` ` hark what light through yonder boiler breaks

[Sahari D'Aveed]

Sahari leaned idly against the unpainted cement wall of the boiler room. His pale lilac eyes slid from the ceiling to the boiler then down to his feet, he came down here often to escape the hustle and bustle of everyday life. Thankfully it was rarely used and the odd occasion that he’d run in to anyone here they’d glance at him crush their cigs and leave.

Not well liked was dear Sahari.

Rich and powerful though he may be, friendly he was not. Sahari reached in to his back pocket, it was a miracle he could keep anything in their due to the cramped nature of his pants. He brushed his fingers idly against the top of the crush pack of smokes and wondered breezily if the cigarettes were even still smoke-able. His finger found the head of what felt like a still round smoke, he fished it up and stared at it, just a little broken. Tch, story of his life.

He pressed the butt to his lips and fished a lighter from another pocket lower down on his jeans. He flipped the lid and held the glowing orange flame to the somewhat crooked edge of the broken cigarette, it flared a bright orange for a moment and he quickly flipped the lighter closed with a soft click. Smoke trickled past his nose as he closed his eyes enjoying his daily dose of nicotine and wondering how he’d get through his day without the forcefully induced calm. It wasn’t all glitz and glamour being rich, just because he had money and status in the school system; because the other rich kids forced him to be apart of their ridiculous clique didn’t mean that he was entirely happy with it.

But Sahari was the great pretender, no one knew his secrets, no one knew the truth about him and he would keep it that way. Girls were fascinated by his enigma like attitude, by his natural lilac eyes, by his loner attitude even though he was always surrounded by people. Except for now, he wondered if the girls would think him cooler for smoking. They all made him sick, whimpering and whining over men like they were morsels of meat. But who was he kidding, he enjoyed the attention, it was more than he got at home.

Smoke billowed in gray lines between his lips now as he breathed out a heavy sigh. Sahari was to everyone out going, excitable, loveable and somewhat annoying but underneath all that were darker bits. His money was enough to buy him a disguise but his past was always lurking right under the surface. He ruffled his fingers through his hair and pulled the cig from between his lips blowing yet another death cloud in to the atmosphere.

”I’ve got to stop thinking so much, it’s always depressing.”

He grinned a little at himself; wild was the true Sahari, wild and untamed by anyone, at least on the inside.

[`liam steiben]

Liam moved quickly, glancing over his narrow shoulders every few moments, golden orbs watching for any sign of movement behind him. Thank God... He thought to himself as the forms of his gym classmates hadn't appeared. Gym was absolutely the class he hated the most, for many reasons. He was horrible when it came to sports...They made fun of him...and the whole changing in front of people thing wasn't very comfortable for him, leading to him changing every time in one of the bathroom stalls. And showering? There was no need to, as he pretty much just stood around the entire gym class, slacking at every little thing. But today had been the worst. Upon trying to get into one of the stalls to change, there were a few comments made about the guys 'doubting he was actually a guy'.

"You wanna look like a girl so much...We'll treat you like one."

"You might like it anyway. I'm sure you're use to it."

The words echoed in his head, furrowing his brow as he recalled them making an attempt to get his jeans off. Liam whimpered slightly as he moved down the hall, swallowing hard as he glanced behind him once again. Yet this time, he was out of luck. Three of them had actually started down the hall after him, breaking out into a sprint as they saw him.

Liam instantly ran, long legs carrying him quickly down the hall and around the corner. That was one thing that he was actually good at...running. As he turned the corner, Liam slipped quickly into the first room that he saw, shutting the door fast behind him, hand still holding it tight. Already, he was shaking with slight fear as he pulled back on the door, in a weak attempt to keep someone from yanking it open, though he'd most likely go flying with it. There was silence as he pressed his ear up against the door, closing his eyes as he heard the footsteps of the jocks running passed the door.

A weak sigh of relief rolled over his lips as he hung his head, thankful that he hadn't been victim to some sort of locker room rape. Thinking that he was out of trouble, Liam let his hand move away from the door, just as he caught a wiff of smoke. Whipping around quickly, he eyed the boy that leaned against the wall, remaining silent as he awkwardly looked away from him, wondering if he would be safer simply darting back out into the hallway and making a break for the office.

[Sahari D'Aveed]

Sahari stared at the boy that had barged in on his privacy; now this right here was a rare occurrence. Usually people fled from the boiler room when he was here, he’d never had someone run to him before. The thought was enough to twist his lips and make him choke out a small puff of smoke, his form of an insuppressible laugh. He waved the smoke from his face but it was merely to clear his throat than the air, after all his senses were dull to the smell of cancer sticks, it didn’t bug him anymore.

He lifted his lilac eyes and found the boy staring at him with a look that was familiar to him, growing horror. He hated that look and it quickly wiped the smile off his face as he stared somewhat dully at the boy before him. He took one last long drag and flicked the cig in to the open boiler using his elbow to shut the grill once more.

“Look I’m not gonna kill you so can the rabbit routine.”

Sahi hesitated somewhat then stepped closer to him, not really intentionally but he was indeed standing in front of the door, all six feet of that delicious looking obviously German body. Sahi had been in this country so long his accent was pretty much come and go, what that meant was stress, fear and arousal brought it back and the purring deepness of the Middle Eastern accent that was his seemed to be coming out in full force. If it wasn’t for the fact that this kid was so obviously a sub he might have gone for it, that and his eyes weren’t to his taste.

Sahari was a predator, a wolf in sheep’s clothing, but he did not bed sheep he bedded other wolves. He sighed seeing the look on his face once more and contemplated on what he could possibly do to make him realize he wasn’t trying to hurt him, just leave him to whatever mess he was in that did not involve him at all. See? Sahi had the Bliss attitude in him when it suited him and right now the hoard of angry jocks that were milling around in the hallway were not his problem, they were this kids.

”Who are you anyway?”

Another thing that had Sahi spoiled, he was an elite he expected everyone to know his name; he expected not to have to explain anything about himself because his file was pretty much public record around here. He ruffled his hair once more and relaxed his body, maybe if the wolf looked armless the sheep would take the bait and walk right in to its open jaws.