An Unfortunate Lapse in Judgement

AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is a one-shot (perhaps a couple more chapters to come) that is based from an original role play my friend and I are writing. If you want more info, feel free to read the quick blurb in my profile! The story might make a bit more sense that way, but really, everything you need to know is in here. Thanks!


Tobias Gray figured he looked sufficiently unlike himself for the party, dressed in a snug crimson dress shirt with its sleeves rolled up to the elbows, and tight dark jeans. It was a celebration for nearly completing their first year at Gray’s Academy for Genetic Advancement, a school for the “gifted”- or “mutants”, as general society would rather have such individuals pegged. He knew he must be suffering from temporary insanity to let his twin brother drag him out when there were finals beginning the next day. Not to mention the vile, loathsome host of the party, whom he’d no doubt have to suffer. Nevertheless, Alexander had a remarkable habit of convincing him to do questionable things, and Toby had a habit of being easily convinced. “Dude! Speed it up, Dem will murder me if I’m late for his bash!” came Xander’s voice through the bathroom door. Toby rolled his eyes in obvious contempt- he despised his brother’s snobbish, rich-boy best friends Adrian and Demetri. He caught one last look in the hall mirror, brushing back his dark hair to frame his face, and adjusting his glasses.

They arrived promptly, but it was already packed. Some horrible mix of techno dance music pumped through the speakers, making him cringe as they sifted through the crowd. Xander brought him a glass of punch, but proceeded to down the whole glass himself, to be sure it wasn’t spiked. It was barely ten minutes later when Xander was dragged, laughing and tipsy, into the mass of grinding dancers. Toby had expected as much, pleasantly preparing himself to leave, but the vacant spot next to him was swiftly filled by the host of the party. His displeasure was certainly evident.

Demetri King had a glass of punch in hand, looking like a God as usual, and Toby consciously forced himself not to stare. Chestnut hair mused back from his brow, crisp white dress shirt and black button-up vest fitting him perfectly, one hand slipped in the pocket of his matching black dress pants. Whereas Toby was too tall and too gangly, Demetri was just perfect. There was a wicked smirk dancing on the other boy’s lips, and an arch to his eyebrow. Out of any possible ability, why did King have to end up with telepathy? The boy had even been known to push thoughts into a person’s head on occasion, should the mood suit him. Toby felt a sharp wave of anxiety rip through him as the other boy touched his wrist. “Good evening Gray, you’re looking handsome tonight” he purred, calm and smooth, but Toby knew ‘handsome’ was code for ‘fuckable’. What a presumptuous asshole. “I brought you a drink- just punch, of course. Think of it as a peace offering” Demetri passed him the cup innocently enough, but Toby refused to be fooled that easily. However, a sudden voice at the back of his mind suggested he drink, and so he took a gulp at once.

By half an hour later, he had a dreadful feeling that something was wrong with the situation. He glared down at the deep pink drink clasped in his hand, which seemed to be betraying his coherency, wondering vaguely if it was still his first cup, and whether it have ever strictly been fruit punch. Each time this thought crossed his mind, some irritating part of his brain seemed to change the subject. Toby resigned himself to another sip and cringed as the whole room began to spin. Demetri’s face in front of him seemed foggier than usual, and though his lips were moving, Toby couldn’t seem to discern what he was saying.

“You’re much easier to deal with when you’re wasted” cut through the fog, and Toby could see he was grinning like an insufferable prick. He felt Demetri’s strong hands lingering at his hips as a voice in his head suggested that he wanted to dance. There was some sort of mindless, mellow rhythm droning in the background, as those hands began moving his hips in time with the beat. It was a pleasant enough feeling, and he saw no need to protest when the hands came to rest on the curve of his ass, squeezing firmly. Toby was brought in against the solid warmth of the other boy’s body as he raised a hand to grip the back of Demetri’s neck, laughing as he nearly spilt the drink down his shirt. The dizzy feeling surrounding him was suddenly overwhelming. He was certain his knees would buckle if he let go, so instead he pressed in closer to the stable form next to him. Their hips moved faster together, bodies grinding rough and stimulating, and he felt something wet and warm against his ear- a tongue tracing the outer shell. A traitorous sigh of content left his lips at the sensation.

