Professor's Boy (M×m)

My body shivered as the beads of sweat lined up my forehead. I was scared. I didn't belong here. But then again, none of us did. The darkness that filled the room was nothing in front of the darkness that kept clouding my chest. I didn't know what would happen next. Would I be killed or, worse, sold? Will they burn me alive? Because I had heard a lot of those stories from Hayden, my captive, the one who sent me here. To die, to get killed in the worst possible way. They had thrown me into the den of the lion king, Grayson Vincent. They all said that he was a psychopath. That he didn't feel any emotions. He felt no empathy, no sympathy. That he felt nothing. And it somehow scared me even more than ever. "You, red hair, come here. The boss is here. And keep your eyes down. He hates people looking into his eyes directly." The guard said, grabbing my hand roughly as he started to drag me Lord knows where. Soon after walking three floors, we stopped in front of a door. It was a wooden door with a nameplate hung on it. Grayson Vincent. My heart felt like it would explode any moment now. My fingers kept shivering when the guard opened the door and harshly pushed me inside before closing the door. The push was so impactful that I fell down on my knees. Or maybe that was his intention. This was it. I would be dead in no seconds. "Alexander Martin, we finally meet today." A calm, very calm voice whispered and I felt my blood running cold. And out of fear, I looked at the voice, making my dark eyes meet his grey ones. And I knew I f****d up very badly. I knew I was not even capable of saving my own life. My eyes widened as I took his features in. He was young. Beautiful. Gorgeous. But his eyes were cold enough to freeze the Sahara desert. He looked tall. Taller than me, by at least three inches. And his aura screamed only power and danger. He was a dangerously powerful man. I immediately looked down, not wanting to anger the beast more than he already was. I didn't want to reduce my chances of breathing by staring into his eyes longer than I should have. But his eyes were masked with blankness. They looked dead. Harsh. Unforgiving. "Are you scared, Mr. Martin?" He asked me curiously, sitting down on his chair, and I swallowed harshly at his question. And what kind of question was that? Can you expect a rabbit or a deer to be calm when they have a lion in front of them? "Ye...yes, Sir." I replied finally. My voice was shaky, low and laced with fear. I didn't know what else to do other than get scared when he was in front of me, ready to kill me. "Good. You should be." He replied next and I felt my heart ceasing to beat for almost half a minute at his word. I was scared of him. He was a powerful man, with the label of psychopath on his head. "You broke into my factory, collected the sample from the lab and gave it to Hayden, your boss. Of course, you should be scared, Mr. Martin. I don't take disrespect and theft with ease." He said, his cold eyes on me and I licked my lips, looking at him with my pleading gaze. Tears filled my eyes. I knew it was a bad idea. "I had no other choice, Sir. I was forced to steal. I was forced to break into your factory. Else, he would have killed my mates." I said, looking at him for mercy. I wasn't even lying. Hayden had forced me to get him the samples to save the lives of my friends. Of my people. I was left with no choice. "And it didn't occur to you even once that I would kill you once you would get caught, Mr. Martin?" He asked me in a tone that made me flinch back. My body felt sore with the beatings his men had already gifted me for stealing. "It did. It did occur, Sir. I just wanted to save my friends." I whimpered and he snorted, standing up from his chair. My eyes were looking at his shoes, walking towards me, mocking me for the brutal death that was awaiting me. "Look up. Into my eyes, Mr. Martin." He ordered me and I did. How can someone so beautiful be so dangerous and savage? I never understood. "Tell me, how should I punish you?" He asked me, holding my jaw in his surprisingly gentle voice and I swallowed harshly when his fingers caressed my face. Just forgive me. I wanted to plead with him. "I..... I........" "You're too young and too handsome to get killed, Mr. Martin. But leaving you unpunished would only defame my reputation. We must work on something, no? Why don't you suggest your punishment, Mr. Martin?" He asked me and a single tear rolled through my eyes as I looked up at him for mercy. "Please forgive me, Sir. It was never my intention to steal your samples. I did't even know what those samples contained. Please..... please just let me go, Mr. Vincent. I will never return here." I promised him and he snorted, shaking his head as he left my jaw and signalled me to stand up. I winced when I raised my body up on my feet and his eyes narrowed at my pained expression. It only took him a minute to understand the cause of my pain. "My men did give you the punishment, hm? Were they too hard?" He asked me and I pressed my lips together but nodded my head. "Hm, I'll call my doctor. They'll treat your wounds. And then you can head back home." He said, making my eyes widen in disbelief