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sailorstarsunWas going to post this last night, but IJ was being a bitch.
ConCrit plz!
Title: One Last Chance
Genre: drama, romance, mm/yaoi/slash/gay/whatever you want to call it
Rating: R/NC-17 - there are some detailed sex scenes, but it's not a smut story
Warnings: Some of those sex scenes are a bit rough, but everything is consensual. Also, if you're perceptive, spoilers. >3
Chapter Notes: I was going to say I like this chapter better than the first, then decided I don't. Maybe it starts getting a little more interesting, though.
And at least one person out there should know exactly who someone is. >3
Chapter 2
For the first time in a long while, Nicholai Volkov was up early. Though not because of professor Feldspar’s threat of calling his father – which would ultimately result in getting him pulled from the boarding school and placed into one of those “scared straight” military schools – if he were late to class one more time. No, today he was up early to find someone, the person responsible for him being in this one last chance situation.
Everything would have been fine and normal if that brat hadn’t been in his seat. If he had known his place, if he had not acted so damned amused in the face of Nicholai’s anger, everything would be business as usual.
One last chance.
If the inevitable was going to happen, it would be on his terms. His life, or at least this small part of it, would be in his own hands. He would be the one to choose when his time at this school would be up, and he chose this very morning. He would use his last chance to beat the smile right off that little shit’s face.
He didn’t even know the kid’s name, but he immediately recognized him. Black hair that hung longer in front and was trimmed neatly in back, and large gray eyes. No… more than gray... As the newcomer came closer, walking with a couple other students, Nicholai saw his eyes actually sparkled, like glitter or polished silver. It was a fine contrast to his own golden eyes.
Actually, everything about the other seemed to be his opposite. The kid’s hair stayed combed down neatly, while Nicholai’s gray locks were tousled and spiked upwards. An average height and slender build compared to his tall, muscled frame. And the other’s face held an easy smile, whereas Nicholai was permanently etched with a scowl.
His lip curled into a sneer at the thought, as he ducked around a corner and waited. When the group of boys started to pass, he reached out and grabbed the new kid by his shirtfront and slammed him against the wall.
“You’ve got a lot of nerve coming here and acting like you can do whatever.”
“I’m sorry, have we met?” His voice was a smooth tenor.
Nicholai slammed him into the wall again. “You need to learn your place, brat.”
A crowd of students was starting to gather, some shouting “Fight!” while others demanded Nicholai let the other go. At least one person called for someone to get a teacher, and a couple braced themselves to step in if it came to blows.
“Must be nice,” Nicholai glowered as he glanced at the crowed out of the corner of his eye. “Only been here a day and already you’ve got people rushing to defend you. Must be nice to be so fucking popular.”
“Being friendly works wonders.”
“It’s hard to be friendly when the whole world hates you!”
The kid only stared at him, face neutral but a searching look crossing his silver eyes. For a moment, everything was still. The gathered crowd held a collective breath, waiting to see what would happen. Nicholai glared, focused on his prey, looking for the moment, for the right excuse to start wailing on him. And the new student only stared.
And then, quietly, he spoke. “I see.”
“What do you see?” Nicholai responded with bared fangs.
Instead of answering, the other simply said “I think you should let me go now.”
“Hn~? I haven’t even started beating your ass yet.”
“I really, really think you should let me go now.”
“Like I’m going to listen to you.”
He gave a little sigh, then just said “Alright.”
Nicholai didn’t even know what happened, but a second later he was face down on the ground. His right arm was bent painfully behind his back, and the other boy was sitting on top of him, holding his wrist in a tight grip. He tried to struggle, but that only resulted in his arm being pushed up further; his shoulder felt like it was being torn apart.
Nobody laughed – everyone was too stock-still with shock – but it didn’t stop Nicholai from burning with anger and embarrassment. The first time he’d ever been brought down, and it was in front of a bunch of people.
He was going to kill the little shit.
As if cued by the thought, the boy leaned down, putting his mouth near Nicholai’s ear, and said “My uncle owns a dojo. He says I’m his best student.”
“You’re dead!” With a low growl he pushed himself up on his left arm, ignoring the pain in his right shoulder, and bucked the other off of him. Turning fast, he managed to catch the kid, and pinned him to the floor. His longer, stronger body easily held the boy down, and he brought their faces close. “I’m going to make you regret ever coming here.”
