Disclaimer: See Chapter 1

Warnings: See Chapter 1

Pairings: See Chapter 1


Closing his classroom door after the last student slipped in, Carter made his way to the front of the class. He used to be nervous speaking in front of crowds, but after getting through high school with all the awkwardness that came with being a teen, Carter promised himself he wouldn't be bullied ever again. He grew a backbone (as Sadie liked to say), and refused to be walked over. He made his opinion made, and had a slight cursing problem to boot.

At least that's what he was like with his friends and family. As a teacher, he was serious and a bit quiet. Probably what he would've been like if his high school years hadn't played out the way they did.

When he turned to face the class, he saw a few familiar faces and some new ones. The school was so big that it was common to come across new faces. And it doesn't help that he never taught the same grade every year. Carter has no clue who controls what level they teach each year, but he's pretty sure they're drunk and playing darts when making decisions. Regardless, he saw students as heathens.

Heathens about to become"adults"...yay.

Smiling politely, he looked around his class as they settled down. He was happy to see a mixture of Dominants and Submissives in his class this time around. Last year he taught one class full of Submissives, and another full of Dominants. The Submissive class was fun to teach, and show them that 'demure and proper' isn't all there is to being a Submissive. Whereas the Dominant class learned that he wasn't one to be pushed around. For some reason, it was easy for new Dominants to forget that they're still children, even if they are legal in the eyes of the law. Carter was happy to knock sense back into them.

But senior year...it's a special year for teachers too. It's the last year they get to have any effect on these young adults in hopes of making the world a better place for all of them. It was why Carter liked history so much. There were so many lessons to be learned in history if people would just take the time to look back and think.

Pushing his glasses further up his nose, he greeted the class.

"Welcome to Senior History. As a few of you know, I'm Mr. Kane." He grabbed the syllabi he had printed the other day when he came in for prep work, and passed them out to the students in the front of the classroom. He gave them enough for each row that they could pass it back. He gave a precursory look to make sure everyone got one. "Give the syllabus a quick once over, before we discuss anything further. Let me know if you have any questions."

"Um, sir?"

A meek voice spoke from his left. She was a tall red head, with a few ear piercings. She wore a green shirt, blue jeans, and a white cardigan. He noticed her posture, while shy, she was clearly a Dominant. Nodding his head, he waited for her to speak.

"I-I heard you were okay for mated couples to ask for accommodations in your class. Just curious, what those accommodations are?"

"Fair question. For any mated couples in my classes, I ask that we meet after class. Though most bonds are still new, I understand that being close to each other is essential. I don't mind hand holding or arms over the shoulder. But you're still in school and voyeurism is not on my syllabus. If I see groping or fondling, you're kicked out and receive an automatic zero for the day. Does everyone understand?"

Sporadic 'yes's, but mostly head nods was his response.

"That being said, if you're dating someone, I will allow the same leniency. I'm not a di- uh jerk," he stumbled over his words, blushing slightly while the class laughed. "Which leads me to my next thing. I do not curse during class; youguysdo not curse. You can swear like a sailor all you want in the hallway. But as soon as that bell rings, you turn into the respectable individuals I know you lot can be."

For the most part, his first period seemed like a calm if quiet bunch. Which is good. He hated getting in bad moods early in the day. That had been the case two years ago. The others didn't appreciate his grumpiness that year. He matched Jace in surliness...which isn't something anyone should try to accomplish.

"As seniors, I expect you to do your utmost best to meet every deadline and show respect. If you have a problem or concern, please come speak with me before or after class. I'm also free during senior lunch break, if needed. Any questions, so far?"

A lone hand rose in the back of the classroom.

Carter blinked, shifting so he could see around his students in the front. Sometimes he really cursed his shorter height! Before he could call on the student, for a split second that felt like five minutes, Carter froze.

He was going to hell.

Carter could feel his soul be condemned as his eyes checked his student out. The first thing he noticed was the student's muscled arms attached to broad shoulders. Dominant. Definitely a Dominant. Next were his lips and then his mis-matched eyes. He recognized this student, but he couldn't quite place him. And a Hottie McHotpants like this should be unforgettable!

What the hell is the world coming to if students get to look like thisin high school! Isn't it law for students to have awkward phases?!

Good lord the world was unfair!

He should not have the urge to pull his student out of his chair and-

Carter blinked again, praying that it wasn't obvious that he had a small melt down.

"Yes?"

"Mr. Kane." Well fuck him sideways, even the student's voice was sin! This is so inappropriate, but why can't he stop that shiver from racing down his back? He needed to get over this! This is so fucking unprofessional! "I don't think you remember me? You covered my English class last year once?"

Carter was finally able to pull his gaze away, as he remembered. He did not remember having thisreaction though. So, what the hell? "Yes. Mr. Godson, was it?"

"Nailed it. But please call me Horus," drawled Horus. What kind of high school student drawls?!

Sure Horus was a Dominant, but Carter was an adult. He's been putting Dominants older than Horus in their place since even before this kid discovered secondary gender.

But that wasn't stopping this sudden and unrealistic attraction for this particular Dominant.

This isn't some teenage romance, for Christ's sakes!

Collecting himself, and he prayed to every deity he's ever studied that his attraction wasn't noticed by his students. "And your question, Mr. Godson?"

Horus shrugged, winking. "I forgot."

"Right..." Carter did the only thing he could do, shift around a bit so he couldn't see Horus. The student was just too visibly pleasing for his senses. "Let's review the syllabus, everyone."

Throughout the period, Carter fought to keep his eyes away from the back corner, but somehow for some reason, his eyes would drift back without his permission and he'd find hooded eyes, spread legs, and a tongue licking lips. This wasn't the first time a Dominant did...that,in his class. And who really knows who the Dominant was trying to entice, but it got Carter's cheeks inflamed.

Had this been a bar, Carter would've made himself comfortable on the available lap and ask if the Dominant would buy him a drink.

But this wasn't a bar.

And the Dominant was his student.

Pouting, he dismissed his class as the bell rang.

Today was going to be a long day after all.


A/N: Thoughts?