Michael Langdon was a peculiar character from the start. He didn't have many friends at the school for exceptional young boys, but everyone knew his name. The one person whom he would consider his friend went by the name of Elliott Grey, a fellow warlock whom he had begun to tutor. Not because Elliott wasn't exceptional in nearly all areas of magic, but because the dark-haired male had just one area of the study he wasn't as well versed in like the rest. Michael saw this as in incredible strength, to not get too cocky with what he was good at and to be able to admit he needed help in an area, even if Elliott was one of the best damn warlocks in the school. Michael stood, running a brush through his curled, golden locks before he dressed for the day. He was supposed to meet Elliott downstairs for breakfast before the commenced their tutoring session in the music room. Since it was a Saturday, most of the other boys were out, or home with their families. Of course, not having any families to go home to, Elliott and Michael spent all of their time at the School.
Elliott dressed himself for the day, not even bothering to try and tame the mop of dark curls on his head. He was supposed to meet Michael downstairs in a couple minutes and he was just as excited as ever. Michael was the best warlock in the school by far, he could pretty much do anything, and Elliott had been failing telekinesis. As talented as he was, he couldn't stand having one area where he struggled, so for the last two weeks the "boy wonder" had been tutoring him. Of course, it was rather awkward at first -- and still could be, at times. Michael was extremely unique, and there was something almost dark about the look in his eyes sometimes. Elliott, the precious goody-two-shoes he was, always managed to be a little flustered and nervous around the blonde. He couldn't help it. The brunette snapped out of his thoughts, slipping on his shoes and heading downstairs to meet his tutor.
Micheal stood waiting, not bothering to even look at food options until Elliott came downstairs. He knew he would be there soon, it was like he could feel the light and goodness radiating off of the boy. He couldn't tell if he wanted to study the boy's innocence, or corrupt it beyond repair, but he felt drawn to it nevertheless. "Elliott..." His full lips spread into a smile, a smile that actually spread to his piercing blue eyes, which it didn't do often. "Did you sleep well?" He asked, that soft smile still on his face. Was it possible that someone as dark and twisted as the Antichrist had a soft spot for someone so pure and wholesome as Elliott? Most definitely, and it was only growing by the day.
Elliott smiled up at him softly, nodding his head as he approached the blonde. "I did, actually, for once," he said with a tiny laugh, sticking his hands in his pockets. He bit his lip, glancing around at the emptiness of the place. It was normal for it to be empty over the weekend, but it was still a little strange for him. "I'm not actually all that hungry, if I'm being honest," he said, looking down at his feet and turning one side to side nervously.
"Good." Micheal allowed his smile to spread and he tilted his head at the response. "Nonsense...you need food to create energy, and you'll need your energy for today, Elliott." He assured, placing a hand on his shoulder and guiding him over to the food area.
Elliott smiled a bit, following him over to take a plate. "I guess that makes sense," he said softly, taking a little bit of the food and waiting for Michael to do the same before going to sit down. He glanced up at the blonde before looking back down at his plate again. Those piercing blue eyes were difficult to look at for too long.
Micheal grabbed his food and sat across from Elliott, taking a bite out of an apple he grabbed. "Have you practiced since last weekend?" He asked, eyes focused solely on Elliott. He couldn't help but look at the male, he was... intriguing, of course he was attractive as well, but it wasn't his physical appearance that really lured Micheal in.
Elliott refused to look up from his plate, now feeling a bit embarrassed at the question. "I've practiced every day, but..." he picked at the fruit on his plate, glancing up at Michael again. "I haven't really been able to do any better." He finally began to eat, but he was too nervous to eat much. The boy would rather just learn, catch up in this class he was failing.
"hm.." he continued to eat, thinking for a moment. "Maybe we need to approach it differently?" He suggested, trying to wrack his brain for ways he could teach his fellow classmate telekinesis. "Are you open to that?" He asked, still studying the male, he didn't really mean to make him nervous, but it was impossible not to be interested in someone so nearly exactly opposite from him.
Elliott looked away again quickly, feeling butterflies in his stomach as the blonde looked at him. He never liked when people stared at him. "Of course," he replied quietly. "Anything it takes so I can finally figure it out." The boy really was desperate at this point. He wanted to pass on to the next level, he wanted to be able to control his powers.
"Hey, you're incredibly talented. This is one area, and you will get it down." He promised, looking down at his plate and finishing his food. "I know you'll get the hang of it.. it just takes practice." The Antichrist reassured him, placing a hand atop Elliott's.
