I'm apologizing for any mistakes beforehead, I wrote this in one go and am pretty exhausted

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Jiyong Pov

"Are you out of your mind? Not in a million years!" "Admit it, it would be much better!" "Four inches are a way too huge gap from before, just think about your overworked hands!" "Hands don't matter, it'd be much easier!" "What comes next? Four inches and perhaps not even hard?" "Yes! Hard is uncomfortable to sit on!" "You wouldn't ever fall asleep!" "Well, that's exactly the problem here! You're thinking way too uncomfy!"

Unable to deal with the situation any longer I leaned my head out of the kitchen without letting go of the carrot I was pealing right now. "If I didn't knew you were talking about chairs you'd be easy to misunderstand, ya guys know?", I informed my best friend and roommate who was sitting together with my demonic whatever on the couch and was talking about chairs very heated until now. Bewildered the two of them stared at me then they broke into dirty smirks in unison, thinking about my words. "Well in this case I'll of course agree with you, four inches more could get too much.", Seunghyun grinned and readjusted his glasses nerdlikely while Youngbae cracked up and let himself fall backwards onto the smooth cushions.

These chairsummits were clearly way to nerve wrecking for them. Without noticing how my gaze stayed glued to him I watched Youngbae's beautiful face brightening up in joy and happiness while laughing. "Uhm, Ji? What exactly are you burning back there?", Seunghyun questioned after an unknown period of time, surprising me with it and blushing I avoided the worried glance the demon shot me after immediately stopping to laugh, before hurrying back to the stove and beginning to shove around my burning Kimchi hectically. "Damn it... I just can't cook.", I cursed quietly and gave my desperate best to rescue the ruined food.

The strong arms circling my body from behind and leading my shaking hands probably were the real lifesavers of the evening. "Throw away only the burned parts, we can still eat the others try not mixing them up.", the little shorter Youngbae murmured helpfully against my neck and moved away the blackened part towards the brim of the pan before pushing it onto a plate next to it. "Add more rice.", he then commanded and I ducked myself away from his arms following the order. Back with the rice I pushed Youngbae away gently with my hips and emptied the bowl of rice into the pan while my mate spiced the dish one last time.

"Aw, you're cute.", a sighing Seunghyun made himself noticeable behind us and I heard the well known click of my camera following before I turned my head to find him leaning in the doorframe if the kitchen smiling blissfully while opening the picture just made. But from one second to another his smile suddenly vanished and got substituted by a serious expression. "Something wrong?", I asked confused and started leaving Youngbae's side to take a look at what could have possibly bothered him as the demon suddenly wrapped an arm around my waist and pulled me back while handing me a cooking spoon. "Continue here, I got to get something.", he pleaded and then headed towards the door.

While passing by he pushed the 'erase'-button of my camera and shared a meaningful glance with Seunghyun, then the smaller one of the both passed the other one and left the room. An uneasy vibe stayed back behind him and feeling nervous without knowing why I began chewing on my lip while trying to grasp what Seunghyun could have discovered with this picture that could be this irritating. Was my hair tousled? Testing it I ran a hand through my currently blue hair but couldn't find anything strange. I frowned puzzled.

"What are you doing? Didn't you promise to stop that?", Seunghyun then mumbled just behind me and I snapped out of my thoughts. Without letting go of my abused lips I turned around questioning and he caught my chin in one of his hands immediately before using the thumb of the other one to pull my lip out of it's cage between my teeth. "Oh.", I just said and pulled away from him and back to my Kimchi while beginning to unconsciously bite my poor lip just again.

"What's wrong?", my friend now sighed caring for me and pulled me into his arms from behind, making me touch his warm chest. All of my tension dropped almost in an instant and I leaned back against his body slackened while closing my eyes relaxing as I felt him pressing a gently kiss upon my hair. "Youngbae... I don't know what he is thinking of. I don't even know whether he's comfortable here... He seems so impassive to me.", I shared my thoughts with him and he hummed in approval. "But we do not know much about him... I assume he feels new to everything and needs some time to adjust." Deep in thoughts I stared into the pan in front of me.

