Dominion (BDSM AU) • C.A.L.M. ✔️

Chapter 1

"Nervous?"

The dark-haired boy turned with a big smile on his face and shaky hands. He let out a deep sigh when the brunette before him gave him a friendly clap on the shoulder.

"I just don't want to mess up, Ashton," he confessed, rubbing absentmindedly at his wrists.

"You won't," Ashton assured him, smiling brightly. "Whoever you get paired with will love you just as much as I do, I'm absolutely sure."

Calum let out nervous laugh, adjusting his tie for the thirtieth time, probably.

"Stop fidgeting," Ashton scolded, moving his tie back into place.

Calum felt a tiny flare of hostility at the dominant tone of Ashton's voice.

As quick as it came, it went. While the two twenty-one-year-olds had been best friends since they were in diapers, it was natural for any dominant to feel the need to retaliate when challenged. Calum and Ashton were no exception.

Ashton smirked at the tiny flash of anger in Calum's eyes.

"You're sexy when you're mad, have I ever told you?" he said slowly, patting a hand down the front of Calum's shirt.

The dark-haired boy felt a firm tug at his tie, looking forward to see his best friend giving him a coy smile, eyes twinkling with mischief.

"Fuck off, Irwin," Calum replied evenly, his dominance showing.

Ashton clicked his tongue, eyes flashing for a moment.

"So crude."

Calum grinned, eyes darting around the room.

The dominants in the room were easily distinguishable from the submissives. For one, they were taller. Submissives were rarely taller than five and a half feet while dominants were seldom shorter than six feet in height. In fact, both Ashton and Calum were six foot one, their bodies nicely toned to fit their titles bestowed to them upon birth.

Their natures differed greatly, as well.

Dominants were headstrong, passionate and controlling. They held themselves with pride, shoulders straight and chest puffing forward. Their kind wasn't afraid to say what was on their minds or stand up for what they believed in. Because of their passionate nature, many young dominants naturally found themselves in violent fights with one another that would be difficult to break up without the help of older, stronger dominants. However, they were great leaders and were usually good business men or military personnel.

Submissives. Now, they were an entirely different story.

As the name suggests, they were very much submissive in nature. Shy, sweet and kind. They preferred to hang in the back of crowds and did not like confrontation. They rarely spoke unless spoken to but were wonderful companions and made great students. Because they were so caring and clever, submissives made wonderful caretakers and mothers.

Two halves of a whole, when submissives and dominants were matched, they were nearly always perfect for each other. While cases of a dominant/submissive pairing splitting up happened, they were rarely ever heard of.

"Do I look alright?" Ashton asked suddenly, pulling his black blazer tight against his body. "Do you think he'll like the way I look? I mean, my hair is so 3019."

Calum immediately softened - a rare thing for most dominants but not an uncommon action between the two friends.

"What are you talking about? You're one of the most handsome men I know. Your submissive will be thrilled to have such a good-looking dominant," he said honestly.