Before the Dawn [3/?]
Title: Before the Dawn
Pairing: Main: Jinki x Minho, Minor: Jonghyun x Key, others~
Rating: R
Summary: How do you love a person who isn't a person. How can you give someone your heart when they only want your soul.
"I just want to say I object to this whole thing entirely."
Jinki sighed softly as he was forced to acknowledge Jonghyun's presense. He licked his lips slowly and turned in his chair, setting his bored gaze on the blonde vampire's face. Ever since he had brought Minho home Jonghyun had found something new to bitch about. He could understand of course since the apartment was as much Jonghyun's as it was Jinki's but that didn't mean the male wasn't any less annoying.
"He's been attacked Jonghyun. So he'll stay here to recover." His oddly silver eyes flashed as if expected the other to challenge his words. Instead Jonghyun just gave an over the top sigh and shook his head, turning on his heel and heading out of Jinki's room. Jinki thought he was rid of him and was turning back to look over Minho's sleeping body when he heard Jonghyun speak up again, his voice serious and filled with warning.
"He's your responsibility Jinki. You've just ruined his life and you don't even know if he'll love a monster like you yet."
Jinki closed his eyes to keep the sudden swell of emotions under check. He hated when Jonghyun got like that, hated how no matter what he said he was always right. It was frustrating to say the least but it was just another thing he had grown to live with. After being with Jonghyun for over fifty plus years sometimes it just went over his head. But not this time. Not when it was something so important. He ran pale fingers through his hair and ruffled out the locks, looking up suddenly when he heard the prone boy on the bed groan out in pain. The vampire reached out hesitantly to brush the long, dark bangs out of Minho's face when a hand clamped down around his wrist suddenly.
"Where am I?" Came the hoarse voice, Minho's body shaking as he coughed and tried to bring moisture into his mouth. He felt like shit to say the least but he couldn't help but feel grounded as he looked into those same silver eyes from his dreams. Only this time they were attached to a face that was so pale it would have Kibum huffing in envy. "Who are you?"
Jinki gently pried Minho's long fingers from his wrist and stood up. The boy's eyes bore into his face before they slowly rolled up into his head and he fell back asleep. The blood loss was getting to him and it'd be a few days before he would recover. A few days of Jonghyun griping and groaning about it smelling like human and him not being able to have a taste. Jinki closed his eyes and turned on his heel, walking out of his room to fix a glass of water and a plate of food for when Minho awoke again. A sudden idea popped into Jinki's head and though he knew it probably wasn't going to go over well with the people involved he knew it'd give him the alone time he craved to have with Minho.
"Jonghyun I have a...request for you." The words weren't even fully out of his mouth when he looked up and saw Jonghyun perched on the kitchen counter, legs swinging back and forth with a look of expectation written plainly on his face. Jinki gave a long enough blink to roll his eyes before he looked over at his blonde companion and smiled softly. "Minho's roommate. Why don't you go and keep him company? You've been dying to have some fun and I want to be alone. Deal?"
Jonghyun frowned for a moment and looked like he had something he wanted to say before he shrugged and hopped off the counter. "Three days. I really don't know why you torture yourself like this though. You won't find another like him. Just cause they look alike means nothing." Jinki gave a low warning growl in the back of his throat but Jonghyun pressed on, arms crossed over his chest as he gave Jinki a pity look. "That boy's soul will be the death of you. And me." Before Jinki could turn and lash out at the younger vampire he found the boy was already gone. He closed his eyes and took a deep calming voice. Jonghyun was right and he knew that he' never find another like his long dead lover but that didn't stop the pain, didn't heal the wound in his black soul.
"Just get laid Jonghyun." He spoke to the air, grabbing the plate and glass of water, heading back into his room and sitting down next to the bed. He wished he could have asked for more time with Minho but he knew Jonghyun wouldn't allow it. Jonghyun had never found that one person, human or not, that completed him. Jinki shook his head and turned to watch Minho's sleeping features. A soft smile crossed over his features as he reached forward and trailed his fingertips over Minho's cheek. He watched how the boy moved into his touch almost like he was used to feeling it. "I know it's you...I know I found you again. Minkyung...”
***
Jonghyun looked around the university campus and sighed softly. A blanket of snow had fallen and seemed to encase the world in silence. He heard his footsteps crunch through the white fluff clearly as he headed for Minho's dorm room. Jinki had this annoying habit of being an obsessive stalker, in Jonghyun's eyes anyway, and had found out everything he needed to know about Minho. It was sad how much his friend pined after the death of his first lover and spent the rest of eternity finding his reincarnate, his Minkyung. Sometimes he'd find the newest Minkyung too late and have to watch him live out the rest of his days with his family. It was one of the reasons why Jonghyun swore he'd never fall in love like that. It was something that would destroy a man from the inside, ripping his heart and soul to pieces and leaving him to rebuild only to have them shattered again and again.