Before he had a chance to bust open the brat’s face, a familiar voice screeched out “Nicholai Volkov, get up right now!” And he knew it was all over. He’d wasted his last chance. “You may as well go pack your bags; I want you on the first bus out of here as soon as we’re done calling your father.”
His fists clenched as he stood up. His teeth ground. But there was nothing more to say; nothing more to do. He’d had enough, time to go. So he turned to go back to his room.
Before he’d taken his second step, a smooth tenor stopped him. “Wait, please.”
“Luciano?”
So that was the kid’s name? Nicholai turned to see what he would do.
“Mrs. Feldspar,” the boy, Luciano, was approaching the professor, “I’m sorry. It’s my fault. I provoked him first.”
The old woman pushed her glasses up, unsure of just what was going on. “You don’t need to cover for him, dear. He won’t be able to bother you anymore.”
“I’m serious. I started it, and I’d feel just horrible if he were punished because of me.” He gave a pout, and batted his eyelashes. “Forgive me?”
She relented. “Alright... I’ll let it go this time, for your sake, and because nobody was hurt. Just... stay away from him.” Then she turned to Nicholai. “I’m not about to call our new student a liar, so you’re safe this time. But what I said yesterday still stands. You’re on your last thread, mister.” She moved to head towards the classroom, but looked back to have one last word. “And remember, Nicholai, lateness will not be accepted. You have ten minutes to get to class.”
When she was gone, Luciano told his friends he’d catch up, and urged them, as well as the onlookers, to get to class. Nicholai just glared at him, and when most everyone had uneasily left, he stormed up to him, getting into his face.
“I don’t need you to protect me.”
“Protect? I was just being honest. I did provoke you, after all.”
“You really piss me off!”
The other’s response was to take a step back, then raised his left hand in front of his face, peering through spread fingers. It was... odd.
“...... What are you doing?”
Luciano pulled his hand away from his face and gave a light laugh. With a smile, he said “It’s funny, huh? My Papa has these strange eyes that can see into people’s souls. And he says when he does this...” He put his hand back up, only his silver eyes visible from behind long fingers. “It blocks out everything else, so only the person’s heart comes through. You can learn a lot about a person by reading their heart.”
Nicholai narrowed his eyes. “You think you can read me?”
“Well...” Luciano put his hand back down, smiling up at Nicholai. “I don’t have Papa’s eyes, but I think I know a little about you.”
“You don’t know anything.”
“I think you want someone to understand you. You want someone to recognize the pain in your anger.”
“You don’t know anything!” he repeated.
“Papa says-“
“Papa! Papa! Papa! You some kind of daddy’s boy?”
“Well... no, Daddy isn’t quite as intelli-“
He was cut off again when Nicholai grabbed his shirtfront, pulling him close to growl into his face. “If nothing else, you read this. I hate spoiled little brats like you who’ve always had everything handed to you. You and your perfect fucking home lives disgust me. Don’t even pretend that you could ever understand what I’ve been through! You have no idea what it’s like to not be wanted by anyone!”
Softly, Luciano brought his hands up to cover Nicholai’s. They were warm, and the taller boy could feel the heat spread up his arms and to his chest. Then Luciano leaned up and forward, bringing his mouth close to Nicholai’s ear. He spoke in a low voice; this was just for the two of them. “The truth is,” he said, “I’m adopted. Until I was eight years old, I lived in a black market orphanage, expected to be some skeezy criminal’s sex slave. But I got lucky, the couple who adopted me didn’t want me for that.
Instead, I was adopted by someone who didn’t know how to raise a child, as he himself never had a proper father figure, just as his father before him never did. I was adopted to be the heir to a family empire, not because anyone actually wanted me around.”
He pulled back and looked Nicholai in the face. He had his attention.
“I was pushed off onto other members of the household, and for a long time I hated Papa, and Vati.”
“You talk like your family is very close.”
Luciano smiled. “We are now. We worked through our problems.”
“I don’t think I’ll be working through my problems.”
“Mm, that may be so.” He gently pried Nicholai’s hands off his shirt, and took a few steps back. “The point is, there are others who’ve also had difficult lives, so maybe someday you will find someone who understands.”
Then, with a smile and a tilt of his head, Luciano turned and headed toward the classroom.
