Second part. Only racy if you reeeally use your imagination, really, but better to be safe... Enjoy.
Disclaimer: None of this is mine. Boo.
Bertrand had barely undressed and got back in his coffin when Vlad's eyes locked on his again in his mind.
'Vlad, you're projecting again.' It could only get more awkward if the boy didn't get control, after all.
'I know. That alright?'
Bertrand could barely make enough sense of that to project a coherent thought.
'Why-?'
'Sorry. Out of line. Forget I ever-'
'Why, Vlad?' The answer took a while to come.
'So you know how I feel.' Bertrand blinked, then reached over to slide the lid onto his coffin for a tiny extra measure of privacy.
'Then tell me.' Vlad seemed embarrassed for a moment, and then the thought made its way to Bertrand's mind – whether with or without his permission, his tutor wasn't sure.
'I want you. I really, really fancy you. And… I… you said you were flattered.' Bertrand drew in a sharp hiss of breath he didn't need.
'I am. I can't say I haven't thought… But that doesn't mean anything can ever-'
'I know. There'd be hell to pay if you were caught in my coffin room… but you're not in my coffin room right now.'
Bertrand allowed a small smile to take over his face; he had been trying to encourage the boy to be more cunning, after all, to think outside the box. Or, in this case, inside two boxes.
'What did you have in mind?'
Vlad hesitated, then opened up his mind a little and began projecting images, emotions, gestures… Bertrand couldn't help but respond with a few of his own feelings, not to mention one very vivid mental image that just slipped through while he was distracted by what Vlad was thinking. Vlad's reaction was enough to convince him that it mightn't be such a bad idea to let his brain go, just a little, and within minutes the flood of strange information and suggestions had them both in ecstasy.
Their mental connection broke up into a strange feeling of shared euphoria, and it took a while to come down from it. Vlad was the first to dare a projected thought.
'Of course, there's nothing to stop us both being in the training room tomorrow…'
Bertrand slept that night with a smile on his face, the strains of the day forgotten.