The sudden feel of fingers raking through his hair was soothing until they gripped a handful at the back of his head, yanking back. Toby choked a groan, but it was swallowed by the lips that closed over his own. His protest melded into another light sigh as he vaguely took note of the downward rush of blood between his legs. He heard Demetri chuckle. “Well, this is a pleasant surprise. I wasn’t expecting you to be such an easy piece of ass” he taunted, backing Toby a few steps into the wall and surveying him like a strategic predator would its helpless prey.

He advanced, pressing his thigh into Toby’s hardness and capturing his lips once more in a persistent kiss. Demetri‘s tongue slid across the pouted bottom lip, eliciting a gasp which allowed him to plunge into the warm cavern, taking full advantage of the situation. He pulled back rather soon, a smirk playing at his lips as he brushed the pad of his thumb over the curve of Toby’s mouth. “A tongue piercing? Gray, I never knew you were so kinky” his tone was mocking, but his appreciation was obvious by the mutual erection acquiring friction against Toby’s thigh. He stared at Demetri’s smirking face, allowing himself to be pawed, until he felt a distinct pressure at the front of his pants. He glanced down to find the other boy palming his erection through his jeans, watching as he pulled the zipper down and slipped his hand through in one practiced movement. Toby felt a sudden panic well up inside his chest, despite the haze of his mind.

“King, s-stop” was all his voice could muster before Demetri grasped the base, and his cock twitched with desire. “Oh god...” he moaned, biting down hard on his bottom lip to restrain the embarrassing little noises from escaping his throat. The thumb rubbing the tip of his hardness made speech entirely impossible for another minute. “We should...Mmph...s-stop, I-I don’t feel well, and-” his protests were silenced by a hand covering his mouth, pushing his head back into the wall and provoking a pounding headache.

Demetri was rolling his eyes by the time his vision focussed. “Shut up, Gray. You let me put my hand in your pants, there’s no turning back now” he growled, shifting his hand to squeeze Toby’s balls, removing the hand covering the boy’s mouth in time to hear a sharp gasp. Toby’s hold on his drink slackened immediately, and he managed not to notice as it fell to the floor in a mess. “Are you good to continue?” Demetri asked needlessly in mock concern, taking the other boy’s breathless whimper as an affirmation. However, he removed all contact and took a step back, joining their hands. “Let’s go back to my room. As much as I enjoy an audience, this is a bit excessive” he mused. Toby could not begin to protest as he was pulled through the crowd toward the exit. A few people glanced as they passed, while some outright stared- Tobias Gray and Demetri King? Not a chance. It occurred to him briefly that Demetri had wanted to make sure everyone saw them together, in order to compromise Toby’s reputation. Conveniently, his erection stopped him from caring.

He allowed himself to be pulled to the elevators, and just barely managed to hold back his laughter as the other boy suckled his Adam’s apple, despite the crowd of young people packing into the steel box with them. It wasn’t long before Demetri was unlocking the door to his dorm room, pulling Toby inside by the collar of his shirt, before promptly locking the door once more. He slumped into a large crimson armchair, looking impossibly elegant with one leg crossed over the other, elbow propped up and his chin resting in his hand as he observed his prey. “Strip for me, Gray” he growled casually, eyes raking in judgement over the other boy’s covered body.

Swallowing so hard that he was certain it was audible, Toby locked eyes with Demetri and obeyed without question. He removed his high-top sneakers and socks first so they wouldn’t be in the way, then with shaking hands he undid the clasp of his belt and unbuttoned the front of his jeans. The way the other boy watched him would have been frightening were he in his right mind- sharp eyes, unkind smirk and all. As it was, he couldn’t look away, only able to focus on the desire for more of his touch and attention. He hooked the waist of his jeans, pushing them down his legs slowly and stepping out. Demetri eyed his fingers closely as they rose to push open each button of his dress shirt, one by one, revealing a lean and toned torso. Toby peeled back the material and let it drop to the floor behind him, eyeing the other boy’s visible erection straining against his pants. He hesitated for the slightest moment, as if part of his mind was attempting to convince him this was a horrible decision, inhaling deeply before taking the final plunge and pushing his boxers down to join the pool of clothing on the floor.

