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What do I have to do to get a hunk like him to notice me? That was the thought that pestered model student luke Clearview's mind. He didn't think about whatever drivel the professor was spewing, he only had his mind on the hunk next to him; Ignavius Evans. Luke had spent the last half hour taking glances at the handsome male and wishing he could get into his bed. He would love nothing more than for tall dark and handsome to grab him from behind and pound his cock into his plump ass. Maybe even force him to grovel on his knees and lick his sweaty feet. He wanted to be his bitch. (No, stop that. You're not going to be a hoe like you were in high school. You promised yourself you would keep your legs closed until you find a very special guy. Wow, I sure do inner monologue a lot.) On the surface, Luke seemed to live a squeaky clean life. He was a straight-A student who was always well dressed and graduated from a top-notch Christian high school. What most people that know is that while he was filling his head with knowledge, he also filled his hole with dick. It was a bit of an underground secret that he was the whore of the school. Being a Christian school, St Joseph Academy had quite a few closeted males. Luke's massive ass was like a magnet to them. Everyone knew Luke was a timid fellow so he would never snitch on anyone if someone did anything to him. This is what gave the males to take advantage of him. They'd catch him in empty bathrooms and bully him into giving them blowjobs. Luke was initially overwhelmed but he secretly enjoyed it. He'd always had a rather high libido and now he could finally get the action he lusted for. He found the courage to take the initiative and ask the guys to treat him as a sex slave. Every day he would be fucked and dicked down like some cheap hooker. It was pure pleasure but deep down luke was ashamed of himself. He was supposed to be a role model, not some slut. If news got out what'd he was up to, his reputation would be ruined. That's why he promised he redeem himself in college and stick to one guy. Too bad it wouldn't last. Ignavius let out a lawn and pulled out a novel to Combat his boredom. Luke's eyes widened for a moment. “. That's ‘Devils requiem!’ I'm surprised someone as cool as him is into that sort of book. Mows a perfect chance to finally talk to him.” Luke smiled. “ Don't you like the part where the protagonists best friends goes to join the demon king and then the protagonist has to kill both of them ?” Luke had asked a bit too energetically. “ Um…. I'm still of the first chapter so not really.” Ignavius bluntly said. Luke cringed hard on the inside. He made himself look like a fool in front of his crush and spoiled the best part of the book! Why couldn't he ever act normal around attractive men? “ But knowing that happens later on really makes me want to read the book even more. Thanks for telling me.” Ignavius gave a faint smile before returning to his book. That smile nearly made Luke's heart skip a bit. He was glad Ignavius hadn't thought he was a fool like he suspected. Luke continued his daydreams until the bell interrupted him, a sign that class was over. Students packed away their belongings and sheepishly made their way out the class. With his hands in his pocket, Ignavius cooly walked away. Now it was time for gym, Luke's most hated yet loved subject. On one hand, those gym shorts he was forced to wear would always put far too much emphasis on his ass and attract so many unwanted stares. On the flipside though, the three hottest guys in school shared gym with him; The boisterous wrestling jock Ryan Hotchkiss, The hyper-masculine bad boy Josh Anderson and of course the cool-headed goth Ignavius Evans. It was a constant struggle trying to hide an erection in a locker room filled with half-naked guys. Josh showed off his well-toned chest as he changed into a snug sports shirt and Ryan had the habit of laying around on nothing but his jockstrap. Luke was notorious for his massive dome for an ass but Ryan could give him a serious run for his money. “ Put your clothes on already you damn exhibitionist. Nobody wants to see you like that.” Said a rather peeved Josh. “ Oh, cmon. We’re all guys here so there's no problem with showing a bit of skin. Ain't that right, Ignavius ?”