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Aisyah complained of my failed english since i don't capitalize but hey, idc LOL

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Mostly written by rouuacee because AISYAH is lazy

His obsession with the supernatural came before his obsession with Jung Jaehyun

Well, that’s okay. Jaehyun knew that he found Taeyong through a friend of a friend and he knew that when he sat down to have coffee with him that first fateful morning, that things were going to be academic between them. Taeyong was writing a paper or a book or something on things beyond the natural. He had a notebook and a pencil and a charming smile that made Jaehyun immediately lose his breath.

For your information, Jaehyun’s a vampire. So that was saying a lot.

It was maybe two or three days later that they ran into each other at that bar.

It was a bar that people like him frequented. People less than natural. Or more than natural as Taeyong would always say. A place that sold blood in pints and Jaehyun always somewhat assumed it was hospital sourced, but he couldn’t bear to ask any more questions than necessary.

Taeyong was there. With his notebook and pencil and a fucking charming smile.

“Are there more places like this one?” Taeyong looked up at him with curiosity.

“Is this research?” Jaehyun’s fingers tapped across the counter, stealing away Taeyong’s drink and sniffing it intently.

Taeyong was a touch dense.

“Should it be?”

Jaehyun smiled.

“Absolutely not.”

He slept with him that night, to loud music that drowned out how many drinks they had. He hadn’t had sex with a human in so long. He’d forgotten how warm they were.

Or maybe that was just Taeyong.

They weren’t dating either. Jaehyun was immortal. Recently so, but still. While Taeyong was writing his papers or books or whatever, he was twiddling away at the years on his life. He only had so many. When he’s older, Jaehyun will look the way he does now. Logistically it would be silly for them to feel anything for each other in the long-term.

But they can kiss and they can collapse into the sheets together, saying all of the things they know will end in the other one void of breath and understanding.

Afterwards, Taeyong will ask questions sometimes. It’s like his brain never stops working.

He’s sweaty and sticky and has perhaps the cutest vampire the world has ever seen tucked up under his arm like a cat, but he still can’t just bask in the moment. He has so much to say and so much learn.

“What’s the persuasion thing like?” Taeyong asked him one night when it was too dark for him not to.

“Mm?” Jaehyun hummed, stretching into Taeyong’s side momentarily.

“Vampire persuasion, seduction shit?”

“Yeah,” Taeyong affirmed.

“What does it feel like?”

A smugness smile crossed Jaehyun’s sleepy face.

“Like if I did it on you?”

“Sure.”

Jaehyun considered his response momentarily, rewinding through all the words he knew in his mind. Sentences were hard to form, especially when he was still reeling from some long overdue orgasms.

“Wouldn’t be very different. Makes you think you like me enough to do what I say so.”

“Are you implying I listen to you because I like you?” Taeyong let his eyes drift to Jaehyun’s head. He looked so fucking adorable when he was fucked out and taking long slow breaths to get to the bottom of his lungs.

The smug fixture grew on Jaehyun’s lips.

“Do you remember the past half hour at all?”

“That’s different,” Taeyong laughed, his cheeks burning a little. Jaehyun still managed to get him all knotted up and flustered from time to time. He’ll do well to repay the favor eventually.

“Like if you asked me to get you something right now when all I want to do is lay here, would my body just get up and do it or would I feel like I suddenly wanted to?”

A shade of thoughtfulness crossed Jaehyun, bearing away the smugness by just a little bit.

“The latter.”

Perhaps the thoughtfulness was coming from the fact that Jaehyun had a premonition of where this conversation would lead. Taeyong was only mildly predictable when it came to his probing questions, but at least Jaehyun had the foresight to hold a response ready.

“Can you show me?” Taeyong asked softly.

“No,” Jaehyun said simply.

“For one, I’m awful with it.” He stretched a bit, tracing something unintelligible against Taeyong’s skin.

“But I’m not cool with making people do things they don’t want to, even if it’s silly. Especially not somebody I care for.”

There was silence.

“You care about me?”

Jaehyun snickered.

“No, of course not. I never said you, did I?”

But that’s what he meant.

---

Anybody that had an inkling of an idea about their dynamic was perplexed to say the least. Taeyong sometimes talked with Doyoung about his sex life. It was nice to pretend he wasn’t in bed with a vampire those nights by talking to somebody else as if he isn’t. Though at this point he was certain the supernatural had an appeal to him that wasn’t purely erudite, he still liked to play make-believe.

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Jaehyun was tight lipped, though Taeil and Johnny both knew he was boning a human and never missed the opportunity to make fun of him for it. They were that one couple everyone knew and wanted to hate for their annoying habits when they were together, but always ended up endeared in everyone’s hearts. Every now and then he’d talk to Taeil about it when the lights got low and the liquor in his drink tasted sweeter than before.

