Tharn was kneeling in the ground while his eyes were fixated on anything that wasn't Type.

Type sat on the edge of his bed with his feet and hands folded. Already saw the multiple marks of dark blue and black with brushes of livid red.

Type couldn't help but think.

So it wasn't a dream. Is that how I really fell asleep last night? Type you idiot why did you fall asleep next to Tharn.

No way I'm blaming myself for this though!

He gazed upon the sulky puppy in front of him and questioned, "Why can't it be my turn to tease. A little revenge won't hurt."

He unfolded his feet and lightly touched Tharn's knee with his toe. Tharn visibly jolted!

Type couldn't help but snicker. He was starting to think of how much fun it will be to tease Tharn.

"So you left these on my neck last night?"

"Well.... Umm...You see the thing is-"

"-You really have no fear, huh."

"Okay I'm tired of this," Tharn gave up on avoiding the situation. What does he have to lose. Type isn't that scary. He has dealt with him before. This time won't be any different!

Tharn was now reassured and stared dead eye into Type's.

"What?!"

He whimpered back down!

Why does his face look so scary! How am I too overpower that!

"Sigh, Tharn look at me."

"I won't die right."

"I don't make promises."

Finally they were now properly looking at each other.

"When did you become so hesitant? You were always so straightforward."

"That is when I know my life won't be at risk." Tharn justified with all righteous feelings.

Type had to let out a small breathy laugh.

"Do you really think I'll kill you?"

"I expect to be the first."

"Hah. You're really a fool."

They're conversation became more casual as though it was was an every day occurrence. Tharn even changed his position and was now relaxing in a laid-back meditative position.

"So, because I slept next to you. Your body reacts like that."

"Yeah. It might of just happened like that."

For some reason that answer bothered Type till he felt an anonymous feeling that rose his anger.

"Will any man do?"

"Huh?"

"Even if it was someone new. As long as they are in your bed. You'll do this."

"Type what are you saying?"

Type got off the bed and kneeled right in front of Tharn and rested his hand on his cheek.

"Tharn. I don't like these marks."

Tharn was confused. They had just return to normal a few seconds ago. He swore Type was just going to let it go as it can't be changed. What is he planning?

"I understand why and I really am sorry."

Type trailed his hands down. Now grazing against his neck.

In a low tone he asked, "What do you understand?"

Type wasn't looking at him but his neck.

"Uh.....That you don't like it because a man left these kind of marks on you."

"Wrong." Type pinched his neck.

"Ow. What the hell Type."

"I don't like that you can make these on others."

"Wait but-"

Type covered his mouth and leaned dangerously close. His other hand pressing the upper thigh of the other.

"Mm."

"Shh. I like to make things fair."

Tharn saw a fire lit within Type's eyes as he no longer felt able to resist. He watched as Type lowered his head and open his mouth on the edge of his neck and shoulder.

"Mmm. Ow fuck!"

Type bit on the lump of flesh and stayed there until Tharn could feel that his skin was being pierced. But he also felt Type's moist tongue aggressively rubbing against the space between his teeth. It was driving him crazy.

When the "mark" made he raised his head and observed it. As if to seal the blood he liked around the wide mark.

Tharn face was at a complete lost.

And Type continued. He licked on the other's adam's apple and bit a small piece below his jaw as he enjoyed the hisses coming out of Tharn's mouth.

Then another at the side.

Then another.

And another.

Until Tharn felt as though they were even.

Tharn's neck was completely dented with bite marks.

He collected Type's hand off from his mouth and pushed him the brace against the bed.

"Fair enough now?"

Type took his free hand and traced all the red dents as he licked his lips wickedly.

"Yep."

Tharn collected his other hand and did the same. Now both of Type's hands were pinned to the bed.

"Who knew you could do revenge like this."

"Revenge?"

"Weren't you getting me back for leaving the hickeys on your neck. I let you since I thought it will only be fair."

Type rolled his eyes, "You're idiotic."

"Hay, my neck really hurts you know." Tharn said as he brought his face closer.

"Good."

"I just can't believe you could do stuff like this."

"What to you mean! I'm not incompetent you bastard!"

"Haha... Woah.... When did I say that?"

Tharn took advantage of their closeness and bit Type's cheek. Type froze at the feeling of Tharn's lip touching the very corner of his lips.

"I meant you licked and bit my neck all over that's pretty ga-"

"Shut the fuck up! So what."

"I mean......Wait what!!!"

Type quickly rose his knees making a direct hit to the organ in Tharn's pants.

"Fuck!"

He let go and clenched his hand down below as Type left to grab his towel.

"Deal with your problem first and leave for class before I'm done showering.".

"Ah.... Type wait..... About our necks-"

"Leave it. Everyone already thinks we're a fucking couple."

Tharn was beyond shock with all events of this morning but that answer Type gave was the most shocking one.

"Mm.. Ah," Still physically hurt, "Type are you really straight."

Ha... Now his straight-forwardness returns.

Type just looks back and sticks his tongue out at Tharn.

"You'll be late."