𝐘𝐞𝐨𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐠 + 𝐉𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐨 (+ 𝐒𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐰𝐚 + 𝐇𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐣𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐠 + 𝐘𝐮𝐧𝐡𝐨 + 𝐒𝐚𝐧 + 𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐢)

Vampires, blood, rough sex, torment, blood-drinking, explicit and mature content, smut, violence, death, sub/dom dynamics

Note: this one-shot is also considered a spoiler to my story "The serial kisser", which can be found under my stories in my profile!

Also, before ya'll come at me; I am aware that Wooyoung is not mentioned in this one-shot! This is entirely on purpose as this one-shot matches with the timeline in "The serial kisser" and Wooyoung, therefore, hasn't shown up at this time in the story, yet♡♡

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1993 | Sixth sense

Baring his fangs at the other, a hiss wrung from his throat a second before he was thrown over the edge of the bed, hands yielding under the weight of his head hitting the floor. A strong grip hugged his trembling thighs as he was forced to surrender.

Yeosang assembled a mass of saliva in his sneering mouth and attempted to spit it at the other, although without any success. The liquid was running across his bare stomach and trailing down the dip of his chest. Even his own spit was mocking him for how puny he was falling under the other, literally.

"Are you done?"

Jongho's red eyes locked with his, brows scrutinized in that passive-irritated way, ever so patient like he always was with him. Normally, would Yeosang find this quality quite attractive to say at least - especially when the others would keep on nagging him until they got him all worked up on the inside. But right now, Yeosang despised it more than anything.

"No, I'm not," Yeosang growled before regathering the power in his weak arms and working the potential energy to push himself up again. But instead, he lost his balance when Jongho pulled him forward and he slammed the hind of his head into the wood panel, caging the edge of the bed.

Yeosang cried out in pain, tears prickling in his eyes already as he lay still in the waves of agony washing over him. His fingers fisted the dark sheets under him, trying to dull his senses.

"Yeosang, you're being a brat now. I won't touch you if you continue to counteract me in this way," Jongho meant every single one of his words and Yeosang knew it. And he knew how his blood-entangled self was about to make poor decisions now that he would regret later on.

He couldn't care less, after all, had they all eternity to sort their disputes. Yeosang was living now and thinking later.

The vampire snapped his head at Jongho, bloodred eyes glowing with so much pent-up rage, "And what if I am - what will you then do? I don't care," he spat.

He could see the way that Jongho flexed his jaws, clearly beyond annoyed with his answer despite how much self-control he still mastered. Yeosang still sensed how that exact control was slowly seeping out between his hands like a red liquid he couldn't hold on to.

And those hands moved faster than lightning, suddenly grabbing Yeosang's neck as they moved up toward his head while they squeezed. His feral eyes collided with Yeosang's all along, as he strangled him. Yeosang cackled, his arms flailing up to tear at Jongho's shirt until three of the top buttons burst with such power that they smacked against Yeosang's bare body.

"Are you not fearing what I will do to you? I wonder who must have driven you this crazed." Jongho rebuked, thumbs reaching his throat and pressing down with bruising might. The weight of his knees pressed to the lower of Yeosang's thighs, parting them until the stretch burned.

The vampire instinctively coughed at the squeeze of his airways, his palms closing around the other's pecs and digging his nails into the skin, "You."

"Pardon, again?" Jongho growled, violently shaking Yeosang's head a few times. He twisted his fingernails around in the younger's chest, hoping to break the skin and draw blood.

"You are the cause of this," Yeosang spat with a croaked voice, eyes rolling to the back of his eyesockets when it finally felt as if Jongho had popped some of his tendons in his legs. His scream was soundless.

Yeosang gasped for air like never before, a wave of tremors suddenly surging through his entire body, making him helplessly kick with his feet.

Jongho swung him around, his chin hammering down into the wooden contour and causing one of his fangs to drill right through his own tongue. Yeosang cried out in pain, his eyes wettening as tears silently trickled down his face and into the mattress. His mouth filled with his own blood and he desperately swallowed it all, working his fang out of his throbbing tongue again. Jongho hissed sharply into his ear, nearly drowning out the sound of a pulled zipper and the crinkling of fabrics. A finger slid down Yeosang's bare back, slowly and so maddening going down to his loose sweatpants. He hooked it underneath the waistband of it, pulling it down as he kneaded his knuckle against his cleft all the way down. Enough to force arousal growing in Yeosang, despite how much his body already was aching.

When Jongho got to the mid of his thigh, Yeosang started kicking with his legs again, head snapping around as his glowing eyes pierced through Jongho, fangs pointing threatening at him while he growled with a deep, strong rumble. Strings of blood dripped from his lips.

