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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Sky_High_(2005)
  Relationship:
      Warren_Peace/Will_Stronghold
  Character:
      Will_Stronghold, Warren_Peace
  Additional Tags:
      High_School, Chemical_Weapons, Aphrodisiacs, Buttsex
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-09-04 Updated: 2016-06-01 Chapters: 4/? Words: 18079
****** Subliminal Heat ******
by Flamingladybugs
Summary
     Gwen Grayson is certainly the smartest girl in her school, though it
     could be said that she is also the most evil. With her initial plans
     for world domination thwarted, she must design a new scheme of
     attack, and this time, it’ll be personal. Gwen devises a chemical
     weapon meant to attack the hormonal make-ups of the boys at Sky High,
     in order to render them (and especially young Will Stronghold) sex
     crazed beasts, completely at her whim. But she doest expect that Will
     might not be that kind of guy…at all, or that his fiery “rival” may
     swoop in for the prize of Will’s precious virginity before she can
     even begin to manipulate him. With hormones and tempers running wild,
     will Will come out of this unscathed and untouched? No…not most
     defiantly not. Not if Warren has anything to say about it.
Notes
     Hello All! We're very excited to present this to you, and hope you
     enjoy it! Reviews and constructive criticism are always welcome.
     Well, enjoy!
***** Week 0: Gwen's Devious Plan *****
"Oh... oh my god!" his sweet gasp pierced the sweltering air and he writhed,
back arching as a wave of unbearable heat coursed through his body, making his
veins throb in pleasure.
"Say my name," commanded the larger male, his voice rumbling and horse from
arousal and exertion.
"Ahh!" cried the pleasured body below him, barely able to keep his nails from
digging into his lover's back as the pleasure continued to engulf him.. The
muscles above him tightened as the man soaked in the sounds the other was
making. He wouldn't be able to hold out for much longer if the mess of a boy
beneath him kept making those noises. Soon enough, he knew the boy would
release, and fully be his.
"Say my name, Stronghold!"
"God! Warren!"
The heat was unbearable  and Will’s pulse was pounding in his ears, making his
whole body shiver violently as the feeling of Warren’s cock pressing deep
inside of him overwhelmed all his other senses. He’d never felt anything even
remotely as painful or breath-taking as this. Everything was focused on the
spot deep inside him being mercilessly and slowly fucked by the cock that was
splitting him open.. The slow grind of Warren’s hips had the younger super’s
toes curling as he reached up, limbs numb, to frantically find something to
hold onto as wave after wave of unbearable pleasure and heat rolled through his
body.
“Warren,” he practically sobbed, mouth falling open as Warren’s hips began to
shallowly thrust, the tip of that cock so deep inside him grinding cruelly into
his sweet-spot. The pyro’s burning hands were suddenly hoisting  legs up around
his trim waist, pushing his cock as deep as possible into the writhing boy. His
thrusts became powerful, remaining subdued but sliding Will up the bed towards
the headboard with their intensity. Will let loose another sobbing moan as
jolts of unbelievable heat flew up his spine, tears collecting at the corners
of his eyes.
“Warren!” he sobbed, as his heart began to pound so hard he thought he might
pass out, the burning pleasure between his legs cresting with each strangled
gasp he let loose.
“That’s right,” he felt more than heard the growled words.
                               -Subliminal Heat-
It was an early autumn morning when a moment of sheer brilliance struck the
young Gwen Grayson. Birds were chirping and squirrels were harvesting nuts in
preparation for the cold winter as the young technopath was applying her makeup
in her vanity. As per her typical morning routine, Gwen was contemplating the
demise of the culture that had shunned and ridiculed her. Granted, this did
tend to be the natural hobby of most teenagers. She was just thankful that she
hadn’t developed her guardian's atrocious laugh.
All of her past plans had been narrowly discovered, like when she tried to
build a new pacifier in the mad science lab freshman year. It was nearly
completed when Mr. Medulla decided to browse the aisles, making sure students
were not miserably failing the actual assignment. Upon seeing her almost-
weapon,  he had thought she was horribly failing the assignment and completely
disassembled the parts, before giving her an entire lecture about following
directions. However, he couldn’t really be mad at his nearly prodigious
student.
She continued to muse on her past failures while delicately applying her
foundation and mascara. Her average primping and preening took up most of the
morning. After all, the youngest Stronghold had just started attending high
school this year, and she simply must get him to like her. Of course, achieving
that was relatively simple when it came to teenage boys.  He had just come into
his powers, and something that could easily be used against his parents.  She
had to get him to trust her before she could destroy everything he knows. Maybe
she could lead him into a radioactive warehouse on the presumption of sex or
mayb-
Any outside observer would swear that a light bulb had flashed in the
reflection of the mirror as Ms. Grayson came up with her most diabolical plot
yet. One that would put her on the top of the world.  Shoving her makeup to the
side and sending it crashing to the floor, she quickly turned the ugly clown
figurine on the side of her desk. There was a pause before rumbling came from
her harshly stuffed bookcase. Racing down the steps two at a time, she leapt to
her computer which took up most of the wall and started to rapidly tap at the
keys with an inhuman speed. She dearly hoped to flesh out this idea before she
was interrupted. However, this hope was quickly crushed.
"AHAHA, so early for evil scheming, is it not, my dear princess," inquired the
clown that had ambled his way down to the evil lair. The young Royal Pain’s
hand shot out and almost habitually grabbed at his throat. And while Stitches
was moderately sure the girl wouldn’t kill him, he could never be quite sure.
"I told you to STOP calling me that, you infernal imbecile! I need silence.
Just… silence. I have just devised the most brilliant plan in all of villain
history. Even that cow, Powers won't be able to stop me this time. Even she
can’t expect an attack on her students biology!"
                               -Subliminal Heat-
In a different location on that same morning, the young William Theodore
Stronghold was peacefully asleep, looking like an angel wrapped in his stars
and stripes comforter. Soon, however, this was interrupted by a harsh shrieking
beeping. Groaning and trying to ignore the constant shrieking of the devil
machine on his nightstand soon proved futile, and Will reached out of his warm
haven to give the snooze bar what he thought was a light tap. This resulted in
his hand meeting the polished wood of his nightstand and small sparks of
electricity flying. Sighing, he opened his drawer and pulled out a second,
identical one.
"Will, wake up, buddy! Don't want to be late for your new hero classes," called
the Commander from the base of the stairs, dressed in his normal realtor get-
up. It had been two days since Will had gained his powers in the fight with his
supposed arch-nemesis that had nearly destroyed half the cafeteria.  The
accentuation his father still put on “hero” when regarding his son still had
yet to wear off.
"Take your time, Will, I can fly you!" And with that threat, the young
Stronghold jumped out of bed and clambered into the shower. He had suddenly
become the cool guy on campus and there was no way in heckl he was risking
blowing his status by having his mother drop him off. The only thing worse
would be having his father break through the wall of his Effective Catchphrases
class to hand him his lunch. He’d sooner just crawl back into bed and die.
Quickly lathering and rinsing, Will took only the slightest bit of time to
admire himself in the mirror. Since discovering his powers, he'd notice subtle
changes in his physique. While not appearing overly buff as he had first
feared, he was definitely gaining more muscle definition and, if one were to
squint, even the slightest outline of a six-pack. He had not been the only one
to have noticed this. The girls in his school had started to notice him a bit
more, even the gorgeous and previously unattainable Gwen Grayson. Maybe his ego
would gain some muscle and he could ask her out.  
 With that in mind, he suddenly recalled his mothers ‘offer’ and dried off at a
clipped pace. He yanked on a shirt, nearly tripping with one leg stuck in his
pants. The comical sight only continued as he momentarily spared a glance at
the poor crumbled clock on his nightstand. He decided to blow off setting up
the replacement until after school before he shouldered his bag and ran down
the stairs.
There, he found a charred, steaming pan and what looked to be the remains of
some kind of meat resting in the sink, looking like a completely innocent
victim to a heinous crime. This could only mean one thing.
"Your father was trying to cook you steak and eggs for breakfast before he got
distracted polishing his prized eye," stated Josie, and a keen observer might
have notice the slight roll of her eyes with the subtly that only a mother
could possess.
She was of course referring to the eye the Commander had plucked from the
oversized robot that attacked on Will's first day of school. So far, the man
had been carrying it from room to room with him, until Josie put her foot down
when he tried to place it at the dinner table in its own chair. Thus, the poor
neglected ocular device was banished to the living room, where it rested on a
pillow on the coffee table.
“The boy needs more protein, Josie! He needs to bulk up with all that
strength,” came the call from the living room, and even from the kitchen, Will
could see the reflection of his father’s warm and proud gaze in the robotic
eye.
Shaking his head, Will gratefully accepted the plate of eggs and bacon from his
mother. Though happy to be spared from his father’s atrocious cooking, he
couldn’t help but bask in the great affection that came from gaining his
powers.
After scooping some food into his mouth with the voracious appetite only a
teenage boy could muster, he dropped his dishes in the sink, and planted a
quick kiss on his mother’s cheek. While passing his father on the way to the
door, he gave an affectionate slug to the older Stronghold’s arm. That now
produced a slight wince when it used to just make his father grin. However, the
smile was even bigger these days.
As Steve and Josie both moved to watch Will walk to the bus with warm gazes,
Steve slid his arm around his wife’s waist.
“He’s growing up so fast.”
                               -Subliminal Heat-
Will just managed to make it to the bus stop before the doors closed. He was
greeted by the customary “Good morning, Will!” from Ron Wilson, bus driver,
before traveling back to grab a seat with his group of friends, only to find
them in an intense debate about an environmental issue, led, of course,by
Layla.
“Regardless of the benefits of extra lumber, there is absolutely no use in
cutting down trees, as they produce most of the oxygen-“
“Well, Layla,” Ethan began, “Most oxygen in the world is actually produced by
the ocean, so that argument against deforestation is completely illogical.”
Will sighed as he watched his childhood friend’s cheeks glow red, either by
anger or embarrassment, he didn’t know.
“Still… it’s just… the animals still need help and we need to help them!”
Magenta smiled cruelly before adding a small, “Why?”
The debate continued along those lines for a majority of the ride as Ethan and
Magenta continued to ruthlessly back the poor hippie into a proverbial corner.
Will felt bad, but he knew like...nothing about deforestation and all that, so
he didn’t think he would be much help to his childhood friend. It didn’t much
help that even with his earphones in, he could feel Layla’s miffed stare fall
on him every now and again until the school finally came into sight from
between the clouds.” And with that, the wise Stronghold decided to push in his
ear buds and turn up his music. He avoided Layla’s angered gaze by plainly
staring out the window until jostled by the bus’ arrival at the majestic Sky
High.
                               -Subliminal Heat-
The day could not pass fast enough for the young Ms. Grayson. Upon finally
arriving back home, the technopath  hurried to her lair, hoping to not alert
the irritating clown of her arrival. She changed into her costume, feeling even
more powerful and maniacal in the cool metal. Quickly, she unloaded her neat
notes, and set to work gathering the materials needed to build her ultimate
success.
“Oh dear~! I hear you’re home!”
Muttering a curse, Gwen pretended to not hear Stitches.
“So what is our evil plan this time?”
“This is MY plan, you doof,” snapped the apple of the clown’s eyes, before
continuing, “it’s a bomb-“
“Oh my, how simplistically sadistic, destroy the Commander’s only living son
and cause him complete misery, the likes of which he has never know!”
interrupted Stitches before his outrageous cackling echoed off the stone walls.
“If you do not stop talking, I will gag you with your own foot!” came the
angered replied, voice gaining volume with each spoken word.
“My plan is absolute brilliance.” she continued, refocusing with a glossy sneer
“I will construct a remote controlled system to plant in the air ducts of the
school, This will release a pheromone that will result in the male population
turning into mindless, hormonally ridden animals. And with that, the baby
Stronghold will do absolutely anything for me, including killing his own
parents. They won’t even be able to fight back, seeing as its their precious
baby boy. With him, one of the most promising young supers of his generation, I
can rule the school!”
“But… if this device will only affect males, won’t the principal think
something odd is happening?”
“Do you think me an idiot, Stitches? NO! There will be a slow release over 50
days, resulting in subtle changes in the male minds. With the males so…
aggressive, they will distract the females as well, and my complete take over
will be achieved! In 7 weeks, William Stronghold will be my puppet and I will
finally have my revenge.”
 