as I looked at Mr. Vincent with shocked eyes. "You'll..... you'll let me go home?" I asked him, shocked beyond words, and he shrugged his shoulders, a dark smile forming on his face. "Why not? Well, I have some information I want to confirm." He said and my eyes narrowed, waiting for him to continue. "Are you gay, Mr. Martin?" He asked me bluntly and I looked at him with shock-filled eyes. What the hell! "What..... what made you think like that, Sir?" I asked him roughly and he smiled at me, again. Darkly. "The fact that you have dated two men, I don't think, I have another reason to not believe you're gay, Mr. Martin." He said to me and I gulped in fear, not knowing where this was even heading to. "What do you want, Mr. Vincent?" I asked him, tiredly this time, and he shrugged his shoulders at me. "Let me explore my sexuality with you. I'm bisexual. But I have never been with a man before. In return for my mercy, let me explore my sexuality with you, Mr. Martin. And I promise, I'd never force you. You will help me learn about my sexuality and I'll forgive your crime. Okay?" He said. Though he never left an option for me. It was a one-sided deal. It was either this or death. And I am too young to die now. —— "You look stressed. Is everything okay?" Chase asked me and I blinked out of my trance, nodding my head as I faked my smile at him. Other than the fact that Grayson Vincent wanted to play the game of relationship with me, I was really fine. But I just smiled at him, nodding my head as I chugged half of the water down before slamming the bottle on the desk. "I'm fine. I just...." I was cut off by the door of the class getting opened and our chemistry teacher walking in. But for some reason, her heels were replaced by shoes. When I looked at Mrs. Harmony, I realized, it wasn't Mrs. Harmony but Mr. Vincent . It was Grayson Vincent, looking at the class with coldness. "Good afternoon, everyone. I'm your new chemistry teacher, Mr. Grayson Vincent. Mrs. Harmony had to leave for an urgent and unavoidable reason, so I'll be taking her place now." He said, lying easily. His eyes then fell on me, making me blanch back. His eyes softened a bit when they fell on me before they looked at me with dark humor. So, this was his trap. He's planning to explore his sexuality with me. Because last time I checked, he had a factory to run. "And I hope everyone is happy to have me here." He said, looking at me meaningfully, and I immediately looked down, trying to breathe deeply. He was at my college. As my professor. This was getting worse and worse. He didn't ask for our introductions, saying he could take care of that during the attendance. And then he started to teach. Surprisingly, he was good at teaching. Good was still a small word for his teaching. Who would be able to guess that Professor Grayson Vincent was a psychopath in real life, owner of a factory? "You, red hair, on the third bench. Can you repeat what I just taught you right now?" He suddenly asked. And it only took me a minute to realize he was referring to me. He was asking me to repeat what he had just taught me when I was busy plotting a plan to escape his paws. "Um, I......" I stammered out; and not because I was scared of not answering his question, but because he was fairly real to not make anyone doubt him. "What's your name?" He asked me, as if he really didn't know me and my heart kept pounding inside my chest. This is getting worse and worse. "Huh?" "Your name, boy. What's your name?" He asked me again. I could sense hidden amusement in his voice and it was scary how he knew every f*****g thing about me and yet pretended like he didn't know me. "Alexander. Alexander Martin, Mr. Vincent." I mumbled and he hummed in response. "Alexander Martin. Please stay behind the class. We need to talk about what happens when students don't pay attention to my class." He said in his bone-chilling voice and I choked on my breath, looking at him with my wide eyes and he simply raised his brows at me. Challenging me to deny him or defy his orders. I slumped my shoulders in defeat as I nodded my head. "Okay, Mr. Vincent." I said, sitting down on my seat and Chase looked at me with sympathy, squeezing my palm to let me know he supported me. "Actually, just get your bag and sit on the front bench. I'm sure you'd be able to concentrate more easily from here. Without any distractions." I didn't miss the warning his voice held and I looked at Chase holding my hand. Oh, now I know where this is coming from. "Okay, Mr. Vincent." I gritted out, taking the empty bench, making it easier for him to bully me now. But much to my surprise, he didn't pick on me for the rest of the lecture. Only occasional glances that he threw at me. Soon the lecture ended and I wished for the ground to swallow me when I was left alone in the classroom with Grayson Vincent. He closed the door once the students had left him, making my eyes widen as I looked at him, alarmed and he saw my expressions, rolling his eyes at me. "Mr. Vincent...." "Grayson. Call me Grayson, Alexander. And don't be scared." He said to me and I scoffed, looking at him with my newfound anger. "Bold coming out of your mouth, Mr. Vincent, when your men beat me