.:Author's Note:.

The song Liam was playing at the top.

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Blake's POV:

                "What is it that you want, baby? You know I can't give it to you until you tell me."

My voice was dominating but still soft so that I wouldn't scare the little lamb. He was on the bed, naked as the day he was born, showing off every inch of his smooth and creamy skin. The sight made me painfully hard. I just wanted to be buried inside him, but I wouldn't be able to do so until he said what I wanted to hear.

He looked at me with his cheeks darkened by a blush and eyes hazy with lust. His lips were parted and swollen as he breathed lightly through his mouth instead of his nose. The ties around his wrists kept him from reaching out to me since they were connected to the headboard of the bed. Our bed...

I waited, in sexually frustrated silence, as he continued to squirm, hoping that I would put him out of his misery. However, I wasn't going to do such a thing just yet.

"I'm waiting..." I let the end of the sentence stretch so that he knew my patience was barely there. The seriousness in my voice was probably what made him utter the next few words, and it had my control snapping.

"I want you, Sir..."

***

I shook my head quickly, hoping to get rid of the absurd daydream I was having in Liam's bathroom. How could I think of him in such a position?

Liam, who was barely of age and as anxious as a puppy, I wanted to dominate so badly. What the fuck is wrong with me?

I wasn't even into BDSM, but the thought of him calling me "Sir" in the living room had me rushing to the bathroom to calm myself down. What made the situation even more unbelievable was the fact that my lion was completely on board with it. He wanted to ravish the little lamb in every way possible, which was uncommon to the both of us. He has never shown this much interest in any of the lionesses I tried to court. Fuck, am I gay? Have I been gay the whole time?

I shook my head again and quickly splashed some water onto my face. No way am I gay.

I just need to get laid, remember how great pussy feels and then everything will go back to normal. When was the last time I even got some? Probably a few weeks ago, and that needed to change. With that thought in mind, I exited the bathroom and followed the sound of Liam's voice. He was in the kitchen, talking on the phone.

"...I just wanted to let you know that he's here." I heard him say as I took a seat on the stool by the island. Seconds later, he was speaking again. "See you in twenty, Ma."

He hung up the phone before glancing at me nervously. I was watching him, and he knew it because the familiar blushed appear on his face again. The silence was slightly awkward, and I wanted it to stop because my mind was slowly slipping back to the daydream in the bathroom. However, before I could speak, Liam beat me to the punch.

"My Papa is scared that if I get a boyfriend, I won't need him anymore." He blurted out. My eyes widen at his choice of topic. You would think he'd want to talk about something completely different.

"Do you want a boyfriend?" I asked, causing him to nod as the blush burned his face. I had to hold back the growl I wanted to release at the thought of him getting a boyfriend. I was supposed to be protecting him.

"I-it would be nice to have one. Ma and Papa are so in love and happy. I want to be like them one day." He said while tapping his fingers against the island. It was a beat to a song that I didn't know. I realized that tapping his fingers was one of his nervous twitch.

"What would you like in a boyfriend?" Although I didn't particularly enjoy the topic, I had to at least encourage him to talk about whatever was on his mind. I wanted him to be able to confide in me.

"U-um, w-well, above all things, I wouldn't want him to think less of me because I have a disorder. Just because I'm scared of people, doesn't mean I want to be isolated from them. It just means I have to get used to them. Like you, Blake."

Like me? What did he mean like me?

The ache in my chest from when he smiled at me yesterday returned again, but this time, it was ten times stronger. I suppressed the grin I wanted to show and instead raised a questioning eyebrow at the little lamb. The smell of Liam's fear had me inhaling a sharp breath. God, it smelled so good.

"I-I-I'm sorry. Was that not the right thing to say? I-I didn't mean I want you to be my boyfriend."

Liam looked like he was seconds away from bursting into tears. I felt bad since I had yet to release the breath I was holding and respond to him. I didn't want to smell his fear and chase him around the kitchen because that's exactly what I would do if I inhaled the orgasmic scent.

"Liam, I need you to relax. Your fear is suffocating the room." I told him while still holding my breath. I wasn't sure how long I'd be able to do so, but I would rather pass out than attack him, so I was taking my chances.

Liam glanced at me with widened eyes before he closed them and counted to ten out loud. I waited until he did so one more time before finally releasing my breath. My lungs burned, but I didn't care as I smiled widely at Liam. The smell of his fear was gone and now the room just smelled like baby powder. Odd.

"I wasn't mad at you for saying that you wanted a boyfriend like me, Liam. I'm actually quite honored." I said to him although he was avoiding eye contact with me. That didn't stop me from missing the twitch of his lips as he suppressed a smile.

"R-really?"

"Yes. I'm sure if you had a boyfriend like me, he'd treat you like a king."

                Much like I want to...

***

It was exactly twenty minutes later when Liam's parents came home. The sound of the door slamming immediately caught my and Liam's attentions, causing us to look up from the folders we were going over. After the boyfriend conversation, I decided to ask Liam what subjects he'd like to do and then go over it with his parents when they came home.

So far, Liam was interested in doing Chemistry, Pre-Calculus, English, AP Government, Home Economics, a third year of French, and Music. It helped that we were at his home for home economics and music. His instruments were all downstairs and anything else we need for Home Ec. would be somewhere around the house.

