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Nikola Tesla was not a boy, man, boy to be trifled with. He might have only been sixteen, thank you birthday for at least adding some dignity to his youth, but he was not someone that you deliberately annoyed. Not unless you wanted to keep your fingers, your car, your pride or whatever it was that you held precious. And someone had made an enemy of Nikola today and for that someone was going down.

"Really Nikola, you're taking this rather personally old sport. School prank, freshmen hijinks."

Nikola scowled at James as he tried to comfort him. Comfort him! Nikola Tesla! Shrugging the hand off his shoulders, Nikola gathered his papers before slamming his locker shut and storming towards the changing rooms.

"This is ridiculous, hand me that towel." Nikola ordered one of the freshman, removing his ruined shirt. Discarding his cufflinks as he began to strip, Nikola examined his beautiful, handsewn, expensive shirt. Slushied. He had been slushied due to his stature and age they had thought that he, he, was one of those ridiculous freshers. Swearing in his mother tongue, Nikola looked up at the other boy in the room about to rant before pausing. Ah, it had to be him didn't it? "Towel, please."

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Alcuin did not as a general rule expect the other students to remember his name. He missed a great deal of school, traveling, catching up with the help of private tutors. And indeed, he had only been back for a few days, after being gone for almost the entire month due to New York fashion week.

This did not mean, of course, that he did not know them, and he'd always had a keen memory for names and faces. But Nikola Tesla stuck out for him anyway, the boy his age who was so clever he was already a senior.

Alcuin had just been wrapping a towel around his own waist, about to go to the showers after running during gym class, when he saw Nikola walk in and then make the demand of him. He wordlessly picked up another and handed it to him.

Nikola turned his attention to the shirt, examining it closely with his back turned slightly on the other boy. Pressing his lips together before holding his hand out and grasping the towel, the fact that his fingertips brushed against the other boy's did not fail to make an impression on Nikola who steadily ignored it. And the colour in his cheeks. At least now his voice had stopped making that rather embarassing noise it had previously been making when he tried to talk to people like Helen and like... him.

Alcuin no Delaunay. Nikola knew exactly who the boy was. He did after all have several magazines in which Alcuin had graced the pages inside or on the cover. The fact that he attended the school had not been lost on Nikola who had to this point, been making a concerted effort to avoid him. And his hair and his... everything.

"Yes, well thank you." Nikola said coughing when his voice threatened to squeak. Nikola sighed at the rather red, vicious stain on his shirt. "I wouldn't attempt to go out there apparently the idiotic seniors who do not have to brain cells to rub together that they want to throw slushies."

And soon when their cars wouldn't start, they would realise the error of their ways. Never piss off Nikola Tesla. "This is never going to come out."

"Club soda and salt," said Alcuin quietly. And then offered him a wavering smile and added, "The only reason I don't get slushied more is because I'm not here as often."

The truth was, Alcuin was bullied something terrible. He was tall for his age, and slender and effiminate in his features - it was his androgyny that made him popular with designers, and the same made him tormented at school. Nearly every day he would hear pretty much every homophobic slur before lunch.

Nikola looked up startled by the soft voice and the wavering smile aimed at him. Pressing his lips tighter together as he tried to control the flush that threatened to spread furth than his cheeks, Nikola took a few breaths before licking his lips and finally parting them.

"I will remember that," Nikola replied after clearing his throat. Opening the locker, Nikola folded his shirt glancing at the other boy before he swore when he realised he had splashes down his legs as well. Fine, Nikola would change and then he would make them pay. Nikola was just glad at least he still had his clothes from his interview for college in his locker.

Removing his trousers, Nikola decided against dabbing his pink sticky chest and opted for a shower. It wasn't like he actually learned anything new in his class and lunch was after that. Wrapping the towel around his waist, Nikola added.

"Yes, well that is the trial of being a freshmen. Slushies. That was supposed to be over for me two years ago. Idiots need a reminder just who exactly I am." Nikola brushed past the boy before turning to smirk at him. "I'm Nikola Tesla by the way. Next time they throw one at you, just make sure they remember your name so they don't do it again."

"I know who you are," Alcuin said, and then ducked his head, looking sheepish. "I mean, I remember you from the science fair. I'm Alcuin. Though I don't think that them knowing my name will help anything."

"I know," Nikola replied before leaning against the doorway to the showers looking at the other boy, Alcuin, with a slight curious expression. Nikola made sure his gaze did not waiver below shoulder level, there were some things that could be explained and blushes were one of them but other things, well those could certainly not be explained quite as easy. "It just has to be how you make the remember that's the thing. And why would it not help?"

Nikola smirked at the mention of the science fair. Honestly it wasn't his fault that none of the other students had the means or motivation to make an electric powered sports car that could actually drive and drive fast.

