Hey ladies, gents, and Glamberts! Guess what! -drum roll- I've decided to make this an Mpreg! Yea, weird, right? But I don't know. Adam being a daddy is just so amazing (even if he is a jerk in this story)! Hope that's not a problem…

"Fag, you're such a stupid piece of shit!" Adam laughed at me, pushing me against my locker and slapping my books and papers out of my hands. My essay and math homework drifted to the floor, and Adam's large black boot stepped on it, making a large footprint on my once in a life time neat handwriting. I was pretty pissed at that because he helped me write it. And for like…the first time in a long time, I was happy with something I had actually created with my own creativity. Even though I did have to give some credit to him. He did however; explain the complications between Romeo and Juliet to me.

"You don't even try in school, that's why I have to tutor you, huh?" he asked, smirking. I didn't like that smirk. It was my worst enemy. But it was an intoxicating sneer, nonetheless. Drake and Brad laughed from behind him and my eyes fell to the ground. They were he "posse", as he liked to call them. They didn't have minds of their own. They did whatever Adam said, when he said it. And they failed all their classes too. The brunette was like a drug to them. Bad for them, but addicting. If they hung around the popular male, they too would be taken up a rank in the social class and wouldn't have to stoop down to my pathetic level.

Damn it. I hated this, but there was nothing I could do. He overpowered me in every way possible. Both physically and mentally. So over the years of his torment, I realized that the best thing to do in these situations is to just take the abuse, relax (being tense causes more pain), and agree with everything he said. But lately, things have been really, really different. He was being even crueler to me than lately. I'm thinking it's because he's being resentful about our previous make-out session. But that's hardly my fault. He's the one that came onto me, doesn't he remember? Anyway…But this beating was extremely different from the rest…

"Yo, guys, I'm gonna go give him a swirly, you go ahead of me, okay?" Adam said, gesturing Brad and Drake to leave.

"Sure thing, Adam. Tell us the result. I hope he cries like a baby," Drake said, grinning like an idiot. None the less, they obeyed like the obedient dogs they were and practically skipped off. Which was odd considering their jocks, and jocks don't just skip off. Fucking retards.

Adam dragged me to the bathroom and locked the door shut. Not to a stall, but to the entire bathroom so no one could enter. My eyes widened and I looked at him, slightly nervous. As sad as it sounds, I wouldn't be surprised if he killed me. If he just whipped out a knife and stabbed my jugular. Adam seems to be really pissy about his tutoring class with me. He hates me so much. And you know what…I never understood why. Until the day when he kissed me, he was a bitch to me, but I never gave it much thought as to why I was his victim. There were plenty of nerds to just beat the crap out of; so why me? I didn't do anything to him. Hell, I never spoke a word to him until one day he just beat the shit out of me for no adequately explained reason. And that's when it all began. And to this day, I still have no idea why he treats me like this.

The brunette released his grip from me and checked all the stalls, and conveniently enough, they were all empty. Why couldn't there be a rush of bladder incidents, like…right now? It's just my luck. Adam's luck is perfect, just like he is. Does this seem fair? Hardly. This fucking sucks. And to put a cherry on top of shit, why am I thinking so much and describing every detail of what's happening? My mind can't take this much abuse and trauma.

Then, before I could even react, I was thrust against the wall and his strong hands were fiddling with my belt. He quickly undid it and unzipped my pants, pulling it down. I gasped. "W-What are you doing?" I tried to break away, but his entire body weight was on me. I was beginning to panic. This was not good. What was he planning to do? Okay, that was a stupid question. Well, Mr. Ratliff, he pulled your pants down. Now, he's either doing to stabbed you in the ass with a knife, or bang you. What do you think is going to happen?

Shut up rational part of my brain.

He sighed against my neck and that sent a shiver to go down my spine. Close contact. Not my thing. "What do you think? It's not considered rape as long as it doesn't hurt. That's why I bought lube. You want cherry or green apple?" he asked, and I heard his pants drop to the floor. I didn't even have time to react to the clink of his belt, because my mind immediately went to my underwear being pulled down. "Choose," he ordered, digging his black nails into my hip flesh. I took in a sharp breath.

