A Masterpiece Worth Remembering

[ I havent thought of a name for this first part. Oops. ]

'Tick.. Tick.. Tick..'

A pair of droopy, tired, bright blue eyes watched the clock's second hand make its way around, over and over again. There was only about 4 minutes of class left. The assignment for the hour had been completed, and the blond student let the remainder of his class time go to waste by staring at the clock.

The drowsy orbs belonged to a male: Calem Koutura, a young college student who's only interest seemed to be art... and, well, men. DEFINITELY not his Art Professor, Vladimir, or anyone of that sort, of course. Pssh, like he would ever be one of 'THOSE' kids. . . But, he sort of was one of 'THOSE' students. One of many who found the teacher unbelievably, incredibly, jaw-droppingly attractive.

He was already meant to stay after class to speak to his teacher, so he supposed that wasting his time in front of his, quite strict, and annoyingly attractive, teacher wasn't going to kill him.

Although, the male's teacher had a rule about his class.

'Don't stop!' A sign above the door to the classroom read. It always made Calem laugh and think, 'Ha. That's what she said.'

"Koutura!" A booming voice, with an incredibly hard Russian accent, clear as day, yelled from the other side of the classroom.

Snapping out of..whatever he was in..Calem turned his attention to the dreamy, snowy white haired, tall professor, who's eyes were sharply narrowed on the boy from afar. Calem knew he was about to get ripped a new one, and not in the way he was hoping or wanting. WINK.

"Calem, it appears you have completed the assignment..." The male, Vladimir, started. His pale, thin lips barely moved when he spoke. He was the holder of a very mysterious, monotone voice. Calem liked it, obviously.

With a small groan, the small boy averted his gaze away from the man standing before him. "Yes," he responded with a mumbling tone, "and now I have nothing better to do with my time."

With no hesitation whatsoever, the professor towering over him sent the student's things flying off of the table. There was no student next to Calem, so no one got hurt. Angrily, Vladimir yelled, "For fucks sake, you're in an art class! I did not choose this for you. You chose it. Therefore YOU are required to do whatever it takes to succeed and pass this class. Even if it means doodling your little heart out when you've got nothing better to do... twenty--." His voice was cut off, the bell forcing him to pause, as he stared into the eyes of the student.

Vladimir's eyes were crimson, and cold. It stung to look him dead in the eye. It was like the male was staring into one's soul.

Calem felt like someone or something had just come down and delicately kissed the bell enough for it to go off and save him from the hell that was about to be unleashed upon him. He sighed softly in relief.

The other students got up to leave, packing their things and quickly making their way out of the room. Vladimir had made his way back to his desk, gathering his things. Calem simply remained seated. . . A timer was set for 20 minutes.

Vladimir, before making his way to the student, stopped by the door, locking it. He then made his way up the isle to the male.

"Koutura." He said the male's last name in a strict, cold tone, before pointing to the main table for showing demonstrations in the middle of the classroom. "Sit there. On top."

'On top?? The fuck is he thinking???' Calem couldn't really object, so he listened, then awkwardly and quickly made his way over to the table. He hopped up onto it and sat. When he looked forward, Vladimir was in front of him, shirt unbuttoned, and a gaze clouded with lust set on the smaller male before him.

"You say a word, and I will use your blood to paint a portrait of you, ass naked, for everyone to see.." Vladimir said in a whisper, the words rolling off his tongue with ease. "You are my canvas for this next lesson.."

[ Okay, wow. That sucked. Idk when the next part will be out? And I still have to think of a name for this one?? But uh, yeah, bear with me please. This is going to be a fucking roller coaster. - Takeo ]