. Ryan had wrapped his arm around Ignavius’s shoulders and leaned into him. “ Um… well, I uh….” The normally stoic Ignavius was blushing red like an apple and had to avoid Ryan's eyes. Luke had noticed a rather telling bulge arise in the man's shorts. He'd be lying if he said he wasn't envious. “ You guys are so fucking gay. “ Josh scoffed as he finished getting dressed and walked to the gym court. Ryan simply smiled and followed behind him with clothes in hand. Luke had a feeling today’s gym class was going to be something big. The guys ran laps around the court, as usual, building up sweat as they did. Josh’s broad shoulders became apparent as the sweat caused the shirt to be translucent. Ryan’s biceps seemed to bulge with every sprint and Ignavius nice thighs complimented his shorts. It was important for Luke to find the one single guy he would date but this trio sure made it daunting. How could he possibly choose only one of these hunks? Josh jabbed his elbow into luke's side as he darted past and scoffed. “ Pick up the pace you limpdick nerd !” Luke usually enjoyed a bit of abuse but josh’s words and actions were more hurtful than they should've been. Perhaps it was because Josh's actions caused a ripple current effect causing him to be bullied by other jocks as a result. At least back in high school, all those verbal attacks would ultimately lead to his satisfaction. “ Run maggots run! If I see any of you fall behind that's 20 points dropped from your grade !” Nike bellowed with enough volume to wake up the nation. Nobody knew who he was trying to impress with his cheesy drill sergeant routine but he never broke character. He gripped a bag filled with who knows what and revealed an evil smirk. “ Alright boys and girls, it's time for a little game of Dodgeball.” The bag dropped to the floor and a swarm of dodgeballs spewed out. A cacophony of groans and cheers echoed throughout the room. Ryan pumped his hands into the air like an overgrown child and flashed a mischievous smile. “ Hell yeah! I haven't played that since middle school. “ Ignavius sighed and folded his arms. He hated practically every form of physical activity and dodgeball was certainly one of them. He was always picked last and made sure he was one of the first to lose to get it over with. Luke was mostly apathetic about the situation since he was a well-rounded guy and could handle himself fairly well in the game. Nobody, however, felt as strongly about the game as Josh did. It was the only time he could pummel other kids in class and get away with it. Plus he knew all the best jocks would be on his team so victory was assured. “ Time to play ball.”
[Light swearing and insults.]  Upon the witch’s hour, twenty-five year old William Carver sat alone in his room; waiting. Waiting for what? He had always asked himself as he stared out of his window at the lit streets below, the small Albertan town glistening in fresh frost. Sighing, William sat back in his chair, his medium length chestnut brown hair falling off of his shoulders. His steel grey eyes glanced over at his standing mirror, admiring the carpentry in the hand-carved horses that made up its frame. Mona never did like mirrors, she always told me they were portals to hell. I find them fascinating. His thoughts drifted back to when William was a child and he was living with his cousin Mona Archfield. “Come on Mona! It’s pretty!” William, ten years old, handing Mona a silver hand mirror. Mona shook her head and looked at the mirror in fear like there was something inside of it. “Will, get that away from me!” She screamed before running into the house, crying. William, to this day never knew what she saw in that mirror to this day, because she never told him. Her reasoning was; I don’t want it to come back. A loud thud caught William’s attention and he looked over to where he heard the sound. His eyes scanned the area of his pile of dirty clothes, a large box of random electronic cords and broken consoles. His eyes fell on a large stereo that had tipped over from having items piled behind it. Willam shook his head before looking at the time on his iphone. 2:45 am. He knew that he needed to get to bed, he had work in the morning. He was not looking forward to it at all. He hated seeing his boss and his co-workers. They kept on poking at him because he was the only overweight worker over at the pizza shop. Everyone else was either toned or a twig, and William could not understand it because he sees all of them stuffing their faces more in one day than he does in a week. With a groan, William stood up and walked over to his bed. When he passed his mirror, he looked at himself. His arms had thinned down since he had started his diet, however they still show some signs of slight chub. His stomach still protrudes over pants, however he can finally see his feet when he looks down. He was still rather large, and just barely out of the obese category, but his effort with his new diet is starting to pay off it seemed. He took off his thick framed nerd-style glasses and set them beside the mirror on a small table before he climbed into bed, pulling the covers up over his head. He closed his eyes to try and sleep before his alarm went off at 7:30 am.He knew tomorrow was not going to be anything special, so he did