Chapter 07: Lessons In Private

Markeith

She was nervous. She wanted to scream and run away but the better brain decided to tell her to just get it over with. Besides, it was not as if she was there as his girlfriend, but as his student, right?

Three quick knocks on the door.

Thud, thud, thud.

Revi appeared behind the door, his annoyed expression becoming nonchalant the moment he recognized that it was Markeith just outside his flat.

"Professor," she said, breathlessly.

"Darkwood," he said, making way for her to pass through.

Revi lead her to the living room, where stacks of books were placed atop of one another. Markeith recognized them instantly as the books Revi used in his classes. Each one was twice as thick as the other.

Markeith sat on the couch, Revi perching beside her.

"Let's begin with lesson on Donatello," Revi said.

Great. He truly meant business when he said business.

It took Markeith a lot of time to copy down the important parts Revi lectured. It was pretty easy, considering how he lectured as if he truly was in class. The only bonus she received was Revi explaining the parts she couldn't understand, meaning that she didn't have to whisper to Rian to inquire what he meant by which, getti g to eat his cooking, aside, which was undeniably scrumptious. By the fourth hour of the lesson, Markeith had managed to catch up to her peers in notes.

She looked at her battered watch and stretched.

"Thanks, Revi," she grinned at him while fixing her things. "Now, I don't have to panic and run around looking for notes."

She stacked her notes neatly in a folder, inserting her pen in between pages when she felt an arm wrap around her. Warm breath tickled her ear that sent her shivering as Revi whispered, "Who said that I allowed you to go?"

Before she could react, Revi was right in front of her, his lips right at her mouth. She opened hers, letting his tongue snake into her tongue as both faught for dominance.

He lifted her up, carrying her as both tangled in a heated battle.

-.-.-

Revi

He kicked the door open to his room, laying Markeith on top of the bed as he placed wet kisses on her jaw.

Markeith moaned, wriggling underneath him with fervor.

He pulled away and watched Markeith from the top, seeimg how her eyes were hazy as her breasts rose up and down. Sweat ran down her forehead as her hair lay scattered on his sheets.

He placed a hand on one breast, squeezing it.

Markeith closed her eyes, whimpering at the sensation he brought her.

"More?" he asked.

She breathed out, "Yes."

He caressed her leg, asking, "More what?"

Markeith let at a frustrated sound.

He smirked, although subtly, as he raised her shirt slightly. He caught sight of her navel and placed a kiss just above her belly button. Then slowly, he traced a wet line on her stomach to her swells that heaved up at down at each contact.

"Revi..." she moaned.

"Impatient, aren't we?"

With her assistance, he lifted her shirt up, followed by the disentangling of her red bra, which he threw on the floor (this was one mess he was willing to not pay attention to). Pink, perked up nipples greeted him, and he couldn't help but flick his tongue on one of them. With that simple gesture, Markeith's hands went to his hair, letting out a loud moan at the sheer moment of pleasure. When he was done, he went to the other breast, treating it the same way he treated the other.

He soon got bored with fondling her breasts. He went for her pants and took his time peeling them off, making her writhe underneath him in frustration.

"Stop teasing me," she whined.

He let out a throaty chuckle, inserting a finger into her tight wetness, and how she was so tight.

One finger, then two, and then three. With each finger, he thrust into her, imagining how she would feel around his own cock, making his bulge harden to a higher degree. Soon, he let his tongue taste her opening, relishing her salty taste in his mouth.

"Revi," she said, meeting his thrusts, "I'm...AAAHHHH!"

She panted at her release, her eyes closed.

Revi got up from her and took off his shirt and his pants. When he turned to face her again, she was ogling him, looking him up and down.

"Like what you see?" he asked.

She nodded, although nervously.

He cupped her face, whispering, "We can still stop."

She shook her head, whispering back, "I don't know how to do this."

He smiled at her, a gentle smile he never thought he could show as he said, "I'll teach you." He raised his erection, commanding her, "Lick."

She eyed his bulge with wide eyes, but, obediently, she licked him with a curious hesitance.

A shock unlike any other engulfed him as she took him in. She sucked him long and hard, moaning and sending vibrations throughout his body. Then, her hands touched his, carrying them to her head.

What's this?

He couldn't help but find this submissive Markeith rather...sexy.

He grasped her head, and thrust deep into her throat. With each thrust, he felt himself go harder, nearing to his own orgasm.

