“What made you this way?” Sila asked the screen, clicking his tongue when Bay sobbed to himself. “Don’t fret. I’ll find out.”
He wasn’t sure exactly when this little game of his had turned into something more, when he’d gone from curiously watching to coveting a taste. It didn’t really matter. Sila wasn’t in the habit of denying himself the things he wanted and his twenty years of existence had taught him the best way to get people to dance to his tune was to figure out their weakness.
Figure out what they truly desired.
Bay should be easy. He spied on the Varuns whenever they were on campus. The problem was, he clearly couldn’t tell them apart and assumed he was interested in the twin who attended the university. Since they swapped places every now and again, unbeknownst to everyone around them, it was impossible to say for sure which of them Bay actually wanted. Rin couldn’t pinpoint the exact moment they’d caught Bay’s attention, therefore they couldn’t figure out which of them the professor had originally seen and instantly fallen for.
Considering he loved fast hoverbikes, that should have been another potential angle for Sila to work with, however, word on the street was Bay wasn’t interested in upgrading his bike. Money wasn’t his main concern either. He made a fat sum at the races and yet barely touched a single coin of it. It all just sat in his bank account gathering dust. There were many things he needed, like a new car and a better house, yet he didn’t show any interest in upgrading his life despite having the means to do so.
Which meant something had made him that way. Had snuffed out the will to live in him.
Sila was confident that so long as he could uncover what that thing was, he could mold Bay to his liking with ease. It wasn’t that the professor was special or anything, but he was interesting for now.
Bay’s moans grew louder and he shifted on his knees to get more comfortable.
It was so tempting to slip his hand into his pants and palm his aching cock at the sight, but Sila refrained. The touch of his own flesh wasn’t the same as skin to skin contact with another person. He tipped his head at the screen, considering.
“I wasn’t sold before but,” he licked his lips, “should we play soon, Kitten?”
Suddenly he was curious how Bay would feel crushed beneath him. Would he cry pretty like he was doing now, alone? Or would he be stubborn and try to hold the tears back? Since he’d never shed them himself, Sila had always held a mild enthrallment toward tears. It was too dark in the theater room, but he could see the wet glisten on Bay’s cheeks reflecting from the light cast by the screen in front of him. He wished he had a better view.
If Sila walked in there right now, would he find the professor still wet and needy? Would Bay scream for help or be shocked into silence? Embarrassed at being caught, or excited that it was Sila who’d done the catching?
His brother would understand in the end, even if he was impatient now.
He was the only one who knew Sila’s urges and how deeply they ran. How tightly in control he kept his inner devil. The one he could feel stretching beneath his skin in anticipation of the hunt.
How long had it been since he’d played properly? At least a couple of years. Their senior year of high school he’d been forced to behave to ensure he and his brother got to leave and their freshman year, on a new planet, he’d done the same. He wouldn’t risk jeopardizing their new lives so soon. But now…
“Come quick, Kitten,” Sila said to the screen. “Do us both a favor and end the show early before I do something we’ll both regret.”
Bay because Sila would hurt him.
Sila because once he did it would all be over.
There was still so much left to uncover and explore where the sneaky professor was concerned. He’d unearth all of the skeletons hidden in his closet, discover exactly what made the smaller man tick, before this was through.
The long game. That was Sila’s style. So as much as a part of him wished he could enter the room next door right now and find out how good Bay’s skin might feel against his own, he wouldn’t.
Inhaling slowly, he calmed that inner devil and ordered in a tighter voice, “Come, baby.”
“Varun!” Bay cried out, emptying into his palm as he came. He jerked a bit and collapsed into a heap on the ground, moaning slightly as he slipped his fingers free from his sloppy hole, his other hand still wrapped tightly around his now flaccid dick.
Sila had known that photo was of him.
After a moment, Bay dragged himself back onto his feet and got dressed, washing his hands in the small sink unit against the wall. He kept his head bowed the entire time, never once glancing anywhere near where the camera was hidden.
Completely unaware that the man whose name he’d just called out was watching from less than ten feet away.
Sila grinned and let some of his true self free from its hidden compartment, the sensation a lot like getting up to stretch after a long time lying down.
“Let the games begin.”
Chapter 1:
The first day of the new semester required finesse. Altering his schedule had been a breeze, and Sila was on his way back from the class aid office when he spotted Rabbit Trace heading into the cafeteria. Last year, Rabbit had been the one friend he’d bothered to make, sticking to the older student during every lunch break. They were friends, but the kind that only hung out on campus and mostly in silence. It’d been nice actually, easy.
Too bad their relationship was going to have to undergo some changes.