It confused their cohorts. Taeil and Johnny always wondered what Jaehyun could possibly see in a human. They always shrugged it off when Jaehyun assured them Taeyong was a passing fad in response to their jokes. Only something to make the night’s easier and keep him from feeling the urge to do things a sane, morally aware vampire ought not. Doyoung just thought it was a little odd for Taeyong to be fucking somebody as bossy as Jaehyun.

But to them, they thought it was perfect.

Sex with each other satisfied them in a way other partners hadn’t. They just complimented one another so well. Their utter contradictions were perfectly aligned.

“You’re perfect.” Jaehyun muttered against Taeyong’s neck, making sure to drag his hips against Taeyong’s in time to the phrase.

Taeyong was sitting on the edge of his bed, gripping Jaehyun’s t-shirt in the back and looking up at him. When Jaehyun was on his lap, he was ever so slightly above eye level. (shh, i cant estimate) That was fine. Taeyong didn’t mind being beneath him. Or over him. Under, above, around, in. Almost every preposition would do when it came to Jaehyun.

“Have you checked a mirror lately?” Taeyong grinned.

“Oh wait.”

Jaehyun rolled his eyes, but he laughed. Maybe being dead took the fun out of life, but all of his undead and supernatural friends lacked the humor Taeyong had. Even if Jaehyun sometimes pretended not to enjoy it, he loved Taeyong’s desire to make people happy. He almost craved it when he was away from him.

“You going to crack jokes all night?” Jaehyun rolled back, parts of his body leaving contact with Taeyong’s before he slid back forward, grinding his way to a halt.

“I know my lap dances are good, but I was hoping to take this show on the road eventually.”

Taeyong didn’t need to be told twice. It was one of the things that complimented Jaehyun well. He didn’t enjoy repeating himself very much. So Taeyong dropped his hands to Jaehyun’s hips and his mouth to the younger’s lips. Just like every time before, it felt electric. Taeyong feels so warm to Jaehyun’s touch and the room temperature body on Taeyong’s lap kept him evened out.

It was painfully slow, Jaehyun drawing away enough to watch Taeyong chase him a little bit, and when he did give up, his mouth met the other’s with openness, an exchange of hot breath occuring before Jaehyun allowed the angle to lock in. Sometimes he liked a little messiness when they could afford it. A little air to skin to teeth to lips to not quite right but so damn good.

Taeyong’s grip on Jaehyun was getting tighter. His fingers snaked into the elastic band of Jaehyun’s shorts and tugged impatiently. The soft spot Jaehyun had for him folded, seeing how cute he looked desperate. The younger had been toying with him since dinner, and while every masochist needed his sadist, Jaehyun could always tell when Taeyong’s neediness was peaking.

“You’re so patient.” Jaehyun said softly, oozing charisma as the kiss melted away. He looked down through hooded eyes at  and shifted his weight forward.

“Do you want me on top of you?”

“Yes.” Taeyong breathed, smile evident in his words.

Jaehyun chuckled.

“Lay back for me then.”

Obedient as always, Taeyong lifted Jaehyun up a bit and slid back on the bed. He seemed a bit reluctant to let go of Jaehyun, but to fall back on the bed he had to, and trusted that Jaehyun wouldn’t be too far behind. He wasn’t, after a few seconds of admiring how the muscles on Taeyong’s body flexed when he laid himself down, Jaehyun crawled on top of him, mentally cursing the t-shirt and sweatpants Taeyong still had on.

“What’s been on your mind?” Jaehyun asked, fingers taking the fabric of Taeyong’s t-shirt casually, pretending like he didn’t want to tear it off. If he played coy then Taeyong might whine. That’s a lovely sound to hear.

“You.” Taeyong admitted, his eyes on the ceiling and not Jaehyun in that moment.

“Yeah?” Jaehyun started to tug at the shirt, deciding he wanted Taeyong’s skin more than his noises. Taeyong was talkative, so this was an easy and rewarding route as well.

“Nice thoughts I assume?”

Taeyong smiled, pulling his arms through the holes of the shirt and letting Jaehyun take it off him entirely.

“Some of them.”

The shirt drifted to the floor, just beyond their line of sight and into another section of reality. Jaehyun didn't bother with the shirt after that, bringing his lips to Taeyong's collar.

"I want to hear the not nice ones."

"You never ask nicely," Taeyong chuckled, taking in precious air as he did so. For the record, it wasn't easy to work him up historically, Jaehyun just had a special talent really. Or that's what he told himself at least.