He was unable to suppress a light moan as the cool air emanating from Demetri’s open window touched his bare skin, his cock throbbing freely as it ached for attention. “Touch yourself” Demetri purred, and it was an obvious order, rather than a suggestion. Toby was the fly in his web, and his hands seemed to move of their own volition. His lips parted in a silent moan as his fingertips lightly brushed a nipple to hardness and Demetri shifted closer in the chair, eyes riveted on Toby’s actions. As he brushed a thumb over the other nipple, he began to palm the base of his solid erection. It was surprisingly hot, and raised to his touch as he gave it long, languid strokes, with a flick of his wrist at the tip. Toby let his head tilt back, running a hand through his hair as he closed his eyes, raising his hips to meet the strokes of his fist, but it wasn’t nearly enough.

The sound of soft footsteps enunciated the silence, and he opened his eyes to see Demetri within his personal space, the self-satisfied smirk inevitably in place. His movements ceased immediately, hands dropping to his sides, and the other boy took one step closer to press against him. “Do you want me to touch you?” it was a question with an obvious answer, but Toby nodded none the less, which seemed to please Demetri. He dipped his head in close, lips hovering tantalizingly close to Toby’s ear, the feel of hot breath sending a shiver down his spine. “You’ll have to beg me for it” the amusement and control were practically dripping from his voice. With the sole purpose of adding insult to injury, he added “On your knees”.

An indignant grunt sounded from his throat, which only served to fuel Demetri’s infuriating smirk as he rested his hand at the back of Toby’s neck and gestured toward the carpeted floor. Toby allowed his arousal to take control of the situation, and soon he was resting on his knees in front of the other boy, face in perfect alignment with the crotch of his pants. A small voice in the recesses of his mind suggested he continue to stroke himself, and he was quick to comply. He ran his tongue over the palm of his hand, effectively slicking it before he began to slowly pump his erection, letting out a sharp hiss at the tingling pleasure that shot through him. “Oh god” he whimpered, peering up at Demetri’s cold face with large pleading eyes. “Please” his breathing was laboured as he jerked harder “Mmmph, fuck! Please, just touch me, I-I don’t care how-” he stopped short. Demetri’s hand was rubbing steady up-down motions at the front of his own pants, licking his lips with a smug stare, and the sight almost had Toby coming right there. “Please, anything” he begged.

Demetri pulled down the zipper of his dress pants and tucked a loose strand of hair behind Toby’s ear with his other hand. “Mmm, you’re gorgeous when you plead like a whore” he mused condescendingly, bringing his erection out through the open zipper and securing his hand at the back of Toby’s head. “Go on, show me how bad you want it, slut” his words were harsh, but his tone was seducing, and Toby found he wanted to taste the hard flesh. He leaned forward, running his tongue cautiously along the underside of Demetri’s cock, finding the taste rather pleasant. His tongue rubbed teasingly at the tip before his inhibitions left him, and he sucked the tip fully into his mouth, letting his tongue stud slide over the underside.

Demetri’s heavy moan was accompanied by sharp pain at the back of his head as the other boy gripped at his hair, though he managed not to complain as more of the hard length was pushed forcefully into his mouth. Toby sucked the advancing length thoroughly to the back of his throat, releasing a deep groan around it, which had Demetri breathing out a curse. He began to bob his head the way he’d seen the stars of porn films perform before, and each time he reached the head of the organ he swirled his tongue fully around it. Demetri’s grip on his hair was relentless as he began to fuck Toby’s mouth slow and steady, but it wasn’t long before he pulled his head back roughly. His breathing was heavy, and he began to unbutton his own shirt. “Christ Gray, I wasn’t expecting something quite so enthusiastic. I didn’t feel you gag once. They do say practice makes perfect, but I never would have expected as much from Daddy’s little princess” he taunted with a growing smirk, undressing fully in fluid motions.

Toby’s mouth ran dry at the sight in front of him, mind racing with thoughts of being fucked long and hard by that body, with its smooth skin and flawless features. “If you insist” Demetri chuckled, hearing his unspoken desires, and advancing on him until he felt the back of his knees hit the bed. A sharp push left Toby flat on his back, luxurious sheets pooled around him, with Demetri’s thighs situated at either side of his hips. Toby had a hard time understanding the foreign feelings coursing through him, as he was still a virgin, but he would wrap his brain around all those issues later.

