Great Plains High School AU: Chapter Six
trigger warning for graphic depiction of [click to reveal]rape -- NSFW
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Breccan browsed the tiny fiction section of the school library, hoping for a suitable distraction from recent events. Even now, as he scanned the well-worn volumes, he couldn’t help thinking of Egan. Normally, he would talk to Finbar when something bothered him, but he suspected his boyfriend wouldn’t be happy to hear he had kissed another boy, no matter that he hadn’t wanted it.
He had still enjoyed it. Feeling his stomach clench, Breccan had to admit to himself that he had liked kissing Egan far more than he liked kissing Finbar. That lightning sensation was like nothing else -- Finbar’s abilities just couldn’t compare. The physical pleasure he had received only intensified Breccan’s shame. He hated how good Egan had made him feel, but that didn’t change it. That didn’t change how he hadn’t pulled away.
Sighing, he listlessly ran his hand along the shelf, unable to really pay attention to the books anymore. He knew he would have to tell Finbar what had happened -- it wasn’t fair to keep this a secret, though he dreaded his reaction. After all, Breccan wouldn’t be happy if Finbar had cheated.
Realizing he simply couldn’t concentrate, he leaned against the bookshelf and stared at the ceiling. Breccan noticed a crack in one of the tiles -- he felt a bit like he was cracking, himself. So focused on the crack in the ceiling was he that he didn’t consciously hear the footsteps approaching him. Something tingled at the edge of his awareness, but he couldn’t process it until the voice whispered in his ear, “Hello, Breccan.”
His heart leaped into his throat -- the voice belonged to Egan.
“E-Egan,” Breccan stammered, jumping backwards. He stumbled, but the god caught him around his wrist and pulled him close. Immediately, that lightning coursed through his body. Breccan gasped. He wanted to pull away, but he couldn’t. Instead, he found himself drawn to Egan, with his flawless face, long blond hair and violet eyes. Though he remembered their last meeting with dread, he couldn’t help admiring the god’s physical beauty.
Like last time they had met, those eyes pierced his soul. Egan smirked and said, “There’s no need to be so jumpy -- I just want to...talk.” Egan never slackened his grip on Breccan’s wrist.
Breccan’s cheeks burned as the pleasure from Egan’s touch threatened to overwhelm him. “If -- if you just want to t-talk, can you -- can you let go of me? P-please?” he asked.
Egan put his face right next to Breccan’s ear. “Oh, Breccan, I know you don’t really want me to let go,” he purred. He pushed Breccan’s back against the bookshelf and pressed his body against him. “Do you?” he whispered.
With Egan’s body so close to his, Breccan could hardly think. The sheer physical sensation was too much -- it felt too good, enough so that he let out a little gasp.
The god finally let go of his wrist. For a moment, Breccan actually thought he would let him go completely, but Egan just leaned back slightly and grasped his chin, tilting it upwards. Egan smirked and said, “After all, I know you enjoyed our little kiss, what with how much you responded.”
Breccan couldn’t deny that -- he had kissed him back.
“This time, we’ll have a chance to do more that kiss -- hardly anybody ever comes up to this part of the library, so we shouldn’t be so rudely interrupted like last time,” Egan purred, his eyes sparkling.
“I -- I don’t --” Breccan said.
“--don’t want to do more? It’s not nice to lie,” he interrupted before kissing Breccan.
He sighed when Egan’s lips met his, that electricity somehow intensifying. It made him want more, even as he wished this would stop. Helplessly, Breccan deepened the kiss, pressing his tongue forward into Egan’s mouth. He wrapped his arms around the god, who ground his body against him.
All this made Breccan ache between his legs. He knew what that feeling meant -- the fact that it was happening with Egan and not Finbar made his cheeks burn and his stomach twist. He had never done anything below the waist with his boyfriend, wanting to take things slowly in his first real relationship. The two had been discussing doing more when Breccan had to transfer schools.
Egan broke the kiss. His heart stopped - maybe he was going to leave him alone? The god murmured, “Eager, aren't you? I knew you were.” So much for leaving him alone.
“I - I've never,” Breccan whimpered, though something told him his inexperience wouldn't actually stop Egan.