"Guess."

"Mmm ..." Jaehyun made a noise that was too high in his register for Taeyong to feel it against his skin, but his ears still pricked at the sound.

"Did any of them involve me on your lap?"

Taeyong swallowed. He was half expecting Jaehyun to get pushy with him after the comment. It was in his personality to be forward and blunt sometimes. Mostly when he's put off by something, not that Taeyong ever tries to intentionally put Jaehyun off. No of course not. But, Jaehyun's also prone to play. Perhaps it's a part of the vampire nature to enjoy games, or maybe it's all him, but Taeyong landed in his carefully spun web every time.

"Sure." Taeyong put his head back as Jaehyun kissed up it a little bit.

"One or two of them."

"I bet they did." Jaehyun said to his neck.

Jaehyun's hands were calculated as they made their way down Taeyong's upper body. The paths felt pre-determined like a GPS, and it was methodical how he would get lighter over some parts, then deeper on the ones he knew made Taeyong twitch. It was a stark contrast to Taeyong's hands which were haphazard in their movements, finding traction before immediately wanting to touch Jaehyun more.

Somehow Taeyong got Jaehyun's shirt up off of him, but only in time to see the look on Jaehyun's face that told him the pants were no longer necessary. When he sat up to shake them off, he could see Jaehyun's expression, full of temptation and a couple of wicked ideas. His mouth was open and breathing as he watched Taeyong go about the task. For just a second, Taeyong remembered intimately that Jaehyun was not a person like he was.

Many might feel one way about this, but Taeyong couldn't keep it cool, immediately kicking off his sweatpants and drawing Jaehyun back into a kiss.

"Tell me-" Jaehyun broke the kiss as abruptly as it started. He put a hand on Taeyong’s chest and kept him away.

"Was I teasing you like this in your head?"

There was a rush of something, adrenaline or heat or arousal, that cruised in when Jaehyun pressed against Taeyong. If only he could keep quiet so Jaehyun wouldn't have the satisfaction. But feeling him through his boxers and Jaehyun's shorts was enough to force a whimper out.

"I'll take that as a yes." Jaehyun sounded a bit more breathy, just as affected as Taeyong.

He rolled again, both of them groaning lowly at how delicious the friction felt. They were so impatient that night because they'd both been thinking about it all day. In every stupid meeting Jaehyun attended, Taeyong was in his brain. He got into business to learn about investing. He figured that would get him by in a couple hundred years, but instead he was thinking about the things he wanted to do to Taeyong in a couple hundred minutes.

Their hips did the work for a little. The minutes dragging by, but he still wanted to work Taeyong up. The guy had a touch more stamina than he did so it was necessary to get things to a rolling boil first.

As always, he ended up kissing his way to Taeyong's neck, listening to how sharp his breathing got when he went there. He was so sensitive and so vocal. Expertly placed kisses spaced out by thrusts had made him this hard, but he couldn't keep it together forever.

"Christ." Jaehyun let out, detaching himself with all the willpower in the universe and shrugging off his shorts.

"Should I- I mean-" Taeyong stuttered, breathless from the grinding.

Jaehyun found him amusing and adorable.

"If you want to fuck me, yeah."

The words catalyzed in Taeyong's brain and he fired off, getting out of his boxers in next to no time. It was fun to see him like that. So eager and excited. Jaehyun’s smirk was becoming a smile at the idea of how much Taeyong got into things. Action instead.

"Bedside?" He asked, knowing the answer as he rolled over, feeling exposed, but comfortable in Taeyong's eyes.

"Always." Taeyong laughed.

"Hey. Can you hear my heartbeat from over there?"

If Jaehyun thought they'd get through this without a single question from Taeyong's infinite imagination, he would have been a fool. Instead he laughed at the question, leaving Taeyong to wonder what that meant as he knocked things around the bedside table looking for lube and condoms. The condoms were the easy part, it was the lube that Taeyong had three half finished bottles of.

"Why do you even buy silicone lube? It tastes awful." Jaehyun rolled his eyes, taking the superior water-based lubricant with him as he got back to the task at hand.

"And to answer your question, yes, it’s embarrassingly fast."

He climbed back onto Taeyong, taking his time; one leg, then the next.

That smile broke through when he remembered the last time he did this. Taeyong presented his research and later in the hotel room, Jaehyun got on top of him and took him by the tie, rolling the fabric until Taeyong sat up off the bed and kissed him. It was sexy and sweet. Just simple enough.

"This." Jaehyun pressed the condom wrapper into Taeyong's collar.

"Is for you."

