Too much of heaven's a sin
Title: Too much of heaven's a sin
Pairing: Baekyeol
Rating: NC-17
Words: 4191
Warnings: Slight blood play and violence.
Summary: (TrueBlood!au) He wants to feel how fast he can make a dead heart beat.
Fergie's birthday fic. She's been getting all my firsts since 2013.
He doesn’t like to talk about it. To be honest, it’s probably his best kept secret ever. The only one who knows exactly what he is, is Chanyeol. And it hadn’t been his intention to tell him. Chanyeol simply came knowing everything about him.
And real talk, he’s just awfully ashamed of it.
“C’mon, Baek, why can’t you tell me?” Jongin pouts as he eats the sandwich his older brother just made for him (jelly and butter, because he's still a child deep down).
“We have known each other for 10 years” He continues “You know exactly what I am, you saw me at my lowest and yet you can’t tell me what you are?” He pauses and Baekhyun thinks he heard his voice quiver a little. “I thought you trusted me, hyung.”
Yes, that was a punch line. Ten years ago a pair of puppy eyes made him bring a weird boy to his house and right now the same eyes are making him feel weak again. He sighs “I’m just embarrassed Jongin. You are my little brother, I love you, and I’m sure you would lose all your respect towards me in the second I tell you the truth.”
He’s not lying, he wants to keep that part of dignity, but the look his brother is directing him is of pure betrayal and hurt. He doesn’t want him to feel like he’s not worth of knowing the truth; he decides he deserves a hint “Listen, you know I’m a creature of light, right?”
Jongin looks at him, still slightly troubled “I know that. I’ve seen the rays of light coming from your hands.” Baekhyun moves his hand indicating him to keep going. “Sometimes, you used to shine at night. Like, your whole body. It was so weird.” He starts to sweat and Jongin keeps going. “And Chanyeol says you’re pretty unique. That there are only a few of your specie.”
“And what do you think I am?”
Jongin looks up with an exasperated expression “That’s the point, hyung. I just don't know”
“Give me your best shot” He teases.
Jongin takes the last bite of his sandwich. He knows he lost, the conversation is over. “An alien, maybe?”
Baekhyun snorts and ruffles his younger brother’s hair. His secret is safe for now. “It’s better if you think I’m an alien. Go home now, I’ll see you later.”
He walks him outside the bar and sees him take his bike. “Don’t let strangers in!” He yells as the silhouette of his brother gets tiny.
He goes back inside and closes the door. He had shooed his brother home because the sun is about to set and the clients will arrive soon. It doesn’t matter how strong Jongin is, he doesn’t want his baby brother to get involved into this business. Not so soon, at least.
He walks to the back of the bar, where his office is, and strips of his jeans and button shirt. He changes into tight leather pants, a white vest and a leather jacket. He darknens his eyes with eyeliner and takes his silver necklace -there’s no way he’s letting any client take a drink from him.
The man looks at himself in the mirror and almost laughs. It doesn’t matter how many times he repeats this routine, he’s always a little scared. But his droopy eyes and shaggy black hair would never give away what he truly is. As far as everyone knows, he’s the respectable owner of a club.
Once he’s done with getting the right look, he goes to lift the iron curtains. It’s pitch black already. He can’t avoid the dumb smile that forms in his face as he brings the boxes of true blood from the freezer, Chanyeol is about to wake up.
Just as he’s accommodating the bottles under the bar, he feels a pair of hands holding his waist and a body lazily resting over his back. “Why are you wearing silver? It stings, Baek.” His voice is so deep and still sleepy, it makes Baekhyun’s toes curl. He dreams of waking up to this.
He turns around, sneaking his hands around the neck of the taller man. “Good night, love. Do you want something to drink?”
Chanyeol laughs, throwing his head back, a curtain of red hair around his head. Then, in a second, his face is millimeters away from Baekhyun’s and he’s sporting a wicked smile; wide, blinding and showing a pair of long fangs.
He doesn’t even try to resist. He stands on his tip toes and licks the expanse of the incisors, curling his tongue behind them and successfully making his boyfriend shiver.
Chanyeol’s hands tighten around his waist and doesn’t waste time to trap his lips between his. In the years they’ve spent together Chanyeol has demonstrated that even his most chaste kiss is enough to drive him insane. Right now the kisses are scorching, biting, demanding and Baekhyun is sure there’s no sanity inside of him anymore.
With no sanity, or probably blood in his head, left, he suddenly thinks it would be a nice idea to let Chanyeol fuck him in the bar before the clients arrive. It would be so nice; to have the other inside of him and be so full of him that the other vampires wouldn’t even look at him too much. That way it would be clear that he’s Chanyeol’s.
He’s still lost inside his mind as they kiss when Chanyeol lifts him and makes him cross his legs around his waist. He carries him to his office and makes space to Baekhyun to sit on top of his desk.
“Since you were mean and decided to wear silver around your neck, I think I’m going to have to drink from other place.” Chanyeol grunts and unbuttons Baekhyun’s leather pants.
