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They all looked amused. “I think you raised him well…innocent,” one of the business partners pointed out, “but well.” They all smiled and looked as if they agreed with him which only made Mike’s mood grow more foul. Mike’s dad smiled back at them and ruffled his hair fondly. Then, he pulled the cover back up to his neck and picked him up against his chest.



“Let us get you home, Mike,” his father said. “Your mother is bouncing around mad enough to destroy the house. She wants to see you and ‘no’ is not an answer right now.” Several males laughed as they disappeared. The professor’s delicate little assistant was one of the ones who left.



“I didn’t know Mitsoka was one of us,” Mike stated irritably. “Shouldn’t I have sensed it, or something?”



“Not everyone is easy to read, son,” his father stated almost hesitantly. He looked as if he hated to say anything at all about it. Mike wondered if he was just embarrassed his son was too weak to ‘get it’.



“That means it could have been anyone! If I cannot even tell who is not human,” Mike protested to make them understand why he was upset, “it could be anyone at all…I thought…I thought I would know.”



“It is okay, Mike,” his father’s best friend stated ruffling his hair like almost all of dad’s closest friends did. “One of us will always be close by watching you. I can’t believe this guy took you from your bed. He has got brass balls on him, that’s for sure.” Mike flushed red. They all smiled knowing what had caused it. “At least, you are not hurt,” he added a little mischievously.



His father gave the best friend a dark stare until he ducked his head and looked a little sheepish. One of the other really close friends snickered and added a soft, subtle ‘much’. That caused a little burst of laughter that mortified Mike when he realized what they meant.



“Enough,” Mike’s father hissed with a little growl of disapproval. “He is still a kid, and his mother is baring her teeth! If any of you touch him, she will be frying balls for breakfast. Now…who is hungry?” No one wanted to come over for dinner. Imagine that? Mike smiled wearily. The men fled except the two who had made the bolder remarks. “You two…knew better.”



“We two…who would not dare,” the best friend added wryly. “Besides, if we wanted a cute ass, what would stop us from taking yours?” The best friends circled his father playfully before his closest friend leaned in to add teasingly, “It is our favorite one.” Mike hid his laughter as his dad looked shocked.



The other friend smirked and agreed winking at Mike merrily. “Can I still go to the party,” Mike whispered sadly. He expected everyone to disagree. “Most of the college kids are going…a few teachers to keep us semi-sober, or drive us home.”



“Will your professor be there with his yummy, little assist,” his father’s best friend purred with an expression of complete and total lust. Mike snorted at him in disbelief. When Mike nodded that they would, the two friends looked at his father and shrugged. Their expressions seemed to say ‘he’d be watched’. “Two within clear view of him is safer than in school walls.”



“Yeah, that teacher is a good one,” his father sighed, before nodding in agreement. “I will convince your mother. If you rest up until time and those two both agree to keep you out of anymore trouble, I am all for it.” He gave his buddies long-suffering stares. They blinked so innocently. Looks were very deceiving. “It isn’t like you are innocent anymore, so I don’t have to worry about you hooking up with some human. No magical explosion problems to explain to whacked out adolescents. Of course, if you bring home…bunnies,” his father stated with a wry laugh, “you will have your mother to deal with,” he finished with a cruel twitch of eyebrows.



“Bunnies,” Mike asked in startled alarm. It hadn’t escaped his notice that he had almost used another word before switching with an amused look in his eyes. He had heard the term, and recently from the look of it. “Why did you use that particular term?”



“I was thinking it,” one of the two others agreed with a shrug.



“I wasn’t. I was thinking rodents,” the other added coldly. “I hate everything about the vile little things, but someone mentioned ‘bunny babies’ earlier today in reference to children.”



“Why? The guy who had me said humans bred like bunnies. Not rabbits, rodents, or rats…He specified bunnies,” Mike protested. The three males exchanged worried glances. “We all know him, don’t we? He was too careful to keep everything about himself hidden from me.”



“Stay really close to Mitsoka, Mik’kie. He looks your age…We can juggle a few classes and put you in some a few grades up to stay around him. He can tutor you personally. You will graduate early, but you will be as safe as we can make you,” one of the two stated solemnly. “No one will think it too odd. We can tell the guys you and Mitsoka met and got to be good friends at the party tonight. No one will question it…not even us.”



“Can Mitsoka be trusted? We barely know him.” His father winced when his best friend grumbled a complaint. “Hell, if the guy agrees, he will be the best friend you could make, Mike. Not to mention, I would love to get into that one’s pants,” he added grinning. Silently, Mike almost agreed. Mitsoka was the best-looking guy he had ever seen…and they did look reasonably close in age.



