Apple Core's Academy for Disciplining Young Boys [MalexMale]

Chapter 7

TW: Detailed Intimate Kissing in this chapter.

"What do you mean he's in danger?" I asked. "If this is some sick joke to get me to talk to him, let alone look at him, it's not going to work." I rolled my eyes and let the boy fall to the floor as I headed to change out of my uniform. 

"Look, for your safety I can't say much. But the Headmistress is planning something awful for him," Kenny explained.

"You have exceeded in keeping me safe," I said dryly, oozing sarcasm into my tone. 

"Have you ever heard of Queen Lilith?"

The name felt familiar, but I was unsure. I think I heard the name once or twice in Religious Studies?

"She's the queen of hell. Also known as Lucifer's Mother. She's the headmistress," Kenny explained.

I've dealt with a lot so far. Depression, an addiction to vaping, my best friends being vampires that just want to suck my blood, but a headmistress who's the Queen of Hell also the Mother of fucking Satan himself? Did not expect that.

By the way my jaw dropped, I probably looked very surprised and confused to Kenny.

"The reason why me and Ian haven't graduated yet, is because we avoid it," he explained.

"How does this have anything to do with the Queen of fucking hell?"

"When students graduate, she takes them to hell to work as her son's personal slaves," Kenny explained. If my jaw could drop any further, it did. 

"Won't the parents know their kid is missing?" I asked, depending on the fact that their must be some kind of logic that's going to prove this is all just a sick joke. A disgusting nightmare that was going to end as soon as I woke up.

"Queen Lilith's powers are beyond even my knowledge as an Iamia."

"Iamia?" I asked. "I thought you guys were vampires."

"That's the Latin term for it," Kenny explained. "We're usually referred with our Latin terms."

"This is so fucked up."

"Tell me about it," Kenny muttered. I decided to ignore him.

"What do we do with him?" I asked, gesturing to the boy who had been laying there for quite some time. 

"Ian probably won't be here for a while to clean it up," Kenny said. "I can take care of it."

"So what's your plan?" I asked, still dumbfounded with all this craziness. "To rescue Ian?"

"Get him out of this place," Kenny started. "If we manage to free him, there's no way we can stay here. It's too dangerous for both of us. You can come with us if you'd like."

"Do I have another choice?"

"You could be doomed to leave in hell working for Lucifer for eternity."

"Not sure which is worse honestly," I spat back. "Working with you to free Ian just so that I can escape this literal hellhole, which will probably lead to Ian going psycho and killing me?"

"You're upset."

"Really? How'd you figure that out smart ass?"

"I don't know how many times to tell you I'm sorry," Kenny pleaded. "You don't have to stay with us when we leave. I just need you to get Ian back. Then we can help you  escape and we can go our separate ways."

I thought about this for a moment. I honestly had no idea what to make of this. How could anyone? Everything I had known was a lie. I was betrayed by the two people I actually liked.

"Okay," I concluded. "I'll help you."

I don't see what Kenny was so worried about, Ian seemed fine at lunch the next day. 

"Hey guys," Ian said softly, glancing towards me. I smiled at him, trying not to grimace. "Nathan, I'm so sorry. I didn't want to I-"

"It's alright," I interrupted. "Kenny and I talked, and I'm choosing to get over it for the time being. Just don't make me regret my decision, yeah?"

Ian nodded, beaming at me. When Kenny looked away to talk to someone else however, he leaned in closer to my ear and whispered rather huskily, "We need to talk later." I nodded at this, although I'll admit I was a little frightened as to what Ian had to say. 

When Religious Studies came along, I noticed a few strange things. The teacher kept stumbling on her words, and the lesson was poorly constructed. At the end of the class, I could hear her mumbling to herself as I finished taking down some notes. 

"What does she think she's doing?! Completely ruined my lesson plan!" She complained. I wonder if that had anything to do with the Headmistress, or according to Kenny, Queen Lilith. "Changing everything, ordering new rules!" 

When I got back to the dorm, I reluctantly opened the door, knowing Ian was going to be there, wanting to talk about whatever he wanted to talk about.

What he said however, was not what I expected.

"You've got to help me!" He shrieked, gripping my shoulders and shaking me violently. "She's a monster! A horrible beast! She's driving me insane, I'd rather die then deal with what she's got in store for me!"

"Woah woah!" I said, holding my hands out and taking his hands off my shoulders. He seemed to relax at my touch, and refused to let go of my hands.

Maybe he does love me... 

Or maybe I'm just desperate.

"What's she doing to you?" I asked, my voice slow, and unsure. All of this was so weird. 

"You know?" Ian grew wide eyed, but refrained from strangling me. He was clearly calming down, but I could feel the worry he radiated. Clearly he never wanted me involved to this extent. But honestly what could he expect after literally trying to eat me?

"Of course I know. Kenny freaked out and told me everything with all this demon shit. And honestly I'm not sure I believe it, but what's got you so worked up? What's she doing?" I asked, my tone a bit harsher then I intended. Expectantly, I was still pissed about this whole thing.

"She's awful," he cried again. "I can't even speak about the horrible things she's done." He gripped onto my shoulders and buried his face into my neck. I winced, fearing he might bite me again, but instead came something I hadn't expected.

He sobbed. 

"Torture," he mumbled every now and then. "Pure torture..."

And in the moment we shared now, I felt sorry for him. I wanted to comfort him, no matter what he did to me before. 

This was probably me losing my sanity, but I wanted to kiss him. I lifted his head from my neck and cradled my arms around his. "We'll fix this," I told him. He held me by the hips and I just couldn't help myself. 

I kissed him.

Not passionately or anything, just a small peck on his lips. Soft and warm, and comforting. Ian looked down on me sadly, I could tell he was trying to hold back the tears. I let him cry and do whatever he wanted with me. Right now, he needed to feel like he was in control.

And I'd let him feel that.

He never went as far as sex, but we did make out a bit. A lot like what we did before.

I would end up moaning at his touch, and he in turn would groan, occasionally he'd bite down on my neck, but he kept his fangs at bay. His tongue dove into my mouth, exploring everything. His eyes were hooded and filled with lust. I ached and longed for more, but I must not speak out of turn. 

Ian's in control. 

I intended to keep it that way.