Coincidental

Nicol felt his insides turn to ice.
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It was far too much for Nicol to handle.
Hormones mercilessly surged through his system, causing a wave of heat to pool in his groin every time Kira was near.
Nicol ran a hand through his hair as he attempted to distract himself from one of said “Heat waves”.
Unfortunately, gym class had been wrought upon the students, smothering them all with its unjust wrath.
Gym class was not held indoors. The professors believed that by working the boys outside, they would be less likely to lose focus inside.
“When will they get it!? We are going to die out here! Die! Die I tell you!” One of the senior students, a boy by the name of Travis, was apparently going to be the first to be beaten by such high temperatures.
The seniors and juniors of the “Butterfly class” always had gym together. The system worked based on specific areas of talent. Those who were gifted in the arts and creative workings were put in the Butterfly class. Those who specialized in technology and scientific studies were put in the Sparrow class. Those who had mathematical genius were put in the Squirrel class. Those who didn’t have strength in any of these areas were put into whichever class that most intrigued them.
Nicol remembered asking Kira why Blake has been put into the Butterfly class, Kira had replied, “The system is not out to do us any favours. I personally think they did it because Blake is a video camera fanatic. The teachers automatically hire him to do the film shooting for any of the school plays we do.”
Now, as Nicol glanced in the direction of Blake and his compatriots, he understood completely that this may not be an easy year as he had first predicted.
One of the loyal followers was giggling moronically at something Blake had said and Nicol suspected it had something to do with Yzak from the way they were pointing and catcalling to the silver-haired boy.
Nicol walked over to Yzak.
“What’s going on?” He asked the other boy.
“The jerk is at it again. He’s been doing this all morning. Well, I can handle him saying things to me. As soon as Athrun is involved though, I’ll shove my foot so far up his ass that it comes out of his mouth.”
Nicol giggled at Yzak’s comment. //Well, I sure wouldn’t like to be at the receiving end of Yzak’s wrath.// He thought to himself with a smile.
A rude voice interrupted Nicol’s momentary amusement.
“Hey, Ghost whore! You get to have a piece of kitten as well as Yamato? I feel so left out!” Nicol inwardly winced as the degrading epithet was used against him once more. He walked calmly over to where Blake was standing; the cocky blonde boy was leaning against a limestone wall that had almost been completely swallowed up by vines.
“What did you call him!?” The hazel-eyed boy demanded with an almost lethal undertone. Blake’s acquaintances let out a low set of whistles. “Oh, you mean the Ghost whore? Well, surely you know by now that I like to call people by whatever name that suits them best.” If it were possible, Blake’s face actually appeared to grow more arrogant…this of course only fuelled Nicol’s determined fury. “Are you going to try to do something about it, Kitten?”
“How dare you? What kind of person can honestly treat others the way you do and not feel the slightest bit of remorse for it? You’re disgusting!” Nicol could almost feel the awkward tension in the air, created by him of course, and its palpability almost surprised him. //I wonder what Blake and his crowd are thinking…// the thought alone made Nicol nervous, and then—Blake spoke. “Tie him up.” Three words that made Nicol’s stomach plummet. Two boys from behind the Blonde grabbed Nicol and pinned him against the wall. The wavy-haired boy struggled, but the two who were holding him had grasps that were unrelenting.
“Aw. I don’t want our relationship to be like that. My sweet little Kitten, let’s be on better terms.” Blake’s voice was so sugared that it just reeked of toxins. “Just bind his arms and legs together with some vines.” The boy ordered another one of his “henchmen” so to speak.
Nicol, however, did not allow himself to be too frightened—after all, they were just teenage boys like him. What harm could they possibly do? That question was answered quite swiftly.
“You look so vulnerable in that position, innocent Kitten.” Blake moved up closer to Nicol until the hazel-eyed boy could feel the blonde’s breath on his neck. It made the little hairs stand on end.
“Now, back what I was saying, about my wanting us to be on good terms—I think getting a little closer to each other may improve your opinion of me.”
“Keep your distance, jerk!” Nicol exclaimed, although he was unable to mask the evident fear in his voice. He wasn’t too pleased to be in a situation such as this one—in which his defences were low and he was caught in a vulnerable display. “Now, now, how are we supposed to become closer to each other when I stay too far from your body? No, I’m going to get a little closer I think. Buried within you, in fact—hearing you scream for me.” Blake smirked at the discomfort he was causing the victim. Nicol could feel a blush creep upon his cheeks and across the bridge of his face, and he mentally cursed himself for having fair skin. //I can’t take this humiliation! Where is Yzak!? I’ll gladly do anything to get out of this!//
Blake shifted himself so that he was straddling Nicol; the hazel-eyed boy was lying on his back—hands and feet bound together. Blake leaned into Nicol’s face so that their noses were almost touching. Before his mind could react, Nicol felt a pair of warm lips descend upon his own, and something wet and hot was probing at the entrance of his mouth. Nicol parted his lips in a gasp of surprise, which was a huge mistake. Blake seized the opportunity to slide his tongue into Nicol’s steamy haven—a haven he had been reserving specifically for Kira. At the thought of his boyfriend, Nicol closed his eyes and moaned—suddenly it wasn’t Blake doing this to him but Kira. The brunettes hand cradling Nicol’s cheek as they kissed each other with raw passion. The wavy-haired boy moaned again as his hips bucked up to meet Kira’s and found…Blake’s.
Nicol was hurtled back to reality, realizing that this wasn’t Kira he was with—this was Blake. A cold wash spread throughout Nicol’s body and a chilling fear loomed over him. //No! This isn’t right! I don’t want this! I’m being raped!// Nicol started as Blake’s hand slid down his uniform shorts and grasped his member firmly. //No! Help! Kira, help me!// Nicol’s mind screamed and fought, yet no one came. Tired and overwhelmed, Nicol gave in and surrendered to the sensations. //Kiiirrraaa.//

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I apologize for the delay in writing this chapter, school demands. It’s been insane lately.
I thank all my readers and especially those who reviewed...they gave me inspiration to keep writing, I am always glad to have reviews, as my poor friend, Scouter, was witness to my girly squealing over the phone with him yesterday….poor guy….probably thinks I’ve lost my marbles…..well, I actually just sold them on Ebay but I am sure you understand. Anyhow, please continue reviewing…I’ll be sure to replay all of them to Scouter…..*Leeeeeeer* this shall be my vengeance.