“Will you two stay quiet? What are you trying to do?”



“The boy isn’t a virgin! Hell, I kept quiet, but he can take a little friendly ribbing. He needs to hear it, or he might start thinking sex is evil. Gods forbid…I would go insane if I didn’t have a cute boy to fuck often!” The other best friend turned red and mouthed ‘boy’ in dismay. Mike laughed. The one talking elbowed the other without noticing his friend’s expression. “You aren’t getting any older.”



“I am; you are just aging at the same rate,” he protested sullenly. Mike’s jaw dropped in startled surprise. They both noticed. “Oh yeah,” the one speaking drawled in mock horror, “can you imagine living with his rotten attitude all day? He wakes pissed off and moody as hell.”



“He said ‘often’,” Mike pointed out softly.



The guy’s smile gave him all the information he needed. It was often…and he loved it. Mike considered that while his father got him home. His mother babied him and fussed, fretting over any little oddity he displayed. Mike finally went up to bed to rest hoping he could still go to the party. Otherwise, all of this had happened too fast. That impending party had stirred the older half of his soul into jealousy.



It was hard to be irritated knowing the guy was just an older copy of himself. He didn’t sleep, but strangely recovered fast from the sudden drain on his energy. The solitude gave him time to think over what his companion had said and done. Not the least disconcerting was how he had climbed into the room and fled via the open, third-story window. He was an elemental of some type. That was the only explanation for avoiding the cameras, guards and leaving no trace evidence around Mike could think of. Like his father, the guy could probably disintegrate into his choice of element and fly away. Mike’s father was a wind elemental, which made Mike wonder which element he had chosen. It had not been his top concern at the time his magic had snarled out to catch him.



By the time the house got quiet, Mike’s dad leaned into the room. “Mitsoka is here. We thought you could ride in his truck so you could arrive without some ‘adult’. Might make you feel more comfortable, but keep in mind…He might look you age, Mickey, but he is a lot older than you.”



“Okay,” Mike whispered hating that silly nickname. His father grinned knowing it made him feel about two years old. “Have I got a curfew?”



“Not anymore,” his dad stated ruefully. “Trust Mitsoka…He is powerful. Only a fool would make an enemy out of him.”



“Yeah,” Mike snorted in amusement, “but most old men make even young elders look like play toys.” His dad shrugged with a funny expression. “Still, he can fend him off until the cavalry arrives, right?” Mike’s teasing made his dad look sick. It made him suspicious. “You are supposed to agree here,” Mike teased.



“Okay, but if Mitsoka can’t ‘fend him off’, what do you intend to do? Because as far as I can see, Mitsoka is your last line of defense,” his father stated solemnly. “You will be gone before any of us can arrive to help out. That is why I told you to trust him. He is all you have got most likely. It is him, or the guy who wants you. Your pick…and I hope you get the right to choose. If this guy is stronger than Mitsoka, he will take you away from us. Frankly, we are not ready for that,” his dad stated with a soft smile. “We love you, Mike. You know that, right? No matter what happens…come home when you can so we know you are alright. Promise me that much?”



I nodded. He laughed and led the way downstairs to where Mitsoka lounged sullenly against the door. Mike glanced at his worried parents and back to Mitsoka’s defensive stance. “Shit…” Both of his parents narrowed their eyes at his improper use of language. “Hey, man…they swindled you into this, didn’t they?” Mitsoka shrugged as he pushed off of the wall with a negligent twist of his head that neither agreed nor disagreed with his statement.



Then, Mitsoka grinned at him slyly. “Let’s go,” he mumbled as he pushed out the door and hurried out to a really nice, compact ride.



“Bye, dad…Did you really have to irritate him?” His dad looked semi-apologetic and immensely worried to be sending him out alone with the guy as his only protection. “Thanks for this…I wouldn’t have liked missing it,” Mike stated to ease the criticism.



“Just remember, Mike,” his father stated glumly as his mother kissed his cheek and straightened his shirt fussily, “your companion knew that too. He might have let go when he did just so you wouldn’t miss it. We nearly caught him, or so we think. What if he never intended to keep you just yet? What if he meant to let you go when he did and we just gave him an excuse to do it without it looking strange?”



“Meaning there is no telling when he will come back for me,” Mike stated with a small grin. “Got it…”

Mike sighed as he walked down to the truck as Mitsoka revved the engine impatiently. “You stay safe, boy,” his mother called to him. He waved at her getting into the cab.