A streak of amazement shone in the younger's eyes before his rough hands jerked the sweats off, revealing to his delight that Yeosang did in fact not wear anything underneath. A firm hand pushed against Yeosang's spine, forcing his body grounded down into the mattress. Suddenly he could feel his chest flush against his back, muscles releasing and tensing with the way he leaned forward and planted his lips to his throat - and that made him stop dead.

Jongho's hand brushed down his side, counting the faintness of his ribs until he grabbed his waist, roughly, making Yeosang moan rather surprised. His entire body jerked into the other's, silently begging for more.

"I am the cause of this you say?" he muttered into his skin, the tip of his tongue licking a stripe up to his ear. And Yeosang fucking shuddered, endlessly filling him with anticipation that made him pant.

The vampire sneered when Jongho grounded his cock down at his ass again, this time it just felt rawer, like the desire to feel each other had grown in the few seconds they hadn't been moving together. The want, the crave, the hunger.. the madness.

Jongho would kill him.

His fangs sunk into Yeosang's throat, diving deeper into his blood vessels as he splayed a hand under his stomach and slightly lifted him to his knees before showing him no mercy and taking him raw.

The scream that left his throat was more horrible than filthy; his abused corse yawping in pain as he felt Jongho pulling against his walls deep inside. So tight. He didn't give him any chance to catch up before he thrust into him again, mouth sucking the blood from his throat.

Through all pleasure shaking up his bones, Yeosang attempted to turn around in the other's hold, pulling himself out of his grasp. But Jongho had his hands all over him, licking off all his strength that was the only thing Yeosang wanted to keep.

Jongho was too strong for him to fight off. And the pride rattled him to the core as the other got high on it. The vampire shifted his legs needily and let the younger play him as he wanted. He arched his back when Jongho hit a spot so deep before leaning forward as he whispered: "Am I making you go feral?"

"Fuck you," he breathlessly moaned, goosebumps spreading across his damp, cool skin.

Yeosang muffled his screams into the sheets when Jongho righted him by roughly jerking his arm onto his back.

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Yeosang's skin was marred with bruises when he sat on a chair in the dining room while Seonghwa tended to him, fussing at how purple bruises painted his dear face. A few of the others watched with interest as Seonghwa brought a glass of blood to Yeosang's lips and told him to drink it. Eagerly, the younger vampire accepted the drink, hands clamping around the item as he drank it all as if he had been starved for months.

Which was not the case. Seonghwa would never have allowed that.

The glass thumped against the table and Yeosang licked his lips more satisfied than before, letting his eyes across the rest of the others. Counting the number of glasses filled with red liquid. Yunho who sat on the opposite side of the table quietly sipped on his drink, round eyes observing him through his long bangs.

Behind him Seonghwa sighed, hands sliding down his neck and feeling around his shoulder another time. His sense of hearing peaked when someone entered the room.

"You didn't have to go that rough on him," Hongjoong drily voiced, his hand flailing with his glass while he spoke. Yeosang followed the direction of where he pointed, red orbs falling onto Jongho silently pouring himself a glass of blood.

"And that comes from you..?" he retorted, raising a brow challenging at the older.

Hongjoong sent him a scowl, telling him that he wasn't having any of that attitude so early in the morning.

"The rest of us couldn't sleep because of you two," he grumbled, "Guess who had to suck dicks all night because you were being so damn loud?!"

Hongjoong's rhetorical statement earned a snicker from Yunho and Mingi before Hongjoong turned in his seat and leaned over to flick both of their foreheads with a finger. Yunho's hand grabbed his wrist before Hongjoong could move it away, sheepishly looking at him as if he had forgotten to tell him how thankful he was, and now just remembered. Their fingers laced together, delicately. Hongjoong had always had a soft spot for Yunho. And Yeosang knew how the giant liked to take advantage of it. Yeosang scoffed.

"And, that's a new one, was it that good, huh?"

Running his eyes to the end of the table, his gaze suddenly crossed with the youngest's. His expression hardened and his teeth pricked in his mouth. He pursed his lips.

"He," Jongho started, pointing at Yeosang, "was being a brat."

Surprise pervaded the room, and Yeosang's throat suddenly tightened with a deep rumble as raw instincts told him to defend himself. Only the increasing squeeze of Seonghwa's hand around his shoulder was able to keep him seated in his chair.

San sounded rather surprised, and Yeosang could understand why, "Yeosang? A brat? But he's literally the sweetest in bed..?"