He looked down at the tub of strawberry ice cream he'd bought and shook the snow from his body. It was close to twelve in the morning but Jonghyun didn't quite care for the time. He was immortal after all. He raised a gloved hand up to the door and rapped on it three times in quick succession. There was a scuffling noise and Jonghyun readied his best smile, tips of his fangs hidden behind his lips as the door opened. He couldn't help the sudden feeling that ripped through his body and left him breathless, or rather gave him the sensation of being breathless. There stood Kibum, Minho's roommate, with red puffy eyes in an oversized t shirt that stood mid thigh. The boy's face gave a confused look and Jonghyun found for the first time he was speechless. He couldn't think of what to say and cursed Jinki mentally for setting him up.
The vampire cleared his throat and held up the bag of ice cream. "Minho sent me. He's staying with my roommate for a while and said that you could use some." The look of unsure in Kibum's eyes only added to the whole look of sadness that seemed to rest on the poor boy's shoulders. Jonghyun clenched his teeth and tried to wait it out but knew he couldn't. He had to touch the boy, kiss the boy, feel the boy but he was rooted to his spot until he was invited inside. Jonghyun found he really hated vampire rules but most of them didn't apply to him thankfully. "Can I come in?"
Jonghyun watch as Kibum snapped out of his trance like state and nodded, stepping back and uttering out a small come in. The vampire gladly walked in and dropped the ice cream to the floor, moving his hands to caress the stunned boy's face and pull him into a heated kiss. A sound of protest passed between them but the boy yielded almost immediately to Jonghyun's needy kiss. Their bodies seemed to pick up the other's rhythm instantly as Kibum melted against the vampire's cold body but he didn't seem to notice the difference in body temperature. The air around them was heating up fast enough to let something like that slip by without much thought.
How they made it from the front door to Kibum's bedroom was still a mystery to Jonghyun but all he cared about was the feeling of the human's body sliding under his. The boy pulled away for breath and Jonghyun took the chance to lick a wet stripe along the length of his neck. The gasp that produced sent a tremor down to his dormant member as he dragged his fingers down the human's lithe body and pushed them under the oversized shirt. He was almost disappointed to find his fingers come in contact with a pair of boxers but he let the feeling slide away. Jonghyun tugged them down slowly when he felt Kibum grabbed onto his wrists and stop him.
"Who...who are you?" Came the somewhat frightened question and Jonghyun looked up, face a bit confused till he glanced behind him and saw the problem. Kibum had his desk light still on from when he woke up to the knocks on the door and in the mirror's reflection across from the bed it only showed Kibum, no Jonghyun. The blonde gave out a soft laugh and shook his head, staring down at the boy with his shining gold eyes. "I'm Jonghyun. I'm a vampire." He gave a soft smile and let his fangs extend slowly. There was a look of fear that passed over Kibum's face and for the briefest moments Jonghyun thought he would scream but the look passed and Kibum pushed at Jonghyun's chest gently. "I feel like I know you...or will know you."
Jonghyun moved to lie on the bed and watched as Kibum straddled his waist, laying down and cuddling into his hardened body. It was quite the unexpected turn of events to say the least but Jonghyun found he didn't mind it. He wrapped an arm around the boy's tiny waist and held him close, listening to the loud beating of his heart. "You will know me Kibum. From now till eternity." He would make sure to give Jinki a good and long cursing out for setting him up like this. It was soon to be winter break and that would give him close to a month to have alone with the slumbering boy on top of him. No doubt the odd feeling he had would grow stronger during that time and stick him in the same boat as Jinki. "Fucker..." He mumbled out as he pulled a blanket his and Kibum's body.
Jonghyun had the oddest feeling that he was being watched but he paid it no heed. All of his senses were tuned into Kibum anyway, the way his breath evened out, the way his eyelids flickered as he dreamed. A tingling feeling started at the base of his skull and he knew he was being watched. It was undeniably Kibum's younger cousin but some teenage boy wasn't any of Jonghyun's concern. The boy was no threat to him anyway. It was that understatement that would lead to more trouble than Jonghyun had expected. He'd give Jinki a cursing out about this too. If he had the time.
***
Jinki wasn't sure when he had finally dozed off into that state of limbo between sleep and awake but the next thing he could remember was opening his blurry silver eyes and staring right into Minho's. The boy gave a small start but that was the only sign of his surprise as he looked around the room he was in and to the food resting on the bedside table next to him. He shot Jinki a quick glance before reaching out and bringing the plate into his lap, eating hungrily. Jinki gave the smallest of smiles as he watched Minho in silence. It was the third day since he had rescued the boy and Jonghyun would come raging back into the apartment, demanding Minho leave as they had agreed. Three days of watching Minho's chest rise and fall slowly as he dreamed. Now and then he'd catch snatches of mumbles but nothing he was able to understand.