"But that's no excuse for molesting these pretty lips of yours, Ji. The two of you will need them later on.", Seunghyun then grinned with a playful note in his voice and I pushed him from me dramatically. "Seunghyun! He's from the 17th century, things weren't as easy then as they are now.", I squealed blushing and turned away so he couldn't just how much I liked the thought of me and Youngbae. After all he did kiss me twice. Und sucked my blood a few times. But... I quietened down again and lost myself in m thoughts again. Ever since we lived together now (a full week) he didn't drink my blood and also didn't come near me in an intimate way. Did he even still like me enough? Or has this love he was speaking of already burned down and he could feed normally again but just didn't want to insult me through leaving?

"Jiyooong, you're doing it again!", Seunghyun complained with a high and comically twisted voice because of why I looked up to him. Censorious he glared down at me and freed my lip another time from it's torture. "I really have to ask Youngbae to please get something between these lips so you stop biting them off, don't I?", he threatened and cocked one eyebrow provokingly. Blushing wildly I kicked after his legs and then took the pan from the stove. "S-Shut up and move!", I whined ashamed over my sate and stumbled past a contently grinning Seunghyun into the dining room.

Youngbae was there and currently laid down dishes for us and shot me a curious look I just adverted my eyes from. I didn't exactly know what Seunghyun did behind my back but I saw how Youngbae's eyes widened suddenly and put down the pan hastily before I could burn my fingers. Well or to throw the pot cloth at my friend. Laughing full heartedly over my embarrassment he caught them more or less with elegance and waddled them mockingly. Yes you caught something for the first time in your life, nothing I couldn't do. But more: Don't make it too obvious for Youngbae how much I would like to have him stripped bare and sweaty in my bed, you'll unsettle him in the end!

Nope it was definitely only for catching the pot cloth I wouldn't out myself for everything else. Seunghyun - who knew me unfortunately all too well, I'd have to replace him with new friends, - just smirked perverted and shaking my head in disbelief I decided to ignore him for the rest of the day as his punishment. What he would probably even count as good and couldn't even las until the next morning because I was becoming old and senile, but he deserved a cold shoulder for now. Instead my mind hung even more upon Youngbae.

Should I try speaking to him somehow and ask straight forward why he wouldn't come near me anymore or would that be too obvious? Didn't he lose strength without drinking my blood? But how did he keep his body healthy and strong until now then? Why did I feel so thirsty for him?

Goalless shot thoughts like these crisscross through my mind which was stuffed with sentences of worry for him and didn't even contain one single thing without Youngbae in it. My head must have started fuming under all the pressure I was setting it under because he indeed started getting hot und hurting slightly. Desperately I threw around my library of tangled desires and tried to remove them to the archive ruthlessly until I heard something crash suddenly and jumped surprised. My eyes lightened up and I stared directly into Seunghyun's dark eyes which were looking back at me with worry.

Youngbae rose with scatters in his hands right next to me. "You pushed down your cup.", he explained to me quietly, seemingly knowing that I didn't have a clue on how far away I was until now. With a sad smile he left for the kitchen to dispose of the scatters. "What?", I asked confused and heard a chair scratching over the floor. Then Seunghyun gently forced me around to look at him kneeling down at my feet. One of his big hands touched my forehead. "I somehow get a feeling of the deal between you both not only consists of binding him at you but also you at him.", he then said and took his hand back. With his hands massaging my knees he looked up at me sternly and then sighed exhausted.

"I didn't study demons so the two of you will have to talk about this. I'm going to stay at Daesung's until you're done.", he announced ultimately and stood up to return to his food as I grabbed his hand. "Don't!", I pleaded surprised by my own hoarse voice. "I mean... don't leave me alone with him.", I murmured nearly unheard while my thoughts went crazy. Since when can't you be alone with him, Jiyong? "Are you scared of him?" Hastily I shook my head. I didn't. Nevertheless I got a gloomy feeling of the idea to have to even just look the demon in his eyes.

