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Welcome to Atlantis Academy! (Lia && Chokuro)

"I'm sorry that we worried you, sweetheart." Calder kissed his son's temple and stepped back, laughing a little. "You can wear whatever you want, Lucifer. Just make sure everything that's supposed to be covered is." Not that he thought the boy would dress provocatively, but he had to mention ground rules just in case, because centuries of parenting had caused that. "I'd offer to take you shopping, but I think Aunt Relic would be offended if he wasn't able to make you pretty things."
 
Lucifer giggled softly, pulling him tighter and he hugged him a little more. He sighed softly. "But I think I like girls, Dad and ... and what girl wants to be with a dress-wearing weirdo?" he whispered, gripping him more. He really needed to get that off his chest. He really did not know what to do anymore. He felt conflicted and had been waiting to tell them for so long.
 
Ah, so that's where this was going. With his arm slung around Lucifer's waist, the blond stopped to formulate his answer. "There are lots of girls out there, Luci. And if you keep hiding who you truly are, then you're much more likely to be hurt once someone finds out and is shocked." Calder smiled at his son. "And for the record, you're not a weirdo. Your Uncle Tomias? He's a weirdo. Jupiter? He is too. You? With your mother's genes? Not so much.

"Besides," he added, "you should ask your aunt about the girls that flung themselves at him when he and your Mama were on tour."
 
Lucifer nodded a few times, sighing softly. "Thanks." he whispered, kissing his cheek gently. "That's what I needed." he hugged him once more, laughing. "He was a rock star. Of course they threw themselves at him." he laughed and gripped him a bit more. "Thoguh ... he had girls before that too, didn't he?"
 
"He did. Just don't remind Mama of that." Calder laughed a little with the memories. "I think that you should talk to your Aunt, sweetheart. He can help you far more than I can." The blond smiled and kissed Lucifer's cheek a little before lifting the tray of chocolate covered strawberries and moving back into the living room with them. "Chocolate!" Liam clapped his hands together when he heard the word and the blond laughed a bit more. "Yep. Rune's son."
 
Rune grinned. "Course!" he laughed and sat down on the chair, scooping up the boy to rest him on his lap. "This is why we love, Daddy, youu know." He whispered and kissed the boy's cheek befoer looking back over at his husband."

Lucifer walked over to where his family was and tugged at Relic's hand to drag him off to talk for a bit.
 
Laughing, Calder moved behind his husband and wrapped his arms around Rune's shoulders. "I'm sure there are other reasons why you love me..." he whispered hotly into the other man's ear, giving the lobe a sharp nip to punctuate his point before moving to sit on the sofa next to Tanner. "So. Tell us about the past few months."
 
Rune leaned toward the other and nipped at the area behind him before turning his attention back to the toddler on his lap. He smiled a little more, enjoying the boy far too much.

Lucifer returned after a while, in a nice, flowing dress. Black with red polka dots and a red thin ribbon around his hips. He moved to sit beside his Papa, kissing his cheek softly with a giggle.
 
Slipping into the back of the classroom, Bohdi leaned against the wall with his arms and legs crossed. He enjoyed observing his husband's classes. The blond smiled at Trevor and the children, watching them interact with the lecture and each other. So what if he had other duties to attend to? They could wait. And besides, he could sweet talk Nikkos if he needed to, which he never had to do before anyway.
 
Trevor glanced over to Bohdi for a moment and then went back to teaching. His long hair was pulled over his shoulder in a long braid, hanging to his hip. He really only got more attractive with age. He looked down at one of the students' notes and shook his head a little bit. "Backwards." he whispered and pressed his finger to the area where he had mixed up the facts.
 
"I disagree," Gregory commented, reaching out and grasping his teacher's wrist. Just that little contact caused a spark in him, and the plain looking, bespectacled boy had to fight to not shiver. He had noticed the man at the back of the classroom, and rolled his eyes at him. He was always coming in and distracting Trevor! It wasn't fair! This was supposed to be his time with the man!

When he had the other man's attention, the mousey brunette pointed to the paper. "See? Even if it wasn't the most popular step up here, this step here corrected it... I still got the right answer."
 
Trevor paused and looked down at the page. Actually leaning a little closer to read through the teen's scribble. He stared at it for a while before straightening to his full six-foot-one height. "You are correct, Gregory. However, it is easier to answer the problem if you switch the two numbers in the beginning. But, as you said, you have the answer." He looked over the problem once more, crimson hues fluttering over the page. "Although, I am not sure if that style will work for every problem. Try the next one, please, and see which answer you get." With that, he turned and began to walk toward the other students once more.
 
Pride swelled in his chest with the words and the brunette smiled as he moved to the next problem. He took his time, double and triple checking his work before raising his hand to call his teacher back over. Gregory was absolutely sure that he had the correct answer, and was prepared to argue his points, too.
 