not hurry himself into dreamland. The ovens were beeping like crazy when William stepped through the rear loading door of the pizza place. His uniform was clean and ironed as always, not like the manager even notices, and William was carrying a large folder into the office. He set his laptop bag down beside the office chair and set the folder in front of the company’s computer before clocking in and getting to work on calculating all of the sales from the last three weeks. I wish they would get their heads out of their asses and hire a professional accountant. William thought to himself as he started typing the numbers in the Microsoft Excel spreadsheet. He had gotten through ten of the twenty one days on the sheet before he heard the ever familiar screech of his General Manager. “Mister Carver!” William looked behind him to see Gladys Hawthis, General Manager of his workplace. She stood five foot zero and looked like a dried up prune that had miraculously grew bones strong enough to hobble. Her beadie brown eyes stared right into William’s soul as the grey-haired goblin like creature hobbled forward and placed a blue folder on the desk on top of the accounting folder William was just working on. “Oh miss Hawthis, I do hope your weekend was--” “Shove it sweet talker! Explain to me why there is three thousand dollars missing from the safe!” Gladys sneered, looking over her horn-rimmed glasses at the taller male. William blinked and thought for a moment before checking the documents. “Alex took the money into the bank last night it seems. The documentation is right here as well as the bank receipt for three thousand dollars.” He said, showing her both the handwritten form and the bank receipt. Gladys snatched the papers with her willow branch fingers and stared at the papers, holding them so close to her face William was hoping she would get a paper cut on her eyeball. “You’re off the hook this time Carver.” She growled, tossing the papers over her shoulder as she walked out. “Thank-you ma’am.” William replied, picking up the papers before putting them back where he found them. “Don’t push your luck, now get those numbers done before the big boss gets here. And I want them perfect!” She screeched the last word before slamming the door to the office, knocking a lot of the books and binders off the shelves. William sighed and got to work, ignoring the fact Gladys was talking very loudly about him to another co-worker. One of these days I am going to tell that hag where to shove her crooked ass bird beak of a nose. Four-thirty pm rolled around quite fast, and William was helping customers in the front. He had his back turned to the counter grabbing a box of freshly made pepperoni pizza for a customer when he heard the door open with the familiar ding. “I will be with you in a minute.” He said in a very welcoming voice. He turned, handing the customer their pizza and giving them their receipt before turning to the one who had just walked in. William stood there, his eyes unblinking, he was in shock. Standing before him on the other side of the till, was a 6-foot tall, red haired male with emerald green eyes and fair skin. The other’s hair was short and slightly messy with very neat side swept bangs. He was toned and looked like he could be a movie star. The man was wearing a pair of half-framed silver glasses, a thin pleather jacket, tight jeans and a dark shirt. William did not think to look at the male’s feet, his eyes were fixated on the other’s kind and strong face… “Gladys Hawthis.” His voice was smooth, there were no harsh undertones or hidden malicious words, it was music to William’s ears… “MISTER CARVER!” Then the screech killed the moment. Gladys walked over, her face twisted in a furious ball of whiskers, wrinkles and warts. William jumped and looked over at her, a little bit frightened. “I am so sorry sir, William here is a bit slow in the head.” Gladys said, looking to the redhead across from the counter. The other chuckled, looking at the small woman. “That is alright, now I do need to have this meeting with you if that’s alright Gladys.” He replied, walking to the open employees only entrance to the back. Gladys followed him after shooting William another glare. William stood there confused as he watched the two disappear into the back. “So, you got the hots for the head honcho huh fatty?” William sighed and turned around, looking at his blue-haired punk co-worker. “He is too amazing to be the owner of this shit hole Jake.” William replied, taking a cloth and starting to wipe down the till area. Jake laughed and pulled out a small pizza from the warmers. “Maybe, but he is the owner. And there’s rumors going around about him.” Jake said, taking a piece of pizza out of the box, letting the cheese and pineapple slide off like a guilty