He only looks desperately as the other frees him from his clothing and brings his legs to rest over his shoulders. He wants to cross his ankles and force him to bend so they can kiss, but Chanyeol has different ideas.
He starts by kissing his ankle and slowly going up to the back of his knee, where he nuzzles and gives a soft nip. Then, he brings his tongue out and licks a long strip up to his favorite spot in the inside of Baekhyun’s thigh.
The wetness of Chanyeol's mouth and all the anticipation make him bring his hands to his own hair and start to pull. He can do this, they have done it before. They do it a lot, actually. It doesn’t need to get out of his hands. But then the tongue that was warming the spot disappears and fangs come to replace it, slowly perforating the skin.
By the time Chanyeol reaches his femoral he’s already far too gone into pleasure; the warmth of the bite is expanding all over his body and concentrating heath in all the right places. He doesn’t need to look down to know he’s already fully erect.
He's not sure of why, maybe he enjoys pain, but having his lover feast from his blood is his biggest pleasure. He likes to be taken and destroyed and then slowly reconstructed by the only person he has ever loved.
Blindly, he moves his hands to tangle them in Chanyeol’s cherry hair and just as he starts to pull, wanting him to bite deeper, the taller boy is already licking the spot again to close the wound. He couldn’t be rough even if the tried, Chanyeol is just too considerate.
The time that takes to Chanyeol to come back from the blood lust is spent by Baekhyun untangling the knots in Chanyeol’s hair. Then his lover looks up at him. His wide, innocent eyes and the blood smeared all over his lips should form a disgusting image, but he can only think of how much he adores the vampire. He enjoys knowing he’s the only one Chanyeol has ever taken in this way. No one has given this much pleasure to him.
The moment of adoration ends when Chanyeol removes his own clothes and drags him back to the mental state where he only knows about Chanyeol, lust, and the taste of their coppery kisses.
The vampire wastes no time, he knows the bite had been enough foreplay for Baekhyun. He lifts his legs again and inserts his finger inside of him; there’s no need to stretch him a lot, he’s still loose from the night before.
He spits in his hand and strokes himself for a moment before entering Baekhyun with one deep thrust. The other arches his back beautifully and he doesn't think twice to start sliding in and out. His whole body craves the way Baekhyun reacts to his touches in the same way he craves his blood.
Chanyeol keeps the pace for a while before bending down to peck his lips “Touch yourself.” He commands and Baekhyun obeys. It's instinct by this point.
The shorter boy doesn’t go straight for his cock though; instead he palms his balls and squeezes softly as he looks at his boyfriend’s beautiful face scrunched up in pleasure.
When Chanyeol opens his eyes after an especially good thrust and smirks at Baekhyun, he’s forced to watch in agony as the red haired boy releases one of his legs and brings his hand to his mouth. Baekhyun starts to flick the head of his dick at the same time Chanyeol fits three fingers inside of his mouth. He imagines the warmth of that mouth around him and it doesn’t take him long to release all over his chest.
Chanyeol is good at this, after all. He has learned to get the best of the state of pleasure the bites bring to Baekhyun.
Once he’s through his orgasm, Chanyeol moves him and makes him bend over his desk to fuck him from behind. He penetrates him and holds onto his shoulders to push him at the same time he moves.
After a while he brings his lips close to his ear and whispers, hot breath making Baekhyun shiver, “You understand that if you weren’t wearing that silver necklace I would be drinking from your neck right now, right? Wouldn’t you like to be penetrated by me in every possible way?” Baekhyun regrets his life in that second and starts to pull weakly at the chain, trying to remove it from his neck, but it's too late.
Chanyeol is already stilling, and with a grunt, releasing inside of him.
They stay quiet for a moment. Chanyeol’s limbs twitching from time to time and Baekhyun listening the sound of his own blood pumping inside his body.
Once Chanyeol is back to his senses, he helps his lover back to his clothes and sits him in his chair, asking him to wait until he comes back.
He goes to the front, to open the door. There’s a line of vampires and humans, all waiting to go inside. Exactly in the front is a very angry Sehun. “Are you done fucking my boss? I need to work, Chanyeol.” He only chuckles, Sehun is his favorite bartender. “And don’t forget the girls are dancing tonight, you’re supposed to take care of them.” Chanyeol nods and Sehun bumps him as he walks inside. It’s not like ‘the girls’ need protection; they are as deadly as them.
Once the clients start to fill the club and the mood is set, he goes back to the office. He finds Baekhyun still sitting in his chair, but now he has a murderous expression. He’s glowing. A warm light that reminds Chanyeol of the sun he won’t be able to see again, is coming from his skin.
"You’re such a pretty fairy.” He coos, and Baekhyun throws him his pen.
“Your fucking dick made me glow!” He screams as he keeps throwing things. Chanyeol knows how much Baekhyun hates to glow. Chanyeol instead really enjoys it, because he has found that the other only glows after a particularly good orgasm.
