[KPOP RPS] One shot: is that a really big stake in your pocket? {Super Junior}
Title: Is that a really big stake in your pocket? (Or, you know, something else?)
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Sungmin/Ryeowook
Word count: 2,738
Summary: Sungmin and Ryeowook kick ass and take names, or at least they do most of the time. Tonight they kind of fail. In which MinWook are vampire hunters.
Is that a really big stake in your pocket?
(Or, you know, something else?)
Ryeowook is cold and tired and pissed off and if Sungmin wasn’t half way across the park Ryeowook would punch him. He wants to punch something so very badly and since there have been no targets sighted so far tonight, Sungmin would have to do. Of course, Sungmin would punch him back, but Ryeowook would get a small measure of satisfaction before he got his ass handed to him. The physical altercation would probably lead to them having sex, it usually did. And that would leave them both feeling just just fine, a little bruised, but mostly fine.
“You don’t look helpless enough…” Sungmin’s voice crackled over his ear piece, breathy and rushed, almost urgent.
“I do to look helpless.” Ryeowook grumbled. He stamped his feet and blew into his hands, like that would ward off the cold. What he needed was a nice warm jacket, like the one Sungmin had. The thin cotton tee he had on was all well and good for his ‘helpless kid lost in the woods’ act, but if he catches a cold after this mission he is going to make someone regret it.
“No.” Sungmin said matter of factly. “No you don’t, you look like you want to punch something.”
“I wonder why that is.” Ryeowook said under his breath.
“What was that? Really, Wookie-ah, you may as well just hang a sign around your neck, one that says ‘Look at me, I am a trap, come at me and get made dead.’ If there are any targets in the area you have probably scared them all off by now with your super scary aura.”
Ryeowook didn’t think there were any targets in the area; they would have shown themselves by now if there were. Ryeowook made for a very inviting meal, even if he did say so himself.
“Well, since you’re such an expert at playing bait, why don’t you come over here and do it yourself?” Ryeowook huffed, he was so ready to just call it a night right now, screw the quota. The quota was a stupid idea in the first place. If it wasn’t for the damn quota he wouldn’t be out here, he would be warm and tucked up on his sofa with a blanket, watching Choi Siwon’s latest drama. He and Sungmin could be snuggled up on the sofa together, snuggled up and watching Choi Siwon and his aversion to clothes.
Man, he really, really wanted to punch something.
Sungmin coughed out a sound that was halfway between a snort and a laugh. Ryeowook couldn’t help but notice that Sungmin didn’t rush to offer to change places with him, even though technically it was his turn.
Somewhere off in the distance, Ryeowook could make out the first pale glow of the approaching dawn. That was it then, it was almost morning, the night was over. And their night had been a complete wash out. Ryeowook wrapped his arms around himself and bowed his head, he shivered, it had been a cold night and it was always coldest just before dawn.
“YES!” Sungmin shouted, the sudden sound was too loud in Ryeowook’s ear; he swatted at his ear piece but didn’t manage to dislodge it. “Yes! That! That what you are doing is perfect. You look very helpless right now, I would be tempted to come and help myself you if doing that didn’t negate the whole mission.”
“I’m not doing anything.” Ryeowook hissed.
“Well, keep doing it anyway.”
“Thanks, you’re a big help.” Ryeowook muttered under his breath again.
“What? What did you say? Speak up, Wookie-ah; this ear piece isn’t that sensitive. You need to speak up!”
“I said I am going to sit down.”
“Oh, ok. But stay within range.”
Ryeowook sighed and trudged over to the nearby bench and threw himself down on it. It was damp with early morning condensation, the moisture seeped through his jeans, through the back of his shirt. He sneezed.
“I hate you, Hyung.” Ryeowook said miserably.
“You don’t mean that.” Sungmin said with too much unnecessary cheer.
“I do right now.” He leaned back on the bench, splaying out his legs and slouching down. “Hyung, let’s just call it a night, it’s too late now for anyone of those bastard things to come out.”
“No,” Sungmin said vehemently. “We still have time, we can give up now. You know Heechul is ahead of us in the quota. Do you want to let Heechul win, Wookie-ah. Do you?”