“A virgin?” Demetri exclaimed with a sharp laugh. “Honestly, you’re still a virgin? Well, let me thank you for presenting me with such a golden opportunity” he mused as he pressed his hips forward to brush their erections against one another. Toby felt his breath hitch at the back of his throat, watching as the other boy straddled him and leaned down to close the space between their bare bodies “I’m going to desecrate the sweet and innocent Tobias Gray from the inside out, and I’ll make sure everyone hears about it” Demetri whispered next to his ear, brushing his lips down smooth flesh and plunging his teeth in at the nape of the neck, just enough pressure to draw blood. Demetri’s lips and tongue sucked relentlessly at the tender area, effectively marking him, as Toby writhed in pleasure beneath him.

He watched Demetri shift to rest between his legs, propped up by one arm and hovering over him with crushing force. Two fingers stroked Toby’s cheek in an almost condescending gesture, one which could be disguised as affection, thumb stroking the edge of his jaw. The index and middle fingers came to press against his plush bottom lip insistently. With slight hesitation, he parted his lips and took the fingers into his mouth, sucking them generously and swirling his tongue along the tips much like he had done with Demetri’s erection. The other boy hummed in satisfaction above him before pulling his hand back. “Spread for me” he ordered, and Toby obeyed, parting his legs further and bending one at the knee. He could feel his heart pounding in his chest, and its beat thrumming in his throat- his nerves seemed only partially numbed.

However, there was barely time for second thoughts as Demetri pressed the tips of his slick fingers to Toby’s entrance and pushed in with little warning. He gasped at the feeling, and the dull wave of pain that shot through him caused him to arch away from the fingers. “Uh, m-maybe we should take this slower...You know, call it a night?” he suggested in a small voice as the intruding digits only pushed in further, ignoring his protests.

“Not an option, Gray” Demetri growled, dipping his head down to rub the tip of his tongue over a nipple just as his fingers found the tender spot inside the boy. Toby’s gasp was pleasure induced then, arching back into Demetri’s ministrations wantonly as he hit his prostate gland. “Don’t worry, I promise I’ll make you feel good” he assured him, and there was that affection again. If he had been in his right mind, Toby would have known immediately that it was false, a show put on to ensure the reputable Demetri King got a good fuck that night. It would only be a sweet bonus to ruin the school genius, Tobias Gray’s reputation at the same time. As it was, none of this directly crossed his mind, and he returned the smirk that was directed at him. He lifted his hips to meet the thrust of the fingers as Demetri steadily pushed in a third finger to join the others. They began to scissor slowly within him, providing a constant pressure at his prostate and turning him into a writhing mess of wanton mutterings.

Toby was lifting his hips continuously with the fingers, running his hands through the other boy’s hair and murmuring his appreciation in barely audible moans. “King, please...Mmm, fuck me” he begged, and there was no nervous stutter, only urgency as he looked at the boy’s hand fisting his cock. Demetri pulled his fingers out and reached for the bedside table, no doubt for a bottle of lube, Toby assumed. He grabbed his wrist and shook his head. “Don’t bother, I don’t care, just take me hard” he whispered, spitting on his own hand before using it to briefly moisten Demetri’s erection.

“You dirty whore” he moaned in disbelief as Toby wrapped his left leg around his hips and guided the hard length toward his entrance. Demetri grasped the right leg from under the knee, bending it harshly forward to the other boy’s chest to allow for an easier access. “I’m going to fuck you like an animal” he growled, listening to Toby’s breath hitching in his throat, and the avalanche of thoughts running through his mind. He locked eyes with his prey as he pushed his hips forward, only forcing the tip into the tight cavern before pausing to watch the emotions play over the other boy’s face. After moments had passed, Demetri refused to wait longer and risk the common sense returning to his partner. With a steady thrust of his hips, he was fully sheathed inside the impossible tightness and warmth, unable to hold back a moan as the muscles clenched around his erection. “I’ve never ridden a virgin before” he breathed with a smug smirk already in place as he pulled out partially and thrust back into the willing body.

Toby groaned in pain through the first few thrusts, as his partner worked up a steady rhythm, his muscles struggling to accommodate the length. When the tip of Demetri’s cock soon hit his prostate gland with pressing force, his groan became a sharp gasp of pleasure. He urgently gripped a handful of the boy’s hair with one hand, while the other splayed across his back, nails raking across the skin. “Holy fuck” he breathed and heard Demetri’s brief laugh, though he thought nothing of it, rocking his hips to meet the increasing pace of their thrusting. The dull pain continued, but it was masked by the feel of pleasure beginning to well inside him. He was overwhelmed with delicious friction as Demetri gripped his erection with a strong hand, fisting it in rough strokes to their established rhythm, and the pain seemed to vanish. The solid cock pounding into him with merciless determination was the only thing that mattered at that very moment.

