The House Master

Inconclusive

The next few days pass by without incident for any of them, except Adrian.

For Adrian, every moment he's absorbed in his plan. So many times he throws out entire stacks of paper, that he'd spent hours working on, in his schematics for rescuing Vincent. He makes a list of everything he needs, every aspect of his plan. Firstly, he'll gather forensic evidence, or some other undeniable proof of abuse. Severe domestic abuse. He needs video recordings, blood on Mr Phantomive's fists, luminol to reveal spots of blood cleaned up across the house.

And he needs a way to practically rescue Vincent. Something tells him Vincent's isn't the best climber and wouldn't be able to escape through his window. His plan, therefore, is make an anonymous report to the police by sending them the evidence, encourage Vincent to spend the night away from home and watch then from the sidelines together as the catalyst for Vincent's torment goes away forever.

Adrian blinks, having zoned out again, staring at Vincent's lithe, expert hands. They're in the library, typing up their biology report using the computers. He frowns and looks at his report again, on such a boring topic as enzymes. His phone buzzes in his pocket.

Vincent: I see you staring

He blushes deeply and glances at Vincent, who smirks but doesn't take his eyes off his own report.

Adrian: Do you expect me not to when you're being a fucking tease?

He can't help staring at Vincent. Staring at his hands or into his eyes or at his lips as he smirks. He'd never stare at Vincent's chest, or his ass or his crotch, that's sexual harassment and not Adrian's intent. But how could he forget Vincent's hair - he always stares at that. What's sexy about Vincent isn't his body, though Adrian can't discount that.

It's how charismatic he is, with all his features combined.

Vincent: I'm just innocently typing.

Adrian: You are never innocent.

He loves getting the upper hand over Vincent's even if it's only superficial. He knows that no matter what, Vincent will always be one step ahead. Doesn't mean he can't enjoy teasing him.

Vincent: Help me with this report.

Adrian: I'll send you mine just copy it.

Vincent: No come help.

Adrian sighs and puts his hand up. "Can I sit with Vincent?"

The teacher looks up sceptically from is newspaper. "Why?"

"I need help with my report," Vincent admits.

"Fine, as long as it's help," he scowls at them both. "I don't want to hear you two talking about anything except work,"

When he looks back at his paper, Adrian's sticks his tongue out. "I don'-blah-blah-blah-blah work," he mimics, before collecting his things and shuffling over to sit with Vincent.

"What do you need me for?" he grins at the thought of Vincent needing him.

"Oh Adrian," The boy glances over at the teacher. "No, I don't want help. I simply wanted to be closer to you,"