You know the drill - racy chapter. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: Not mine.

Their coffin seemed the logical place to go, and not just because it was the only part of the house Robin was absolutely sure wasn't covered in splinters.
"Mm," he managed, as Bertrand climbed in to pin him down, "are we okay?" The way Bertrand growled and shifted a little more of his weight down onto him was not entirely reassuring. His lips, however, caught at Robin's earlobe, teasing gently until the tiniest scrape of teeth made him whimper. "B-" he began, but he didn't get any further as Bertrand claimed his lips before sitting up.

Strong hands ran down Robin's chest, deftly undoing the buttons of his shirt as they went, Bertrand's movements firmer and surer than he ever remembered them being before. Robin shivered as Bertrand pushed his shirt aside, flattening a cold hand over his pounding heart. His lover was all dark seduction at the moment and while he knew he should probably be afraid, given the violence Bertrand had proven himself capable of while alone in the house and the fact that he was almost certainly still upset... he couldn't bring himself to feel anything but safe, here, with Bertrand tracing patterns on his skin with his fingers.

Bertrand stared hungrily down at him, eyes black and cold, and Robin took a moment to appreciate the unearthly beauty of the vampire before turning his mind briefly to how hungry Bertrand might be. He'd had breakfast; he couldn't be craving blood too badly, could he? Robin was sure he could resist the temptation of his pulse, racing just beneath his skin. But then Bertrand was suddenly very close, lips barely a hair's breadth from his neck, and Robin tensed. He wanted to scream; every instinct was telling him to run, run and never turn back. Instead, he scrunched his eyes tightly shut and waited for the pain.

Bertrand felt the moment Robin decided not to fight him, felt him take one deep breath and still, felt his muscles relax as if he was sinking into a particularly soft pillow. He pulled back with difficulty – he hadn't expected Robin's surrender to be so arousing – and trailed kisses down his torso instead, stopping to tug at a nipple with his teeth. Robin made a noise of pure lust that sent shivers down Bertrand's spine, and then the boy's eyes flew open.

Suddenly, they were tussling – for a moment it was almost like being back in the training room at Garside – and it didn't take long for Robin to use the sides of the coffin to get a better position and turn the tables on Bertrand. Suddenly it was the vampire who was pinned to the coffin base, and Robin was pulling at his clothing, clearly impatient. Bertrand allowed himself to be undressed, then grabbed Robin's hips and dragged him back down until he could switch their positions once more.

Robin looked a bit put out by this turn of events, but Bertrand felt he deserved to get his own way this time. Robin had yelled at him, after all; Robin was keeping secrets from him. Robin was going to have to deal with Bertrand taking control for a while. And take control he did, blocking Robin's attempts to roll them back over while he relieved the boy of what little clothing he was still wearing and set to work rendering him helpless through the careful application of pleasure.

The boy stopped struggling and collapsed against the base of the coffin, moaning desperately as Bertrand touched and licked and kissed. Before long he was whimpering, bucking his hips upwards and begging the vampire to – what, to stop? To slow down? Or to continue? He chose the latter, anyway, moving a hand to press down firmly on Robin's shoulder, keeping him in place.
"B- fog- B-!" He froze for a moment, face expressionless as Robin's contorted, as his breather writhed beneath him, desperate for more.

"Still want me to go and sit in the sunlight?" The stricken look in Robin's eyes said it all, long before his words confirmed it.
"B, I never wanted you to- oh fog." Bertrand had had enough of teasing and tormenting and dived down to finish what he started. "Oh, blood, Bertrand!"

On the whole, it really was just as well that the nearest cottage was well out of earshot. Robin could make so much noise.

Unnerving as Bertrand's sudden decision to let his darker side play was, it was also one of the most deeply erotic things Robin had ever experienced. To be denied what he craved at the last, to be so obviously and deliciously punished for his earlier thoughtlessness... he cried out in pleasure as Bertrand finally gave him the release he'd so desperately wanted and allowed himself to fall forwards, cold body pressing down on Robin's warm one.

It took a few long, contented moments for Robin to be able to even consider moving, but when he did his hand led the way. He stroked and tickled his way up his lover's leg, making the other man groan and roll to lie beside him.
"Tease," the vampire murmured, but Robin only sighed.
"Says you. Come on." He hauled himself out of the coffin and held out a hand, leading Bertrand over to the alcove containing a window seat that was the only remaining indication of the bricked-up window in the corner of the room. He pushed Bertrand down onto the seat and stood between his legs, still clutching the vampire's hands.
"I wanted to say I'm sorry about earlier. I didn't mean it, it just slipped out. I'm sorry..." He paused, tongue darting nervously over his own lip. "I'm sorry about everything."

Bertrand nodded; he looked as if he was about to speak, but Robin placed a finger on his lips to stop the sound.
"Wait, I'm not done begging for forgiveness yet." He dropped to his knees, but when he opened his mouth, he found a much better use to put it to than begging.

Bertrand wasn't entirely sure he liked the idea of Robin begging him for anything, let alone forgiveness, but if this was how he wished to resolve things between them... They still needed to talk, of course, but that was quite impossible for both of them presently, for very different reasons.

Robin looked up at him, meeting his eye, and it was suddenly all too much for Bertrand. Robin stroked his thigh as he shuddered and moaned, and then came to sit beside him on the window seat.
"I really am sorry." Bertrand shook his head; they didn't need to talk about this right now. Big discussions could wait at least a few hours.
"I love you." He lifted Robin easily, carrying him to the coffin and climbing in himself. "But I'm exhausted." The boy nodded sleepily and curled into him, Bertrand wrapping his arms around him tightly. It had been a very trying day, but he had his Robin in his arms and all was right with the world.

Even if they were going to have to make another blasted Ikea trip.