"You're going to answer my questions, and you're going to answer them honestly. Do you understand?"
Islyl nods, his eyes wide with fear. He can feel Xavier's grip tightening around his throat, making it hard to breathe.
Xavier looks at Islyl, penetrating his soul. "What are you?" He asks. "You feel weird. I know you're human. But why do you make me feel so unsettled? And why do you make me want to hide you somewhere far away?"
Islyl swallows hard, trying to find his voice. He looks at Xavier, feeling vulnerable under his gaze.
"I...I don't know what you mean, sir. I'm just a student, like any other."
Xavier leans forward, his lips brushing the side of Islyls ear. He sniffs his neck. "You smell so good"
Islyl shivers involuntarily as Xavier leans in closer. He can feel the warmth of Xavier's breath on his skin, and the sensation of his lips brushing against his ear makes him uncomfortable.
Xavier suddenly licks and bites his ear, breaking skin. Islyl's blood leaks out, Xavier licking it up.
As Xavier tastes Islyl's blood, he feels an intense craving wash over him. He's never experienced anything like it before. His mind becomes fixated on Islyl, and he can't get enough of his taste.
Islyl is caught off guard as Xavier pulls him into a kiss and pushes him onto the bed. He tries to resist, but Xavier's strength is too much for him. He can feel the heat of Xavier's body against his own, and the intensity of the kiss is overwhelming.
Xavier deepens the kiss, his tongue exploring Islyl's mouth hungrily. He runs his hands over Islyl's body, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath his clothes. His touch is possessive, almost desperate, as if he can't get enough of Islyl.
Xavier breaks the kiss, his breathing heavy. He looks down at Islyl, his eyes dark with desire. He starts to unbutton Islyl's shirt, his fingers trembling slightly with excitement.
Islyl lies there, frozen with fear and confusion. He can feel Xavier's hands on his skin, tracing the contours of his chest. Xavier's touch is both gentle and possessive, and Islyl can't help but shiver as he feels himself being undressed.
"Ah fuck! System, system, help, emergency!!!"
Sigma: Host, you must stay in character. Your character will do anything for the Dean, and this would be the perfect puppet for him, as well.
Xavier finishes unbuttoning Islyl's shirt and pushes it aside, exposing his chest. He runs his hands over Islyl's bare skin, tracing the lines of his muscles and the curves of his body. His touch is almost reverent, as if he's worshipping a god.
Xavier bites into Liam's shoulder, his teeth sinking deep into the flesh. He licks the wound, the taste of Liam's blood filling his mouth. As he does so, he uses his own blood power to mix with Islyl's blood.
The sensation of their powers mixing and Xavier's high-class status is too much for Islyl to handle. He feels a rush of power and pleasure wash over him, and he loses control of himself. His eyes roll back in his head, and he lets out a moan.
Xavier watches as Islyl loses control, a satisfied smirk on his face. He continues to drink Liam's blood, mixing it with Islyl's, and feeling the power coursing through his veins.
He notices a wet spot on Islyl's pants.
Xavier raises an eyebrow, noticing the wet spot on Islyl's pants. He pulls back from Liam and looks at Islyl with a mix of surprise and amusement.
"Oh, looks like someone's enjoying themselves."
Xavier leans in closer to Islyl, his voice low and sultry.
"You like that, don't you? Feeling the power, feeling the rush. You're such a dirty little thing, aren't you?"
Xavier runs his fingers through Islyl's hair, his touch possessive and dominant.
Xavier spends what feels like an eternity kissing Islyl, his lips moving hungrily over every inch of his body. He takes his time, exploring every curve and contour, savoring the taste of Islyl's skin. He kisses and bites, leaving marks all over Islyl's body.
His hands slip down, exposing Islyl.
Xavier then starts to grind his body against Islyl's, their members rubbing together in a sensual dance. He can feel the heat building between them, the tension and desire reaching a fever pitch.
Xavier pulls back slightly, looking down at Islyl with a smirk on his face. He can see the effect he's having on him, the way his body trembles and his breathing quickens.
"You're so responsive, so sensitive. I love it."
Xavier continues to grind against Islyl, their bodies moving in perfect sync. The friction builds, and they both feel themselves nearing the edge. Finally, with a loud moan, they both reach their climax, their bodies shuddering with pleasure.