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A few nights later Baekhyun finds himself closing the club at 1am. It’s a special occasion. Jongin is out of the town for a school thing and he wants to spend the rest of the night in company of Chanyeol. It’s their second anniversary together; he thinks they deserve to get a rest from work.
Sehun left a while ago and he’s only waiting for Chanyeol to come back. He went to drop their dancers to their house. They are two recently turned vampires that Fangtasia had to take under their wing. They weren’t turned by Chanyeol, but since whoever turned them decided to abandon them, he trained them. “I just want to see them get home safe.” He had said. Baekhyun thought the measure was necessary. The recent events had been enough to scare even the oldest vampires. The town wasn’t safe for any creature of the night.
When his boyfriend returns, he asks him to turn off the lights and he secures the front door. They leave the building hand in hand; he’s swinging his car keys happily, thinking about sleeping until late with Chanyeol. He can block the windows and maybe then the other will be able to stay in bed the whole day.
They don’t really make it to the car.
He doesn’t think Chanyeol was able to see it coming either. When they are a couple of meters away from the car, someone comes from behind and hits Baekhyun in the back of the head with a bat. His vision blackens in the corners and his knees give up. He falls, his cheek pressed flat against the cold pavement. It could be so easy to black out, but then the pain in his head makes him clear himself a little and it’s then when he sees them.
It’s a small group, four or five, but they have managed to reduce his boyfriend and they are currently chaining him as if he were some kind of animal. From the way the other is breathing, he’s sure the chains are made of silver.
He’s scared as hell, but there’s anger bubbling inside his chest. They are probably the ones that have been attacking vampires all over the city; he can’t let them take Chanyeol. He starts to get up and starts to throw treats of calling the police if they don’t leave them alone, but before he can stand completely, one of the guys comes close to him and with a swing of his fist he’s back in the ground.
He hears Chanyeol whimper as the stranger straddles him. He wants to save him, but the other is holding his chin, forcing him to look at him in the eyes. “Such a pretty fangbanger we have here.” He spits and Baekhyun can smell the sweat and alcohol coming from every pore of his body, “Since you have a club for vampires and regularly give yourself to them I’m guess you wouldn’t mind me getting a little rough.”
“No” He thinks, he’s not letting this happen. There’s no fucking way he ends like this. He won’t let some stupid humans kill Chanyeol and he won’t let some dirty bastard touch him. He starts to kick the other as much as he can and then his hands reach the keys he dropped when he fell.
His only weapon is pathetic against a man as big as the one straddling him. He still tries, he stabs one of the keys in the eye of the man and the grip he has on Baekhyun relaxes a little. Just as he’s about to slide from under him, the man is over him again, holding him with too much force from the shoulders and then he pulls his hair and lifts his head only push him against the pavement again. He does the same thing three times more before Baekhyun finally blacks out.
When he wakes up he feels cold. He opens his eyes and looks up to the sky; it’s still filled with stars. He wonders why he feels so cold; it seems to be a warm night. Quickly he realizes he’s wet. He’s completely wet and he doesn’t have idea how is that he fell asleep outside or how he managed to not to be awaken by the rain, probably.
Then he hears it, the sound of heels clicking against the ground. His eyes take a while to focus her, but then he recognizes her, it’s one of their dancers. Her blond hair is completely covered in blood, but still recognizable.
Soojung smiles at him and brings her wrist to her mouth and bites until she draws blood. She kneels by his side and he thinks he sees her feline eyes getting rimmed with blood. “Please drink.” She says offering him her wrist and Baekhyun separates his lips.
He drinks until the warmth returns to his body. Baekhyun leans in her shoulder as she helps him to stand and sits him inside his car. “Wait inside, Jinri is still healing him, but he should survive.” She smiles again “You’re going to be ok too.”
She closes the door and walks in front of the car; he follows her and notices she’s walking to a pile of bodies. She starts to dismember them and he sighs in relief.
Baekhyun looks to the other side of the car and sees Chanyeol drinking from the wrist of the other girl. He notices she’s almost forcing him to and he wonders what they did to make an old vampire like Chanyeol this weak. Then Jinri is carrying his boyfriend and he wants to laugh, because the two tiny girls they were supposed to protect just saved their asses.
She opens the door of the back and throws him inside “Baek, your boyfriend is so fucking heavy how do you even deal with him?” He opens his mouth to answer her but the only thing that comes out is a sob. She gets in the driver seat and looks at him with deep concern “I’m taking you home.”
When they arrive home Chanyeol is still unconscious. Jinri only walks them to the door and says goodbye, explaining she needs to join Soojung to get rid of the bodies.
“You don’t need to worry.” She had said with a tiny voice “They won’t return, we killed all of them.”
He doesn’t really want to think about where they would be if it wasn’t for them.
He helps Chanyeol to get to the basement and starts to inspect his wounds. They didn’t only chain him. From the hole in Chanyeol’s shirt he can tell they tried to stake him. He hopes Jinri and Soojung gave them the worst kind of death.
Once Chanyeol is set inside his coffin, he goes to the bathroom and looks at himself in the mirror. He’s covered in, now, dry blood. “That’s why I was wet.” He whispers to himself as he gets in the shower.