"What are you?" The voice caught Jinki off guard and snapped him out of his day dreaming as he turned ancient eyes back to regard Minho. The question alone told the vampire that Minho remembered the night of his attack vividly. He shifted in his seat uncomfortably as he thought of how to answer the question before he sighed and decided to just tell the truth. There was no use in lying from the start if he wanted Minho to trust him and eventually love him.
"I am a vampire."
The stretch of silence that met his words was unnerving and Jinki was imaging all different sorts of scenarios playing out in his head. Would Minho freak out and try to run? Would he try to attack Jinki somehow? Jinki was about to speak up again and take back what he said when Minho beat him to it. "You're in my dreams a lot. Why is that?" Jinki licked his lips and tried to fight off his smile. He was just like Minkyung, always asking the right questions to get whatever answered he desired. The vampire allowed himself a moment to remember those long gone days before bringing himself back to the present.
"Because you know me from your past lives." Jinki's voice was barely above a whisper but in the quiet of the room it sounded almost thunderous. He watched Minho's eyebrows furrow together as the gears in his mind started answered unasked questions and coming to realizations. All the memories he never remembered experiencing, the dreams filled with faces he'd never seen. Minho licked his lips slowly and brought his dark eyes up to look into Jinki's. "I've been around for years....decades even and my life and yours have been intertwined since I first met you."
Jinki stood up and sat down on the side of the bed. Minho never took his eyes off of the vampire's face but there was no more awkward tension between them. It felt like the boy was accepting what he had been told, accepting Jinki. A soft smile tugged at the corners of his lips as he leaned in and pressed a soft kiss against the human's lips. Jinki felt Minho stiffen at the kiss before his body loosened and he pressed into the kiss endingly. A jolt of want flooded through Jinki's veins as he grabbed the sheets and ripped them back from Minho's body. The smell of dried blood hit his nose but soon all that he could smell was Minho. He broke away from the kiss and watched as Minho gulped down air. Jinki smirked softly as he made a mental note to let the boy breathe from time to time. Long fingers curled into the front of Jinki's shirt and tugged him back down to meet Minho's lips for another fevered kiss. Warm fingers moved over Jinki's clothed chest and gripped at the tight fabric of the sweater, gripping the bottom of it and tugging it up.
Jinki lifted his arms and let Minho pull off his sweater, watching as the boy's large eyes took in the sight of his body. The fact that Jinki's chest never moved to show he was breathing brought him back to the reality that he was, in a sense, about to become intimate with something not human. Jinki pulled off the dirtied shirt from Minho's form and noted the difference between their bodies. Jinki was true to the vampire stereotype with his pale skin while Minho was tanned from a life under the sun. The boy's muscles twitched with anticipation as Jinki's silver eyes passed over them. He bent over and flicked his tongue out, letting the wet muscle pass over the heated skin, laving over the dark nipples and feeling them hardened instantly under his attention. Jinki watched as Minho's eyelids fluttered closed, a low moan parting his lips as his body arched up into Jinki's mouth. The brunette skimmed his fingertips over Minho's side and watched as his body shivered from the cold contact.
The difference in temperature was shocking and something new for Minho. He’d had his share of girls since he’d come to the university but it had never progressed passed that one night. Minho was too busy for them and they did not like that. Jinki’s teeth dragged over his abdomen, sharp tongue darting out to leave a shiny trail in the contours of the hardened muscles. Minho felt another sound bubbling up passed his chapped lips, lifting his head as he watched Jinki descend farther. The thought of those fangs so close to his pride was almost unnerving as he stiffened up and pushed at the vampire’s bared shoulder a little. Jinki glanced up, silver eyes now dark and needy, pupils blown wide with the smell of fresh blood so close, rushing through Minho’s body.
Jinki had never been one to give into temptation in all his centuries as a vampire. He always had a distaste for death and could never feed without killing the person. The vampire turned his head and let his thick tongue run over the insides of Minho’s thighs, feeling the boy quiver and moan under his touches. He was so sensitive, so highly tuned to every little thing Jinki did to his body, almost as if he was anticipating something he already knew. The thought brought a small smile to his face as he unconsciously let his fangs drag over the sensitive skin, seeing the cross work of veins pop into his vision. So close, Jinki was so close he could practically hear the blood rushing by, could hear Minho’s heart beating rapidly, pumping the sweet substance throughout his body. He acted without thinking, fangs piercing the tanned skin as the liquid hurried into his mouth. Minho stiffened at the bite before he felt the wave of ecstasy hit him hard. His mind was screaming at him to push Jinki off, to run away but he couldn’t move. His body was lax and useless as he lay there, muscles twitching as he tried to control the euphoria shutting down his systems, drunk on the raw pleasure emanating from his thighs. There was no doubt in his mind the vampire could taste the want in his blood, he could tell from the noises coming up, the way Jinki’s back would ripple as another wave passed between them. It was weird to be connected in such a way, by his blood and immoral need for each other.
“Jinki…” Minho’s throat closed up before he could continue the plea, pride the only thing undamaged. The sound of his name was the only thing the vampire needed to hear, the tone of Minho’s voice, husky and touched out with lust and the need to feel something else, something more. Something bigger.
