A/N: This got out of hand. Lol. The song is Bruises and Bitemarks by Good With Grenades. Enjoy and thank you for all of the lovely reviews and wonderful attention. I do quite enjoy it. :D

Two single hearts on fire, currently on the wire, as inhibitions fade, a focused moment made,

Bruises and bitemarks say, takes one to bring the pain, passion lies in screams of ecstasitic dreams,

DPOV

Vanya is able to sleep in his room exactly twice. Once for an afternoon nap after he came home from a mission and once later that same night. They'd done nothing in the bed that night but laid together. They'd talked and slept and that's it, figuring they had time to figure things out between them and opting to just be there together. But after that night, it's hard to find any time or place to do anything since Luther and Allison keep trying to find ways to follow him around.

It's irritating.

Diego had managed to have two good days and two good nights with Vanya before Luther is suddenly super interested in who he may or may not be banging on the sly. Maybe that's what he gets for being so secretive about everything. But, he just doesn't like everyone in his business. He'd thought that was reasonable.

Klaus helps as much as he can, as does Vanya, but they can only do so much without rousing suspicion.

To make matters worse, Diego can't stop thinking about those two awesome days and nights and he feels like he has a constant hard-on. Take it from him, it sucks to walk around like that and he hasn't been able to make it go away for any extended period of time. Luther had been concerned for his limp for all of five seconds before Diego had threatened to castrate him and give Luther a reason to limp around. Klaus had went into hysterics, like falling down, clutching his gut, tears rolling down his face and ruining his mascara hysterics.

Vanya had turned red and left the room as quickly as was practical.

Don't get him wrong, they've been able to hang out somewhat, though Luther wants to know when they became friends, too. He's even managed to kiss her a few times. But the fun of getting caught has turned all too real and much less fun. If Luther or Reginald found out, they'd want to separate them, even though Luther would be more hesitant. Reginald isn't a big believer in fun, the mission always coming first and Luther takes everything the old man says as gospel. Reginald would want Diego focused one hundred percent on that and nothing else. Vanya has always been an afterthought for the man. They're not allowed to have friendships or relationships outside of the Academy, either. It might hinder their willingness to risk their lives if they have someone that cares about them.

Diego can say that, truthfully, knowing Vanya is at home makes him more willing to run into danger so that it can't find its way to her. He doesn't think he can bear the thought of him refusing a mission, or failing one, only for it to come back and bite him by taking her away from him somehow or hurting her in some way.

He can't lie, though, some of it has been fun, trying to be even sneakier than usual and get away with it. He likes to see where he can touch her when someone's back is turned to make her get flustered and turn red. Usually he'll lean close and whisper something in her ear, pinch her hipbone, grab her butt, normal things that don't offer much risk of being too noticeable. Though, Klaus had been next to him when he'd slapped her butt once and Luther had turned at the noise so Klaus pretended that it was his butt that got smacked.

Luther had looked slightly uncomfortable and Diego had thought it was hilarious so he'd played it up, smacking Klaus on the butt for real. Klaus had squealed and jumped, running to hide behind Vanya as Diego had moved to chase him. Luther had left the room really fast when Klaus mentioned playing hide-the-salami and Vanya and Diego had collapsed in laughter.

"The things I do for you two." Klaus had mumbled before leaving the room, too, shaking his head the whole way.

Diego had barely gotten to kiss Vanya before Klaus yelled Sir Reginald's name and they heard a deep sigh come from the older man.

The good news is, he'd had a mission yesterday and it had required some hand-to-hand fighting. He'd gotten reprimanded later on by Sir Reginald but he'd been able to take out some of his frustration on a few bad guys. Even Luther had just sat quietly on the way home, giving him space and staring at him like he's a rabid dog. He might have gone a little overboard. Maybe.

And of course, Luther had included it in his report.

Sir Reginald would have found out anyway, he can't really blame Luther for that one. The two men had to go to the hospital before they went to jail. If they made it to jail.

Maybe it was wrong of him to do that but he feels like his own skin isn't right. Too tight, or something. Now that he knows the way that Vanya feels, the way she tastes, the noises she makes, he wants to learn more. He wants all of her.

Crawling out of bed, he gets dressed for the day with training in mind. He pulls on black tactical pants, a black t-shirt, and black boots, leaving all of his other gear off for now, except for a few knives here and there. But, they don't count, he always has knives on him. Even when he sleeps, there are more than a few knives within reach.

He makes it all the way downstairs before he hears Sir Reginald giving someone a lecture. Curious, he creeps down the hall and peeks into the parlor. Vanya is standing in the middle of the room in nearly shredded jeans and his stolen black shirt that she'd kept. She's holding her violin in the ready position as Reginald moves around her, critiquing her posture, despite her back being ramrod straight.

"Dismissed." Reginald finally says, seeming to catch sight of Diego standing in the doorway. "Number Two, come in here. You'll be working with Number Seven today, in the weapons room. I've already given her the itinerary."

"Yes, sir." Diego says, not letting anything show in his tone, much less how excited he is for the day to get started now. He'll actually be alone with Vanya today. For hours. He can't wait to get through breakfast.

Judging by Vanya's smirk as she turns away, she can't wait, either. And he halfway wonders if she hadn't set this up somehow.

"If you haven't learned something by the end of the day, Number Seven, we'll have to consider extending your punishment. Number Two, I want you to show her what I mean when I say I want proper posture."

"Yes, sir." Diego says. She did do this on purpose.

If Vanya is serious about anything, it's her music. The fact that she slacked off in any way so that she would get to spend the day with him means more than he's willing to say. He's actually surprised that she'd risk her music like this. Reginald could make her stop playing if he wanted.

Then what would she do?

Diego tries not to think about it as he leaves the room, Vanya next to him after she put her violin in its case and left it with Reginald.

"He'll give it back when I've earned it." She tells Diego, answering his unvoiced question. "It won't take long."

Vanya sends Diego a smile and then laughs when he nearly walks into the kitchen doorway, distracted as he is by the prospect of spending part of the day with her. He can't help but grin as he follows her into the room.

They help set the table and carry bowls of oatmeal into the dining room, Vanya grimacing at the hot cereal as if it offended her somehow. Diego wants to laugh at her expression but he says nothing as they make it through breakfast as quickly as possible before being dismissed.

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