4. Chapter 4 (1/1)

probably the last chapter - this is where i stopped writing and it seems a fair place to leave off. hope you've enjoyed!

disclaimer: not miiiine.

they were studying in the training room again, a week later, when bertrand suddenly stood, walking over to the door and locking it. vlad raised an eye

ow."am i about to be yelled at or are you just getting territorial again?" something about the serious way bertrand was regarding him made him uneasy. "what's wrong?""i have something for you." vlad's stomach churned; he hated surprise gifts. they had a tendency to zap him and foist responsibility on him."it had better not... a bookmark?" he followed the line of bertrand's arm up from the small piece of leather he was holding out. "you're giving me a bookmark.""yes.""it's not made of old vampire?""no.""it's not the official bookmark of the chosen one?""no.""no special powers or dangers attached?""no."

vlad took the bookmark and stared at it for a moment."thanks. but... why are you giving me a bookmark?""so you won't lose your place when we need to talk." vlad slipped the gift into the book he was reading and looked up."so why now?""we need to talk." he closed the book with a sigh and stood, trying to

ing himself as close as possible to bertrand's level. had bertrand realised he didn't want to be with him after all? or decided that as his tutor, he needed to maintain some distance between them?"ok. let's talk."

bertrand didn't move for a moment, didn't even blink, and when he did there was no talking involved at all. he simply wrapped his arms around vlad and kissed him, somewhat carefully, as if he thought he might

eak the boy. vlad knew how to

eak him out of that now, though, and rested a hand at the side of his neck, stroking gently with his thumb. as he'd expected, bertrand relaxed, his kisses becoming more fiery as he backed vlad up against the wall for support. then, as suddenly as the kiss had started, it was over and bertrand was standing close, looking frustrated with himself.

"that's not how i expected

eaking up to go.""

eaking up?" bertrand's frustration turned into confusion. "is that what you think i want to say?""isn't it?""vlad, i want... i want to revisit our conversation from a while ago. when we agreed to wait.""you started kissing me, you can't blame me for teasing you-""do you still want to... not wait?" suddenly vlad understood what bertrand was trying to say."oh. yes. i mean, if you want-" he was prevented from finishing his sentence by bertrand pressing him against the wall again, channelling everything he'd ever felt into the kiss for fear he'd explode if he didn't. when he pulled back, both of their eyes were almost black with desire. "...you want.""yes.""what's changed?" bertrand moaned slightly as vlad ran a hand through his hair."even my self-control has its limits.""so... we're done waiting?" his voice was soft in bertrand's ear, and bertrand wondered where he'd learnt to be so sexy."done waiting." he repeated stupidly, but it was confirmation enough for vlad, who kissed him again, pulling him so their bodies were flush against each other.

"dinner is served!" renfield's voice outside the locked door effectively killed the moment and they

oke apart guiltily, but then vlad gave his tutor an awkward smile."later?"

the word had never been so full of promise.