While the insolent boy in his class had kept him mouth shut, someone else had voiced their concern, which lead to Damon sitting in front of the school board, the principal, the mayor and a government official.

"Mr. Salvatore," Mr. Dumas a round, red-face man with curly hair and a mustachio, addressed him, "Am I to understand correctly that you are in a homosexual relationship with a student of this school, in which you teach?"

Damon nodded, "Yes."

"And this student is also a member of the football team that you coach?"

"Yes."

Mr. Dumas raised a brow, "And you saw no ethical reasons for this not to happen?"

"Many," Damon replied, "Well, more problematic issues than moral ones," he corrected himself.

"I want you to know that I am not in favour of this-" he gestured, "'relationship' as you call it and had not the boys parents and the principal pleaded your case, you would have been fired and possibly charged with sexual relations with a minor. However, I will give you a change to explain yourself."

"Thanks..." Damon replied dryly. He wanted to be pretty much anywhere but here right now. His head was pounding and all he wanted to do was crawl into bed with Tyler and sleep for at least half a century. "Firstly, Tyler is eighteen, so not a minor. Secondly, Tyler and I met and started our relationship before I began working here-"

"When and for what reason did you move to Mystic Falls?"

"The Salvatores are a founding Family of Mystic Falls," Damon replied. "I left many years ago, but returned a little over a year ago."

"So until a year ago you did not know Tyler Lockwood?"

"No. Not personally."

"Explain," Mr. Dumas said in a bored voice.

"Our families go back over 150 years, so of course I knew of him. But we'd never met."

"Ok Mr. Salvatore, please continue."

"As I said, Tyler and I got together before I started working here. I had no intention of working here at that point. I was approached by Alaric Saltzman and the principal, to stand in for him as history teacher and part time coach for the duration of his research project in Bulgaria. I told them both straight away that I was involved with a student here, but Tyler is of age and I will not be grading any papers that are important towards his final grade..."

"So how did you meet, if not in school related hours?"

"At a charity event, probably."

"Probably?"

"It was over a year ago. At the time he was 'the mayor kid' I didn't pay much attention to anything other than getting my brother settled, taking up my responsibilities as the head of a founding family at the city council. Aside from my brother's girlfriend and her family I didn't socialise much..."

"No girlfriend?"

"Caroline Forbes... for a few weeks but I didn't feel like subjecting myself to the laws of sexual relations with minors so it didn't last long..." he added dryly.

"Are you and young Mr. Lockwood sexually active?" Mr. Dumas asked, still sounding bored out of his mind, but his eyes paying keen interest.

Damon felt himself flush fair shade of pink. A quality of whatever was happening to him he did not appreciate. "I don't think that is any of your business," he bit out. Richard Lockwood looked away. He knew very well that they were, but did not need to hear it out loud. Again.

"You, Mr. Salvatore, may be having sexual relations with one of your students, who only just recently turned eighteen..."

"But he is eighteen," Damon emphasised, "and we weren't together before he was."

"Mr Salvatore..." Mr. Dumas said, his voice holding a hint of warning.

Damon sighed. "Yes." he replied and looked away.

Mr. Dumas paused. Then he shook his head and made a note in his notebook. "Very well." He put his pen down, "Does anyone is the board have anything to add to Mr. Salvatore's statement?"

Richard Lockwood cleared his throat, "I have nothing but good things to say about Mr. Salvatore. Ever since arriving in Mystic Falls he has been an active member of the administration of this town, and in the past few month, a tremendously positive influence on my son, Tyler. While I was surprised, and never considered the possibility that my son might favour male company, he has gone from being a drunken troublemaker to a responsible young man in very short time. His relations with Damon has done him no harm, rather, done him a world of good. My wife would agree," he said and nodded towards Carol.

"Yes," Carol nodded, but did not look at Damon, "Tyler has stayed out of trouble, and spent very little time with his party-buddies in the past few months, his grades have improved and... he's much more mild mannered and happy than he used to be. I personally knew Damon for a long time before it came to this, and I've always held the opinion that he a reliable young man who we can count on to keep Tyler..." on a tight leash, "-to take care of him."

"Teachers?" Mr. Dumas asked.

"As Mrs Lockwood said, Tyler is much more mild mannered." Mr. Gordon, biology teacher said. He never held any fondness for the Lockwood brat, but lately he'd started actually doing to set work. "In previous times he would frequently get in scruffs with other students and was disruptive, despite reaching acceptable grades. Now he is focused and I've seen on occasion choosing some rather... witty replies to students egging him on, rather than a physical interaction. Mr. Salvatore and I do not get along famously, and I must admit is not the most social of people, but he is a good historian, a good teacher, and a positive influence on the students; they respect him."

"I agree," Ms. Andrey said, "On all accounts. Although I think the female staff do get along quite famously with Mr. Salvatore," she winked at Mr. Gordon. "But I was surprised to see the students responding to such an... archaic style of teaching."