Ryeowook didn’t answer, mainly because right now he didn’t care. Heechul is going to win anyway, no matter what they do. He’ll get Han Geng to give him his share of the quota and Heechul will once again wind up on top. On top of the leader board and on top of Han Geng…and they will be loud.
“No, no, Hyung. I give up, stick a stake in me, I’m done.”
Sungmin didn’t say anything for a few minutes, all Ryeowook heard was a long, long, long suffering sigh. And then… “Oh, fuck it up the ass.”
Over the ear piece Ryeowook could hear crackling and the rustling of Sungmin’s warm puffy jacket as Sungmin disentangled himself from his equipment.
Ryeowook had to smile as he watched Sungmin emerge from the bushes and stomp towards him. The jacket he was wearing was very large; Ryeowook had a feeling Sungmin stole it from Youngwoon’s wardrobe. The sleeves were too long and the coat so bulky that his arms stuck out, and he didn’t so much stomp as waddle towards him. Sungmin sat gingerly on the bench and pushed the sleeves of his coat up, he took Ryeowook’s hand, patted it gently.
“Oh well.” Sungmin said as he stared off at the pink and peach light that danced on the horizon. “We can sit here and watch the sunrise like an old married couple before we go back to base and get mocked mercilessly for failing so hard.”
“We’re not an old married couple.” Ryeowook said, he pulled his hand away and tried to put his arm around Sungmin. Sungmin’s coat was too bulky and in the way which made it awkward… and Ryeowook still kind of wanted to punch him, just on the principle that he made Ryeowook play bait. Again. “We did fail pretty hard though.”
“We used to be so good at this. We were the tops of the leader board and we didn’t have to fuck another member of the group to do it…except those times when we fuck each other and they totally don’t count.” Sungmin pouted. Sungmin’s pout was like Ryeowook’s kryptonite, a fatal blow every time.
Ryeowook vaguely thought about offering some words of comfort, but then decided against it. He wasn’t in the mood for empty words. It wasn’t just about Jungsu’s stupid quota and it wasn’t about getting the better of Heechul when it comes to said quota. It was about the targets. It was about killing the targets, killing vampires. And tonight they failed and they failed hard. Sungmin had been right, it wasn’t always this bad. With Sungmin’s ninja skills and Ryeowook’s brains they made for a kick ass team.
Except tonight. Tonight, tonight Ryeowook wanted to punch something.
“Maybe…” Ryeowook started to say. “Maybe they all stayed in to wash their hair.”
“That would be very considerate of them. Most of them do smell like ass.” Sungmin said with such a straight face that Ryeowook couldn’t help but laugh. The laugh turned into a hysterical giggle which turned into a snort, which then set Sungmin off laughing. “It wasn’t that funny.” Sungmin said between gasps, he was laughing so hard he couldn’t breathe. Ryeowook himself didn’t have much breath left with which to answer either.
It really wasn’t that funny, but Ryeowook was slipping towards being silly tired, and he was so cold, cold right down to his bones. If he didn’t laugh he would cry.
He wasn’t expecting Sungmin to kiss him, not that he minded Sungmin kissing him at all, it just wasn’t the most opportune of moments. Ryeowook had yet to catch his breath from his attack of the hysterics and Sungmin caught him off guard. The kiss was awkward and rushed and it landed more on Ryeowook’s cheek than on his mouth.
“This isn’t going to work.” Ryeowook said, he forestalled Sungmin’s epic pouting by unzipping Sungmin’s coat. “This,” Ryeowook pulled Sungmin in for a proper kiss. “This is in the way, it’s got to go.”
Sungmin shucked off his coat, it fell onto the grass with a quiet thump. Sungmin was wearing a thick jumper under the coat, nothing under that. Ryeowook slid his hands up under the jumper, Sungmin squealed and tried to push him away but Ryeowook held on. Held on and pulled him closer.
“Your hands are freezing.” Sungmin gasped out.
“I need you to help warm me up.”
“I am quite good at that.”
