The fury in Lucio's eyes was unlike anything Ansel had ever seen from the young man before. His heart ached as Lucio recoiled from him and spat back some choice words, leaving the professor scrambling for a response that didn't sound particularly desperate, but he was having trouble forming words that he thought Lucio would find convincing. "Sweetness . . . " he began, but the words wouldn't come. He realized now that although he had rejected Ian's advances twice, he hadn't been particularly adamant about pushing the young man away once he had started molesting his body. He should have been more aggressive in removing Ian from his person, he realized this now, but Lucio had to understand that Ansel wasn't going to do anything, he wasn't going to let things go any further. But Lucio had caught him in a particularly compromising position, and the professor knew that no amount of sweet talk was going to get him out of this without some amount of ire from Lucio. If Ansel needed to endure a verbal lashing to get Lucio to calm down, he was willing to take that without complaint.<br/><br/>"Baby, I understand how it looks. I should have pushed the little slut off of me," he replied simply, bowing his head in submission to Lucio's anger. But it didn't seem like the beautiful Englishman was listening to him. Lucio had pushed past him and was now making his way to Ian, who was laughing on the floor. Ansel's body stiffened in response, and he worried for a moment that his sweet, typically passive Lucio was going to throttle the boy and he would have to pull him off to keep Lucio from killing him. Strangling Ian didn't seem to be on Lucio's mind, not yet, but he was certainly intent on causing great bodily harm to his cheeky rival. Ansel stepped forward when Lucio's hand wrapped around the handle of the skillet, and although he called out to his lover, it made no difference. Lucio sent the skillet flying toward Ian's head and the professor watched as the youngest male just barely avoided it, letting it crash into the wall behind him.<br/><br/>"Lucio, what the fuck?!" Ansel hissed, quickly looking over to Ian as the boy squealed in response. The spray of bacon grease most certainly hurt, but overall it looked superficial. The stove had been off long enough that the grease was cooler than scaldinghot, which probably saved Ian's modeling career. He grunted as Lucio pushed past him and swept up the stairs like an angry hurricane. He gave Ian a quick pass over, a look of deep resentment on his face. "Rinse yourself off and you'll be fine, Ian," he said, shaking his head as he turned and rushed to follow Lucio up the staircase and into the master bedroom.<br/><br/>"Baby, Lucio, listen to me," he pleaded as he stepped instead, gliding across the room to his lover's side and reaching for him once again. "First of all, you can't be throwing skillets at people's heads. You could have seriously hurt that kid. Secondly, sweetness, I know how it looks but I promise you I had no intention of entertaining him. He wanted me to fuck him and I declined. Twice." The words were rushing out of Ansel in a flood of fear. unsure of how to get Lucio to see the truth of the situation.<i>Why the hell didn't I just toss the kid and be done with it?</i>Ansel wondered, groaning as he attempted to engage Lucio once more. "He knew who I was. Apparently he shadowed one of my classes before, and he had this fucking devious little plot to out me if I didn't have sex with him.<br/><br/>"He said . . . he said that you would leave me if I lost my job. That you were only into me for my money. I didn't believe him, but that was the angle he was playing. I suppose he thought playing on my insecurities was the way to my cock." Ansel licked his lips and clenched his jaw in that intense way of his, his brows furrowing together as he stared intently at Lucio. He didn't like admitting to Lucio that he had doubts about anything, especially his darling's love for him, but even those who played around in the minds of others hand vulnerabilities and openings in their armor that could be taken advantage of, and Ian had certainly done his best to breach those openings and get underneath Ansel's skin.