Mr. Dumas arched a brow, "I must admit I do not understand what you mean, Ms. Andrey."

"When I substituted for him the two days he was in the hospital, it was apparent that his classes were used to being taught very strictly, there is no chatter, passing notes, the students who have done good work may be chosen to read their essays out loud- which they seemed eager to do, everyone is in their place and always on time. Although that did not last very long when they realised he was not there..."

Damon frowned.

"Of course, they snapped back in line when I told them he was expecting a rapport."

Damon nodded. He might be 'young', but he's grown up in the 1850's. His style was more laid back that his own teacher, but he taught the same way he was taught... roughly.

"I'd also like to mention that Tyler is a candidate for a number of football scholarships as a result of his sudden increase in performance on the field," McAfee, head coach, said. It had seemed to him that Tyler did well with needing someone to impress.

Richard frowned, "He has not mentioned this to me."

"The letters are in the top drawer on the left hand bedside table," Damon added helpfully. He'd found them by accident.

An hour later Tyler was sitting in front of Mr. Dumas and the school councillor. And he was annoyed. He was supposed to be at circuit training but instead he was stuck in this dustier-than-hell office having to answer questions about him and Damon.

"When did you and Mr. Salvatore decide to pursue a relationship, Tyler?" The councillor, Anna Woolf asked him kindly.

"About... two and some, three months ago I think..."

"You think?"

"We're not to big on anniversaries?" Tyler replied dryly, channelling his inner Damon.

"How were you first approached by Mr Salvatore?"

"I never was. Whenever I saw him it was always council business, picking up Stefan, Elena or Caroline after practice- which wasn't often as he got Stefan a mustang last year so he usually drives himself.

"Who are... Stefan, Elena and Caroline?" Mr. Dumas askes while jotting down notes.

"Stefan is his younger brother, he's in the year below me. Elena is Stefan's girlfriend, and Caroline's best friend- Caroline being Damon ex from some time last year."

"How do Caroline and Mr. Salvatore interact now?"

"Like bickering siblings," Tyler replied, bored.

"Excuse me?"

"Like family. They're friends."

"And you don't have a problem with that?"

"Uh, there is not really any reason to..." Tyler replied. Neither Tyler, nor his inner wolf saw any threat to Damon in little miss vampire Barbie.

"Right," the councillor said and wrote something on her chart. "So you approached Mr Salvatore?"

"Yes."

"How?"

"I slammed him up against a tree at a party in the woods."

The councillor tipped her glasses and shook her head, "This is serious, Tyler. You can't joke around."

"I'm not joking," Tyler replied. "I slammed him up against a tree and fucked him senseless. His knees were so weak he couldn't even stand on his own feet afterwards."

Ok, so he didn't actually say that, but he thought it, and he really wanted to say it. But alas, he did not.

"I pushed him up against a tree... and I... kissed him."

She tipped her glasses again, "Do you expect me to believe that you, a teenage boy, manhandled a full grown man?"

Tyler stood up, "Look at me," he said and spread his arms out, "Im a 6'3, 90k football-player, Damon is 6'0 70- something k."

"Point taken," Mr. Dumas said, sounding as bored as ever. "Do you and Mr. Salvatore ever argue."

"Yeah."

"About what?"

Tyler shrugged and sat down, "About whatever we disagree upon at the time," he said, "We don't really have any particular issues that I can think of."

"Right," Mr. Dumas made a note, "And do you have sexual relations."

Both of Tyler's brows flew to his hairline, "Are you for real?"

Mr. Dumas took of his glasses and stared at Tyler, "I am indeed 'for real' Mr. Lockwood. This is a very serious matter."

Tyler glared at him, "Yes, we have sex. Pretty much every day, if you care to know," he snapped.

"And - I understand that this is a sensitive topic, but in regards to your sexual activity," Anne asked, "But in order to make sure that there is no abuse taking place," She could swear the students eyes flashed gold, "to you alternate between who tops or is it one sided?"

"Gee, is a girl abused just because she doesn't -" Tyler scoffed.

"Mr. Lockwood."

"We don't switch," Tyler growled, his voice sounding like it came from deep in his chest. His knuckles were turning white as his hands clenched.

"And are you okay with that?"

Tyler almost rolled his eyes. So they thought - "Yeah, I'm okay with that."

"And Mr. Salvatore has never pressured or forced you, or... damaged you?"

Tyler sucked his teeth, "And exactly how do you suggest he'd 'damage' me? Scratch up my back? Bite me? I can assure you, it's a pleasure."

The councillor mouth formed a perfect 'o' as she realised her misunderstanding. She'd assumed that beause Tyler as younger, that he... "And in regards to your physical advantage over Mr. Salvatore, have you ever forced, pressured or damaged him?"

Tyler saw red.

AN; you guys this we can reach 200 with this one? Just fourteen reviews! eh, 'just', *blush* ...