Delicious [FighterTutor - ENG]

III

A couple of days pass by before Tutor dares to interfere in Fighter's life again. He sends him a simple message asking how he is now, but he receives no reply.

Honestly, Fighter doesn't know. Physically he is perfectly fine, the bite marks healed faster than normal and are about to fade, but he knows that's not what the vampire really wants to know.
He wasted more time than he should have just thinking about it, he was unable to concentrate on studying at all, and he even refused to go out with his friends hoping that solitude and silence would bring him advice. He remained with his gaze lost on the ceiling for almost two whole nights, instead.

Isn't it wrong to want to go against common sense and voluntarily throw yourself into the predator's arms?
He felt good in those arms, that's what he can't accept: he exposed himself without any precaution and paradoxically felt protected. He is not used to it at all, he is not comfortable with this part of himself which he was not even aware of and the complications of the case do not make the decision easier. Protected by a vampire, how ironic.

Fighter [16:40]: Can we meet?

He types quickly and sends the message, then locks the screen and leaves the phone on the bed, getting up abruptly.
In about ten seconds he regrets doing it and is already anxious to receive an answer.

He begins to arrange the books scattered on the desk and the floor just to kill time, accepting the fact that he cannot read a sentence that makes sense in his head without it being interrupted by the thought of Tutor; he looks out the window as if expecting to see him appear at any moment. He tries to calm down, but then finally hears the notification and rushes to pick up the phone even faster than he abandoned it.

Tutor [17:00]: Can we wait for the sunset? I'm not a big sun lover

He manages to stop himself from answering for about five minutes, before replying that it is okay for him. In a few more messages, they agree on the place, this time outdoors but not too isolated yet, certainly more peaceful than a dark alley near a club.

He fixes his hair for the hundredth time, an unconscious gesture to relieve his agitation, as he walks towards a park not too far from his home.
He expects Tutor to surprise him from behind at any moment, making him risk a heart attack, but instead he immediately sees him sitting quietly on a bench, enjoying with his eyes closed the last warm sun's rays.
At first glance, Fighter believes he is going to meet a completely different person. Or better, just a person: any residue of his threatening and predatory aura seems to have dissolved in the reddish light that now hits him softly; he is dressed in light colours, a white shirt with probably too many buttons left open, and he looks really calm, his lips curled in a soft smile. A normal and beautiful boy, who seems to be waiting for someone for a date.

As he takes the final steps, he feels even more nervous. There is no way Tutor hasn't heard him approaching, but still, he shows no intention of moving or opening his eyes, so he's probably waiting for him to make the first move.
"Hi," says Fighter at the end, after a few seconds of silence. How trivial can he be?
"P'Fight" Tutor replies in a tone that could only be defined as sweet. Then he finally opens his eyes, sparkling again in their strange way.
He does not even give him the now usual kiss on the wrist, Fighter notes with a little disappointment. Has he already lost interest in him?

He sits next to the vampire on the bench, with his gaze fixed on his shoes, once again waiting in vain for Tutor, as he usually does, to break that icy and embarrassed silence.
"Sorry if I haven't answered you before, thanks for coming" Fighter finally says, trying to be as confident as possible. Perhaps this is what is easiest for him.

"Don't worry. It made me happy, I hadn't seen the sunset for a long time"
"Why?" the boy almost sighs with relief, seizing the opportunity to change the subject of the conversation, or at least postpone it.
"I don't know. Going out at night is more comfortable for me to feed." The vampire shrugs, then continues "And then... probably knowing that you have eternity makes every moment less important. In the long run, you forget what it is like to live and get bored of the sun"

"So immortality doesn't solve problems."
Fighter must confess that he thought about what it would be like not having to worry about getting old or having regrets for the lost time, but perhaps he didn't analyze the problem from the opposite point of view.
"You're not going to ask me to transform you, are you?" Tutor's panicked tone comically ruins the atmosphere, perhaps a little too heavy and philosophical for two boys sitting in the park.
"No" Fighter shakes his head, grinning at the other's shocked expression, and Tutor ends up following him with a laugh.

"Let's take a walk, I want to see the goldfish in the fountain"
Fighter is confused for a second by the request but then decides to follow the vampire, who is already sitting on the edge of the tank.
"You're slow, P'Fight," Tutor teases.
"I would be faster than you if you didn't cheat" the other replies, reaching him with a few strides.
"I'll agree with you if it makes you feel better" and Fighter snorts dramatically, giving him a slight bump on his shoulder with his own as he sits next to him.

Tutor laughs again. Perhaps there is no actual reason, but he feels particularly happy: the fact that Fighter has a playful tone and has dared to touch him means that he is not fearful as before anymore. And even if feeling the heart of a prey that beats wildly is exciting, he prefers this by far: he understood that he had made a mistake demanding immediate trust from him, without giving him the occasion to really get to know him first. He is not only a dangerous vampire, he can also be like this, he can be all Fighter needs, he promised him.

"Do you have any other power besides super-speed?"
"I can read minds." says Tutor seriously, looking him in the eyes.
"WHAT?"
"I'm kidding, P'Fight." Probably he has not laughed so much in fifty years now. "Do you have secrets that no one should know? Compromising thoughts about me?" and, while he says it just to keep teasing him, he doesn't actually expect the redness on the boy's cheeks. He will take it as a yes.

"You're not funny" the human scolds him.
"You are delicious instead"

"By the way ..." he suddenly becomes serious, that word reminding him of the real reason behind that meeting.

"Let's not think about it today, huh?" Tutor interrupts him, and eventually, Fighter nods.

They spend some more time in the park, asking questions to get to know each other better until it becomes completely dark and a cold breeze makes the patterned shirt Fighter is wearing inadequate.
"I think it's better to go or you'll get sick"
Tutor is always too concerned about him, he doesn't let go unnoticed not even a single shiver.

"Will you walk me home?" asks the human. Even if they have not discussed that offer again, it does not mean that he forgot it, and without giving a final answer, of which he is still not completely sure, he wants to make him understand that he is trying to take small steps towards him.

Tutor does not expect that question at all, but he doesn't give Fighter the time to repeat it twice because he accepts immediately. They walk together for a few minutes towards their destination and both are a little uncertain when they have to say goodbye in front of the door.
They promise to meet again soon and then fall back into an embarrassing silence. Tutor hesitates, then decides: he leaves a light kiss on Fighter's wrist and disappears. The human steps inside with a dazzling smile.

(Hi guys, I hope you like the story so far.
Question: What country are you from? I'm Italian)