⚠️WARNING. There is no safe haven

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The classroom was meant to be a safe place for Tan. The teacher, yet another non descript middle aged female, with a face he couldn't describe. 

As he settles behind his desk, ignoring the guy sat next to him, gazing longingly at his profile as he rested his chin on his hand, Tan pulls out his notes about the importance of capturing the essence of a persona on paper. His notes make him chuckle a little to himself. He had come across nearly every boyslove persona he could possibly imagine since setting foot in this place. He must have witnessed it all by now! 

"Good morning class." 

Wait...that's not the voice of professor.... Why don't I remember her name?

"My name is Mr Bell." 

Tan knew by the pure deep silky tones of the man's voice that he would indeed be a handsome bell. A bell he would probably want to ring if he let his guard down for more than one minute. 

He closes his eyes and counts...

One, two, three...

The eyes are opened and there stood. Mr Bell. 

Ding dong indeed!

A man so muscular that his shirt must have had the best stitching to stop him from bursting out of it like the hulk,  obviously being a size or two too small, with the top two buttons already giving up the ghost to reveal a tanned collarbone. The pecs were pressed so tightly against the shirt that even from his desk, four rows back, Tan could see the seemingly hardened nipples pushing against the fabric, in danger of poking out his eye.

"Professor nondescript is a little unwell, so I will be teaching her classes until further notice." It was clear that the town around him had taken things up a notch. This was a new level. Tan could just about resist the charms of the cute boys around him, but this was a man. A big, strong, muscular man...

...bursting from the fabic shrouding him...where is this orchestral music coming from? And the bright spotlight shining over the guy's head? That woosh of wind blowing in his face, trying to blow his pristine dark side parting out of place?

"Please turn to page 20 in your text books."

Well, at least the man seemed to be professional. Tan drags his eyes away from the vision. It felt painful to look away and to the pages of the book. So...page 20....

PLEASE HELP ME!

"As you can see by the title of this chapter in the book, a story needs a good hook. And the best hook is a little erotica." 

Tan glances up and around the rest of his class. It was like the room was unphased by the subject. It was as if they were studying something mundane like how to change a lightbulb.  'Erotica.' Even reading the word made Tan feel a tingle in his pants. 

Erotica...oh yeah...Erotica...

"E r o t i c a" Tan gets snapped out of his dangerous mind to hear the teacher write the word on the board in big letters, again repeating it. 

Wow, his voice is so deep. Deeper than the ocean!

Tan felt he wanted to hear more taboo words leave the man's mouth. 

...Lustful, dirty words, moans of ecstasy....oh yeah, mmm...

No. Please no. Not here, not now! 

Tan looks down at the crotch of his jeans. Jesus, he's growing! This is the worst place for it to happen. Being in class was bad enough, but as he looks up, it's as if every single boy in class somehow knows. Knows he is getting rigid, like they can smell it, sense it even. 

"You look a little flustered there. Maybe I could help with that." Comes the offer of the guy sat next to him. Tan feels a hand lightly squeeze his knee. 

"What? No...no thankyou." He pushes the hand away as he jumps to his feet, backing himself away from his desk, but invertedly ends up backing himself against the wall.

"Maybe you just don't smell so good." Comes another voice being directed to the boy who Tan had just rejected.  He didn't recognize the voice, but the scent...it was the guy from the bus. "You want to breathe me in don't you." The question now directed towards Tan.

"No I..." 

"Come on...there's nothing wrong in it. It's not like you have a girlfriend. Just a little light relief." The guy. The guy from the block this morning. Where did he come from?

"Just bros being bros." Says a voice to his left. "Just like in the books you like to read. I know what you like to read Tan. I know your fantasies, your desires."  Now the blond handsome anime prince was approaching, with his entourage of nature surrounding him. "I can make it sweet like chocolate boy." 

"I saw him first!" Says yet another voice. "You would have been a perfect roommate. Why did you have to leave so soon? My bed was cold without you." 

Tan's mind felt like it was going to combust. Too much information. A sensory overload. He was being attacked by boyslove from all angles and his defences were weakening by the second. The visuals, the sounds the smells. All too much!

"Please...I..." he begins.

"Step away everyone!" The deep sounding boom of the professor's voice fills the air. "Give him some space." 

That's just what Tan needed. Room to breathe, but his idea of space and Mr Bell's seemed to be completely different. As the throng of handsome boys part like a gorgeous red sea, in steps the newly appointed professor. The leader of the pack, the alpha. 

Oh my God! Is this what this is? Am I the...omega???

Tan gulps hard as the male approaches and raises a hand to Tan's cheek. He doesn't want this to happen but fuck! He needs this as he feels the large hand cup his face. He can see the exposed skin of the opened shirt more clearly now. The beautiful beads of sweat, resting on his collarbone. "You need to let yourself go. You can't resist it. You were born to be one of us..." 

Tan feels utterly powerless to do anything but surrender to his desires, as he finds his head rest a little in the palm of the professor's hand, enjoying the feel of the skin on his as he melts like molten wax into his palm.

Mr Bell lets a satisfying grin grace his lips. He only utters one more line before Tan knows everything is going to change for good. 

"Leave us." he says in a deep firm tone as slowly the other boys filter out of the classroom.  It would soon be the two of them...

alone.  

CLASS DISMISSED.