Lasting Impressions
[Title] Lasting Impressions
[Pairing] Hyukhae
[Genre] Romance/Supernatural
[Rating] PG-13
[Summary] A good reader knows never to judge a book by its cover; a great reader knows that first impressions are the ones that last.
[Disclaimer] I sadly do not own anything except the story and the crappy computer I am working on...
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Hyukjae maneuvered his way off of the dance floor, mindful of the drunkenly swaying bodies that surrounded him. The bass from the music thudded heavily around him, taking on its own personality as it morphed into a weight that was pressing heavily on his being and making his heart rattle in his chest with every thud. The air was stale and stuffy, almost fog-like as he tried to catch his breath from his previous activities on the floor, and he took quick and shallow breaths, trying to find one whiff of oxygen that didn’t fill his lungs with the smell of smoke and sweat.
Plopping down onto one of the empty stools at the far end of the bar, he ran a hand through his hair, the locks now a deep red and sticking uncomfortably on his forehead and neck as the sweat escaped from his pores, clinging onto the soft strands and rolling slowly down his overheated skin. He moved around uncomfortably, wishing he hadn’t thought of bringing his jacket as he felt the material weighing him down and heating his skin a few degrees higher than he would like.
He waved a hand to get the attention of the bartender and asked for a bottle of water, pointedly ignoring the smirk that played on the others lips as he reached down and pulled one out from up under the bar. He unscrewed the cap with a few quick turns and greedily chugged down half of the bottle and replaced the moisture in his body that had escaped during his time on the dance floor. The girl that had dragged him out on the floor a half hour earlier just didn’t know when to stop.
He looked at his watch, ignoring the hastily scribbled number running down his forearm and noted that it was almost midnight. He turned in his stool trying to catch a glimpse of his roommate, who had insisted that they would only be in here for 'an half hour tops' (three hours ago) through the cloud of bodies that moved eagerly on the floor, and he could barely tell where one body began and another one ended. The moves were all different, and yet the same, trying to move closer and press harder against each other for a brief moment of satisfaction, that may or may not last beyond the short 5 minutes of the current song.
He hadn’t seen Kyuhyun in almost an hour after he had set his eyes on his sole reason for coming to the club leaving his place from behind the DJ’s booth, and since his first 3 texts were already ignored, he was pretty certain about his success.
He turned back around in his seat, wondering if Kyuhyun would mind if he left, when he caught sight of another person occupying the previously empty seat next to him. He had long blonde, practically orange hair that was noticeable even in the dim light that covered the area and bangs that almost completely covered his left eye. He was dressed in a form-fitting red shirt with a deep v-neck, revealing the top of his chest and the defined points of his collar bone with black pants that had rips and tears all up and down his leg, offering tempting pieces of flesh to peak through. Flashy spike-covered accessories lined his arms and fingers and the chain that ran down his leg jingled slightly as he tapped his foot against the bottom of the stool.
‘Damn,’ Hyukjae so eloquently observed.
He stared, wondering when the other managed to sit down without his notice, and how he managed to go the whole night without catching a glimpse of him when the other’s darkly lined eyes flashed to meet his. Hyukjae looked away, embarrassed from being caught staring and hurriedly resumed drinking his water.
“Not much of a drinker, huh?” the stranger asked in a loud voice in order to be heard over the music. Hyukjae looked from his water to the stranger, a frown on his face thinking that the other was making fun of him.
“Not everyone who comes to a bar is an alcoholic,” he said stiffly, ready to get up and dismiss the conversation when a hand reached up to grab his wrist. He looked back at the other, ready to snatch his hand out of his grip when the other started speaking hurriedly.
“I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to offend you or anything, I was just asking…. Trying to make conversation,” he said in a rush, eyebrows raised and eyes big in worry and catching Hyukjae totally off-guard with the complete innocence of the look. It looked out of place on his face, a complete contradiction to the way he was dressed, but Hyukjae could see nothing but sincere concern in those bright brown eyes.
“Er… it’s alright. I guess I acted a bit sensitively,” he said, returning to his seat. The relief that showed on the others face was tangible and Hyukjae could see it in the air he exhaled and the genuine smile the other let out.
“Good. I really didn’t mean anything by it. I don’t drink either,” he said, moving slightly so that Hyukjae could see the water bottle on the other side of him and he let out another friendly smile, Hyukjae found his lips curving up in response. “I’m Donghae,” he said, offering his hand to Hyukjae.