“I am so sorry about this,” he told the assistant professor.



“It is fine,” Mitsoka laughed. “You are the one who might get all uncomfortable over it, not me.” Mitsoka glared at Mike’s dad one last time with another of those really strange smiles. His dad squirmed funny.



“Why is that?” Mitsoka put the truck into gear. Mike was wondering if he should get out when they started moving. “Did they forget to tell me something I should already know, or what?”



Mitsoka glanced at him funny as he drove around the circular driveway towards the locked front gates. “If you haven’t heard,” Mitsoka teased with a much more pleasant grin, “why should I tell you?” Mike laughed and agreed. “They say we are going to be ‘buddies’ this year. Shall we be best friends, or am I just a convenient guardian and tutor for you?” The gates opened and they shot through them so fast Mike was surprised it didn’t scratch up his paint job.



“Whatever you like works for me,” Mike mumbled breathlessly. Mitsoka shot him a suspicious glance and Mike grinned playfully, “Either way, I win.”



“Do you,” Mitsoka asked in amusement. “Your pals won’t…harass you over it? They were doing a pretty good job of it the other day over a girl you noticed.”



“Oh, boy…” Mike turned bright red. “They are going to say everything from I am checking out your ass to you are my new boyfriend. Those saps are pretty blunt and their minds reside in the gutter.”



“Then, they should already know me rather well…” Mike laughed at his suggestion.



Mitsoka was really cool. They were well on their way to being fast friends when they got to the party. He had picked him up over an hour early, but they got to the party a half of an hour late. No one had told him he was going to have to work for the ride. Mitsoka was obviously catering the event. They had to pick up booze, food and ice among other things. He had everything you needed for a party in the back of the truck before they drove right up into the scattered crowds and parked it. They were instantly swarmed by people calling out to the assistant professor. Most of them called him by his first name, Mike noticed, and were several grades over him.



“Hey, Mike…help me get the stuff out of the back,” Mitsoka called when Mike dared to open his door. “Then, you can ditch me if you want,” he added teasingly.



Mike grinned. Several guys asked Mitsoka who his new friend was while they set everything out. One of them asked if his ass was any cuter out of his jeans than within them. Mike turned beet red while Mitsoka glanced at him and laughed at his shocked expression with dancing eyes. “Gods, your friends are bad as mine,” Mike hissed to him when they were semi-alone.



“I enjoy it. It used to amuse me. Now,” Mitsoka looked around at the many people gathered nearby. “Well, let’s just say…I resemble their remarks,” he whispered mysteriously. They got the supplies all out and available. Mitsoka was swarmed by women, who pushed Mike away from him gently. He paid complete attention to them until his male friends ran the girls away with comments of ‘later’. Mitsoka wrapped his arms around one of the guy’s shoulders comfortably hanging onto his neck and leaning on his back casually. He shrugged at the girls as they retreated before turning that wicked smile onto his buddies and teasing the one he hugged until he flushed guiltily. Mike stopped watching them to go find his own bunch of hellions and misfits.



“I see you and hot lips are best friends now,” the most outspoken of the crew suggested. “Let me guess, you didn’t get kidnapped. You ran off with him after he saved you from getting tossed and got all toasty…” All of the others laughed at his suggestion. Mike shook his head grinning.



“You finally managed to get laid, then,” another yelled happily. It was loud enough that other people glanced over curiously.



“Guys,” Mike yelled to get their attention. “Leave him alone. He may embarrass you more than you do him,” he said chuckling. “His buddies are all as bad as you lot…and they are older.”



“His buddies,” one of them snorted.



“Mickey, please,” someone complained in mock dismay. “His ‘pals’ are all his lovers, didn’t you know?”



Startled, Mike choked on the huge gulp of whiskey he was guzzling. It sprayed half of his friends. He muttered an apology while they all burst out laughing. “Damn, he is really gay?” They shoved each other in amusement, but one or two of them nodded that he was. Mike looked back at Mitsoka across the long expanse of the clearing. The truck separated the first years from the older bunch. There were more first years than the rest of the school put together. Mike found Mitsoka was being led away into the trees by the guy he had been hugging earlier. He glanced back and caught sight of Mike’s eyes as he vanished under a limb. “Well, hell…He really does have a cute ass…” The guys around him looked stunned. “I guess I should be happy,” Mike mumbled with a pleased, secret smile as he chugged the alcohol down. Everyone looked curious when he glanced back around. “The parents held a meeting. After my disappearance, I am to be glued to his side for the rest of the year. Maybe I can twist a little and glue myself to his ass instead,” Mike suggested merrily.



