[FIC] Our Ties in Blood and Sin
Title: Our Ties in Blood and Sin
Summary: In the aftermath of conquering another kingdom, Vampire Lord Xiah receives a present in the form of a human prince from the royal family.
Pairing: Yoosu
Rating: R
Genre: Drama/Supernatural
Warning: bloodplay (vampires)
Disclaimer: Don't own Yoosu. I wish.
For ichigotabetai
They’re talking politics again.
It didn’t take him long before he zones out again, blocking any of the comments flying around the courts filled with strikingly handsome young men with blood red eyes and sharp incisors made to pierce flesh - except he knew better and that if this was an ordinary human palace, they’d all be old wrinkling white-haired men. Or better yet, long dead and rotten in the form of corpses because humans never lived past their hundreds. He’d rather they all be humans; it’d save a whole lot of nagging from ones who thought they knew better simply because they lived a few centuries longer. And the longer they stayed in his courts, the more haughty and daring they became.
His own blood colored eyes scanned through the dark court, washed pale from moonlight barely visible through high, arched windows. Old macabre ornaments hung throughout the dingy lair, undamaged and free of cobwebs despite their ancient age, and more than one bat perched upside down on well-maintained, polished wood beams even though they should have long collapsed. He wondered how the previous Lords had managed to sit through long hours in such a ridiculous overly lavish room filled with ridiculous old men arguing with each other. Maybe there was a reason after all why no Lord ever lasted more than three centuries, he mused humorlessly.
“My Lord? Lord Xiah!”
Junsu blinked and returned back to reality after several calls that went unanswered. And unsurprisingly, it was one of his Creator’s advisors who resented that Junsu was created and appointed as the next Lord before his Creator left the throne, therefore heavily resented Junsu himself and hinted strongly on multiple occasions for him to step down. One of these days he must get rid of that nuisance.
“As I was saying,” the older vampire said, barely covering his irritation, “Lord Xiah, we have recently conquered another small kingdom successfully with hardly a struggle. The King surrendered and they have sent their tribute, as according to our laws.”
“Very well,” he responded, the unique huskiness of his voice rang out unmistakably cold in the familiar I-did-not-ask-to-be-bothered-with-trivial -affairs tone, sending shivers down many of his advisor’s spine. In absolute boredom he observed the perfectly painted kohl nails, face void of any expression. “Now, as protocol suggests, send the slaves to the market, store the gold in the treasury, and kill off whatever pathetic royals of theirs they sent. I’m sure you incompetent fools know at least how to do that.”
Disapproving tittering swept through his advisors, some older vampires scowling at his not-so-subtle insults while the younger ones whimpered in fright as a burst of dark energy, a strong show of power, ran through each of them threateningly.
“B-but sire,” an especially timid one piped up. Junsu didn’t recognize his face and took a guess that he was new. Not that it mattered anyways, until that one got older and decided he was better and smarter than the Vampire Lord and would subsequently become most other men in his court who nagged in incessantly by the most trifling issues. “The King sent one of the Princes as a slave. A personal gift for Your Honor, he said.”
“Oh?” His interest was piqued, now. It was not the first time, but all the previous instances when desperate Kings tried to appease him, it was either trickery or he broke his gift too soon. There was no place for useless slaves, anyways. They only took up space and caused unnecessary hassle due to human needs; often their blood didn’t even taste good, having being tainted too much with fear and despair. “Where is he?”
The young vampire who spoke up cowered under cold eyes that glittered with interest. “I-n the d-dungeons, sire,” he stammered, taking an involuntary step back.
“Well, what are you waiting for?” his voice took on a dangerous tone, tapping his nails impatiently on the cold stone armrests of his throne. “I want to see him. Now.”
“Y-yes sire!” the young courtier hurriedly backed out of the room, feet only skimming the ground as bursts of power boosted him in his haste to abide by the Lord’s orders.
As the courtier’s footsteps faded away, the court room lapsed back into a buzz of murmuring among the other vampires, filled with questions and speculations about the human prince given away as tribute from the royal family. Perhaps he was ugly or disfigured, or unintelligent and uncouth. But then again, surely the royal family would not want to risk angering the vampire lord and his powerful empire.