Later, he doesn’t bother to dry himself or to wear clothes. He only falls to his bed and thinks he’s glad they didn’t die during their second anniversary.
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He opens his eyes at 2pm and decided he can’t waste time. He runs to the kitchen and opens the fridge; he needs to eat for when Chanyeol wakes up. He makes scrambled eggs and then eats salad. Later he puts a cake in the oven and orders take out.
He eats fried chicken resting his back against the door of the basement, counting the minutes until the sun finally sets.
At quarter to seven he takes out the cake from the oven and decides it’s time to take another shower. He washes his hair and rubs his whole body with soap, wondering if Chanyeol will still be able to smell the blood.
He's about close the water when he hears the door open and he peeks through the curtain only to see his boyfriend removing his clothes.
"Hi there" He says softly and the red haired boy walks to him with open arms. Baekhyun hugs him back and Chanyeol is holding so tight it takes him a while to notice he’s crying too. His boyfriend is crumbling down in his arms.
"I couldn't help you." Chanyeol sobs in his shoulder. He can only rub circles in his back.
"They were hurting you too, Yeol."
"I'm supposed to be stronger!"
"But that doesn't make you infallible. Don't dare to blame yourself for this" He says, hitting his boyfriend softly.
Chanyeol finally lifts his head from his shoulder and Baekhyun starts to wash the streaks of blood the tears left in Chanyeol’s cheeks. "I can't believe you are two hundred years old. You are such a baby."
"Are we opening the club tonight?" The taller asks.
He washes his hands before answering "I think we shouldn't." He says as he starts to soap Chanyeol's body "We just need to call Sehun. I don’t want him and the girls alone there."
That night Baekhyun eats cake and Chanyeol drinks a bottle of true blood as they watch TV. It’s good to do something normal for once.
When they are done with dinner, Baekhyun finds himself using Chanyeol’s lap as pillow. “Do you think we’ll ever have a normal life, Chanyeol?” He asks absentmindedly, glassy eyes still looking straight to the screen.
His boyfriend seems to meditate about it for a second, “I can’t. But you can try, Baek.” Chanyeol says and he turns to rest on his back.
“Are you stupid? I would rather die! Would you leave-” He starts to shout and Chanyeol covers his mouth with his hand. His hand is big and warm, he thinks about childishly licking it, but then he speaks again.
“Don’t you don’t understand? Every breath you take is precious to me” He says as he removes his hand and runs his fingers through Baekhyun’s black hair. “And it’s not because you are still fully alive and warm. It’s so much deeper than that-” He turns away and this time his voice is almost a whisper “I just adore every second you exist. Every time you inhale you live for another second and I’m just glad you exist and that I have the chance to spend time with you.” He leans down, hovering over his shorter boyfriend and once they are eye to eye, breaths mingling, he whispers “I love you and your whole existence, Byun Baekhyun.”
The shorter boy can’t contain the tears as he holds Chanyeol’s face. He caresses his cheekbones, his eyebrows, the bridge of his nose and then a dark feelings starts to grow in his chest - he wonders, if Chanyeol wouldn’t like him anymore if he wasn’t human anymore. After all to share an eternity together he would have stop living.
At the end it doesn’t matter because he straddles his lap and presses his lips against his boyfriend’s.
He might never have the chance to see Chanyeol’s skin under the sun, but his smile is warm enough. Maybe he'll never have the chance to wake up for breakfast with his lover, but he’s a creature of the night too. He owns a club for goodness sake; they can share a million dinners together.
Nothing really matters as long as he has Chanyeol, he thinks as he starts to grind his hips against his boyfriend’s. His hands immediately come to cup his ass and suddenly both of them are lost into it. Again.
That night Chanyeol allows Baekhyun to take him. He already said how much he cherishes him, it’s time for Baekhyun to show how much he adores him too.
Baekhyun unbuttons his shirt and starts to leave gentle kisses and bites all over his long neck and chest. Secretly, he wants to leave marks, even if he knows Chanyeol will heal immediately.
Once he feels his love has been tattooed all over the body of the other, he takes one of Chanyeol's nipples in his mouth and presses his hand to his chest. He wants to feel how fast he can make a dead heart beat.
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Chanyeol's reactions are so wonderfully human, when he gives himself to Baekhyun and the pleasure he promises. Deep down he probably enjoys being babied, but who can blame him for enjoying having the head of his lover between his legs, his nose slightly bumping his balls and a warm tongue opening him slowly.
He thinks two centuries of wait were worth of now having the chance to put his legs around Baekhyun’s hips as the other pounds inside of him.
A couple of times he tries to press him to go deeper, but his lover has his head resting in his chest, keeping a firm but slow rhythm. Then, the angle changes slightly and Chanyeol moans. He feels Baekyun’s nails clawing in his shoulders as he fastens his thrusts.
He comes all over his stomach and Baekhyun’s chest and the latter finally lifts his head with a satisfied smile and releases inside of him too.