Trevor spotted the boy's hand and nodded before finishing up with the student he was currently beside. He then made his way back to the boy. He looked down at his problem, looking the answer over a couple times before he sighed. "That's what I was worried about, Gregory. See this?" His slender forefinger pressed to one of the numbers. "This one changed your answer by two. Your way almost worked, and I am glad that you are determined. Why don't you stay after today and I will help you with the problems?" Class was almost over and he did not really wish to keep him up.
 
Wrong? That wasn't possible! He seethed, but tried to keep the anger bottled up, breathing in deep breaths to try and stay calm. The words 'stay after' conflicted him. On the one hand, he was wrong. On the other, it was time spent alone with his teacher... Gregory only nodded, eyes kept to his paper.

Bohdi watched, keeping a close eye on the brunette. Something told him that it wasn't all okay with that boy. And as Trevor finished up with helping him, the blond motioned for his husband to step out into the hall with him for a second.
 
Trevor made his way outside, stepping to the side of the door so that he could still peek into the room , but pay attention to his husband. He looked down at the blond, smiling warmly at the man. "Yes?" He asked, eyes staying with his while he waited to see just what his commentwould be.
 
Leaning up, Bohdi pecked a small kiss to the man's cheek. "What's his name?" He pointed towards Gregory and nodded when Trevor answered him, committing the name to memory. "Be careful with him, sweetheart. He's...angry, I think." He didn't have words to put to his bad feeling, but he hoped that after so many years together, his husband would be able to understand what he was saying.
 
"Gregory." he stated, looking toward the boy then back to his husband. He nodded and leaned down to kiss his forehead. "I will." he whispered and then leaned away once more. "I think he is just angry that I told him he was wrong." He shook his head a bit, smiling. "But I will definitely be wary of him. Especially since I know it will put you at ease." He glanced to the time then once more back to him. "Class is almost over. I'm going to go back, but I will see you for dinner, okay? I think Mama and Papa are still on a kick of eating with us and Lucifer."
 
"No, that's not it, Trevor." He reached forward and took his lover's hand to hold him there for a second longer. "He had an odd look in his eyes when he realized I had entered the room, and there was no reason for him to take your wrist at first, either." He really had a horrible feeling and while Trevor had said that he would be wary, Bohdi still had the urge to explain and maybe make absolutely sure that the other man understood how he felt. "I'll wait out here for you." He didn't trust the boy as far as he could throw him, and the blond wanted to make sure that his husband would be okay.
 
Trevor paused and looked back at him. This man really did bother him, didn't he? He leaned down to kiss his lips. "I will leave the door open too, then." He kissed him once more before straightening up and heading back into the other room. He smiled to the kids, looking at the time and then back to the class. "Class dismissed."
 
He breathed a small sigh of relief and sat down outside the doorway, paying close attention to what was going on inside.

When the class was dismissed, Gregory stayed in his seat, still looking down at his paper. How could he have been wrong? He was never wrong! The brunette sighed softly and waited for Trevor to come to him while trying to come up with a valid argument about why he was actually right.
 
Trevor made his way to where the other was. he pulled a chair to the front of the boy's desk. "Walk me through your steps, please." He was not unreasonable at all. That was one reason why he seemed to be everyone's favorite teacher. Though, in comparison, how could he not be? He looked down at the paper, looking over everything. "Actually, how about we do a problem together? This way, I can see what you are doing. That work?"
 
Nodding, the brunette shifted his chair closer to the other man's so that their shoulders were touching and began to work out the next problem. He went slow enough so that Trevor could stop him if he wanted, but still, Gregory didn't think that there would be any reason to. "So see?" he asked as he came to the part of the problem that had apparently "tripped him up" earlier, "if you move that there, and carry the six then it all works out!"
 
Trevor watched the boy doing the problem, eyes staying with the paper, not thinking all that much about the contact. He remained quiet for a moment more while he checked the boy's work "That's true." He agreed, reaching past him with a soft 'excuse me' and took the prior problems, comparing the two and trying to see where he could have found fault. "I do apologize, then. It seems that I was wrong earlier. Sorry."
 
Groaning, Bohdi opened his eyes, or attempted to. He got them half open and whimpered as the brightness of the room assaulted his brain. The blond had no idea where he was, but he knew that he hurt in just about every place one could hurt. His arms were stretched out taught above him and fastened to...something. A bed frame, if he was correct in assuming he was lying on a bed. His feet were tied to either corner of the bed as well. He had no idea of what time it was, or what day, or how long he'd been there. He had glimpses of memory when the drugs had worn off in the middle of being raped and his capture(s) not wanting to stop to inject him again, but even they were fuzzy and fleeting. He groaned again, wishing for the blackness to take over once more.
 
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