This is a new story that I am proud to introduce! Since A Demon's Binding will be over soon, I just had to start a new one. But the fate of this story is on all of your shoulders! It will remain a oneshot unless I recieve enough reviews asking for more! But I do have plans for it if ya'll do want more. SO MANY PLANS. You're gonna love it, all you have to do is review and ask for more! Anyway! Enjoy this wonderful story.

"Fucking faggot." A big muscle-y guy said as he shoved me against the locker, face first. The locks of two lockers dug into my skin as he pressed me harder into them. "You're a disgrace to all men everywhere, all of your kind is."

I struggled to form a coherent sentence; the locker was pressed into my face too hard. "Really? Because, when compared to huge freaks like you, I consider myself relatively normal; besides, what would your girlfriend think if a puny 'faggot'- as you so humbly labeled me- kicked your ass?" I retorted as I shoved my arm back, my elbow making contact with his stomach. Then, as he hunched over in pain, I flipped around and flattened out my palm, but curled in my fingers so that the tips touched the top of my palm, and shot my arm out so that the base of my palm connected with his jaw. His head flew back from the force and I returned to normal walking stance, looking as if I didn't have a care in the world.

The people who had witnessed it looked at me as if I was some kind of undercover agent. I sighed heavily and began walking off, just as the big guy recovered his senses and grabbed my arm.

"You little fucker—" he was cut off by an arm that curled around his neck and used his imbalance to throw him to the ground, then placed a shoe on his chest with minimal pressure, keeping him down.

I looked up at my "savior", though I could've done just as much as he had, with just as much, if not more, ease. He was sexy, that much was easy to see. His black hair was brushed to one side as he ran long nimble fingers through the dark locks. His face was soft, but at the same time, sharp and dignified. The best part, his eyes were red and appeared to be as deep as the ocean. He was dressed in a tight black shirt and tight black pants.

"Hey." The sexy ass man said to me in greeting.

"Well hi there." I responded, a little gayer than I would have liked to sound.

He smiled, "Why don't we leave this guy alone to wallow in self-pity." He said and grabbed my arm and pulled me away. School was over and, because of that asshole; I had missed the only busses that run to the high school.

We exited out of the front of the school and he began pulling me towards the parking lot. "Uh, I don't have a car." I stated dumbly.

"Who said you need to?" if I didn't know any better, I would've said he was flirting with me. But I wouldn't hold my breath on that one; the hot ones are always straight.

He stopped at a car that looked far too expensive to belong to a high schooler. He unlocked the car with the press of a button and gave me and expectant look. "Get in." then he got in the driver's side.

I reluctantly complied and got into the passenger's side. As soon as I was all situated, I noticed the inside of his car was perfect for sex. The colors and surround system were just too perfect.

"So you're gay, huh?" the man asked, he didn't sound disgusted or anything, it sounded like a genuine question.

"Personally I think it's better to share your names rather than sexual orientation first. But hey, I'm all for mixing it up a bit. Yeah, I'm gay. And my name is Ciel."

He chuckled at me, "I'm Sebastian."

I turned to him and rose an eyebrow, "And?"

He laughed, "I'm gay too."

Oh wow this was just too perfect. "How gay?"

He thought for a while, "Neil Patrick Harris gay."

I burst out in laughter, "Prove it."

He raised his eyebrows. "I doubt you want that."

"Why would I ask for it if I don't want you to prove it?" I wasn't exactly sure how he planned on proving it, but I wanted to know I could trust him.

He stared at me for a long moment. The car hadn't been started yet and it was completely silent, I was beginning to regret my decision.

He finally moved, grabbing my chin with his long beautiful fingers. He never broke eye contact, but he slowly leaned closer. I felt my chest get tighter.

His breath washed over my face, the scent of him fogging my senses. I licked my lips in anticipation and continued to gaze into his eyes. Finally, his lips met mine.

An explosion of emotions took over me. His lips firmly pressed against mine and moved in the most pleasurable ways possible. My lips moved with his, and I threw my arms around his neck and ran my fingers through his hair.

His hair was soft as silk and just as amazing as it looked. I moaned against his lips as his fingers explored my lower back, lifting the shirt and running his warm fingers over my skin.

I found myself completely lost in his kiss and touch.

He then pulled away, the suddenness of his departure making me gasp and reach out for him. Then I returned to my senses.

"Oh sorry." I laughed shyly, averting my eyes so he wouldn't see that I really wanted him to continue. In fact, I never wanted him to stop. This was utterly absurd; I had never been so completely infatuated with someone so soon after meeting them.

He didn't say anything for a long while.

Suddenly he let out a huge breath, "That was amazing." He sighed contently.

I furrowed my eyebrows, "What?"

"That kiss." He said romantically, leaning towards me again only to drag his teeth over my earlobe. "It was so amazing."

I shivered slightly, "Yeah." I agreed.

"Another?" he asked; his face remained only inches from my own.