Toby vaguely realized his moans were embarrassingly loud and drawn out, still heard clearly above the sound of the head board knocking against the wall, and the protesting squeak of the mattress beneath them. Had he been sober, he would have known that Demetri wanted their experience to be loud and rough- the perfect degrading fuck to hold over Toby’s head indefinitely. He savoured the sharp scrape of teeth that he felt drag across the flesh of his throat, and the warm tongue sliding along the shallow mark. Demetri moved a hand to slide under the curve of his ass, gripping and kneading with bruising pressure as he used the position to help Toby’s hips buck up to him harder. Toby bent that leg further, resting his foot at the small of the other boy’s back. “Mmmph, Demetri” he moaned out desperately. “Harder...Please, harder!” he practically screamed, clenching his fingers in the boy’s hair and digging his nails into the muscles of his shoulder.

Demetri seemed more than pleased to oblige, as he began to thoroughly slam into the body beneath him, hissing at the sting of nails in his skin which only served to satisfy him further. “Go ahead, Gray, scream for me. I’m certain the whole floor can hear you already. Let them know who got you to give up your dignity” he jabbed smugly, with a sharp thrust against the other boy’s prostate and a tug of his leaking erection. Toby was quick to please, submitting completely to the smirking asshole above him as he screamed out Demetri’s name repeatedly, accompanied by deep moans and harsh curses. “I want to watch you come” he began, teeth tugging at Toby’s ear lobe. “All over yourself”, he whispered into his ear, running his tongue possessively up the side of the boy’s face. “All for me” he finished, jerking the twitching cock in his hand, a twist of his wrist at the sensitive tip as he slammed himself in powerfully.

Toby’s orgasm ripped through him like a natural disaster, Demetri’s name sounding from his lips once more as he came hard across his own clenching stomach and abdomen. Demetri rode out the boy’s orgasm in sharp thrusts, watching with devious pleasure as Toby marked his own body with the sticky evidence of their encounter. The sensation of muscles clenching tight and hot around his cock, as well as the grasping hands and moans of his own name, brought on his own orgasm. He emptied himself into the tight cavern with a series of animalistic thrusts, tugging Toby’s head up painfully by the hair to look at him as he finished. A brief thought suggested he had never come so hard in his life.

“Now you’re mine, Gray” Demetri purred as he eventually pulled out and released his iron grip, placing a final kiss on the other boy’s lips. He leaned over the naked body to grab Toby’s shirt from the floor, using it to wipe up the white mess from the boy’s chest. “I can’t wait to see the priceless look on your face in the morning. I’ll have to set my alarm so I don’t miss it” he mused, laughing aloud as he moved to lie beside Toby, pulling the covers over the lower half of their bodies. The boy looked entirely exhausted, and Demetri shifted in closer to stroke his cheek. “You’re going to be sooo mad at me” he sighed, grinning as he draped an arm over Toby’s shoulders and watched him curl in closer. “Good boy” he purred before closing his eyes.

The next morning brought a world of pain for Tobias. The moment he drifted into consciousness his head began to pound relentlessly, his entire body aching in protest, particularly his ass. He figured he must have slept funny after having plenty to drink at last night’s party. Toby rubbed his eyes to coax them into opening, and eyed his surroundings with wary surprise, finding them entirely unfamiliar. He seemed to be lying on his side in the middle of an enormous bed, a sea of crimson sheets tangled around him, and then his eyes fell on the arm slung over his waist. His heart skipped a beat as he regretfully noticed the room smelled of sweat and sex, his brain reluctantly drudging up recent memories of someone’s lips on his neck and hands all over his body. “Oh no” he whispered aloud, groaning and registering for the first time that his body was bare underneath the thin sheets. “Oh nooo” he groaned again, burying his face in the pillow and shaking his head, refusing to believe anything of consequence had occurred the night before.

“Good morning, Gray” came from behind him, his heart leaping into his throat as he absolutely refused to recognize the obvious owner of the voice. Ever so slowly, he turned his body to see an equally naked Demetri King lying next to him, wearing a smirk that would have made Satan blush. It certainly made Toby blush, his jaw dropping open in utter disbelief, attempting some sort of indignant stammer that wouldn’t seem to come out properly. Naturally, this only served to widen the other boy’s smirk as he propped himself up by an elbow to peer down.