Making out with Sungmin was Ryeowook’s second favourite thing to do. Fucking Sungmin was the first thing, but no fucking was going to happen on a freezing cold morning in a park in the middle of Seoul. Once morning was well under way people would come out of the woodwork, people would walk their dogs, go to work, kids would go to school. Ryeowook didn’t really feel like having an audience…well, not again, not this time. The kiss was hungry, wanting. A night of successful hunting could leave them on a high; have them riding a wave of endorphins that would lead to some amazing sex. A less than successful night like tonight would leave them with a lot of pent up frustration that needed to be channelled in some other way. Usually into fantastic sex.
…It’s very possible that Ryeowook might have sex on the brain.
It was stupid really; stupid to get so wrapped up in each other that they let their guards down. Dawn was approaching but it wasn’t quite there yet, there was still a small, scant few minutes of the night left. Sungmin had been right, there was still time. But right then, right then everything was Sungmin and nothing hurt.
“Ahem.” A smooth voice said. “Don’t mind us, will you?”
Ryeowook broke away from Sungmin, but Sungmin was unwilling to let go. Ryeowook looked up at the speaker.
Shit.
“Shit.” Ryeowook muttered.
“Nut buckets.” Sungmin grumbled, he reluctantly let go of Ryeowook’s shirt which he had come halfway to ripping off.
“Evening love birds.” The vampire said.
There were two vampires. Both tall and pale as most of the bastards were. Ryeowook often wondered about that, the tall part since them being pale was kind of a given. But all the vampires they had ever faced had been pretty tall. Did they grow once they had been turned? Like, if you were short as a human did you grow a foot or so after you had all your blood sucked out? How did that work? How tall would Ryeowook end up if he was made into a vampire? Yeah, that probably wasn’t the point right now.
The one who had spoken had blood seeping down the side of his mouth; he slowly wiped it away with a pale, slender hand. There was a small flush to his cheeks, a sign he had eaten in the last hour or so. The other one didn’t look like he had eaten in the last hour; he didn’t look like he had eaten for a while. The second vampire leered at them, leered at Ryeowook. Ryeowook gulped.
“Excuse you.” Sungmin said petulantly. “You’re interrupting.”
The first vampire just smiled, it was a pleasant, friendly smile. Or it would have been if you ignored the fangs.
“Well,” He said in the same smooth tone that belied the friendliness of his smile. “As much fun as it is to watch the two of you going at it…” He looked back over his shoulder at the rapidly brightening day and shuddered. “We’re working on a bit of a deadline.” He looked back at Ryeowook and Sungmin. “My friend here is a bit of a fussy eater and I had been worried that we wouldn’t find anything to satisfy his very refined pallet. But look, here the two of you are.”
He spread his hands as if to indicate the both of them, but the pasty, frail looking vampire only had eyes for Ryeowook. Ryeowook shifted uncomfortably in his seat, his hand slowly inched down towards his front pocket.
“They don’t seem very afraid, Victor.” The frail vampire said. His voice was just as frail as the rest of him, rough and raspy. Bone dry.
Ryeowook blinked and side eyed the first vampire. What kind of jumped up, pretentious name for a vampire was that? Viktor. Neither of them looked Eastern European.
“Viktor…Viktor aren’t humans usually screaming and or begging for their lives about now?”
“Maybe they are in shock?” Viktor said, he was starting to look a little perturbed. He frowned like he didn’t really believe what he was saying. “We can be quite intimidating.”
Ryeowook looked at Sungmin who was calmly trying to school his expression into one of abject terror, and not quite managing. Ryeowook fought not to smile.
“Hurry, Viktor. I don’t have much time.” The frail vampire spoke slowly but that didn’t make his tone any less urgent. He made a lunge for Ryeowook but was stopped by Sungmin…or, more accurately, he was stopped by the stake Sungmin threw at his chest. It wasn’t a complete kill shot; the stake didn’t go all the way through, through to his heart. The frail vampire looked down at his chest like he couldn’t quite believe what had just happened.
“Owww.” The frail vampire moaned as he reached down to pull the stake from his chest. Sungmin jumped up from the bench and with one forceful roundhouse kick he drove the stake all the way through the vampire’s ribcage, through to his heart.
“No one.” Sungmin spat at the vampire’s rapidly decomposing body. “No one gets to eat Ryeowook except me.”