"Then I don't see any problem." With this Seunghyun's warmth left me and he took his phone. Feeling abandoned by him I stared at my plate instead of him and noticed the chaos on it. Just what did I do to my food before pushing down my cup? "Yes. Yeah, thanks. Yes, see you." Seunghyun ended his call und didn't even look at me before wandering in his room to pack some things. Mute I stayed where I was and lost myself in the sight of the Kimchi-massacre in my plate as if the secrets of the world would have been hidden in it. "Please eat." My eyes snapped up at hearing the gentle voice. "I'm not hungry.", I lied without looking at him directly.

"Why? "Maybe I'm getting sick." Without sparing him another glance I snatched my plate and clung at it as if on a rescue line. My panicking fingers grabbed the porcelain even stronger as I felt his burning blick against my back. An then suddenly he stood without any warnings right behind me and I felt the heat of his breath in my nape. "You're shaking. Give it to me because you crash more things.", he ordered in a deeper but still as unreadable voice than before und took the plate from my hands before bringing it into the kitchen. At first I looked at his disappearing back dumbfounded then I blinked a few times to get my shit together and barricaded myself in my room. I didn't want to think about anything right now.

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"Jiyong? Seunghyun just left.", Youngbae informed me two hours later in which I did nothing than laying on my bed and staring blankly into space friendly and knocked softly at my door while speaking. "I have to talk to you, may I come in?" I didn't answer, way too afraid of hearing what he wanted to say. "Jiyong?" He broke off. Of course it could become boring to try talking to me if I didn't answer, right? I listened at the noise of his steps departing then I got myself up heavily to take a shower. What could it be he wanted to talk about?

Strongly determined to not drown into thoughts again I decided to relieve my stress with taking a bath instead of a shower and turned up the water at the tub. Slowly I undressed myself and threw a glance into the mirror. I looked haggard. Deep shadows underlined my eyes and my cheekbones stood out even more than usual. Even my hair looked lifeless and missed in flip. Sighing I surveyed my eyes, nose, lips where my thoughts landed at Youngbae again. He kissed me once as farewell, once to distract me from pain. Were these feelings he told me about even real or did he and Seungri plan this to get my soul as soon as I trusted him enough? No, right?

"Youngbae.", I said his name sensually, hoping that it would break the magic and get me to laugh again. Then I waited. Two deep breaths. Three.

Nothing happened.

What did I hope for? A thunderstorm? A rainbow over the tub? What was wrong with me? I really had to start losing my sanity. Disparagingly I turned away from the mirror - and then the light got out suddenly. "What-", I began then a mouth covered mine.

Even if the logic didn't bespoke who this was, at least this kiss would have. It didn't taste of anything and was just wet and strong. A hungry, flexible tongue glided around mine like a snake. His mouth was colder than any other I ever tasted from and I shuddered involuntarily. But as an reaction I was also getting flooded by another form of heat and as his hands began to explore my uncovered body I couldn't hold back any longer and leaned into his touch. The speed of my breathing increased as his mouth left mine eventually and moved down my neck.

I knew exactly that I should have stopped him. I knew that the demons killed like this. But as I lost the ground under my feet and got pushed against the cold tiles of the wall and his fingers moved between my legs, I stopped thinking completely and I surrendered. This mouth, his mouth was everywhere at the same time, he had to have a dozen of them. Each time I moaned or screamed quietly he kissed me and drank the noise into him just as he did with my blood. And every time I could collect myself a bit I felt his face against my hair while his breath tickled my ear swiftly and light like a feather. I even tried to lift my arms to embrace him but somehow I couldn't move and was absolutely in his control.

Then his fingers slipped inside me suddenly and I screamed, screamed with all my might - but he had already covered my mouth again and no sound could be heard, there was no light, no movement, everything was sucked up by the darkness he brought with him. What there was, was desire and it seemed to last eternities and not wanting to ever end. If he would have killed me at this moment, I would have died a happy dead.

And then it was gone.

I opened my eyes.