“Hyukjae,” he said, enjoying the way the other’s hands fit in his.
“So, if you’re not here to drink, what are you here for?” Donghae asked.
“My roommate dragged me along with him. I don’t usually do things like this,” he said, gesturing to the surrounding area with a slight wave of his finger. “But blackmail was heavily involved, so I really had no choice.” Hyukjae smiled at the way Donghae’s hand came up to cover his mouth as he let out a small giggle, that regrettably was not heard over the loud thrumming over the music.
“Me either. I was never really comfortable in places like this,” Donghae said with the hints of a smile still lingering around the corners of his mouth.
“So, what are you doing here? You don’t really look- well, seem like the club type,” Hyukjae said.
“Well,” Donghae’s face twisted up in a way he could only explain as adorable before he leaned in closer to Hyukjae. “Can I tell you a secret?” Hyukjae nodded, grinning in amusement. “Well… I’m looking for something.”
Hyukjae had to bite back his laughter at the seriousness of the other’s face, only to release it as the other shoved him in a playful manner.
“You’re not supposed to laugh!” he whined, his lips twisting into a pout as Hyukjae leaned over the bar to laugh in his arms.
“I’m s-sorry, but you’re acting like a kid telling me the password to get into his clubhouse,” Hyukjae chuckled again, wiping at his eyes as Donghae looked at him with a frown, the flashing lights working well to hide the color on his cheeks.
“What could you possibly be looking for in a place like this?” Hyukjae asked after he calmed down, eyes shining with amusement and curiosity.
“I don’t think I want to tell you now,” Donghae said indignantly, turning away from Hyukjae.
“Aw, come on. I was only teasing,” Hyukjae said, trying to give his best pleading face when Donghae spared him a look out of the corner of his eye.
“I’ll think about it,” he said, breaking out in a small smile as soon as Hyukjae did. He was about to pester him again when he felt a buzz in his pocket.
“Sorry,” he said to Donghae quickly as he took out his phone and opened the message from Kyuhyun he had received.
-Went back to Min’s place. Don’t wait up.
Hyukjae groaned in annoyance at being ditched by Kyuhyun when he didn’t even want to come out in the first place. He’d make sure Kyuhyun regretted this.
“Everything ok?” Donghae asked, that endearing look of concern back on his face.
“My roommate just sent me a text telling me that he already left,” Hyukjae said in irritation.
“Oh. So… I guess that means you’re leaving?” Donghae asked, not really able to conceal the disappointment in his face. Hyukjae was thoughtful for a minute. He didn’t really want to part ways with Donghae just yet. And he would feel guilty leaving him alone and at the mercy whatever perverts were lingering around.
“Well, actually I was thinking of going for coffee. My friend has a place right down the street from here,” Hyukjae said, watching as the light quickly returned to Donghae’s eyes. “Wanna come?” Donghae nodded, that same smile springing up on his face as he got up and followed Hyukjae out of the club.
“It’s about two blocks from here,” he said when they made it outside, pointing in the direction where it was located.
Donghae’s eyes followed where Hyukjae was pointing and he caught sight of the writing that peeked out from up under the sleeve of his jacket. He reached out and grabbed his wrist, rolling up the sleeve and looking at the phone number.
“Hyoyeon? Who’s that?” he questioned, his voice doing something weird to Hyukjae’s insides as he heard it for the first time not accompanied by pounding music.
“Uh, she’s just a girl I was dancing with earlier. No big deal,” he said, shrugging nonchalantly. Donghae regarded him with slightly narrowed eyes for a minute, before blinking and looking up in surprise. Before Hyukjae could question him he felt it too, a rain drop right on the bridge of his nose.
“We’d better go,” he said, grabbing Donghae’s hand and pulling him down the street in a rush to escape the ever increasing rainfall, with Donghae laughing all the way. The sound kept Hyukjae oddly warm against the cold moisture that quickly began beating down on him, and he and Donghae splashed in puddles and tried in vain to shield themselves from the downpour.They reached the empty shop in just a few minutes, laughing and grinning at nothing in particular and soaked to the bone.
“Hyuk-ah? What are you doing here? Besides getting my floor all wet,” asked a blond-haired male, looking at the puddle that the two were leaving in front of the door.