“Never what?” he asked, smirking.
“Never - never really done anything like - like this,” he said. He wanted to look away from Egan's piercing violet eyes, but he couldn't.
His smirk only widened. “Excellent. I'll be the first, then, and you can't do any better than that. Just let me take care of you,” he purred. He kissed Breccan's neck, making him moan. That lightning sensation reached impossible levels, enough that he had to grip the bookshelf to steady himself. He yelped when glowing white light surrounded his wrists, holding them in place.
Egan's eyes sparkled and he flashed him a predatory grin. “So you don't move too much,” he said.
Breccan closed his eyes as Egan undid his belt and quickly exposed him. This - this should not be happening, but he wasn't stopping the god from kneeling before him and taking him in his mouth. The lightning sensation that crackled throughout his body felt too good for him to be able to object. I'm sorry, Finbar, he thought. As Egan worked, the pleasure overwhelmed him - it was almost enough to cancel out his ever-increasing shame.
Gasps and moans spilled from his throat, and he worried someone might hear the two of them. He ached badly for release, needing a break from the tension in his body. Soon enough, he got it, the climax making him shake so that he thought he might not be able to stand without the bookshelf behind him and the bonds on his wrists.
Egan swallowed everything. Breccan felt his body go completely limp after that. He had never experienced anything like it before - it had been incredible, even if he hadn't wanted or asked for it. Though he was exhausted, the lightning didn't quite leave him. Egan stood up beside him - he never stopped touching Breccan somewhere on his body.
Breccan didn't know how long he stood there in a haze. Egan seemed to be waiting for him to recover, showing no inclination of letting him go.
Eventually, he whispered, “You mortals take so long to recover, but I don't think I'm done. You want more, don't you?”
If he were honest with himself, Breccan hoped he wasn't done. Shameful or not, Egan's touch did make him want more - made him want everything.
He craved that lightning sensation badly enough to say, “Y-Yes, I do. I want you to - to take me.”
Smirking, Egan murmured, “Say please, and I will.”
“P-Please,” he whimpered, looking directly into those violet eyes.
“Alright,” he said as he guided Breccan to the ground and lay him on his back. He pulled his jeans the rest of the way off; Egan left him completely naked from the waist down. He placed Breccan's arms above his head, and more white light bound his wrists to the ground, keeping him in place. Egan spread his legs apart, and white light bound his ankles, too.
Breccan closed his eyes but not before seeing that Egan had somehow made himself naked from the waist down as well - it had to be some kind of magic. This whole wretched encounter was magic, he thought. He gave himself over to the sensations, the lightning crashing through his mind and body when Egan pressed something inside him - a finger, he believed. It stretched him and made the lightning a hundred times worse.
“Your body is so very willing,” he purred. “I think you're ready for the real thing.”
His body was willing. As much as it made him sick to admit it, his mind was willing, too. After all, he had asked for this. When Egan pulled away from him, he whined. Still, Breccan didn't dare look at what the god was doing to him - on some level, he knew he couldn't bear the reality.
Egan grabbed his shoulders and pushed inside him with something wider than just a finger. He cried out, and his eyes flew open. The god was truly inside him, now. It hurt, especially as he began thrusting, but the physical pain soon melted away. The mental pain only increased, though, as the pleasure built and built with each thrust.
The god stared into his soul with his violet eyes, an expression of bliss on his face. Breccan knew his own face had to have a similar expression upon it, if the physical feelings were any indication. That lightning overtook him completely as the tension in his body kept increasing. He could hardly feel the sick shame in his stomach.
Finally, the tension broke, sending an explosion of pure pleasure throughout his body. For a brief moment, the shame vanished, leaving only bliss as he shook. Egan cried out himself a few moments later in evidence of his own climax. Then, the god slid out of Breccan, seeming to be hardly winded, unlike him.
Footsteps sounded somewhere nearby, sending Breccan's heart racing and causing the shame to return. He closed his eyes for just a moment - when he reopened them, Egan was fully clothed again. The god looked around. He had clearly heard the footsteps, too. He stroked Breccan's cheek and both the lightning sensation and the bonds of white light vanished.
“I better be going,” Egan muttered,” but I saw how much you enjoyed yourself. Perhaps we can do this again sometime.”