"C-Cherry?" I asked and I could feel him nod as he did something else and suddenly he put a tube of something in my hand. I looked down at the container and it was white except for a brim of red. There was a cartoon cherry on the cover and it read 'Cherry Lube: Used to make intimacy more enjoyable for you and your partner.' Well that's nice of him. He bought lube for this unexpected occasion. Thank you Mr. Adam Lambert and your courtesy. Oh, that's right. I have to remember it's not rape because you're not going to make it hurt. Well, I would like to remind you this is my first time. And the last person I thought to take my virginity would be Adam fucking Lambert. Should I tell him this is my first time I took it up the ass? Oh, like he cared. All he wants to do is fuck you, and the last thing on his mind is whether or not you're a virgin. A tight virgin at that.

I said shut up, brain. I don't need your shit right now.

"Stop stalling and rub it on my dick," he snarled, suddenly grasping my shoulders and whipping me around to face him and taking the lube from my hands, opening it up, and squeezing the sticking, transparent and red liquid-solid on my hands. I gasped and my eyes fell onto his eyes. "GO!" he yelled, and subconsciously, my hands curled around his really (and this thing was huge. Even though I'm not a good judgment at that; the only dick I've seen is my own…) hung penis and as gently as I could, I smothered it with the substance. "That's a good Glitterbaby…" he moaned, tangling his hand in my hair. GLITTERBABY? What. The. Fuck? Is he bipolar or something? I do not approve of that nickname. First of all, I never wear glitter, and second of all am; I not a baby! Where in the name of god did that name come from? Shit, why am I worrying about that nickname when I'm touching Adam's penis? He's my tormentor, or for all you elementary kids, "bully". He's treated me like shit for the past, what? Five years. Why am I even commanding to his demands? Am I weak? Or deep down do I really want this? Do I want him to take my virginity?

You want this.

Fuck you.

"Good." That's all I heard before I was being forced against the wall and I felt something enter inside my ass. SHIT! I had to tell him this was my first time. It hurt a lot more than I expected. Where's the pleasure? Maybe he'll go easy on me? Fat chance. If he beat the shit out of you every day of your life, why would he make having sex with you any better? Like he's going to heed your request.

"W-Wait. I-I've never taken it up the ass before…" I whispered, trying to turn my head to face him. But it was rather difficult because his hand was pressed securely on my cheek. His skin was cold and soft. Smooth and slippery with sweat.

"No, duh, Sherlock. Who would want to even have sex with you?" he asked. "Now shut up…" He groaned and his hands slid down to my hips where he dug his sharp nails into my skin. I moaned in more pain than anything else. Sure the lube was helping, helping big time. But I was pretty tight. It's not like I do asshole excises where I stretch it out every morning in case, by some coincidence Adam wants to just have sex with me out of the blue. But wait, he just said, who would want to have sex with you? Well, obviously you would, right Adam? I mean, you're doing it right now. Then I felt him enter more. A little more. And a little more…Shit. How big is he? It's like never ending.

"Moan for me…" He whispered, leaning his face against my hair. His breath was hot and it smelt of coffee and alcohol. He drank? Man, he wasn't as uptight as I thought. He smokes weed with me, and he smells like vodka. Was he a rebel like me? Is that why he's attracted to me? Because we're both rebels? No, he's not a cliché rebel like me. I'm the kind that has no friends, does drugs, and isolated himself in his room. Adam is a popular, talented, beautiful and apparently, a druggy and alcoholic rebel. But still…To everyone he's fucking God. And I'm just a piece of shit. Why? Why are we do different, yet the same? How come our lives have had such different outcomes?

Then I thought, maybe I should just stop thinking so much into the situation and just enjoy this sex. Adam should be good at it, right? He is the man-whore of the school. So I moaned through my teeth, and took a chance by whispering his name sensually into the wall. And shit, did he seem to like that.

"That's good, Glitters…I like that. Now I'm going to go in all the way. Brace yourself," he warned. That's weird. Why does he give a crap about- OH SHIT! I clenched my eyes shut and banged on the wall, groaning and a tear forming in the corner of my left eye. It was like my body was in a fire of ecstasy. This is so fucking queer (no pun intended). And I didn't even know what was happening to my body when he began to go back and forth, back and forth. This was so bad. So, so, bad! I loved it! I don't want to be a sex addict. But if sex is really like this, give it to me twenty-four/seven!