His fingernails drilled into the table, "Listen here, he dislocated my fucking shoulder, what do you expect, of course, I will scream. I am not senseless, my nerve system works very fine, thank you." Yeosang trembled with so much anger that Seonghwa had to hold a hand around his jaws. He tightened his grip, leaning the back of Yeosang's head into resting against his stomach.

"Yes, I did for else would you have snapped my neck! You threatened me!"

Yeosang hissed and attempted to stand from his seat.

Waving his hands over the table, Hongjoong shook his head, "Hey stop, the both of you. This argument is meaningless. You're both at fault so make up now or do it later, I don't care. But arguing like this is useless."

"Hongjoong's right, this sounds stupid," Yunho chimed in.

And so, the discussion had ended with a sour smell lingering in the air.

Seonghwa followed him to his room, his free hand that wasn't occupied with holding on to Yeosang locked the door behind them. Then the younger proceeded to his bed, quietly sitting down as he drew his legs up and folded them to his body.

His lover sat down beside him, "Yeosang, what's the matter?"

"Nothing," Yeosang promptly said, eyes averting Seonghwa's concerned eyes surrounding his being. He played a little with his fingers before the silence suddenly felt like too much for him.

"It's.. silly anyways," the younger then proceeded to tell Seonghwa, still not looking up from where he was currently squeezing his middle finger between his thumb and pointer finger, nervously.

Gently, Seonghwa reassured his fizzling nerves by bringing an arm around him and hugging him, ever so tenderly. Yeosang loved this sweet, calming feeling more than anything else - being in his Seonghwa's arms might be one of his favourite places to be.

"Promise that you will tell me once you are ready for that?" Yeosang's cheek rubbed against Seonghwa's shirt as he felt the other's chin moving against the top of his head as he asked him those words of promises. Yeosang stared at the dark mirror in the corner of the bedroom.

He didn't answer his question.

"I'll go find Mingi" he said instead, leaving his room faster than Seonghwa could stop him.

His steps were few when he already stumbled across the taller male in the hallway, on his way out of their mansion. Yeosang discerned the other's startled expression before he linked his arms around his neck and pulled him into a heated kiss. A surprised sound left Mingi before Yeosang worked his tongue into his mouth and eventually shut him up. Something thumped against the floor before hands firmly tugged Yeosang further into Mingi's body, one of his legs curling around Mingi's as he pressed himself further into the kiss.

"Let's go, yeah?" he said enthusiastically when he suddenly pulled away again.

Mingi stared at him, befuddled, hands still holding the hind of Yeosang's neck, "What do you mean?"

"Aren't you going to the gym?" he asked, gesturing towards the bag now left on the floor.

"O-oh yeah, I am," Mingi nodded.

"Then let me join you."

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Months of constant tension between the two youngest were driving Seonghwa tired. Quarrels happened all the time when someone felt unjustified of something or if something but normally would they find a solution just as quickly again. And Seonghwa insisted they had to speak their minds if something was bothering them. All in order to keep a healthy relationship. After all, they were 7 predators living under the same roof - it was only natural that their beings would clash at times.

But their arguments rarely lasted this long. Actually, Seonghwa couldn't really remember when an argument like this had occurred. And he didn't even know what the core of the problem was about. Both Yeosang and Jongho had avoided him for so long and it wounded him just the slightest. It had barely been 50 years since Jongho was turned, and he already was left on his own.

Seonghwa sighed deeply, his head nuzzling deeper into Yunho's arms, his lips pouting. The other caught his worry right away.

"What's wrong, dear?" he asked, hand cupping Seonghwa's cheek.

"I'm such a bad partner," Seonghwa muttered, closing his eyes so as to not see the reaction spreading across Yunho's face.

His body ached, especially his back and ass felt numb. The arm sloped across his side tightened and Hongjoong started kissing his neck, "No you aren't, you're perfect."

"You're only saying that because you like having your hands on me, Joong-ah," Seonghwa replied without bothering to move any bit from his spot.

Hongjoong grinned, running a flat hand down Seonghwa's bare stomach underneath the soft blankets, "Yeah? And what if I do? I love fucking you and you can't possibly blame me for that."

Seonghwa scrunched his nose, sloppily slapping Hongjoong's hands off again which only resulted in his hands moving somewhere else. Somewhere else being Seonghwa's butt, his fingers kneading his soft skin there. The vampire groaned, feeling unfairly mistreated, "Seriously, Hongjoong?"

"No, but really, why do you think you're being a bad boyfriend? Has this something to do with Yeosang and Jongho?" Yunho asked, tapping Seonghwa's chin to have him gaze up.

He lifted his uneasy eyes for Yunho to look at, "Well.. maybe it has."

