The bully and the shy one Part 2 "Declaration of war"

In the first part, Damián and Nico, two 18-year-old boys, were forced to work together on a biology project, which revealed an unexpected connection between them. However, the apparent truce was brief.

During the first few days after their encounter, Damián did not behave like the usual bully at school. However, his friends, noticing the change, began to tease him. "What's up, Damián? Are you Nico's boyfriend now?" they asked, laughing. Damián, annoyed and embarrassed, vehemently denied it. "What are you idiots saying? That loser came to my house and wanted to suck my dick, but I told him no," he blurted out, inventing the lie in an attempt to maintain his reputation.

The news spread like wildfire throughout the school. Nico soon found out and felt the blood rush to his head out of pure rage. He decided to confront Damián directly, but not in person. He sent him a message: "Why are you making up those things about me? You have no right." However, the damage was already done. Some classmates began to make fun of Nico, although Damián was not among them.

Upon receiving the message, Damián felt somewhat guilty, but the pressure to maintain his image in front of his friends was too strong. He replied coldly: "Calm down, Nico. It was just a joke. It's not that serious." Nico read the words and felt how the anger transformed into a cold determination. He would not allow Damián to get away with it so easily.

Days passed, and Nico began to plan his revenge. He knew that confronting him at school would be useless; Damián would always have the support of his friends. He needed to lure him to his territory, where he would have control. With a strategy in mind, he sent another message: "I need to talk to you in person. Come to my house this afternoon. It's important."

Damián, feeling a bit unsure, agreed. "Okay. I'll go after class." Nico smiled upon reading the response. Everything was ready.

That afternoon, Damián arrived promptly at Nico's house. "Hi," Damián said in a neutral tone, not daring to show too much emotion. Nico invited him inside and led him to his room. He closed the door behind them, creating a private and intimidating atmosphere.

"We need to talk seriously," Nico began, trying to remain calm. "Why did you say all those lies about me? What do you gain from it?" Damián shrugged, pretending indifference. "I was just having fun, Nico. Don't take it so seriously."

"Having fun? Do you know what I've had to endure these days?" Nico retorted, his voice trembling with contained rage. "You think you're so funny, right? But you'll see that it's not so funny when it comes to you."

Damián raised an eyebrow, intrigued but also nervous. "What are you talking about?" Nico took a step toward him, his gaze firm and determined. "I'm talking about justice. About making you understand what it feels like to be in my place."

Before Damián could respond, Nico pushed him onto the bed, his movements quick and decisive. Damián, surprised, tried to get up, but Nico was faster, holding his arms. "What the hell are you doing, Nico?" Damián exclaimed, feeling a hint of panic.

"I'm going to show you something, Damián," Nico said, his voice low but firm. "I'm going to show you what it means to be humiliated, what it means to have no control." Damián tried to struggle, but Nico's determination was unyielding. "Leave me alone, dude. This is crazy," he protested, but his words fell on deaf ears.

Nico leaned over him, his lips very close to Damián's ear. "This is just the beginning," he whispered. "If you want to keep humiliating me, you'll have to go through this first." Damián swallowed hard, feeling a mix of fear and curiosity. "What do you want from me, Nico?"

"I want you to understand what it feels like to be vulnerable," Nico replied. "And if you can't handle it, then you'll know what you do to me every day." With those words, Nico loosened his grip, allowing Damián to sit up partially. "Leave, if you want. But you know this isn't over."

Damián, still dazed, sat on the edge of the bed, looking at Nico with a mix of confusion and something else. "You're crazy, Nico," he finally said, but without the usual confidence in his voice. "Maybe I am," Nico responded, crossing his arms. "But at least I know who I am. And you?"

Damián didn't respond immediately, his mind racing. "You're right, I don't know what I am," he finally admitted, his voice barely a whisper. "But I don't like what I'm feeling right now."

Nico moved closer, his face just inches from Damián's. "And what are you feeling, Damián?" he asked softly, although his eyes shone with a fierce intensity. Damián hesitated, his eyes momentarily drifting away. "I don't know," he replied, although they both knew it was a lie.

"What you're feeling is fear," Nico said, his tone almost compassionate. "Fear that someone else has control, fear of facing what you really are." Damián closed his eyes, struggling against the emotions that overwhelmed him.

"Maybe," he admitted with difficulty, opening his eyes to find Nico's gaze. "But I don't know how to handle it."

"Let me help you," Nico whispered, leaning in slowly until his lips brushed against Damián's. The latter held his breath, his body tensing, but he did not pull away. The kiss was soft at first, a timid exploration that soon turned into something more intense.

Damián responded to the kiss with a desperate urgency, as if all the internal conflict faded away in that contact. Nico's hands slid over Damián's body, pulling him closer, deepening the kiss. Damián moaned softly against Nico's lips, his resistance finally crumbling.

When the kiss ended, both were panting, their foreheads pressed against each other. "This... this doesn't change anything," Damián murmured, although his voice lacked conviction. Nico smiled, a smile full of knowledge and power.

"Of course it changes things," he replied. "And there's something else you need to know." Damián looked at him, his eyes full of unasked questions. "What you said at school... that I wanted to suck your dick... couldn't be further from the truth."

Damián frowned, confusion clear on his face. "What do you mean?"

Nico looked directly into his eyes, his voice firm and confident. "I'm not passive, Damián. I'm active. So if someone is going to suck someone's dick here, it won't be me."

Silence filled the room as Nico's words sank into Damián's mind. He opened his mouth to say something but found no words. The reality of the situation slowly settled in his mind, bringing with it a mix of fear, astonishment, and something he didn't want to admit: a latent excitement.

Nico got off the bed and headed toward the door. "See you tomorrow at school," he said, giving Damián one last meaningful look. "And remember, this has only just begun."

Damián remained seated on the bed, his mind tangled in a web of emotions and thoughts. He knew that his life had taken an unexpected turn and that nothing would ever be the same. But what troubled him the most was the growing sense that, somehow, this was exactly what he needed.

As Nico closed the door behind him, a small smile appeared on his lips. He had won the first battle, but the war had only just begun. And he was ready for whatever came next.

To be continued...