As the god disappeared behind the bookshelf, Breccan curled in a ball and began to cry. Horror enveloped him, making him shudder. That - that had been real. Worse, he had enjoyed it. As much as he wanted to, he couldn't deny that fact.
* * *
Nico spotted Gemma by her locker - he smiled because he had been looking for her. Ever since the day when his attempt to seduce her had been thwarted by that Savin kid, he had hoped for another chance. Now was the perfect time, so he walked up to her and said, “Hello, Gemma. It's nice to see you again.”
“What the fuck do you want, Nico?” she muttered as she stuffed a couple of books into her backpack. She didn't even look at him. Normally, girls, and guys as well, couldn't resist looking at Nico when he spoke to them.
He lifted a hand to stroke her cheek. “I just want you,” he murmured. Much to his surprise, she smacked his hand away. That shouldn't have happened - he had turned his seduction powers on already. She probably just wanted to finish packing her things.
“I'm not interested,” she grumbled, slamming her locker with what Nico thought was more force than necessary.
“Not interested? You don't have to be coy with me. I don't mind a girl who's straightforward about what she wants,” he purred.
Gemma finally turned to face him as she slung her backpack over her shoulders. She glared at Nico, her eyes blazing. That was odd, but he wasn't deterred yet, not even when she muttered, “When I say I'm not interested, I mean it. I have no desire to kiss any guy - not even if he's a god. Especially not if he's a god.”
Nico knew his targets sometimes liked to play hard to get. Gemma was playing harder than most by actually physically resisting, but he just had to show her what he could do for her. “You simply haven't been kissed by the right guy,” he said.
He leaned in to kiss her, when something hard hit him in the side of his face. He stumbled backwards and fell down, stunned. Whispers broke out among the few students in the hallway.
“Did you see that bitch? She punched out a god.”
“Who the hell does she think she is?”
“I would kill for a kiss from Nico - ungrateful whore.”
From his position on the ground, he heard Gemma mutter, “Now do you believe me, asshole? Don't try that again.” Her voice resonated with a fiery seriousness even Nico didn't dare challenge.
The girl truly didn't want him and acted like she hadn't felt his seduction powers at all. She must be in love with somebody - it was the only explanation.
With the help of another student, Nico got himself to his feet. He thanked his helper and headed away from the lockers, anger and frustration evident in each step he took. What terrible luck he had to pick one of the students who was in love with someone else. That wasn't what vexed him so badly, though - it was the fact that Gemma had punched him that truly got under his skin. Nico was a god - such an action simply wasn't done.
He found himself heading towards the library. It was as good a place as any to cool off. Maybe he could find something to read to alleviate the frustration. A mortal had punched him. Nico had been nice enough to give her attentions most humans could only dream of, and she had punched him.
As he neared the fiction section, he saw Egan leaving - his friend and fellow god must have had his own encounter up here. Nico hoped he had been more successful than he had. When he was about to wave to Egan, he heard a strange noise emanating from where the other god had been. What was that?
Curious, Nico entered the row of bookshelves where the noise originated, only to find Breccan lying there. His heart stopped. The redheaded boy was curled in a ball, and his clothes and hair were a mess - he wasn't even fully dressed. Tears streamed down his face as he sobbed.
“I - I wanted it. Wanted Egan to - I - I wanted it,” he whimpered to himself, unaware of Nico standing nearby.
He couldn't process what he was seeing. Egan had clearly taken the boy, but he looked like a complete wreck now. Did that - was that what happened after a god finished with a mortal? Did - did he make people look like that? It couldn't be true - there had to be another explanation for Breccan's distress, something besides merely having an encounter with the other god.
Nico knew that not everybody he targeted wanted it at first, but they all ended up enjoying their encounters with him. That was part of the fun, sometimes - making someone reluctant just a little bit uncomfortable as Nico showed them how much they actually liked it. Doing that felt like an accomplishment. He never stuck around to see the aftermath of his conquests.