He wonders what made him smile like that.
Pairing: Baekyeol
Rating: NC-17
Words: 4191
Warnings: Slight blood play and violence.
Summary: (TrueBlood!au) He wants to feel how fast he can make a dead heart beat.
Fergie's birthday fic. She's been getting all my firsts since 2013.
He doesn’t like to talk about it. To be honest, it’s probably his best kept secret ever. The only one who knows exactly what he is, is Chanyeol. And it hadn’t been his intention to tell him. Chanyeol simply came knowing everything about him.
And real talk, he’s just awfully ashamed of it.
“C’mon, Baek, why can’t you tell me?” Jongin pouts as he eats the sandwich his older brother just made for him (jelly and butter, because he's still a child deep down).
“We have known each other for 10 years” He continues “You know exactly what I am, you saw me at my lowest and yet you can’t tell me what you are?” He pauses and Baekhyun thinks he heard his voice quiver a little. “I thought you trusted me, hyung.”
Yes, that was a punch line. Ten years ago a pair of puppy eyes made him bring a weird boy to his house and right now the same eyes are making him feel weak again. He sighs “I’m just embarrassed Jongin. You are my little brother, I love you, and I’m sure you would lose all your respect towards me in the second I tell you the truth.”
He’s not lying, he wants to keep that part of dignity, but the look his brother is directing him is of pure betrayal and hurt. He doesn’t want him to feel like he’s not worth of knowing the truth; he decides he deserves a hint “Listen, you know I’m a creature of light, right?”
Jongin looks at him, still slightly troubled “I know that. I’ve seen the rays of light coming from your hands.” Baekhyun moves his hand indicating him to keep going. “Sometimes, you used to shine at night. Like, your whole body. It was so weird.” He starts to sweat and Jongin keeps going. “And Chanyeol says you’re pretty unique. That there are only a few of your specie.”
“And what do you think I am?”
Jongin looks up with an exasperated expression “That’s the point, hyung. I just don't know”
“Give me your best shot” He teases.
Jongin takes the last bite of his sandwich. He knows he lost, the conversation is over. “An alien, maybe?”
Baekhyun snorts and ruffles his younger brother’s hair. His secret is safe for now. “It’s better if you think I’m an alien. Go home now, I’ll see you later.”
He walks him outside the bar and sees him take his bike. “Don’t let strangers in!” He yells as the silhouette of his brother gets tiny.
He goes back inside and closes the door. He had shooed his brother home because the sun is about to set and the clients will arrive soon. It doesn’t matter how strong Jongin is, he doesn’t want his baby brother to get involved into this business. Not so soon, at least.
He walks to the back of the bar, where his office is, and strips of his jeans and button shirt. He changes into tight leather pants, a white vest and a leather jacket. He darknens his eyes with eyeliner and takes his silver necklace -there’s no way he’s letting any client take a drink from him.
The man looks at himself in the mirror and almost laughs. It doesn’t matter how many times he repeats this routine, he’s always a little scared. But his droopy eyes and shaggy black hair would never give away what he truly is. As far as everyone knows, he’s the respectable owner of a club.
Once he’s done with getting the right look, he goes to lift the iron curtains. It’s pitch black already. He can’t avoid the dumb smile that forms in his face as he brings the boxes of true blood from the freezer, Chanyeol is about to wake up.
Just as he’s accommodating the bottles under the bar, he feels a pair of hands holding his waist and a body lazily resting over his back. “Why are you wearing silver? It stings, Baek.” His voice is so deep and still sleepy, it makes Baekhyun’s toes curl. He dreams of waking up to this.
He turns around, sneaking his hands around the neck of the taller man. “Good night, love. Do you want something to drink?”
Chanyeol laughs, throwing his head back, a curtain of red hair around his head. Then, in a second, his face is millimeters away from Baekhyun’s and he’s sporting a wicked smile; wide, blinding and showing a pair of long fangs.
He doesn’t even try to resist. He stands on his tip toes and licks the expanse of the incisors, curling his tongue behind them and successfully making his boyfriend shiver.
Chanyeol’s hands tighten around his waist and doesn’t waste time to trap his lips between his. In the years they’ve spent together Chanyeol has demonstrated that even his most chaste kiss is enough to drive him insane. Right now the kisses are scorching, biting, demanding and Baekhyun is sure there’s no sanity inside of him anymore.
With no sanity, or probably blood in his head, left, he suddenly thinks it would be a nice idea to let Chanyeol fuck him in the bar before the clients arrive. It would be so nice; to have the other inside of him and be so full of him that the other vampires wouldn’t even look at him too much. That way it would be clear that he’s Chanyeol’s.
He’s still lost inside his mind as they kiss when Chanyeol lifts him and makes him cross his legs around his waist. He carries him to his office and makes space to Baekhyun to sit on top of his desk.
“Since you were mean and decided to wear silver around your neck, I think I’m going to have to drink from other place.” Chanyeol grunts and unbuttons Baekhyun’s leather pants.