"Oh dear, do not stress too much about it - they'll be good again. I believe they are still challenging each other's boundaries in order to settle in. It's still such a young time since they both were turned," his giant of a boyfriend reassured him, running his fingers through his neck hair. His words soothed Seonghwa's worry for a bit. And if he had to be completely and utterly honest, Hongjoong's hands on his ass did too.

"You're probably right," he sighed, resting his head down onto Yunho's chest again, closing his eyes.

"I'm sure they're capable of figuring it out on their own, you don't have to worry, star," Hongjoong chimed in, kissing along his nape oh-so-gently, much of a contrast to how hands worked against his body under the sheets. "Love, a bit higher, won't you?"

At the scoff, Seonghwa could imagine how Hongjoong was rolling his eyes out loud, teasingly moving his hands lower on purpose. He reached Seonghwa's thighs before the older landed a kick with his foot in the other's direction.

"Fine, fine," he gave in before finally giving Seonghwa the lower back massage that he wanted.

For a long moment, they all calmly rested, sharing their care for each other in the low tunes of post-sex singing in the air.

Yet the creak of the door had the ancient vampire snap an eye open, peeking in the direction of the sudden movement of padding feet entering his bedroom. The immediate second the door was closed again, a body was crawling on top of the three, nose seemingly scenting the air as it finally decided to settle down in between Yunho and Seonghwa, joining their sweet time of cuddling.

"Mhmm, you smell good," the younger hummed, nuzzling his nose right into Seonghwa's neck as his arms went to hold around him and the sheets. A sneaky hand reached out for San's side before tickling him, causing San to jump as he squirmed, looking up and sending a knife-sharp glare in the direction of Hongjoong. One that would have killed if they hadn't been so fond of each other.

Seonghwa did not regard the trouble much, pulling San down to him again, and kissing his cheek. Instantly, the touch soothed him and Seonghwa lightly chuckled at the purr coming from him.

"Sanie," he said.

"Mhmm.."

Seonghwa shifted a little around between the limbs holding him until he also could cradle San in his own arms, dearly, "Have you seen Jongho?"

"Hmm... yeah, he left about an hour ago," San answered. He frowned.

Generally, Seonghwa trusted his dear fledglings and what they did on their own, but something about this specifically just felt off. His senses tingled and he wasn't so sure if it just was Hongjoong's hands on him anymore, "Did he.. Did he tell you where he was going?"

Perhaps he was just a bit on edge.

His Sanie hummed, tucking his head into Seonghwa as he mumbled: "Yeah, somethin' about streaking one or two.. I don't know what he meant with that, though."

So his instincts had been right.

Seonghwa cursed and soon all eyes were fixed on him instinctually. To everyone's surprise, he suddenly pushed them all away from where he lay in the middle of the heap, pulling out a cavalcade of groans and unjustified whines. Yunho was nervously looking at him as he spoke, "I knew it."

"Where are you going?" he asked when Seonghwa tore the sheets off his body and winded himself out of the mass and onto the floor. He made a serious face at them all three when he pulled a pair of black underwear on and went for the black pants thrown at the floor.

"Jongho has gone on a killing spree." Simple, firm, and extremely dangerous.

He heard the deep, scratching sigh while he pulled the zipper and glanced up to see how the three barely even had moved.

"Say you're kidding me," Hongjoong made a rapid turn in the bed, "How would you know? Star, please come back here," he whined rubbing his face into the bedsheets like a child unable to control his provoked emotions. If not Seonghwa had been so worried about his youngest fledgling, then would he have giggled at the sight.

"My instincts are tingling and if what San says is true, then is it obvious that he's been talking about killing a few."

Hongjoong sighed before letting go of the bedsheet again and dragging an arm around a squealing San and pulling him in close instead, closing his eyes while obviously being very satisfied with the temporary compensation.

Seonghwa put his hands on his hips, irked by the laziness displayed in front of him, "Kim Hongjoong, get up."

"Fuck, he's using the full name," Hongjoong muttered, then turned around and raised himself to sit halfway-up on his arms, staring at Seonghwa - the stare turning into an ogle down Seonghwa's still unclad upper body, then landing at his intense eyes there were filled with irritation, "You're quite hot like this, ye know that?"

Licking his teeth, he then looked at Yunho instead, "Yunho," he said sternly, hoping for a different response.

It was not.

Yunho whined at the call of his name, equally as stubborn as Hongjoong about staying in bed despite one of their loved ones could possibly and very likely be in danger already. Were they growing old?

This was Seonghwa's last straw.

