Yeah, part 2 is up (I'm so fucking tired)

I do not own Young Dracula in any way.

Try it 2

The second time they were doing it, a lot has happened and the both of them are on edge.

Vlad had troubles dealing with his inner evil self (more like selves), and Bertrand tried to stake his fucking sister. Sure, she can be a pain in the fang, but she was still family. As a result, he was pissed. The tutor needed to learn a lesson.

So the night after the "incident", as Bertrand was walking up the stairs to return to his room, Vlad caught him by the shoulder and pressed him against the wall, feeling more resolute than ever.

"And just what do you think you're doing?" Growled Bertrand faintly annoyed.

"What do you think? We're going to continue the little session that we started previously."

"What if I don't want to?"

Vlad growled in retribution, eyes glowing black and fangs out.

"I really don't think you have a choice. I'm the chosen one after all. And didn't you say you were at my service?" When Bertrand couldn't answer anything, the teen just smirked." Now I don't want to be rude or anything, but could you just shut up."

The teacher nodded wordlessly, although his eyes still held defiance.

The air turned hot around them, almost suffocating. Then, unhurriedly, in an almost teasing way, Vlad inched nearer, nibbling Bertrand's right ear.

Here they were, close, almost glued to the wall, in a very awkward position, as if they were ready to be caught by anyone in the poor staircase. What would people think?

…

Who cares what they might think?

Bertrand wouldn't admit it, but secretly he felt nervous. He never got bitten before. Sure he had bitten humans before, and even some vampires, on occasions. But be bitten, him? It was just preposterous. His breath was minced, heavy (even though unneeded) as Vlad got nearer to his neck. He couldn't control it.

"Sssshhh, relax. I know what I'm doing." The teen murmured, voiced low and rumbling in his throat.

He knew what he was doing, indeed. The lust within him awoke something utterly wild and primal, his vampire instinct that he fought daily, but finally he could let it out. He smirked, looking absolutely devilish with his fangs out.

Vlad's teeth scraped against Bertrand's neck, slowly and tantalizingly, as the tension was building between them, almost insupportable. He inhaled the tutor's smell, before deciding to give in.

Fangs cut into flesh easily. Vlad started sucking the blood out (sweet, sweet ambrosia), growling pleasantly and finally getting what he wanted. Fuck he was hard, and it felt so bloody good.

There was a deep contrast between the two of them.

Bertrand was still, motionless. But it was only a front. The mental turmoil in him was boiling, like an unutterable blend of emotions and sensations, of good and bad, of pleasure and pain.

On the top of him, Vlad had snapped of it. The taste of blood was filling him whole, overwhelming him. He wasn't doing it to feed. No. He was doing it for the sick feeling of satisfaction, for the domination that he had on Bertrand. His hands kept moving, roaming over his body in a restless way. He was brushing, teasing, gripping, bruising it without any thoughtfulness.

He could feel with sheer satisfaction the bulge of Bertrand's jeans. He did that. He thought pleasingly.

Well, well, it looked like little Vladdy had grown up.

Bertrand felt even better. All apprehension was gone, as he clutched Vlad's shoulder, his fingers digging harshly into the boy's muscles. His body was turning into jelly. The only thing that kept him up was Vlad's grasp, keeping him up in place. Adrenaline was pulsing through him, bringing him over the edge. He bit his lower lip, trying to muffle the desperate sounds he was making, his body stretched and his toes curled.

Finally, Vlad urged himself to stop, as Bertrand came with a high-pitched moan. He was still achingly hard, but it was the least of his concern.

"Are you alright?" He asked, his bloody mouth still almost attached to the exquisite throat. But Bertrand only moaned in retaliation, entirely lost.

Vlad's smile couldn't have possibly been wider. Tantalizing slowly, he got closer and licked off some of the blood dripping of Bertrand's neck. Then he stepped away a little, already missing the lithe form.

Bertrand slid heavily from the wall to the ground, not bothering with the blood trickling from his neck, soaking his outfit.

"Are you okay?" The chosen one asked again worryingly, getting down on his knees by his side.

Bertrand smiled wordlessly, his eyes staring at nowhere in particular, as he embraced the young vampire with one arm.

Vlad curled next to him, feeling finally at peace. The loud voices within him were at last quiet, and he could once again appreciate the silence.

He felt peace. They were no more struggle, no more problems caused by vampires or humans. The world outside was shut down. All that mattered were the two of them.

So, he knew they weren't a sappy classical couple; they were vampires. They would not change their goal, their way of living for the other. Still, this could be it, exactly what he needed… So instead he held closer Bertrand's body, looking for some comfort in the strong arms.

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