“D’awwww.” Ryeowook said. He stood up and reached fully into his pocket. “That’s the sweetest thing you have ever said about me.” He pulled out his own stake out of his pants and held it up. He could have sworn that Sungmin looked disappointed as he looked at Ryeowook’s crotch.
“Hey, I though all that wood there was for me.”
“Most of it is.” Ryeowook said. “This little bit, though, this bit is for Viktor.”
“Poor Viktor.” Sungmin said with absolutely no sympathy at all. “You should have run while your friend was dying.”
Ryeowook didn’t often use stakes to kill, wound and incapacitate-yes, but not to kill. He didn’t have the skill that Sungmin had and, if he was honest, he didn’t have the strength either. His weapon of choice was the crossbow. Unfortunately his crossbow was with the rest of Sungmin’s stuff halfway across the park. It wouldn’t go with his outfit; it wasn’t an easy weapon to conceal. So all he on him was this stake and tonight, tonight Ryeowook thought that just might be pissed off enough to be able do it. He threw the stake, it hit home hard, straight through Viktor’s pretentious little heart.
“Nice wrist action.” Sungmin said with more than a little pride. He reached out and took Ryeowook’s hand and together they watched Viktor dissolve into ash.
“I’ve been practicing.” Ryeowook shrugged. He had, but not a whole lot.
“I’m impressed…and a little turned on.”
“When aren’t you turned on?” Ryeowook asked mildly, but he didn’t think Sungmin heard him because Sungmin was already skipping off down the park to fetch their stuff.
“Hey,” Sungmin said when he came back. “Two targets in one night, does that mean we stand a chance of beating Heechul?”
Sungmin handed him his coat which Ryeowook gratefully put on.
“Doubt it.” Ryeowook said. “If we took down two then Heechul probably took out a whole nest. Or got Han Geng to do it for him.”
Sungmin nodded and reached for Ryeowook’s hand again. Sungmin felt wonderfully warm. Together they walked past the dead vampires’ ashes and on out of the park.
“We beat Eunhyuk and Donghae though right?”
“Oh yeah, that’s pretty much a given.”
.end
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Sungmin/Ryeowook
Word count: 2,738
Summary: Sungmin and Ryeowook kick ass and take names, or at least they do most of the time. Tonight they kind of fail. In which MinWook are vampire hunters.
Is that a really big stake in your pocket?
(Or, you know, something else?)
Ryeowook is cold and tired and pissed off and if Sungmin wasn’t half way across the park Ryeowook would punch him. He wants to punch something so very badly and since there have been no targets sighted so far tonight, Sungmin would have to do. Of course, Sungmin would punch him back, but Ryeowook would get a small measure of satisfaction before he got his ass handed to him. The physical altercation would probably lead to them having sex, it usually did. And that would leave them both feeling just just fine, a little bruised, but mostly fine.
“You don’t look helpless enough…” Sungmin’s voice crackled over his ear piece, breathy and rushed, almost urgent.
“I do to look helpless.” Ryeowook grumbled. He stamped his feet and blew into his hands, like that would ward off the cold. What he needed was a nice warm jacket, like the one Sungmin had. The thin cotton tee he had on was all well and good for his ‘helpless kid lost in the woods’ act, but if he catches a cold after this mission he is going to make someone regret it.
“No.” Sungmin said matter of factly. “No you don’t, you look like you want to punch something.”
“I wonder why that is.” Ryeowook said under his breath.
“What was that? Really, Wookie-ah, you may as well just hang a sign around your neck, one that says ‘Look at me, I am a trap, come at me and get made dead.’ If there are any targets in the area you have probably scared them all off by now with your super scary aura.”
Ryeowook didn’t think there were any targets in the area; they would have shown themselves by now if there were. Ryeowook made for a very inviting meal, even if he did say so himself.
“Well, since you’re such an expert at playing bait, why don’t you come over here and do it yourself?” Ryeowook huffed, he was so ready to just call it a night right now, screw the quota. The quota was a stupid idea in the first place. If it wasn’t for the damn quota he wouldn’t be out here, he would be warm and tucked up on his sofa with a blanket, watching Choi Siwon’s latest drama. He and Sungmin could be snuggled up on the sofa together, snuggled up and watching Choi Siwon and his aversion to clothes.