"Why are you both like this? Come on, it's not even a question, it's an order! Get up the both of you, all that you know Jongho could be in danger! You too, San! You're not off the hook either."

Finally getting up, it didn't take them long to find some clothing before rushing out the front door and proceeding the pace down the busy roads of Seoul. As they passed different streets, they scented the air for any hints of Jongho's existence. If Jongho had killed people in a sunny weather like this, there would be no chance that no one hadn't seen him already.

The streets were bustling with humans, everywhere.

Seonghwa watched how Yunho stressed a hand through his hair, "Should we split up?" he asked, mostly looking at Seonghwa for an answer. But his answer came a bit different than what he had expected.

They all stopped at the sharp cry in the distance, spreading through the air very quickly and Seonghwa could tell that people were running very fast.

"No, I don't think that will be necessary," Seonghwa affirmed.

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Yeosang and Mingi rushed down the street at the yelling further down the road, bags were swung over their backs as they just had left the small gym after their daily training. It didn't take them a long time before they were able to see what was going on.

A dark-haired boy throwing a man around like was he only a toy, and Yeosang felt his fangs grow, provoked by the scene and heavy smell of blood. People were frantically running screaming away from the monster killing whoever he could get his hands on.

Before Yeosang could run in and interfere, Mingi grabbed a hold of his shirt, clasping a hand around Yeosang's sensitive nose and mouth, covering the younger vampire's sense of smell.

"Is that.. Jongho?" he asked, slightly confused as to why the figure seemed so familiar for him to recognise. The strength of the boy may have given him away. Mingi didn't say anything but Yeosang could not find himself tearing his eyes off the scene to look at the other.

Seconds later a group of four surrounded the vampire, jumping at him before he could get away from the scene. Yeosang gasped, "Mingi, it's the others!"

Shifting their bags, they passed down the pavement to the group of four pushing the boy to the ground, forcing his face down into the ground as two of them held an arm each.

Hongjoong growled and Yeosang easily noticed how his fangs peaked in his mouth, "Guess you ain't over that age yet."

"It has nothing to do with that!" Jongho spat, then groaned at the way Yunho forced his knee deeper into his back.

"Then what? You thought it would be fun to kill a dozen of people on a busy street in complete daylight? You should feel lucky that the cops didn't get to you before we did."

Seonghwa fisted the younger vampire's hair, pulling his head to have him look him in the eyes, full of disappointment. "What is this I am seeing?"

His mouth and cheeks were covered in fresh, warm blood and Jongho's red eyes were staring right up at Seonghwa's fierce gaze. The younger hissed, and Yeosang felt a tinge in his chest - instincts urging to be let out.

Humans around them were staring at them, but Yeosang had a hard time concentrating on anything else than Jongho. Spit accumulated in his mouth as he inhaled the smell of blood again, and again, and again. He wanted to tear skin apart, sink his fangs deep into his flesh, and licking the sweetness from his lips.

Yeosang was going mad.

Suddenly he leaped forward, his shoes scraping across the pavement as he threw himself at the other vampire. A reflex of a hand waved in front of him before he collided with a standing body instead.

He growled loudly, fangs poking out of his mouth as he was pulled further away from the group. Eyes soaked in red as onlookers petrified caught the gaze of a murderer, unable to move from the spot as they saw what strange occurrences happened in front of them which they never had believed themselves to see in this real world. Cursed beings. Monsters of the night.

Or well, apparently also of the day.

"Come on, let's get away from here."

Mingi had tucked a piece of clothing into Yeosang's biting mouth as the group returned to their properties with hands full of two raging vampire fledglings. It didn't take them longer than a few seconds to figure out that one wasn't enough strength to hold Yeosang under control and they decided to split; Seonghwa, Hongjoong, and San dealing with the youngest, and Yunho and Mingi blocking all of Yeosang's senses - literally, as they fiercely held him in a headlock, cramming his face into Yunho's chest as they walked. His body pulsed with towering rage that he had no control over. At all. And that he wasn't aware of where came from.

When a key rattled close to his ear Yeosang had about 2 seconds before he was slammed into the door, swinging it open as Yunho's fingers dug into his clattering teeth. "Calm the fuck down, Yeosang," he growled, shaking his shoulders violently.

Yeosang stomped his shoes stubbornly into the door, making the hinges screech painfully loud. His red eyes bore deep into Yunho's before flicking over at where the rest of the coven was handling Jongho - which was mainly Seonghwa making the youngest submit to him by pressing his fangs to Jongho's throat.

