You got me; xiuhan
Title: You got me
Rating: R for hinted sex
Pairing: Lu Han/Minseok
Word count: 1.5k
Warning: unbetaed, written at an ungodly hour and in a rush, Minseok probably swears
Disclaimer: EXO belongs to themselves and SME
Notes: succubus!au
Summary: Minseok bears the weight of a thousand year old hunger and Lu Han tastes like love.
“You’re losing your touch,” says Baekhyun, looking with disdain at the boy sleeping on the bed, his mouth open and slack and a river of drool spreading on the pillow. “Not only you used to have a better taste, but you were more,” he ponders on his vocabulary choice, “detached, professional?”
Minseok growls.
“I mean,” says Baekhyun raising his hands in a universal gesture of peace, “this one is taking a lot. You’re usually faster.”
Minseok looks at the boy in the bed.
“Not my fault,” he says, and Baekhyun will never know how ironic this really is, “if he has so much to give.”
Baekhyun’s laughter is loud.
“Oh, and I bet you take it so well.”
This time Minseok stares coldly at Baekhyun.
The other boy’s honey hair shine like silk threads under the silver light of the moon. He is one of the most powerful of their kind, and there’s no mortal who can resist his charm.
But Baekhyun is still young, and sometimes he forgets, sometimes he’s disrespectful and cocky. Sometimes Minseok’s nice and light appearance makes it so easy to overlook his age, or his experience.
Minseok is one of the oldest, and he has lived for so long, fed on so many humans’ pleasure, that somehow it changed him. He started to be able to feel it, in his head, even after coming down from his high. The swirl of human emotions, so powerful, so confused and contradictory, so tasty, stayed like a sour aftertaste on the back of his mouth.
Baekhyun may be more powerful, but Minseok’s eyes are as cold as the coldest night, and his authority weighs. Baekhyun scampers away to find other victims and Minseok hopes the kid doesn’t come to bother him anymore.
They don’t have emotion, his kin. That’s why they hunt, feeding on stolen sentiments and dreams, taking whatever there is to take only to leave a hollow body without future behind them. Someone who will long for them, for something more, for ever. A life without a will to live.
But Minseok has lived so long that even that shiver, that hunger, now doesn’t even matter anymore. He’ll never confess it to anyone, but he doesn’t need to steal emotions from someone else, because now he seems to be able to feel his own. And his heart flipflops like crazy when Lu Han drools on his pillow.
He joins Lu Han, snuggling against him under the covers, enjoying the way his brown hair spills onto the cushion. He also has the shadow of the sheet’s creaks imprinted on his cheeks. He snores. Such unattractiveness.
He’s not an expert, but that gush of warmth in his chest, expanding so much that now it’s pushing against his ribcage and making him breathe funnily, must be tenderness.
Lu Han is cute, and desperately in love with him.
It’s funny, because even if Minseok has retired, leaving people like Baekhyun to fill the void, he’s still as powerful as ever and if he unleashed his power on Lu Han it would only be a matter of seconds before the other boy surrenders to his charm.
And yet, Lu Han fell in love with him on his own.
Hard, and fast, something along the lines of: “I’m sorry, I ran all the way from the café because you forgot your book, and, by the way, I’m Lu Han, and you should come back, to the café, I mean, you’ve been there every morning for the last two months, so if this is not creeping you out enough you should come back. So I can see you,” he inhales, and Minseok has seen so many people fall in love with him that now he recognizes the symptoms naturally, “more. I’m Lu Han, did I already said that?”
Lu Han smelled so good then, like candies, and Minseok thought back of all the years he had spent without hunting, thought of his own emotions and how strong could human real ones be compared to it.
He thought, “so easy” and “well, why not?”
Lu Han’s scent hasn’t changed yet, and it makes Minseok want to wrap his mouth on the soft, white planes of Lu Han’s body, sucking and consuming all the sweetness.
He really wants to take everything that Lu Han has to offer, he thinks, as he regards Lu Han’s cock with a hungry stare, his mouth watering and his insides tingling at how good it could be inside of him. It’s been so long.
And yet, talk about irony.
Lu Han is one of those romantic idiots who wants to take things slowly.
He doesn’t kiss at the first date, he buys Minseok flowers, chocolates, kitties and plushies. He brings him to the amusement park and the aquarium and they go to noraebang together.
This is too cliché, and Minseok wants to puke every soul he harvested in the last three thousand years.
Lu Han wants to hold hands.
Minseok feels violated, because the other boy touches him, always, and he doesn’t understand.
He’s usually the one who initiates contact, he’s usually in control, and now he’s not even master of his own personal space because Lu Han seems to have hundred hands whose only mission is to grope Minseok inappropriately every freaking second.
He puts up with it, no problem, he’s a professional with a wonderful career, he only has to wait for the right chance. He notices the way Lu Han’s hand tremble, sometimes, while it holds his own one, or the stiffness when he seats at the ice cream place, trying to hide the obvious erection because children in sight.
He only has to wait for Lu Han to drop him at his apartment, and kiss him under the stars and the moon.