Nicholai was intrigued. Very intrigued, and a little aroused. Who were this kid’s parents, and why would they adopt out of a black market orphanage, instead of a legit one? Why did Luciano get sent here, and in the middle of the semester?
And why the hell were so many different feelings running through him? The anger was still there, though not as violent. But so was interest, confusion, longing, lust. There was something strange about that boy, and a need began to grow in the pit of Nicholai’s stomach.
He wanted to consume him.
The plan changed. Shifted. He was not going to kick the shit out of the new kid.
He was going to fuck him.
He didn’t yet know how he was going to sleep with Luciano, but he knew he had to. A flame had sparked, and taking the boy was the only way to douse it. A hunger was exploding within him, and it wouldn’t be sated until the other was writhing beneath him.
Of course, to even have a chance he would have to stay in this school. So with a minute and a half until the bell rang, Nicholai stuck his head into room 210, the class across the hall from his homeroom, and called for Clay to come out.
When they met in the hall, he thrust his uniform’s tie at the small boy. “Tie this for me.”
“Nico! You’re going to wear your tie!?”
“Hurry up! I have to be in class before the bell rings.”
“Ok~ Bend down.” Nicholai stooped down so Clay could reach, and he quickly began tying the knot, saying “You’re seventeen years old; you should be able to do this on your own,” as he did so. When it was finished, he buttoned the button on Nicholai’s jacket. “There, all done.” Then he leaned in to whisper “And my butt still hurts from last night.”
Nicholai gave him a grin as he stood up. “Naughty brat.”
Clay just giggled and waved, then ducked back into the classroom.
With three strides of his long legs, Nicholai was through the doorway of his own homeroom. Not a second later, the bell began to ring. Feldspar gave him a ‘you’re pushing it’ look, and he returned with an ‘I’m here, aren’t I?’ shrug.
When he looked to where his desk was, he found it empty. The chair was pulled back slightly, as if inviting him to sit. And in the desk right next to it, Luciano sat with his amused little smile.
“You’re a fast learner,” Nicholai said as he dropped into the seat.
“Papa always said so,” the other replied.
Nicholai snorted in response, as Professor Feldspar stood at the front of the room with her homeroom announcements in hand.
“Alright, class. Let’s begin.”
/chapter 2
ConCrit plz!
Title: One Last Chance
Genre: drama, romance, mm/yaoi/slash/gay/whatever you want to call it
Rating: R/NC-17 - there are some detailed sex scenes, but it's not a smut story
Warnings: Some of those sex scenes are a bit rough, but everything is consensual. Also, if you're perceptive, spoilers. >3
Chapter Notes: I was going to say I like this chapter better than the first, then decided I don't. Maybe it starts getting a little more interesting, though.
And at least one person out there should know exactly who someone is. >3
Chapter 2
For the first time in a long while, Nicholai Volkov was up early. Though not because of professor Feldspar’s threat of calling his father – which would ultimately result in getting him pulled from the boarding school and placed into one of those “scared straight” military schools – if he were late to class one more time. No, today he was up early to find someone, the person responsible for him being in this one last chance situation.
Everything would have been fine and normal if that brat hadn’t been in his seat. If he had known his place, if he had not acted so damned amused in the face of Nicholai’s anger, everything would be business as usual.
One last chance.
If the inevitable was going to happen, it would be on his terms. His life, or at least this small part of it, would be in his own hands. He would be the one to choose when his time at this school would be up, and he chose this very morning. He would use his last chance to beat the smile right off that little shit’s face.
He didn’t even know the kid’s name, but he immediately recognized him. Black hair that hung longer in front and was trimmed neatly in back, and large gray eyes. No… more than gray... As the newcomer came closer, walking with a couple other students, Nicholai saw his eyes actually sparkled, like glitter or polished silver. It was a fine contrast to his own golden eyes.
Actually, everything about the other seemed to be his opposite. The kid’s hair stayed combed down neatly, while Nicholai’s gray locks were tousled and spiked upwards. An average height and slender build compared to his tall, muscled frame. And the other’s face held an easy smile, whereas Nicholai was permanently etched with a scowl.
His lip curled into a sneer at the thought, as he ducked around a corner and waited. When the group of boys started to pass, he reached out and grabbed the new kid by his shirtfront and slammed him against the wall.
“You’ve got a lot of nerve coming here and acting like you can do whatever.”