“Hangeng hyung, this is Donghae. Donghae, this is Hangeng hyung. We’re both in the same dance class,” he told Donghae. “We were at the club down the street and thought it would be a good idea to get some coffee, but we got caught in the rain on the way there,” he said gesturing to himself and a now shivering Donghae.
“Well, don’t just stand there. Go and dry off in the bathroom. I was just getting ready to close up, but I can whip you two up something warm real quick,” Hangeng said.
“Thanks hyung,” Hyukjae said, smiling at Hangeng before grabbing Donghae’s hand again and leading him to the back where the bathrooms were.
He led them in and began handing paper towel to Donghae, who was rubbing his arms in an attempt to alleviate the coldness.
“Sorry, I should have at least given you my jacket or something,” Hyukjae said, as he took in Donghae’s drenched form, his shirt clinging to him like a second skin and slowly igniting something hungry in Hyukjae.
“Don’t worry about it. I’m fine,” Donghae said, as he took the paper towel from Hyukjae and began wiping at his face. Hyukjae took his jacket off and laid it across the sink, watching quietly as Donghae wiped at the back of his neck.
Hyukjae turned to concentrate on wiping himself down in futile an attempt to drown out the quiet, but getting louder and more pressing side of him that wanted to run his hands over Donghae’s very exposed torso.
“Even my eyeliner is running,” Donghae whined, interrupting Hyukjae's dilemma as he glanced in the mirror and Hyukjae looked up to see him rubbing at his eyes with the paper towel.
“Don’t rub so hard or you’ll irritate your eyes,” Hyukjae said, moving closer and turning Donghae around. He took the towels from Donghae and the latter closed his eyes and let Hyukjae take over, leaning into the hand that was carefully holding his face. Hyukjae began to gently wipe away at his eyes, getting rid of the dark smudges that Donghae had given himself.
Being this close did nothing to help Hyukjae’s case, not when he could finally see the color that stained Donghae’s cheeks, and watch as each stray drop of water moved down his skin tantalizingly slow, only to disappear in the dark material of his top. Hyukjae swallowed thickly, finishing up removing the last bit of liner from around Donghae’s face and trying to ignore the silky skin he could feel under his fingertips. He let go and leaned back a bit when he was done, watching as Donghae’s eyes fluttered open and landed on him.
“Thank you,” he said quietly, but it was loud enough to reach Hyukjae’s ears and he nodded, not able to do much more but stare into those brown eyes that seemed to be a lot bigger than they were a moment ago.
Donghae flipped his wet hair out of his eyes, his fingers collecting the moisture from the locks and he playfully flicked them into Hyukjae’s face, grinning as Hyukjae sputtered at the surprise attack. Hyukjae looked at Donghae with a smirk before leaning in close and shaking his hair out, causing Donghae to let out a small squeak and lean back from the attack. He lost his footing and Hyukjae reached out to grab him around the waist, pulling him securely into his chest so that he wouldn’t hit the sink behind him. Donghae had his hands against Hyukjae’s chest and looked up at him with wide eyes.
Hyukjae could feel the change when they locked eyes. The way everything around Donghae had become a blur, straining at the sides of his vision as they stared, focused only on each other. The air became heavy and clung to his skin more than his wet clothes, and Hyukjae suddenly felt like he wasn’t getting enough air as he fell deeper and deeper in those eyes. His senses became hyperaware, taking in the scent of Donghae that was still evident even under the smell of smoke and liquor. The rain water seemed to somehow make it more distinct and it invaded Hyukjae nostrils, filling his chest and clouding his mind.
Hyukjae cleared his throat and tried to back away from the other, but he didn’t get too far before Donghae was already pulling him back towards him. Suddenly all he could feel was soft pressure of cold lips pressed against his, moving gently but with an urgency that was coupled with damp hands sliding up and around his neck. He responded with fervor, pressing himself against Donghae in his haste to be closer, needing every inch of their bodies connected. Hyukjae didn’t know what it was, but something about Donghae was just addictive and he couldn’t seem to get enough.
It was like the most potent drug had entered his system as soon as their lips touched. He could feel his hands shaking and his blood racing as sweat began to gather at his temple once again from the fire that started to rage through his system, setting everything ablaze in a way he hadn’t felt before. His heart pounded erratically against the chest that was pressed so deliciously close to his and it was only by some unknown force that he was able to be vertical with the way his knees shook.