Elliott could feel an embarrassed blush spread across his cheeks. The most popular, most powerful boy in the school thought HE was talented? "Thank you," he said barely above a whisper, taking his hand away before Michael could feel it shaking. "Should we, um... should we get started?" he asked.
Micheal drew his hand back, standing and disposing of his trash. "Let's go to the music room then" he began to walk out of the dining hall, heading towards the most likely empty music room. Most students would find it depressing not having anyone there, but Micheal found a calm, relaxing feeling from it. He turned to make sure Elliott was following him. "Do you have anything else to do today?" His voice shifted from his normal, monotone sound to that of an almost childlike disposition, as if he was letting his guard down around Elliott for the first time
Elliott followed the blonde down the hall, glancing up at him again when he spoke. "No, I finished all my assignments early," he replied, noticing the slight change in Michael's tone. He almost sounded pleasant, like the hint of darkness that was usually in his voice had disappeared. The brunette followed him into the music room, taking a deep breath and trying to focus himself before their lesson began.
"good, that means we have more time" he smiled warmly, that smile that reached his eyes instead of only his mouth. He grabbed a book, setting it on the table and looking over to Elliott. "Take a moment, center yourself, and will the book to you. It's a lot like the mind control, but with inanimate objects most of the time." Before today, Micheal had been trying to get Elliott to think of it as a magic unique all to itself, but he figured relating it to something Elliott excelled in would enable him to learn it easier.
Elliott took another deep breath, calming himself down and beginning to focus. He stared at the book, concentrating on trying to make it come to him. The brunette clenched his fists, his gaze becoming more intense the harder he tried, and after a long while, the book moved forward a few inches. He let out a deep exhale in frustration, running his fingers through his hair. "Good! You're doing much better already." Michael smiled. "Try again, but relax." He moved to stand behind Elliott, placing his hands on his shoulders and squeezing gently. "Release the tension" he whispered into the male's ear before backing away and watching once more.
Elliott felt a shiver go down his spine when the taller boy whispered in his ear, but he tried to shake it off so he could concentrate. He closed his eyes for a moment, before fixing his gaze on the book once more. This time, he didn't take as long to make it move, but it barely moved an inch. He clenched his fists in frustration, trying to keep moving it until he suddenly felt lightheaded. "I can't do it-" he breathed.
Micheal shook his head. "You can. You just have to stop over thinking. Think of it like brushing your teeth, tying your shoelaces, getting undressed for the night..." He whispered the last part as he walked around him. "Think of it as something simple, something you do everyday." He guided, holding his hand out as the book instantly went to his palm, as if it were meant to be there. He placed it back on the shelf and grabbed an unused candle from a drawer. "Try with something lighter." He suggested
Elliott rubbed his eyes for a moment, still feeling lightheaded. "I don't know if I can do this-" he breathed softly, closing his eyes again and trying to relax. He opened his eyes again, looking at the candle and trying to make it move. He bit his lip, gazing at it intensely before lifting his hand to catch it as it flew towards him. He hardly seemed able to process that he'd done it for a few moments.
Michael clapped and smiled "you did it!" He couldn't hold himself back from hugging Elliott closely. He was so proud of him. Any trace of disdain or negative connotation in his tone was completely gone, and his voice seemed so much more cheerful, more like a young man laughing with his friend than an Antichrist.
An almost relieved laugh escaped Elliott as Michael hugged him, and he quickly hugged back. "I did it!" he repeated excitedly, only seconds before realizing that he was so close to the boy. He quickly pulled back from the hug, looking up at him with an excited expression. "Should I keep trying?"
"of course! Let's try with the candle a few more times and then we'll move back to the book." He smiled and stepped back, noting how flustered the boy got when he realized they were hugging. It was adorable, charming, in an innocent way. Something told Michael corrupting that innocence was something he would enjoy doing very much.
Elliott took a deep breath again, trying to concentrate once again. The excited grin slowly faded from his face as he looked at the candle again, trying to make it move. It took a little less time, but he managed to make it fly into his hand again. He did it several more times, before grinning up at his tutor excitedly. "Michael, I'm doing it!"
Micheal smiled "good good, try with the book now, I'll grab us some snacks." He smiled and set the book down, patting Elliott's shoulder. He exited the room, watching as two other students who usually stayed at the school as well walked by. Micheal didn't think too much of it, simply going about his business. When the two boys entered the room, one sneered. "Practicing telekinesis, Grey? Or sucking dick like the queer you are?" He pushed at the smaller male, the other boy snickering along.
