Cormac had to talk to him- he’d let Ashe hide for long enough. Too long, in fact; a few months letting his silverette avoid him was long enough to drive him crazy, and Cormac was done with it. He’d lose his chance soon, with the school year ending and rumors of Ashe handing in his letter of resignation. Cormac wasn’t going to let it slip through his fingers. He was going to get his little silverette to admit that there was something between them even if it killed him.
Yet, despite his absolute certainty, he hesitated with his hand on the door to Ashe’s classroom. It was after school, and with the halls so silent, he could hear the hate in his silverette’s voice ringing in his ears. Cormac closed his eyes, and all he could see was the absolute anger that had turned the silver-blue cold and unfeeling, and it hurt him all over again. If he was faced with that again, he wasn’t sure how much longer he’d be able to be the carefree, flirtatious man he had always been. His silverette had affected him far too much.
Cormac rested his head against the door, a faint smile coming to his face when he remembered just how much his silverette had changed him; even when Ashe’s moans had been ringing in his ears, he hadn’t shoved the silverette down on the floor and pushed as far as he could go. He’d been going slow for Ashe, something he would have never thought himself capable of. There was something very wrong with him, and the way his heart fluttered when he heard the sound of Ashe moaning echoing from his memories.
Except… that moan wasn’t inside his head. And it turned into a whimper. “Please, stop,” Ashe pleaded, his voice muffled- too much for it to just be the door.
Cormac straightened, his eyes narrowed. His hand clenched into a fist against the cool wood when Ashe whimpered again; not that sweet sound he made when he didn’t want to make a noise, but something that sounded frightened and pained.
“Aric… Aric, please don’t.”
He sounded so broken, the sound of it driving right into Cormac’s heart. He dropped his hand to the knob, but the door was locked, the knob making barely a quarter turn before clicking to a stop. The knob didn’t even rattle much as he shook it, trying to get it open; the school had a big enough budget to pay for the good stuff.
Cormac’s scowl deepened as Ashe whimpered again, the sound trailing off into a strangled groan that sounded very close to pain.
“Aric, stop!” Ashe’s yelp was followed by a dull thump, and Cormac would be stupid if he didn’t recognize it.
He only hoped, for the sake of this Aric bastard, that it had been Ashe doing the punching. But his hope was gone in seconds when he heard the soft sound that could only be somebody trying to stop themselves from crying. It had to be Ashe, because an abusive asshole wouldn’t cry that easily. And it made Cormac’s rage kick up to the point where he felt like his skin was on fire and there was steam coming out of his ears.
He could have picked the lock; he knew how to do it because he’d volunteered at an orphanage when he was a teenager. But he was too impatient, too angry. Cormac backed up a few steps before throwing his full weight hard into the door.
The door burst open, freezing the two men in the room as it crashed down to the floor, ripped off his hinges; Cormac got the full effect of the scene before him.
Ashe was on the floor, a hand covering the right side of his face and tears welling from his eyes. A man stood over him, dark eyes wild and his golden blonde hair messy. His fist was still raised, and it was obvious by the scowl on his face why that fist was up. Ashe flinched back when the man moved and Cormac snarled.
The man, Aric, looked taken aback for a second. Then his scowl deepened. “Look, dude, this ain’t your problem. Get outta here before I have to hurt you too.”
“Bullshit,” Cormac scoffed, brushing past the jerk to survey Ashe.
“What are you doing here?” Ashe whispered while Aric blustered on behind them.
“Are you okay?” Cormac asked softly, ignoring the question. Ashe fought him at first, but he let Cormac draw his hand away from his face. Cormac hissed in a breath at what he saw; Ashe’s fair skin was already beginning to bruise, swollen around his eye.
Ashe’s eyes widened when Cormac turned suddenly, on his feet in the blink of an eye, hands fisted at his side. “Who exactly do you think you are?” Cormac said. Ashe had never heard anybody sound so deadly before, and the worst part was that he was completely calm. His hands weren’t even fisted at his side, dangling loosely, his hair brushing them as he shook his head.
“I told you, it ain’t none of your business,” Aric snarled. “That’s my property you’re touching and I’d thank you to get the fuck away.”
“Is this jerk telling the truth?” Cormac asked Ashe, jerking a thumb in Aric’s direction.
Ashe’s mouth opened and closed for a second before he was able to get his voice to work properly. “Um, no. We… we broke up before the school year started because he liked to treat me like a punching bag.”
“Shut your mouth, you little son of a b-”
Aric’s angry, caustic words were interrupted by the breaking of his nose. A horrid, gurgling cry came out of him as Cormac took a neat step back, shaking out his hand with a pained expression. “Damn, I forgot how much that hurts,” he groaned, wrinkling up his nose as he frowned down at his bloodied knuckles; he didn’t want that scum’s blood on him.
“You- I’ll make you pay!” Aric’s words were slurred as he stumbled to his feet. Cormac’s right foot slid back as he got into a defensive stance, ready for the enraged idiot to attack him. He didn’t expect Aric to walk right past him. But when Aric’s fingers tangled in Ashe’s hair, yanking the teacher half to his feet and making him cry out in pain, red tinged Cormac’s vision. “I told you not to leave me, and now you’ve found somebody else to take my place. You little slut. I’ll punish you for- ack!”
“You won’t touch another fucking hair on his head,” Cormac growled, his fingers tightening around Aric’s throat. The man gagged and choked, his fingers relaxing their hold on Ashe’s hair; the silverette immediately scrambled away, putting his back against the chalkboard and watching the two men with wide eyes.
“Listen, and listen good.” Cormac was a fearsome sight when he was mad, his face flushed slightly red and his eyes sparking with rage. “If I ever see you anywhere near Ashe again, I will rip your throat open with my bare hands. Am I clear?”
“You f-”
Cormac shook him, hard, the man’s head slamming against the wall. “I said am… I… clear?”
“Y-yes sir,” Aric gasped.
Cormac let go and the man dropped to the floor, cracking his head against the tile; blood marked the grey-flecked white ceramic tiles, but Cormac didn’t feel bad in the slightest. He turned to Ashe, his anger gone in a second as he saw how terrified the silverette was. “Ashe, I-”
“Mr. King!”
Cormac’s expression changed again, into one of sheepish guilt. “Ah, Rahil, it’s not…” His words froze when he looked the see the dean flanked by two armed police officers who were headed in his direction. “Rahil, come on, I was just protecting-”
Rahil held up a hand, and Cormac fell silent immediately, faced with the threat in velvet black eyes. “Save it, Mr. King. We have a zero tolerance policy. Go quietly and we’ll get this worked out as quickly as possible.”
“I… I…” Cormac glanced to Ashe, who was still staring at him like he expected Cormac to hit him next. The redhead sighed softly, head hanging, and offered his hands to the silver haired officer holding the cuffs. “Take me away, boys.”
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