{ONESHOT} Bite Me /~the beta-ed version
Title: Bite Me
Pairing: YooSu
Kink: Rough Sex (and maybe slight BDSM, I think it's a pretty softcore smut though XD)
Summary: It's Halloween and everyone is searching for a monster to hook up with. Only Junsu's monster just might be the real thing.
Warning: nc17 smut, babies. don't like, don't read.
The heavy sound of music covered the nightlife while people celebrated this rare holiday. Monsters, creatures, ancient dead people galore, it was Halloween and parties were being thrown everywhere. A house somewhere in mid-town was holding one of the more successful bashes as it was full of people having fun mingling. The rooms were decorated to fit the mood with alcohol spread around, making everyone go crazy enough to entertain the sober. The designated drivers enjoyed making fun of their drunken friends, while a few selective people chose not to drink on purpose for they had no love for the buzz.
One such person was Kim Junsu, wearing a cheaper costume that made many of his friends stop and stare before asking what he was. When he answered they immediately agreed, noticing the woolen texture of his ears and the gloves covering his hands, before realizing just what the markings on his face were supposed to be.
"A wolf in sheep's clothing."
"Oh, yeah." Donghae agreed hesitatingly. "I guess, it's sensible to not spend much money on a costume you're only going to wear once." The man himself was wearing the fourth Frankenstein costume in the room, handmade... and it had obviously taken a lot of time and effort. Junsu had gotten the gloves and ears at a costume shop and had Jaejoong use his face as sketching paper. He hadn't been exactly all up for joining his friends at the party, but it's hard to say no to a man like Kim Jaejoong.
Donghae asked him where Hyukjae was and Junsu gestured to the bathroom he had seen his friend disappear to. Frankenstein nodded politely to him before disappearing and Junsu felt like crawling back to his home.
Halloween used to be fun for him. Back when he was a kid and it was all about tricks and treats and showing off your costumes. These days it seemed to be more about who's going to get laid with who. Almost every holiday, party, or event was used as means to find a partner and well, call him old-fashioned, but he wasn't exactly up for that kind of shit.
Jaejoong unfortunately was.
"What the hell are you doing here moping!?"
There he was in his 'sex kitten' glory. Junsu stared, "I'm bored and I'm leaving."
He emphasized this by actually heading for the door and heard his friend following him. "Oh come on, you just can't give up like that! There are plenty of girls and boys here to hook up with, you should at least make an effort!"
Fresh air greeted him as he exited the house, ignoring the looks sent his way by the people on the porch. "You forget, that maybe I'm not interested in hooking up." There was a heavy arm around his shoulders as Jaejoong tried to steer him back towards the party.
"Oh, come on. You haven't had sex in six months. Six months! I would already be dead if I were you!"
Junsu slipped out of the other's hold, gracefully reaching the pavement just in time to stop a cab. Luck was on his side that night.
"Please, will you stay for a little bit? For me?"
"...Fine."
One can not say no to a man like Kim Jaejoong.
He apologized to the cab driver before heading back towards his grinning friend. "But I'm not wearing this stupid costume any more! And I'm going to wash my face!"
"Deal. Now, let's get back to the fun!"
Oh yeah. Fun.
[ --- ]
Two hours later he was now in his normal clothes. Junsu had been flirted with by two women, three men, and a person whose disguise as a mummy had been so efficient, he wasn’t able to tell their gender. He had turned them all down, none of them interesting, all of them just horny and wanting to get laid. The men hadn't even tried to hide their interest in his ass and his patience was nearing its end. He was ready to check if Jaejoong was around before making a dash for the door. Before that though, he wanted to check out the balcony the owner had been gushing about at work since he bought the place.
The view was nice. If you counted the backyard of your neighbor a sight worth seeing, but Junsu guessed there was an endless view of the sky. It must have looked amazing during sunsets and sunrises. It almost made him want to stay the extra four hours left until a new day began just so he could see the dawn. Almost, but not quite. He was leaning against the handrail, staring down at the drunken idiots in the pool, thinking it was about time he left before discovered a presence next to him.