Someone laughed in total disbelief. “Somehow, I don’t think your parents meant for him to tutor you in that way, Mike my man!” They jostled him and joked about it once the surprise wore off. “Or rather…for you to tutor your tutor,” someone slurred already sloshed. Mike laughed. It was a fun party. He got as drunk as he wanted, but his friends watched him a bit too solemnly.



Mike started watching Mitsoka out of boredom when the crew didn’t do anything too ribald to rib him. The guy was highly popular…everyone older knew him. The younger ones joked jealously, but it was obvious most of them wanted to know him too. The few teachers that came would occasionally run off the herd that surrounded him at all times to remind him he was one of their exalted ranks now. Mitsoka would wait patiently, blending in no matter which of them was currently swarming him. He disappeared often; sometimes with a guy, and some of the time with a group of giggling females hanging all over him. Always, though, he would send Mike a smirk before he would disappear.



The professor he understudied finally showed up and Mitsoka settled down. He watched him idly, but everyone noticed he acted more sedate. Mike figured it was because the others were human, even the teachers, but the professor was not. He was the ‘real’ adult supervision, and Mitsoka probably answered to him in some way. Mike left his bunch and crossed the invisible barrier line between the first years and the older crews. Mitsoka saw him and smiled happily as he grew nearer.



“Having fun?”



“I am,” Mike told him with a cute little slur, “loving it…” And a far cuter grin on his face as he leaned on the truck and rolled his head back to look at Mitsoka who was sitting up on the truck bed’s side. “So, you play for both teams,” he drawled leadingly in amusement.



“Most of us do, Mike.” He nodded thoughtfully. That was true. “Do you have enough alcohol on your side of the party? I seem to recall seeing you drinking most of it,” he teased.



“They do…not what I like,” Mike sighed staring at the bottle of liquor beside Mitsoka.



“Go ahead,” Mitsoka laughed. “I have had enough. I am driving tonight.”



“This is true,” Mike teased as he swiped the bottle happily. “Of course, this crap probably doesn’t last long on you. Why did you stop drinking when the professor got here?” Mitsoka glanced up at the professor. He was watching the two of them curiously.



Mitsoka grinned slyly and went really close to Mike’s ear to whisper, “I am not allowed to fuck teachers.” Mike let his breath out really slowly as his lips and breath teased the edges of such sensitive flesh. “If I was drunk near him, I would embarrass us both.”



“Rumor has it you are his lover,” Mike mentioned softly. It occurred to him too late that the professor’s inhuman hearing probably caught his comment.



“Rumors are wrong. I can have the students,” Mitsoka stated backing up to normal as he glanced around casually. “Technically, I am just a glorified student myself. Teachers are off-limits.”



“Even when no one is around,” Mike teased playfully.



Mitsoka looked at the professor’s eyes as he considered it. “Even if…”



“Why?” Mike glanced at the professor’s face and saw him look away as if he had no interest in whatever they discussed. He had been listening. Mike was sure of it.



“I’d get caught…and I don’t mix business with pleasure.”



“Not ever,” Mike asked thoughtfully. “Do tutors consider that business?” Mitsoka laughed. Mike flushed.



“You,” Mitsoka stated leisurely enjoying his flush of embarrassment, “are my pleasure…I don’t mind, so you are not business to me,” he specified with a little glance of consideration for Mike alone. “Let me know when you are ready to ditch these drunken fools. We can drive around, get a bite to eat, watch a movie…Whatever you like,” he added.



“You aren’t tired,” Mike asked in amazement.



“I never get tired,” Mitsoka teased.



Mike reddened at his implication…just before another guy took his hint also and dragged him off into the trees. This time Mitsoka was laughing back at Mike when the trees swallowed him. Mike waited, but the party felt really lifeless suddenly. He didn’t mean to follow Mitsoka, or he didn’t think he had anyway. He stumbled out of a tangle of vines right into the spot where they were, though. The freak had Mitsoka’s pants down just enough. He was about to stick his...



“Hold up…Hey, Mike…You ready to leave?” Embarrassed at being seen, he nodded at Mitsoka. “Later…”



Mitsoka got up and pulled his pants back up as if he hadn’t been doing a thing out of the ordinary. The guy looked confused. “Aw, Mitsoka…come on…”



“I said ‘later’,” Mitsoka stated firmly leaving him there with his dick out while he escorted Mike back to his truck. “I need a shower. Want to go to my house?” Mike was still mortified, so he nodded. Anywhere but here before that guy came after them, he thought.