***** Week 1: Let the Games Begin *****
Chapter Notes
     Hello there!
     Wow, I'd like to thank everyone for their support for this story!
     Chapter 3 should be out hopefully by the end of the year. Both the
     Madame and myself are super busy with school, but we will finish
     this!
In the dark of the night, the campus of Sky High was normally quite empty. The
cold air of the high altitude often left the campus with a large amount of dew
sprinkled over the terrain, giving it an eerie feel of complete silence. None
of the lab animals were scurrying, not even a mou-
"Fucking hell!"
“Ow, shit!”
This rift in the normal atmosphere came from the two future villains in the
hallway. The profanity occurred when Speed, attempting to read a blueprint of
the air duct system was startled by what he thought was a movement. This caused
his feet to tumble and crash into Lash, whom was stretched out against a locker
while trying to remove the cover of the air duct.
“What the hell, man?” Exclaimed the flexible young man, angered by his
companion
“I thought I saw a shadow! This place is so creepy at night," whimpered the
more compact male, glaring suspiciously side to side, as if a shadow might pop
out to eat him.
“Dude, just shut up and tell me where I should put it," sighed Lash, wanting
nothing more than to just go back to sleep.
“Okay, so from here… just… um… turn right on the second turn and then left…”
Dash held up the map, turning it side to side and squinting in the dull
moonlight.
“There is no left turn! It only goes right!” Grunted the flexor as his arms
winded through the cool metal, trying to peer over the shoulder of the
speedster.
“Oh um… your other left then..”
“Do you even know how to read a map?!”
“Of course I do, it’s just… confusing.”
“That’s because it’s upside down, you dumbass!"
“Hey, don’t talk to me like that, you skinny ass freak!"
Right after that statement, footsteps sounded down the hallway.
“Fuck, fuck, someone’s coming!"
Thinking quickly, Lash yanked himself into the slim air duct and pulled Speed
with him. The only issue in this is that said duct was about three inches
smaller than Speed’s voluptuous body. This left him sticking out from the waist
up, bare to whoever would be walking down the hallway.
“Dude, get your ass out of my face!” Whined Lash, trying to get the offending
buttocks out of his view.
“Shut up, it’s not my fault I’m big-boned! Just get me in!”
“I can’t, you’re fucking stuck!” he whispered frantically, pulling at the
bigger teen’s legs.
“Someone’s coming!” Speed whispered harshly, trying to squirm his way in.
The bickering ended abruptly as they saw a shadow creep closer down the
adjacent hallway. Luckily for our two bumbling idiots, this shadow was in fact,
Bob, the resident janitor. While he was one hell of a cleaner, he didn’t make
the best watchdog for the school due to his poor eyesight.
Bob had spotted a piece of trash in front of the lockers the two dumbasses were
currently struggling to hide against. Walking over, he bent to pick it up,
muttering about “damned kids” before stalking back to his cart. Once he
continued back down the hallway, Lash and Dash released a collective sigh of
relief.
"That was way too fucking close man, you need to lose some fucking weight” Lash
growled, shoving at the bigger teen to get him out of the way.
"I told you! I’m just big-boned, I can't help it!”
Lash gave a harsh shove, that sent Dash toppling out of the duct.
 
                               -Subliminal Heat-
                                        
“Okay, so the...um, the-the cells of a shapeshifter displace themselves,
allowing the bones to reset.”
“No, the synovial joints are widened before birth, and thus allow a greater
range of motion for shifting,” Gwen patiently guided. She had managed to worm
her way into being Will’s tutor for Superhuman Anatomy. Currently, she had the
little brawn holed up in his room after a pleasant dinner with his parents.
Though it was difficult to disguise her hatred, she succeed in making them like
her.
“I-I’m sorry, Gwen, I’m just not getting this… It’s all like Latin to me!”
exclaimed the young Stronghold, staring pitifully at his tutor. The words on
the page all blended together for the poor boy, and he just found himself lucky
to have such a pretty lady as a tutor.
“It’s fine, Will. Everybody learns at a different rate. Now, when a super can
only shift to a certain form, their cells are limited in the way in which they
can divide.” She gently touched his arm in a comforting gesture.Though the
technopath had the facade of the patience of a saint, mentally she was ready to
beat him with the textbook. How is it possible for someone to be this stupid?!
He’s the child of some of the supposedly greatest supers and he can’t even
grasp basic super anatomy!
Gathering herself, Gwen decided to make her move after hours of repeating the
same stuff, and decided she wasn’t getting any younger again. She leaned in to
the young Stronghold, supposedly to point out the diagram in the shiny
textbook. Any outside observer would notice the brush of her chest against
Will's arm, and would easily note the motion as subtle as a train wreck.
Will awkwardly shifted away, leaving Gwen hanging on the desk. A soft blush
dusted his round cheeks, and only bolstered the young female's confidence.
Ah. He's just a bit shy. Nothing a little kiss can’t fix.
She shifted her chair closer to the boy. Of course didn’t plan to tip the boy
over the edge, but just to plant the seedling in his head.
"Okay, well, what bones do the clavicles connect?" Questioned Gwen, knowing the
younger super would answer incorrectly.
"Well, um, the.... What's the clavicle again?"
With a smirk in which she thought looked like pure sin, but instead appeared to
be constipation, the older of the two slid her hand along the boy's collarbone.
"This is your clavicle. And this," she paused as she traced a path around the
boys prominent shoulder blade, "is your scapula."
The brawn gulped slightly at the close proximity of the girl of his dreams.
She...she's touching me!
Feigning appreciation of his body, Gwen drew her lip behind her teeth, looking
like a beaver in heat as she smoothed her finger back over the clavicle of the
slightly muscled young man. Upon reaching the dip in the center, she dug her
nail lightly into the collar of his shirt and tugged it down until it rested on
the bony protuberance.
" The clavicle connects the scapula to the sternum," she leaned in closer,
resting her mouth against his ear.
From her finger's position, she could feel Will's racing pulse. The young man
couldn't believe his position! Oh my gosh. The prettiest girl in school is
touching me! Oh, oh golly, what do I do? Just play it cool? However, what Will
thought were butterflies in the pit of his stomach turned out to be a
subconscious disgust.The reason behind the disgust wouldn’t have been easy to
figure out even if he had been aware of it, because its origin was from
something decisively foreign to his body.
The Stronghold gripped the seat of the chair beneath him, palms sweating. Gwen
slowly moved her lips closer to his as her hand sank to rest on his pectoral.
Will was frozen in shock. This cannot be happening.
The technopath merely smirked at the brawn who seemed to be giving his best
impression of a deer caught in the headlights of an oncoming big rig. Leaning
in, she nearly swallowed the boy's lips in her own. This created a messy kiss
usually only found in pornos, with too much tongue and left the viewer wanting
to take a shower. Will grimaced without knowing why, physically unpleasant
sensations aside, this was Gwen Grayson after all!
Slimy and uncomfortable were the first words that came to his mind, though he
tried to push them away and enjoy the sensation. He felt her over-glossed lips
part and a tongue shoved past his lips unexpectedly. Teeth clacked and her
tongue seemed determined in tap dancing against his gums unpleasantly. Is this
what kissing's like?
"Will! It's a school night, you should be getting to bed!" Called Josie from
downstairs.
The aforementioned Stronghold snapped out of his shocked and quickly scrambled
away from the other teen. He quickly stood up and straightened out his shirt.
Gwen stood and glanced over the boy’s flushed face and decided that was enough
for tonight.
"Yeah, um, it's getting late. Do you want me to walk you home?" He questioned
with an added gulp. Sweet boy, doesn’t even know what’s going on.
"Oh no, I can just drive myself home," she stated as she made her way down the
stairs with Will trailing behind her. She called out her goodbyes to Will's
parents as the young boy opened the door for her.
"See you tomorrow, Will," Gwen smiled and pecked his cheek before he could
react and calmly strutted to her minivan, trying to add an extra sway to her
hips in hopes of bringing the young male's attention to her assets. As soon as
she saw the front door close, she threw her head back against the headrest and
groaned, before she wiped her hand hastily across her face, not caring about
her ruined makeup.
She promptly rolled down her window and spit unattractively out of it before
speeding off into the night.
                                        
                               -Subliminal Heat-
                                        
Sighing, Will leaned against the front door and caught his breath.That... was
weird. As he made his way up the stairs to resume his studies, he suddenly felt
as if he had been punched in the stomach. Will quickly rushed to the bathroom
and slid in front of his toilet before proceeding to empty his abdomen of the
pot roast his mother had made for dinner.
Once finished, he closed his eyes and rested his head against the top of the
toilet as panted. It was just then he contemplated what just happened. I just
got a kiss. From Gwen Grayson! I... think it felt good. I mean, I don't have
anything to compare it to, really.
Shaking off the unpleasantness under the justification of nerves, Will walked
over the the sink and rinsed out his mouth before he had a revelation. It was
around a mouth full of Listerine that he grinned a stupid grin, causing him to
look like the world's most excited chipmunk. I just had my first kiss! With
Gwen Grayson!