Jinki retracted his fangs and licked the puncture wounds once to stem the flow of blood, looking up at Minho. Minho sucked in a breath as Jinki’s once timeless silver eyes were gone, replaced with the color of freshly spilled blood, his pupils nothing more than two dark pools that sucked away light and made the room look darker. There was a pregnant pause between them as Jinki spat into his hand, saliva mixed with Minho’s blood as the vampire stroked himself to life. Minho closed his eyes, turning his head away from the sight, at odds with the emotions running through his body.
How could a creature like Jinki turn him on like this?
His thoughts were put on hold as he felt Jinki pushing between his legs. He hadn’t heard the question Jinki had whispered out and was going to pay for it in the moment. In one night, his beliefs were scattered, sexuality damned, morals forgotten and now he was about to be fucked by the definition of damnation and Minho didn’t have an objection to any of it. Minho felt his hips being lifted as Jinki placed a spare pillow under them, the gesture kind and took the human by surprise as he glanced up at the other, at his lover. Jinki only offered a smile in response as those dark eyes disappeared. Minho felt his own lips twitching up to mirror the smile, finding Jinki oddly human with the show of emotion, the burn spreading along his spine momentarily forgotten as he let himself fall to the spell being woven before him.
Jinki groaned at the lack of resistance to his intrusion, leaning forward to rest his forehead against Minho’s shoulder, kissing the flushed skin softly, feeling the boy shiver under him from the cold. All Jinki knew was heat, the sheer fire burning inside Minho’s body that pulse around his cock, sucking him deeper until he could go in no further. It was a tight fit but it felt right, felt like this was how they were supposed to be. Minho had never imagined being filled so completely, shifting his legs and wrapping one around Jinki’s waist, feeling the movement stretch him out and send a fresh wave of pleasure to wreck through his body. A low moan came up from the vampire, Minho’s eyes darting to the side as he watched Jinki’s face come into view. Minho was sweating from the exertion, muscles twitching as his brain worked to catch up with the sensory overload. Jinki seemed to be carved out of the finest block of marble, shining from the perspiration that had caught on his body from the shivering boy underneath him. Jinki was cold and solid like ice while Minho was liquid fire, lapping at his edges, determined to break him.
No words passed between them, there was no need. They were connected on a different level, a spiritual level. Jinki knew the extremes of Minho’s body and caressed him gently, lovingly. Minho had never met this man before in his life but found he had always been yearning for these touches, giving into them without hesitation. There was no need to think, only feel as Jinki slowly started to move his hips. The burning sensation grew with the first thrust and tears of pain jumped to Minho’s eyes as he gritted his teeth and tried to ride it out. Jinki noticed and pressed feather light kisses against his eyelids, soft sighs passing through Minho’s lips. He wanted to feel those lips against his own, wanted to be marked by them, be claimed by them. The sheer fierceness of his emotions was overwhelming, making every slide of Jinki’s body over his as sinful as this sexual act.
There was no going back from this, Minho had been claimed by Jinki before he had ever been born. Jinki wasn’t after Minho’s body though, that much was apparent from the way he looked at him. Jinki was after a memory, something he had lost and was fighting to have again. It was a nagging voice in the back of Minho’s head, it kept him from truly enjoying Jinki’s body. He was painfully aware of the bite mark on his inner thigh and tried to block out these thoughts, these images but it was to no avail. Jinki didn’t seem to notice the mental struggle Minho was going through, all he saw was Minkyung underneath him, panting out as he tried to suck more air into his desperate lungs. The way his eyes would look up at Jinki with nothing but the purest love and devotion. The way he imagined Minho was looking at him, imagined Minho was breathing. The sounds of their lovemaking was filling the quiet apartment and would have gone on forever if Jinki would have had his way but Minho was only human and the sexual stimulation was too much for his systems to take. His muscles tensed as he pushed up into Jinki’s body, cock twitching before spurting the pent up orgasm between their stomachs, acting as a makeshift glue to keep them together. Jinki groaned at the sudden clench and felt his body coming undone, milky essence coating Minho’s heated walls as the vampire collapsed down, resting against the panting boy.
“I missed you…” Minho blinked at Jinki’s raspy voice, black playing at the edges of his vision before consuming him entirely. Jinki turned his head and looked at Minho’s sleeping face, pulling free carefully as he untangled his limbs from the limp ones resting against the bed. There was a weird feeling in his long dead heart, an odd fluttering he had never experienced before. Jinki rubbed the spot over his heart gently, turning and leaving the room, walking down the quiet hallway to the bathroom. He’d have to call Jonghyun soon. His companion hadn’t arrived yet and though he liked having his time alone he couldn’t help but worry. It wouldn’t be the first time that idiot got into trouble or did something stupid. Still Jonghyun was only a year younger than him and could take care of himself. How else had he survived so long before he met Jinki.
