Table tennis or a different type of tennis..

"I wouln't mind you coming to see me at night," Gabe grinned, placing the ball in Alucard's hand. "Still your serve."

Alucard smirked. "Weren't you ever warned about things that go bump in the night?" He asked teasingly, preparing to serve.

"Dios..." Gabe mumbled under his breath.

Alucard smirked and severed. "Dios to you too."

Gabe hit the ball back. Bump in the night...? Yes please.

Alucard hit the ball back, cursing as it hit the net. "Damnit."

"One to one," Gabe grinned.

Alucard pouted. "No fair." He folded his arms and humphed childishly. "I'll just have to cheat some more."

"Aha! So you admit you were cheating!" Gabe gestured widly.

Alucard gasped melodramatically. "Alas, my secret- it's out!" He gasped dramatically. "Non,non!"

"Hey wait... where did the ball go?" Gabe realized he didn't have it.

Alucard paused and glanced at the table. "I have no idea." He bent down and looked under the table.

Gabe shifted so he could watch.

Alucard frowned as he saw the younger students from before snickering at him. He stood and stormed over to them, looming above them. "Something funny?" He hissed.

Gabe rolled his eyes at the younger students. They should have known better.

Alucard held his hand out. "Give.Me.The.Ball." He ordered.
The students glanced at each other and burst into hysterical laughter. Alucard raised his eyebrow and pulled them up the scruff of their shirts.

Gabe bit his bottom lip, feeling a little turned on by this side of Damian and not knowing why.

When the younger students continued laughing Alucard smacked their hands together, dropping them to the floor. "Give me the table tennis ball." He snapped, smirking as one of them handed it to him.

Gabe grinned to himself, playing with his paddle. And I was worried there wouldn't be any attractive boys this year.

Alucard snatched the ball of the boy and moved back to the table, smirking at Gabe. "Year sevens need to be put in their place, do they not?" He chuckled.

Gabe mumbled an agreement and nodded, still grinning.

Alucard handed Gabe the ball. "Your serve." His smirk faltered as the two younger pupils ran from the room, muttering something about telling.

Gabe paused, wondering if Alucard was the kind of guy to stop that kind of behaviour.

Alucard rolled his eyes. "Let the brats do what they may." He flipped his table tennis racket in his hand.

Gabe nodded and served.