                               -Subliminal Heat-
 
It was yet another boring Friday for the young Will Stronghold who was half
asleep with his jaw delicately propped in his palm. Superhuman Biology was
going to be the death of him, he was sure of it. Every now and again, his mind
would wander off to his study date (date!) with Gwen, before desperately trying
to snap back to the teacher. He didn’t want to inconvenience his tutor anymore
than he had to.
"Now naturally, every superhuman is different, and based on their powers, their
physiology accordingly changes. For example-" the instructor drawled on,
obviously the only person in the room interested in the subject matter.
Will gave a tiny yawn, as he was far more interested in his plans for the
weekend. Once again, Layla had been trying to drag him out for Chinese food at
some restaurant called the Paper Chopstick or some other such nonsense. He
didn’t even like Chinese food, why did she keep insisting? That Warren guy
looked Chinese, in a mysterious foreign kind of way if he really thought about
it, it might even be a little hot..., was that a spit-ball stuck to the back of
the professor's head? Will felt a tiny giggle bubble in his throat, which he
quickly tried to cover as a cough. Wait… he started violently, as if shocked,
resulting in a thump as his binder was knocked to the floor. What was that
about Warren? He should be thinking about Gwen!
"Technopaths are also quite fascinating. You see, not terribly much is known
about them still, but the mainly accepted theory is that they are able to warp
the local fabric of space-time in order to pathologically manipulate the
substances that- Yes, Mr. Stronghold? Thank you for waking the class with your
disruption, perhaps you’d like to retrieve your materials from my floor."
Will’s big blue eyes widened as he felt the class’ attention shift to him, the
crash of his binder and the horror of his prior thoughts still echoing in his
ears. He cleared his throat and nodded his head timidly before trying to get
off his lab stool to retrieve his binder as subtly as possible. He could have
sworn he heard an appreciative huff as he straightened from bending over, but
that was probably just his imagination...that one six-armed kid totally wasn’t
staring at him. There was a low-key hum that seemed to reverberate at the base
of his stomach as he heard another low grunt...this one certainly not his
imagination.
He peaked over his shoulder under the pretense of checking the time to find
that ...uh yeah...Six-Arms was staring. A stronger thrum, almost a tingle took
over his core as he turned front again, blushing a little. What the heck is
that look for? All I did was drop my binder...ah jeez, don’t tell me other guys
are looking to fight me now?
The young super could feel a headache come on as the tingling faded, great. His
first week at high school and he had made two enemies…he bet his dad never had
these problems.
 
                               -Subliminal Heat-
 
Saturday night found the young Warren Peace entering the local dive bar. Of
course he was underage, but the establishment had larger concerns than checking
ID's, such as the brawl breaking out at the pool tables. While not an
especially odd occurrence, the crowds could often get quite rowdy and break
cues during the weekends. It is also quite prudent to note that our own Mr.
Peace may occasionally be involved in these incidences.
Warren established his perch on a well-worn stool and nodded to the bartender.
The young man felt tense despite a rather uneventful week. No one had picked a
fight with him, not even young Stronghold, who seemed to be fond of throwing
his lunch on Warren. Little fucker wants to hide behind that goodie-goodie
image, he growled faintly in the pits of his mind as he glared around at the
seedy occupants further down the bar.
And with that thought came the infernal itch that had become quite familiar in
the past week. He wasn't quite sure if it was the urge to brawl or screw, but
he intended to find out one way or another. However, his mother was still
displeased with his last cafeteria-smashing, wall-destroying blowout that had
resulted in a call home. As he nursed an atrociously warm beer, he mused that
being arrested for a bar fight as a minor might not put him in his mother's
good graces again.
Glancing around the grimy hole, he found exactly what he was looking for. A
young man, college-aged, Warren decided, was seated further down the bar. While
he typically prefered younger partners, older ones weren't just discovering
themselves. They knew the game, and typically didn't want him to stay till the
morning.
The guy wasn't bad looking, not by any standards. Warren took in the dark hair
and frame smaller than his, but not quite scrawny. Standing up, the young pyro
stalked over to the young man and straddled the chair next to him.
"Hey."
"Hi," the young man responded and glanced over, slightly curious before downing
a shot.
"My name is Rog-"
"Shut up."
 
                               -Subliminal Heat-
 
"Oh, oh fuck!" cried out the male riding our pyro. His cock bounced obscenely
as he was lifted and then harshly pulled down by the large hands on his hips.
Warren merely grunted while closing his eyes, feeling his impending orgasm.
Speeding up, he could feel his inner fire burning through his chest, raging
through every artery and capillary. The young man straddling him called out,
gripping Warren's shoulders for any sense of balance, as the younger one kept
thrusting. The larger one released what could only be described as a primal
growl upon his release, before the other collapsed on his chest.
Upon closer inspection, Warren could easily admit that the older man was
definitely attractive. The moonlight shone on the spent body, making him appear
much younger. The shaggy sex-mused hair fit his small face well, and when he
opened his eyes, they revealed an ocean blue. He looked familiar in a way
Warren couldn't quite place, but the look of the sex-spent man sent another
shiver through the pyro's body.
"Hey babe, you were pretty good,” he traced a thin finger down Warren’s chest.
“You feel like you could go for a second round," the blackett purred.
Upon those words, the image was shattered in Warren's mind. As if on reflex, he
pulled his now flaccid cock out and shoved the other's body off his own,
getting himself up from the bed. He slid off the condom with practiced ease and
threw it in the trash before locating his clothes.
"What's wrong? Was it not good for you? Come on back, I'll make it better,"
crowed the now recovered male from underneath the sheets, propping himself
against the headboard.
Completely ignoring his previous partner, the pyro yanked his jeans and boots
on, forgoing the boxers.
"You're welcome back any time. A bit rougher than my usual taste, but still
fucking gre-" the slam of the door punctuate the second time Warren interrupted
him that night. The blackett snorted to himself and flopped back in the bed, a
thin arm coming up to hang over his suddenly heavy eyes.
"Damn, and I never even got his name,” he huffed after a moment of silence when
he realized his partner really wasn’t coming back.
***** Week 2: The Tingles *****
Chapter Notes
     Hehe... hi guys? It's Puma. I know it's been a while... but here's a
     new chapter! Real life has been kicking the Madam and I in the ass
     lately but we're rolling through. On a positive note, Chapter 4 is
     already in the works AND we have an AU two-shot on the way!
     Now, the Madam would like me to note that we aren't mean to Gwen
     because she interferes with our ship. We do it because it's fun and
     easy to be mean to her. So with that note, enjoy!
Tuesday morning found Will scrambling down the busy hallway, trying to dodge
upperclassmen and the occasional flying projectile. He ducked, just dodging the
pair of swinging arms belonging to an emphatic girl. He could hardly
distinguish where all the body parts ended and began in the sea of people. Will
just barely managed to make his way to his locker, and somehow was able to spin
his combo into the lock.
As he was leaning into his locker, he smelled the most wonderful scent his nose
ever had the grace of sniffing. However, it wasn’t the smell of a feminine
perfume. It was warm and heady and pure man. A shiver worked its way down the
small boy’s spine and set his nerves on fire. A peculiar warmth filled his
belly and set an odd sensation through his muscles.The smell emptied his mind
of any thoughts of what books he needed to get or which class he had next.
The young Stronghold was soon jarred out of his daze. Something had crashed
into the young brawn's back, sending his face into the cold metal of the
locker. Will quickly averted his big blue eyes to search the hallway and
apologize for getting in the way.
However, his eyes only fell on a leather jacket and long black hair. Warren.
Gosh, he could be such a jerk sometimes. But he did smell really good... A
small smile crept to his face unknowingly before the bell sent him scurrying to
his class.
His heart dropped though, when he saw students clambering around the entrance
of the gym. This could only mean one thing...
 
                               -Subliminal Heat-
 
Save the Citizen, the most sought after and anticipated event in all of the
super-high school P.E. classes. All the gym students gathered to witness the
infamous and undefeated dynamic duo face off against their new ‘would-be
rivals’ and subsequently, their latest victims. The air was heavy with
something undefinable and the tension was palatable among the students (well,
the male students). Will had dreaded coming out of the locker room, just
knowing he would be a target. Did all the classes really have to be combined
for this?! The young Stronghold tried to lay low and crept up the bleachers to
his friends, hoping to hide out until the end of the period. He settled just as
the buzzer sounded, signaling the defeat of two more supers by Lash and Speed. 
"Ramirez! Hamilton! You citizen has just been mulched because you failed to
defeat your villains. Alright, next round. Speed, Lash, you want to be heroes
or villains?"
"Villians!" Speed easily answered, grinning as he sized up potential
competition.
"What a surprise," quipped Coach Boomer, "Alright, who do you want to beat
next?"
"Alright, we'll take little Stronghold..." Speed led off, looking for the boy
in the crowd. Will had been confident after a brief pause that he had been
undiscovered and could avoid the game before Magenta sadistically pushed him
into the aisle of the bleacher. She gave him a wicked grin as he glared at her.
He resigned himself to his fate as he begrudgingly climbed down to the floor.
Lash perused the crowd for someone that would make Will's life more difficult
before seeing the perfect choice brooding on the bleachers.
"And we pick Peace!"
Oh no....
Will looked around nervously as he suited up on the sidelines, trying his
hardest to not look at the human furnace similarly occupied at his side.
The little brunette stifled a shudder when the pyro flipped his hair back,
sending a wave of physical heat rushing over the smaller boy’s face. He
swallowed as those burning eyes caught him staring and quickly looked away,
feeling the tingling settle embarrassingly low in his abdomen. Unconsciously he
squeezed his knees together as Warren stood to full height, his eyes still
burning into the back of the poor boy’s neck.
There was that look again! Oh god, why did it have to be Warren Peace he was
partnered with? Why, why? Sure they had had a rough start, but ever since the
Monday after their detention a few weeks ago, Warren had been glaring with
increasing aggression. Will was half afraid he might have to take up a
restraining order or something. Warren was pretty dangerous, wasn’t he? Will
still had a bit of singed skin to prove it…what if the hot-head snapped? He
didn’t think super strength would do much against the searing flames of
Warren’s scorn.
“Stronghold-,” the deep growl was a lot closer than he had expected, so
whipping around brought him almost chest to chest with the pyrokinetic. He
tried to hold in a squeak as those eyes sent flames down his spine, they were
so intense, a-and…so close! What was with that look, that intensity? And why
was it so hot in here? This didn’t exactly feel like the usual run-of-the-mill
fear response.
But whatever Warren had been about to say was interrupted by Boomer’s whistle
to get their attention. Lash and Speed were leering at them from across the
court and the audience was rumbling lowly with that strange energy. Will felt
completely unprepared and expose. His mind was racing and his body was doing
that tingling again because Warren was still right behind him, breathing down
his neck. Boomer was yelling some instructions which Will probably should have
been listening to; especially considering he had no idea how to really play
this ‘game’, but then the whistle was sounded again and Speed and Lash were
off.
The two villains nodded at each other before Lash stretched himself to spring
Dash as if he were a pinball. The chubby male then sprung against first Warren
and then ricochet off the wall into the young Stronghold. Growling, Warren
pushed himself off the collapsed bench and stalked towards the speedster,
hurling flames along the way.
Lash quickly took after Will, stretching his arms to capture the smaller male.
Will struggled to get free of the hold, but was harshly yanked and forced
against Lash’s chest. The young brawn groaned in confusion, which may have
sounded closer to a whimper to a more focused ear. The hold he was trapped in
felt unusual. Not like the friendly rough housing he and his father did. No, it
was something… darker. More stifling. Hands harshly gripped his sides, keeping
him locked against the body not much larger than his own. Not like…
Warren stuck his foot out to trip Dash in a movement that would have been
comical had the air not been tinged with an almost palpable aggression. The
runner stumbled over the pyro’s foot, and fell on his face just long enough for
Warren to pounce and throw his weight onto the shorter male. The boy below him
struggle wildly as the aggravated male blindly drove his fist repeatedly into
the giving flesh of Dash’s back. Once the male stopped squirming, Warren picked
him up and pushed him under the bench, before conjuring flames to melt the
metal into a steel cage to contain the speedster.
The pyrokinetic glanced around as the outside world filled into his tunnel
vision. The ‘citizen’ had a minute before the claws tore ‘her’ to shreds. Where
is Stronghold? When he heard a strangled cry, his head whipped to the source.
There was the brawn pinned beneath Lash with the elder’s hands around his
throat.
With a startling growl and flaming arms, Warren was across the court and
ripping the stretcher off of Will, who fell to the floor gasping from the choke
hold. The two larger teens were on the ground quite suddenly, and the crowd was
hollering deafeningly as Warren landed on top, ripping viciously at Lash’s hair
and neck. The stretcher was trying to get his arms out from under the pyro’s
legs, but a deafening crack to the skull from Warren’s inflamed fist had him
lying still.
Will gasped raggedly, trying to see though his fogged vision, noticing vaguely
that Warren was now standing up a few feet away from him. He could tell the
bigger teen was looking down at him, and that growling was back, rumbling deep
in his chest. Stronghold’s body seized as Warren stalked closer, his senses
abandoning him even as his vision cleared. There were whistles being blown in
the background as the coach realized Lash wasn’t conscious, lying as still as
the ‘citizen’ a few feet away. The deafening sound from the crowd as they
realized something wasn’t right was a muted roar in Will’s ears as his eyes met
Warren’s.Flames danced visibly from his dark gaze and he had yet to power down
even as his stalking brought him nearly on top of the boy half-sprawled on the
gymnasium floor.
“W-Warren?” he managed to choke out, but it hurt too much to speak, even as he
wanted to beg for mercy. He could feel the… (anger?) rolling in waves off of
the pyro, and he knew if he didn’t get away, something was seriously going to
go down. Powerful knees landed on either side of his hips, and his spine dipped
back as Warren leaned over him, the expression on his face as dark as his hair.
Will fought the instinct (the instinct? Well no, that’s definitely what it
seemed to be) to flop onto his back and raise his arms over his head in a sign
of…of something. He lost the chance to choose when impossibly hot hands seized
his wrists and toppled him back, pinning them crossed above his head. Will let
out a small whimper and turned his face away, crying out as the flames seared
his wrists. Warren’s growling was all he could hear now, and those eyes had
trapped him like prey-
 