The scent hit sooner than the sound of footsteps returning and clinking chains. It was powerful and distinct, sweeping through the court room and setting every vampire’s sense on fire. Junsu’s mouth watered as he was hit by an intense, burning thirst and desire for the human’s blood, both strong and appealing to his senses. There was something almost effeminate about it, akin to elegant roses and orange blossoms, but not an overpowering perfume; it remained fresh and clean like oceans and the newly sprouted leaves of spring.
Junsu was not disappointed when the human was finally brought in. Like his scent the prince had clean and simple features, holding softness akin to a woman’s visage but with the hard edges of a man in his dark brow and eyes. Long strands of tangled raven hair fell in front of his eyes and cascaded past his shoulders, a stark contrast against pale skin showing underneath the ripped white gown. Despite his clearly unkempt appearance, no trace of terror or anxiety was found in his gaze as he stared unwaveringly back at the vampire lord, only coldness and contempt, and a mocking grin tugged at the corners of plump red lips.
Something more than blood lust now stirred deep inside him as he felt his fangs elongating from his gums, threatening to pop out, and he fought against the urge to pounce on the human and latch onto his pretty neck, sucking him dry. “Park Yoochun, third and youngest prince of the royal family of Jungs,” he said, a hoarseness to his otherwise emotionless tone, “Pray I ask why you chose to keep your mother’s surname?”
The answer already lied at the tip of his tongue, but he waited for the human to answer.
The human’s eyes narrowed. “Why ask when you already know the answer?” His voice was deeper than what Junsu expected, with a distinct timbre.
His courtiers stirred uneasily at the prince’s bold tone and words. It was unheard of to ever address the lord directly with “you” and not an honorific, yet this human had the nerve to keep his head up high and stare down their lord as if they were equals. But to their surprise, Lord Xiah chuckled. A light sound, yet it resounded across the throne room in the deathly silence that had taken root.
“Very well,” he said, amusement replacing the inscrutable darkness previously in his ruby eyes. “I am shocked your father dared to present such a … tainted and dirty gift to me. After all, he knows that it is in his best interest to not anger me.”
An undecipherable emotion passed through Yoochun’s eyes, and his hands clenched discreetly into fists but he made no other response. Perhaps he was already used to the demeaning words thrown at him. “What the King decides is not in my control. But I see it to be rather fitting; a lowly, dirty gift to a lowly, dirty lord.”
Somewhere among the courtiers was a nervous ‘eep’, most likely from the younger ones.
Junsu’s grip on his throne arms tightened infinitesimally as the human continued to stare at him calmly. “At least I have pure, royal blood in my veins while you carry the blood of a discarded, unwanted concubine. And much of the humans in your kingdom called you cursed, did they not? Killed your mother during childbirth and came out covered in blood. That’s why the royal family hid you away for so long and only brought you out to cast you away.”
What little color from the human’s face drained away at the vampire lord’s harsh words, chains clinking together from his shaking frame, and Junsu felt a mild twinge of satisfaction that he finally broke the calm mask the human hid behind. The tough exterior that the human kept up irritated him greatly, though he did not know why.
He stood up and stepped forward, a whirlwind of magic spiraling and fanning outwards like a pair of majestic wings behind him, expanding until they wrapped firmly around him and Yoochun like a thick cocoon. With a snap of his fingers they were lifted off the air, and in a matter of seconds both figures disappeared from the court room, a lone black feather drifting in their wake.
They landed softly onto thick velvet mattresses, Junsu’s arm hooked around the human’s thin waist, cold metal pressing firmly against both of their skin. He heard him whimper quietly in pain when his bruised knees hit the bed and would have fallen if it wasn’t for Junsu’s grip around him. For the first time there was a brief flicker of fear in Yoochun’s eyes as slender fingers gripped his chin and forced him to look into the vampire’s eyes, and Junsu could feel the slightest tremor from the other’s body.