Islyl can barely speak, his mind still reeling from the experience. He looks up at Xavier.
islyl stands up shakily, getting into his own bed, burrowing under the covers.
Turns out, it was Liam's bed they just did all of that in. Oh well, Islyl will be sleep by the time Liam returns from the infirmary anyway.
Xavier watches as Islyl gets into bed, a smirk still on his face. He's not surprised that Islyl did this,since Liam's bed.. ahem, well, given the events that just transpired.
He gets up and heads to the bathroom, cleaning himself up before returning home to his own bed.
—
The next day, Islyl wakes up to the sound of someone kicking his bed. He groggily opens his eyes, glaring at the person
It's Liam, looking annoyed and tired. He crosses his arms over his chest, glaring down at Islyl.
"What the hell happened to my bed?!
Islyl sits up, rubbing his eyes. He looks around the room, noticing the mess.
"Uh...I can explain..."
Islyl takes a deep breath, trying to sound convincing.
"Yeah, Xavier hit me during the fight, and I got knocked back. I didn't realize it until it was too late, and I crashed into your bed."
The bracelet on Liam's wrist pings, and he glances down at it. The screen lights up with a notification, and he taps it to read the message.
The message reads "Delivery of bedframe scheduled for 1 hour from now. Please be present at the delivery location to receive the item."
Liam stares at the message, his annoyance momentarily forgotten.
"A new bed, huh? Well, at least I won't have to sleep on the floor tonight." He sneers.
Liam sighs, relieved that the bed is being delivered so quickly. He looks back up at Islyl, a small smirk on his face.
"Well, looks like my new bed will be here soon. You can put it together, since you're the reason it's broken in the first place."
Sigma: serves you right.
***
Zachary, Liam, and Kira arrive at their dorm room, only to hear the sound of shouting and arguing coming from inside.
*Zachary looks at Liam and Kira, his expression worried.
"What the hell is going on in there?"
The monologue from inside the room is loud and clear, the words carrying through the door.
The voice sounds like Max's, filled with anger and hurt.
"You never really cared about me, did you? You were just using me, just like everyone else."
Zachary, Liam, and Kira listen in, their faces filled with shock and confusion. They exchange glances, wondering what the hell is happening between Max and Islyl.
Max runs out of the room, tears streaming down his face. He sees Zachary, Liam, and Kira standing there, their expressions a mix of shock and concern.
Zachary is the first to react, stepping forward and gently grabbing Max's arm.
"Hey, hey, what's going on? Are you okay?"
Max looks up at Zachary, his eyes red and puffy from crying. He tries to speak, but all that comes out is a choked sob, only running away.
Kira, seeing Max run away, immediately follows after him, his long strides easily catching up to him.
Max runs through the hallway, not knowing where he's going. Kira keeps pace with him, trying to catch up and calm him down.
"Max, wait! Stop running!"
Max finally stops running, entering a small club room, leaning against the wall and sliding down to the floor. He buries his face in his hands, his body shaking with sobs. Kira follows him in, locking the door behind him for some privacy.
"It's so stupid, right?" Max cries, "I really thought that maybe even though we got into a fight, and I was being stupid, it was only because I was attracted to him."
Max whispers "I thought we had a chance.."
Kira kneels down beside Max, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder.
"It's not stupid, Max. You can't control how you feel. It's normal to have feelings for someone, even if they don't reciprocate."
"I feel so stupid, Kira."
Kira shakes his head, his voice gentle.
"You're not stupid, Max. You just have a big heart, and you care about people deeply. Sometimes, those feelings can lead to misunderstandings and hurt, but that doesn't make you stupid." The silence after this sentence is stifling, but Kira doesn't care. He stays by Max's side, letting him cry it out. He doesn't push him to talk, but instead just offers silent support.
After a few minutes, Max's sobs start to subside, and he lifts his head up, wiping his tears away with the back of his hand.
Kira looks at Max with concern, but also understanding.
"Feel better?"
Max nods slightly, still feeling embarrassed and ashamed.
"Yeah...I guess."
Kira gently takes Max's face in his hands, holding it firmly but gently. He looks directly into Max's eyes, his gaze steady and reassuring.