He’s still so good at this, and Lu Han is panting in his mouth and pushing himself on Minseok and he opens his mouth to drink all of this, the hurried frenzy, the urge, the passion, all of Lu Han’s raw emotion.
That’s when Lu Han stops.
He puts his hands on Minseok’s shoulders and slowly but firmly pushes him away, and when Minseok looks up at him he can’t believe it, he’s still a professional, but he can’t help the liquid anger in his eyes. He doesn’t know if he’s more angry with himself for failing this clamorously, or at Lu Han for not liking him enough.
How could he not like him? Everyone has always liked Minseok, they loved him so much he had to put himself out of the market to find some peace. And now that he has decided to hunt, just like this, how can this human refuse him? How dare he make Minseok feel heartbroken?
Between anger and shame comes confusion, oh, that’s it, didn’t he want to try emotions? He has tasted it a time too much not to savour the taste. It’s unrequited love, and may his inexistent soul be damned if he cries.
He forces his power to go out, in majestic waves, and probably in the entire city tonight a lot of babies will be made, the sexual tension his body is emitting so strong he can almost touch it.
It’s with a sick, satisfied pleasure that he sees Lu Han’s eyes become dark and deep and he wants everything, expects nothing less than Lu Han throwing him on the bed to fuck him with the desperation of a dying man. He wants to ride him, licking the last drop of pleasure out of his oversensitive body with a vengeance, wants to make him feel things no other mortal has ever felt.
Another powerful wave of charm leaves him, and Lu Han’s eyes are fixed on Minseok’s neck, probably planning a nice set of love marks there, and he looks juts about to haul Minseok up and fuck him against the wall, but then his eyes meet Minseok’s and everything he has managed to build inside the other boy crashes down.
Lu Han has eyes only for him, he realizes, Lu Han really really really really likes him.
Succubus, his own kin, can’t create love, they can only create an illusion to feed on human love. But it’ll never be the true love that defeats curses.
Except that it is, somehow, because despite every living being in the entire town is now probably dealing with a mass induced lust craziness, Lu Han just kisses him again, sweet, a cavity inducing press of lips on lips, a kindergarten level kiss. And another on his forehead.
Minseok doesn’t know what game he’s playing anymore. It seems like it’s his first time.
“I don’t want to rush things,” says Lu Han, and his eyes are so big and bright with sincerity, that Minseok believes him, completely, “but I really like you.”
Minseok likes him, too.
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This is the reason why I should sleep and not write during the night. Especially when I have to go to work the morning after. And writing without a plot in mind leads to this kind of messy mess. No good, Cla, no good.
Rating: R for hinted sex
Pairing: Lu Han/Minseok
Word count: 1.5k
Warning: unbetaed, written at an ungodly hour and in a rush, Minseok probably swears
Disclaimer: EXO belongs to themselves and SME
Notes: succubus!au
Summary: Minseok bears the weight of a thousand year old hunger and Lu Han tastes like love.
“You’re losing your touch,” says Baekhyun, looking with disdain at the boy sleeping on the bed, his mouth open and slack and a river of drool spreading on the pillow. “Not only you used to have a better taste, but you were more,” he ponders on his vocabulary choice, “detached, professional?”
Minseok growls.
“I mean,” says Baekhyun raising his hands in a universal gesture of peace, “this one is taking a lot. You’re usually faster.”
Minseok looks at the boy in the bed.
“Not my fault,” he says, and Baekhyun will never know how ironic this really is, “if he has so much to give.”
Baekhyun’s laughter is loud.
“Oh, and I bet you take it so well.”
This time Minseok stares coldly at Baekhyun.
The other boy’s honey hair shine like silk threads under the silver light of the moon. He is one of the most powerful of their kind, and there’s no mortal who can resist his charm.
But Baekhyun is still young, and sometimes he forgets, sometimes he’s disrespectful and cocky. Sometimes Minseok’s nice and light appearance makes it so easy to overlook his age, or his experience.
Minseok is one of the oldest, and he has lived for so long, fed on so many humans’ pleasure, that somehow it changed him. He started to be able to feel it, in his head, even after coming down from his high. The swirl of human emotions, so powerful, so confused and contradictory, so tasty, stayed like a sour aftertaste on the back of his mouth.
Baekhyun may be more powerful, but Minseok’s eyes are as cold as the coldest night, and his authority weighs. Baekhyun scampers away to find other victims and Minseok hopes the kid doesn’t come to bother him anymore.
They don’t have emotion, his kin. That’s why they hunt, feeding on stolen sentiments and dreams, taking whatever there is to take only to leave a hollow body without future behind them. Someone who will long for them, for something more, for ever. A life without a will to live.
But Minseok has lived so long that even that shiver, that hunger, now doesn’t even matter anymore. He’ll never confess it to anyone, but he doesn’t need to steal emotions from someone else, because now he seems to be able to feel his own. And his heart flipflops like crazy when Lu Han drools on his pillow.
He joins Lu Han, snuggling against him under the covers, enjoying the way his brown hair spills onto the cushion. He also has the shadow of the sheet’s creaks imprinted on his cheeks. He snores. Such unattractiveness.