                               -Subliminal Heat-
 
Fuck
That was the one thought that continuously crossed the mind of our young pyro.
He dragged his hands down his face before sliding them back through his long
hair. Since yesterday, people had been staring at him like he was... well, like
an animal.
After incapacitating the two idiots during Save the Citizen, he had somehow
ended up with the small Stronghold beneath him. All he could remember was
feeling the urge to protect the brawn. He hadn't even been thinking when he had
pinned the boy beneath him. Of course, Warren simply attributed this to his
overly aggressive nature. It was only when the buzzer sounded that he came to
his senses that he shoved himself off the baby Stronghold and stalked to the
locker room, ignoring the commotion of the crowd as the doll fell into the
shredder, its infuriating cries for help finally silenced. 
At first, he had tried to just forget about it, but he kept thinking about the
brawn beneath him, completely flushed and gasping for breath. The whispers in
the hallway hadn't helped, and there seemed to be a mixed response of lingering
gazes and sneers. Of course, some had thought his straddling of the small brawn
sexually, and couldn’t be bothered to be mature enough to think of it as sport.
It dated back to the Romans, for fuck’s sake. Some must not like fags, Warren
decided. While he had never been terribly open about himself, more or less
about his sexuality, it was no secret that he had taken a select few males of
the school to bed. He didn't care about the school's general tolerance or lack
there off, considering no one would ever considering saying anything to him.
However, recently sex hadn't been very satisfying for him. No matter how many
times he came, there was still an itch that he just couldn't scratch. While he
didn't consider himself to especially have a "type," none of his partners
seemed to be right for what he wanted. He then thought back to his Saturday
night affair. Sure, that guy was attractive, but he wanted someone he could
dominate, someone he could teach the ways of carnal pleasure. Someone...
innocent. For a brief second, that guy, Roger, who had insisted on at least
Warren knowing his name, looked so much younger, like someone he knew. Kinda
like Stronghold.
Ugh, that kid is so helpless, the pyro internalized. Sure, he was super strong,
but he was still so tiny. Didn't he notice that Lash kid was had been looking
at him like he was a fucking piece of meat? He's just so weak. Doesn't he
realize that had Warren not been on his side, he would've been crushed?! Shit,
he should be kissing my boots. And that's when it finally clicked for the young
man. Of course, Warren mentally kicked himself for not realized it sooner.
The young man leaned back in his seat, a self-satisfied smirk on his face.
That's why sex didn't help. He needed to beat the shit out of the little
Stronghold.
 
 
                               -Subliminal Heat-
 
Will was scurrying the length of his room in a desperate attempt to get it at
least halfway decent looking, bending down every so often to pick up discarded
clothes and miscellaneous papers and magazines. He had a study date -another
one, that makes two! with Gwen Grayson. She was coming to his house tonight to
try to help him understand his ever more difficult super-anatomy and special
chemistry classes, and it had even been she who had suggested it in the first
place. Will though he was about close to fainting when the senior had
approached him yesterday after school to (again) arrange a meeting.
He shuttered mildly as memories of their last study date came to mind, and with
a twinge of nausea kindly reminded him how he had unfortunately also gotten a
little sick that night. But that wouldn't happen this time! He'd try to make it
go better.
Although if he were perfectly honest with himself, that nauseous feeling had
popped up more than once when he was around Gwen at school, though it was
usually coupled with a slightly more pleasant shiver. And all of those feelings
were still completely different from these others that had begun to plague
him.The little brawn couldn't put his finger on what was so different between
the sensation of feeling jittery when taking to Gwen and those other feelings
which riled him in a completely different way, but there was definitely
something there.
He wasn't quite sure what had been up with him lately, sure Gwen still gave him
the shivers -she was the prettiest girl in school after all, right? -but lately
he had begun to feel a deep settled something in his stomach, something that
sent different kinds of shivers down his spine. Walking the halls of school now
he always felt a bit hazy and spaced out, especially around larger groups of
students. It could be quite distracting, and the weird feeling he couldn't name
would only get worse during his physical education classes, making them even
more unbearable than they already were! Who wants to spend an hour with Warren
the Warhead staring liquid molten hate at you from across a room full of people
while you stumble around because you’re so disoriented for some reason?
The young super sighed as he paused in his frantic cleaning for a moment,
wondering if the hazy feeling wasn't something he should tell someone about or
not.
After that game of Save the Citizen, Will had been all shaken up and the new
feelings had gotten worse. And he’d also been thinking about Warren.
A lot.
The sudden influx of these weird, seemingly out of the blue thoughts, in
combination with that weird low burning in his stomach was honestly starting to
make the young super a little nervous and confused, especially because the
feelings these new thoughts created within him were even more shiver inducing
and confusing than all the others.
Will felt himself blush as he shoved some dirty clothes in his hamper, those
‘new’ thoughts suddenly crashing upon him. And before he knew it there was a
burning image in his head of the way Warren’s jaw had looked that afternoon in
the school courtyard after class.
He had been sitting in his usual spot, reading from a little book with a dark
cover and absently smoking a cigarette. Will felt that thrilling shudder up his
spine as he recalled how square and strong the cast of the light had made that
jaw look. He remembered hiding a little out of site, books clutched to his
chest, trying to work out what the sudden intense heat in his stomach was. And
most of all he remembered when that dark gaze had lifted and locked right on to
him, almost as if Warren had known right where he was. He'd felt himself gasp
breathily as that heavy heated gaze pierced right through him, sending a shock
wave through his senses and making him duck back behind the wall again, heart
racing and lips bitten against the burning and itching heat enveloping him.
With a sudden start he heard his mother calling his name from downstairs, and
he felt his heart leap again as she announced the arrival of his pretty tutor.
He looked around the room in a last desperate sweep and hoped it was acceptably
clean before he jumped slightly at the sound of feet on the stairs.
“Hello?” He heard outside his door right before Gwen came into view, and he
laughed nervously as she finally stepped inside, sashaying to the chair next to
the young Stronghold. 
“Hey, um...hi.” Will tried to fight the blush creeping onto his cheeks as Gwen
chuckled at him, her eyes glinting oddly and her lips quirked in a cat like
smirk. He felt another weird shiver down his spine and was suddenly distinctly
uncomfortable.
He haltingly offered her a chair at his desk and internally tried to shoo those
weird misgivings. This was Gwen Grayson! And she was definitely one of the
prettiest girls he had ever seen!
He sat next to her with a nervous swallow and tried to listen as she pulled out
her books and notes, scooted very close to him, and began helping him through
his homework.
                               -Subliminal Heat-
Gwen continued to try to gauge the young super at her side, who was currently
trying his best to work through the complicated practice problems she had just
outlined for him, for the third time.
Glancing from the side of her sharp eyes revealed that while the boy was
certainly showing signs of nervousness, the arousal she had anticipated didn't
seem to be quiet there. 
She bit back a sharp reprimand when the boy failed again to understand what
they were going through, and instead focused on manipulating the situation into
a useful direction. This began by her subtly leaning closer, and deliberately
flicking her hair over her shoulder, hoping to send a wave of the scent of her
shampoo to entice the boy. Going slow may prove more lucrative with this
virginal boy, if last time’s experience was anything to go by he seemed rather
embarrassed, but certainly affected.
His nose crinkled slightly, but that could have been from his desperate
concentration, Gwen convinced herself before Will abruptly sneezed, ending her
delusion. She felt herself unable to hide a grimace at the bodily function. It
didn't help that the boy wouldn't even so much as glance at her. Time wore on
into their ‘study date’ and she was starting to get furious with the boy’s lack
of attention to her -her plan was already falling behind schedule, and she
didn't have time for this foolish boy’s infuriating obliviousness.
With a purposeful throat clearing, she decided to simply skip the pretenses -
the boy way too damn dense to ever pick up on subtle signs -and placed a hand
boldly on his mid-thigh. She felt the young Stronghold tense and repressed a
smirk as she lightly traced her fingernails along the inseam of his blue jeans,
keeping her eyes leveled on his face in anticipation of his eyes darting to
her, which they did with a look of great shock.
Like a deer in the headlights. She watched him predatorily before weaving her
other hand into the hair at the back of his neck and tugging him (a little
harshly) toward her. She did it so fast that the boy had hardly let out a
confused whimper at the pull to his sensitive hair before her tongue awkwardly
collided with his in the boy's mouth. Her hand gripped his thigh a bit more
roughly as he gave a start and began to squirm, her nails digging into the
jeans. Gwen was sure that once he got over the shock of her sudden move and
finally got with the program the young super would kiss her back, and she'd be
in.
But instead she suddenly found her hands empty and a small gust of movement as
the boy easily tore himself out of her grip, although the momentum had carried
him into an awkward position vaguely reminiscent of yoga on the other side of
his chair. She stared at him in disbelief as the boy cast wide and fearful eyes
at her, though judging by the quickly and immensely confused expression he was
forming, the boy was very, very lost.
“Will? What's wrong?” She tried to sound placating and innocently confused but
instead coming off like she was a wolf trying to con a doe. She attempted to
smother the simmering rage at yet another thwarted attempt to forward her
plans. 
“S-sorry! Oh gosh I'm so sorry, I really don't know why I did that!” He was
babbling at her, suddenly looking terrified that he might have hurt her
feelings. “It's not you! I-it's just...i-it's just…” He was trailing off and
she waiting in disbelief as he suddenly became lost in his thoughts, a
hopelessly confused look on his face. She felt that rage boiling over as he
refused to look at her and stood with a suddenness that startled the brawn
still sitting on the floor.
“Don't worry Will,” she tried to rectify her sudden and aggressive move with a
honeyed tone. “It's normal to be nervous, but I really think I could show you
some things if you’d let me...” She gave him a coy smile and faltered slightly
at the same seemingly discontent wrinkle of his nose. She waited for a reply
but the boy was standing up frantically as though had he just realized how
ridiculous he looked.
The boy stood by the desk with a hand behind his neck and suddenly he was
blushing, but her sharp eyes looked closer and his expression was more sheepish
than aroused at what she'd said. His embarrassment was obvious and she was
beginning to see that tonight was a lost cause. With a sigh and razor glint in
her eyes, she turned again to face him, a fake smile again plastered on with
her jaw clenching tight as an alligator's.
“Maybe we should stop here for tonight?” He nodded and she internally grimaced
at his overly shy nature. She gathered her things and snuck a kiss to the cheek
in before she was trying to subtly stomp down the stairs and out of that god
forsaken red, white, and blue monster of a dwelling.
As her car door slammed she couldn't suppress an aggravated yowl, smacking her
steering wheel soundly at the sheer and utter stupidity of the situation. Will
Stronghold was a teenage boy, how much more incentive did he need? She waited
until her driving took her down the street a ways and not right in front of
their house, then tore off down the street in her mounting fury.
This wasn't over, that damned Stronghold boy would yield. And then they’d pay.
***** Week 3: It's Going to Be a Long Week *****
The showers of Sky High were fulfilling their duties, washing the sweat off the
bodies of young supers. One such shower head had the privilege of bathing
William Stronghold. Water ran down the deceptively soft body and crashed to the
ground as he raked his fingers through his hair and sighed, wondering idly if
he actually liked this new shampoo he’d been trying out. Recently, he had
become much more conscious of his appearance, and as such had decided to take a
more vested interest in the shampoos and conditioners his mom bought. He had
also been spending more time than usual fixing his hair, even preening when he
saw his reflection in a window, and he’d wanted to make sure to always smelled
pleasant. This grooming felt somehow natural and it was only when he caught
himself making these gestures that he had a slight moment of shock, followed by
internally reprimanded himself.  Stop acting like a girl! Gwen and Layla are
the ones that primp like this! Teenage boys certainly don’t! ...Do they?
 