"Max, listen to me. I'm always here for you, no matter what. You're my friend, and I care about you."
Max looks into Kira's eyes, feeling a sense of comfort and safety in his touch. He leans into Kira's hand, his heart feeling a little less heavy.
"Thanks, Kira. I really appreciate it."
Kira smiles softly, his thumbs gently brushing away the remaining tears on Max's cheeks.
"Of course, Max. That's what friends are for. We're here to support each other, even when things get tough."
Kira releases Max's face, but keeps his hand on his shoulder, offering a reassuring squeeze.
Max takes a deep breath, feeling a little more grounded now that he's had a chance to talk and cry it out.
"I just...I don't know what to do now. I feel so stupid for getting my hopes up."
Kira hugs Max tightly, his arms wrapped around him in a comforting embrace. He tries to hide his own feelings, but a hint of sadness lingers on his face. He knows that Max is hurting, but what can he do except stay in the background?
Max clings to Kira, burying his face in his shoulder.
Max's body temperature drops, his skin feeling cold to the touch. He shivers involuntarily, but it's not from the cold. Inside him, the shadows seem to be excited, feeding off of his lust and aggression.
Max's eyes lock onto Kira, his gaze intense and hungry. Without warning, he lunges forward, tackling Kira to the ground and pinning him down.
Kira struggles against Max's grip, his eyes wide with surprise and confusion. He tries to push Max off, but the shadows inside Max seem to give him unnatural strength.
"Max, what the hell? Let go of me!"
Kira's eyes widen even further as Max kisses him deeply. He tries to protest, but the kiss is so unexpected and forceful that he finds himself responding to it, his body betraying him.
Kira's heart races as Max kisses him. He's been harboring secret feelings for Max for a while, but he never thought they would come to the surface like this. As much as he tries to resist, he can't help but respond to the kiss, his body responding to Max's touch.
Max loses control completely, his mind consumed by the shadows and his lust for Kira. He pulls at Kira's clothes, taking them off with a feral intensity. He pushes Kira onto the ground, his body covering him completely as he continues to kiss and touch him.
Kira tries to protest, but his words are swallowed by Max's kisses. He can feel Max's body pressing against his, the heat and hardness of him overwhelming. Despite his reservations, Kira finds himself responding to Max's touch, his own body betraying him as he arches up into Max's touch.
Max's hands roam over Kira's body, his touch rough and possessive. He bites and kisses at Kira's neck, marking him as his own. His fingers find their way to Kira's entrance, preparing him for what's to come.
Max's fingers slide into Kira, causing him to gasp and shudder. He continues to kiss and bite at Kira's neck, his other hand pinning Kira's wrists above his head.
Max pushes into Kira, his movements rough and forceful. He pours all of his frustration and anger into his actions, using Kira's body to vent his pent-up emotions. He doesn't hold back, thrusting into Kira with a primal intensity that leaves them both gasping for breath.
Kira's body arches up into Max's, his moans and gasps filling the air. He can feel Max's frustration and anger, but there's something else there too - a sense of desperation and need. As Max continues to thrust into him, Kira finds himself lost in the moment, his own desire and need for Max taking over.
Max's movements become more erratic as he nears his climax. He buries his face in Kira's neck, his breath hot against his skin. He's lost in the pleasure and the sensation of being inside Kira, his body tensing as he reaches the edge.
With a final, deep thrust, Max comes inside Kira, his body shuddering with release. He collapses on top of him, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he tries to catch his breath.
Kira lies there, his body still trembling from the force of Max's passion. He can feel Max's weight on top of him, the heat of his body radiating through him. He's still reeling from what just happened, his mind trying to process the intensity of the experience.
Kira feels a pang of sadness as he realizes that Max doesn't like him in that way. He knows that this encounter was driven by the rejection and not by genuine affection. He tries to push the feeling down, but it lingers in his chest like a heavy weight.
Kira sits up, his body still trembling slightly from the encounter. He looks over at Max, who's lying beside him, his eyes staring blankly at the ceiling. Kira feels a mix of emotions - confusion, hurt, and a sense of loss. He takes a deep breath and tries to speak again.
"Max... what just happened? Are you okay?"