Yeosang gulped at the sight, suddenly feeling dizzy at the way his sire had Jongho bend over furniture, trashing around while Jongho's back slid along the edge until he hit another surface and continued moving backward into the mansion and Yeosang couldn't see them anymore and only could hear the crisp sound of snarls and fabrics rubbing together.

"Yunho, please be a sweetheart and close the door. We don't want people staring from the streets."

Suddenly seeing a pair of equally as blood-red eyes staring back at him, Yeosang in a glimpse of a moment felt the added pressure to his neck, forcing him away from the door as it closed without a sound.

"What's this kind of behaviour?" Hongjoong tipped a brow, "Are you a bit mad at Jongho, perhaps?"

Yeosang hissed, coherent words muffled into the fabric in his mouth. "You cannot kill him," Hongjoong finished. Then he made a gesture to follow the path Seonghwa had made just before. Yeosang threw his head back in protest but it helped nothing.

He was placed in a chair in the dining room, much similar to any other day if not to take into account that Jongho's arms were bound with iron and shackles. Blood was dripping down his face, running down over his throat and soaking his clothes even more than what it already was. San's hand had a firm grip on his hair, occasionally running his thumb down to his temple, giving the spot a hard press as a warning.

Seonghwa's hands slowly placed down onto the surface of the table, leaning forward as he bitterly leaned resembling nothing else but pure wrath. Beyond ticked off. Yeosang could understand - Jongho had bloody killed a handful of humans without he had been allowed to.

"There is a reason why we have rules in this household, why is that so?" he asked, teeth showing in a grimace of a tight smile as he stared at Jongho with disappointment in his eyes. Yeosang shuddered in his seat.

"I'm sorry I didn't follow the rules," Jongho answered, tight-lipped, not even daring to look away from Seonghwa at any point. Yeosang could understand as Seonghwa was probably the mightiest being he had ever met.

"You better be," the ancient vampire leaned back again, glaring, "Guess who has to deal with paperwork again? Jongho, we don't live in a world where we rule - we live in a place where we hide in the shadows. Humans cannot know about our kind, we have to keep our presence a secret or else will it take only a little time before vampires will be found and hunted down. The technology is much more advanced today than what it once was - and even then, they succeeded in catching and attempting to kill us. I strongly do believe that you do not wish for this to happen to any of us."

At that, Jongho nodded his head despite his grumbles.

"Now, I suggest that you two indulge me in what is going on between the both of you. I'm fed up with the behaviour you've shown the last month."

And then Seonghwa was gazing at him, seeking an answer that even Yeosang wasn't fully clarified about. His instincts were just pressing him to act up. "I demand an answer, now, and not any later," Seonghwa continued.

Jongho shifted in the chair, making the iron clink together, "Honestly, I have no idea of what this is either. Yeosang was suddenly being a brat the last time we had sex and then I told him not to be. He's been angry at me ever since and it just triggers my emotional nature and instincts - I just.. I didn't mean to kill those people, okay?"

"No, I was not! You literally crushed the bones of my wrist and dislocated my shoulder! And you think I'm the wrong one here?" Yeosang crossed his arms as he rebutted him. He could feel another hand on his shoulder now as his words stirred more emotions into the room.

"Yes? Because you wouldn't listen to what I was telling you! You were growling and biting me like some-some feral animal!"

He was about to burst. "You were throwing me around while you all but enjoyed dominating me as I had no other choice! Of course, would I fight back, it's natural."

"Well, I am stronger than you - it would only make sense that I was the one dominating you, just like how you let Seonghwa and Yunho and- and everyone else handles you."

"That's way different!"

"How so?"

Baring his fangs a loud hissing sound left his throat fading into a gurgling growl. Yeosang's eyes were as sharp as daggers, thrown at Jongho across the table, who scowled at him in return. His fingers clawed the tabletop as he slowly stretched his body forward until the three pairs of hands didn't let him go any longer. Yeosang was trembling in his spot when someone poked the hind of his head, threatingly.

It didn't matter. Yeosang was already seeing red.

"Yeosang!!"

His body threw them all off as he jumped up from his chair before crawling across the table. His body slammed against Jongho's bound to the chair, knocking him back into the wall while his fingers closed around the younger's throat. Someone grabbed his arm, but Yeosang swatted them off, faintly hearing the crash of the body against the row of chairs, followed by swearing. For a moment he caught the sight of Jongho's eyes going wide.

Yeosang didn't wait any longer, his hand around Jongho's throat forcing him and the chair to easily slide across the floor as he darted through the house to his room. Then Hongjoong emerged in front of him, putting a hand over the handle and blocking his way, "Yeosang, this is not how problems should be solved!"

