bdsm + magic = ?

"He's brilliant, Joe. The most brilliant student I believe I've ever taught. I look at him and I see a mini you. But the school only teaches them the basics - doesn't give them the opportunity to go any further. You don't have a sub. Why wouldn't you want him?"

The dark haired male groaned as he squinted down at the words on the page before him through large lenses. "Kevin," he growled, adjusting the dorky glasses on his face, "I am trying to study."

"The great [i]Joe Jonas[/i] still sudies?" Kevin gasped with mock amazement, approaching the desk where the man was seated. Books were scattered around him, journals and loose-leaf papers with scribbled notes stacked in crooked piles, pens and papers here and there. A small ledge on the front of the desk acted as a shelf and held jars of various things, cups of pencils, a few boxes of breath mints with assorted amounts left in them, a half empty cup of coffee that hadn't been taken back to the kitchen, and a box of tissues turned on its side. Bookshelves went from floor to ceiling in the room around him, two of them holding books, and the third one holding bottles and vials of different colors and shapes. The whole room was a mess, but Joe always magnaged to find exactly what he needed.

"Honestly, I don't know how you find anything in here," Kevin said, walking to the desk and righting the box of tissues. Joe's head snapped up and he whacked Kevin's hand away.

"Don't touch anything! I know where everything is. I'm working on something important - if you move [i]anything[/i] it could all be ruined."

Kevin moved backwards, raising his hands in the air dramatically. "Alright, alright. I'm not touching anything. You could use one of those breath mints right now, by the way. Have you been up all night?"

Joe huffed in annoyance and opened one of the tins, popping one into his mouth. At the reminder of how tired he was he rubbed his eyes under his glasses, fixing them afterward and flicking a bit of crust off his finger."Yeah."

Kevin sighed. "Will you eat least meet this kid? He wants a master. He wants to learn. And he has enough potential to be [i]your[/i] student. You haven't had a sub since--"

"Kevin, I-- I just can't, okay? After what happened with my... last one..."

"Tyler was using you. He was corrupt, and no one could have seen it beforehand. He was a danger to everyone, and you did what you had to do."
"Then why do I feel like a monster? What right did I have?"

Kevin sighed, going to the side of the desk and carefully sitting on the edge, looking down at his brother. His eyes were still furiously pouring over the text in front of him, giving him something else to concentrate on instead of those horrid memories. "Joe, it was one undeserving life or hundreds of innocent ones. Maybe it would have been thousands. You... extinguished him-- before he could use his powers for more evil."

"You make it sound like some stupid comic book," Joe said defensively, marking his page and closing the heavy book in front of him. He pulled his glasses off his face, closing the temples and setting them down on the little shelf.

Kevin reached forward a bit tentatively, resting his hand on top of Joe's. The wizard was shorter and skinnier, and his brother's hand covered it like a turtle's shell. "It isn't your fault, Joe. Only a handful of people can be trusted with the powers that you have and handle the responsibility of them. That's why we want you to take on these subs... to teach them a few things, to see if they'd be fit. This world needs more people like you to keep it safe, and if it means getting rid of people like Tyler... so be it."

He heard the truth in Kevin's words. Pulling his hand free, he rested his elbows on the table and his forehead in his palms. "So this kid..."

"Well, he's not a kid. He's eighteen. An orphan, actually - been living in the residential hall at the academy since he was a kid. His parents--well, he doesn't talk about them. I don't know what happened, but Crosby might."

"Uh huh..." Joe looked up at him, pushing some of his long bangs aside, wishing he would cut to the chase. "And what makes this kid so special?"

"Well, you can really tell which ones are dedicated and interested in the true craft of magic, and who want to just to make shit disappear and fly. Nicholas is one of those rare gems who are the former. He's got amazing control over his abilities, he's one of the hardest studiers and most naturally brilliant kids I've ever seen. Ask any of his teachers. I never see him at lunch or durring free periods without his nose in a book, studying or simply reading for pleasure. He often complains that he can't reach his full potential at the academy, learn all the things he'd like to learn, and he's right. You'll see when you meet him..."

"Who says I'm going to meet him?"

Kevin's eyebrows raised, as if amused, and then they furrowed. "You have to meet him, Joe. He needs you. And, frankly, you need him."

Joe opened his book again and replaced his glasses. "There are other teachers," he said dismissively, looking back down at the text.
Kevin closed the book forcefully, almost crushing Joe's fingers between the covers, taking his glasses off and setting them aside. "There aren't any as great as you. You need to get over this, Joe. You're depriving this child of learning - depriving the world of someone who could bring about great change, as you have. And you're keeping yourself trapped in this bottle. You're pretending it never happened, but at the same time you're letting it take over your life. Tyler was a monster, okay? He would have killed people if - Joe, [i]look[/i] at me - if you hadn't gotten rid of him--"

"Stop using these fucking analogies! I [i]killed[/i] him, okay? I killed him. Just [i]say[/i] it."

Kevin let out a breath, remaining calm. "Killed. If you hadn't killed Tyler, he would have hurt many innocent people. Everyone agrees. That's why they didn't take you to court. But you need to get past it. You love magic, Joe. It's your passion, your skill, you calling. You, with your knowledge, have a res[i]pon[/i]si[i]bil[/i]ity to pass it on to someone worthy. Will you just meet him?"

Joe lets out a breath, staring at his brother for a long moment. After a few long heartbeats, he puts his glasses back on his face and opens the book again. "I'll meet him," he says gruffly, "but right now, you've got to leave."