Man, he really, really wanted to punch something.
Sungmin coughed out a sound that was halfway between a snort and a laugh. Ryeowook couldn’t help but notice that Sungmin didn’t rush to offer to change places with him, even though technically it was his turn.
Somewhere off in the distance, Ryeowook could make out the first pale glow of the approaching dawn. That was it then, it was almost morning, the night was over. And their night had been a complete wash out. Ryeowook wrapped his arms around himself and bowed his head, he shivered, it had been a cold night and it was always coldest just before dawn.
“YES!” Sungmin shouted, the sudden sound was too loud in Ryeowook’s ear; he swatted at his ear piece but didn’t manage to dislodge it. “Yes! That! That what you are doing is perfect. You look very helpless right now, I would be tempted to come and help myself you if doing that didn’t negate the whole mission.”
“I’m not doing anything.” Ryeowook hissed.
“Well, keep doing it anyway.”
“Thanks, you’re a big help.” Ryeowook muttered under his breath again.
“What? What did you say? Speak up, Wookie-ah; this ear piece isn’t that sensitive. You need to speak up!”
“I said I am going to sit down.”
“Oh, ok. But stay within range.”
Ryeowook sighed and trudged over to the nearby bench and threw himself down on it. It was damp with early morning condensation, the moisture seeped through his jeans, through the back of his shirt. He sneezed.
“I hate you, Hyung.” Ryeowook said miserably.
“You don’t mean that.” Sungmin said with too much unnecessary cheer.
“I do right now.” He leaned back on the bench, splaying out his legs and slouching down. “Hyung, let’s just call it a night, it’s too late now for anyone of those bastard things to come out.”
“No,” Sungmin said vehemently. “We still have time, we can give up now. You know Heechul is ahead of us in the quota. Do you want to let Heechul win, Wookie-ah. Do you?”
Ryeowook didn’t answer, mainly because right now he didn’t care. Heechul is going to win anyway, no matter what they do. He’ll get Han Geng to give him his share of the quota and Heechul will once again wind up on top. On top of the leader board and on top of Han Geng…and they will be loud.
“No, no, Hyung. I give up, stick a stake in me, I’m done.”
Sungmin didn’t say anything for a few minutes, all Ryeowook heard was a long, long, long suffering sigh. And then… “Oh, fuck it up the ass.”
Over the ear piece Ryeowook could hear crackling and the rustling of Sungmin’s warm puffy jacket as Sungmin disentangled himself from his equipment.
Ryeowook had to smile as he watched Sungmin emerge from the bushes and stomp towards him. The jacket he was wearing was very large; Ryeowook had a feeling Sungmin stole it from Youngwoon’s wardrobe. The sleeves were too long and the coat so bulky that his arms stuck out, and he didn’t so much stomp as waddle towards him. Sungmin sat gingerly on the bench and pushed the sleeves of his coat up, he took Ryeowook’s hand, patted it gently.
“Oh well.” Sungmin said as he stared off at the pink and peach light that danced on the horizon. “We can sit here and watch the sunrise like an old married couple before we go back to base and get mocked mercilessly for failing so hard.”
“We’re not an old married couple.” Ryeowook said, he pulled his hand away and tried to put his arm around Sungmin. Sungmin’s coat was too bulky and in the way which made it awkward… and Ryeowook still kind of wanted to punch him, just on the principle that he made Ryeowook play bait. Again. “We did fail pretty hard though.”
“We used to be so good at this. We were the tops of the leader board and we didn’t have to fuck another member of the group to do it…except those times when we fuck each other and they totally don’t count.” Sungmin pouted. Sungmin’s pout was like Ryeowook’s kryptonite, a fatal blow every time.
Ryeowook vaguely thought about offering some words of comfort, but then decided against it. He wasn’t in the mood for empty words. It wasn’t just about Jungsu’s stupid quota and it wasn’t about getting the better of Heechul when it comes to said quota. It was about the targets. It was about killing the targets, killing vampires. And tonight they failed and they failed hard. Sungmin had been right, it wasn’t always this bad. With Sungmin’s ninja skills and Ryeowook’s brains they made for a kick ass team.