“I’m sorry, have we met?” His voice was a smooth tenor.
Nicholai slammed him into the wall again. “You need to learn your place, brat.”
A crowd of students was starting to gather, some shouting “Fight!” while others demanded Nicholai let the other go. At least one person called for someone to get a teacher, and a couple braced themselves to step in if it came to blows.
“Must be nice,” Nicholai glowered as he glanced at the crowed out of the corner of his eye. “Only been here a day and already you’ve got people rushing to defend you. Must be nice to be so fucking popular.”
“Being friendly works wonders.”
“It’s hard to be friendly when the whole world hates you!”
The kid only stared at him, face neutral but a searching look crossing his silver eyes. For a moment, everything was still. The gathered crowd held a collective breath, waiting to see what would happen. Nicholai glared, focused on his prey, looking for the moment, for the right excuse to start wailing on him. And the new student only stared.
And then, quietly, he spoke. “I see.”
“What do you see?” Nicholai responded with bared fangs.
Instead of answering, the other simply said “I think you should let me go now.”
“Hn~? I haven’t even started beating your ass yet.”
“I really, really think you should let me go now.”
“Like I’m going to listen to you.”
He gave a little sigh, then just said “Alright.”
Nicholai didn’t even know what happened, but a second later he was face down on the ground. His right arm was bent painfully behind his back, and the other boy was sitting on top of him, holding his wrist in a tight grip. He tried to struggle, but that only resulted in his arm being pushed up further; his shoulder felt like it was being torn apart.
Nobody laughed – everyone was too stock-still with shock – but it didn’t stop Nicholai from burning with anger and embarrassment. The first time he’d ever been brought down, and it was in front of a bunch of people.
He was going to kill the little shit.
As if cued by the thought, the boy leaned down, putting his mouth near Nicholai’s ear, and said “My uncle owns a dojo. He says I’m his best student.”
“You’re dead!” With a low growl he pushed himself up on his left arm, ignoring the pain in his right shoulder, and bucked the other off of him. Turning fast, he managed to catch the kid, and pinned him to the floor. His longer, stronger body easily held the boy down, and he brought their faces close. “I’m going to make you regret ever coming here.”
Before he had a chance to bust open the brat’s face, a familiar voice screeched out “Nicholai Volkov, get up right now!” And he knew it was all over. He’d wasted his last chance. “You may as well go pack your bags; I want you on the first bus out of here as soon as we’re done calling your father.”
His fists clenched as he stood up. His teeth ground. But there was nothing more to say; nothing more to do. He’d had enough, time to go. So he turned to go back to his room.
Before he’d taken his second step, a smooth tenor stopped him. “Wait, please.”
“Luciano?”
So that was the kid’s name? Nicholai turned to see what he would do.
“Mrs. Feldspar,” the boy, Luciano, was approaching the professor, “I’m sorry. It’s my fault. I provoked him first.”
The old woman pushed her glasses up, unsure of just what was going on. “You don’t need to cover for him, dear. He won’t be able to bother you anymore.”
“I’m serious. I started it, and I’d feel just horrible if he were punished because of me.” He gave a pout, and batted his eyelashes. “Forgive me?”
She relented. “Alright... I’ll let it go this time, for your sake, and because nobody was hurt. Just... stay away from him.” Then she turned to Nicholai. “I’m not about to call our new student a liar, so you’re safe this time. But what I said yesterday still stands. You’re on your last thread, mister.” She moved to head towards the classroom, but looked back to have one last word. “And remember, Nicholai, lateness will not be accepted. You have ten minutes to get to class.”
When she was gone, Luciano told his friends he’d catch up, and urged them, as well as the onlookers, to get to class. Nicholai just glared at him, and when most everyone had uneasily left, he stormed up to him, getting into his face.
“I don’t need you to protect me.”
“Protect? I was just being honest. I did provoke you, after all.”
“You really piss me off!”
The other’s response was to take a step back, then raised his left hand in front of his face, peering through spread fingers. It was... odd.
“...... What are you doing?”
Luciano pulled his hand away from his face and gave a light laugh. With a smile, he said “It’s funny, huh? My Papa has these strange eyes that can see into people’s souls. And he says when he does this...” He put his hand back up, only his silver eyes visible from behind long fingers. “It blocks out everything else, so only the person’s heart comes through. You can learn a lot about a person by reading their heart.”