“I had better be dreaming, I’d better not be here” he warned, sitting up in one sharp motion and pulling the sheets close around him, an icy glare directed to Demetri. “This is some disgusting nightmare! There’s just no chance I would let anything happen with a deceitful prick like you” he snapped, almost succeeding in convincing himself of it as well. He pushed his bangs away from his face, his skin still lightly layered in sweat from the night before, as thoughts rushed at him- thoughts of the other boy’s smug face looking down on him and of his own pathetic moaning.

Demetri watched him in amusement, chuckling as Toby flinched away from the fingers that stroked his cheek. “Well, thank you for the compliment. However, I’m afraid I didn’t hear any complaints last night when you were begging for me to give it to you harder” he mused, taking advantage of the other boy’s evident shock to bury his fingers in Toby’s hair, thumb tracing his cheekbone. “Anyway, ask anyone down this hallway, I’m sure they heard you screaming my name” he shrugged, faking nonchalance as he watched the boy’s face contort in disgust and disbelief.

“Th-that isn’t true, I mean, I-I haven’t even ever...I’m a virgin!” Toby insisted, ignoring the suspicious aches of his body which suggested otherwise. He covered his face with his hand in frustration, rubbing at the angry tears welling in his eyes. “And I hate you!” he justified through his hand, clenching a fist into the sheets and feeling a shift in the mattress next to him, a hand patting his thigh in mock consolation. He shifted away from the other boy’s contact and crossed his legs.

Demetri rolled his eyes with a heavy sigh. “Sure you do, but that certainly took a backseat last night, didn’t it?” he sat up as well, stretching back against the headboard. “It’s amazing what a little spiked punch and a couple pills of rohypnol will do to a person, hmm? I was still surprised I got into your pants so easily, I’d expected you to at least put up a fight” his sole purpose was to rub the situation in Toby’s face. “If I had pushed it, I’m certain you would’ve let me fuck you into the wall at the party, so you ought to be thankful I had some tact...Besides, if we had stayed downstairs I never would have been able to catch your fall from grace on tape” he finished in a whisper, feeling Toby’s body stiffen at his words. Demetri smirked brushing his fingertips across Toby’s cheek and lifting his chin to meet his eyes. “How about we talk this over after round two, hmm? I’m not quite finished with you. I’ll bet you’d let me come down your throat this time” he edged on, reaching up to uncover Toby’s face, only to have a surprisingly fierce fist smash into his nose. “FUCK! Goddamnit Gray, you broke it!”

Toby reeled back, chest heaving as he refused to let the angry tears slip down his face, and he felt a familiar burning sensation running down the length of his arms. “You...” he took a breath to steady himself. “You taped us last night?!” He stood at once and frantically searched the floor for any article of clothing, settling for slipping on his own boxers and Demetri’s dress shirt from the night before. The burning gathered intensely at his hands when he looked back to the other boy, and he failed to notice that flames had erupted from his own fingertips. “You don’t get to call me a slut, and you don’t get to show that tape to anyone King. This was all just a horrible lapse in judgement...” he growled, hands clenching into fists which were soon surrounded entirely in fire. As he opened his hands, flames came jutting in angry bursts from his fingers, catching mainly on the bed sheets and curtains. They spread rapidly and Toby turned his head to see most of the room up in flames, his demeanour shifting immediately. “Shit!”

Shaking the flames from his hands, he snatched Demetri’s wrist and dragged him out of the fiery room, pulling him down the hall as the small inferno spread to the lobby of the residence wing. He shoved the other boy away from him as soon as possible, and had to smirk at the fact that Demetri was still naked. Surprised students came rushing out of their rooms to see half of the wing burning, sprinklers finally setting off a torrent of water on the crowd. As the water hit Toby, his skin began to steam from the sheer heat, but at least it distinguished the burning sensation inside him. Soaked to the bone, and with numerous eyes on him, he stalked off down the hall. He found he was unable to regret the sudden disaster, despite thoughts of the inevitable wrath of his Father, though he did regret missing his English Lit. final. He was so absorbed with the situation that he failed to notice the small black tape hidden snug in the pocket of Demetri’s dress shirt.