"-And apparently, he knocked up this poor underclassman, Klara Bourreau," Dakota told Lucas while they were watching some random flick Lucas put on. Dakota wasn't paying as much attention to the movie as Lucas was. "Poor girl. I doubt he'll even help her raise the kid- if the rumor is true."
"I doubt it is," Lucas replied, "If he's hated by many, it could have been a lie people passed around out of spite."
"Right but Avil says he knows Klara," Dakota replied, "She's in the gay-straight alliance club with him, and she also lives in our neighborhood-"
"Ah, that means she's rich," Lucas replied.
"Exactly," Dakota said, "She's also been gone from the club for a week prior to the rumor, according to Avil. Which means there's a possibility it's true, because- guess what."
"What?" Lucas replied, seemingly half-listening because of his tv show.
"Devin has been strangely silent and passive the past week too," Dakota continued, "Which is not like him at all. He's usually an obnoxious jerk. He also hasn't been at school much, and when he has been at school, he always leaves early."
"I believe that's because he's the main gossip at school right now," Lucas countered, "He probably doesn't want to hear himself featured in everyone's conversations."
"Wouldn't he just deny it, if it wasn't true?" Dakota replied.
"Detective," Lucas replied, finally looking at him. The blonde sat up from lying down on the bed and stared at Dakota with those intense blue irises.
"Detective?" Dakota repeated in question.
"Not just an officer," Lucas replied, "You'd make a good detective. Agent Moore. Sexy, right?" Lucas lifted himself up onto Dakota's lap, straddling his waist with his thighs. Dakota was thinking something was sexy, and it wasn't "Agent Moore."
"That's not even close to what I was just talking about," Dakota replied, but...detective?
"I know," Lucas replied, wrapping his arms around Dakota's neck, "But you'd make a good one. I can tell."
"I would?" Dakota asked, a little half-preoccupied with how close Lucas's lips were to his.
Suddenly, Lucas thumped his forehead onto Dakota's shoulder.
"You're killing me, Koty!" Lucas groaned, "I mean... Master."
Dakota blushed. He still wasn't used to being called that. However, he enjoyed it.
"H-How am I killing you?" Dakota queried.
"I need sex," Lucas moaned, drawing out the 'x', "I'm so freaking... HORNY! I want you, Master." Dakota then felt- no joke- Lucas purring against him. Could humans even purr? Was Lucas even human?
"Um-Well- I uh," Dakota.exe has stopped working. He was simultaneously getting hot, embarrassed, and scared.
"Can I show you something?" Lucas mumbled softly, after a second. Dakota didn't know what 'something' Lucas wanted to show, but he was scared it wasn't virgin-certified.
"Sh-Sure?" Dakota agreed hesitantly.
"Are you sure?" Lucas questioned, with a puppy dog head-tilt, "I'm afraid it might scare you."
Dakota was already scared. However, it wasn't the PTSD or the trama making him fearful. It was not knowing what was about to happen.
"What is it?" Dakota asked.
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Finding Yourself
RomanceBDSM was not the lifestyle Dakota Moore had in mind. He had spent most of his teenage career running away from orphanages and taking care of his homeless little sisters. Once they were adopted by two rich gay guys, everything in Dakota's life sudden...
