Follow-up to 'Winning'. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Bertrand was losing this battle, but he was determined not to give in. He let Vlad back him towards a wall, then spun them at the last moment, flipping their positions and holding Vlad in place. Vlad didn't seem too perturbed by this, until Bertrand ducked his head, lips perilously close to the Chosen One's neck, and stopped there for a moment.
"You… you know that's treason?" Vlad seemed to have difficulty getting the words out.
"Only if you feel threatened." Bertrand practically purred the words, shifting slightly so that his body was flush against the wall next to Vlad, tantalisingly close but impossible to reach. "Do you?"
"No." Vlad barely managed to pronounce the word before succumbing to the involuntary moan that followed. "I want it."
"Want what?" Bertrand smirked; he was enjoying himself far too much.
"You. I want you, Bertrand. You." Vlad squirmed, trying to get close enough to touch his tutor, but the older vampire merely chuckled.
"Do you, now? How interesting." He leant in, just a fraction of an inch, lips almost touching Vlad's pale throat, and the boy shivered in anticipation.
He let go abruptly and stalked out without a word. Vlad clutched at the wall and wondered why he'd ever started this game with Bertrand in the first place as a thought brushed against his mind.
Good session. I'll see you at dinner.