Good evening/morning/afternoon/night. I'm here to drop this one here and going to sleep, but since I'm so tired (waking up at 5 am and having an annoying roommate) I couldn't check it for obvious mistakes. Sorry.

Also, big thanks to
@_CheerToBeQueer_
(Why isn't the tagging working! :/ :/ I will try to fix it on my laptop soon! I'm so sorry!)
for this amazing fan art! I love it so much, mainly the blue eyes! ❤️😍
And once again I'm sorry I'm uploading it now and not sooner. Accept my deepest apologies ❤️.

And for the last part, it was quite fan to be researching the topic down below. I find it very interesting actually. Enjoy ^.^
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"Can we talk after the school?" Bryce asked me, when I put all my things on the table.

I lookedk up at him, almost not remembering why was I fighting him in the first place. But I already had a meeting with Vincent.

Now, when I finally have Delirious by my side I don't see the reason why not to listen what he want to say. Besides if Ohm slept with Luke, Bryce can have our teacher.

"I would love to, but today is really bad day for that. Tomorrow?" I smiled at him, seeing him nod.

"Tomorrow."

He moved to his seat next to Dereck, who was looking at me with obvious hate. I quickly looked away, wishing for Ohm to finally start his class. I wanted to thank him, for what he agreed on.

When he door opened, there wasn't Ohm. Our headmaster walked in, closing the door behind him.

"Mister Ohmwrecker is currently out of the city for a few weeks. For the first days I will be your teacher until I find somebody else. No Dereck, you're not allowed to skip this class. Now open the books at..."

What?!

I blinked several times, zoning out. I was so confused over what I heard.

What's going on? Why would he leave the city without saying a single word? Luke! Luke has to be the reason.

After the school I tried to get home as soon as possible, because Vincent was already waiting for me. On the way I called Ohm couple times, but without any luck.

I saw Vincent standing in front of my house, and I felt so bad that he had to wait.

"I'm sorry I'm late."

"No worries, dude. I have all the stuff needed," he replied casually, while I opened the door and let him in.

"Your house looks so cool!"

Vincent almost yelled, and I smiled to myself. I led him to my room, glad my mum was in the work until the late night hours.

"Do you want something to drink?" I asked him, receiving a chuckle.

"No need. We have just an hour, then I have to be in the Room. Are you sure you don't want to come with me? They can explain things better than me," Vincent said, and I quickly shook my head.

A foursome is enough in my life. I don't need a group sex any time soon.

"I'm pretty sure. So you said you knew him," I started, sitting down on my bed.

"The bearded man? I do. I mean, not directly because he always said that I'm not worth it, and he left the Room after some time. But his friend was different," Vincent replied, and I had a feeling he was talking about Delirious.

"His friend?"

"The blue eyed man. He's the typical person who belongs in there. He's always so authoritative, intimidating, arrogant, yet he knows how to treat you as a slave," Vincent answered my question, and I bit down my lower lip.

"Has he slept with you?" I asked, even though I already knew the answer.

"He has, but I haven't seen him for ages now."

At least this is a good news.

"Alright. So what's the most important thing?" I asked him.

"There are a lot of important things. First of all you need to be sure both sides are ok with this. You can't really lean onto somebody who doesn't feel to be your master," Vincent started, and I felt my cheeks already burning under this conversation.

How can this guy talk about this stuff like we were talking about food?

"I'm sure he's more than ok with being a master," I whispered back embarrassed.

"In that case we can focus only on you. You can't be a perfect slave in the first few days, that's impossible. First you have to learn things your master likes and hates. I'm not talking only about the sexual content. I mean from the food, through the clothes or colors," he continued, and my brain started to think what he truly likes.

"When you can handle that, it's easier for you to make him happy," Vincent said, and I frowned.

"But that's pretty normal in the relationship, right?" I asked confused.

"I mean the master and the slave is relationship too, because you have to trust him and he has to trust you. Let me give you a quick example. A girl buys a car for her boyfriend, because she knows the boy loves this brand, because she wants to make him happy and she expect him to do a similar thing. Now with the relationship you want to start it's basically from your own heart. You wear a red skirt because you know your master loves it and you're just happy to see him smile. You're doing it because you want to, not because you need to and you expect something in return. For some people it's really hard to see the difference. Do you understand just a little bit?" Vincent asked, and I hummed in respond.

"You have to stop complaining and whining about some things you're doing. Let's say when you're kneeling on the hard wooden floor and your knees are hurting so much. You won't be kneeling there for too long and if you know that's something your master love then serve him in that way," he replied to me, and I sighed.

But I don't want to be Delirious' slave in the relationship. I want my voice to mean something.

"Your master is always right. You need to understand that-"

His speech was interrupted by my phone. I quickly looked down, seeing Delirious' name on it.

Speaking of the devil.

"Hey," I answered the phone call, giving Vincent apologizing look.

"Are you done with the school? Can I pick you up?" He asked me enthusiastically, and I gulped.

"Well about that... today I'm with one of my friends out," I explained, feeling so bad for rejecting him.

"Oh, is it Ohm?" He replied with his voice already shaking in anger.

"No. Ohm's out of the city and he's not answering my phone calls. I think Luke's the reason," I explained quickly.

"What about tomorrow?" He asked again.

"Bryce wants to meet up. I'm not available," I told him truthfully.

"The whole day?"

"He wants to talk about Ohm. Sorry," I apologized, feeling so bad for doing this to him.

"When you're available?" He asked me instead.

Vincent has only one hour today. I need to gather as much info as possible to make you happy.

"This Saturday," I replied with certainty in my voice.

"That's almost a week! How am I suppose to not see you for so long?"

This means not seeing you for almost a week even for me. But at least I know what's going to happen on Saturday.

"I'm sorry," I apologized again.

"If you want to meet me any time sooner you know where to find me. Now how was your day at school?" He asked with much gentle tone.

I have only a what? Half an hour before Vincent has to go.

"I'm sorry, I have to go. I'll call you later," I quickly said, cancelling the call without waiting for his goodbye.

"Sorry about this. So you were saying..." I smiled at Vincent, nudging him to continue.

"Always do more to your master than its expected. This might impress some of them to the point of you getting some special reward," Vincent continued.

"Wait, let me grab a notebook."