He glanced to the side and stared. A man about his age was in the same position, except he was holding a glass of wine in the hand that stretched over the handrail in a lazy manner. The man was wearing a frilly white shirt, it's front opened enough for Junsu to see a bare torso and salivate before his eyes caught sight of the other man’s Adam's apple moving as he took a sip from his glass. The tight breeches contoured to the shape of his thighs, while the leather boots gave him a bit of an edge. The man's face however was easy on the eyes, lips soft-looking, eyes holding a sultry gaze as he stared into the darkness with his face framed by brown locks of hair that had escaped from the hold of a hair-clasp. The man's hair looked long enough to touch his shoulders and all in all...
Junsu was mesmerized.
But a bit confused.
"So, what are you supposed to be?" He cursed himself for saying the exact same thing every one of his earlier personal-space-invaders had.
The man turned his head, meeting Junsu's eyes and making his knees quiver at the close-up view of his beauty. Then his lips turned up, smiling elegantly and it took Junsu a moment before he realized that the other had just revealed his 'character'.
"Oh. A vampire."
He was very eloquent, wasn't he? The man had turned back to stare at the stars so Junsu returned to observing the monsters playing 'Marco Polo'. He was thinking of leaving again. Junsu was embarrassed at standing next to a gorgeous human specimen who was obviously not interested in him, and it was just his luck that when he found someone interesting, there was no chance in hell he could hook up with such a man. Even if the other was interested in males-
"What are you supposed to be?"
"Huh?" He felt the urge to hit himself, but then he congratulated his stupidity, for it caused the man's eyes to sparkle as he let out a melodic chuckle.
"I don't quite get your costume."
"Oh." He blinked at the amused smirk and then a shiver raced over him as those eyes lowered and quite obviously checked him out. He was unnerved when it wasn’t anger that flew through him as the gaze stopped on the shape of his ass for a full ten seconds before coming up again, but in fact ... excitement.
"I'm..." He thought for a moment before realizing he didn't have a costume on any more. "I'm me." He turned his head away again, intently staring ahead and trying to not focus on the fact that there was a sex god standing next to him while all he was wearing was a pair of old rugged jeans, a red T-Shirt and a simple black jacket. Not exactly the most appealing sight.
"Me? Does 'me' have a name?"
He faintly wondered why he was so desperate for the other to take an interest in him. Was the six months without sex finally catching up to him? If the pool of warmth in his stomach was to be the judge, then yes it had finally caught up to him, and now he was horny as hell under the watchful eye of a sexy vampire, no less.
"Kim Junsu."
There was a pause, and he was straining to keep his eyes focused straight ahead and not make it seem obvious just how much the other's low (dare he call it a bedroom) voice was affecting him. But nothing could have prepared him for what was said next.
"Want to join me in finding a room, Junsu?"
"What?" That was when he doomed himself by looking, and there he was. Leaning against the handrail, while the he downed his last sip of wine and threw the glass over his shoulder, the sound of it breaking into shards making Junsu flinch.
"Wh- You can't do that! Some-" Then something weird happened to him. He met the man's eyes and suddenly found a haze covering his rational reasons; why he should stay away, leave. None of that seemed important now, all he wanted to do was agree with everything the man said, answer anything the man asked and give himself wholly to the other. He blinked and the haze was gone. His fear stayed.
"You don't seem like the type to enjoy such parties." The man came up closer, his arms coming to rest on the handrail on either side of Junsu, making him turn fully against the other, his back to the people outside. His eyes widened when the stranger leaned in, their chests and knees brushing together as the other's hot breath touched his ear. "How long has it been, Junsu?"
The swipe of tongue that followed made him gasp, "Wh-What?"
"How long has it been since someone made love to you?" The hands moved to his waist, softly massaging it and making Junsu's eyelids flutter before he closed them fully, when nimble fingers slid under his clothes and touched his bare navel. They slid higher, softly caressing each and every inch of skin they found and Junsu made the mistake of opening his eyes and meeting the man's smoldering gaze.
The haze returned, and all he could think about was satisfying the stranger, to make him happy, to obey his every command and give himself wholly to the other. There were lips close enough for him to kiss, so he leaned forward, crushing their mouths together in his desperation for more.
The other's lips felt like cold fire against his own. They left him shivering yet burned him in the most delicious way possible. His eyes were closed; the haze was gone yet the need for satisfaction... for both of them... stayed. Next he unleashed his tongue in hopes of getting entrance to the other's cavern and when those lips parted and a tongue came out to meet his own, Junsu moaned wantonly.