Kira tries to speak to Max, but his words fall on deaf ears. Max's eyes are blank, as if he's not even present in his own body. The shadows are still in control, and they're driving him further and further away from reality.
Max doesn't respond, his gaze still fixed on the ceiling. He seems lost in his own thoughts, the shadows still gripping his mind and soul. To Kira, it seems as if Max rejects him, his disgust palpable.
Kira reaches out to touch him, but hesitates, unsure of what to do or say.
Kira's hand hovers above Max's arm, his heart aching at the sight of him. He wants to make sense of what just happened, but he doesn't know how. Feeling helpless and lost, as if he's trapped in a nightmare he can't wake up from.
"Max," Kira whispers, "plea—"
Kira gasps, losing his train of thought as Max looks at him, his eyes completely black with no iris or pupil. Dark tendrils are leaking from his body, the moving transparent shadows snaking across the floor and up the walls. Kira feels a sense of dread wash over him, as if he's looking at something otherworldly and evil.
Kira scrambles back, his heart pounding in his chest. He's never seen anything like this before, and it's terrifying. He tries to speak, but the words get stuck in his throat.
"Max... what.."
Kira struggles against the dark tendrils, but they only tighten their grip on him. He feels like he's suffocating, the shadows seeping into his skin and filling his lungs. He looks up at Max, his eyes wide with fear and desperation.
"Max... please..."
Kira's body starts to twitch and convulse as the shadow tendrils invade his body. His eyes roll back in his head, and his breathing becomes ragged and labored. He tries to scream, but the tendrils are filling his mouth and throat, silencing him.
Kira collapses to the ground, his body limp and motionless. The dark lines disappear from his body, as if they were never there. Max looks down at him, his eyes still black and lifeless. He reaches out a hand to touch Kira, lifting him onto the couch, leaving the club room in silence.
Max, whose mind is still blank,walks through the empty streets, his footsteps echoing in the darkness. He feels numb, like he's no longer in control of his own body. Something strange in his soul keeps whispering in his ear, urging him to do terrible things.
Max walks into an abandoned warehouse, the shadows guiding him. The warehouse is dark and eerie, with broken windows and rusted machinery. He walks deeper into the warehouse, the shadows growing stronger with each step.
Max stops in his tracks as he sees the dean standing in front of him, a twisted smile on his face. The shadows seem to coil around the dean, the threatening energy around him tense. Following the intense urge to approach this man, he steps forward.
The dean watches as Max approaches, his eyes gleaming with malice. He reaches out a hand, his fingers brushing against Max's cheek.
"Ah, my new puppet..."
The dean smiles, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. He looks at Max, who is standing before him, his mind still under the control of the shadows.
"You know, I have to hand it to Islyl. He did a fantastic job in getting you for me. But you know what's even more interesting? He really has no idea who your parents are."
Max's expression remains blank, his eyes still lifeless. The dean chuckles, enjoying the sight of Max's mindless obedience.
"I mean, how could he not know? Your parents are legends in the south base. But Islyl doesn't seem to care about that. He really did just see you as a means to an end.."
The dean walks around Max, his footsteps echoing through the empty warehouse. He circles him like a predator, studying him from all angles.
"You know, you're quite the prize. With your powers and your family's legacy, you're practically a walking goldmine. And Islyl just handed you over to me without even knowing the true value of what he had."
The dean stops in front of Max, his eyes glinting with excitement. He leans in, his voice dropping to a whisper.
"Your mission is simple. Sabotage the thing your parents love the most. Plunge them into despair, so they have no choice but to come to me."
Max nods mechanically, his eyes still blank. The dean grins, clearly pleased with Max's obedience. He pats him on the shoulder, a twisted smile on his face.
"Good boy. You know what you have to do. Now go, and make them suffer."
The dean watches as Max leaves the warehouse, his mind already plotting the next step in his plan. The shadows swirl around him, feeding off of his dark energy.
The warehouse falls silent, the only sound the echoing footsteps of Max as he walks away. The shadows seem to follow him, their whispers growing louder with each step. As he disappears into the night, the dean lets out a sinister laugh, his eyes glowing with malevolence.
"Soon, my puppets will bring me everything I've ever wanted. And then, I'll have the world at my feet."