Pairing: Main: Jinki x Minho, Minor: Jonghyun x Key, others~
Rating: R
Summary: How do you love a person who isn't a person. How can you give someone your heart when they only want your soul.
"I just want to say I object to this whole thing entirely."
Jinki sighed softly as he was forced to acknowledge Jonghyun's presense. He licked his lips slowly and turned in his chair, setting his bored gaze on the blonde vampire's face. Ever since he had brought Minho home Jonghyun had found something new to bitch about. He could understand of course since the apartment was as much Jonghyun's as it was Jinki's but that didn't mean the male wasn't any less annoying.
"He's been attacked Jonghyun. So he'll stay here to recover." His oddly silver eyes flashed as if expected the other to challenge his words. Instead Jonghyun just gave an over the top sigh and shook his head, turning on his heel and heading out of Jinki's room. Jinki thought he was rid of him and was turning back to look over Minho's sleeping body when he heard Jonghyun speak up again, his voice serious and filled with warning.
"He's your responsibility Jinki. You've just ruined his life and you don't even know if he'll love a monster like you yet."
Jinki closed his eyes to keep the sudden swell of emotions under check. He hated when Jonghyun got like that, hated how no matter what he said he was always right. It was frustrating to say the least but it was just another thing he had grown to live with. After being with Jonghyun for over fifty plus years sometimes it just went over his head. But not this time. Not when it was something so important. He ran pale fingers through his hair and ruffled out the locks, looking up suddenly when he heard the prone boy on the bed groan out in pain. The vampire reached out hesitantly to brush the long, dark bangs out of Minho's face when a hand clamped down around his wrist suddenly.
"Where am I?" Came the hoarse voice, Minho's body shaking as he coughed and tried to bring moisture into his mouth. He felt like shit to say the least but he couldn't help but feel grounded as he looked into those same silver eyes from his dreams. Only this time they were attached to a face that was so pale it would have Kibum huffing in envy. "Who are you?"
Jinki gently pried Minho's long fingers from his wrist and stood up. The boy's eyes bore into his face before they slowly rolled up into his head and he fell back asleep. The blood loss was getting to him and it'd be a few days before he would recover. A few days of Jonghyun griping and groaning about it smelling like human and him not being able to have a taste. Jinki closed his eyes and turned on his heel, walking out of his room to fix a glass of water and a plate of food for when Minho awoke again. A sudden idea popped into Jinki's head and though he knew it probably wasn't going to go over well with the people involved he knew it'd give him the alone time he craved to have with Minho.
"Jonghyun I have a...request for you." The words weren't even fully out of his mouth when he looked up and saw Jonghyun perched on the kitchen counter, legs swinging back and forth with a look of expectation written plainly on his face. Jinki gave a long enough blink to roll his eyes before he looked over at his blonde companion and smiled softly. "Minho's roommate. Why don't you go and keep him company? You've been dying to have some fun and I want to be alone. Deal?"
Jonghyun frowned for a moment and looked like he had something he wanted to say before he shrugged and hopped off the counter. "Three days. I really don't know why you torture yourself like this though. You won't find another like him. Just cause they look alike means nothing." Jinki gave a low warning growl in the back of his throat but Jonghyun pressed on, arms crossed over his chest as he gave Jinki a pity look. "That boy's soul will be the death of you. And me." Before Jinki could turn and lash out at the younger vampire he found the boy was already gone. He closed his eyes and took a deep calming voice. Jonghyun was right and he knew that he' never find another like his long dead lover but that didn't stop the pain, didn't heal the wound in his black soul.
"Just get laid Jonghyun." He spoke to the air, grabbing the plate and glass of water, heading back into his room and sitting down next to the bed. He wished he could have asked for more time with Minho but he knew Jonghyun wouldn't allow it. Jonghyun had never found that one person, human or not, that completed him. Jinki shook his head and turned to watch Minho's sleeping features. A soft smile crossed over his features as he reached forward and trailed his fingertips over Minho's cheek. He watched how the boy moved into his touch almost like he was used to feeling it. "I know it's you...I know I found you again. Minkyung...”
***
Jonghyun looked around the university campus and sighed softly. A blanket of snow had fallen and seemed to encase the world in silence. He heard his footsteps crunch through the white fluff clearly as he headed for Minho's dorm room. Jinki had this annoying habit of being an obsessive stalker, in Jonghyun's eyes anyway, and had found out everything he needed to know about Minho. It was sad how much his friend pined after the death of his first lover and spent the rest of eternity finding his reincarnate, his Minkyung. Sometimes he'd find the newest Minkyung too late and have to watch him live out the rest of his days with his family. It was one of the reasons why Jonghyun swore he'd never fall in love like that. It was something that would destroy a man from the inside, ripping his heart and soul to pieces and leaving him to rebuild only to have them shattered again and again.