He only looks desperately as the other frees him from his clothing and brings his legs to rest over his shoulders. He wants to cross his ankles and force him to bend so they can kiss, but Chanyeol has different ideas.
He starts by kissing his ankle and slowly going up to the back of his knee, where he nuzzles and gives a soft nip. Then, he brings his tongue out and licks a long strip up to his favorite spot in the inside of Baekhyun’s thigh.
The wetness of Chanyeol's mouth and all the anticipation make him bring his hands to his own hair and start to pull. He can do this, they have done it before. They do it a lot, actually. It doesn’t need to get out of his hands. But then the tongue that was warming the spot disappears and fangs come to replace it, slowly perforating the skin.
By the time Chanyeol reaches his femoral he’s already far too gone into pleasure; the warmth of the bite is expanding all over his body and concentrating heath in all the right places. He doesn’t need to look down to know he’s already fully erect.
He's not sure of why, maybe he enjoys pain, but having his lover feast from his blood is his biggest pleasure. He likes to be taken and destroyed and then slowly reconstructed by the only person he has ever loved.
Blindly, he moves his hands to tangle them in Chanyeol’s cherry hair and just as he starts to pull, wanting him to bite deeper, the taller boy is already licking the spot again to close the wound. He couldn’t be rough even if the tried, Chanyeol is just too considerate.
The time that takes to Chanyeol to come back from the blood lust is spent by Baekhyun untangling the knots in Chanyeol’s hair. Then his lover looks up at him. His wide, innocent eyes and the blood smeared all over his lips should form a disgusting image, but he can only think of how much he adores the vampire. He enjoys knowing he’s the only one Chanyeol has ever taken in this way. No one has given this much pleasure to him.
The moment of adoration ends when Chanyeol removes his own clothes and drags him back to the mental state where he only knows about Chanyeol, lust, and the taste of their coppery kisses.
The vampire wastes no time, he knows the bite had been enough foreplay for Baekhyun. He lifts his legs again and inserts his finger inside of him; there’s no need to stretch him a lot, he’s still loose from the night before.
He spits in his hand and strokes himself for a moment before entering Baekhyun with one deep thrust. The other arches his back beautifully and he doesn't think twice to start sliding in and out. His whole body craves the way Baekhyun reacts to his touches in the same way he craves his blood.
Chanyeol keeps the pace for a while before bending down to peck his lips “Touch yourself.” He commands and Baekhyun obeys. It's instinct by this point.
The shorter boy doesn’t go straight for his cock though; instead he palms his balls and squeezes softly as he looks at his boyfriend’s beautiful face scrunched up in pleasure.
When Chanyeol opens his eyes after an especially good thrust and smirks at Baekhyun, he’s forced to watch in agony as the red haired boy releases one of his legs and brings his hand to his mouth. Baekhyun starts to flick the head of his dick at the same time Chanyeol fits three fingers inside of his mouth. He imagines the warmth of that mouth around him and it doesn’t take him long to release all over his chest.
Chanyeol is good at this, after all. He has learned to get the best of the state of pleasure the bites bring to Baekhyun.
Once he’s through his orgasm, Chanyeol moves him and makes him bend over his desk to fuck him from behind. He penetrates him and holds onto his shoulders to push him at the same time he moves.
After a while he brings his lips close to his ear and whispers, hot breath making Baekhyun shiver, “You understand that if you weren’t wearing that silver necklace I would be drinking from your neck right now, right? Wouldn’t you like to be penetrated by me in every possible way?” Baekhyun regrets his life in that second and starts to pull weakly at the chain, trying to remove it from his neck, but it's too late.
Chanyeol is already stilling, and with a grunt, releasing inside of him.
They stay quiet for a moment. Chanyeol’s limbs twitching from time to time and Baekhyun listening the sound of his own blood pumping inside his body.
Once Chanyeol is back to his senses, he helps his lover back to his clothes and sits him in his chair, asking him to wait until he comes back.
He goes to the front, to open the door. There’s a line of vampires and humans, all waiting to go inside. Exactly in the front is a very angry Sehun. “Are you done fucking my boss? I need to work, Chanyeol.” He only chuckles, Sehun is his favorite bartender. “And don’t forget the girls are dancing tonight, you’re supposed to take care of them.” Chanyeol nods and Sehun bumps him as he walks inside. It’s not like ‘the girls’ need protection; they are as deadly as them.
Once the clients start to fill the club and the mood is set, he goes back to the office. He finds Baekhyun still sitting in his chair, but now he has a murderous expression. He’s glowing. A warm light that reminds Chanyeol of the sun he won’t be able to see again, is coming from his skin.
"You’re such a pretty fairy.” He coos, and Baekhyun throws him his pen.
“Your fucking dick made me glow!” He screams as he keeps throwing things. Chanyeol knows how much Baekhyun hates to glow. Chanyeol instead really enjoys it, because he has found that the other only glows after a particularly good orgasm.
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A few nights later Baekhyun finds himself closing the club at 1am. It’s a special occasion. Jongin is out of the town for a school thing and he wants to spend the rest of the night in company of Chanyeol. It’s their second anniversary together; he thinks they deserve to get a rest from work.