All of his senses were excited, but there was one that hadn’t satisfied its curiosity yet. He pulled back slowly, regretfully, and from the small whimper that escaped Donghae’s lips he wasn’t the only one who felt that way, but the sound was transformed into something much more pleased when Hyukjae ran a warm tongue across those thin lips. Donghae’s hands found its way into Hyukjae’s hair as he greedily divulged in the single most exquisite thing he had ever tasted. It was indescribable the way his taste buds ignited and he hastily dragged his bottom between his teeth, flicking his tongue against it and sucking and doing everything he could to get more of it.
Donghae began to writhe and squirm against him, rubbing up against him in every way that he could and leaning against the sink as the breath was literally stolen away from him. Hyukjae was getting distracted from the friction Donghae was creating and released his captured lip as Donghae let out a breathy gasp.
“Hy… Hyukjae,” he panted, eyes wild and dark, nothing like the innocent way they looked when Hyukjae had first looked at them.
Hyukjae reached up to move his hair out of his face so that he could look directly into those eyes that beckoned to him. Donghae quickly wrapped his hands around the arm, eyes flicking to the digits that were still legible on his skin before letting an uncharacteristically sly smile curl the edges of his lips.
Before Hyukjae could react, Donghae’s tongue was on his skin, running agonizingly slowly across the ink that marred his skin, distorting the message until it was only a shiny dark streak of nonsense on him.
“That is not what you are going to want to remember about this night,” Donghae purred, and Hyukjae let out a deep groan. Quickly than what seemed to be physically possible, Donghae had switched their positions and had Hyukjae pressed up against the wall next to the sink.
“Hyukkie,” he said in that same seductive purr. “Remember what I told you earlier?” he asked, slipping his hand under Hyukjae’s gray shirt and running cold fingers over the outline of his abs, enjoying the way the other flinched at the touch. Hyukjae shook his head, feeling lightheaded and not even able to remember where he was right now. Donghae just did a complete 180 and it left his mind reeling.
“I told you I was looking for something. And I think I found it,” he whispered the last part right on his ear and it was more breath than sound and reached his unoccupied hand to grip both of Hyukjae’s hands in his in a grip that was sure to leave bruises.
“I’m utterly ravenous Hyukjae, and I need your help fixing that. You can do that for me right?” he asked in a sweet voice that sent chills down the other's spine. Hyukjae nodded helplessly and let out a quiet moan as Donghae ran a tongue up his neck and started to nibble on his jaw.
“Good boy,” he said. “Unfortunately, we don’t have as much time as I would usually like since your friend is right outside, but maybe it’s not so bad. I don’t think I want this to be the last time we meet each other,” he said, finally looking up and meeting Hyukjae’s eyes and the latter nearly let out a scream at what he saw.
Donghae’s eyes had turned completely onyx and he had what looked like black veins dancing around the edges of the dark orbs. He met Hyukjae's terror-filled eyes with ones that were slightly sympathetic.
“Don’t be afraid Hyukkie. I’m not going to completely drain you like I do to the others. I really like you. I'm just going to take a little of your life force. I promise,” Donghae said connecting their lips again, holding Hyukjae firmly in place as he thrashed around under him.
Hyukjae tried to fight back against him but he could barely move. He felt something similar to a vacuum was attached to his lips and felt something thick and heavy rising up out of his throat, but Donghae held steady, feeling Hyukjae’s struggles weaken more and more. He could feel his heartbeat slow down and his body slacken. As his skin paled to a ashen white, Donghae forced himself to pull away, licking his lips. Hyukjae tasted better than anyone he had had in centuries, and left him feeling fuller than he ever had before.
Easily lifting a now unconscious Hyukjae up, he placed him gingerly on the sink, frowning slightly at the way his cheeks had sunken in a bit. He had gone a tad bit overboard, but he couldn’t help it after he had finally had a taste of him. He placed a soft and chaste kiss to Hyukjae’s pale and swollen lips and whispered against them.
“Mmm, you’ll definitely be seeing me again, Hyukjae.”
He turned and walked briskly out of the bathroom and out of the front door, faster than Hangeng could even hope to register. The only thing Hangeng could feel of his presence was a chill running down his back.
He pulled out his phone, punching in a number and placing it to his ear as he waited for the other person to pick up.
“Hello?”
“Sungmin hyung, I’m on my way back,” he said, already heading to their shared apartment.
“You can’t right now Hae. I’m still having dinner.” Donghae sighed.
“This is why I tell you never to bring anyone back to the house. How much longer?”
“I don’t know. This one has a lot of fight in him. I want to take it all."