He looked down at the tub of strawberry ice cream he'd bought and shook the snow from his body. It was close to twelve in the morning but Jonghyun didn't quite care for the time. He was immortal after all. He raised a gloved hand up to the door and rapped on it three times in quick succession. There was a scuffling noise and Jonghyun readied his best smile, tips of his fangs hidden behind his lips as the door opened. He couldn't help the sudden feeling that ripped through his body and left him breathless, or rather gave him the sensation of being breathless. There stood Kibum, Minho's roommate, with red puffy eyes in an oversized t shirt that stood mid thigh. The boy's face gave a confused look and Jonghyun found for the first time he was speechless. He couldn't think of what to say and cursed Jinki mentally for setting him up.
The vampire cleared his throat and held up the bag of ice cream. "Minho sent me. He's staying with my roommate for a while and said that you could use some." The look of unsure in Kibum's eyes only added to the whole look of sadness that seemed to rest on the poor boy's shoulders. Jonghyun clenched his teeth and tried to wait it out but knew he couldn't. He had to touch the boy, kiss the boy, feel the boy but he was rooted to his spot until he was invited inside. Jonghyun found he really hated vampire rules but most of them didn't apply to him thankfully. "Can I come in?"
Jonghyun watch as Kibum snapped out of his trance like state and nodded, stepping back and uttering out a small come in. The vampire gladly walked in and dropped the ice cream to the floor, moving his hands to caress the stunned boy's face and pull him into a heated kiss. A sound of protest passed between them but the boy yielded almost immediately to Jonghyun's needy kiss. Their bodies seemed to pick up the other's rhythm instantly as Kibum melted against the vampire's cold body but he didn't seem to notice the difference in body temperature. The air around them was heating up fast enough to let something like that slip by without much thought.
How they made it from the front door to Kibum's bedroom was still a mystery to Jonghyun but all he cared about was the feeling of the human's body sliding under his. The boy pulled away for breath and Jonghyun took the chance to lick a wet stripe along the length of his neck. The gasp that produced sent a tremor down to his dormant member as he dragged his fingers down the human's lithe body and pushed them under the oversized shirt. He was almost disappointed to find his fingers come in contact with a pair of boxers but he let the feeling slide away. Jonghyun tugged them down slowly when he felt Kibum grabbed onto his wrists and stop him.
"Who...who are you?" Came the somewhat frightened question and Jonghyun looked up, face a bit confused till he glanced behind him and saw the problem. Kibum had his desk light still on from when he woke up to the knocks on the door and in the mirror's reflection across from the bed it only showed Kibum, no Jonghyun. The blonde gave out a soft laugh and shook his head, staring down at the boy with his shining gold eyes. "I'm Jonghyun. I'm a vampire." He gave a soft smile and let his fangs extend slowly. There was a look of fear that passed over Kibum's face and for the briefest moments Jonghyun thought he would scream but the look passed and Kibum pushed at Jonghyun's chest gently. "I feel like I know you...or will know you."
Jonghyun moved to lie on the bed and watched as Kibum straddled his waist, laying down and cuddling into his hardened body. It was quite the unexpected turn of events to say the least but Jonghyun found he didn't mind it. He wrapped an arm around the boy's tiny waist and held him close, listening to the loud beating of his heart. "You will know me Kibum. From now till eternity." He would make sure to give Jinki a good and long cursing out for setting him up like this. It was soon to be winter break and that would give him close to a month to have alone with the slumbering boy on top of him. No doubt the odd feeling he had would grow stronger during that time and stick him in the same boat as Jinki. "Fucker..." He mumbled out as he pulled a blanket his and Kibum's body.
Jonghyun had the oddest feeling that he was being watched but he paid it no heed. All of his senses were tuned into Kibum anyway, the way his breath evened out, the way his eyelids flickered as he dreamed. A tingling feeling started at the base of his skull and he knew he was being watched. It was undeniably Kibum's younger cousin but some teenage boy wasn't any of Jonghyun's concern. The boy was no threat to him anyway. It was that understatement that would lead to more trouble than Jonghyun had expected. He'd give Jinki a cursing out about this too. If he had the time.
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Jinki wasn't sure when he had finally dozed off into that state of limbo between sleep and awake but the next thing he could remember was opening his blurry silver eyes and staring right into Minho's. The boy gave a small start but that was the only sign of his surprise as he looked around the room he was in and to the food resting on the bedside table next to him. He shot Jinki a quick glance before reaching out and bringing the plate into his lap, eating hungrily. Jinki gave the smallest of smiles as he watched Minho in silence. It was the third day since he had rescued the boy and Jonghyun would come raging back into the apartment, demanding Minho leave as they had agreed. Three days of watching Minho's chest rise and fall slowly as he dreamed. Now and then he'd catch snatches of mumbles but nothing he was able to understand.
