Victor

I arrive at school the next day with Kota, finding most of the guys standing by the space we pull into, waiting. I wouldn't say patiently, but they at least wait until I get out of the car before they greet me. They don't all rush me at once, and as they walk forward they almost seem cautious and worried.

Silas gets to me first, not hesitating in pulling me into one of his big bear hugs. I wrap my arms around his neck and he spins me.

"Aggele," he greets, and he seems the least worried of the group. I sense Kota bristling behind me, but he doesn't do anything to interfere, instead letting me greet the guys one at a time. The only two who are missing are Mr. Blackbourne and Dr. Green and their absence is noticeable.I end up standing in front of Gabriel who grins at me, looking to my neck. I instinctively put a hand to bite mark, aware of how it looks. When I looked in the mirror this morning, although it just looked like a bite scar, with Kota's two canines being the most prominent marks in the whole scar, it looks beautiful to me. I want to wear it with pride, but I am also aware that if someone were to see it at the school, there would be rumors.

But it seems that Gabriel has thought of that. He delves a hand into his pocket of the uniform he designed for them, the uniform was a tactic by Mr. Hendricks and Mr. McCoy to single them out as different and brings a compact.

"Come here, trouble," he says, tapping my hip to move me closer to the car. The guys all move in a way that if someone was to look over at us they wouldn't be able to see me, but it wouldn't look like they were purposefully shielding me from view.

"Jesus, Kota, you couldn't have made it smaller? It looks like your tore at her neck like a rabid animal." Gabriel presses a sponge into the compact, tapping it onto the skin around the mark, but not touching it just yet. He examines it, sighing.

"I don't think it's the right color, but it's all I have, so it's going to have to do. Kota, this is your fault."

"Yeah, you'd think you hadn't eaten in years looking at her neck," Luke chimes in. Kota seems to be ignoring them, but I get angry on his behalf because I like it, and I don't want Kota doubting that.

A low growl leaves my lips, warning them all. "I like it." Apologies fly out of the boys' mouths, with their own terms of endearments and versions of my name.

Gabriel tilts my head away from him to allow him access to my neck. I catch a glimpse of Silas staring at the mark on Kota's neck, a small smile on his lips.

"Your bite looks beautiful, Aggele. I can't wait to have it on my own body."

"Yeah, Trouble, now that's a fucking cute bite." I start to feel warm all over at their compliments, and my cheeks especially burn at their words.

Luke starts to pull his shirt over his head and look around nervously. What is he doing? Is he uncomfortable?

"Alright, cupcake, you can bite me wherever you want-" he gets cut off by North firmly grabbing the back of his shirt, so it can't get up any further, and the fabric almost creaks under the pressure they're both putting on it.

"She's not fucking marking you now," North commands, pulling roughly on the shirt. Luke doesn't fight it any further and allows him to pull the shirt down his back again.

Gabriel has avoided the mark as of yet, and I realize why he's cautious to touch it because when he finally puts pressure on the site, my knees nearly buckle under me.

A mutter of curses and groans go around the circle. "Fuck, Gabe, warning next time."

"Sorry," Gabriel says through gritted teeth. the next time he touches it I'm ready for the feeling, but it doesn't mean it diminishes at all.

Finally, he covers the mark to his satisfaction before motioning for Kota to swap with me. As I pass Kota, he reaches out and touches the mark. The jolt through my body feels even better than when Gabriel touched it, instead, it's like he's marked me all over again.

"Fuck," North mutters, along with a couple of the other guys.

"It's too obvious," Kota says to Gabriel who grumbles under his breath.

"Oi, I fucking said, I don't have the right fucking color for her. It's going to have to do for now, until I can get something later."

***

It's a week after Kota's marked me, and none of the other guys have moved to suggest they're going to mark me soon, and I have to admit, I'm getting a bit impatient. I see their glances at my neck whenever it's on show, and the way they longingly look at me, and my returned stares, and wonder why none of them have done so. I think if they had the chance, all of them would have already got it over and done with, but maybe it's another Academy rule.

The knowledge of being marked to someone is weird, but at the same time comforting. I've never felt closer to the guys than right now, and although the 'withdrawals' from them are worse, I can endure it, if it means I get to feel the way I do when I'm with them again. It's like a constant awareness of them being there with me and a part of me.

Victor is sitting on the couch behind me, a laptop on his lap full of numbers and words I don't understand. Nathan is out on another Academy mission, and Victor offered to keep me company even though he's technically working too.