What reason would he have for sticking around, though? Surely attentions from him or Egan couldn't hurt someone the way Breccan appeared to be hurt. Despite understanding another explanation must exist, he wished he could make the boy in front of him feel better. Something compelled Nico to help him, but he didn't know what that something was. Even with this strange desire to help, he had more sense than to approach Breccan. Before he spotted him, Nico turned around and walked out of there as silently as possible.
He felt strangely uncomfortable for some reason, and it annoyed him. Nico quite disliked this feeling. In spite of his discomfort, he still wanted to help Breccan. Yet, was there even anything he could do? Nico realized he had one option - find Mr. Hathaway and ask him to check on the boy. He headed to the teacher's office, hoping desperately that he was there. Luckily, when he arrived and knocked on the door, it opened.
Mr. Hathaway peered out into the hallway, looking distinctly grumpy when he saw who it was. “Do you need something, Nico? I'm busy,” he muttered.
He couldn't look him directly in the eye. Nico felt his face flush. Staring at the ground, he mumbled, “Mr. - Mr. Hathaway?” He couldn't go on. This conversation stymied him with its awkwardness, and Nico felt oddly ashamed.
“Yes?” he wondered. “Is this important? I really don't have time for any games right now.”
Taking a deep breath, he said, “It - it is. I - saw Breccan in the fiction section of the library. He was - in distress.” He paused and added, “I think maybe b-because Egan - got him. You - you should ch-check on him. M-make sure he's okay.” Nico felt he had to mention the other god, though obviously Egan wasn't the whole reason Breccan was such a mess. Mr. Hathaway would get the full story out of him when he went to check.
“You're serious, aren't you?'” he muttered, shaking his head.
Nico nodded.
The teacher sighed. “I'll go check - thank you for telling me, Nico. I must say I'm surprised you're bothering,” he murmured.
He was surprised he was bothering, too. After all, what did it really matter if Breccan was in pain? It wasn't his problem, but, still, something made him care.
Mr. Hathaway exited the office and shut the door behind him. He headed down the hall, presumably towards the library. Nico watched him go, unpleasant and unfamiliar feelings bouncing around in his mind. Was it at all possible Egan actually caused all of Breccan's distress? Was there any chance, even a small one, that Nico made people feel the same way? It just couldn't be true, but the unpleasantness in his mind wouldn't leave him alone.
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Breccan browsed the tiny fiction section of the school library, hoping for a suitable distraction from recent events. Even now, as he scanned the well-worn volumes, he couldn’t help thinking of Egan. Normally, he would talk to Finbar when something bothered him, but he suspected his boyfriend wouldn’t be happy to hear he had kissed another boy, no matter that he hadn’t wanted it.
He had still enjoyed it. Feeling his stomach clench, Breccan had to admit to himself that he had liked kissing Egan far more than he liked kissing Finbar. That lightning sensation was like nothing else -- Finbar’s abilities just couldn’t compare. The physical pleasure he had received only intensified Breccan’s shame. He hated how good Egan had made him feel, but that didn’t change it. That didn’t change how he hadn’t pulled away.
Sighing, he listlessly ran his hand along the shelf, unable to really pay attention to the books anymore. He knew he would have to tell Finbar what had happened -- it wasn’t fair to keep this a secret, though he dreaded his reaction. After all, Breccan wouldn’t be happy if Finbar had cheated.
Realizing he simply couldn’t concentrate, he leaned against the bookshelf and stared at the ceiling. Breccan noticed a crack in one of the tiles -- he felt a bit like he was cracking, himself. So focused on the crack in the ceiling was he that he didn’t consciously hear the footsteps approaching him. Something tingled at the edge of his awareness, but he couldn’t process it until the voice whispered in his ear, “Hello, Breccan.”
His heart leaped into his throat -- the voice belonged to Egan.
“E-Egan,” Breccan stammered, jumping backwards. He stumbled, but the god caught him around his wrist and pulled him close. Immediately, that lightning coursed through his body. Breccan gasped. He wanted to pull away, but he couldn’t. Instead, he found himself drawn to Egan, with his flawless face, long blond hair and violet eyes. Though he remembered their last meeting with dread, he couldn’t help admiring the god’s physical beauty.
Like last time they had met, those eyes pierced his soul. Egan smirked and said, “There’s no need to be so jumpy -- I just want to...talk.” Egan never slackened his grip on Breccan’s wrist.
