White Noise - Part 5
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Onew was sitting up at the edge of the bed when Key returned. He thought it was about time, because he was getting hungry, and really Key had implied it wouldn't be half as long as he'd ended up taking.
Then, he noticed the human that Key pulled in behind him. It seemed like it had been forever since Onew was in the room with a human, and it's heart pumped like music to his ears, and it's scared expression may as well have been a work of art...
"Eat him." Key said, tossing the man, who was just a human to Onew. A body that he'd have to eat from. The human stumbled forward onto the bed, and Onew grabbed him in two arms, sinking his fangs through the nearest skin he could easily access which just happened to be his neck, and it was fucking amazing because it'd been way too long. The blood warmed him, energized him, better than any packaged blood ever came near doing. He thought, weird shackle be damned, he had super strength again. He was overpowering this human like it was nothing, and it was nothing, not compared to him.. and...
That feeling was gone almost as suddenly as it came, when Key jerked the human backwards and out of his arms. Onew's scream was almost instant. If that heart took one beat too many, his bond with Minho would be replaced. Minho would die. The momentary power high was crushed by panic. It was near the absolute most crushing feeling Onew had ever felt.
Then Key shoved the human, who groaned in pain, back down into Onew's arms, and now Onew clung to him like his life depended on it because fuck it might as well have and sucked on his neck desperately, as if he couldn't guarantee any more that the human would die...
When it's heart stopped pounding, he dropped it, and stared at it in horror, because in that moment it was horrifying. It was the thing that had almost killed Minho.
Then Key reached out, put his fingers under his chin, and tilted his face so they looked into each other's eyes. "I can end you." Key said, "And your bonded. Like you were never anything."
Onew gritted his teeth, trembling, and not sure if it was fear or anger, though his pride would forever tell him it was the latter.
"So you better work really fucking hard to not piss me off." Key said, "In fact, you better make me fucking love you, because that's your only hope now."
"Will that make it better then?" Onew asked, fighting not to yell, and failing. His voice raised as he continued, "If I love you now, will it change the fact that he didn't!?"
"That's a really bad start." Key said, calm in contrast to Onew, but ice cold in tone - so much that Onew shivered upon hearing it.
Key walked over to a light wooden dresser, frowning deeply as he pulled out the top drawer and gazed at his collection of daggers until he was looking through them, lost in a memory.
When he turned to Onew again, he had tears in his eyes and held one of his daggers, crossing the room fast and pushing Onew backwards on the bed. When he stabbed him, directly through the stomach, he didn't see Onew any more, but who he'd been once before.
First, the smiling, dorky human that fell a lot. Then, the scared, partially insane vampire he'd been for the first part of his new life. Right now, Key's mind drifted in the past, and Onew had killed the man he loved. That's all there was to it.
The blade twisted in Onew's stomach.
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Minho woke up screaming and not knowing where he was. He fell, though, from wherever he'd been - and onto a floor. A deep purple carpet in a small living room that attached to an even smaller kitchen. He had hardly calmed down, but he stifled his screaming and looked around at his new setting in a panic. He didn't take much in. He saw a portrait on the wall, a very cute picture of Jessica and Krystal, and he was sure he was in Jessica's apartment.
He needed to be with Onew though. Onew needed him.
As he stood, shakily, still feeling his bonded's pain, Jessica rushed into the room. She wore a thick, pink bathrobe and lighter pink slippers, her hair wet and Minho got the impression she'd come from the shower recently.
As Minho looked at her, he realized he was still in his school uniform, minus the ripped blazer. He wasn't wet any more, himself. He wondered how long he'd slept.
"It's Onew?" she asked.
"He's in pain. We have to help him, now, I mean.."
"We both need rest."
"You need rest!" Minho snapped, "I need my vampire!" He waited, watching her annoyed expression, and tried to find a way to make her understand the intensity. "I think.. I think he might die.."
"The fact that it's easy for our kind to kill your kind doesn't mean that it's easy for us to kill each other. I'll explain this to you, only so you'll shut up and rest. To a vampire, who is considerably immortal, death is often conceived as a gift. They won't give that to Onew."
Minho stared at her, trying to steal her confidence in that fact. She wasn't willing to be stared at for long though. She sighed, and took another step closer to Minho. "Get your mind off of it. So he can confide in your feelings."
Minho hated again, how hard it was for him to be happy. "I can't." he told Jessica.
Jessica raised a blonde eyebrow, then rolled her eyes. "Fine. I'll help you out."
She pushed him back towards the white couch he'd fallen from, forcing him to sit and dropping into his lap. When Minho glanced down, he saw her bathrobe spread apart over his lap to reveal her satiny pink panties. He looked quickly up, and feared getting a nosebleed.
"I don't want to lose my bond with him." Minho said quickly, his mind staying in a clean place, where he worried her cure for him would be his bond.
She pulled her bathrobe open further, and her braless, small but round and beautiful breasts were exposed to him, and he grew all too hot and nervous, and he'd never seen breasts in person at all, much less on a woman who was in his lap and trying to get his mind off of his.. well, his vampire...
"Huh. I bet it's true. That you're a virgin." Jessica said, seeming amazingly casual with her bare chest hanging out. Minho twitched, lifting his eyes to her face. "It is. true." Which is why he couldn't have sex with her now, he couldn't make an untrustworthy vampire his first - and with her boobs hanging in his face he knew she'd already be a first, that he wouldn't forget this moment for too long, and..
"You really need to relax." Jessica said in her uncaring tone. "I'm only doing this to shut you up, so you can stop thinking so much about it. It'll feel good, that's all there is to it."
He wondered how he could turn her down, and then he wondered how he could not turn her down, and this position that he'd found himself in was just too awkward and - fuck. Jessica climbed off of him, kneeling on the floor in front of him instead and pushing his legs open. His brain couldn't function.
He let it happen. She only sucked him off, which was over way too embarrassingly fast for his liking, but for the time it lasted it at the very least served it's purpose because he didn't have a single thought for Onew. Not as he changed into blue shorts and a huge black t-shirt (the only "boy clothes" that Jessica had for him to sleep in), and not as he laid back down on the couch to try and sleep again.
But as his eyes closed, he smirked, wondering what Onew's reaction would be...
Next
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