[Pairing] Hyukhae
[Genre] Romance/Supernatural
[Rating] PG-13
[Summary] A good reader knows never to judge a book by its cover; a great reader knows that first impressions are the ones that last.
[Disclaimer] I sadly do not own anything except the story and the crappy computer I am working on...
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Hyukjae maneuvered his way off of the dance floor, mindful of the drunkenly swaying bodies that surrounded him. The bass from the music thudded heavily around him, taking on its own personality as it morphed into a weight that was pressing heavily on his being and making his heart rattle in his chest with every thud. The air was stale and stuffy, almost fog-like as he tried to catch his breath from his previous activities on the floor, and he took quick and shallow breaths, trying to find one whiff of oxygen that didn’t fill his lungs with the smell of smoke and sweat.
Plopping down onto one of the empty stools at the far end of the bar, he ran a hand through his hair, the locks now a deep red and sticking uncomfortably on his forehead and neck as the sweat escaped from his pores, clinging onto the soft strands and rolling slowly down his overheated skin. He moved around uncomfortably, wishing he hadn’t thought of bringing his jacket as he felt the material weighing him down and heating his skin a few degrees higher than he would like.
He waved a hand to get the attention of the bartender and asked for a bottle of water, pointedly ignoring the smirk that played on the others lips as he reached down and pulled one out from up under the bar. He unscrewed the cap with a few quick turns and greedily chugged down half of the bottle and replaced the moisture in his body that had escaped during his time on the dance floor. The girl that had dragged him out on the floor a half hour earlier just didn’t know when to stop.
He looked at his watch, ignoring the hastily scribbled number running down his forearm and noted that it was almost midnight. He turned in his stool trying to catch a glimpse of his roommate, who had insisted that they would only be in here for 'an half hour tops' (three hours ago) through the cloud of bodies that moved eagerly on the floor, and he could barely tell where one body began and another one ended. The moves were all different, and yet the same, trying to move closer and press harder against each other for a brief moment of satisfaction, that may or may not last beyond the short 5 minutes of the current song.
He hadn’t seen Kyuhyun in almost an hour after he had set his eyes on his sole reason for coming to the club leaving his place from behind the DJ’s booth, and since his first 3 texts were already ignored, he was pretty certain about his success.
He turned back around in his seat, wondering if Kyuhyun would mind if he left, when he caught sight of another person occupying the previously empty seat next to him. He had long blonde, practically orange hair that was noticeable even in the dim light that covered the area and bangs that almost completely covered his left eye. He was dressed in a form-fitting red shirt with a deep v-neck, revealing the top of his chest and the defined points of his collar bone with black pants that had rips and tears all up and down his leg, offering tempting pieces of flesh to peak through. Flashy spike-covered accessories lined his arms and fingers and the chain that ran down his leg jingled slightly as he tapped his foot against the bottom of the stool.
‘Damn,’ Hyukjae so eloquently observed.
He stared, wondering when the other managed to sit down without his notice, and how he managed to go the whole night without catching a glimpse of him when the other’s darkly lined eyes flashed to meet his. Hyukjae looked away, embarrassed from being caught staring and hurriedly resumed drinking his water.
“Not much of a drinker, huh?” the stranger asked in a loud voice in order to be heard over the music. Hyukjae looked from his water to the stranger, a frown on his face thinking that the other was making fun of him.
“Not everyone who comes to a bar is an alcoholic,” he said stiffly, ready to get up and dismiss the conversation when a hand reached up to grab his wrist. He looked back at the other, ready to snatch his hand out of his grip when the other started speaking hurriedly.
“I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to offend you or anything, I was just asking…. Trying to make conversation,” he said in a rush, eyebrows raised and eyes big in worry and catching Hyukjae totally off-guard with the complete innocence of the look. It looked out of place on his face, a complete contradiction to the way he was dressed, but Hyukjae could see nothing but sincere concern in those bright brown eyes.
“Er… it’s alright. I guess I acted a bit sensitively,” he said, returning to his seat. The relief that showed on the others face was tangible and Hyukjae could see it in the air he exhaled and the genuine smile the other let out.
“Good. I really didn’t mean anything by it. I don’t drink either,” he said, moving slightly so that Hyukjae could see the water bottle on the other side of him and he let out another friendly smile, Hyukjae found his lips curving up in response. “I’m Donghae,” he said, offering his hand to Hyukjae.