He wasn’t altogether sure that this was normal for someone his age. He’d been
told that a lot of things would be changing now that he was well on his way
into puberty. And sure, he’d seen the older guys in the locker room with
various hair gels and body sprays after gym class. But was this level of
attention to one’s hair and the way clothes fit him really necessary? Will felt
he might be over-analysing it -but maybe he wasn’t worried enough either! What
was normal?! It seemed nothing of late was, and it often made the young
Stronghold feel more than self-conscious. And the recent drama-filled events of
his high school career really hadn’t helped with his aggravation and
discomfort.
 
Ever since the occurrence of Save the Citizen, Will had had a lot on his mind;
there was the horribly awkward study date with Gwen, the near constant leering
from almost any of the boys he met in the hall (and some of the girls too!),
and then there was the constant ghost feeling of being pinned to the gym floor
under all of that menacing heat as the icing on top of his anxiety cake. When
he wasn’t fretting about his appearance or wondering if someone was going to
shove him violently into a locker, memories of that day veritably consumed his
mind.
 
 After the small arena had been cleared, Lash taken to the infirmary, and Dash
set free from his melted metal cage, Coach Boomer hadn’t been able to calm down
the crowd. Each game that had followed after had merely turned into a bloodbath
as the crowd had seemed extremely riled up after watching Warren take down the
two champions. Will shuttered a new under the spray of the shower as he
remembered the feeling and roaring of the crowd while Coach had dragged Warren
off of him. It’d reminded him of what he thought the ancient gladiator
tournaments in Rome must have been like.
 
Rippling muscles, burning sunlight, the feeling of anticipation as the Warrior
brought his opponent to a bloody end. Will felt another jolt up his spine at
the thought of Warren fighting as viciously as he had that day; there had been
no mercy...and it’d been so hard to separate his feelings of terror and...and
of whatever had been buzzing in the crowd. It still made his head spin to think
of it.
 
The school now seemed to be humming with that same muted roar and there was
just… something palpable in the air. Will could not for the life of him think
of what it might be -only that he was certainly not immune to it. No one seemed
to be. There was an energy running rampant in the student body that just didn’t
seem to be normal. After all, even if it was a high school for superpowered
teens, whatever was going on seemed out of place even for this relatively
extraordinary environment. Then again, he was a freshman, so what did he know
about what was ‘normal’ in a place like this, let alone in a high school?
 
It had just been a really weird day, with Warren pinning him like that. Will
simply had no idea how to process it all. If he were being truly honest with
himself, in that moment, he’d felt like he was being scorched just by being so
close to the other male. The baby brawn had been engulfed by the bigger male’s
presence, enveloped in his scent, and his head had been basically wiped clean
of any rational thought at that point. All that he could really remember was
that burning weight on him, the look in Warren’s eyes, and his smoldering
scent, something indescribable but that was unquestionably burned into Will’s
brain. Will vaguely wondered what body wash Warren used.  I wouldn’t mind
smelling like him...he smells so mature, and powerful and…!
Abruptly shaking the thoughts from his head, he continued his scrub down with
an embarrassed sort of vigor. The array of emotions young Stronghold was
feeling felt like they were in the heavy spin cycle of a washer. The fear and
anxiety and confusion seemed to bleed into and tumble with what he slowly was
starting to recognize as something akin to passion inside the laundry room of
the brawn’s mind. Each day that passed now, Will felt less and less in control
of his thoughts and where they wandered. He seemed to always be remembering the
little instances like that where he and Warren had been close, and though it
often startled and embarrassed him, it’d been happening more and more
frequently.
 
He realized his mind had been wandering yet again, and so tried to focus his
thoughts on the here and now. He found that he could still feel his heart
beating rather fast from the physical activity, even after having done the cool
down exercises. Lately he’d noticed that it seems like his chest was always
heaving, his breathing a little harsher, and it was as though he continuously
felt hot. Thinking it must have something to do with not being fit enough for
the admittedly arduous gym regiment the Superhero class was subjected to, he
wondered if maybe he hadn’t gotten enough exercise during the summer. He’d
still (tried) to lift weights everyday despite his lack of powers! In any case,
it often seemed worse when he was in PE or the crowded hallways of the schools.
With all the bodies moving through such a narrow space, he supposed it was only
natural for there to be some heat. Ethan had recently mentioned something about
the school being up in the air and closer to the sun, making it on average much
hotter…the same way it was easier to get sunburnt on the top of a mountain
where there was less atmosphere between the solar radiation and one’s skin.
 
Sunlight, fire, the haze of summer...mmh, heat.  An absent sort of smile stole
across Will’s face as the phantom feeling of flames seem to envelop him. This
was not the sort of heat that came from sitting around a campfire with good
friends. No, it was the uncontrollable, untamable kind that builds up
underground before lava spews from a volcano. Warren was the epitome of that
kind of heat; explosive, all-consuming, inescapable. A monstrous power.
Whenever he looked at the pyro in passing, in class, out in the school’s
courtyards, Will’s body seemed to constantly be on fire. It wasn’t something
he’d really noticed too much until now. Despite the cold water pounding down on
his heated skin, Will felt that his body just wouldn’t calm down. His hands had
slid down his lean abdomen, and were now idly stroking the insides of his
prominent hips, little smooth motions of his finger tips gliding across his wet
skin. A small gasp of surprise escaped the boy’s lips when he came back to
reality and found that his fingers were wrapped around his fully hardened
shaft, gently pumping. His palm was warm, but his shaft was an absolutely
searing heat in his hand, and he felt his toes curl as he slumped over himself
in the shower stall. His cheeks burned tomato red as he remembered where he was
(in the locker rooms for Pete’s sake!) and struggled to get his hand off of
himself so that he could return to showering. After a few agonizing minutes of
carefully avoiding his pelvis and hoping that no one would wonder what was
taking him so long, the offending organ had still not softened.  Well…  he
thought to himself, staring ruefully down at the slender pink length curved
against his stomach,  I-I guess I can just wait here…?  I still have time I
think!
 
“Boys! Hurry it up, bell’s about to ring!” shouted Coach Boomer into the locker
room, making the Stronghold jump up and whimper in aggravation.  Nonono….
 
Biting the bullet, Will took a deep breath and reached for his towel, trying
desperately to hide his hard-on beneath it as he tied it held it around his
hips and shuffled to his locker, wanting to get some clothes on as quickly as
possible. He hurriedly spun his combination into the lock, and pulled down on
the lock. The metal came off completely in his hand. Sighing, he opened the
door to his clothes then spilling out. Startled, he stepped on a shirt that
twisted around his foot and caused him to lose his balance and slide forward.
Flinging his arm out to catch himself, the brawn’s towel dropped and his
hardened manhood popped up, considerably more proud and outgoing that its
owner, who wanted to crawl into a hole and die as he felt with a rush of horror
the cool air of the room between his legs. Of course, this feeling only
increased as the bang of boy on metal drew attention to him, with what felt
like hundreds of pairs of eyes suddenly trained on him. Then came the cat calls
and hooting. Barely even able thinking past his mortification, he bent down to
gather his things and throw his clothes on as quickly as possible, oblivious to
the fact that the cat calls weren’t exactly what one would expect from one
group of boys to another...or that nearly all of those eyes had fixed firmly on
his ass when he’d bent to retrieve his things.
 
 Is… Is this what being a super is like? The nurse said things would change
when I got this power but I didn’t expect this!  He scrambled from the room
trying to ignore the few pairs of hands that tugged at his clothes as he went,
and resolutely ignoring the burning feeling that those hands caused to race up
his spine. He could not believe that had just happened! What a horrible,
terribly, unfair way to start the week!
 