"S-Shit!" I growled, bucking my hips forward, forcing Adam to lean on me. He was panting lightly, then I felt something just rush into me. Like a liquid. So. Fucking. Weird. Did…Did Adam Lambert just come inside of me? Where was his fucking condom? He has so much sex; god only knows if he has AIDS or STDs…Shit, I should have asked him to wear a condom. But I know that if we have that plastic to barricade his penis and all its fluids, it wouldn't feel nearly as good. And shit, it felt so, so, so, (I could do a million more so's just because he's a SEX GOD) pleasurable.

"Good, job. You're pretty good at being my bitch," the beautiful man said, slowly exiting me and smiling. Was he smiling at me? That's so strange. Why is he so happy? It's not like sex is new to him or anything.

Wait. A week ago when he went over to my house and made out with me, he made me swear not to tell a living soul and that I was a fag. Doesn't this make him gay? Or bi. So isn't he being a hypocrite? Probably all three!

I groaned lightly, bending over and picking up my underwear and pants, sliding them up and zipping them. Adam did the same thing, but had a huge ass smile on his face. I looked at him quizzically and had to ask him the question that was nagging on my brain. "What the fuck was that? When you were making out with me at my house, you called me a fag and were a complete douche to me! Now you just practically had sex with me, and you're all doing is smiling! Are you-?"

His lips interrupted my rant, and his tongue graced my teeth. Mm, the sweet taste of coffee. I opened my mouth like the sad desperate male I was. I could feel his lips form into a smirk and his eyes were shut. His eyelids were lightly coated in a smoky texture of pink glitter and blue eye shadow. Now that was pretty gay. His tongue wrestled with mine and he won; that fucking bastard. He pulled away, but his teeth grasped my bottom lip and he stretched it like an elastic band. Adam soon let go of it. "You're a nice playboy. You're cute, and you allow me to lead. That's why I love it. But I still don't expect you to tell anyone. Because if any of this slips your precious, cinnamon flavored lips, all hell will break loose, and I'm positive, I'll kill you," he stated, smiling and kissing me cheek before sliding his finger up to my mouth and parting my lips with his black nailed index finger so it could enter. My tongue circled around it and he moaned lightly.

Then when I immediately figured out what I was doing, I pulled away leaning against the wall. "Hey, I'm not going to just let you fuck me anytime you want! That's not right! I'm not going to be your whore that you can just ass rape anytime you want…" I snarled, and looked into his eyes. He didn't seem to like the fact that I was standing up for myself.

"Yes you are. Because you like it just as much as I do. You're desperate and pitiful, Thomas. Admit it. You fail in school, you probably suck and the bass, and you're not even-"

My hand came in contact with his cheek. I know it sounds like something a sissy would do, but I most certainly wasn't going to punch him. Not only would he "tell on me", but I would be charged with assault and he would make my life even more of a bigger hell than he already was making it. But I slapped that bitch. He just said I probably didn't play bass that well. That was like telling a mother with a gorgeous child that her kid was as ugly as shit. No one and I mean no one insults me or my bass playing skills. I fucking rule at that instrument and no one, not even Adam Lambert are going to tell me otherwise.

He seemed a bit taken back by my blow and his eyes narrowed in a glare. Next thing I knew, I was against the wall, and his hand was curled around my throat, his eyes screaming death. "Not only will you not tell anyone about our little encounters, you will always allow me to be on top, you will never talk back to me. And on top of that, you will never…" he eyes narrowed even more into a death glared. I was actually frightened by the expression on his face. "Ever…Touch me like that again. Blink if you understand," he demanded. That's all I could do. Blink. I was completely petrified. He was blocking my windpipe and it was becoming more difficult to breathe. "Good." He let go of my neck and spit on my face. I could feel his saliva slid down my cheek. "Get to class." That was all Adam said before swiftly turning around and unlocking the door. He exited the bathroom, leaving me panting against the wall.

Fuck me. Did I just get told off by Adam? Did I just have sex with Adam? Why didn't he wear a condom? I know I shouldn't be worrying about that because it's not like I can get pregnant or anything. But still. All kinds of diseases run through cum and seaman. Next time he tries to rape me, I'll have to ask him politely to wear one. Maybe he could do that out of common courtesy? Fat chance, Tommy. All I had to worry about were diseases though. Not like I can get pregnant. Pssh, I'm a dude. That's merely impossible.

I sighed and looked in the mirror, fixing my hair and exhaling lightly. Okay, just go to class like nothing happened. And that's exactly what happened.

But the aftermath was complete shit.