"Liam? Blake?" Angela called out to us, right before she entered the kitchen. She smiled at the sight of us as she put the bags down. Liam quickly stood up and hugged his mother. I felt slightly jealous of the motherly affection he was getting since I wasn't fortunate enough to have it for too long.

My mother left our pride for another man when Madeline was just three and I was five. She found love in a regular human and moved to the other side of the country with him, not sparing our family another glance. I always used to question how a mother and wife can do such a thing, but eighteen years later, I didn't care anymore. Still, there was a dull ache in my chest when I'd see mothers and their children, nothing like the ache when Liam would smile at me though. That ache was so much better.

"Where's Papa?" Liam questioned after they broke their hug.

"He was called into work on short notice. I'm sure he'll be back before dinner." Angela replied before looking at me. She smiled before coming over to give me a side hug, forcing Liam to drop his hold on her and take a seat by the island again.

"It's good to see you again, Blake." She said before taking a seat beside her son. I watched as he immediately latched onto her arm and buried his face into her shoulder.

"It's nice to see you too, Angela."

"So what have you two been up to?"

"We were mostly going over the list of classes Liam is going to be taking. Since this is basically his senior year, he was able to pick mostly all of his classes. English was mandatory and so was Home Ec, but everything else was his choice." I explained while passing her the folders of work.

Angela nodded before going through them. She smiled when she saw the music folder before glancing at Liam who was tapping his fingers against the island like he was playing the piano. He was also humming with his eyes closed, lost in his own world while he played out the song that was in his head.

When he realized that we were watching him, he immediately stopped and blushed profusely.

"Sorry." His soft voice said as he ringed his hands together.

"Don't worry about it." I responded, my voice deep as always. However, this time, I could've sworn a slight shiver racked his body, but that was probably my imagination.

"Ma, can I go downstairs? Blake and I are done, right?" The last question was for me. I almost wanted to tell him that no we weren't and that he needed to stay where he was, but that was irrational. Instead, I nodded, causing Liam's eyes to brighten before he looked at his mother pleadingly.

"Sure, my little lamb. I'll come get you when Blake has to leave." Angela stated. Liam nodded before disappearing out of sight. It was like he vanished into thin air with the way he ran out of the room and headed towards the basement. Angela and I laughed simultaneously.

"So how was the first day, even if it wasn't supposed to be?" Angela asked me teasingly. I smiled as I thought about the short half hour I was alone with Liam.

"It was okay. Liam's fear only made itself known one time, and he was able to relax out of it." I told her.

"That's great! As you know I was kind of skeptical about it, but you're managing to prove me wrong."

"Thank you. I really did mean it when I said my lion and I wouldn't harm your son."

"I'm trusting you. Now, onto a brighter note, I'm very happy with the subjects that were chosen. I'm guessing that you have more work than these to supply for him?"

"Yes, I do. My father has helped me with getting textbooks and workbooks from the school in our town. Everything will be ready for tomorrow. I'm assuming you want the school day for Liam to be as normal as possible so I figured we can start at eight, and I'll be here for 7:45."

"That will be perfect. Yes, I do want to stick to a normal school schedule, so how about forty-five minutes for each subject and you can be done around 1:15 or two o'clock if you add in another forty-five minutes for lunch/break."

"I don't see a problem with that." I agreed with a grin. Angela and I talked some more about how the year was going to go, the work I would assign, and how I will be grading him. I felt like an actual teacher, and although I didn't start teaching yet, I already knew that I was going to enjoy this "school year."

Angela finished wrapping everything up before it was time for me to go. I packed my folders into one neat pile before she offered to lead me downstairs. No way in hell was I going to pass up an opportunity to possibly hear Liam sing again, so I agreed quickly. We walked downstairs quietly, not wanting to disturb him if he was, in fact, recording himself (even if the booth was soundproof).

Once we were at the bottom, Angela headed to the soundboard and turned up the volume so that we'd be able to hear what was happening inside. Looking through the glass, I saw that Liam was singing and playing his keyboard once again. The sound of his soft voice belting out perfect pitches had me freezing in shock. It was the most angelic thing I have ever heard.

I listened as he came to the ending of his song before he completely stopped playing and stood up. Angela pressed some keys on the soundboard before speaking through the microphone.

"My little lamb, that was beautiful." She said, causing Liam to pause mid-step and look at the glass. I found it odd that he wasn't looking at either of us, just like yesterday, and was instead staring at an empty space.

"Ma? When did you come downstairs?" He asked nervously as the blush filled his cheeks.

"Just as you were ending the song. Blake is here too."

"R-really?" Liam asked in shock. Again, I was confused. Couldn't he see us?      

"It's a one-way glass." Angela explained to me, noticing my confused look. "There's a mirror on the other side." Duh, Blake!

The recording booth's door opened, snapping me out of my thoughts. Liam hesitantly stepped out, tapping his fingers against his side.

"A-are you leaving now, B-Blake?" He asked with his eyes downcast. I wanted to lift his head up so that he would look at me, but I don't think he'd be comfortable with me touching him yet.

"Yeah, I am. I just wanted to say that I'll see you tomorrow, bright and early."

The sound of his giggle made me freeze again. I stand corrected, that was the most angelic thing I have ever heard.

"Alright, see you tomorrow, Blake!" He said happily, his eyes now looking at my nose. I chuckled before nodding.

"See you tomorrow, Liam." I replied before Angela led me back upstairs, leaving Liam to his music. It wasn't long before I had my things in my hand and headed out the door with the goofiest smile on my face.