For a short second he scolded himself for surrendering to a total stranger, but the thought was pushed away as soon as the man's tongue flicked a certain way that made Junsu arch himself against the other's body, hands coming up to grip the half-opened shirt. The other was hard and lean, and his arms slid up and around the delicate neck, bringing the man closer until there was no room for air between them.
Their mouths separated, Junsu’s lungs burning for air, but his intake of breath was cut short with a gasp as a leg nudged his thighs apart and a knee rose to rub against his wakening member. He whimpered when it pushed hard, almost too hard against him and stared at the other's face.
"I'll ask again."
He was slightly miffed over the fact that he had trouble getting his breathing back to normal again, while the stranger sounded just like he had before.
"Want to join me in finding a room, Junsu?"
Junsu groaned when the knee raised higher and didn’t move, hard against his throbbing erection, yet not providing any friction. When he tried to move his hips the other's fingers traveled down to his hips, holding him against the cold metal. He tried to clear his throat so he wouldn't embarrass himself, when speaking.
"Y-Yes." He moaned when the knee continued moving as a reward and there were chilly burning lips on his neck, a tongue lapping at his vein before it disappeared and it was only thanks to his reflexes that he managed to grip the handrail behind him, preventing himself from toppling over. He stared at the figure, now standing at the glass doors leading inside with a wicked look on his face and briefly wondered what he had agreed to.
"Are you coming? I don't fancy an audience, but if it turns you on we may continue."
Then he heard the catcalls, the whistling, and the shouts coming from the pool-area. They had just made out in front of other people and Junsu blushed in shame. He looked up once more at the questioning eyes and considered backing out of this.
But as usual, the male libido won over any argument.
So, he followed.
[ --- ]
The room he found himself in was small but comfortable with a bed just big enough for two. Frankly, Junsu thought as the stranger backed him against the bed, forcing him to sit before the taller man, the bed was all they needed. He observed a strange ache growing in him, as the man started to slowly undress himself.
"So how long has it been, Junsu?"
Did he dare to say the truth? But then dark eyes met his and the ability to lie disappeared, "Six months." He frowned... Where had that urge to only tell the truth come from? This was getting creepier by the minute. His eyes widened when the shirt hit the floor. Okay, so what if it was creepier, it was now also really erotic… the man was indeed lean with perfectly pale skin that glistened in the dim glow of the lamp.
An almost disbelieving frown was sent his way before the man slowly came closer and touched Junsu's cheek with the back of his hand, the action so gentle it made his heart burst.
"A beauty such as yourself should never be unsatisfied for so long." The hand was removed and Junsu almost cried at the loss of contact, before he was pushed back harshly and there was a body sliding against his as the man crawled on top of him. His hands went up and met bare flesh, as he caressed the other's chest. If the stranger's half-lidded gaze was anything to go by, his ministrations were causing pleasure for both of them and that's ultimately what Junsu wished for.
"My name is Yoochun." The other’s soft voice whispered into his ear and he bit back a moan because for once, the man's voice was breathy. "And I'm going to make sure..." A breath on his neck before lips roughly claimed the spot, a tongue lapping at the skin and then teeth nipping softly at his veins. "... That you'll never be unsatisfied... ever again." A hand spread his legs, the man sliding in between them before Yoochun's groin was pressed against his and a loud gasp escaped Junsu before turning into a long moan, as the other kept moving, rubbing, creating friction between them that made the ache in him grow stronger. Somehow, it wasn't enough. Even though he felt as if he could climax from this sensation alone he wanted more, but he wasn't sure what.
When Yoochun spoke again, he tried to focus on the man's words and not just on his voice. "Do you trust me with your body, Junsu? Will you give yourself to me?"
Now that he found weird. It was the 21st century, it was usually 'do you want to fuck?', not anything like the man on top of him was saying. But maybe it was part of his role to play the seducing vampire in the Middle Ages. Yoochun stopped all movement, his hips pressing Junsu's to the mattress, to prevent the smaller man from continuing the friction
"Yes. I will."
A second later he was glad he had breathed the words, for the other's mouth was on his, teeth nipping at his bottom lip before a tongue slid skillfully into his mouth. Junsu welcomed it with ease, suckling on it and shivering in pleasure when Yoochun moaned deliciously. But then the hips moved with a little more force, the teeth pinched just a little harder and Junsu's eyes widened as their clothed erections were harshly pushed together when there was a piercing pain in his lip, thick liquid flowing out of a small wound. He realized there was pain… and that he enjoyed it.