He’s not an expert, but that gush of warmth in his chest, expanding so much that now it’s pushing against his ribcage and making him breathe funnily, must be tenderness.
Lu Han is cute, and desperately in love with him.
It’s funny, because even if Minseok has retired, leaving people like Baekhyun to fill the void, he’s still as powerful as ever and if he unleashed his power on Lu Han it would only be a matter of seconds before the other boy surrenders to his charm.
And yet, Lu Han fell in love with him on his own.
Hard, and fast, something along the lines of: “I’m sorry, I ran all the way from the café because you forgot your book, and, by the way, I’m Lu Han, and you should come back, to the café, I mean, you’ve been there every morning for the last two months, so if this is not creeping you out enough you should come back. So I can see you,” he inhales, and Minseok has seen so many people fall in love with him that now he recognizes the symptoms naturally, “more. I’m Lu Han, did I already said that?”
Lu Han smelled so good then, like candies, and Minseok thought back of all the years he had spent without hunting, thought of his own emotions and how strong could human real ones be compared to it.
He thought, “so easy” and “well, why not?”
Lu Han’s scent hasn’t changed yet, and it makes Minseok want to wrap his mouth on the soft, white planes of Lu Han’s body, sucking and consuming all the sweetness.
He really wants to take everything that Lu Han has to offer, he thinks, as he regards Lu Han’s cock with a hungry stare, his mouth watering and his insides tingling at how good it could be inside of him. It’s been so long.
And yet, talk about irony.
Lu Han is one of those romantic idiots who wants to take things slowly.
He doesn’t kiss at the first date, he buys Minseok flowers, chocolates, kitties and plushies. He brings him to the amusement park and the aquarium and they go to noraebang together.
This is too cliché, and Minseok wants to puke every soul he harvested in the last three thousand years.
Lu Han wants to hold hands.
Minseok feels violated, because the other boy touches him, always, and he doesn’t understand.
He’s usually the one who initiates contact, he’s usually in control, and now he’s not even master of his own personal space because Lu Han seems to have hundred hands whose only mission is to grope Minseok inappropriately every freaking second.
He puts up with it, no problem, he’s a professional with a wonderful career, he only has to wait for the right chance. He notices the way Lu Han’s hand tremble, sometimes, while it holds his own one, or the stiffness when he seats at the ice cream place, trying to hide the obvious erection because children in sight.
He only has to wait for Lu Han to drop him at his apartment, and kiss him under the stars and the moon.
He’s still so good at this, and Lu Han is panting in his mouth and pushing himself on Minseok and he opens his mouth to drink all of this, the hurried frenzy, the urge, the passion, all of Lu Han’s raw emotion.
That’s when Lu Han stops.
He puts his hands on Minseok’s shoulders and slowly but firmly pushes him away, and when Minseok looks up at him he can’t believe it, he’s still a professional, but he can’t help the liquid anger in his eyes. He doesn’t know if he’s more angry with himself for failing this clamorously, or at Lu Han for not liking him enough.
How could he not like him? Everyone has always liked Minseok, they loved him so much he had to put himself out of the market to find some peace. And now that he has decided to hunt, just like this, how can this human refuse him? How dare he make Minseok feel heartbroken?
Between anger and shame comes confusion, oh, that’s it, didn’t he want to try emotions? He has tasted it a time too much not to savour the taste. It’s unrequited love, and may his inexistent soul be damned if he cries.
He forces his power to go out, in majestic waves, and probably in the entire city tonight a lot of babies will be made, the sexual tension his body is emitting so strong he can almost touch it.
It’s with a sick, satisfied pleasure that he sees Lu Han’s eyes become dark and deep and he wants everything, expects nothing less than Lu Han throwing him on the bed to fuck him with the desperation of a dying man. He wants to ride him, licking the last drop of pleasure out of his oversensitive body with a vengeance, wants to make him feel things no other mortal has ever felt.
Another powerful wave of charm leaves him, and Lu Han’s eyes are fixed on Minseok’s neck, probably planning a nice set of love marks there, and he looks juts about to haul Minseok up and fuck him against the wall, but then his eyes meet Minseok’s and everything he has managed to build inside the other boy crashes down.
Lu Han has eyes only for him, he realizes, Lu Han really really really really likes him.
Succubus, his own kin, can’t create love, they can only create an illusion to feed on human love. But it’ll never be the true love that defeats curses.
Except that it is, somehow, because despite every living being in the entire town is now probably dealing with a mass induced lust craziness, Lu Han just kisses him again, sweet, a cavity inducing press of lips on lips, a kindergarten level kiss. And another on his forehead.
Minseok doesn’t know what game he’s playing anymore. It seems like it’s his first time.
“I don’t want to rush things,” says Lu Han, and his eyes are so big and bright with sincerity, that Minseok believes him, completely, “but I really like you.”
Minseok likes him, too.
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This is the reason why I should sleep and not write during the night. Especially when I have to go to work the morning after. And writing without a plot in mind leads to this kind of messy mess. No good, Cla, no good.