Sehun left a while ago and he’s only waiting for Chanyeol to come back. He went to drop their dancers to their house. They are two recently turned vampires that Fangtasia had to take under their wing. They weren’t turned by Chanyeol, but since whoever turned them decided to abandon them, he trained them. “I just want to see them get home safe.” He had said. Baekhyun thought the measure was necessary. The recent events had been enough to scare even the oldest vampires. The town wasn’t safe for any creature of the night.
When his boyfriend returns, he asks him to turn off the lights and he secures the front door. They leave the building hand in hand; he’s swinging his car keys happily, thinking about sleeping until late with Chanyeol. He can block the windows and maybe then the other will be able to stay in bed the whole day.
They don’t really make it to the car.
He doesn’t think Chanyeol was able to see it coming either. When they are a couple of meters away from the car, someone comes from behind and hits Baekhyun in the back of the head with a bat. His vision blackens in the corners and his knees give up. He falls, his cheek pressed flat against the cold pavement. It could be so easy to black out, but then the pain in his head makes him clear himself a little and it’s then when he sees them.
It’s a small group, four or five, but they have managed to reduce his boyfriend and they are currently chaining him as if he were some kind of animal. From the way the other is breathing, he’s sure the chains are made of silver.
He’s scared as hell, but there’s anger bubbling inside his chest. They are probably the ones that have been attacking vampires all over the city; he can’t let them take Chanyeol. He starts to get up and starts to throw treats of calling the police if they don’t leave them alone, but before he can stand completely, one of the guys comes close to him and with a swing of his fist he’s back in the ground.
He hears Chanyeol whimper as the stranger straddles him. He wants to save him, but the other is holding his chin, forcing him to look at him in the eyes. “Such a pretty fangbanger we have here.” He spits and Baekhyun can smell the sweat and alcohol coming from every pore of his body, “Since you have a club for vampires and regularly give yourself to them I’m guess you wouldn’t mind me getting a little rough.”
“No” He thinks, he’s not letting this happen. There’s no fucking way he ends like this. He won’t let some stupid humans kill Chanyeol and he won’t let some dirty bastard touch him. He starts to kick the other as much as he can and then his hands reach the keys he dropped when he fell.
His only weapon is pathetic against a man as big as the one straddling him. He still tries, he stabs one of the keys in the eye of the man and the grip he has on Baekhyun relaxes a little. Just as he’s about to slide from under him, the man is over him again, holding him with too much force from the shoulders and then he pulls his hair and lifts his head only push him against the pavement again. He does the same thing three times more before Baekhyun finally blacks out.
When he wakes up he feels cold. He opens his eyes and looks up to the sky; it’s still filled with stars. He wonders why he feels so cold; it seems to be a warm night. Quickly he realizes he’s wet. He’s completely wet and he doesn’t have idea how is that he fell asleep outside or how he managed to not to be awaken by the rain, probably.
Then he hears it, the sound of heels clicking against the ground. His eyes take a while to focus her, but then he recognizes her, it’s one of their dancers. Her blond hair is completely covered in blood, but still recognizable.
Soojung smiles at him and brings her wrist to her mouth and bites until she draws blood. She kneels by his side and he thinks he sees her feline eyes getting rimmed with blood. “Please drink.” She says offering him her wrist and Baekhyun separates his lips.
He drinks until the warmth returns to his body. Baekhyun leans in her shoulder as she helps him to stand and sits him inside his car. “Wait inside, Jinri is still healing him, but he should survive.” She smiles again “You’re going to be ok too.”
She closes the door and walks in front of the car; he follows her and notices she’s walking to a pile of bodies. She starts to dismember them and he sighs in relief.
Baekhyun looks to the other side of the car and sees Chanyeol drinking from the wrist of the other girl. He notices she’s almost forcing him to and he wonders what they did to make an old vampire like Chanyeol this weak. Then Jinri is carrying his boyfriend and he wants to laugh, because the two tiny girls they were supposed to protect just saved their asses.
She opens the door of the back and throws him inside “Baek, your boyfriend is so fucking heavy how do you even deal with him?” He opens his mouth to answer her but the only thing that comes out is a sob. She gets in the driver seat and looks at him with deep concern “I’m taking you home.”
When they arrive home Chanyeol is still unconscious. Jinri only walks them to the door and says goodbye, explaining she needs to join Soojung to get rid of the bodies.
“You don’t need to worry.” She had said with a tiny voice “They won’t return, we killed all of them.”
He doesn’t really want to think about where they would be if it wasn’t for them.
He helps Chanyeol to get to the basement and starts to inspect his wounds. They didn’t only chain him. From the hole in Chanyeol’s shirt he can tell they tried to stake him. He hopes Jinri and Soojung gave them the worst kind of death.
Once Chanyeol is set inside his coffin, he goes to the bathroom and looks at himself in the mirror. He’s covered in, now, dry blood. “That’s why I was wet.” He whispers to himself as he gets in the shower.