"Fuck!" he gasped.

Markeith continued sucking him, giving him pure bliss.

When he couldn't hold it anymore, he pushed harder and faster into her, telling her, "Suck my cum, brat."

And she did. She gulped down his cum, moaning as he released within her mouth.

"That's it," he said repeatedly, caressing her hair.

He pulled away, letting a drop of his cum fall down her lips. He teaced this away and raised his fingers to her mouth. Letting out a breathy command, he told her to suck it, too, which she did without the hesitance she reserved a while ago.

Revi suddenly got up and took something from his nightstand. A condom wrapper crinkled as he tore it open. With nervous fingers, he placed the rubbery object around his erection, making an uncomfortable but manageable feeling. He returned to Markeith, pushed her gently to the bed and positioned himself between her. Looking into her eyes, he asked for her permission to take her here and there.

Placing her arms around his neck, she said, "Yes, Revi. Take me. I'm yours."

With that, they became one.

-.-.-

Markeith

She woke up sore and hurt, but otherwise, fine. Warm hands wrapped around her, entangling her possessively. She opened her eyes to see Revi, his face peaceful. It was unlike how he was when awake. His face reminded her of innocence that anyone could fall for.

She slowly tried to get up without waking him, but failed. The moment she was sitting down, warm arms pulled her back in.

Revi murmured, "Go back to sleep."

She grimaced, "Unless you want Andrea to storm this place like a whirling tornado, sure."

He groaned but didn't bother pulling her back.

As she moved, she resisted the urge to hiss. Damn Revi for being so rough with her. It was as if she was bench pressing some weights for five hours straight.

She looked for her pants and managed to find them on the floor. Checking the pockets, she got her phone and nearly guffawed at the eighteen messages and fifty missed calls. To top it all off, the messages were more like death threats hanging on Revi's neck.

Mark, where art thou?

Mark, I'm throwing a slumber party here at the dorm.

Markeith, where are you?!

Markeith? MARKEITH? HERROW?

The last message read:

Markeith Elizabeth Darkwood, if you don't message me in 24 hours, heads will roll. Literally. Painfully.

"Oh, Andy," Markeith sighed.

She felt someone behind her move and found two warm arms wrapping themselves around her. Revi nuzzled her neck as she said, "Andy's going to have our heads decapitated. Should I ring her or not?"

Revi raised his head, a questioning look in his eyes.

With a shrug, Markeith dialed Andrea's number, which was picked up instantly.

"That was fast," Markeith said.

Revi didn't miss a beat and leaned close to the phone to eavesdrop on the conversation that was to take place.

"Markeith Elizabeth Darkwood," Andrea growled.

Revi raised one fine eyebrow. "The brat sounds more like a rabid animal."

"I'm fine, no worries," Markeith tried to chide her softly. "I'm at Revi's and he's taken good care of me."

"Extra good care," Revi corrected, earning a nudge on the stomach.

Andrea fumed even more, "Exactly why it is not alright! You two could get into heaps of trouble for sleeping together, and Lord knows what would happen! What if you get preggers and have little Revi running around? Seriously, one was bad enough!"

Markeith snickered and Revi frowned at that.

"Is it that bad?" Revi mouthed.

Markeith shook her head, replying calmly, "No worries. We'll be careful. I'll just have to drink tea to stop the little Revi's from coming to life, okay? Seriously, Andrea, you're being a such a hypocrite, the way you and Rian are going."

"That's different," Andrea said defensively. "He's a student."

"But," Markeith countered, "You still take advantage of my going out to fuck each other in my dorm and on my bed. Now, that's not being a hypocrite at all."

Feeling that she made her score, Andrea scoffed and said, "You know, whatevs. Go frolicking around for all I care. Don't go crying to me if you get into lots of trouble." With that, the conversation ended.

"That went well," Revi said.

Markeith shrugged. "She's just... I don't know how to phrase it."

"Immature?" Revi said, dressing up. "She talks a lot of shit. She shouldn't butt in in other people's affairs." He walked towards her and placed a kiss on her cheek.

Markeith looked at the ceiling, one finger pressed at the bottom of her chin. With a thoughtful expression, she said, "Not exactly the word I was looking for, but, it will do."

-.-.-

Revi

After dropping Markeith at her place, he left and returned went to the police department, where Meik waited for him, brown folder at hand. Blond with wavy hair, he was old, but still at the top of his game.