Elliott had turned to practice, but hardly got started when the boys entered the room. He stumbled a bit when he was pushed, grimacing. "I-I'm just practicing, leave me alone," he said quietly, refusing to meet their eyes. The other boy crossed his arms, glaring down at Elliott and walking closer, trying to intimidate him. "Yeah? I bet you can't afford Langdon's tutoring with money, so you're blowing him to pay it off."
The other boy sneered "probably letting him stick it up his ass too I bet." He jeered. Michael stopped in his tracks, something was off, and he didn't like it. He made his way back to the music room, slamming the doors open with his magic. When he saw the boys making fun of Elliott he practically seethed with rage. He slammed everyone but Elliott against the walls, raising them up near the top of the room and creating fire under them. "What was that you were saying?"
Elliott stepped back against the wall, his green eyes wide with fear and with awe as he watched the scene before him. "Nothing! Nothing, Jesus Christ man, put us down!" one of the boy's cried out, grimacing as he felt the heat. "It was just a joke!"
Micheal looked to Elliott, and then back at the boys. "Joke my ass. If I ever catch you near him again I wont hesitate to burn the flesh off your bones." He snarled, getting rid of the fire and dropping the boys to the floor. He watched them scamper off, looking over to Elliott with a much softer expression "are you alright?" He asked, concerned.
Elliott watched the flames die down, his eyes still wide, before his gaze snapped up to Michael. "I'm fine-" he excused quickly, wiping away a stray tear from his cheek with the back of his sleeve. "I'm used to it. Happens all the time," he mumbled. The boy turned away, wanting nothing more than to get back to practicing and ignoring that the incident had even happened, but he paused for a moment. "Thank you."
"it won't ever happen again." He promised, nodding softly. "You're welcome...shall we?" He set the book back down. "Take a moment, remember how you felt with the candle...forget any stress." He smiled and brushed the back of his hand over Elliott's cheek gently before he moved out of the way again.
Elliott felt his cheeks begin to heat up when Michael touched him like that, but he tried to bring his focus back to telekinesis. It was difficult to concentrate again after what had just happened with the bullies, but still, he made the book move. It only moved a couple of feet and fell off the table, but still further than he'd moved it before.
Micheal moved around behind Elliott placing his hands on his shoulders again. "Relax, put those insignificant maggots out of your mind and let it go." He whispered, moving back to the other side of the table after picking up the book and setting it on the table again.
Elliott ran his fingers through his hair, taking a moment to calm down and clear his mind. When he finally relaxed, he looked at the book again, concentrating and eventually making it come straight to his hand. "I did it!" he said excitedly, looking up at the blonde with a grin.
Micheal felt overwhelmed with pride and excitement in that moment, and before he could really think about it he found himself wrapping his arms around Elliott's waist, pulling him close and pressing his full lips against Elliott's soft, sweet ones. He closed his eyes, placing a hand on Elliott's cheek.
Elliott's eyes grew wide at first as he froze, unsure of how to react. A million thoughts ran through his mind. Was this a joke? Was it a dream or was it really happening? The brunette dropped the book that was in his hand, the old thing thumping against the floor as he pulled back away from the kiss. Not far, not out of Michael's arms, just enough to look him in the eyes. "Wh-what was that for?" he asked, his cheeks bright red.
Micheal smiled, adoring the innocent blush displayed on Elliott's face. "For a job well done..." He smiled and leaned closer again, kissing the corner of his mouth, a smirk forming on his own lips before he pulled back a little once more, still so close their lips were almost touching. "Did you not like it?"
Elliott's heart felt like it was going to pound right out of his chest as Michael kissed him again, and he shook his head quickly. "N-No, I did like it, I just-" he stumbled over his words, trying and failing to recover himself. "I've never— I didn't expect—you're you, and I'm me—" the poor flustered boy stuttered out.
Micheal laughed a little "and you're adorable." He admitted, running a hand through his dark curls before he pulled away. "Should we take a break, or do you want to try something heavier?" He asked, a candle stick holder flying into his hand.
"Um.." the brunette stuttered out, once again trying to regain his composure. "I should probably keep practicing," Elliott finally decided, his mind still reeling. WHY had Michael kissed him? Of course, Elliott thought he was attractive and intriguing and there was something about his personality that kept drawing him in... but there was no way Michael felt the same, right? Perhaps it was just a game, or the kiss was just an impulse. Micheal nodded, and continued with the tutoring.