“What do you want with me?” Yoochun broke the silence first, once again remasking his features into one of nonchalance, but the light, clinking noise of metal shaking gave away his true emotions. He felt the other’s hand stroke his hair, threading through the tangles and trailing down his back, and with each stroke left him even more nervous than before, his body paralyzed in the other’s arms. Fingers caressed the wounds crisscrossing his body, gentle and feather-light, juxtaposed against the intense burn of the leather whips just a few hours ago upon his skin.
“I want you.” Cold, ruby lips brushed against the warm pulse of the human’s neck, filled with promise of rich velvet blood that would quench the vampire lord’s thirst, intensifying with each dizzyingly mouth-watering breath he took of Yoochun’s scent. Desire and excitement flooded through his dead veins as venom welled in his mouth, fangs scraping against the human’s pulse.
He was a doll in his arms, perfect and unmoving save for the fluttering beats of his heart and the uneven breaths.
The fangs sank in easily, piercing through soft flesh and straight to hot, dark crimson liquid that flowed smoothly down his parched throat with each gulp. Distantly above the haze of thirst he heard a muffled whimper of pain, the human’s strength gradually sapping away, tightly clenched muscles relaxing against Junsu’s lithe body until he all but melted into the vampire’s arms. But Junsu was too lost in blood lust to notice or care; he could only focus on how perfect and delicious the blood tasted, a potent elixir setting his senses buzzing excitedly.
When he finally drew back the human had fainted, his face an even paler skin than previously, lips bloodless and eyelids slid shut. The only indication that he was alive was a weak pulse and faint breathing. With new, fresh blood pumping through his veins again and thoroughly satisfied, Junsu pressed his bloodied lips against the puncture; the wounds began to heal, scar tissue forming quickly and within moments new skin pulling tautly over the entire puncture.
“Mine,” he whispered. “All mine.”
(Author's Notes: This is for ichigotabetaiwho claimed that 2015 would come before I finished writing this fic but she was wrong! There's still New Year's Eve for me so ha!! ... Anyhow this was largely inspired by Xiacula and Xiahtod; I like me vampire!Su very much keke. And I lost inspiration halfway but picked it up later so it might be a bit choppy but oh well...... Hope you enjoy it ! Please leave a comment if you're kind enough to ;w;; and Happy New Year!)
Summary: In the aftermath of conquering another kingdom, Vampire Lord Xiah receives a present in the form of a human prince from the royal family.
Pairing: Yoosu
Rating: R
Genre: Drama/Supernatural
Warning: bloodplay (vampires)
Disclaimer: Don't own Yoosu. I wish.
For ichigotabetai
They’re talking politics again.
It didn’t take him long before he zones out again, blocking any of the comments flying around the courts filled with strikingly handsome young men with blood red eyes and sharp incisors made to pierce flesh - except he knew better and that if this was an ordinary human palace, they’d all be old wrinkling white-haired men. Or better yet, long dead and rotten in the form of corpses because humans never lived past their hundreds. He’d rather they all be humans; it’d save a whole lot of nagging from ones who thought they knew better simply because they lived a few centuries longer. And the longer they stayed in his courts, the more haughty and daring they became.
His own blood colored eyes scanned through the dark court, washed pale from moonlight barely visible through high, arched windows. Old macabre ornaments hung throughout the dingy lair, undamaged and free of cobwebs despite their ancient age, and more than one bat perched upside down on well-maintained, polished wood beams even though they should have long collapsed. He wondered how the previous Lords had managed to sit through long hours in such a ridiculous overly lavish room filled with ridiculous old men arguing with each other. Maybe there was a reason after all why no Lord ever lasted more than three centuries, he mused humorlessly.
“My Lord? Lord Xiah!”
Junsu blinked and returned back to reality after several calls that went unanswered. And unsurprisingly, it was one of his Creator’s advisors who resented that Junsu was created and appointed as the next Lord before his Creator left the throne, therefore heavily resented Junsu himself and hinted strongly on multiple occasions for him to step down. One of these days he must get rid of that nuisance.
“As I was saying,” the older vampire said, barely covering his irritation, “Lord Xiah, we have recently conquered another small kingdom successfully with hardly a struggle. The King surrendered and they have sent their tribute, as according to our laws.”