"Here're the files," he said, handling the papers with care. "You sure that you don't need anything else?"

Revi shook his head. "I don't want you jeopardizing your work while meddling with this, Meik. It won't be my fucking fault if you end up being suspended by your superiors."

Meik chuckled. "Of course, of course."

Revi left the department and headed back to his place. He went for the living room and placed the papers on the table, reading every single detail with interest. There, the date of Lunaris's with Markeith's appearance matched. No Markeith Darkwood existed until Lunaris's disappearance, and the way their images matched could not be a coincidence.

With his resolve, he came to one conclusion: Lunaris and Markeith were the same people.

A silent joy within him erupted to life.

But on the other hand, warning signs came to life within him.

If the Praetor finds out, they won't hesitate to finish the job in killing off every last one of the Kristovs. And, he won't have that in his conscience. No, he won't let any harm come to Markeith if he has something to do with it.

-.-.-

Markeith

Errin gave her a secret thumb up at her little report in philosophy. With a grin, she mouthed a, "Thank you," secretly grinning herself. She understood quite well that teachers were not supposed to show a really close affection towards their students, but, there you have it.

She marched beside Rian, Andrea still sulking about her sleeping with Revi.

"So," Markeith began, "what are your plans for sem break?"

Rian shrugged, "Mom wants to spend time at home. Can you believe it? An entire month of not going out of the house? I'd go insane without anyone but my parents to talk to, plus, my younger brother's probably going to hog the Xbox."

"You have an Xbox?" Markeith's interest popped up.

He nodded with a grin. "Yep, but I don't really play much games in it. I use it for surfing the net."

Markeith groaned. "I always wanted one, but both mom and Trav agreed that if I graduate college, that was when they'd set me up with my own gaming room. But, I have a feeling that they were lying."

"What makes you say that?" Rian said, grabbing an apple from the canteen's stall. Turning to Andrea, he asked, "What do you like?"

Andrea just shrugged, still in a sour mood as Rian picked up whatever he felt like picking up, which was mostly full of carbohydrates and other fattening granule that Andrea didn't eat.

Markeith picked up her own soda and replied, "Because mom and Trav believe that one has to earn their luxury, so, I'm pretty sure I'm the one who ends up buying it for myself when I graduate."

Both Rian and Markeith paid their meals and headed for one of the tables. Eating in a continuous yet comfortable mindless chatter, a commotion suddenly erupted, making Markeith perk up with a look of curiosity.

"He's so cute… how old is he?"

"He looks so professional! Do you think his blond hair's natural or dyed?"

Blond hair?

Markeith gulped loudly.

"His eyes are so green!"

Oh, dear Lord.

"Do you think that girl's his girlfriend?"

Markeith turned around instantly and saw Travis swarmed by a gaggle of admirers while Catherine consciously looked nervous. Her dress was one of those it's-summer-bitches that was in white. Butterflies of purple and blue fluttered around, her black hair curled at the edges, making her look more like a princess than a fashion designer. Her chocolate brown eyes were wide with a simple touch of brown eye shadow while her lips were touched with pink.

"Um," Rian began, laughing as Markeith slowly sunk underneath her chair, "Is that your family?"

Markeith groaned. "Yes. Bro's fiancée, too."

Andrea gave a knowing look and called Travis, who instantly turned his head towards their direction.

"Sis!" Travis called out.

Markeith didn't have a choice but to stand up to go and hug her brother, who gripped her so tightly that she felt as if her intestines and other innards were about to burst out.

"How's my innocent little angel?" Travis said.

Andrea coughed, earning a glare from Markeith as she replied, "I'm fine. Why are you here?"

Cathy replied in her sweet and gentle voice, "Oh, we got off early and decided to spend the break with you," she said, taking her away from Travis and encasing her in her gentle hug.

"Hey, Travis," Andrea said.

"Hey, Andy," he said, hugging her. Then, looking at Rian, he raised an eyebrow and said, "Who's this tall stuff?"

"Her boyfriend," Markeith said. "Rian, meet my bro."

Rian and Travis exchanged handshakes. Observing Rian's outfit, he asked, "Pardon me, but are you a Resident Evil fan? I couldn't help but admire your pants."

"Oh, a fellow gamer!" Rian said as they began chatting.

Catherine and Andrea grimaced, muttering, "Gamers."