"As much as I honestly want to say yes, no; I usually don't kiss guys right after I meet them."

He smirked, "So I'm the exception to this rule?"

I looked at him, letting my eyes scan his entire body. His tight shirt showed off his muscles and his tight and I grunted and looked away, laughing bitterly, "With that body and face, I think you're the exception to every rule."

He leaned in close and placed his lips on my neck and sucked lightly. "Oh? And what rules do you have?"

"Don't kiss anyone you aren't in a relationship with and no one night sta…" I cut myself off, even though I knew he could finish it on his own. The reason I didn't want to tell him about this rule was because I had said that he was an exception to it, meaning that I already wanted to have sex with him.

He captured my lips again in a chaste kiss, before allowing his lips to venture down my neck. They paused at my collarbone and sucked harshly, then trailed back up to my earlobe. He slowly and sensually grazed my earlobe with his teeth. "Do you want to come to my apartment?" he purred once he was sure that my mind was swimming.

At that moment, I wanted nothing more. I paused, letting out shaky breaths as I evaluated the situation. I hadn't fucked anyone in a few months and in that time, had barely masturbated. Plus he was hot. Like, he challenged Matt Bomer with his looks. Nothing wrong with letting it go just once, right? Besides, if he wanted it and I wanted it, what real reason was there to say no?

"Let me text my roommate and tell him that I won't be home to make dinner." I pulled out my phone and sent the text.

"You don't live with your parents?" he inquired.

I waved a dismissing hand as my phone vibrated, signaling I had received a text. "My parents are dead." I responded as I touched the screen of my phone and read the text and deemed it unimportant before shoving the phone back in my pocket.

Sebastian frowned at my uncaring and blunt response but said nothing on the matter. Instead, he turned the key in the ignition.

Sebastian's apartment was huge. It was white and expensive looking; it even rested in a rich neighborhood. I shook my head at it, thinking it was too unfair that someone as sexy as him was WEALTHY too.

The inside clearly belonged to a teenager though. Clothes were splayed here and there and books and papers covered the surface of the coffee table. He walked over to his island, walking around it and pulling out a large bottle and wine glasses.

I plopped down on his couch and relaxed into the cool cushions.

"Champagne?" Sebastian offered.

I eyed the large blue glass bottle he held in one hand. "Why the fuck not?" I laughed, I was already giving up several morals I had, nothing wrong with throwing another in the mix. Not that I had issues with getting or being drunk. I didn't like having sex while drunk.

He seemed to contemplate something for a long moment before setting down the glasses and bringing the bottle with him to sit next to me on the couch.

He pressed the opening of the bottle to his mouth and took a long gulp before pulling it away and handing it to me. I took an equally long drink but I had to pull away from lack of breath. I took a deep breath and passed the bottle back to him.

He set the bottle onto the table, on a small section that wasn't covered, and pushed me back onto the couch. His lips met mine and he grinded his waist against mine. Our tongues met in a flurry of passion. He grabbed my hip roughly with one hand and let the other tangle in my hair. The hand on my hip slid under my shirt and felt my stomach and chest. Then he just pulled my shirt off, shortly followed by his own.

I could feel his growing arousal against my own as his hips continued to rock against me. I gasped sharply when I felt both of his hands on my hips, pulled me up to meet his steady thrusts.

We were suddenly interrupted as his phone rang. He hesitated slightly, and then placed a soft and slow kiss on my lips before pulling away.

I groaned softly at the sudden lack of contact. Sitting up, I grabbed the bottle that rested on the table and took another long drink. We didn't even have our pants off yet and I was already engulfed by the pleasure.

The champagne we were drinking probably wasn't helping either. It warmed my body up and made me crave him more.

When Sebastian finally returned from his phone call, a large portion of the champagne was gone and I had unzipped my pants and began slowly pumping my dick.

Sebastian merely stood in front of me, taking in the sight of my flushed face and messy hair. Then he let his eyes trail down my body, taking in my pale skin before focusing on the slow movements of my hand.

At this point, I was wasted. There was no denying that much. All I wanted was to let him fuck me.

He sat on the couch next to me and pulled me onto his lap after removing all of our clothing. I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him slowly, as if there was actual emotion behind the act we were about to commit. But there was no emotion but lust.

He had gotten lube, probably from his room during the phone call, so he used the slick liquid to slick my entrance with his fingers. They pushed into me harshly and moved rapidly. He then took control over the kiss and become rough with that too. Everything about him had a sharp edge. It was like playing with fire.

Without warning, he pulled me onto his cock. I gasped loudly, but allowed the rough movements.

He thrust up and let out a loud moan. Then he let his mouth find my neck, his teeth dug into my delicate skin greedily, he moaned at the half pained, half pleasured groans I released.

After several more rough thrusts and bites, we came together. He released inside me and I came all over his chest. Then I collapsed on his chest and let out a shaky breath.

"Thank god it's Friday." I thought as I sank into unconsciousness.

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