Except tonight. Tonight, tonight Ryeowook wanted to punch something.
“Maybe…” Ryeowook started to say. “Maybe they all stayed in to wash their hair.”
“That would be very considerate of them. Most of them do smell like ass.” Sungmin said with such a straight face that Ryeowook couldn’t help but laugh. The laugh turned into a hysterical giggle which turned into a snort, which then set Sungmin off laughing. “It wasn’t that funny.” Sungmin said between gasps, he was laughing so hard he couldn’t breathe. Ryeowook himself didn’t have much breath left with which to answer either.
It really wasn’t that funny, but Ryeowook was slipping towards being silly tired, and he was so cold, cold right down to his bones. If he didn’t laugh he would cry.
He wasn’t expecting Sungmin to kiss him, not that he minded Sungmin kissing him at all, it just wasn’t the most opportune of moments. Ryeowook had yet to catch his breath from his attack of the hysterics and Sungmin caught him off guard. The kiss was awkward and rushed and it landed more on Ryeowook’s cheek than on his mouth.
“This isn’t going to work.” Ryeowook said, he forestalled Sungmin’s epic pouting by unzipping Sungmin’s coat. “This,” Ryeowook pulled Sungmin in for a proper kiss. “This is in the way, it’s got to go.”
Sungmin shucked off his coat, it fell onto the grass with a quiet thump. Sungmin was wearing a thick jumper under the coat, nothing under that. Ryeowook slid his hands up under the jumper, Sungmin squealed and tried to push him away but Ryeowook held on. Held on and pulled him closer.
“Your hands are freezing.” Sungmin gasped out.
“I need you to help warm me up.”
“I am quite good at that.”
Making out with Sungmin was Ryeowook’s second favourite thing to do. Fucking Sungmin was the first thing, but no fucking was going to happen on a freezing cold morning in a park in the middle of Seoul. Once morning was well under way people would come out of the woodwork, people would walk their dogs, go to work, kids would go to school. Ryeowook didn’t really feel like having an audience…well, not again, not this time. The kiss was hungry, wanting. A night of successful hunting could leave them on a high; have them riding a wave of endorphins that would lead to some amazing sex. A less than successful night like tonight would leave them with a lot of pent up frustration that needed to be channelled in some other way. Usually into fantastic sex.
…It’s very possible that Ryeowook might have sex on the brain.
It was stupid really; stupid to get so wrapped up in each other that they let their guards down. Dawn was approaching but it wasn’t quite there yet, there was still a small, scant few minutes of the night left. Sungmin had been right, there was still time. But right then, right then everything was Sungmin and nothing hurt.
“Ahem.” A smooth voice said. “Don’t mind us, will you?”
Ryeowook broke away from Sungmin, but Sungmin was unwilling to let go. Ryeowook looked up at the speaker.
Shit.
“Shit.” Ryeowook muttered.
“Nut buckets.” Sungmin grumbled, he reluctantly let go of Ryeowook’s shirt which he had come halfway to ripping off.
“Evening love birds.” The vampire said.
There were two vampires. Both tall and pale as most of the bastards were. Ryeowook often wondered about that, the tall part since them being pale was kind of a given. But all the vampires they had ever faced had been pretty tall. Did they grow once they had been turned? Like, if you were short as a human did you grow a foot or so after you had all your blood sucked out? How did that work? How tall would Ryeowook end up if he was made into a vampire? Yeah, that probably wasn’t the point right now.
The one who had spoken had blood seeping down the side of his mouth; he slowly wiped it away with a pale, slender hand. There was a small flush to his cheeks, a sign he had eaten in the last hour or so. The other one didn’t look like he had eaten in the last hour; he didn’t look like he had eaten for a while. The second vampire leered at them, leered at Ryeowook. Ryeowook gulped.
“Excuse you.” Sungmin said petulantly. “You’re interrupting.”
The first vampire just smiled, it was a pleasant, friendly smile. Or it would have been if you ignored the fangs.