I sat rolled in myself at the cold floor of the bathroom and shook remarkably. My legs were weak and unsteady. The light of the room shone warm and assuring down on me. Steaming water filled the tub next to me up until the rim, all the taps were closed. I was alone.

Carefully I rose and let my sore body sink into the tub. I felt dizzy and still more awake than before. Did he take my blood? I didn't know. My mind was a huddled together ball avoiding itself from me and after I finished taking my bath, I dropped into my bed without anything further, too exhausted to do more.

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Two full days passed after that in which I desperately refused to come near Youngbae. He stayed put and didn't try again to talk to me while I never said his name in the darkness again. But it was obvious to the both of us that something was slowly weakening me. I looked worse day by day and after the two days I couldn't even move out of my bad, way to powerless to leave it a last time. And this time Youngbae didn't bother to ask, he just stormed in my room deliberately. For a few moments we just silently stared at each other, my eyes taking his raven hair, his thorn-shaped earrings, his cool, black shirt, his gray jeans in. And he stared back. His pitch-black eyes piercing mine. Was he angry with me?

"I wanted to leave.", he then deadpanned and I forced a weak smile on my face. "Go ahead, I'll save you from Seungri again and again.", I encouraged him and he clenched his fists until his knuckles turned white under his beautiful golden skin. "You're not going to save anyone, you only keep rotting here.", he formed words out of the obvious and I sighed a tired sigh. "It's your fault. Something's missing.", I grumbled exhausted and no, that wasn't planned at all it just slipped out of my mouth. He seemed to be thinking. And then we remembered something at the exact same time and our surprised eyes met in the middle of the room. That day in the bathroom... I was able to be free from every thought of him after what happened. Maybe, maybe it was just this banal, human like desire for him that had to be satisfied?

In one elegant movement I fell out of the bed and managed to get onto m feet before he could reach for me. "Let's try it. If i doesn't help you may leave and go die.", I offered and put my own life on the line with my words. Without him I seemed to dying too after all. "Jiyong you've got no idea how demons love, we can't.", Youngbae said shocked after some time of tense silence in the room and shook his head resolute. "We can't, you're going to die." I gave him a scoff and pulled my shirt over my head. His burning eyes fell onto the exposed skin immediately.

"I'm dying if we don't too, what's the matter?", I asked stubbornly and hooked my fingers beneath the waistline of my pants and underwear before I pulled them down in one go and threw them away without caring anymore. Naked I stood there and offered myself to him.

Youngbae seemed to be unable to speak anymore, instead he chose to approach me. Darkness came with him and somehow he was taller than me even though I knew very well that he was a good few inches smaller. We waited, searched for consent in each others eyes, weighted the pros and cons of continuing. I could easily watch him wrestle with himself. And then, felt hours later he nodded slightly. Inviting I spread my arms and the lights stopped working on an instant.

Hands seized me.

I didn't say his hands because thee were to man which grabbed my arms, encircled my waist and ran through my hair. One was even closing around my ankle. The room was nearly fully dark, he absorbed even the moonlight from outside. I couldn't see anything aside from the window and the sky behind it from which the light of the sun had faded nearly fully until now. Stars tuned in front of my eyes as I got lifted and laid down again until I felt my familiar bed under my back.

And then we seated our thirst after each other. Wherever I wanted to get touched, he touched me, I had no clue how he knew of it. Every time I touched him there was a delay. I gripped nothing at first before it formed a lean, muscular arm. My legs wrapped around void just to find soon after hips right there which where tensed in excited energy. With this way I formed him to my likings but at the end his was just Youngbae. My Youngbae made of darkness.

As heavy, thick warmth entered me I didn't know whether this was a cock as I knew it or perhaps some completely different kind of phallus which were only owned my demons. Because I never had no pain at all and still felt as filled up as now. The real size didn't matter. I screamed as he touched my most sensitive places without having to search for them.

"Jiyong..." Through the fog my own body heat had created I noticed some few things. The clouds racing over the stars. The black lines of darkness which formed a web under the ceiling of my room, then widened and ended in a endless, yawning void. The movements of Youngbae against me which got more demanding with each second. Now there was pain this much I wanted him. "Jiyong. Open up to me."

