Sorry I didn't get this up sooner, I've been in bed sick, lost my voice and I'm all shivery with a fever…well not really in bed since all I have is a pile of blankets in the corner of my room, but you get the idea lovelings. I didn't have to go to school today. I'm pitiful when I'm sick; I get all cold and look smaller than I really, which is very small, I am 5'1" and 120 pounds, for someone who's in highschool, that is really fucking small.
X x x x
"You might call this a house, but it's actually a mansion that was once owned by a wealthy plantation owner person guy thingy. Anyway, most of the land we past to get here, I own it," Dominic said, sweeping his arms in a circle to emphasize his point.
"It's really beautiful," Dorian complimented as he looked out at the land, which was mostly field or dense forest.
"You should see it when it rains, it's so gorgeous. I hope Recitalist is still asleep," Dominic muttered the last as the walked into the mansion only to be greeted by a loud bang. "Just my luck, he woke up early today," he sighed and grabbed Dorians' hand as he walked up the large staircase.
"HEY! DOMMY!" A man with vibrant red hair, who Dorian guessed was Recitalist, yelled and dashed down the hallway to greet them. "You must be Dorian," he said and gave Dorian a scrutinizing look before grinning again. "You're cute, I can see why my brother likes you. But I'm not into younger guys, I'm not really into guys at all, I mean it's nice to be filled once and while, but I'm too dominant to be a bottom. A lot like Dommy, I think he always tops. Don't you Dommy? Anyway, why are guys here? Oh, I forgot to pack your school stuff. How forgetful of me, oh well. Did you guy have…"
"Ree, please shut up, I don't want to be late for work because I was talked into a comma by my older brother," Dominic said cutting Recitalist short. "And don't even think about finishing that sentence. What I do with and to Dorian is none of your business," he finished and lead Dorian past his hyperactive brother and to his room.
X x x x
Dorians' eyes were immediately drawn to the bed when Dominic led him into a bedroom.
"I would love to, but I have to get ready for work," Dominic laughed making Dorian blush. He opened his wardrobe to reveal a few dozen suits; carefully he made his selection, a dark blue suit with his black boots and a crisp white shirt, no tie.
Being a shameless teenager, Dorian just sat on the edge of the large bed and watched as Dominic changed into the suit.
"It's not polite to stare," Dominic laughed and Dorian just shrugged. "Could you hand me that folder?" He asked and pointed vaguely in the direction of a red folder with 'DEATH LIST!' written in large black letters lying on the nightstand as he rummaged in a black backpack. "Thank you oh athletic one," he retorted when Dorian threw the folder at him only to have it land a few good feet from it's target.
"No problem," Dorian smirked and stretched like a cat.
X x x x
They finally reached the school and Dominic was barely on time.
"Why is he here? His parents said there had been a tragedy in the family," Doris, the attendance secretary, asked when she saw Dominic walk past the office with Dorian in tow.
"I'll meet you in my office Dorian," Dominic said and Dorian just shrugged. "A good friend of his died Dor, his only friend other than me. He's only here because he needs to be somewhere that doesn't remind him of his loss. The man who died was his friend since he was born, to know someone for fifteen years and have them always there for and then one day they're just not there anymore, it's hard on a kid."
Doris just nodded. "Fine, keep him in your office though, I don't want to have to explain why he's off wondering around school when he's supposed to be at home."
"Thanks Dor, you're a saint."
X x x x
"You've been in here enough to know where everything is right?" Dominic asked walking into his office to find Dorian sitting quietly in the couch nursing a Dr. Pepper. "I'll take that as a yes."
Dorian just smirked and was about to take another swig when it was plucked from his hand by his lover who took a healthy drink of it. "Hey! That's mine!" He snapped sounding like an impudent child.
"Technically baby doll, it's MINE since I bought it with MY money that I earned teaching you soul-sucking leeches," Dominic leered and handed the now half-empty bottle back. He leaned down to kiss the teen when the sound of teenage voices filled the other room. "Damn, they're here. Well, wish me luck and pray my soul stays where it should, in me not in the hands of hormonal teenage girls who feel like they should get me fired by flashing me," he sighed and gave Dorian a quick peck on the lips before leaving the room and closing the door behind him.