"What are you?" The voice caught Jinki off guard and snapped him out of his day dreaming as he turned ancient eyes back to regard Minho. The question alone told the vampire that Minho remembered the night of his attack vividly. He shifted in his seat uncomfortably as he thought of how to answer the question before he sighed and decided to just tell the truth. There was no use in lying from the start if he wanted Minho to trust him and eventually love him.
"I am a vampire."
The stretch of silence that met his words was unnerving and Jinki was imaging all different sorts of scenarios playing out in his head. Would Minho freak out and try to run? Would he try to attack Jinki somehow? Jinki was about to speak up again and take back what he said when Minho beat him to it. "You're in my dreams a lot. Why is that?" Jinki licked his lips and tried to fight off his smile. He was just like Minkyung, always asking the right questions to get whatever answered he desired. The vampire allowed himself a moment to remember those long gone days before bringing himself back to the present.
"Because you know me from your past lives." Jinki's voice was barely above a whisper but in the quiet of the room it sounded almost thunderous. He watched Minho's eyebrows furrow together as the gears in his mind started answered unasked questions and coming to realizations. All the memories he never remembered experiencing, the dreams filled with faces he'd never seen. Minho licked his lips slowly and brought his dark eyes up to look into Jinki's. "I've been around for years....decades even and my life and yours have been intertwined since I first met you."
Jinki stood up and sat down on the side of the bed. Minho never took his eyes off of the vampire's face but there was no more awkward tension between them. It felt like the boy was accepting what he had been told, accepting Jinki. A soft smile tugged at the corners of his lips as he leaned in and pressed a soft kiss against the human's lips. Jinki felt Minho stiffen at the kiss before his body loosened and he pressed into the kiss endingly. A jolt of want flooded through Jinki's veins as he grabbed the sheets and ripped them back from Minho's body. The smell of dried blood hit his nose but soon all that he could smell was Minho. He broke away from the kiss and watched as Minho gulped down air. Jinki smirked softly as he made a mental note to let the boy breathe from time to time. Long fingers curled into the front of Jinki's shirt and tugged him back down to meet Minho's lips for another fevered kiss. Warm fingers moved over Jinki's clothed chest and gripped at the tight fabric of the sweater, gripping the bottom of it and tugging it up.
Jinki lifted his arms and let Minho pull off his sweater, watching as the boy's large eyes took in the sight of his body. The fact that Jinki's chest never moved to show he was breathing brought him back to the reality that he was, in a sense, about to become intimate with something not human. Jinki pulled off the dirtied shirt from Minho's form and noted the difference between their bodies. Jinki was true to the vampire stereotype with his pale skin while Minho was tanned from a life under the sun. The boy's muscles twitched with anticipation as Jinki's silver eyes passed over them. He bent over and flicked his tongue out, letting the wet muscle pass over the heated skin, laving over the dark nipples and feeling them hardened instantly under his attention. Jinki watched as Minho's eyelids fluttered closed, a low moan parting his lips as his body arched up into Jinki's mouth. The brunette skimmed his fingertips over Minho's side and watched as his body shivered from the cold contact.
The difference in temperature was shocking and something new for Minho. He’d had his share of girls since he’d come to the university but it had never progressed passed that one night. Minho was too busy for them and they did not like that. Jinki’s teeth dragged over his abdomen, sharp tongue darting out to leave a shiny trail in the contours of the hardened muscles. Minho felt another sound bubbling up passed his chapped lips, lifting his head as he watched Jinki descend farther. The thought of those fangs so close to his pride was almost unnerving as he stiffened up and pushed at the vampire’s bared shoulder a little. Jinki glanced up, silver eyes now dark and needy, pupils blown wide with the smell of fresh blood so close, rushing through Minho’s body.
Jinki had never been one to give into temptation in all his centuries as a vampire. He always had a distaste for death and could never feed without killing the person. The vampire turned his head and let his thick tongue run over the insides of Minho’s thighs, feeling the boy quiver and moan under his touches. He was so sensitive, so highly tuned to every little thing Jinki did to his body, almost as if he was anticipating something he already knew. The thought brought a small smile to his face as he unconsciously let his fangs drag over the sensitive skin, seeing the cross work of veins pop into his vision. So close, Jinki was so close he could practically hear the blood rushing by, could hear Minho’s heart beating rapidly, pumping the sweet substance throughout his body. He acted without thinking, fangs piercing the tanned skin as the liquid hurried into his mouth. Minho stiffened at the bite before he felt the wave of ecstasy hit him hard. His mind was screaming at him to push Jinki off, to run away but he couldn’t move. His body was lax and useless as he lay there, muscles twitching as he tried to control the euphoria shutting down his systems, drunk on the raw pleasure emanating from his thighs. There was no doubt in his mind the vampire could taste the want in his blood, he could tell from the noises coming up, the way Jinki’s back would ripple as another wave passed between them. It was weird to be connected in such a way, by his blood and immoral need for each other.
“Jinki…” Minho’s throat closed up before he could continue the plea, pride the only thing undamaged. The sound of his name was the only thing the vampire needed to hear, the tone of Minho’s voice, husky and touched out with lust and the need to feel something else, something more. Something bigger.
