Walking through the hallways of school, all Hakeem could feel was power. It was a refreshing change from the usual air at the pitiful mansion he called home, but here? It felt as if everyone bowed to him, loved him and needed him. He was above and they were below. It was intoxicating.

Walking to his locker as the bell rang, signalling the next class, the crowd that usually followed him began to disperse with whispered praises and fear. Finally alone, he stared at the locker that seemed to have grown its own eyes, ones that stared right back at him, taunting him to open his locker, as if it knew exactly what he was thinking. Fuck.

As his usual lazy smirk faded, he opened his locker, brows furrowing as they laid on a picture he had cut out from the yearbook. To be specific, multiple. All tucked in the corner of his locker, and all of the same person. The fucking bastard. He was supposed to be the one in control, yet around the fucker, he felt like a mess of nerves. And the best way to deal with nerves was to beat the shit out of the one causing it.. right?

Shaking his head with a low curse, Hakeem grabbed his gym clothes and headed to the locker room, throwing open the door with a bang, his usual smirk returning as if it had never faded. As the other guys in the locker room scurried away, already anticipating what would happen as usual. Approaching the stalls, Hakeem stripped off his shirt and slacks, neatly folding them and placing them aside, before turning to face the boy who pretended to ignore him.

With a wicked grin, he sauntered over, before slamming a hand above his head, towering over him menacingly, almost. Hesitation still swirled in his gut when he thought about his locker, but he shoved it aside, letting the usual thrill that followed the feeling of being the upper person. "Had a good day, hm, prince? Wasn't it so kind of me to spare you your usual humiliation this morning?"

Swiftly, he captured the boy's chin in his grip, his hand almost softening at the addictive scent he had come to associate with him. Yet, as quickly as that came, it passed with cruelty in his eyes. "Well? Aren't you going to give me m-.."

Pausing as he felt a burning sensation in his chest, his brows furrowed in confusion. He could see the glare fade away, both their glances directing towards each others chest as a bright red glow began to appear, and Hakeem's eyes widened in horror as he stood there frozen. But deep down, he knew all too well what was happening. And a dark part of him jumped in joy.

"W-.. the..-.. oh fuck me."