Mitsoka drove to a nearby area. The place was small. It had a kitchen, a bathroom, and a pullout couch. Mitsoka started undressing the second he got out of the truck. “Be back in a minute…Make yourself at home,” he advised. He left the door cracked so he could hear Mike if he asked him something.



It swung open further while he turned on the water. Mike wandered closer thinking to shut it. Crap…Mitsoka was…well, real pretty without his clothes, Mike thought sullenly. He would love to have hair that long. Mitsoka turned to wash his back and rinse all of that hair. It gave a better view. The Asian’s dark eyes opened and caught him staring at him stupidly. The view improved when Mitsoka started thinking dirty thoughts. His eyes half-closed and dilated while his hand drifted over his skin rubbing bubbles all over himself. He rubbed it clean and Mike flushed as he moved away. He thought he caught a smile on Mitsoka’s face.



It didn’t take him long to get out and dressed. He dried his hair watching Mike wander nervously. “Hungry,” Mitsoka asked. “There is a good take out nearby.”



“You don’t want to ditch me at my parent’s house?”



“Why?” Mitsoka laughed at his expression of incredulous disbelief. “Was that hopeful thinking, or embarrassment talking? We are supposed to be getting all ‘chummie’. How can I do that if I am ignoring you?” Mike flushed. “Of course, you do owe me. One of these days, I expect you to repay what you cost me,” Mitsoka insinuated slyly.



“What? Money for gas, tutoring, and a meal,” Mike asked knowing he had missed something.



“No,” Mitsoka laid down the town between them like a red flag of warning. “Walking away from a great fuck,” he added wryly. Mike turned red again.



“You want…me…to…fuck you?”



Mitsoka shrugged as if it wasn’t anything unusual. “Why not, everyone else does,” he teased.



Mike swallowed trying to think fast. All he came up with was, “I think my dad would lock me up if he found out.” It was a lame excuse and he knew it even before Mitsoka shot holes in it.



“Why is that?” Mitsoka frowned. “A few days ago, sure…but not now,” he admitted with a shake of his head. “Rules are off for you, sweetie…You are an adult now. Don’t screw a woman of our kind who is a virgin unless her mate and his companion are dead already. Do not piss off anyone who can kill you. Those are the only rules you need to remember now. Except maybe your own rules or the rules of your companion, since he is older than you are.” Mitsoka winked at him playfully. “I don’t think that is a problem around me. Be yourself and worry what he thinks later.”



“Dad said you were powerful,” Mike mentioned just now reminded of the expression on his dad’s face. “I said an old guy would make a young elder look like…well, he looked like he swallowed a bug when I suggested someone old might swat you.” Mitsoka grinned. “Let me get this clear up front, when he said ‘powerful’ he was taking old ancients into consideration, wasn’t he? Just how strong are you?”



“Strong enough to make your dad flinch,” Mitsoka teased. “I don’t think he is comfortable around me. Not many are,” Mitsoka added ruefully. “Young people…mostly humans,” he specified, “are easiest for me to deal with. I am not used to being ‘the big stick’, so to speak. I like being a kid. I like people bossing me around and yanking me all over the place. I may be strong, but until recently,” he shrugged glancing at a picture I couldn’t see hanging on his wall. “I was a bitch boy to a big shot,” he finished wistfully. “People didn’t notice me. They were busy flinching for him.” He looked uncomfortable suddenly. “Grab yourself a shower; I will find something for you tuck yourself into.”



“I don’t think…”



“Look,” Mitsoka cut him off sharply, “I will go grab the food. You shower. No foul play in that,” he teased more gently. “I will lay the clothes on the couch. I am sure you will be done before I get back. You can stay the night. We’ll call your parents in the morning. They are probably in bed by now. There is booze in that cabinet…and no one’s ass is in danger…except hopefully mine.” Mike flushed at his playful teasing, but he nodded in acceptance of the idea. “Good.” Mitsoka went to a huge chest in the room and started pulling out silky, expensive clothes. “What colors do you like?”



“Anything is fine,” Mike whispered nervously.



“Well, hell…go starkers, Mickey baby,” Mitsoka teased happily. Mike paled and he laughed. “I am jerking everything off except the pants when I get back…just so you know.” He threw an outfit of gold linen and silk and grabbed up his keys. “I don’t wear underwear. It looks funny underneath these materials.” He left the house.



Mike finally began to relax again. “Easier to pull off, you slut,” he mumbled into the empty room.



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