"Apparently," Alcuin began with a note of bitterness, "my name is faggy. As is my accent, my hair, and..." He waved a hand. "Everything else."

Nikola didn't care one whit people thought about him. He was Nikola Motherfucking Tesla. He was fifteen years old, he was smarter than most of the students in the entire school let alone his year. He had offers to some of the best colleges and universities and he was well, flawless. He didn't care what people thought about him, he did however dislike bullies. Especially when Helen had made it her job as class president to stamp that sort of behaviour out.

"Your name is... that is ridiculous. How stupid can the pupils of this school get? Your hair is gorgeous, your accent isn't strong unlike mine and your name can hardly be described as faggy and as to everything else, well clearly they are blind." Nikola drawled, rolling his eyes as he tugged at his towel. Nikola idly glanced at his nails before looking up with a smirk at Alcuin, Nikola moved round the corner placing his towel in the corner before stepping into the showers as he shouted around the corner. "Next time they say those sort of things, come to me and I'll deal with them for you."

Nikola was bound to succeed everyone knew that but they hadn't yet quite figured at what yet. Whether it was science or invententing or taking over the world.

Alcuin couldn't help but wonder what it was that Nikola would do to "deal" with the boys who were twice his size. And as for the rest... he was accustomed to people complimenting him, just not people his own age.

Since he had about to go into the showers himself, he followed suit, sliding the towel off and finding the showers empty except for Nikola, now under one of the sprays of water. Alcuin padded up to one adjacent.

For one of the shows Alcuin had walked the week before, his back had been painstakingly covered in a henna tattoo. It hadn't washed off yet.

Nikola had been a twelve year old genius freshman in a high school filled with boys who were six years older than him. Nikola soon made their decision to try and tease the boy a regrettable one. Nikola was smart, clever and decidely underhanded and at fifteen, he had gotten even more underhanded and sly as the years had gone by.

"I swear I will never drink a frozen drink again," Nikola muttered to himself, standing beneath the water for a moment and allowing himself a moment of clarity. Leaning against the wall, Nikola allowed his head to droop as the water cascaded down his back. Glancing at the other boy, his curiosity got the better of him and he reached to touch the tattoo. His fingers brushing against his skin before he pulled his hand away, cheeks flushing. "Not real I imagine. Henna?"

Alcuin was surprised when Nikola touched him, but didn't seem bothered by it. His cheeks also flushed a little, but it could have been from the heat of the shower.

"It is," he confirmed. "It took such a long time. I find I like it, though. Maybe someday I'll make something like it permanent. What do you think?"

Magazines, pictures, stolen glimpses really could not do Alcuin justice. There was something that the cameras managed to capture but it left a lot out and a lot to the imagination and Nikola's imagination was spectacular. Apart from Helen, Nikola had very little interest in the other students romantically. They were boring but there was something about Alcuin no Delaunay that wasn't boring.

"It's beautiful," Nikola replied almost absentmindedly before delivering Alcuin his usual devilish smirk. Nikola used it to hide how he truly felt, people heard his words but the smirk threw them and often made them think he was insincere which was fine with Nikola. He had his own games to play. "Just like it's owner."

Nikola tried to school his cheeks not to flush too much, to give the game away before he plunged his head beneath the spray. Covering his face with his hands when he was afraid it might say too much.

Alcuin was fifteen, and though he'd been doing print advertisements since he was a child, he had only been in the world of adult runway modeling for about a year. He was propositioned with some frequency, typically by men who had no idea how young he was, occasionally women as well. He brushed it all off easily.

And despite that, he had very little experience with romantic advancements by anyone his own age - so much that he wasn't even sure if that was what was happening.

"Thank you," he said softly, looking at him for a moment (again, quite above the neck), and then moved under the spray himself, sliding his hands up into his hair to soap it.

"Nikola, do you..." he began, but then heard someone else enter the showers. And he cut himself off abruptly. The last thing he needed was for anyone to get the idea that he was being faggy in the showers.

He hated it, but it was probably clear: He really was afraid of them.

Nikola glanced beneath his fingertips at Alcuin, looking at him as he began before he cut himself off abruptly. Nikola didn't like that, the fear. No one should ever feel like that. Nikola looked down, glimpsing bare back and tattoo before he ran his hand up over his face, through his hair before shaking the water droplets out behind him. Turning the water off, Nikola tossed a smile at Alcuin raising an eyebrow at him before grabbing his towel and wrapping it around his waist.

Nikola gave the intruder a 'I will cut you' stare before walking over to his locker. Nikola might have been younger than most seniors but he certainly made an impression and he was certainly never to be messed with. Ever.

Opening his locker, Nikola began to change slowly waiting for Alcuin. Not that he would admit that but Nikola wanted to know what he was about to ask before he was interrupted. Rolling up his sleeves, Nikola turned leaning back against his locker as he slowly buttoned his shirt up.