“Well,” He said in the same smooth tone that belied the friendliness of his smile. “As much fun as it is to watch the two of you going at it…” He looked back over his shoulder at the rapidly brightening day and shuddered. “We’re working on a bit of a deadline.” He looked back at Ryeowook and Sungmin. “My friend here is a bit of a fussy eater and I had been worried that we wouldn’t find anything to satisfy his very refined pallet. But look, here the two of you are.”
He spread his hands as if to indicate the both of them, but the pasty, frail looking vampire only had eyes for Ryeowook. Ryeowook shifted uncomfortably in his seat, his hand slowly inched down towards his front pocket.
“They don’t seem very afraid, Victor.” The frail vampire said. His voice was just as frail as the rest of him, rough and raspy. Bone dry.
Ryeowook blinked and side eyed the first vampire. What kind of jumped up, pretentious name for a vampire was that? Viktor. Neither of them looked Eastern European.
“Viktor…Viktor aren’t humans usually screaming and or begging for their lives about now?”
“Maybe they are in shock?” Viktor said, he was starting to look a little perturbed. He frowned like he didn’t really believe what he was saying. “We can be quite intimidating.”
Ryeowook looked at Sungmin who was calmly trying to school his expression into one of abject terror, and not quite managing. Ryeowook fought not to smile.
“Hurry, Viktor. I don’t have much time.” The frail vampire spoke slowly but that didn’t make his tone any less urgent. He made a lunge for Ryeowook but was stopped by Sungmin…or, more accurately, he was stopped by the stake Sungmin threw at his chest. It wasn’t a complete kill shot; the stake didn’t go all the way through, through to his heart. The frail vampire looked down at his chest like he couldn’t quite believe what had just happened.
“Owww.” The frail vampire moaned as he reached down to pull the stake from his chest. Sungmin jumped up from the bench and with one forceful roundhouse kick he drove the stake all the way through the vampire’s ribcage, through to his heart.
“No one.” Sungmin spat at the vampire’s rapidly decomposing body. “No one gets to eat Ryeowook except me.”
“D’awwww.” Ryeowook said. He stood up and reached fully into his pocket. “That’s the sweetest thing you have ever said about me.” He pulled out his own stake out of his pants and held it up. He could have sworn that Sungmin looked disappointed as he looked at Ryeowook’s crotch.
“Hey, I though all that wood there was for me.”
“Most of it is.” Ryeowook said. “This little bit, though, this bit is for Viktor.”
“Poor Viktor.” Sungmin said with absolutely no sympathy at all. “You should have run while your friend was dying.”
Ryeowook didn’t often use stakes to kill, wound and incapacitate-yes, but not to kill. He didn’t have the skill that Sungmin had and, if he was honest, he didn’t have the strength either. His weapon of choice was the crossbow. Unfortunately his crossbow was with the rest of Sungmin’s stuff halfway across the park. It wouldn’t go with his outfit; it wasn’t an easy weapon to conceal. So all he on him was this stake and tonight, tonight Ryeowook thought that just might be pissed off enough to be able do it. He threw the stake, it hit home hard, straight through Viktor’s pretentious little heart.
“Nice wrist action.” Sungmin said with more than a little pride. He reached out and took Ryeowook’s hand and together they watched Viktor dissolve into ash.
“I’ve been practicing.” Ryeowook shrugged. He had, but not a whole lot.
“I’m impressed…and a little turned on.”
“When aren’t you turned on?” Ryeowook asked mildly, but he didn’t think Sungmin heard him because Sungmin was already skipping off down the park to fetch their stuff.
“Hey,” Sungmin said when he came back. “Two targets in one night, does that mean we stand a chance of beating Heechul?”
Sungmin handed him his coat which Ryeowook gratefully put on.
“Doubt it.” Ryeowook said. “If we took down two then Heechul probably took out a whole nest. Or got Han Geng to do it for him.”
Sungmin nodded and reached for Ryeowook’s hand again. Sungmin felt wonderfully warm. Together they walked past the dead vampires’ ashes and on out of the park.
“We beat Eunhyuk and Donghae though right?”
“Oh yeah, that’s pretty much a given.”
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