“Very well,” he responded, the unique huskiness of his voice rang out unmistakably cold in the familiar I-did-not-ask-to-be-bothered-with-trivial -affairs tone, sending shivers down many of his advisor’s spine. In absolute boredom he observed the perfectly painted kohl nails, face void of any expression. “Now, as protocol suggests, send the slaves to the market, store the gold in the treasury, and kill off whatever pathetic royals of theirs they sent. I’m sure you incompetent fools know at least how to do that.”
Disapproving tittering swept through his advisors, some older vampires scowling at his not-so-subtle insults while the younger ones whimpered in fright as a burst of dark energy, a strong show of power, ran through each of them threateningly.
“B-but sire,” an especially timid one piped up. Junsu didn’t recognize his face and took a guess that he was new. Not that it mattered anyways, until that one got older and decided he was better and smarter than the Vampire Lord and would subsequently become most other men in his court who nagged in incessantly by the most trifling issues. “The King sent one of the Princes as a slave. A personal gift for Your Honor, he said.”
“Oh?” His interest was piqued, now. It was not the first time, but all the previous instances when desperate Kings tried to appease him, it was either trickery or he broke his gift too soon. There was no place for useless slaves, anyways. They only took up space and caused unnecessary hassle due to human needs; often their blood didn’t even taste good, having being tainted too much with fear and despair. “Where is he?”
The young vampire who spoke up cowered under cold eyes that glittered with interest. “I-n the d-dungeons, sire,” he stammered, taking an involuntary step back.
“Well, what are you waiting for?” his voice took on a dangerous tone, tapping his nails impatiently on the cold stone armrests of his throne. “I want to see him. Now.”
“Y-yes sire!” the young courtier hurriedly backed out of the room, feet only skimming the ground as bursts of power boosted him in his haste to abide by the Lord’s orders.
As the courtier’s footsteps faded away, the court room lapsed back into a buzz of murmuring among the other vampires, filled with questions and speculations about the human prince given away as tribute from the royal family. Perhaps he was ugly or disfigured, or unintelligent and uncouth. But then again, surely the royal family would not want to risk angering the vampire lord and his powerful empire.
The scent hit sooner than the sound of footsteps returning and clinking chains. It was powerful and distinct, sweeping through the court room and setting every vampire’s sense on fire. Junsu’s mouth watered as he was hit by an intense, burning thirst and desire for the human’s blood, both strong and appealing to his senses. There was something almost effeminate about it, akin to elegant roses and orange blossoms, but not an overpowering perfume; it remained fresh and clean like oceans and the newly sprouted leaves of spring.
Junsu was not disappointed when the human was finally brought in. Like his scent the prince had clean and simple features, holding softness akin to a woman’s visage but with the hard edges of a man in his dark brow and eyes. Long strands of tangled raven hair fell in front of his eyes and cascaded past his shoulders, a stark contrast against pale skin showing underneath the ripped white gown. Despite his clearly unkempt appearance, no trace of terror or anxiety was found in his gaze as he stared unwaveringly back at the vampire lord, only coldness and contempt, and a mocking grin tugged at the corners of plump red lips.
Something more than blood lust now stirred deep inside him as he felt his fangs elongating from his gums, threatening to pop out, and he fought against the urge to pounce on the human and latch onto his pretty neck, sucking him dry. “Park Yoochun, third and youngest prince of the royal family of Jungs,” he said, a hoarseness to his otherwise emotionless tone, “Pray I ask why you chose to keep your mother’s surname?”
The answer already lied at the tip of his tongue, but he waited for the human to answer.
The human’s eyes narrowed. “Why ask when you already know the answer?” His voice was deeper than what Junsu expected, with a distinct timbre.
His courtiers stirred uneasily at the prince’s bold tone and words. It was unheard of to ever address the lord directly with “you” and not an honorific, yet this human had the nerve to keep his head up high and stare down their lord as if they were equals. But to their surprise, Lord Xiah chuckled. A light sound, yet it resounded across the throne room in the deathly silence that had taken root.
“Very well,” he said, amusement replacing the inscrutable darkness previously in his ruby eyes. “I am shocked your father dared to present such a … tainted and dirty gift to me. After all, he knows that it is in his best interest to not anger me.”
