It’d been so long since the last time he’d had any real fun too, all of last year spent on getting the lay of the land, learning the social hierarchy. He’d considered playing with the Devils of Vitality, university students and cadets same as him, but his brother had caught wind early on and put a stop to those notions.
Sila was annoyed about it, but he had to admit it was for the best. They couldn’t risk ruining their overall plan, which was to find a way to free themselves from their sanctimonious father.
A man who would toss his sons out on the streets if he ever caught wind of what they really were.
Different.
Broken.
Unique.
It varied depending on someone’s perspective, but no matter what label was put on it, the truth would always remain the same. The Varun twins had been born to a species that valued emotional stability above all else.
And that was the one thing they were lacking.
His brother’s problem was he felt too much. Sila was the flipside to that same coin. He didn’t feel enough. More than half of the expressions he wore on any given day he’d carefully learned by mimicking others. When they’d been younger, his brother had spent hours sitting across from him, showing him the same one over and over again until he could perfectly mirror it.
As soon as they’d realized they were different, they could have turned on one another to get ahead, but they hadn’t. Their instincts had been to grapple closer. To take comfort and trust in only each other. The result was an odd, almost overly dependent relationship between them. They were aware of that fact as well, which was why they’d fought so hard to come to Vitality for a fresh start.
Sila didn’t feel things like worry or doubt, but he did experience boredom and whenever that happened things got dangerous. If they’d stayed much longer on their home planet, that boredom was bound to lead him to slip and make a mistake. He’d put them both at risk then. They’d agreed they’d needed a new outlet. Needed to try a different approach without their father and the threat of those who already knew them hovering.
There’d been the very real chance things would simply repeat themselves here, of course, but as of late, Sila hadn’t been feeling bored at all.
There was nothing boring about Bay Delmar. The man was an amalgamation of differing parts that didn’t belong anywhere near each other. A professor who moonlighted as a street racer with a penchant for filthy sex theaters and getting off to photos of his student?
Name something more interesting.
He did a good job at staying hidden, but not good enough. If he hadn’t stalked the Varuns first, his secret could have remained just that, so really, this was Bay’s own fault.
Once he’d been made aware of the situation, it’d been almost laughably easy for Sila to identify the man. He’d been mildly intrigued over how a professor neither of them had a class with even knew of their existence, but then that curiosity had bloomed when Sila had tracked him downtown to the docks.
The illegal hoverbike races that took place there at least a couple of times a month had never interested him before, but that night, watching Bay don a disguise and win several races in a row…Sila had suddenly seen the appeal.
He’d been back many times since, placing bets on the professor, riding his coattails and lining his own pockets with Bay none-the-wiser. If they kept things up, Sila might even have enough money soon for him and his brother to ditch their original plan and get off this planet before graduation.
The races had been Bay’s first uncovered secret. The Seaside had been his second. They’d done this dance as well, Sila and Bay at the theater in adjoining rooms, the professor having no idea he was being filmed and watched. That his moans and the tiny pleas he made to himself were being recorded.
That all of the filthy, hardcore and sometimes degrading plots of the pornographic videos Bay chose were being noted and studied.
Sila’s kink was manipulation. Emotional. Psychological. Physical. Didn’t matter. He was into them all. He’d never had a sexual preference other than having to be in control of his partner, and had never had an interest in exploring the various types of sexual deviancies out there.
In that sense, Bay had opened his eyes to a whole new world he would have otherwise not bothered with. There were a few things he was even curious about trying himself, things he could picture himself doing with the professor. But that would have to wait.
These secrets weren’t enough. Sure, he could implode Bay’s life with them, but then it would all be over.
Week after week, he kept coming here and setting up the hidden cameras. The video files were stored on his tablet at home, some kept on his multi-slate. On more than one occasion, Sila had even found himself watching them.
Bay Delmar was a novelty, one that had managed to do the unthinkable and keep Sila’s interested for months now.
Maybe that said something about all of this, something Sila should be paying closer attention to…Maybe it didn’t. He didn’t so much care. So long as he got to do what he felt like doing when he felt like doing it, he didn’t try all that hard at questioning the why behind any of it.
He was who he was. End of story.
“Who are you though?” he asked the image of Bay. “What kind of pervert saves pictures of a student at their school and jerks off to them like this?”
Sila had already been on the phone with his brother when Bay had stormed into the room next door. The professor had made quick work of things, wasting no time to select a film before stripping down to nothing but the tie. He’d pulled a small bottle of lube from the pocket of his pants and removed his multi-slate, setting the device on the ground. The photo had only just barely flickered to life before he’d slathered a glob of lube between his cheeks and started playing with himself.
“Someone’s had a bad day,” Sila mussed, steepling his fingers. “Eager to blow off some steam, Professor?”