He was in slight shock at his new discovery, barely noticing that Yoochun had backed off and was now sitting between Junsu's thighs, fingers brazenly brushing against the bulge in his pants. He licked up the blood on his lip, before raising himself onto his elbows and stared at the question in the other's eyes. He tentatively sat up, once again close enough to kiss the other man, but he didn't. Instead he bit his lip thoughtfully, a rush running through him when his wound stung. He then met the other's eyes.
"I... I liked that... Will you do more?"
Yoochun's gaze seemed to soften as he leaned to lick at the small gash that was still bleeding. "Only if you trust me."
As the mouth moved lower and teeth grazed his skin, he could only nod. Suddenly his jacket was ripped off, his T-Shirt was pulled over his head, and that mouth descended, hungrily moving over the newly exposed area of bare skin.
Junsu let himself fall back on the bed, fully intent on enjoying what's to come. He wasn't disappointed when teeth sank into the area around his nipple, making him arch off the bed and cry out softly as the pain made the ache in him grow, his erection jerking at the thought of more.
Yoochun's hands made quick work of Junsu's jeans and before he realized what was happening, his jeans and boxers were roughly pulled off. It happened so quickly, that he was slightly disorientated. Gentle yet strong hands grabbed his arms and pulled him upright, before forcing him to turn around. He was kneeling on the bed now and he felt the other move against his back, the hot breath returning to his ear. Junsu leant his head on Yoochun's shoulder, willingly giving all power to the other man.
His member was firmly grasped and he moaned, rolling his hips against the hand, needing release and yet... needing something else too. With each roll into the hand, he pushed himself back against the other's bulge, loving the way Yoochun groaned straight into his ear and started grinding himself against Junsu, but the final remainder of clothing between them bothered him a lot.
"T-Take your pants off."
A dark chuckle rang in the air and he moaned as he kept pushing into the hand, the grip on his length growing tighter.
"Impatient, are we?"
"Yeah, now please take them off." It came out as a whine, but by that time Junsu really didn't give a shit.
Junsu was pushed against the bed, but not a moment later he was harshly turned onto his back and a body pressed against him, making him moan. A naked body. How Yoochun managed to undress so fast, was a question for later as he was currently enjoying the bare contact and the fact that their erections were shamelessly being rubbed against each other. The feeling was intensified by the fact that it was Yoochun, someone he had just met, someone he didn't really know. They were at Jaejoong's house and anyone could walk in at any possible moment and Yoochun was going to bite him again, he was sure of it. That thought made his length throb in anticipation.
Then hands were suddenly grabbing his hips, strong enough to hurt, their members were pressed together almost painfully and teeth sunk into his shoulder, the other's sharp fangs piercing skin and Junsu moaned loudly at the pain.
"God, t-that feels good."
"Mm..." Yoochun hummed against the fresh wound before lapping up the blood, "Doesn't it?"
Junsu didn't know what to think... he had never guessed himself to be the kind to enjoy pain during sex, but for some reason, Yoochun made it more enjoyable. The pain turned into pleasure as soon as it emerged and dear God, Junsu was so high on euphoria, he wasn’t even bothered by the fact that the other seemed to take a liking towards the taste of blood.
"Do you want more?" A deliberate thrust and another bite, but this time not enough to create a mark.
"Ngh, yes. Y-yes."
The harsh thrusts continued, making Junsu cling onto the other's arms desperately.
"Look into my eyes. Look at me, Junsu."
Hearing the other breathe out his name made him obey as he let their gazes meet once more. The foggy feeling returned and suddenly all he could see was Yoochun, all he could feel was the others hips grinding against his own and it felt sinfully good, too good. His hands dropped from the other's skin, gripping the sheets under him in tight fists as his breaths turned to moans, close, so close, yet still not there. The haze brought back the need to...
"Tell me, Junsu. Tell me what you want."
Their eyes had never left each other and Junsu whimpered when the other pressed their whole bodies together, before stopping all movement.
"Tell me." Yoochun's voice sounded strained.
The need to...