Breccan’s cheeks burned as the pleasure from Egan’s touch threatened to overwhelm him. “If -- if you just want to t-talk, can you -- can you let go of me? P-please?” he asked.
Egan put his face right next to Breccan’s ear. “Oh, Breccan, I know you don’t really want me to let go,” he purred. He pushed Breccan’s back against the bookshelf and pressed his body against him. “Do you?” he whispered.
With Egan’s body so close to his, Breccan could hardly think. The sheer physical sensation was too much -- it felt too good, enough so that he let out a little gasp.
The god finally let go of his wrist. For a moment, Breccan actually thought he would let him go completely, but Egan just leaned back slightly and grasped his chin, tilting it upwards. Egan smirked and said, “After all, I know you enjoyed our little kiss, what with how much you responded.”
Breccan couldn’t deny that -- he had kissed him back.
“This time, we’ll have a chance to do more that kiss -- hardly anybody ever comes up to this part of the library, so we shouldn’t be so rudely interrupted like last time,” Egan purred, his eyes sparkling.
“I -- I don’t --” Breccan said.
“--don’t want to do more? It’s not nice to lie,” he interrupted before kissing Breccan.
He sighed when Egan’s lips met his, that electricity somehow intensifying. It made him want more, even as he wished this would stop. Helplessly, Breccan deepened the kiss, pressing his tongue forward into Egan’s mouth. He wrapped his arms around the god, who ground his body against him.
All this made Breccan ache between his legs. He knew what that feeling meant -- the fact that it was happening with Egan and not Finbar made his cheeks burn and his stomach twist. He had never done anything below the waist with his boyfriend, wanting to take things slowly in his first real relationship. The two had been discussing doing more when Breccan had to transfer schools.
Egan broke the kiss. His heart stopped - maybe he was going to leave him alone? The god murmured, “Eager, aren't you? I knew you were.” So much for leaving him alone.
“I - I've never,” Breccan whimpered, though something told him his inexperience wouldn't actually stop Egan.
“Never what?” he asked, smirking.
“Never - never really done anything like - like this,” he said. He wanted to look away from Egan's piercing violet eyes, but he couldn't.
His smirk only widened. “Excellent. I'll be the first, then, and you can't do any better than that. Just let me take care of you,” he purred. He kissed Breccan's neck, making him moan. That lightning sensation reached impossible levels, enough that he had to grip the bookshelf to steady himself. He yelped when glowing white light surrounded his wrists, holding them in place.
Egan's eyes sparkled and he flashed him a predatory grin. “So you don't move too much,” he said.
Breccan closed his eyes as Egan undid his belt and quickly exposed him. This - this should not be happening, but he wasn't stopping the god from kneeling before him and taking him in his mouth. The lightning sensation that crackled throughout his body felt too good for him to be able to object. I'm sorry, Finbar, he thought. As Egan worked, the pleasure overwhelmed him - it was almost enough to cancel out his ever-increasing shame.
Gasps and moans spilled from his throat, and he worried someone might hear the two of them. He ached badly for release, needing a break from the tension in his body. Soon enough, he got it, the climax making him shake so that he thought he might not be able to stand without the bookshelf behind him and the bonds on his wrists.
Egan swallowed everything. Breccan felt his body go completely limp after that. He had never experienced anything like it before - it had been incredible, even if he hadn't wanted or asked for it. Though he was exhausted, the lightning didn't quite leave him. Egan stood up beside him - he never stopped touching Breccan somewhere on his body.
Breccan didn't know how long he stood there in a haze. Egan seemed to be waiting for him to recover, showing no inclination of letting him go.
Eventually, he whispered, “You mortals take so long to recover, but I don't think I'm done. You want more, don't you?”
If he were honest with himself, Breccan hoped he wasn't done. Shameful or not, Egan's touch did make him want more - made him want everything.
He craved that lightning sensation badly enough to say, “Y-Yes, I do. I want you to - to take me.”
Smirking, Egan murmured, “Say please, and I will.”
“P-Please,” he whimpered, looking directly into those violet eyes.