X x x x
Dominic could hear the reassuring sounds of music coming from his office as he lectured on multiple things. When the music abruptly stopped he knew something was wrong. "I'll be back in a minute," he said and walked into his office to find Dorian in a fetal position crying on the couch. "What's wrong baby doll?" He asked as he sat down next to Dorian and shifted the teen into his lap.
"It was his favorite song," Dorian sobbed softly and Dominic looked at what song was last played on the stereo, Rise Against.
-Memory-
"This is my favorite song," Jeremy laughed and turned up the volume on the convertibles' stereo. "When our time is up, when our lives are done, where we say we had our fun," he sang with the song. "Come on Dorian, sing along."
"Standing on the rooftops! Everybody scream your heart out!" Dorian sang loudly with Jeremy and the song.
"That's it! I have no regrets, if it all ends now I'm set!" Jeremy sang loudly with a smile.
"Where we make our mark this time! Where all say we tried!"
"Standing on the roof tops everybody scream your heart out! This is all we got now, everybody scream you're heart out!"
"Standing on the rooftops waiting till the bomb drops! This all we got now, screaming your heart out. Never going to regret watching every sunset! Listen to your heart beat you're never going to regret!"
The song ended and Jeremy and Dorian broke into fits of laughter.
"I love that song," Jeremy declared through his laughter.
"I like that song to," Dorian sighed happily.
-End Memory-
"Let it all out baby doll," Dominic said softly and held Dorian tightly as the teen cried. There was a knock on the door and he sighed. "What?"
"What are we supposed to do right now?" A teen asked.
"I'll be there in a moment," Dominic replied and stroked Dorians' hair gently. "Baby doll, I need to get back to class, I only have on left," he said and lifted Dorian off his lap. Rummaging in a box he pulled out a pillow and handed it to the teen. "Cuddle this until I get back okay?"
Dorian just snuggle dup to the pillow and inhaled its' scent, it smelled like Dominic.
X x x x
"Mr. Black, like why is like your like shirt wet?" Jenny asked snapping her gum loudly.
"Because, it is. Why are you ugly? Wait, don't answer that, you were born that way right?" Dominic said making the class laugh…well except Jenny. "Now as I was saying…" He began and swooped into his lecture. This time when the bell rang, he didn't throw his pencil at the bell and everyone noticed.
"Finally got used to the bell Mr. B?"
"Finally got used to being in a comma Mr. Someone-who's-name-I-have-forgotten?" Dominic retorted.
"I'm not in a comma."
"Not yet, just wait, you will be and you will dream of me standing above you laughing. And I will find your crippled little body and say I told you so."
X x x x
Dominic walked into his office and saw what he thought was the cutest thing imaginable. Dorian had fallen asleep on the couch in a fetal position clutching the pillow for dear life, he platinum hair was draped cutely across his face and a small smile gracing his lips.
With a smirk, the raven-haired man leaned down and ghosted his lips over the teens' in a butterfly kiss. "Baby doll, wake up," he purred and nipped his lovers' ear.
Dorians' bright blue eyes fluttered open and locked with Dominics' obsidian ones.
X x x x
Oops, sorry I screwed up the last time I posted this, I had to hurry. I'm cold and my voice is gone, no talking for Alexander for the next few days. I hope I don't have to go to school tomorrow, I hate school; I only like two classes, 3-D design and English.
Let's all run around in a circle like mutated gerbils and threaten to kill the bisexual kid in the locker room, let me list the reasons why in 1st person for those of you who wonder who I'm talking about:
1-I like cocks
2-Girls think I'm hot
3-Girls like me because I can listen and my eyes aren't on their cleavage
4-I like guys more than girls
5-I have a nice body, a bit skinny, but a lot nicer than most of the guys in my grade
6-My package is bigger than a lot of theirs