I had no clue what he was speaking of - I couldn't form a proper thought. But he gripped my hair, sneaked a hand under my waist and pulled me even further to me, so much I was getting dizzy again. "Jiyong!" Within him there was a rampant want, way too much as I could ever satisfy he held back too much. But with my crazy mind I tried it. I couldn't, after all I was only human. But for this moment I wanted to be more, give more, because I loved him.

I loved him

Youngbae arched away from me. In the weak light of the stars I snatched a glance of a smooth, flawless body with tensed muscles which was glistening with sweat down to the place where our bodies were one. He had thrown back his head, his eyes were shut tightly ans his face wore the delicious just-before-the-crash-expression which I knew far to well myself. The black lines fitted together like a puzzle, eclipse shut down around us.

And then we fell.

...no, no, we flew - not downwards but straight forward into the darkness. There were other lines in the endless void, small, random stripes in white, gold, red, blue. I fascinated reached forward but pulled back almost immediately as something stabbed my finger cubs. I looked at them. They were wet with a shining material in which were tiny, gyrating caged into. Then Youngbae screamed, his body quaked and we moved upwards...

...past endless stars and countless worlds, through layers of light and glowing clouds. Higher and even higher, our speed impossible and our size beyond every imagination. We left the light behind and moved on, through even stranger things than jus worlds. Geometrical figures which were spinning and chattering. A white landscape full of frozen explosions. Shaking lines of purpose which were turning to hunt us. Huge, whale-like creatures with horrible eyes and the faces of long lost friends.

I closed my eyes, I had to. The pictures were staying through because in this place there were no eyelids to close. I was gigantic and was still growing. I had one million legs, two million arms. I didn't know what exactly I were turned into in this place where Youngbae took me, but there were things which haven't to be understood my mortals and I was occupying all of them.

Something familiar: the darkness which was Youngbae's quintessence. She closed around me and nudged me until I couldn't resist her anymore and had to surrender. I felt how things - Sanity? Self? - spread within me and tensed so strongly that the tiniest touch would shatter them. So this was the end. I wasn't scared not even as I recognized a noise: a gigantic, terrible roaring. I couldn't describe it. The only thing I could say was that something of it matched Youngbae's voice as he screamed again. Then I knew that his ecstasy took us out of the universe and we were nearing the maelstrom, the birthplace of the gods themselves. He would rip me.

Then as the roaring swelled so terribly that I knew I couldn't take it anymore, we stopped. We hovered in the air, tensed.

Then we fell again, through chattering abnormalities, layers of darkness, whirlpools of light and past dancing spheres. There was roaring again as we shot downwards through the air and pulled red-white fire after us. Something little, dark rose - tiny at first, then huge - my house, it was my fucking house - and it swallowed us with neck and crop.

I believed I screamed again as I crashed naked and with fuming skin into my bed. The shock wave of the impact moved through the room and i sounded like the maelstrom in person arrived on the earth. After that I knew nothing anymore.

\(o-o)/

I awoke slowly. At first there was warmth and comfort. Sunlight shone sideways upon my face and seemed red through my eyelids. A hand rubbed in small circles over my back.

Lazy I opened my eyes and didn't understand what I was looking at at first. A white, undulating surface. I had feeling memories of somethin similar - frozen explosions- and then the memories swam away, deeper into my conscience and out of my reach. One moment long the comprehension sank in: I was mortal and no ready for some certain knowledge. Then even that faded and I was myself again. I wore a plush bathrobe. I was sitting in someone's lap. I stumbled and lifted my head.

Youngbae looked at me with sincere, way too human eyes.

I half fell, half jumped from his lap without thinking and rolled onto my feet. I felt alive. As alive as never before. He had stood up together with me and a moment full of tension passed in which I stared at him and he just stood there.

The moment got interrupted as he turned to the little nightstand which wasn't there the day before and where a pot with tea together with a matching cup. He poured the liquid into the cup and I jumped at the silent noise it made, without knowing why. Then he pointed the cup n my direction. Offered it to me.