It’s going to be a long day.
 
-Subliminal Heat-


Wednesday nights for the young Mr. Peace were usually pretty quiet, consisting
mostly of being at work. It was another dull and repetitive evening; he
listened absently to the chef yell at her line cooks and the clang of pots and
pans which drowned out the steady roar of customers conversing in the main
dining room.
 
Regardless of all of that, the young pyro flipped the rice in the wok with
practiced ease. The steady motion and roar of noise strangely relaxed him,
causing his mind to wander to the new motorcycle he was saving up for. Sure, he
already had a 1968 Ford Thunderbird he’d managed to fully restored from its
decrepit state, as well as a beautiful Road King he loved dearly. But Warren
is, of course, insatiable.
 
He imagined tearing down the highway in the dead of night on some over-night
road trip, a pair of thin arms wrapped securely around his waist and heat
pressed tantalizingly against his back. He and his companion would ride for
hours, days even. Maybe see the country. And of course they’d drink and fuck
the nights away endlessly, nothing to worry about but themselves and the next
destination.
 
A smirk tugged at his lips lightly at the thought, a small voice in his head
seemed to want to focus on that last bit.  You know, you need a beautiful boy
on the back of that bike…  Vague images flashed through his mind of the many
faceless boys and men he’d messed around with, his mind inadvertently settling
on the image of a small brunette from behind. Pale back arched, swan neck
curved and soft chocolate tresses fell over his shoulders, and Warren bit back
a growl as he thought about that perfect boy. He’d look good on the bike, fill
the position behind him perfectly.
 
What’s-his-face the other night was pretty close to his ideal, he mused. Warren
often alternated in his desires for a potential mate, his tastes fluctuating
 between a wanton whore and a wide-eyed innocent that he had to teach in the
art of fucking-and boy did he make it an art (if he does say so himself.) The
former was often much easier to find when he needed a little quick
companionship, so he’d not had an opportunity to really mess around much with
many “innocent” type, and he was starting to think that a change like that
might be exactly what he needs.
 
Warren decided that it was as good a time as any to start planning his next
conquest, and the freshmen from this year were ripe for the picking. Warren
wasn't necessarily a predator, he was only seventeen after all, he just
sometimes honesty appreciated that vulnerability in the boy’s his age just
discovering themselves: flushed cheeks, heaving chest, trembling thighs, and
blue ey-
 
The dangerous voice came back to his head as a vibrant shade of baby blue
flashed across his mind.  The new freshmen are fine this year, especially that
young Stronghold...
 
Warren entertained the thought, caring less and less about the fact that
Stronghold’s dad has put his dad in prison. No matter what he tried his mind
kept coming back to those lips, dropped in a soft “o” even as he’d been pinned
to the gym floor by Warren, chaos raging around them. He’d been looking at
Warren like he was a god, and yes his thighs had been shaking, the pyro had
clearly  felt them as they bracketed his hips. It made heat sear through his
insides as he remembered it.
 
The younger boy was perfect. There was almost no way he wasn't a virgin, and
probably still thought he was straight. Warren has a spectacular sense for
picking out gay boys, often before they knew themselves, and his gaydar was
never wrong. He smiled despite himself again, it gave him a perverse sense of
satisfaction to be the one to show them the pleasure of two boys pressed
together, and what comes after that.
 
He'd look damn good on my bike. He'd also look damn good on his back, on his
knees, on the hood of my car...on my cock.  Smirking, Warren's mind conjured up
the image of the smaller super beneath him, already flushed and panting,
desperately trying to preserve some modesty by covering his arousal. The pyro
would rip his hands away and pin them up so that he could see that beautiful
body, he’d latched onto his neck, sucking the delicate junction of his shoulder
and throat in the hopes to elicit small mews of pleasure from the timid boy.
He’d heard the baby brawn make similar noises during that stupid save-the-
citizen game. Little breathy gasps, and small grunts -probably from pain in
that circumstance but whatever.
 
Wait…  Warren snapped out of his lusty daydreams.  Stronghold?! This guy is the
spawn of that pompous asshole and his show-off wife. The dream team, all
American, superhero family. They wore coordination outfits for Christ’s sake.
Warren’s eyes narrowed as a flash of rage shot through him, thinking of his old
man rotting in that cell. He’d certainly done the crime, so he would serve the
time, but Warren couldn't stop that small childish part of himself that wished
he and his mom hadn’t had to go through his childhood alone.  No,  he growled
internally,  I’m going to pound his face in for simply existing. With his-
 
-soft lips wrapped around his fingers, those heart-breaking blue eyes pleading
with him, small pinprick tears of pleasure streaking a sweet face. Delirious,
aching,  soft  heat wrapped around his-
 
Warren stood stock-still as the fantasy washed over him. He couldn't deny how
appealing that image was.
 
...maybe after, I can pound something else of mine into his face.


Warren had been distractedly tossing the stir fry, but hadn't been paying
attention as sparks started to leap off his fingers and into the wok, the fire
of arousal in his loins translating easily to the physical fire he could
conjure at will.
 
He watched with suddenly alert eyes as the wok in front of him burst into
flames, the fire quickly engulfing the food and rising to stroke his face.
Smoke and flames seemed to suddenly engulf the air around him despite himself
consciously pulling the flames back. The head chef yelled at him to put it out
while the line cooks never even looked up from what they were doing.
 
Cursing like a motherfucker, Warren quickly took the pan to the sink to drop it
in the water and put the flaming food out. However, luck seemed to be against
him, but beneficial to the management as the effective sprinkler system sprang
to life and doused everything in the kitchen with water.
 
"Warren! This is coming out of your paycheck!" Screeched his boss as she
stomped out of her office. Though she didn't see the start of the fire, it
wasn't particularly difficult to find the young Peace in the middle of trouble.
This shift seemed to find Warren with a lot on his mind, and had he the desire
and the clarity to think further on the matter, he might try to discover why
the little Stronghold has been the star of more and more of his mental home
movies, and why the idea of him being related to that red, white, and blue
idiot seemed less and less of an issue.
 
Groaning, the pyro slicked his soaked hair back as the burnt wok and its
contents rested on the edge of the sink.
 
It’s going to be a long night.
 
-Subliminal Heat-
 
The lunch bell rung and Will Stronghold couldn’t be happier. The lecture on
superheroes during World War II just would not end! His father would be so
disappointed if he knew his lack of interested on the subject with all the
hours he spent telling Will about how his grandfather won a medal for fighting
the Nazis for his country.
 
He made his way through the cafeteria with his tray piled high until he spotted
his friends, seated at their usual table near the windows. He sat down with a
greeting to them all, and started to tuck in- unfathomably hungry all the time.
He knew this was healthy; they specifically talked about it in health class,
his body needed food to grow. He hoped he’s at least get a little taller. Will
took a moment to look around at his friends, and noticed that Magenta was
staring quite intently at something off to the left of where he was sitting. He
turned to followed her gaze when speaking to her didn't get a response, and saw
a guy he recognized as a junior a few tables away. He appeared to be quite the
normal high school student, except for the large antlers protruding from his
long, brown hair.  Looking back to the guinea pig shifter, Will noticed a sour
look of something akin to disapproval on her face. Well, more than her usual
sour air of disdain for all things mainstream and fake.
 
“What’s up, Maj?” he chirped curiously, she glanced at him at the sound of his
voice, but then she went right back to glaring over his shoulder.
 
“That Silvanus guy,” she started, “his antlers are out.” Will turned around
again in confusion, not sure what the problem was. He looked back to her for an
explanation but when the girl didn’t seem inclined to explain further, the
brawn instead turned to his right to Ethan for an explanation.
 
The melting teen adjusted his glasses, and seemed to blush a little.
 
“Well, for animal shifters showing parts of your shifted form, aside from hero
work, is kinda like, well...walking around naked? Of course, sometimes it can
happen when the shifter experiences extreme emotions or stress, like excitement
or… well, you know...when they go into heat.” He mumbled the last part with a
bright blush and Will felt his own cheeks turn pink. “It’s viewed as
inappropriate,” he went on after clearing his throat
 
“More like tasteless,” quipped the purplette, her dark eyes narrowing with a
curl of her plum lips. Ethan chuckled a little at her expression.
 
“Since when have you not revelled in the tasteless, Magenta?” Ethan’s eyebrows
waggled at her. She leveled a blank look at him and Will watched on in quiet
amusement.
 
“Are you guys serious?” she asked in a dead-pan. When they both looked confused
at her she rolled her eyes. “Haven’t you noticed the ever present stench of
toxic testosterone lately? All the guys might as well be grunting like cavemen,
Will you were up close and personal to it during that stupid save-the-citizen
game, Peace looked like he was gonna rip your throat out.”
 
Will felt his eyes widen at the reminder and suddenly his face was scarlet -he
could even feel his ears blushing. She gave another derisive eye-roll before
continuing: “But, Deer Man over there,” she pointed with a black-tipped nail,
“or whatever his name is, is not even trying to hide the fact that he's super
horny,” a small smirk stretched across the girl’s face at Ethan and Will’s
matching blushed and shocked expressions. She seemed to take quiet joy in their
uncomfortable squirming as they tried not to think to closely about what she’d
just said.
 
“Oh come on! He’s a nature spirit! Silvanus is supposed to be free and wild,”
Layla interjected suddenly, a slight flush dusting her cheeks. She’d been
reading a book on ancient botany practices in Asia, and had clearly been
discreetly listening in, her own red face evidence enough.
 
“Oh really,” questioned Ethan, “and since when do you know so much about
Stagboy?” He fixed her with a shrewd look and she seemed to fluster more at
realizing she'd just said that out loud.
 
“Well, he’s president of the Ecological Conservation Club for one!” She
defended, “We’ve talked a few times. He’s a vegan and his family lives part of
the year in the wilderness!” the young hippie seemed to be getting more bubbly
as she talked about him.
 
Magenta watched her and merely quirked an eyebrow as a smirk formed on her
lips. “Are you two going to go skipping in the fields, feeding bunny rabbits
and squirrels together? That would be such a  romantic  first date,” She mocked
in a falsely sweet voice.
 
“Hey Maj, chill out!” Zack suddenly cut in. They all looked at him with
slightly wide eyes, Magenta's narrowing at him. He too had been quietly sitting
off to the side, but Will hadn’t seen what he’d been doing. “So what if Layla
likes him?” He continued, eyes not meeting any of his friends’. “As her pals,
we shouldn’t shame her! That would be whack,” he finished, and to Will he
seemed to be somehow...mad? It was as if the conversation irked him but the
young Stronghold couldn't think why.
 
Lately he just hadn’t been himself, the outburst and this example of his odd
behavior. Will was mildly concerned for his friend as he watched Zach continue
to brood, staring at nothing in particular. He noticed that Magenta hadn’t
stopped looking at the Human Lite Brite either. Most people wouldn't notice a
subtle change like this, but Magenta wasn’t most people.
 