Taeyong took it from Jaehyun's hands, wasting no time as he bit the packaging open. Once the wrapper was tossed onto the bedspread somewhere, he joked, "The rest is just for you? How selfish."

"Mmm ..." The hum was lower this time from Jaehyun, and it rattled Taeyong as he reached between them, "You're right. I am selfish. And waiting to hear those not so nice thoughts about me."

The lube felt cool on Jaehyun's fingers. Probably from sitting in a drawer all day in Taeyong's barely temperature controlled apartment. Usually he liked for Taeyong to do it. Taeyong was warm all over, including his fingers, but this time Jaehyun wanted something else. Maybe he was that selfish.

"Do you need-"

Jaehyun cut him off with a kiss, the unlubed hand taking his jaw firmly when he pulled away.

"No, ah ..." He let out a shaky breath.

"I want you to touch yourself."

"You're right here in front of me ..." Taeyong caught something before he said it, changing the sentence as it progressed

"And I'm supposed to touch myself?"

"Yes." Jaehyun rasped, his voice finally getting to that low that drove Taeyong crazy, which in turn drove Jaehyun crazy too.

"Think about all those thoughts."

"So egotistical ..." Taeyong complained, his hand still sliding down his body to where he would slowly roll the condom over his cock.

"Good thing I like you."

He was right about one thing at least.

And Jaehyun was right about his fingers being cool when he touched himself. The arm he had supporting himself felt flimsy already as he made gentle work of the task.

Jaehyun craned against the discomfort to kiss Taeyong's neck again.

"Was I kissing your neck in your head?"

"Yes." Taeyong answered, his hand sliding down across his own length once more, trying to stay still as he did so.

"A lot."

"Did I bite?" Jaehyun asked playfully, nipping at the skin of Taeyong's jaw now.

"Ah, you, uh..." Taeyong stumbled over his tongue.

"Are you ready yet?"

"Patience." Jaehyun nipped again.

Taeyong moved quickly through life. Jaehyun had a theory that he could teach him anything in a day. He even learned the basics of a dead language in a few hours the other day. There's a focus about him when he gets into something he loves. It's a focus that Jaehyun never had. A drive he could only tap into once every now and then. It was annoying how good Taeyong was at everything. How he never needed to be patient with anything.

But, Jaehyun did have that one thing on him. Patience. Unfortunately, it was failing him in this exact moment.

So he didn't take long readying himself. Before long he was up to three fingers, holding out hope that Taeyong was exhausted from his busy day and wouldn't give it to him as hard as he could. Though he would certainly be asking that of him in a few minutes he was sure. Jaehyun couldn’t help himself when he rode Taeyong. It was too easy.

"Jaehyunnie," Taeyong said softly.

"I know, Taeyonggie." Jaehyun was gentle when he responded, leaving the safety of shoulder kisses to look Taeyong in the eye.

"I need it too."

"Can I-"

"Yes."

Taeyong let off stroking himself, which he was thankful for. Part of him knew it would have been easy to get off just watching Jaehyun finger himself all night. But they had jobs and lives and papers, so he took Jaehyun’s hip in one hand and himself in the other, letting everything happen carefully from there.

“You’re good,” Jaehyun mumbled, dipping a little bit onto him, “You’re so, so good.”

Taeyong was too kind and gentle. He liked a little pain and Jaehyun’s a close friend of pain himself, but things like this have to be taken slow. Unless Jaehyun didn’t want it slow. Which was definitely the case.

“Come on,” Jaehyun urged, pressing his hips down, taking another careful inch with him.

“Tae, Tae hyung.”

That got him a little, finally taking Jaehyun all the way and settling there for a second. It always felt different. Jaehyun contracted around him, stretching and accommodating. They both let out indulgent noises as they did so. And Taeyong stayed still for the time being.

Jaehyun’s thighs had been aching for a chance to move anyways, so when he did, it felt energizing. Whatever he had lost throughout the day came back to him in a whirlwind when he heard Taeyong moan.

“Jae,” Taeyong whimpered.

“That’s my name,” Jaehyun’s shaky but sure response came.

“Feel free to wear it out.”

He rocked back and forth on him, riding the responses of his body accordingly. He wanted to chat him up and get Taeyong talking again, but the vocalizations Jaehyun got from putting his mouth on Taeyong’s cheeks and nibbling at his ears were more satiating. Among the little noises came longer ones and lower ones, Taeyong falling in with Jaehyun’s rhythm just before he changed it.

Jaehyun took a handful of his hair. Not too hard, but enough to snap Taeyong out of his descent.

“How’re those thoughts coming?” Jaehyun whispered, dangerously quiet.

“Am I anything like I was in your head?”

Taeyong smiled.