“Hyukjae,” he said, enjoying the way the other’s hands fit in his.
“So, if you’re not here to drink, what are you here for?” Donghae asked.
“My roommate dragged me along with him. I don’t usually do things like this,” he said, gesturing to the surrounding area with a slight wave of his finger. “But blackmail was heavily involved, so I really had no choice.” Hyukjae smiled at the way Donghae’s hand came up to cover his mouth as he let out a small giggle, that regrettably was not heard over the loud thrumming over the music.
“Me either. I was never really comfortable in places like this,” Donghae said with the hints of a smile still lingering around the corners of his mouth.
“So, what are you doing here? You don’t really look- well, seem like the club type,” Hyukjae said.
“Well,” Donghae’s face twisted up in a way he could only explain as adorable before he leaned in closer to Hyukjae. “Can I tell you a secret?” Hyukjae nodded, grinning in amusement. “Well… I’m looking for something.”
Hyukjae had to bite back his laughter at the seriousness of the other’s face, only to release it as the other shoved him in a playful manner.
“You’re not supposed to laugh!” he whined, his lips twisting into a pout as Hyukjae leaned over the bar to laugh in his arms.
“I’m s-sorry, but you’re acting like a kid telling me the password to get into his clubhouse,” Hyukjae chuckled again, wiping at his eyes as Donghae looked at him with a frown, the flashing lights working well to hide the color on his cheeks.
“What could you possibly be looking for in a place like this?” Hyukjae asked after he calmed down, eyes shining with amusement and curiosity.
“I don’t think I want to tell you now,” Donghae said indignantly, turning away from Hyukjae.
“Aw, come on. I was only teasing,” Hyukjae said, trying to give his best pleading face when Donghae spared him a look out of the corner of his eye.
“I’ll think about it,” he said, breaking out in a small smile as soon as Hyukjae did. He was about to pester him again when he felt a buzz in his pocket.
“Sorry,” he said to Donghae quickly as he took out his phone and opened the message from Kyuhyun he had received.
-Went back to Min’s place. Don’t wait up.
Hyukjae groaned in annoyance at being ditched by Kyuhyun when he didn’t even want to come out in the first place. He’d make sure Kyuhyun regretted this.
“Everything ok?” Donghae asked, that endearing look of concern back on his face.
“My roommate just sent me a text telling me that he already left,” Hyukjae said in irritation.
“Oh. So… I guess that means you’re leaving?” Donghae asked, not really able to conceal the disappointment in his face. Hyukjae was thoughtful for a minute. He didn’t really want to part ways with Donghae just yet. And he would feel guilty leaving him alone and at the mercy whatever perverts were lingering around.
“Well, actually I was thinking of going for coffee. My friend has a place right down the street from here,” Hyukjae said, watching as the light quickly returned to Donghae’s eyes. “Wanna come?” Donghae nodded, that same smile springing up on his face as he got up and followed Hyukjae out of the club.
“It’s about two blocks from here,” he said when they made it outside, pointing in the direction where it was located.
Donghae’s eyes followed where Hyukjae was pointing and he caught sight of the writing that peeked out from up under the sleeve of his jacket. He reached out and grabbed his wrist, rolling up the sleeve and looking at the phone number.
“Hyoyeon? Who’s that?” he questioned, his voice doing something weird to Hyukjae’s insides as he heard it for the first time not accompanied by pounding music.
“Uh, she’s just a girl I was dancing with earlier. No big deal,” he said, shrugging nonchalantly. Donghae regarded him with slightly narrowed eyes for a minute, before blinking and looking up in surprise. Before Hyukjae could question him he felt it too, a rain drop right on the bridge of his nose.
“We’d better go,” he said, grabbing Donghae’s hand and pulling him down the street in a rush to escape the ever increasing rainfall, with Donghae laughing all the way. The sound kept Hyukjae oddly warm against the cold moisture that quickly began beating down on him, and he and Donghae splashed in puddles and tried in vain to shield themselves from the downpour.They reached the empty shop in just a few minutes, laughing and grinning at nothing in particular and soaked to the bone.
“Hyuk-ah? What are you doing here? Besides getting my floor all wet,” asked a blond-haired male, looking at the puddle that the two were leaving in front of the door.
“Hangeng hyung, this is Donghae. Donghae, this is Hangeng hyung. We’re both in the same dance class,” he told Donghae. “We were at the club down the street and thought it would be a good idea to get some coffee, but we got caught in the rain on the way there,” he said gesturing to himself and a now shivering Donghae.
