Delicious [FighterTutor - ENG]

VII

It's obviously a lie. Tutor seems there just to distract him, Fighter thinks: he can't stay focused at all during the lessons, knowing he is nearby. And luckily the vampire already knows the contents perfectly and can explain them again to him when they're home. Every break, even the shortest one, becomes a good occasion to sneak out with him on the roof, in some empty classroom, in the bathrooms.
He no longer has excuses to use with his friends, and they got used to seeing him practically disappear and reappear at the next lesson with his hair a little more messed up and his shirt wrinkled.

However, nothing more than kisses happens at university, kisses made frenetic by the fear of being caught and by the excitement of the novelty.
Only occasionally Fighter is even bolder than his usual self and aims at leaving reddish marks on Tutor's neck. "To keep away those impertinent freshmen who check you out," he explains, but the other would gladly accept this kind of attention without explanation, aware and almost sorry that even hickeys fade much faster than normal on him.
"Are you sure you're not the vampire between the two of us?" Tutor jokes in these situations.

On the contrary, he is always careful. He doesn't want to get Fighter into trouble or give Saifah and Zon other reasons to make fun of him or to ask uncomfortable questions.

He tries to avoid his neck, fearing not being able to control himself, but he can't resist from time to time. He leaves just a few kisses, to feel with his lips the pulsing veins, the warmth of his blood, its perfume. He craves to mark permanently his white skin, to leave an indelible scar for everyone to see.

"Tor" hisses Fighter and he gets rid of his thoughts as soon as he hears a bit of pain in his voice.
Only then he realizes that he has bared the canines and scratched him slightly near the carotid, not enough for the blood to flow. He pulls off, a little upset: it was enough to let his guard down for a moment and his instinct was already about to get the better of him.

"Sorry, P'Fight. I wasn't thinking," he says mortified. "Let's go find something to treat the wound"
He might as well soothe it as he usually does, but he wants to get out of that stall immediately.

"Do you need blood?"
The vampire shakes his head. "No, let's go."
"Are you sure? You can take it from here if you want" and he offers his pale neck, tilting his head to the side.
Tutor's eyes are still red and he opens the bathroom door without even making sure there is no one outside.
Fighter is left behind, alone and confused for a few more seconds before he decides to investigate the other's reaction better.

He has no occasion to ask immediately; Tutor doesn't give him a moment to talk during the morning and he can finally bring the topic up only when they are back in his house.

"I thought vampires bit people's neck, instead you've always bitten me only on my wrist" the human begins in a stiltedly casual way, he doesn't even look away from the TV screen.
"You already answered yourself then, not everyone does." Tutor shrugs, also without turning towards him.

"Isn't it better on the neck, though? More blood flows and it's closer to the heart"
The vampire is surprised by his reflections, which of course are correct. "Yes, the blood is... fresher, I guess" he finally admits.

Fighter stays silent, waiting for him to add what he is still hesitating to say.
"It would be more intense for you too, I wouldn't have dared to do it while we were there." Tutor finally speaks.
"Bite me now, then" he whispers and promptly undoes the first button of his shirt, baring his neck. The vampire shakes his head, marvelling at his boldness but certainly not complaining about it.

"There may be marks left," he decides to say eventually, giving him the real explanation.
Fighter unconsciously focuses his gaze on his wrist, the evidence of the vampire's last meal still visible there.

He returns his attention to Tutor, who has perfectly understood his thoughts. His eyes sparkle.
"As if it were a problem for you... Am I right, Fight? You wouldn't mind at all" He's using that tone again; the boy finds only the term 'predatory' to describe it.

He does not think it is necessary to answer, they both know that Tutor is not wrong and he wouldn't even be able to fully explain why. There is something so reassuring in carrying the signs of his bites, they are a constant reminder that all this is real, and every time his mind ends up associating them with the pleasure that receiving them implies. Happiness, warmth and arousal. Is this the addiction Tutor was talking about?

"The problem is," continues the vampire, as he gently caresses his cheek "that the mark on that spot may never go away completely" and his hand slips around Fighter's neck, his fingers touching the skin where the scar should be. He only presses lightly, he feels the boy swallowing.

"So today you were almost...?" A mark. He was about to give him a permanent mark, he didn't need blood.
Fighter does not know how to react. Obviously, it's still too early for such a step and Tutor knows that too, that's why he stopped, but the idea that he was going to do it instinctively is still intriguing for the boy.

"It would look so good on you, don't you think?" he whispers and takes his Adam's apple between his lips gently, no trace of teeth.
Fighter nods lightly, with a shaky breath.
"Someday maybe" and this time Tutor's voice is different, sincere.
He gives him what is intended to be a quick kiss, just a peck, but the boy does not allow him to pull away.

It is Fighter again who leans towards him even after the kiss; his hands immediately trying to take off Tutor's shirt, revealing his perfect diaphanous skin.
"In a hurry?" Tutor smiles, seeing him particularly busy with a button, but when the human looks at him with such impatient and needy eyes, he doesn't want to waste time either.
In a few moments, he has already taken him to the bedroom, carefully laying him on the covers.

(A/n Change of plan. The next one is not going to be the last chapter, this turned out to be really long so I just divided it)