His tongue rolled in his snarl and he bent in his knees, shoulders tense and pulled up to his ears as he eyed the vampire telling him off through the long strands of his hair. His hands cradled Jongho like was he mere prey, nails drawing blood from how they scratched across his skin.

Making a quick decision he decided to run off in the other direction, throwing his shoulder against the nearest room he found before slamming the door shut right in front of San and Mingi and locking it with the numerous extra locks to the door. Vampy-safed.

When he turned on his feet again, his eyes raked through San's bedroom before landing upon Jongho. His face was drawn in a tense expression but Yeosang could clearly determine the unresting fear that he was experiencing from Yeosang's unstoppable acts. He kept pulling at the iron, but it was to no help. Jongho was stuck.

And Yeosang was hungry.

Slowly, the knocks on the door subsided when the others realised that Yeosang had no intentions of opening the door before he had finished what he had come here for.

"What do you fucking want?" Jongho spat, "Feeling superior now that I'm bound to this chair?"

Yeosang rapidly stepped closer to the chair and suddenly the shackles were wrapped around his hands. Then he pulled. Jongho stared at him as the iron was torn apart, breaking from the strength of Yeosang's arms. Yeosang delivered his answer by grabbing under the other's arm and thigh and throwing him through the room. Jongho collided with the wall, arms flailing against the wooden desk he hit, shoving papers and multiple of San's rather expensive gemstones from his collection all over the place. San would kill them.

In the blink of a moment, Yeosang took his arms again, flinging him around and letting his body fall to the floor before sweeping him across it. Quickly, he pushed the piles of clothes off the bed before throwing Jongho on it, crawling on top of him.

Growling, Jongho's hands caught both of Yeosang's wrists when the older leaned forward until their noses nearly touched, "I'll have my rematch," Yeosang said. Before Jongho even got to acknowledge it, Yeosang jerked himself out of his hold, pinning Jongho's arms above his head instead as he whispered with a sly smile: "Uno reverse card has been played, Jongho-ya. I'll have my way with you now."

His knees clenched around Jongho's thighs when he dipped and let his tongue lick all the way down to his plush lips. A rumbling sound came from the other's throat when he pried his way in through the crack of his lips with his tongue. Through the haze of his eyes, he could see the surprise coating Jongho's expression as he was forced under Yeosang's might like a fucking ragdoll. Jongho was wiggling, thrashing underneath him but it only made Yeosang tighten his hands on him, pressing the length of his body further down onto the other. He leaned back with a smirk when Jongho's resistance suddenly changed and his caged legs worked themselves apart for Yeosang. Slowly, the vampire loosened his hold on the other, letting him flex his sore muscles in the conviction that everything was over.

It was not.

Yeosang licked his lips crazed as he drew his hands off Jongho again and halfways sat up. When Jongho drew in a much-unneeded breath of air, Yeosang grabbed a fistful of his hair before he got to say anything. He jerked his head down into the mattress and Jongho groaned in pain. Throwing the rest of his body over, Yeosang crawled neigh him, his strained pants dragging up the curve of Jongho's body as he growled into his neck, dominating. He wanted to shake the other to the core.

"Fuck, Yeosang, when the fuck did you get so strong!?" Jongho's muffled voice spoke into the sheets, his ass pressing up into Yeosang's erection until Yeosang wrapped an arm down around his waist, holding him close. The other had no living chance to get away.

Moving his mouth up his neck, Yeosang stopped to blow him in the ear, "You would like to know that, wouldn't you?" he teased, fangs piercing into his earlobe. He hooked a finger under Jongho's waistband and gave it a fierce pull, tugging his pants off before working his fingers up the buttons of his shirt and pulling it off too. In a split second where Yeosang had averted his eyes onto himself, Jongho threw himself out of the bed, legs kicking him in the direction of the locked door. Before his fingers got to the lock, his body was slammed up against the door, nails digging into his biceps as a half-clad body pressed itself up against Jongho's naked glory. Yeosang forced his legs apart by kicking him with his knee.

"And where do you think you're going?" the older vampire asked, knocking Jongho's face into the door another time. He could only imagine how the sound resonated throughout the entire mansion. "You are not going anywhere for the next hours."

He could hear Jongho gulping when his hand moved down around his ass and prodded against his hole. He nibbled at his skin as goosebumps spread like wildfire. His other hand played around with both of his nipples. Yeosang's senses swallowed the streams of fresh blood inside Jongho, reaching out to be so much closer to him. To become one.