Later, he doesn’t bother to dry himself or to wear clothes. He only falls to his bed and thinks he’s glad they didn’t die during their second anniversary.
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He opens his eyes at 2pm and decided he can’t waste time. He runs to the kitchen and opens the fridge; he needs to eat for when Chanyeol wakes up. He makes scrambled eggs and then eats salad. Later he puts a cake in the oven and orders take out.
He eats fried chicken resting his back against the door of the basement, counting the minutes until the sun finally sets.
At quarter to seven he takes out the cake from the oven and decides it’s time to take another shower. He washes his hair and rubs his whole body with soap, wondering if Chanyeol will still be able to smell the blood.
He's about close the water when he hears the door open and he peeks through the curtain only to see his boyfriend removing his clothes.
"Hi there" He says softly and the red haired boy walks to him with open arms. Baekhyun hugs him back and Chanyeol is holding so tight it takes him a while to notice he’s crying too. His boyfriend is crumbling down in his arms.
"I couldn't help you." Chanyeol sobs in his shoulder. He can only rub circles in his back.
"They were hurting you too, Yeol."
"I'm supposed to be stronger!"
"But that doesn't make you infallible. Don't dare to blame yourself for this" He says, hitting his boyfriend softly.
Chanyeol finally lifts his head from his shoulder and Baekhyun starts to wash the streaks of blood the tears left in Chanyeol’s cheeks. "I can't believe you are two hundred years old. You are such a baby."
"Are we opening the club tonight?" The taller asks.
He washes his hands before answering "I think we shouldn't." He says as he starts to soap Chanyeol's body "We just need to call Sehun. I don’t want him and the girls alone there."
That night Baekhyun eats cake and Chanyeol drinks a bottle of true blood as they watch TV. It’s good to do something normal for once.
When they are done with dinner, Baekhyun finds himself using Chanyeol’s lap as pillow. “Do you think we’ll ever have a normal life, Chanyeol?” He asks absentmindedly, glassy eyes still looking straight to the screen.
His boyfriend seems to meditate about it for a second, “I can’t. But you can try, Baek.” Chanyeol says and he turns to rest on his back.
“Are you stupid? I would rather die! Would you leave-” He starts to shout and Chanyeol covers his mouth with his hand. His hand is big and warm, he thinks about childishly licking it, but then he speaks again.
“Don’t you don’t understand? Every breath you take is precious to me” He says as he removes his hand and runs his fingers through Baekhyun’s black hair. “And it’s not because you are still fully alive and warm. It’s so much deeper than that-” He turns away and this time his voice is almost a whisper “I just adore every second you exist. Every time you inhale you live for another second and I’m just glad you exist and that I have the chance to spend time with you.” He leans down, hovering over his shorter boyfriend and once they are eye to eye, breaths mingling, he whispers “I love you and your whole existence, Byun Baekhyun.”
The shorter boy can’t contain the tears as he holds Chanyeol’s face. He caresses his cheekbones, his eyebrows, the bridge of his nose and then a dark feelings starts to grow in his chest - he wonders, if Chanyeol wouldn’t like him anymore if he wasn’t human anymore. After all to share an eternity together he would have stop living.
At the end it doesn’t matter because he straddles his lap and presses his lips against his boyfriend’s.
He might never have the chance to see Chanyeol’s skin under the sun, but his smile is warm enough. Maybe he'll never have the chance to wake up for breakfast with his lover, but he’s a creature of the night too. He owns a club for goodness sake; they can share a million dinners together.
Nothing really matters as long as he has Chanyeol, he thinks as he starts to grind his hips against his boyfriend’s. His hands immediately come to cup his ass and suddenly both of them are lost into it. Again.
That night Chanyeol allows Baekhyun to take him. He already said how much he cherishes him, it’s time for Baekhyun to show how much he adores him too.
Baekhyun unbuttons his shirt and starts to leave gentle kisses and bites all over his long neck and chest. Secretly, he wants to leave marks, even if he knows Chanyeol will heal immediately.
Once he feels his love has been tattooed all over the body of the other, he takes one of Chanyeol's nipples in his mouth and presses his hand to his chest. He wants to feel how fast he can make a dead heart beat.
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Chanyeol's reactions are so wonderfully human, when he gives himself to Baekhyun and the pleasure he promises. Deep down he probably enjoys being babied, but who can blame him for enjoying having the head of his lover between his legs, his nose slightly bumping his balls and a warm tongue opening him slowly.
He thinks two centuries of wait were worth of now having the chance to put his legs around Baekhyun’s hips as the other pounds inside of him.
A couple of times he tries to press him to go deeper, but his lover has his head resting in his chest, keeping a firm but slow rhythm. Then, the angle changes slightly and Chanyeol moans. He feels Baekyun’s nails clawing in his shoulders as he fastens his thrusts.
He comes all over his stomach and Baekhyun’s chest and the latter finally lifts his head with a satisfied smile and releases inside of him too.
He wonders what made him smile like that.