"I want to give myself wholly to you." Junsu didn't recognize his own voice, it sounded foreignly calm and content to his ears, but it didn't matter as he closed his eyes and the fog was still there along with something pressing into him, slowly yet mercilessly. His eyes snapped open as he cried out, staring at the glowing eyes hovering over him. Yoochun was entering him, without a warning and without help and Gods, it hurt Junsu enough to make tears drop from his eyelids.
But he wanted more. Needed more. More pain. More pleasure.
"More." The plea came out as a groan as Yoochun fully sheathed himself into the smaller man. He didn't move for a moment, allowing Junsu to adjust as much as he possibly could in this predicament. His legs were pushed up, knees almost touching his chest and completely spread open for Yoochun. The other waited only for a moment before he leaned down to plant a rough kiss on Junsu's lips as he slid out half of his length and thrust back into the other, making Junsu gasp hotly against Yoochun’s mouth.
The man wasted no time in finding a pace, as he slid in and out of Junsu's tight heat. It was a bit dry, there must have been blood and it was altogether uncomfortable, but he was still enjoying it... he still wanted more.
"H-Harder- More." He managed to gasp out, but then Yoochun tortured him by once again growing entirely still. The man lowered himself so that their lips were brushing tormentingly, before the hands moved themselves from under Junsu's knees to his hips, pressing down painfully even before the thought of bucking up could enter his head.
"More what?" Yoochun stressed demandingly.
Junsu stared at the face above him, it's beauty now tinged with a strange cruelty that thrilled him. He was enjoying giving power to the man, to a total stranger. He was enjoying the pain, for underneath it lay something else, something warmer and gentler. It was as if Yoochun had two sides of him and Junsu wanted to see both of them.
Right now, he needed the cruelty.
"...More pain."
His breath hitched when he was yanked up against Yoochun’s chest. He struggled to straddle the thighs under him, groaning when the other's length moved with each shift he made. Yoochun was watching him silently, for one moment giving the power over to him. Junsu intended to make good use of it as he started to slowly slide the other out of him once he had found his balance.
He quickly glanced at Yoochun right before ramming himself down hard, a shout escaping him at the pain, but it was overcome by pleasure as the man's tip had hit the spot he had hoped it would.
He didn't waste any time going slow, starting to bounce himself up and down on the other's hard length, their release set out as his goal. Yoochun's arms came around him and his own hands slid into the other's hair as he slammed himself down hard and quick each and every time. Junsu's mouth was open in a never-ending silent cry and he felt Yoochun groan against his neck.
Then it happened, teeth sunk sharply into his jugular and it felt as if the ache in him had been fulfilled. It burst out in satisfaction and made Junsu arch his back, pressing every bone in his body against Yoochun's slick frame, sweaty and tired as he shook from his climax.
"G-God." He slumped against the other, not caring about his own seed plastered between them and then Yoochun was bucking into him hard and fast before he came, filling Junsu and making the smaller man groan sharply at the sensation.
He panted, trying to catch his breath and let out a breathless chuckle, amazed by what he had just experienced. When he tried to move... only then did he feel the numbing pain in his neck, the teeth that were still attached to him, and the feeling of someone sucking out his life essence.
"Wh-What are you doing?" When he received no response, just a sharp tug at the wound, he whimpered and tried to struggle away from the man, feeling true fear for the first time since seeing the stranger.
What was he doing? He shouldn't have trusted a guy he just met, no matter how good he looked!
His thoughts were jumbling together as he grew weaker, Yoochun feeding on his blood, until his limp body was laid out on the bed and he tried to glare at the vampire that was smiling at him sweetly, but his eyes were heavy.
"I loved that sound you just made." A soft whisper before a mouth brushed against his, "I want you to smile more for me. I want you to laugh because of me." A hand caressed Junsu's cheek and he frowned at the gentleness, remembering his earlier thoughts.
He had wanted to see both sides of Yoochun and now he truly had.
"I want to keep you." The low moan that escaped the man made Junsu shiver in trepidation at what was to come. "I want you to be mine."
A dark gaze met his half-lidded one and his mind was trapped in a haze, thoughts, wants, and needs forced into him that weren't truly his.
I want to make him happy, I want to become his, I want to satisfy him, I'll do anything for him...
I want to give myself wholly to him and no one else.
"Now..."
A bloody wrist was presented to him, the liquid from the wound dripping on Junsu's languid lips.
"Drink."