Naked I stood there and offered myself to him...

Gone like fishes in a pond.

"How are you feeling?", he asked. I jumped again and wasn't sure whether I understood his words. How did I feel? Warm. Save. Clean. I lifted one hand and sniffled on my wrist - I smelled of soap.

"I bathed you. I hole you can forgive me my freeness." His voice was gentle and deep as if he was talking to a jumpy mare. He looked different than on the day before. Healthier. "You slept that deep that you didn't woke up. I've found the bathrobe in the wardrobe." I haven't even known that I owned such a bathrobe. With some delay I was getting now that he was still holding the cup in my direction. I took it more out of courtesy than real interest. As I took a sip I was surprised that it was lukewarm and made with plenty of cooling mint and other soothing herbs. Youngbae held up the pot, offered more without words and I let him pour in again.

"You were cold as ice and dirty as I woke up. You were covered with something - I think soot - all over. The bath seemed to warm you up and helped too." He nodded with his head to the chair where we had sat. One of Seunghyun's holy chairs he needed to stay alive in my room. "There wasn't any other possibility, so..." "The bed?", I asked and jumped again. My voice was hoarse and my throat felt raw and hurt. The mint helped.

Youngbae stilled for a short moment and his lips curled with a breath of an unusual cruelty. "The bed wouldn't be a good idea." Confused I looked around him and held my breath. My bed was a wreck, it's fragmented frame hanging down from broken legs. The mattress looked as if it would've been ripped with a sword and then burned. Loose feathers and scorched pieces of fabric carpeted the room.

It wasn't only the bed. One of my windows was spiderwebbed - it was due to pure luck it wasn't broken. My mirror on the other hand was splattered. My wardrobe threw itself onto his stomach. His innards were laying around everywhere, but not hurt. Thank god. My nightstand was destroyed into match with it all the unimportant stuff I was storing there.

Carefully Youngbae took the cup out of my fingers before I might drop it. "I'm happy that you're still alive.", he murmured muffled and silently I searched for his eyes. He felt guilty for the chaos we've created. Sighing I took another look around. " We'll clean that up somehow. Important is, that we're both okay." It was only half an statement, for the other half I asked after his own feelings. He just nodded. I smiled crookedly, hurting my throat with it, then I picked up a bloody feather from the ground. So he bit me. That was good.

"I should call Seunghyun.", I then noticed and nodding encouragingly Youngbae gave me my phone that somehow had survived this disaster. Hesitant I dialed the number of m best friend. "Yooo.", he picked up with a good vibe and I had to smile involuntarily. "Hi. We... talked about everything, you can fire Daesung now as your babysitter.", I informed him and threw another glance at the chaos that was my room once and Youngbae who was collecting my clothes from the floor. "You fucked?", my friend wanted to know and I could see his smirk with the dimples clearly in front of me. Youngbae's curious eyes showed me that he had heard the question.

"Yes.", I murmured und turned away from Youngbae blushing, so I didn't have to see his grin. "You liiiiiike?", Seunghyun squealed exaggeratedly and I gave a short laugh and just shook my head over him. "Just get home.", I grinned and then ended the call to help Youngbae. "I think this was really what my body wanted in exchange for my blood.", I stated a while later and scratched the back of my head sheepishly. Smiling Youngbae buried a hand in my hair to remove mine and give me a short peck on the lips.

"If you aren't shortly before falling into a coma, we also don't have to do this fully. It can make you... mad.", he assured me and on one side I was, but on the other I wanted to get to know these unknown parts of his. Nevertheless I had enough of the falling-out-of-the-universe for the next time and just wanted to clean up my room. We were lucky to have a spare mattress. Seunghyun would have a heart attack nonetheless.

But first he told us to that he was dating Daesung now. And to soothe our anger of him having slept with the poor angel and robbing his innocence, he forgave us the thing with my room, so at the end everyone was happy.

Youngbae never wanted to leave us again.