Namjoon gasps out, head thrown back, sweat running in rivulets down his skin as his hips jerk forward roughly into Seokjin's hand.

"O-oh," Namjoon shudders and his arms wrap around Seokjin's head, mouth open and pressing wet kisses softly to Seokjin's neck, saliva dribbling out his mouth. "Oh, it feels good."

"It does, doesn't it?" Seokjin murmurs and smiles, cheeks still flushed from the fact that the two, only after a bit of time from the first time they met, are already diving into such intimate actions. Maybe it's because of the fact that Seokjin is so sexually starved, or maybe it's because Namjoon's just so fucking sexy, or maybe a bit of both.

"You gonna make me cum?" Namjoon whispers, eyes hooded and a shiver runs down Seokjin's spine at his tone. "Gon' make me cum, Seokjin?"

"F-fuck," Seokjin mumbled out, gritting his teeth and whimpering out when Namjoon rubs his ass down on Seokjin's crotch. He groans at the friction and rolls his hips up for even more of it, pants and growls ripping from their throats as they both chase their orgasms.

"Pretty fucking baby," Seokjin groans and Namjoon smirks, moaning loudly.

"Yeah? M'pretty? M'pretty..." Namjoon shudders and rubs down harder, teeth and jaw clenched, eyes rolling to the back of his head and he screams loudly, his vision blinding for a second, and hot cum spurts out of him.

"Fuck!" Namjoon squeals, his shadows aching to be seen, wriggling and wrapping around his legs where Seokjin can't see. But Namjoon wills them to tread back, panting, gasping, still rolling his hips down until Seokjin grabs Namjoon's hips to still him and he also cums hard inside of his boxers.

"Mm!"

Namjoon tilts his head and growls, shoving Seokjin back while smashing their lips together, hungrily sucking and licking and biting. Namjoon grabs at Seokjin's hips and slams him back onto the bed, and the two grab at each other roughly, kissing and moaning.

The night felt a little too short for the two of them.

-

"Jungkook. Don't use your powers if it still hurts."

Jungkook's hands are clasped tightly around Hoseok's, the smaller boy hunching over out of nervousness, despite his professional outfit, consisting of a suit, mostly black with the only splash of color being his white cuffs.

"He-he'll hurt us if we can't find Jimin." Jungkook mumbles, and Hoseok just tightly looks away, lips bitten. "Any sign of him?"

"There's living things all around us. Jimin could be anywhere—anything." Hoseok sighs and looks away. "Neither of us have rested enough to use our abilities to its full potential. It'll be difficult to find him."

"I don't see the point in finding Jimin. He never made him do any missions, always kept him cooped up in his room." Jungkook shudders and leans onto Hoseok as they round a corner, walking amongst humans. It's bitter, the way everyone around them are free and happy, while Hoseok and Jungkook walk with the monitors constricted around their ankles, the only thing keeping them from their own freedom.

"He used Jimin for other purposes." Hoseok said quietly and Jungkook looks up, confused. "Made him shift into pretty women. Seduce people into following him back to the base, get them captured."

Jungkook's fists tighten and he huffs, looking away, cheeks a tiny bit pinker than they were before. "J-Jimin isn't a—a lady."

"No, most definitely not. But he gets his job done through that form." Hoseok halts suddenly and Jungkook stops quickly behind him. He grabs Jungkook by the shoulders and yanks him back, until they're running through a dark alley and bursting out through the other side. There's more shops, more people walking around, people chatting, drinking coffee. Hoseok scans his gaze around the people near him before making a beeline for the other side of the street, where a little apartment complex entrance can be seen.

"Wha—?" Jungkook whimpers and Hoseok shoves Jungkook against the back wall, stands protectively in front of him and raises his arm to his face, eyes bursting into a pretty emerald color, the light green flames licking up from his fingertips.

As Hoseok steps forward and swings his fist around a corner, his balled-up fist is hovering right in front of the face of a handsome young man, his face paling when he sees Hoseok is centimeters away from punching him.

"O-oh." A tiny squeak escapes the man's throat and Hoseok pulls his fist back, spitting angrily. He turns away and grabs Jungkook back up, glaring at the man, before noticing the cat that's curled up in his arms.

Jimin.

"Give me that." Hoseok snaps out, and the man whirls back out of surprise.

"What?" His black hair fans out above him and he curls against the cat protectively. The cat mewls, softly rubbing his head against the man's palm. "W-what are you doing? T-this is mine! I-I found him over there! It's my cat!"

Hoseok's eyes turn a smoldering green. If he doesn't get Jimin back tonight, then they'll probably hurt Jungkook again. Force the poor boy to overexert himself until he's blacked out for a month.

"That is my cat." Hoseok snaps and as he steps forward again, he freezes.

Hoseok scans the man's face before he pales, eyes widening. The man frowns at him, looking taken aback and he begins to walk back away hastily. His movements turn jerky and tiny yelps escape his lips and he scrambles away from Hoseok.

"You're one of them!" The man gasps out, his eyes glazing over a dark purple and Hoseok steps back when dark, black shadows burst out from underneath the man and his heart stops. "You're one of them! You came to g-get me and take me away! Like you d-did to my family!"

"Listen," Hoseok growls out, not expecting to run into this kid while searching for Jimin, "Just hand over the cat and we'll leave you alone."

"You people want to take everything from me." The man whispers, and he sinks to his knees with a long, drawled out moan. He places the cat softly on his lap and grabs at his hair, his body trembling as if in pain.

"Hyung, we didn't come prepared." Jungkook squeaks out from behind him. "Bu-but he has Jimin-hyung!"

"I know, I know!" Hoseok says, and he turns back to the black-haired man. "Namjoon. Kim. Hand over the cat and we'll leave you alone."

Namjoon shakes his head and throws his head back, screaming. "No! No, no no!" He glowers at Hoseok and curls his lip. Jimin, on his lap, mewls out softly, surprised and shocked by the energy waves rolling off of Namjoon's body. "I'll kill you." He whispers maniacally and Hoseok shudders. "I'll kill you, and I'll rip up your body and I'll stab you, I will kill you, I'll kill you—I'll kill you, kill you!"

The red-head jerks back when a powerful wave of energy surges over him, smothering him, choking him, and Jungkook crumples to the floor behind him. "H-Hoseok..." Jungkook whimpers, and Hoseok groans.

But before Namjoon can go any further, a voice sounds out from around the apartment building.

"Joon!"

Namjoon's eyes widen and he jolts, and with a shudder the shadows caging around him retract. They vanish, and Namjoon lifts his head, spinning around, standing.

A tall, broad male comes into view, a big smile on his face, drowned in a giant blue sweater as he holds a bag of cat food. Namjoon whines out. "Joon, did you find the cat? I bought some food for him!"

Hoseok watches, perplexed, when Namjoon lifts up Jimin again and darts over to the male. He dives into the broad-male's chest, shivering.

"O-oh. Joonie." The male softly rubs Namjoon's back, and Jungkook sucks in a sharp breath behind him. "Joon, baby, don't cry. Cat's not hurt, see? He's perfectly fine. Let's go inside."

Hoseok feels a shiver run down his spine and he turns around to look as Jungkook.

"H-he's going to use him to get both of them." Jungkook whisper out, terrified, and Hoseok shakes his head softly.

They're in big trouble.