pleasure. “Oh?” William was curious about this rumor. He had just seen the guy and already, there are rumors popping up. Jake leaned over and whispered into William’s ear. “He don’t like fat idiots.” Jake then took a bite of the pizza right beside William’s ear before walking to the back laughing. William rubbed his ear, disgusted before going back to work, a definitive scowl on the young man’s face. Gladys and the boss have been talking for about an hour now, I wonder if he-- William shuddered at the thought of those two--ew. William had logged out of the cash register, letting Brice take over. The dark skinned youth was the only person in that place half decent toward William, but William knew that it was only because the kid barely knew english. With a relieved sigh, William clocked out in the office before grabbing his bag and walking toward the loading door he has familiarized himself with. He had been entering and exiting through this door for five years now, still wondering why he hadn’t quit three years ago. William had just opened the door when a hand was placed on his shoulder. William froze, his heart jumped into his ears as he stiffened. Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit. “Let me give you a ride home” That voice--. William turned around to see it was the boss. The man’s touch was as gentle as his voice, maybe more gentle. His expression was soft and kind; genuine even. William could only muster a nod as a response. The other smiled before opening the door for William. William walked out, everything seeming to become a blur as his heart started to beat abnormally. He was soon sitting in the other man’s car. He was still in shock at the kind gesture. “Where do you live?” His boss’s question snapped him out of his thoughts. “Uh. 53 2nd Avenue.” He replied. The car was soon in motion, driving out of the back alley and onto the well lit roads. “I’m Ripley.” William blushed. He was not too sure how to reply to that sudden introduction. “Rilliam--I mean William. William Carver.” He stuttered, blushing from embarrassment. Way to go dipshit. Mess up your next response and you’ll find yourself being laughed at by the first hottie that works at that damn sleeze joint. Riley chuckled, turning the corner onto the main road of the city. “It is very nice to meet you. Gladys has told me very interesting stories about you. How you always show up late, never get any work done and always steal from the register.” William was enraged hearing what that troll had been saying about him. “That lying little pint-sized devil! I have been working my ass off for that weasel for five damn years, doing the accounting work and payroll work that she should be doing. I’ve been arriving early to do prep every morning and leaving late every night so I can close up, and she turns around and lies about the best employee she has ever had!” William blinked, realizing he just said all of that in front of Riley. Smirking, Riley patted William on the arm. “I know, I have watched the footage.” William blinked and looked over at Riley. “Then, why did you…” Riley pulled up to William’s house. “To see if you would rat her out.” Riley said, laughing a bit. In disbelief, William grabbed his bag and opened the car door. “Thank you for the ride, Riley.” William said, before getting out of the car. “You free on saturday?” Riley asked. William blinked. Did my boss just ask me out? I haven’t had a date for three years. What if I screw this up? Damnit. “Uh, no...I mean yes, I’m free, Nothing planned.” He said, blushing and looking at the other that was still in the car. “Great, I will come pick you up around six?” Riley said smiling. William nodded, his cheeks flushing bright red. “See you then.” William whispered, closing the door. Riley drove off, leaving William outside of his house. William turned and walked toward his house, his head swimming. He was in disbelief at what had just happened. His heart started to flutter and skip as he opened his front door. He entered his house, closing and locking the door behind him. He put his bag on the couch before going up to his room, undressing so he could take a shower. He had the next three days off, including saturday, so he did not have to worry about dealing with Gladys and Jake before his big date. So was it actually a date? It could just be a friendly drink with the boss. Maybe he was trying to get to know William? “That would be a date.” William whispered to himself. He passed by the mirror in his room to try and find some comfortable pajamas to wear to bed after the shower, it had already struck nine at night, and William was feeling very tired. On his way back toward his bathroom, he did not look behind him at the mirror. If he did, he would have seen a silhouette in the glass staring at him with bright white eyes.