“Alright,” he said as he guided Breccan to the ground and lay him on his back. He pulled his jeans the rest of the way off; Egan left him completely naked from the waist down. He placed Breccan's arms above his head, and more white light bound his wrists to the ground, keeping him in place. Egan spread his legs apart, and white light bound his ankles, too.
Breccan closed his eyes but not before seeing that Egan had somehow made himself naked from the waist down as well - it had to be some kind of magic. This whole wretched encounter was magic, he thought. He gave himself over to the sensations, the lightning crashing through his mind and body when Egan pressed something inside him - a finger, he believed. It stretched him and made the lightning a hundred times worse.
“Your body is so very willing,” he purred. “I think you're ready for the real thing.”
His body was willing. As much as it made him sick to admit it, his mind was willing, too. After all, he had asked for this. When Egan pulled away from him, he whined. Still, Breccan didn't dare look at what the god was doing to him - on some level, he knew he couldn't bear the reality.
Egan grabbed his shoulders and pushed inside him with something wider than just a finger. He cried out, and his eyes flew open. The god was truly inside him, now. It hurt, especially as he began thrusting, but the physical pain soon melted away. The mental pain only increased, though, as the pleasure built and built with each thrust.
The god stared into his soul with his violet eyes, an expression of bliss on his face. Breccan knew his own face had to have a similar expression upon it, if the physical feelings were any indication. That lightning overtook him completely as the tension in his body kept increasing. He could hardly feel the sick shame in his stomach.
Finally, the tension broke, sending an explosion of pure pleasure throughout his body. For a brief moment, the shame vanished, leaving only bliss as he shook. Egan cried out himself a few moments later in evidence of his own climax. Then, the god slid out of Breccan, seeming to be hardly winded, unlike him.
Footsteps sounded somewhere nearby, sending Breccan's heart racing and causing the shame to return. He closed his eyes for just a moment - when he reopened them, Egan was fully clothed again. The god looked around. He had clearly heard the footsteps, too. He stroked Breccan's cheek and both the lightning sensation and the bonds of white light vanished.
“I better be going,” Egan muttered,” but I saw how much you enjoyed yourself. Perhaps we can do this again sometime.”
As the god disappeared behind the bookshelf, Breccan curled in a ball and began to cry. Horror enveloped him, making him shudder. That - that had been real. Worse, he had enjoyed it. As much as he wanted to, he couldn't deny that fact.
* * *
Nico spotted Gemma by her locker - he smiled because he had been looking for her. Ever since the day when his attempt to seduce her had been thwarted by that Savin kid, he had hoped for another chance. Now was the perfect time, so he walked up to her and said, “Hello, Gemma. It's nice to see you again.”
“What the fuck do you want, Nico?” she muttered as she stuffed a couple of books into her backpack. She didn't even look at him. Normally, girls, and guys as well, couldn't resist looking at Nico when he spoke to them.
He lifted a hand to stroke her cheek. “I just want you,” he murmured. Much to his surprise, she smacked his hand away. That shouldn't have happened - he had turned his seduction powers on already. She probably just wanted to finish packing her things.
“I'm not interested,” she grumbled, slamming her locker with what Nico thought was more force than necessary.
“Not interested? You don't have to be coy with me. I don't mind a girl who's straightforward about what she wants,” he purred.
Gemma finally turned to face him as she slung her backpack over her shoulders. She glared at Nico, her eyes blazing. That was odd, but he wasn't deterred yet, not even when she muttered, “When I say I'm not interested, I mean it. I have no desire to kiss any guy - not even if he's a god. Especially not if he's a god.”
Nico knew his targets sometimes liked to play hard to get. Gemma was playing harder than most by actually physically resisting, but he just had to show her what he could do for her. “You simply haven't been kissed by the right guy,” he said.
He leaned in to kiss her, when something hard hit him in the side of his face. He stumbled backwards and fell down, stunned. Whispers broke out among the few students in the hallway.
“Did you see that bitch? She punched out a god.”
“Who the hell does she think she is?”
“I would kill for a kiss from Nico - ungrateful whore.”
From his position on the ground, he heard Gemma mutter, “Now do you believe me, asshole? Don't try that again.” Her voice resonated with a fiery seriousness even Nico didn't dare challenge.