Jinki retracted his fangs and licked the puncture wounds once to stem the flow of blood, looking up at Minho. Minho sucked in a breath as Jinki’s once timeless silver eyes were gone, replaced with the color of freshly spilled blood, his pupils nothing more than two dark pools that sucked away light and made the room look darker. There was a pregnant pause between them as Jinki spat into his hand, saliva mixed with Minho’s blood as the vampire stroked himself to life. Minho closed his eyes, turning his head away from the sight, at odds with the emotions running through his body.
How could a creature like Jinki turn him on like this?
His thoughts were put on hold as he felt Jinki pushing between his legs. He hadn’t heard the question Jinki had whispered out and was going to pay for it in the moment. In one night, his beliefs were scattered, sexuality damned, morals forgotten and now he was about to be fucked by the definition of damnation and Minho didn’t have an objection to any of it. Minho felt his hips being lifted as Jinki placed a spare pillow under them, the gesture kind and took the human by surprise as he glanced up at the other, at his lover. Jinki only offered a smile in response as those dark eyes disappeared. Minho felt his own lips twitching up to mirror the smile, finding Jinki oddly human with the show of emotion, the burn spreading along his spine momentarily forgotten as he let himself fall to the spell being woven before him.
Jinki groaned at the lack of resistance to his intrusion, leaning forward to rest his forehead against Minho’s shoulder, kissing the flushed skin softly, feeling the boy shiver under him from the cold. All Jinki knew was heat, the sheer fire burning inside Minho’s body that pulse around his cock, sucking him deeper until he could go in no further. It was a tight fit but it felt right, felt like this was how they were supposed to be. Minho had never imagined being filled so completely, shifting his legs and wrapping one around Jinki’s waist, feeling the movement stretch him out and send a fresh wave of pleasure to wreck through his body. A low moan came up from the vampire, Minho’s eyes darting to the side as he watched Jinki’s face come into view. Minho was sweating from the exertion, muscles twitching as his brain worked to catch up with the sensory overload. Jinki seemed to be carved out of the finest block of marble, shining from the perspiration that had caught on his body from the shivering boy underneath him. Jinki was cold and solid like ice while Minho was liquid fire, lapping at his edges, determined to break him.
No words passed between them, there was no need. They were connected on a different level, a spiritual level. Jinki knew the extremes of Minho’s body and caressed him gently, lovingly. Minho had never met this man before in his life but found he had always been yearning for these touches, giving into them without hesitation. There was no need to think, only feel as Jinki slowly started to move his hips. The burning sensation grew with the first thrust and tears of pain jumped to Minho’s eyes as he gritted his teeth and tried to ride it out. Jinki noticed and pressed feather light kisses against his eyelids, soft sighs passing through Minho’s lips. He wanted to feel those lips against his own, wanted to be marked by them, be claimed by them. The sheer fierceness of his emotions was overwhelming, making every slide of Jinki’s body over his as sinful as this sexual act.
There was no going back from this, Minho had been claimed by Jinki before he had ever been born. Jinki wasn’t after Minho’s body though, that much was apparent from the way he looked at him. Jinki was after a memory, something he had lost and was fighting to have again. It was a nagging voice in the back of Minho’s head, it kept him from truly enjoying Jinki’s body. He was painfully aware of the bite mark on his inner thigh and tried to block out these thoughts, these images but it was to no avail. Jinki didn’t seem to notice the mental struggle Minho was going through, all he saw was Minkyung underneath him, panting out as he tried to suck more air into his desperate lungs. The way his eyes would look up at Jinki with nothing but the purest love and devotion. The way he imagined Minho was looking at him, imagined Minho was breathing. The sounds of their lovemaking was filling the quiet apartment and would have gone on forever if Jinki would have had his way but Minho was only human and the sexual stimulation was too much for his systems to take. His muscles tensed as he pushed up into Jinki’s body, cock twitching before spurting the pent up orgasm between their stomachs, acting as a makeshift glue to keep them together. Jinki groaned at the sudden clench and felt his body coming undone, milky essence coating Minho’s heated walls as the vampire collapsed down, resting against the panting boy.
“I missed you…” Minho blinked at Jinki’s raspy voice, black playing at the edges of his vision before consuming him entirely. Jinki turned his head and looked at Minho’s sleeping face, pulling free carefully as he untangled his limbs from the limp ones resting against the bed. There was a weird feeling in his long dead heart, an odd fluttering he had never experienced before. Jinki rubbed the spot over his heart gently, turning and leaving the room, walking down the quiet hallway to the bathroom. He’d have to call Jonghyun soon. His companion hadn’t arrived yet and though he liked having his time alone he couldn’t help but worry. It wouldn’t be the first time that idiot got into trouble or did something stupid. Still Jonghyun was only a year younger than him and could take care of himself. How else had he survived so long before he met Jinki.