TITLE: The Exiled Prince of Asloan STATUS: Ongoing TAGS: Historical, Military, Shounen-ai PLOT: When the kingdom of Aslaon fell into the hands of its own military usurpers, the King was murdered by his most trusted Military General. The General, with the support of several lords and court personnel, proclaimed himself king and killed the previous head of Asloan while banishing the king's son into a cruel exile. Prince Jehai, embarked on a journey with no purpose or goal. But as he met people in his journey, he would be tangled into a series of events that would earn him the strongest and most loyal comrades Jehai would ever had. DISCLAIMER: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. NOTE: This is a shounen-ai story, but the main focus of the story will be the conflicts presented and romantic/sexual content is tuned down into an appropriate level of shounen-ai. - - - Updated - - - Prologue: The Exiled Prince A weaved basket made out of coconut leaves was all he was given. An obvious discontented face was painted on his face but the boy remained silent. Instead, he picked up the bag and slid the slings made out of hemp rope into both shoulders. The boy, at the young age of 16 was the prince of the usurped kingdom of Asloan. “Prince Jeha of Asloan - No.”, the speaker, whose words were met with cold sweats of fear of all listeners, paused. His eyes and lips formed into a squinting curve. His hands reached for the boy’s head and patted it like a pet dog. “Jehai, the exiled. Be grateful you are kept alive. Live your life full of gratitude and never take a single step inside this kingdom. Next time I see you, you will not be spared.”, the speaker turned around and walked away. The boy could never take this kind of humiliation. In the past, if someone offended him, he would be presented with the offender’s head dripping with fresh blood. He didn’t particularly enjoy brutality but as a person with the status only below to the king, he was someone that should be revered with utmost respect. The boy could only clench his fist. His anger was something that would never calm in this lifetime. His father was murdered and the fate of the rest in the royal family was unknown to all. He wanted revenge and have the offender learn his place. But he was a mere boy at the age of 16. The royal family which gave him power to rule had fallen. He didn’t have any means to take revenge. And if he would, the life that was spared in exchange of his father’s own would be wasted. The boy turned around and started to take the path leading to nowhere. “My King, my father. I pray that in the next life, you never encounter treacherous comrades and nefarious enemies”, Prince Jeha of Asloan - now bestowed the commoner name Jehai, offered a prayer to the dead king as he started to embark a journey full of trials and adventures. Prologue: The Exiled Prince A weaved basket made out of coconut leaves was all he was given. An obvious discontented face was painted on his face but the boy remained silent. Instead, he picked up the bag and slid the slings made out of hemp rope into both shoulders. The boy, at the young age of 16 was the prince of the usurped kingdom of Asloan. “Prince Jeha of Asloan - No.”, the speaker, whose words were met with cold sweats of fear of all listeners, paused. His eyes and lips formed into a squinting curve. His hands reached for the boy’s head and patted it like a pet dog. “Jehai, the exiled. Be grateful you are kept alive. Live your life full of gratitude and never take a single step inside this kingdom. Next time I see you, you will not be spared.”, the speaker turned around and walked away. The boy could never take this kind of humiliation. In the past, if someone offended him, he would be presented with the offender’s head dripping with fresh blood. He didn’t particularly enjoy brutality but as a person with the status only below to the king, he was someone that should be revered with utmost respect. The boy could only clench his fist. His anger was something that would never calm in this lifetime. His father was murdered and the fate of the rest in the royal family was unknown to all. He wanted revenge and have the offender learn his place. But he was a mere boy at the age of 16. The royal family which gave him power to rule had fallen. He didn’t have any means to take revenge. And if he would, the life that was spared in exchange of his father’s own would be wasted. The boy turned around and started to take the path leading to nowhere. “My King, my father. I pray that in the next life, you never encounter treacherous comrades and nefarious enemies”, Prince Jeha of Asloan - now bestowed the commoner name Jehai, offered a prayer to the dead king as he started to embark a journey full of trials and adventures.
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