Magenta carefully observed despite the cynical, nihilistic cover. She’d been
watching them all a bit closer these past few weeks, the aura in the school
more than making her primal senses uncomfortable, and attesting even more to
why Stagboy’s nonchalance about it annoyed her. She’d watched Zach in
particular become more aggressive and more assertive over the past two weeks,
even once successfully shoving Lash and Speed off of himself and pulling Ethan
out of the locker they had tried to shove him in. It was very unusual behavior
for the usually friendly, easy-going guy, and if she was honest with herself,
it had been kinda hot.
 
The shifter smirked. She liked this new Zach, despite his brooding. He had
balls.
 
-Subliminal Heat-


It was Friday when our favorite pyro learned two very important lessons. First:
Staring at asses will always get you in trouble, and not always in the ways one
would expect. Second: Life isn't fair.
 
Because discipline never really worked when regarding Warren Peace, his
participation in Physical Education was especially lacking. This was mainly due
to Boomer's displeasure at Warren's  slight  modifications to the uniforms
(shirts in general weren't really his thing, especially sleeves) as well as his
general disdain for ‘invalid’ authority figures and personal choice to never
obey them.
 
And for that exact reason, Warren could be found sitting behind the bleachers
and out of sight of the coach. Many glared at him spitefully as they passed him
on the track, forced to run seemingly endless miles in the name of high school
physical education, but the young man simply couldn't give a shit. He’d been
working double shifts since the fire incident at work, and he hadn't had the
chance to catch up on the latest addition of  Bikers Monthly,  so he figured
he’d use this ridiculous class as a little break time. However, he found it was
pretty hard to concentrate on his reading. Namely that there was something very
distracting  running around in circles in front of his face.
 
That something ignited his inner fire and made him unconsciously clench his
jaw, the words blending together on the pages and not making sense. That
something was what caused him to be sitting out currently: the school uniforms.
More specifically, the way the material of the uniform shorts clung to a
certain Stronghold's rear.
 
Of course, Warren hadn't noticed at first who the owner of such a magnificent
ass was when he spotted it. He’d been far too focused on burning the amazing
sight into his memory for later use. You see, in Warren’s opinion it couldn't
quite be dubbed a “bubble”-butt or whatever the stupid term was, but it
featured a slight amount of muscle with the perfect ratio of soft padding that
would make it simply ideal for groping and lifting to hold against a body. A
small, but nice handful in other words. He felt a low heat pool in his stomach
and flipped his hair out of his eyes in irritation.
 
Idly, Warren had noted that the small frame of the owner could fit easily
against his own much larger frame. In fact, it’d be a little heady to be able
to handle that small body, with the complete freedom to position it how he
wanted. He stared at it for a moment more before thinking to himself,  maybe
I've found a new friend. One that can scratch that fucking itch that won’t
leave me alone.
 
It was only when the pyro was finally able to drag his eyes off that wondrous
ass that he learned the first lesson. A warmth travelled the length of his
spine before a chill set deep in his bones as he studied the wavy brown hair
and bright blue eyes and recognition struck him like lightning.  Fuck.  Of
course, that perfect ass had to belong to  that  one person. And there he
fucking goes again, running by Warren with his eyes trained forward as if he
was completely unaware of his surroundings and those shorts sitting nice and
high on his hips. A little rabbit caught unaware in an open field. Too easy to
take advantage of. If he kept looking like that Warren would be forced as a man
to do something about it.
 
Angered and confused, he slammed his body back against the cool metal of the
bleachers and hungrily grappled for his pack. He slid a cigarette out of the
box with practiced ease and he hurriedly lit it before taking the longest drag
of his young life. His mind was roaring and raging as one thought perpetuated
continuously:  Shit. Okay, okay.  he thought to himself.  You didn't see who it
was, you were just staring at an ass. A nice ass, but just another one running.
He didn’t exactly have to make Stronghold his target. There was plenty of other
less morally ambiguous prey at this school after all. However, one voice
interrupted his justifications:  So why can’t you stop looking ?
 
Warren's mental panic was cut short when he noticed a snickering pair of idiots
in the form of Lash and Speed just now waltzing around the bend of the track.
He raised his eyebrow as the young pyro could only begin to muse what those two
idiots thought was so funny. Fortunately, or unfortunately, he wouldn't have to
wait terribly long to figure out what they had planned as Lash then began to
super-stretched his arm, weaving around those jogging in front of him to grab
the pert ass that he recently had come to recognize as that of the young
Stronghold's. Apparently he hadn't been the only one to notice it.
 
Almost comically, the brawn whipped his head back a millisecond after the
stretcher had retracted his arm. Of course, in this sudden reaction, the
brunette stumbled as he accidentally smashed into his hippie friend that was
dutifully trotting in front of him. He glanced around suspiciously before
landing his gaze upon the six-armed boy that had been moderately close by.
What is his problem with me?! First in class, now here! He's almost as bad as
Warren!  thought the young Stronghold. Squaring his shoulders, he ran to catch
up with the other super.  Maybe I'll finally get this settled.
 
Warren could only groan as he watched this comedy of errors present itself in
front of him.  No... he isn't going to try talking to a guy he wrongly thinks
just slapped his ass.
 
However, that is exactly what our brawn did, trying to withhold his expression
of (adorable) anger and confusion as he matched up with the multi-armed boy.
 
Rolling his eyes, Warren tried to ignore the sure embarrassment that was to
ensue and instead focused on the two giggling supers that had caused this whole
mess. He could never explain his motivation for his next actions, but if he had
to give a reason, Warren supposes it was simply... the heat of the moment. A
visceral of events set in motion by the all consuming, but completely
spontaneous need to assert...well, something? Yeah, it was the heat of the
moment that caused him to launch a ball of flames directly at Lash. And maybe
some resentment lingering from that awful day of Save the Citizen. And maybe
there was a little bit of possessive rage at that hand having touched the ass
he was in the middle of ogling.
 
The stretcher yelped and jumped as the flames caught the tail of his shirt on
fire. Speed started with wide eyes and let out an exclamation in panic at
seeing the flames. He then immediately shoved his friend to the ground and
began kicking him in an attempt at getting him to roll on the ground in an
effort to suffocate the fire.
 
Right at this moment, the young Stronghold explained the situation before
accusing the six-armed boy next to him, who simply fixed him with an amused but
vaguely annoyed expression before realization seemed to suddenly strike him as
he recognized who he was talking to (having just looked down at said ass when
the kid had mentioned someone harassing him with it, and accused him of doing
so.) He’d seen him a few times in the hall and just a few days ago that
gorgeous ass had been unceremoniously on display for the whole super-hero class
locker room. He’d definitely been one of the cat-callers. He smirked as his
eyes dragged back up the young body to that pouting face, a glint in his eyes.
 
"Stop, drop, and roll! Stop, drop, and roll!" cried Speed, ineffectively trying
to aid his fallen friend, who had managed to get most of the flames to go out
but was still very much in hysterics.
 
"Well, well, Will Stronghold was it?” a confused nod at his cool tone,
adorable. “That wasn't me sweetheart, but it could be if you want it to be. The
name’s Dylan, just so you know what to scream later," he smirked as the
confusion on the brawn’s face morphed into embarrassed bashfulness, a wolfish
grin spreading onto his own face as he watched the young super  try to figure
out how to respond to that.
 
"I-I'm sorry, w-what?" the little brawn stuttered finally, bravely meeting his
eyes though Dylan could tell the younger boy was now pretty nervous.
 
"You fucking idiot!" cried Lash as he wallowed on the ground. "Run! Put it out!
Jesus Christ” he continued to try to pat down his clothes, to little avail.
 
"Oh! Oh, right!" stumbled Speed before he got to sprinting in circles around
his friend. Once the oxygen was sucked from the vortex and the fire diminished,
Lash shoved himself from the ground. Frazzled, he looked around at the source
of his ire, somehow knowing exactly who to blame. Eventually he spotted the
smug looking Peace, smirking around his cigarette.
 
"You fucking flaming piece of-" And with that, the shrieking bell announced the
end of the period, cutting off the stretcher, who settled for merely glaring at
Warren, anger seething in his eyes.
 
"See you around, strong boy." With a wink, the super left Will standing there
with a gaping mouth and a truly confused and blushed up face. Had that guy just
tried to hit on him? Did he like him? Will felt his heart racing at the
prospect, and he couldn't deny the way a burning heat settled low in his
stomach. He felt tingly and antsy, and very hot and very confused.
 
Observing this, Warren raised an eyebrow. He was more than a little pissed at
the expression Will was shooting after that guy, (and since when had he
bothered to remember the kids name?). That other freshmen’s advance was
completely a surprise to him, as well.  What the hell,  he thought and glared
after his retreating back.  Is every fucking boy at this school a goddamn fairy
now?
 
His gaze snapped back to Will as he sensed movement in his peripheral vision.
He zeroed in as he got up from his place under the bleachers, right on those
thin shoulders. His gaze inadvertently slid down his back to the way his hips
gently flared, creating the illusion of more curve than there really was. On
most guys it would look ridiculous, but the boy was filled out in other places
by lean muscle and healthy fat which made for an overall very appealing body.
 
He’s fit as hell,  he thought vaguely, his eyes finally resting on that amazing
ass as he followed him back off the field toward the gyms and locker rooms.
The’d both paused long enough that most of the other kids had already cleared
out of the track area.
 
But Will must have sensed that intense gaze on him, because before they were
even off the field, he suddenly whipped around, as though paranoid. He
apparently hadn't expected there to actually  be  someone there, so when he saw
Warren almost right behind him he let out a startled gasp. Warren thought that
sound should be illegal. But he didn't stop walking, and let the boy scramble
back into the wall next to the entrance to the field as he closed in.
 
Those big eyes stared up at his and the boy was practically sprawled against
the wall to keep as much distance as possible between their chests. Warren
noticed Will’s was heaving slightly, whether it was from exercising, the heat
of the sun, or something else, he didn't quite care.
 
They stared at each other like this for a moment and Warren briefly considered
starting an impromptu conquest right then and there, consequences be damned. It
would be too easy to side between those legs and hoist him up by the ass, press
all the way into him with his hand fisted in the boy’s hair so that the brawn
couldn't hide his face in embarrassment. He wanted to see those eyes when he
got it in, and see those lips fall open for him, he wanted those eyes to be so
blissed out they couldn't see straight.
 
But no, it wasn't time. He would wait. He gave the terrified freshmen a smirk,
something to think about, and turned on his heel to leave. He didn't look back,
or see the way Will’s eyes were glued to him until he was out of sight.
 
-Subliminal Heat-
 
It was finally the weekend and Will couldn’t be anymore grateful for that fact.
He’d spent Friday night trying to get some of his homework done, but even with
Gwen’s help it was utterly hopeless! And Layla and his friends couldn’t really
help him, considering they weren’t in the same class. So after a night of
stressing out about it, and then the stress making him remember the weirdness
of his last P.E. class, he was ready to just go to bed.
 