“Well, don’t just stand there. Go and dry off in the bathroom. I was just getting ready to close up, but I can whip you two up something warm real quick,” Hangeng said.
“Thanks hyung,” Hyukjae said, smiling at Hangeng before grabbing Donghae’s hand again and leading him to the back where the bathrooms were.
He led them in and began handing paper towel to Donghae, who was rubbing his arms in an attempt to alleviate the coldness.
“Sorry, I should have at least given you my jacket or something,” Hyukjae said, as he took in Donghae’s drenched form, his shirt clinging to him like a second skin and slowly igniting something hungry in Hyukjae.
“Don’t worry about it. I’m fine,” Donghae said, as he took the paper towel from Hyukjae and began wiping at his face. Hyukjae took his jacket off and laid it across the sink, watching quietly as Donghae wiped at the back of his neck.
Hyukjae turned to concentrate on wiping himself down in futile an attempt to drown out the quiet, but getting louder and more pressing side of him that wanted to run his hands over Donghae’s very exposed torso.
“Even my eyeliner is running,” Donghae whined, interrupting Hyukjae's dilemma as he glanced in the mirror and Hyukjae looked up to see him rubbing at his eyes with the paper towel.
“Don’t rub so hard or you’ll irritate your eyes,” Hyukjae said, moving closer and turning Donghae around. He took the towels from Donghae and the latter closed his eyes and let Hyukjae take over, leaning into the hand that was carefully holding his face. Hyukjae began to gently wipe away at his eyes, getting rid of the dark smudges that Donghae had given himself.
Being this close did nothing to help Hyukjae’s case, not when he could finally see the color that stained Donghae’s cheeks, and watch as each stray drop of water moved down his skin tantalizingly slow, only to disappear in the dark material of his top. Hyukjae swallowed thickly, finishing up removing the last bit of liner from around Donghae’s face and trying to ignore the silky skin he could feel under his fingertips. He let go and leaned back a bit when he was done, watching as Donghae’s eyes fluttered open and landed on him.
“Thank you,” he said quietly, but it was loud enough to reach Hyukjae’s ears and he nodded, not able to do much more but stare into those brown eyes that seemed to be a lot bigger than they were a moment ago.
Donghae flipped his wet hair out of his eyes, his fingers collecting the moisture from the locks and he playfully flicked them into Hyukjae’s face, grinning as Hyukjae sputtered at the surprise attack. Hyukjae looked at Donghae with a smirk before leaning in close and shaking his hair out, causing Donghae to let out a small squeak and lean back from the attack. He lost his footing and Hyukjae reached out to grab him around the waist, pulling him securely into his chest so that he wouldn’t hit the sink behind him. Donghae had his hands against Hyukjae’s chest and looked up at him with wide eyes.
Hyukjae could feel the change when they locked eyes. The way everything around Donghae had become a blur, straining at the sides of his vision as they stared, focused only on each other. The air became heavy and clung to his skin more than his wet clothes, and Hyukjae suddenly felt like he wasn’t getting enough air as he fell deeper and deeper in those eyes. His senses became hyperaware, taking in the scent of Donghae that was still evident even under the smell of smoke and liquor. The rain water seemed to somehow make it more distinct and it invaded Hyukjae nostrils, filling his chest and clouding his mind.
Hyukjae cleared his throat and tried to back away from the other, but he didn’t get too far before Donghae was already pulling him back towards him. Suddenly all he could feel was soft pressure of cold lips pressed against his, moving gently but with an urgency that was coupled with damp hands sliding up and around his neck. He responded with fervor, pressing himself against Donghae in his haste to be closer, needing every inch of their bodies connected. Hyukjae didn’t know what it was, but something about Donghae was just addictive and he couldn’t seem to get enough.
It was like the most potent drug had entered his system as soon as their lips touched. He could feel his hands shaking and his blood racing as sweat began to gather at his temple once again from the fire that started to rage through his system, setting everything ablaze in a way he hadn’t felt before. His heart pounded erratically against the chest that was pressed so deliciously close to his and it was only by some unknown force that he was able to be vertical with the way his knees shook.
