Tudor Rose [BoyxBoy]

Chapter 7 - Friends

            Henri blew through the door to the room across the hall from his and shut it quickly after him.  The boy with black hair lying in the bed staring at the ceiling sat up, speechless. Henri took a deep breath and went to him. The boy with black hair immediately understood. Henri began to strip off his clothes and the other boy pulled him down to the bed. The boy’s hands searched his slim, but toned, body almost as if he were trying to find something. He threw Henri down against the bed and crawled over him. Their lips almost met but the boy with black hair’s fangs extended first, and he traced them down across Henri’s skin until he reached his neck. His icy breath rested there until Henri said, “Do it.” The fangs plunged into him and his body was filled with ecstasy. He could feel the boy with black hair’s muscled body grinding into him as he drank. Henri grasped onto the other boy’s tight ass and bucked their crotches together. He was moaning loudly as the other boy drained him, until he began to feel lightheaded. “Hey, stop for a minute,” he whispered, but was ignored. He tried to push the other boy off of him but he couldn’t, he was already too weak. The other boy finally stopped, when Henri had already reached a point close to death, and looked at Henri. His eyes were black caverns with a point of red light shining through. His mouth was dripping with Henri’s blood as he smiled.

            Henri was startled awake and immediately heard the sound of roaring laughter. He looked to the left to see Andrea practically buckled over laughing.

            “Ohhhh, stoppppp, ohhhh!” Andrea mocked. Henri realized what was so funny when he looked down and saw the mess he’d made in his sleep. Andrea threw a pillow at him and he used it to cover the mistake. His face was bright red and he couldn’t think of anything to do or say.

            “Please say it wasn’t me you were dreaming about, lover boy!” Andrea said in his faint Italian accent. “Anyway, you should probably take better care of that,” he said, making a vulgar gesture with his hand before leaving the room.

            Henri sat unmoving and stupefied for a few minutes. He realized he had to get to class in a little over an hour and went to wash up. The Gates boarding house had lavatories on every floor but there was a bathhouse for the male students to side of the three male boarding houses. Inside there was a heated pool, steam, and two recently installed showers on the east wall. This luxury made Henri seriously consider what his parents were paying for this school. He put his clothes in a locker and wrapped a white towel around himself before going out into the main bathing area. There weren’t too many boys there as classes were starting soon. Henri decided to take a quick dip in the pool and leave. He kept his head down, trying to ignore the naked male bodies around him, but his eyes wandered as though they had a mind of their own.

            He left his towel on a bench and quickly plunged himself into the pool. The heavy steam rising off of the salty green water obscured his view slightly but this only made him feel more inclined to look around. There was not an unattractive person among them. It was as if this school was made exclusively for the rich and beautiful. He then reminded himself that they were all virtually cannibalistic monsters. He got out of the water.

            Henri went to grab his towel but another hand grabbed it instead. At first glance Henri thought it was Michael standing naked before him, but it wasn’t. The boy was older, taller. His black hair was shorter and his red eyes were not sad like Michael’s but jovial, almost mad.

            Henri covered his flaccid cock and looked up at the older Dracula pleadingly.

            “Radu cel Rāu, Dracula,” he said and extended his hand. Henri shook it and Radu finally gave him his towel. He quickly wrapped it around himself.

            “Henri Leclair, Valois,” he replied, realizing this was apparently the way to introduce yourself at Tudor Rose Academy.

        Radu held his towel over his shoulder and stood posed like Michelangelo’s David as he appraised Henri with his dark eyes. Henri was not sure if he was free to go so he attempted to walk away but Radu wrapped his strong hand around Henri’s arm.

            “Wait a minute,” Radu said.

            “I’ve got to get dressed for class,” Henri said, and looked towards the door.

        “Fine, but if you’re struggling to find interesting people here, look for me,” Radu said, and released him. Henri watched the tall Dracula walk towards the pool, and how steam seemed to roll off his cold, pale skin. Henri felt a tug at his towel and decided to leave for class immediately.

Hunting was apparently the only class Henri had with Michael, and for some reason Michael sat next to him again. Wherever Michael went it seemed others followed, so there was a group that seemed to be focusing their attention on the Dracula, and by association, Henri. Andrea sat next to Henri, trying to take advantage of their connection as roommates. Adali Hohenzollern ended up sitting near them too, trying to get close to Michael but Andrea was trying to get her attention. Michael didn’t talk to any of them or seem to notice the presence of anyone except for Henri. If Henri made any comments that would be the only time Michael would join the conversation. Adali brought with her a flock of what seemed to be the chosen few, rich and powerful enough to attempt to talk to Michael. Henri learned some information about them from the conversations before Hunting started.

Adali Hohenzollern was the youngest daughter to the date of Adolf and Adelaide Hohenzollern, a powerful Dutch branch of the Princely German vampire family. She and Michael had been tentatively betrothed since birth, and since they seemed to get along as children, their parents decided it would certainly be a successful match. Her best friend was a Romanov, Princess Xenia Alexandrovna of Russia. She had dark hair and a serious demeanor that contrasted heavily with Adali’s light and simplistic charm. Besides Andrea, there were two other boys who followed the girls around and tried to pretend they were friends with Michael. Dmitri Alexandrovich, Xenia’s twin brother. He was just like his sister, and it seemed he was a part of a one sided contest against Michael for who could brood more angrily. Then there was Bastian of House Zollern, a cousin of Adali’s. He had no rival in male beauty at Tudor Rose. His pale blonde hair and clear, sky blue eyes were so serene and full of an aristocratic ease that anyone could fall in love with the sight of him. His sonorous voice seemed as deep and smooth as the ocean. Henri found himself infatuated. Henri was not sure if because Michael seemed to have an interest in him, this was to be his new group of friends. He suddenly felt a sense of loss over the friends he’d left in France and grew quiet.

Class started then anyway.

“Quiet down students,” Professor Borgia said loudly. “I know I said we would start with explanations from those students who avoided capture last night, but first there is something more important we must discuss,” the room grew eerily quiet, “There is a vampire killing recklessly each night on the streets of London.”