I'm content in watching him while I play a game Victor downloaded on my phone for me. He said that I'd enjoy it, but I didn't expect it to become addicting. I grumble under my breath when I make a mistake and lose the level. This one level's been bugging me for half an hour.

I hit replay and start again, lining it up perfectly before letting go of the small birds. I continue the level, but I soon miss the same pig and groan louder.

"You alright, Princess?"

"It's the level," I answer, showing him my phone. He looks over my shoulder and chuckles.

"Yeah, that one's hard."

"Yeah," I say a pout finding its way to my lips. I jab the replay button before, trying again with the same outcome. I groan, ready to give up.

"You need to go higher with the last bird..." Victor prompts, and looking back I find him watching my phone.

I hit the button again, firing all of the birds before I get to the last bird and aim it higher as he said.

"Higher," Victor says, unsure himself. I only move slightly, and Victor confirms the shot. I let go, and the bird misses the pig, but with a smaller distance. I groan again, letting my head fall onto my arms.

"Here," I say as I offer the phone, sitting up to face him. He takes the laptop off of his legs, reaching down to take it. He pats the seat next to him, and I join him on the couch.

I lean closer to him, watching over his shoulder as he fires off the birds quickly, before getting to the last tricky bird. He moves the bird until he's happy before letting it go. The bird soars through the air, perfectly hitting the pig. I cheer, hugging Victor tightly.

"Thank you, Victor!" I exclaim, kissing him on the cheek. He smiles, a red tinge to his cheekbones.

"It's alright, Princess."

The laptop stays on the floor as I move to the next level, and with Victor giving me pointers, I'm able to complete a few more, before I grow tired of playing.

The whole time, he's had an arm around me, absent-mindedly tapping his fingers against my ribs like he's hitting the keys on a piano. With my phone now off and in my hands, he starts to hum the notes with each different tap of his fingers.

I just sit and listen to the song he's humming to me, and beam when he's done, clapping my hands together.

"That's beautiful, Victor."

"You're my muse, so of course it is," he says, his fire eyes finding mine. My smile dims slightly as I'm swallowed up by the fire, and all I can think about is kissing him, and his mouth marking me. His own thoughts play back to me similarly, loud and clear, without any control on either of our parts.

"Victor," I murmur, pushing up so I'm on the same eye level as him.

"I love you, Princess. You're so brave, and you haven't once treated me differently because of anything. My dad, who I am so sorry for. My money, which you don't want, but which makes me want to give it to you even more because you deserve that and more. You deserve so much. We're each other's family, Princess, I don't need anyone else as long as I have you."

"I love you, Victor. You're my prince in shining armor who saved me from my tower when I needed you most. Can the princess give her savior a kiss?"

Victor's eyes burn as bright as I've ever seen them, and he pulls me forward, cupping my face like I'm precious china which could break at any moment. He kisses me softly at first before his kiss turns passionate. It's slow and deep, and all-consuming like his fire eyes. The heat burns through my whole body, and I'm willing to let myself burn if it meant I could feel this again.

Victor cradles my face but allows me to move my head in whatever direction I want, just keeping his hands there.

I lean closer to him, my hands going to his face in return. The kiss feels like it goes on for eternity, and after a while, the kiss gets to a point that I need to do something more, and the only thing that would make sense is for me to mark him.

He pulls back from me, and with a shared look and without much speech we both come to the conclusion of wanting to mark each other.

"Are you sure?" he asks.

I nod, baring him my neck on the other side, pulling the shirt down.

"Victor," I plead. It's like I've had one fix of a drug, and want another, wanting to feel the same thing again with another of the boys.

"Sang, Princess, if you want this... I do." I stare into his eyes for a moment more, reveling in the warmth of the heat of the fire there.

I bury my face into his neck, smelling his moss and berries scent. My canines elongate, and I take the first bite this time.

The moss and berries overwhelm my senses, and it's fresh and reminds me of being in nature, and Melody sings at the thought. The thought of running through the woods soothes me, and the connection to him gets even deeper like he's the earth under my feet, and if he were to leave, I would fall.

I pull back moments before Victor's eyes get brighter, holding pools of molten gold before he plunges his teeth into my neck. Another piece of my puzzle fits into place, and the draw to my mates gets harder for me to ignore. The more boys I mark, the more I feel like I could never live without them.

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