All of his senses were excited, but there was one that hadn’t satisfied its curiosity yet. He pulled back slowly, regretfully, and from the small whimper that escaped Donghae’s lips he wasn’t the only one who felt that way, but the sound was transformed into something much more pleased when Hyukjae ran a warm tongue across those thin lips. Donghae’s hands found its way into Hyukjae’s hair as he greedily divulged in the single most exquisite thing he had ever tasted. It was indescribable the way his taste buds ignited and he hastily dragged his bottom between his teeth, flicking his tongue against it and sucking and doing everything he could to get more of it.
Donghae began to writhe and squirm against him, rubbing up against him in every way that he could and leaning against the sink as the breath was literally stolen away from him. Hyukjae was getting distracted from the friction Donghae was creating and released his captured lip as Donghae let out a breathy gasp.
“Hy… Hyukjae,” he panted, eyes wild and dark, nothing like the innocent way they looked when Hyukjae had first looked at them.
Hyukjae reached up to move his hair out of his face so that he could look directly into those eyes that beckoned to him. Donghae quickly wrapped his hands around the arm, eyes flicking to the digits that were still legible on his skin before letting an uncharacteristically sly smile curl the edges of his lips.
Before Hyukjae could react, Donghae’s tongue was on his skin, running agonizingly slowly across the ink that marred his skin, distorting the message until it was only a shiny dark streak of nonsense on him.
“That is not what you are going to want to remember about this night,” Donghae purred, and Hyukjae let out a deep groan. Quickly than what seemed to be physically possible, Donghae had switched their positions and had Hyukjae pressed up against the wall next to the sink.
“Hyukkie,” he said in that same seductive purr. “Remember what I told you earlier?” he asked, slipping his hand under Hyukjae’s gray shirt and running cold fingers over the outline of his abs, enjoying the way the other flinched at the touch. Hyukjae shook his head, feeling lightheaded and not even able to remember where he was right now. Donghae just did a complete 180 and it left his mind reeling.
“I told you I was looking for something. And I think I found it,” he whispered the last part right on his ear and it was more breath than sound and reached his unoccupied hand to grip both of Hyukjae’s hands in his in a grip that was sure to leave bruises.
“I’m utterly ravenous Hyukjae, and I need your help fixing that. You can do that for me right?” he asked in a sweet voice that sent chills down the other's spine. Hyukjae nodded helplessly and let out a quiet moan as Donghae ran a tongue up his neck and started to nibble on his jaw.
“Good boy,” he said. “Unfortunately, we don’t have as much time as I would usually like since your friend is right outside, but maybe it’s not so bad. I don’t think I want this to be the last time we meet each other,” he said, finally looking up and meeting Hyukjae’s eyes and the latter nearly let out a scream at what he saw.
Donghae’s eyes had turned completely onyx and he had what looked like black veins dancing around the edges of the dark orbs. He met Hyukjae's terror-filled eyes with ones that were slightly sympathetic.
“Don’t be afraid Hyukkie. I’m not going to completely drain you like I do to the others. I really like you. I'm just going to take a little of your life force. I promise,” Donghae said connecting their lips again, holding Hyukjae firmly in place as he thrashed around under him.
Hyukjae tried to fight back against him but he could barely move. He felt something similar to a vacuum was attached to his lips and felt something thick and heavy rising up out of his throat, but Donghae held steady, feeling Hyukjae’s struggles weaken more and more. He could feel his heartbeat slow down and his body slacken. As his skin paled to a ashen white, Donghae forced himself to pull away, licking his lips. Hyukjae tasted better than anyone he had had in centuries, and left him feeling fuller than he ever had before.
Easily lifting a now unconscious Hyukjae up, he placed him gingerly on the sink, frowning slightly at the way his cheeks had sunken in a bit. He had gone a tad bit overboard, but he couldn’t help it after he had finally had a taste of him. He placed a soft and chaste kiss to Hyukjae’s pale and swollen lips and whispered against them.
“Mmm, you’ll definitely be seeing me again, Hyukjae.”
He turned and walked briskly out of the bathroom and out of the front door, faster than Hangeng could even hope to register. The only thing Hangeng could feel of his presence was a chill running down his back.
He pulled out his phone, punching in a number and placing it to his ear as he waited for the other person to pick up.
“Hello?”
“Sungmin hyung, I’m on my way back,” he said, already heading to their shared apartment.
“You can’t right now Hae. I’m still having dinner.” Donghae sighed.
“This is why I tell you never to bring anyone back to the house. How much longer?”
“I don’t know. This one has a lot of fight in him. I want to take it all."