1. Chapter 1 (1/1)

yeah, this just happened a couple of months back and i thought i'd stick it up here. also, i felt i should post a fic so i can announce that i will be away (i.e. not spamming the archives) from around about now - in theory - to about tuesday. i have a crazy week coming up.

disclaimer: none of this is mine, except some theories about necks.

bertrand seemed to be in a worse mood than usual. vlad had never worked so hard in training, and now as he pulled his tutor in for a kiss it seemed that he was going to have to fight for that, too. bertrand practically attacked him, pinning him to the floor as his hips rolled against vlad's, his tongue plundering his mouth.

"bertrand!" he pulled away with difficulty, meeting the fire in his tutor's eyes with a bewildered gaze. "what's wrong with you today? are you alright?" bertrand let out a frustrated noise and vlad found himself surrendering to another

uising kiss, moaning as the older vampire rocked against him again."no." he finally pulled back with the single word, dropping from his lips like bitter poison. "no, i'm not." vlad scrambled to sit up, forcing bertrand to move off of him."what's wrong?" he curled himself around bertrand, wrapping his arms around him from behind, absent-mindedly placing a kiss at the base of his neck."i let you do that." vlad made a soft 'hmm' noise as he nibbled at bertrand's neck, his tongue flicking out to taste skin."do what?" there was half a snarl in bertrand's reply."that. do you know what that means to a half-fang?" vlad had never thought about it. "i'm giving you complete power over me and i don't even care, i trust you."

vlad rested his head on his lover's shoulder, pondering that for a moment."so why are you angry? do you want me to stop doing it? i thought you liked-""i do!" he spat the words. "i do, that's the problem. i love it when you do that." he made a strange sort of choking noise. "just you, nobody else has ever been allowed-" he

oke off.

vlad shifted so they could sit face to face, studying bertrand's features carefully. then, very slowly, he tilted his head to expose his neck. bertrand stared at him; for a genius he could be really thick sometimes."is that why you never touch my neck, bertrand?" he nodded. "well, here. i submit. i'm yours. do what you like." he was only translating his own body language; the significance of the gesture would not have been lost on even the least subtle of vampires. bertrand hesitated."i can't. you're-""if you say 'the chosen one' i'm out of here." bertrand fell silent and vlad moved closer still, taking bertrand's hand in his and placing it on his neck. he was a born vampire; he'd never been bitten, but that didn't mean he didn't still instinctively know that to expose his neck was to court danger. all sorts of things could happen if a vampire bit another;

eathers rarely bothered to find out that a vampire could even be slain in that way, but it was true. still, he fought the involuntary shiver that ran down his spine and sat quietly as bertrand's thumb ran gently over the sensitive skin. his tutor's lips were suddenly on his again, even more urgent than before.

"you really trust me that much?" vlad nodded, surprised when bertrand closed his eyes as if contemplating something painful. "...i think... i love you." he waited for vlad to laugh, to tell him vampires didn't love, that he was a pathetic, sentimental wimpire."good. i love you too." bertrand froze for a second, and then his head was on vlad's shoulder, lips just barely touching his neck. vlad sighed contentedly and wrapped his arms around his lover. "...even if you are a complete idiot sometimes."