Nicholai narrowed his eyes. “You think you can read me?”
“Well...” Luciano put his hand back down, smiling up at Nicholai. “I don’t have Papa’s eyes, but I think I know a little about you.”
“You don’t know anything.”
“I think you want someone to understand you. You want someone to recognize the pain in your anger.”
“You don’t know anything!” he repeated.
“Papa says-“
“Papa! Papa! Papa! You some kind of daddy’s boy?”
“Well... no, Daddy isn’t quite as intelli-“
He was cut off again when Nicholai grabbed his shirtfront, pulling him close to growl into his face. “If nothing else, you read this. I hate spoiled little brats like you who’ve always had everything handed to you. You and your perfect fucking home lives disgust me. Don’t even pretend that you could ever understand what I’ve been through! You have no idea what it’s like to not be wanted by anyone!”
Softly, Luciano brought his hands up to cover Nicholai’s. They were warm, and the taller boy could feel the heat spread up his arms and to his chest. Then Luciano leaned up and forward, bringing his mouth close to Nicholai’s ear. He spoke in a low voice; this was just for the two of them. “The truth is,” he said, “I’m adopted. Until I was eight years old, I lived in a black market orphanage, expected to be some skeezy criminal’s sex slave. But I got lucky, the couple who adopted me didn’t want me for that.
Instead, I was adopted by someone who didn’t know how to raise a child, as he himself never had a proper father figure, just as his father before him never did. I was adopted to be the heir to a family empire, not because anyone actually wanted me around.”
He pulled back and looked Nicholai in the face. He had his attention.
“I was pushed off onto other members of the household, and for a long time I hated Papa, and Vati.”
“You talk like your family is very close.”
Luciano smiled. “We are now. We worked through our problems.”
“I don’t think I’ll be working through my problems.”
“Mm, that may be so.” He gently pried Nicholai’s hands off his shirt, and took a few steps back. “The point is, there are others who’ve also had difficult lives, so maybe someday you will find someone who understands.”
Then, with a smile and a tilt of his head, Luciano turned and headed toward the classroom.
Nicholai was intrigued. Very intrigued, and a little aroused. Who were this kid’s parents, and why would they adopt out of a black market orphanage, instead of a legit one? Why did Luciano get sent here, and in the middle of the semester?
And why the hell were so many different feelings running through him? The anger was still there, though not as violent. But so was interest, confusion, longing, lust. There was something strange about that boy, and a need began to grow in the pit of Nicholai’s stomach.
He wanted to consume him.
The plan changed. Shifted. He was not going to kick the shit out of the new kid.
He was going to fuck him.
He didn’t yet know how he was going to sleep with Luciano, but he knew he had to. A flame had sparked, and taking the boy was the only way to douse it. A hunger was exploding within him, and it wouldn’t be sated until the other was writhing beneath him.
Of course, to even have a chance he would have to stay in this school. So with a minute and a half until the bell rang, Nicholai stuck his head into room 210, the class across the hall from his homeroom, and called for Clay to come out.
When they met in the hall, he thrust his uniform’s tie at the small boy. “Tie this for me.”
“Nico! You’re going to wear your tie!?”
“Hurry up! I have to be in class before the bell rings.”
“Ok~ Bend down.” Nicholai stooped down so Clay could reach, and he quickly began tying the knot, saying “You’re seventeen years old; you should be able to do this on your own,” as he did so. When it was finished, he buttoned the button on Nicholai’s jacket. “There, all done.” Then he leaned in to whisper “And my butt still hurts from last night.”
Nicholai gave him a grin as he stood up. “Naughty brat.”
Clay just giggled and waved, then ducked back into the classroom.
With three strides of his long legs, Nicholai was through the doorway of his own homeroom. Not a second later, the bell began to ring. Feldspar gave him a ‘you’re pushing it’ look, and he returned with an ‘I’m here, aren’t I?’ shrug.
When he looked to where his desk was, he found it empty. The chair was pulled back slightly, as if inviting him to sit. And in the desk right next to it, Luciano sat with his amused little smile.
“You’re a fast learner,” Nicholai said as he dropped into the seat.
“Papa always said so,” the other replied.
Nicholai snorted in response, as Professor Feldspar stood at the front of the room with her homeroom announcements in hand.
“Alright, class. Let’s begin.”
/chapter 2