Impatiently, Jongho let out a low rumble as he tried to coerce Yeosang into moving and doing something very now, "Could you hurry the fuck up, then? I want it over already." Yeosang sneered at the younger, telling him to shut up but nevertheless pulling at his hips and spitting at his fingers. The younger whined when he forced his spit-coated fingers into his mouth, "Suck," he snapped at him until Jongho finally listened and did as ordered.

Yeosang pulled his fingers out, letting them wander around Jongho's neck until they slid along his spine in between his defined back muscles. The tickle of anticipation had Jongho arch his back, taking Yeosang's dead breath as he grasped the younger in a state he never had been allowed to look at before. It was as if opening to a new world; seeing Jongho submit to the lightest touch of strength which he hadn't been able to overgo. Yeosang's insides were burning full of lust, his desire for having switched positions sparking something untamed now that he was having his first taste - something that he perhaps should fear for him to be more out of control than the rest of the coven could handle. Jongho was clearly biting a growl back when Yeosang's pair of fingers slid in without giving him any time to adjust. Instantly, he curled his fingers inside him, moving them as deep as he could until a started sound escaped the younger. The corner of Yeosang's lips moved upwards when Jongho knocked his head into the door, moaning silently. It had him bend down and kiss the curve of his back, letting his sharp fangs scrape down his skin as he caressed Jongho for his good behaviour.

He should be pulling his limbs from his body for how mean Jongho had been to him. "I could leave you like this," he whispered as he made a sharp thrust with his fingers, making Jongho draw in an equally sharp breath of air. "All pent up and needy while none of the others would help you out because of your little accident in the streets." Yeosang pulled himself a bit further away from Jongho again, his fingers retreating until they only now pressed against the rim. "Would you like that?"

Jongho growled as he clawed the surface of the door, clearly annoyed with his situation. "You're a menace, where's my sweet Yeosang gone?" he said.

"Your sweet Yeosang doesn't think you deserve sweet Yeosang right now." Then he hooked both his hands around Jongho's upper thighs before pushing into the other with force until his chest lay flush against the younger's back. The sudden move had Jongho stumbling a step forward before Yeosang's grip around him had Jongho find his balance again. Nimble fingers crawled further around his abdomen until reaching his groin. Yeosang wrapped his hand around Jongho's arousal before he felt an insane urge to sink his teeth deep into him. The vampire snapped his hips sharply, his strength pressing Jongho further up against the door as his muscles warped around Jongho's sturdy body like he never had been able to do before. His face moved to the side, revealing Jongho's closed eyes and slightly parted lips for him to see how ecstasy from the thrusts of his cock inside him was bringing him down to his knees. Literally.

Yeosang snarled before he reached forward and latched his teeth onto the soft skin of the younger's cheek, drilling the pain down underneath the other's skin as he deserved. He should have thought about how sweet blood soon would be running down the grooves of the woodendoor, blending with the amounts of cum there soon would be splattering onto it after Jongho would begging for any release. Dirtying the floor. Yeosang's free hand made its way to splay against his chest. His bites soon littered all over his skin and blood was dripping down his chin, marring Jongho's body until he couldn't stand on his feet from the intensity.

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"I hope you are ready to be yelled at for San is fucking mad at you," Yunho voiced as he came down from upstairs, flinging himself down into a chair beside Yeosang in the dining room. Quietly, he poured himself a glass of blood, although the silence expectedly soon vanished as a scream tore through the entire mansion, waking everyone who should still be sleeping. Yunho tilted his head at Yeosang's unfaced reaction, "If I was you, I would run."

For a moment, Yeosang pondered if Yunho's advice was worth following, although his every thought froze when a hand suddenly held around his neck, "If I was you, I would stay right where you are."

"..Sanie, hey..." Yeosang said and bit the inside of his cheek. San had bent his knees and slowly turned Yeosang's head around so that he could look him in the eyes. A strained smile stretched his face, splitting it in two. His red eyes were already stabbing him.

"I swear, it wasn't me."

San chuckled at his immediate response that Yeosang knew he was seeking, "Huh, how funny, 'cause Jongho said the exact same when I asked him."

Yeosang grumbled a curse, "That liar." Then San pulled him out of his seat, taking him to his room where he shoved him down on all four, face directed the puddles of blood and semen. Yeosang glanced up at where San fought Jongho down beside him. His face was bruised and dried blood still clung to his cheeks.

"I'll let you both lick it up, then," San mused through bitten teeth, clearly irked with the mess they had made in his room. Yeosang knew there was not any way to get around this, concluding that he just as well could obey what he was told to do. Slowly, he lowered his face to the floor, scrunching his nose at how he already could feel the flaky texture on his tongue.

He growled at Jongho when his shoulder pressed against his, "This is your fucking fault."

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