Tudor Rose [BoyxBoy]

Chapter 6 - Snow

Before Michael was able to leave the lecture hall, the Professor caught him by the arm. Michael looked up into his pale green eyes with mocked confusion. The professor released him, suddenly aware he was confronting royalty.

“Do you have an explanation for what happened out there, Lord Michael?” the Borgia asked. Michael smiled.

“I thought it wouldn’t be fair for me to participate,” he said simply.

The Professor paused for a while before laughing, “Well, in previous years it is always a Dracula who wins the game, so you’re right,” he grew serious again. “However, that is not what I’m referring to.”

“I could read your mind,” Michael teased.

“You let the Valois boy go. Why didn’t you mark him?” the Professor asked, and Michael was not sure if the Professor was already aware or not of Michael’s intentions.

“I decided the game was boring after I’d caught him,” Michael said and the Professor didn’t seem satisfied. “Can I go now?” he asked.

The Borgia nodded and Michael left, headed back towards Gates. Once back in the privacy of his own room, he let out a sigh. He couldn’t shake the feeling of embarrassment at his own weakness. The image of the blond French boy flashed before his eyes and he rolled over in his bed and hid his face from the rising sun.

I want the power of the Valois, Michael could hear the words of his grandfather ringing in his ears. If a pureblood devoured the entirety of another pureblood, he would gain all of the knowledge and abilities the blood possessed. First however, the Valois would need to acquire fangs, though no pureblood could tell another how to do it.

Michael had to restrain himself from punching a wall. He thought of the tender innocence of the Valois in the forest and how the boy would be crushed in the talons of his cousins. He couldn’t let any of them get to him. He had to claim the Valois now or give his life over to an unimaginable suffering. Michael got up and left his room. He could feel the slow heart rate of a body at slumber in the room across from his. He stood at the door, wanting to knock but… nervous?

He shook himself. He knocked on the door. A Medici wearing a robe and holding a history textbook in his freehand opened the door and wore an astonished look on his face. Michael looked passed him to see the Valois, dressed completely in his uniform, sleeping soundly. Michael could hear the thoughts going through the Medici’s mind about what to say.

“My apologies,” Michael started, “I just need to speak to the Valois.”

“Should I go, my lord?” asked the Medici.

“No, can I come in?” asked Michael.

“Yes, of course!” the boy stepped aside and watched as Michael walked briskly to Henri’s bedside. Michael imposed his thoughts on the Valois’s mind, as he had done earlier in the forest, entering the boy’s dreams. This passed by in seconds for the Medici onlooker.

In Henri’s dream, he was back in the forest but he was a Hunter. He was mercilessly hunting and his prey was bountiful. When he saw Michael there, his dream consciousness was so shocked by the deeply physical presence that it awoke him. He sat up, startled. 

“Come with me,” Michael ordered and grabbed the Valois by the collar of his breast coat. He dragged him from the room with an authority that prevented any questioning. When they reached the staircase of Gates he let him go, but still intended for the boy to follow him. Henri did follow him, but when they were outside he finally asked, “What do you want with me?”

Michael decided not to answer until they had reached a secure location. He chose this to be the stables where he often met Cedric. He finally turned to Henri and looked him in the eyes.

“I’m sorry,” he forced out. The blond boy before him just stared back with genuine confusion.

“For last night. Both times,” Michael tried to clarify. At this the boy blushed and looked away.

“What was with that?” the boy asked, “And why didn’t you just mark me when you had the chance?”

Michael was not used to having to charm people and had to think carefully about his words. “When I caught you the first time, I was overcome by a baser instinct. You will understand when you are a true vampire. The second time, well… I couldn’t help myself once I’d already—,”

“Stop!” Henri cried to Michael’s astonishment. “I don’t want to hear about you drinking blood, or smelling my blood, or anything like that. It’s disgusting!” he said. Michael immediately took Henri into his arms. He lifted the boy’s head so that their eyes would meet, and kept his fingers gently pressed against his strong jaw. Henri was not much of thinker. Instead waves of emotions radiated from him. Michael had never indulged his impulses like this. He had always been aware of his preferences, but he had never been incited to act on them such as he was now. His fangs unleashed themselves reflexively.

“Blood is what we are,” Michael said, his lips inches from the boy’s.

“You brought me here just to apologize?” Henri asked and surprised Michael, who pulled his head back slightly.

“You speak before thinking,” Michael said laughing, and meaning it quite literally. He released Henri and straightened his coat.

“I also want to warn you there are those who would wish to harm you as the progeny of the Valois bloodline. Be on your guard,” he said smoothly and like a gust of icy winter wind, he disappeared.

He stopped running when he reached the forest. He leaned against a tree and panted heavily, not out of exhaustion from running but from restraining himself. He released his belt buckle and tugged down his pants, freeing his throbbing cock. He took it in his hand and finished himself off while the scent of the Valois’ blood was still in his nose. He threw his head back and choked a groan as the fiery sensation extended through him. The hot liquid, white as the falling snow, that resulted grew cold fast in the January air and Michael flung it from his fingers. He pulled up his pants and proceeded back to Gates.