But unfortunately for him, it seemed he wouldn’t even be able to catch a break
in his dreams. All night he’d been woken up after various dreams which featured
very prominently the dark haired, aggressive senior who he’d not been able to
keep out of his thoughts of late. As a result, he found himself waking up at
seven in the morning on Saturday with an achingly hard erection between his
thighs that simply refused to go away, no matter how much he whimpered and
wished that it would. It was so embarrassing!
 
He knew this sort of thing was supposed to happen to boy’s his age. They’d made
that perfectly clear in those awkward sex-ed videos they’d been forced to watch
in middle-school. But the videos didn’t say anything when the reason for your
morning wood was the dangerous school delinquent who seemed hell bent on
pounding your face in. Will tried to smother his face in his pillow as another
wave of heat throbbed unbidden between his legs at the thought of him.  Okay…
think of… anything. Medulla in a thong. Ew. Okay, good. But… Warren in a thong
wouldn’t be bad. He’s so fit, he might look like Mr. Universe. Well, maybe not
that buff. But strong… Strong enough to push my to the floor in Save the
Citizen. He looked so good with a sheen of sweat and that look in his eyes. Oh
no! I’m even harder now!
 
His thoughts now aren't that different from the last dream he’d had before
waking. They had featured himself and Warren alone in what Will assumed was
probably the school locker room. There’d been no one around, Warren had been
shirtless, and had been resolutely pinning him to the lockers just as it seemed
he was about to yesterday on the field. At first, Will thought his heart was
racing because he was afraid, but then heat had bloomed between them in a way
that had made the boy cry out in his dream when Warren’s face suddenly buried
in his neck. He’d bitten harshly and Will had felt the undeniable urge to throw
his head back as far as he could to let the Senior do as he pleased. The Warren
in his dreams had been unrelenting and fierce, taking Will’s breath away even
as he continued to moan with the feeling of a tongue running lewdly up his
throat, only to stop just below his jaw where the dark haired teen had
continued to suck almost violently into that sensitive spot.
 
Will shuddered at the memory of the dream and clenched his knees together under
the comforter, resisting a pleased hum as he unwittingly put pressure on his
aching shaft. His head was still hazy from sleep, and despite the embarrassment
he felt, he was also alone in the dimness of his room. So without really
thinking about it, he did it again, flexing his hips lightly at the delicious
little twinge of pleasure it gave him. He’d touched himself before this, of
course. But the guilt still hadn’t quite left him about it. He knew it was
healthy to explore himself, and that there was nothing wrong with relieving a
little stress, but he’d only been at it a few years now, and it still somehow
felt like a dirty little secret.
 
Despite himself, his hand slowly began to inch down under the sheets, dragging
along his stomach in a delightfully gentle way until he reached the edge of his
sleep shorts where he hesitated. His face burning, he instead opted to lightly
trace his fingertips over himself through the thin material, and with a
delighted gasp realized that felt almost  too  good. He quickly withdrew his
hand, feeling the embarrassment anew and wondering despite himself if Warren
ever did this.
 
The image of those large hands confidently dipping into the waistband of a pair
of boxers suddenly flashed through his mind, and he gasped shakily as he sat up
and threw the covers off, refusing to entertain that thought further. He looked
around his room trying to ignore the burning ache that settled below his waist
anyway and tried to think of a way to get away from these feelings. He looked
at his bathrobe hanging on the back of the door and remembered that cold
showers were supposed to help this kind of thing. Or so he’d heard.
 
With a newfound determination to not further embarrassed himself, he got up and
marched to the bathroom, thinking that he’d let the cold water take care of his
problem.  But well...maybe not a cold shower.  He shivered as he took his
clothes off, ignoring his flushed pink member and reaching for the nobs on the
shower.  It’s already really cold outside! And I’m still kind of warm from
bed...maybe just a normal shower then.  He set the temperature to slightly
warmer than he usually would and got in, intent on forgetting his restless
night.
 
But the moment the hot water hit his already heated skin, he was back in that
hazy state, and this time he let the pleased little hum slipped past his lips
as he felt the heat of the steam envelope him. He began lazily washing his hair
with the newest shampoo he was trying, and before he realized it, his hands had
already moved down his body again, slippery with soap and dangerously close to
his throbbing shaft.
 
Was it really such a bad thing to jerk off in here? No one would know, it would
wash away with everything else, after all...Will bit soft lips as he debated
with himself, gazing down at his sex and his hands which were so close to it
already, resting innocuously on his own hips. Furtively glancing around as
though someone might indeed somehow see past the glass shower-door, he slowly
wrapped a hand around his manhood and let out a stuttering breath at the jolt
it sent up his spine. Another experimental tug and he was groaning again, his
eyes drooping closed at the heavenly feeling of his hand slick with soap
encasing his burning flesh. He tried to keep his mind blank as he timidly
pumped himself, feeling the ridges and the heat and trying to let the sensation
be enough to carry him away.
 
But before too long he was panting and curled over himself, his back to the
wall and his hand moving more rapidly over his hardness. Dark eyes gazed at him
with burning intensity in his mind, and before he could help it, he was
desperately remembering the smell of Warren as he’d been pinned to the hardwood
floor in the gym. Or what he’d smelled like on the field when he’d stood so
close. He moaned as he pressed the heel of his palm flat against the base of
his shaft, trying to simulate the feeling of Warren pressing over him -of what
he thought Warren might feel like pressed between his legs. He shuddered,
suddenly unable to keep himself upright at the intense wave of heat that
brought over him.
 
He sunk to the shower floor, his hand gliding sweetly up and down his swollen
prick, and helpless little whimpers falling from his lips. He spread his legs
wider, trying to get some sort of leverage to do...well  something . It wasn’t
quite enough, even with the memory of Warren’s voice in his ears, or the smell
of him engulfing the boy in his mind’s eye. His other hand, which had been
running absently over the inside of his own thigh was starting to make its way
closer to the base of his member. He let his fingers lightly trail over the
soft skin of his balls and delighted in the sensitive feeling there. He felt
his manhood throbbed in his pumping hand as he lightly pressed against them,
rolling the soft skin gingerly between his inexperienced fingers. He’d never
quite touched himself elsewhere on his body other than his prick, but he was
quickly realizing he liked this feeling.
 
His hips flexed and he moaned quietly as he imagined big, olive hands, and
maybe what they might feel like on him. When they'd held his wrists above his
head, it’d been with so much strength that Will had forgotten he could have
easily over-powered the owner of the sensual digits.  Who? Warren…. They’d also
been so incredibly, mind-numbingly hot on his skin, and he wondered what that
heat would feel like on his shaft...or maybe even-
 
He gasped as his fingers trailed lower, brushing over his entrance in a feather
light touch which had his toes curling and his member thrummed with blood in
his tight grip. He was close, he could feel it, and emboldened by his own
passion, he felt no shame in pressing a little harder over the tiny twitching
hole. He bit his lips and tried to keep from moaning too loudly as his hand
pumped himself even harder, pre-come mixing with the slippery soap and making
his grip glide so perfectly over the hot flesh that he felt like he might cry
with how wonderful it was. He imagined Warren with him, holding him down,
keeping his legs spread, his searing hot hands running all over his wet body,
telling him how cute he looked with an expression of pure sin.
 
With a gasping shudder he pressed his finger more firmly to his entrance, his
toes curling and his hips spasming as it popped inside, burning with the water
but making his heart leap violently into his throat at the way it stretched
him. He didn’t think it would feel like this, he never even  dreamed  it would.
He wanted to push further in, desperate to feel more of the burning ache, and
loving the way it made his prick twitch like mad in his hand, but the burning
was a little too uncomfortable. With his chest heaving out frantic little puffs
of air, he eyed the soap he’d left on the shower floor after he’d started
washing himself, and decided it might be good enough.
 
It was difficult to remove his hand for even a second and he moaned helplessly
as he continued to throb and gush little beads of pre-come as he thought about
what he was about to do. With a shaking hand, he grabbed the liquid soap and
let it drizzle over his fingers, then he leaned back against the wall and
spread his legs again, vaguely embarrassed at what a lewd picture this might
make. Suddenly his thoughts were full of Warren again, and what he might think
if he saw Will doing this. Logically he knew that the Senior would probably be
grossed out, but in his lust hazed mind, Warren would love it.
 
In his fantasy, Warren would be the one touching him like this. He moaned
helplessly again as his fingers again found his entrance, and now slicked with
soap, his middle finger slid in easily enough, causing his breath to shutter
out of his chest. He went back to stroking his weeping tip and realized that
with the newly slick feeling, the slide of his finger into himself was much
smoother. He mewled his pleasure as he began to pump the finger shallowly
inside of himself, afraid to reach too deep and unsure in the first place how
exactly he was supposed to do this. His body, however, seem to know just what
to do in harsh, instinctual motions that left him unable to think.
 
All the came now were images so primal they could have been cave paintings.
Warren above him, Warren touching him, the ghost feeling of Warren’s hands
running all over the boy’s wet aching body. Gripping his cock, spreading him
apart, his big fingers shoving inside-
 
With a startled gasp he felt his orgasm rip through him, and he had to turn his
head into his shoulder to muffle the scream he almost let loose. The heat and
haze of the shower seemed to envelope him as his cum came spurt into his hand
in a pleasure that was almost agonizing. It seemed to last forever and the
waves of pleasure that washed over him made him numb to just about everything
while his spine curled and his mouth fell open on his harsh panting breath. He
sat there lightly gasping under the showerhead, mind reeling and body buzzing
pleasantly from the best orgasm he’d ever given himself. He felt very weak and
fuzzy, and realized only dimly that his finger was still absently pumping into
himself. He startled and blushed violently, gently easing his finger out as he
was now incredibly sensitive there, and wonder what in the heck had come over
him. After a moment more he got to his feet on shaking legs, and tried to wash
the evidence away, hissing when the still warm water ran over his sensitive
pink appendage, and blushing all the while.
 
It only hit him as he was finishing up and starting to towel himself dry what
he’d just done. He stared at himself in the mirror in shock, and even though he
knew he should feel guilty about feeling so good from  that place , he couldn’t
quite bring himself to. He studied the way he looked in the mirror; his cheeks
flushed, his lips bitten, his nipples hard and red despite the warmth of the
shower -and he wondered what had come over him these past few days. This had
certainly been new territory for him, but he realized with a sort of low
burning in his stomach that he’d quite liked it. He may even want to try it
again...
 
He then realised with a mounting horror that he had nearly screamed Warren’s
name when he’d come.
 
-Subliminal Heat-
 
Puma: Hehe, heyyyy guyssss. So it's been a while… thank you all so much for the
wonderful support in the comments, it certainly provided a much needed kick in
the butt! This story is not abandoned, it will be continued AND as a gift for
being so patient, we have a spicy AU oneshot in the works. Hope you enjoyed!
 
Madame: Hello lovelies~ as Puma says it's been a while and we do apologize. The
AU oneshot is certainly closer to finished than not, so hopefully that can be
out soon. Thank you again for all your support!
 
P.S. Also a huge thanks to Tawny The Disturbed for letting us borrow her
character Silvanus. He’s from her fic Oxygen which is amazing so go give it a
read!
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