The girl truly didn't want him and acted like she hadn't felt his seduction powers at all. She must be in love with somebody - it was the only explanation.
With the help of another student, Nico got himself to his feet. He thanked his helper and headed away from the lockers, anger and frustration evident in each step he took. What terrible luck he had to pick one of the students who was in love with someone else. That wasn't what vexed him so badly, though - it was the fact that Gemma had punched him that truly got under his skin. Nico was a god - such an action simply wasn't done.
He found himself heading towards the library. It was as good a place as any to cool off. Maybe he could find something to read to alleviate the frustration. A mortal had punched him. Nico had been nice enough to give her attentions most humans could only dream of, and she had punched him.
As he neared the fiction section, he saw Egan leaving - his friend and fellow god must have had his own encounter up here. Nico hoped he had been more successful than he had. When he was about to wave to Egan, he heard a strange noise emanating from where the other god had been. What was that?
Curious, Nico entered the row of bookshelves where the noise originated, only to find Breccan lying there. His heart stopped. The redheaded boy was curled in a ball, and his clothes and hair were a mess - he wasn't even fully dressed. Tears streamed down his face as he sobbed.
“I - I wanted it. Wanted Egan to - I - I wanted it,” he whimpered to himself, unaware of Nico standing nearby.
He couldn't process what he was seeing. Egan had clearly taken the boy, but he looked like a complete wreck now. Did that - was that what happened after a god finished with a mortal? Did - did he make people look like that? It couldn't be true - there had to be another explanation for Breccan's distress, something besides merely having an encounter with the other god.
Nico knew that not everybody he targeted wanted it at first, but they all ended up enjoying their encounters with him. That was part of the fun, sometimes - making someone reluctant just a little bit uncomfortable as Nico showed them how much they actually liked it. Doing that felt like an accomplishment. He never stuck around to see the aftermath of his conquests.
What reason would he have for sticking around, though? Surely attentions from him or Egan couldn't hurt someone the way Breccan appeared to be hurt. Despite understanding another explanation must exist, he wished he could make the boy in front of him feel better. Something compelled Nico to help him, but he didn't know what that something was. Even with this strange desire to help, he had more sense than to approach Breccan. Before he spotted him, Nico turned around and walked out of there as silently as possible.
He felt strangely uncomfortable for some reason, and it annoyed him. Nico quite disliked this feeling. In spite of his discomfort, he still wanted to help Breccan. Yet, was there even anything he could do? Nico realized he had one option - find Mr. Hathaway and ask him to check on the boy. He headed to the teacher's office, hoping desperately that he was there. Luckily, when he arrived and knocked on the door, it opened.
Mr. Hathaway peered out into the hallway, looking distinctly grumpy when he saw who it was. “Do you need something, Nico? I'm busy,” he muttered.
He couldn't look him directly in the eye. Nico felt his face flush. Staring at the ground, he mumbled, “Mr. - Mr. Hathaway?” He couldn't go on. This conversation stymied him with its awkwardness, and Nico felt oddly ashamed.
“Yes?” he wondered. “Is this important? I really don't have time for any games right now.”
Taking a deep breath, he said, “It - it is. I - saw Breccan in the fiction section of the library. He was - in distress.” He paused and added, “I think maybe b-because Egan - got him. You - you should ch-check on him. M-make sure he's okay.” Nico felt he had to mention the other god, though obviously Egan wasn't the whole reason Breccan was such a mess. Mr. Hathaway would get the full story out of him when he went to check.
“You're serious, aren't you?'” he muttered, shaking his head.
Nico nodded.
The teacher sighed. “I'll go check - thank you for telling me, Nico. I must say I'm surprised you're bothering,” he murmured.
He was surprised he was bothering, too. After all, what did it really matter if Breccan was in pain? It wasn't his problem, but, still, something made him care.
Mr. Hathaway exited the office and shut the door behind him. He headed down the hall, presumably towards the library. Nico watched him go, unpleasant and unfamiliar feelings bouncing around in his mind. Was it at all possible Egan actually caused all of Breccan's distress? Was there any chance, even a small one, that Nico made people feel the same way? It just couldn't be true, but the unpleasantness in his mind wouldn't leave him alone.