that evening and now you're disguising yourself as a teacher to harass me more than your men had already done!" I said, glaring at him and his jaw ticked in annoyance, shaking his head as he took a deep breath in. "You broke into my factory and stole my samples, Alexander. How else would you have expected my men to react? And I own forty percent of this college. What made you think I'm disguising myself to harass you? I just wanted to be near you. Remember, this is to help me explore my sexuality." He said and I locked my jaw, shaking my head. This was ridiculous. "Why did you make me stay back? I have a job to go to," I said and he nodded his head at me. "I know, Alexander. I made you wait because you were barely paying attention to my class. And it made it easier for me to talk to you." He said and I rolled my eyes, nodding my head. "You astonished me. You weren't supposed to be here. You came here intentionally. Look, I really didn't mean to steal your samples. I..... I was forced to steal. I'll pay you in installments, if you wish. But if you want to punish me, just call the police. I'd rather get arrested than be harassed by you." I said and he let out a sigh, brushing his knuckles against my cheeks, making me freeze on my feet. "I won't get you arrested, Alexander. You're my responsibility now. And I won't let you get hurt by anyone now. Even if I have to protect you from myself." He said, making me roll my eyes as I took a step back. He was giving me whims. "Why are you doing this, Grayson? You can find many men who like men. You don't have to blackmail me into being with you." I tried and he smiled. The same predatory smile that leaves me shuddering. "Then, I'll have to kill you, darling." He said simply, removing a gun from the waistband of his pants, making my eyes go wide in shock and fear. "You see, Alexander. You decided to steal from me. For Hayden. Hayden has enemies who are my very close associates. If the word goes out that you decided to harm me, you'd die automatically. But if the words come out that you are with me, they'd think it was my plan to send you to Hayden. Now, it's up to you if you want to be with me and stay alive. Or you want me to kill you or let my people kill you." He said, making me gulp. I didn't want to die just yet. "I.... I want to live." I mumbled and he smiled, holding my palms. "So do I want, dearest Alexander. Don't worry, when I hate someone, they wish they were never born. But when I take care of someone, they wish they had known me before." He said, making me bite on my lips. I didn't know if he was threatening me to not make him hate me or if he was consoling me to let him love me in ways he wanted. "I'm getting late for work. I.... I should leave." I said, trying to get away from him, and he smiled. He smiled, nodding his head. "I know. Let me drop you at your job." He said and I honestly had no energy left to argue with him, so I let him. I let him drop me at my job. The sooner it gets over, the better it is. "Okay. But did you eat anything? We can grab something before I drop you at the diner." He said, for once it felt like he was trying to make me happy. But the fear inside me was enough to make me doubt him. "I ate at lunch." I lied and he let out a sigh, looking at me with his cold eyes. "I don't appreciate lies, Alexander. But you're new to this. I'll let it go. This once." He said, making me purse my lips as I nodded my head. And I don't appreciate being forced either. "We shall leave now." He said and I nodded my head, silently waiting for him to lead me. For once, I regretted choosing to live. Maybe death would've been a better option. Being alive as someone's property wasn't something I liked. But I wanted to live. I wanted to live on my own conditions and terms. He opened the car door for me and let me sit first before he sat down in the driver's seat. He started the car, occasionally glancing at me. But my stomach kept protesting about hunger. I was very nervous at lunch; Grayson was all over my mind. And now that I wish to eat, I don't want him to accompany me. "Wait for a second here." Grayson said softly, quietly, and I nodded my head, waiting for him as he made his way inside a shop. My head was hurting from all the overthinking and hunger. But isn't this what life is? About pain and misery. Much to my astonishment, he returned with a couple of sandwiches and a burger in a small carry bag, making my eyes widen. He bought food for me. He knew I was lying but I didn't expect him to get me food when I shamelessly lied to him. "You didn't had to." I mumbled, taking the bag of food from him and he shrugged his shoulders at me, shaking his head. "I induced this fear in you, Alexander. The least I can do now is prove to you that I am not always like that. I can be nice if you wish." He added and I found the last sentence a bit troublesome but I chose to ignore it. "Thank you. For the food. I'll pay back to you tomorrow." I said and he shook his head. "You don't have to." He said and I smiled humorlessly at him. "The day I accept this relationship, Grayson, I won't pay back for the food you'll purchase for me." With that I walked out of his car. Here begins a new chapter of my life.