A/N: Hi lovely people! 

This was written in between breaks on hot summer days. So it's full of mistakes!

But I'm going to post it anyway and hope it's readable. I hope you are all patient with Nile, I know he's different to the good guys I usually prefer. But 'let he who is without sin cast the first stone' or something like that. Enjoy! ❤

Chapter 4. 

After their shower, their clothes had been replaced with plain grey uniforms that made Nile's mouth curl in distaste. Then they were sat in the canteen and served a plain, but nutritious enough breakfast. 

Their first lesson, in room A15, consisted of a couple of long and boring exams in every school subject and then a test in problem solving and memory.

They were all sat at individual tables and when the time was up, they were called, one by one, into a room. 

Nile was slumped in his chair, cheek on his fist and bored out of his mind, when his name was called. He kicked back his chair and strolled towards the door. 

When he passed the Syre, she caught his shoulder and he couldn't quite suppress a wince. 

"One warning." She said ominously. 

"Yes, Syre." Nile said and she released him. 

He entered an office with colorful paintings on the wall. A Syre was seated at a desk and he looked up with a welcoming smile. He was perhaps in his early fifties, judging by the lines framing his eyes and mouth. 

"Have a seat, Nile." The man said and opened a folder on his desk. "I'm Dr. Kadethe. How are you feeling?" 

"Fine." Nile said automatically and dropped into the chair. 

This Syre struck him as a councellor or a therapist - and the bright paintings on the wall made Nile feel like a child in a clinic.

"Your life has changed dramatically in a very short time. It must be overwhelming." The doctor's smile was very warm and reached his eyes. "I heard you got into a fight yesterday." 

"I was provoked and before you ask: no, I don't have a temper." Nile leaned forward impatiently, placing his hands on the desk. "I was sent here by mistake. I'm not Fei, I just haven't changed yet." 

The Syre's smile turned sympathetic. "Many Fei find it difficult to accept their Change at first. Especially those with privileged backgrounds." 

Nile's fists clenched. "I'm not delusional. I don't look Fei and I don't act Fei." 

"Not all Fei are small and delicate. That's a common misconception, because most Fei in the entertainment field have that physique." His blue eyes held a sparkle of humor, as if he found Nile amusing. 

Nile felt his face go hot and he slammed his fists on the desk. "I'm not blasting Fei!" 

"Take your hands off my desk." The Syre said calmly. He wasn't smiling anymore. 

Nile flushed and leaned back in his chair. He swallowed hard. "I-I'm just frustrated. No one's listening to me and I just want to go home." 

The doctor watched him for a long moment, then made a note on his pad. "That's not possible. Your bloodtest marks you a Fei." 

"That bloodtest is mistaken." Nile snapped and lifted his chin proudly, meeting the man's gaze. "I'm Nile Thoran Ledje and every male in my line is a Syre." 

"Really?" The Syre said mildly and flipped a page on his folder. "Your father has requested your name be changed." 

"What?" Nile shouted and then pressed his lips tight. He raked a trembling hand through his hair and fought to get his breathing under control. His father wouldn't...he couldn't do that. Was he disowning Nile? But family was everything to him. "You're lying!" 

"I never lie." The Syre's smile was tight this time. "You do, however. Even to yourself it seems." The man abruptly stood and walked around the desk. 

Nile hardly had time to register what was happening, before bronze fingers fisted in his hair and wrenched his head back. 

"Open your mouth." All traces of friendliness were gone and hard eyes met Nile's. 

"B-but I just told you-" Nile gasped as hot needles stabbed through his skull. It wasn't a full blast, it was just a warning. 

"I won't repeat myself." The man said, unzipping his pants and pulling out a half-erect cock. 

Nile smelt the warm musk of it, before the mushroomed head pressed damp against his lips. He was too stunned to do anything, except blink up at the man. 

"Go on." The Syre tightened his grip and used his grip on Nile's hair to press the boy forward.  

Nile shut his eyes and opened his mouth. He thought about nothing and everything as salty flesh moved between his lips. This wasn't happening. It couldn't be happening. Not to him. 

The man's breathing quickened and he gripped Nile's hair harder, holding the boy still as he used his mouth. 

Nile's jaw started to ache and he choked when the shaft pushed too deep, spittle running down his chin and staining his uniform. 

The Syre drew back, until the tip of his cock was in Nile's mouth, and he came on the boy's tongue, making sure he tasted every bitter drop. Nile gagged. 

"Swallow it." The Syre demanded, yanking hard on Nile's hair. Nile swallowed convulsively and tried not to hurl all over the Syre's polished shoes. 

The man wiped his softening cock with a scrap of cloth and tucked himself back into his pants. He patted Nile's cheek and returned to his chair. 

"I'll give you some time to consider a new name." The man said, making another note on his pad, as if nothing out of the ordinary had just happened. "You have until tomorrow morning to return here and change it. Otherwise I'll pick one for you and update your chip." 

Nile wiped his chin and stared down at the floor. His eyes were blurred and his scalp and throat ached. 

"Last chance." The Syre's voice hardened and Nile's pulse kicked up. He didn't know what that meant, but it couldn't be anything good. 

"Yes, Syre." He croaked. 

"You're dismissed." The doctor didn't bother looking up from his folder, as Nile stood and walked out. 

He didn't look at anyone, and followed a guard's curt directions to the canteen. He could smell the food, before he reached it and his stomach turned. 

He ended up turning down a different corridor and found a gym filled with exercise machines. Nile jumped onto a runner and was relieved when it responded to a scan from his wrist. 

He started running, pushing himself hard, until his mind blanked and all he could feel was the air sawing through his lungs and the thump of his feet. 

A guard eventually found him and slammed the brake on the side of the machine, making it grind to a halt. Nile gripped the bars to keep his balance and stood there panting. The guard considered him for a moment, eyes running leisurely over Nile. 

"I told you we'd meet again." The guard said and Nile recognised him as the guard from his first day. 

The man snapped his fingers and pointed to the floor in front of him. "Come here." 

Nile reluctantly stepped down from the machine and shuddered when the man touched his hair, large hand running down to the back of his head. 

"If you're feeling restless." The guard said gently, massaging Nile's damp neck. "There are other ways for you to calm down." 

"I want to go to the canteen. I'm hungry." Nile said quietly and wiped the sweat from his brow. 

"In a moment." The guard spun Nile around and pushed him against the wall. The boy stiffened and tried to move away, but the guard dragged him right back. Nile stared blankly at the wall, as his pants were jerked down.