm going to the dorm," Drake growled, and headed off. Caine turned and walked the other way, not knowing where exactly he was going but figuring he should avoid being seen with Drake as much as possible.