Alcuin emerged from the shower a few minutes later and was glad to see that Nikola was still there. After he pulled on his pants, he moved beside him to finish dressing.

"I was wondering..." he began. "If you might be willing to help me with physics. I'm terribly behind from missing school, and I think... I think you're smarter than the tutor my uncle hired."

He paused, and then added quickly, "I could pay you, of course."

It might also had something to do with wanting to spend more time with him, but he wasn't about to say that.

Nikola turned his head, glancing at Alcuin as he began to redress. Nikola might have been a senior but he was a teenage boy and Alcuin had been the source of his attraction for some time now. Not that he had admitted that to anyone, not even Helen or James and definitely not John or Nigel.

"Ah, physics one of my favourite subjects." Nikola replied, folding his collar down and making sure his appearance was flawless before he pulled his waistcoat on. Looking at Alcuin, Nikola considered the proposition carefully before nodding. Science, money and he got to spend time with Alcuin no Delaunay what could be better? "I won't do your tests for you or help you cheat but if you really want a tutor and don't mind a hard taskmaster then okay, I'll tutor you. Do you want to start today?"

"Oh no, I really do only want to learn," Alcuin assured him quickly. But then he looked a little relieved at the answer. "Yes, would you like to simply come with me after school? My, ah... driver picks me up."

"That's a shame, that you only want to learn." Nikola replied before offering Alcuin his famous smirk. The same one he usually gave to Helen whenever he was complimenting her intelligence, her legs, her ass, her breasts, her eyes, her face, etc. Nikola picked up his cufflinks, pocketing them before nodding. "That suits me fine. Do you have your curriculum? Never mind I'm sure I have my notes still with me, somewhere plus I have an excellent memory."

Nikola grabbed his things, nodding at Alcuin. "I'll meet you outside after the bell then?"

Alcuin finished buttoning his shirt, and smiled at Nikola. "Yes. Great, thank you, I... I'm looking forward to it."

Nikola closed the locker, looking at Alcuin with a smirk before adding.

"I wouldn't take the main corridor today, it is haze the freshmen day after all. There's an emergency exit at the back of the Science classrooms that is always open, I'd go that way if you want to avoid slushies." Nikola added before waving bye at Alcuin. Taking the main hallway, Nikola glared at a group of jocks who winced and turned around walking the other way. "This is how it's supposed to be."

Nikola spent the day in relative undisturbed peace, he sabotaged the cars of the idiots who had slushied him during his lunch period and reset one of their school grades back to an E. Heading outside after the final bell, Nikola added the final flourish to his sweet revenge before waiting for Alcuin.

"You're late, trouble?" Nikola asked when he finally spotted Alcuin.

"I had to change my shirt," Alcuin sighed, not quite meeting his eyes. "Same old thing. At least it didn't get in my eyes this time."

There was indeed a little bit of blue slushie in his hair.

Though before Nikola could respond, Alcuin waved out at the line of cars, and without thinking took Nikola's hand, pulling him out towards an expensive black towncar.

Nikola was about to make a suggestion when Alcuin took his hand, silencing every question and idea that Nikola had. Glancing down at the hand with a silent smirk, Nikola followed Alcuin as he pulled him towards an expensive looking town car. Waiting until they were seated inside, Nikola reached across the car to Alcuin's hair. Fingertips brushing Alcuin's cheeks before Nikola plucked the blue slushie from Alcuin's hair.

"You had a bit in your hair, all gone." Nikola replied sitting back in the seat. It was nice, much nicer than anything that anyone in Nikola's home village had. "Who was it? Just out of curiosity."

"Thank you," said Alcuin with a little smile, a blush. "It was, ah." He glanced toward the front of the car, but Alistair as usual was paying little attention to anything but the road. "Brad. Andrews." His mouth tightened in a straight line. "Welcome back, he always says." And a few other things that Alcuin didn't want to repeat.

He leaned forward then, and said to Alistair, "Straight home, please. Nikola is coming along, he's tutoring me. Is Anafiel back yet?"

"No sir," the driver said. "Mr. Delaunay will be delayed in Paris for another day."

"I'll take care of it," Nikola murmured. Nikola noted the names, glancing out the window as they drove past. Nikola smirked at them, giving them a two fingered salute before sitting back in the seat. Nikola couldn't decide how to proceed by erasing trust funds or grades or both, perhaps a subtle word first. Blackmail was always a possibility. Nikola did love playing the game with these idiots, they were so easy.

"Anafiel? Is he your father?" Nikola asked curiously after a moment before placing his hand down on the seat between him and Alcuin.

"My uncle," said Alcuin, settling back against the seat. "Well, not actually my uncle. He was my father's best friend, they grew up together. When my father died he became my guardian. I was very young, so he's like a father to me."

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