An undecipherable emotion passed through Yoochun’s eyes, and his hands clenched discreetly into fists but he made no other response. Perhaps he was already used to the demeaning words thrown at him. “What the King decides is not in my control. But I see it to be rather fitting; a lowly, dirty gift to a lowly, dirty lord.”
Somewhere among the courtiers was a nervous ‘eep’, most likely from the younger ones.
Junsu’s grip on his throne arms tightened infinitesimally as the human continued to stare at him calmly. “At least I have pure, royal blood in my veins while you carry the blood of a discarded, unwanted concubine. And much of the humans in your kingdom called you cursed, did they not? Killed your mother during childbirth and came out covered in blood. That’s why the royal family hid you away for so long and only brought you out to cast you away.”
What little color from the human’s face drained away at the vampire lord’s harsh words, chains clinking together from his shaking frame, and Junsu felt a mild twinge of satisfaction that he finally broke the calm mask the human hid behind. The tough exterior that the human kept up irritated him greatly, though he did not know why.
He stood up and stepped forward, a whirlwind of magic spiraling and fanning outwards like a pair of majestic wings behind him, expanding until they wrapped firmly around him and Yoochun like a thick cocoon. With a snap of his fingers they were lifted off the air, and in a matter of seconds both figures disappeared from the court room, a lone black feather drifting in their wake.
They landed softly onto thick velvet mattresses, Junsu’s arm hooked around the human’s thin waist, cold metal pressing firmly against both of their skin. He heard him whimper quietly in pain when his bruised knees hit the bed and would have fallen if it wasn’t for Junsu’s grip around him. For the first time there was a brief flicker of fear in Yoochun’s eyes as slender fingers gripped his chin and forced him to look into the vampire’s eyes, and Junsu could feel the slightest tremor from the other’s body.
“What do you want with me?” Yoochun broke the silence first, once again remasking his features into one of nonchalance, but the light, clinking noise of metal shaking gave away his true emotions. He felt the other’s hand stroke his hair, threading through the tangles and trailing down his back, and with each stroke left him even more nervous than before, his body paralyzed in the other’s arms. Fingers caressed the wounds crisscrossing his body, gentle and feather-light, juxtaposed against the intense burn of the leather whips just a few hours ago upon his skin.
“I want you.” Cold, ruby lips brushed against the warm pulse of the human’s neck, filled with promise of rich velvet blood that would quench the vampire lord’s thirst, intensifying with each dizzyingly mouth-watering breath he took of Yoochun’s scent. Desire and excitement flooded through his dead veins as venom welled in his mouth, fangs scraping against the human’s pulse.
He was a doll in his arms, perfect and unmoving save for the fluttering beats of his heart and the uneven breaths.
The fangs sank in easily, piercing through soft flesh and straight to hot, dark crimson liquid that flowed smoothly down his parched throat with each gulp. Distantly above the haze of thirst he heard a muffled whimper of pain, the human’s strength gradually sapping away, tightly clenched muscles relaxing against Junsu’s lithe body until he all but melted into the vampire’s arms. But Junsu was too lost in blood lust to notice or care; he could only focus on how perfect and delicious the blood tasted, a potent elixir setting his senses buzzing excitedly.
When he finally drew back the human had fainted, his face an even paler skin than previously, lips bloodless and eyelids slid shut. The only indication that he was alive was a weak pulse and faint breathing. With new, fresh blood pumping through his veins again and thoroughly satisfied, Junsu pressed his bloodied lips against the puncture; the wounds began to heal, scar tissue forming quickly and within moments new skin pulling tautly over the entire puncture.
“Mine,” he whispered. “All mine.”
(Author's Notes: This is for ichigotabetaiwho claimed that 2015 would come before I finished writing this fic but she was wrong! There's still New Year's Eve for me so ha!! ... Anyhow this was largely inspired by Xiacula and Xiahtod; I like me vampire!Su very much keke. And I lost inspiration halfway but picked it up later so it might be a bit choppy but oh well...... Hope you enjoy it ! Please leave a comment if you're kind enough to ;w;; and Happy New Year!)