“You know you’re better.”

“Damn straight.” Jaehyun chuckled, and Taeyong did too.

They liked each other maybe a little too much sometimes. Jaehyun would boss Taeyong around and Taeyong would bite back, but he would do what Jaehyun said because he was all too eager to please. And Jaehyun would jump at the chance to do anything Taeyong asked of him. More often doing the things he didn’t ask for, but Jaehyun knew he needed.

He set up a new rhythm. One that was slower, but with the intent of gaining momentum. They shuddered a couple of times when Jaehyun slid in at a good angle and Taeyong hit him in just the right place. Jaehyun ran a hand through his sweat slicked hair and straightened himself out, more able to bounce like this.

“Fuck, Jaehyun,” Taeyong grunted.

“You’re always. You’re just.”

“Say it again.” Jaehyun’s voice was high so it came like a request, but he knew Taeyong would answer.

“Fuck, Jaejae.” He repeated, happy to give him exactly what he wanted.

And a couple of more gaspy bounces brought Jaehyun doubling back down. Taeyong took him by the hips and they resituated in a well choreographed move. Taeyong was so damn warm to the touch that it burned. A good burn. The sort of burn Jaehyun missed from when he was alive. His arms were strong too, pulling Jaehyun back into fucking.

Jaehyun let him do it, instead turning his attention to kissing Taeyong's cheek once more. His fingers threaded into Taeyong's sweat damp hair again. There was no resistance from Taeyong when Jaehyun kept going, meeting his lips and taking Taeyong's breath with him. There was fire in Jaehyun's legs, but the pleasure of every stroke immediately shut down any protests from his body.

"You make me feel so ..." Jaehyun took in a slow, deep breath.

"You're so good, Taetae."

His mouth had a mind of its own. Taeyong's bottom lip between his teeth when he pulled back, taking it with him until it slipped away and back in place to help Taeyong moan out Jaehyun's name like it was his sworn duty. On a warpath, his lips burned a slow but steady forest fire across Taeyong's chin, then underneath it.

Their rocking had become shorter, punctuated with periods of grunting out. Their breathless and wordless voices pleaded for friction that their bodies couldn't generate fast enough to satisfy. Before he knew what was good for him, Jaehyun was nibbling on Taeyong's throat and pushing his head further back with the hand in his hair. Taeyong was moaning to the headboard now, begging for something Jaehyun couldn't quite make out.

"What's that?" Jaehyun kissed onto the side of Taeyong's neck, leaving tiny marks that would fade before too long.

He slowed down, using his hips to press back against Taeyong's. The regret of not having another stroke against his prostate flared up, but Jaehyun had the self-control somewhere deep down inside of him to contain it.

"You are such a-" Taeyong started, biting back his own words to keep the mood.

Jaehyun chuckled.

"I know. I just have to admire."

"Admire what?" Taeyong asked, his chest pressing up into Jaehyun every time he heaved.

Jaehyun let go of his hair, keeping contact with his skin as he brought his finger behind Taeyong's ear and down his neck, tickling the sweaty skin covering such a sensitive part of him. It was impossible not to smile when Taeyong reacted so powerfully, whining through his teeth involuntarily.

"Your neck," Jaehyun whispered.

"It's beautiful."

"Is that-" Taeyong cracked a smile.

"Vampire thing?"

He never once lost his sense of humor. Jaehyun's never been able to break him like that. So he sinks back onto him very, very slowly and draws a long, filthy noise out of both of them as he does so. Taeyong's impatient hands urged him to move more quickly, but Jaehyun still had things to say.

"Maybe. But," He said, biting down on Taeyong's neck playfully, and reveling in the gasp it got in response.

"I'm not the one with a vampire thing. You get off on it."

A noise was strangled by Taeyong's throat, his eyes screwing shut at the words and Jaehyun knew he'd gotten somewhere. He let Taeyong pull his hips back up again, doing longer and slower and deeper thrusts than before.

Much to Taeyong's disappointment, Jaehyun didn't let it go after that.

"I'm right, yeah? You're attracted to me. We get along. But I’m not like you. You get off on that, right?"

"Jae," Taeyong pleaded.

"Do you want to fuck me so hard I feel like I'm alive again? Is that what was in your head all day?" Jaehyun pressed his thumb gently against Taeyong's throat and got a whine in response.

"You want to look in a mirror while we do this and only see yourself? Do you want me to bite your neck so hard you bleed?"

"Yes," Taeyong admitted

"Fuck. Yes."

"Do you-" Jaehyun paused, pulling off of Taeyong's neck

"Wait."

A little blob of something darker than himself was in Taeyong's eyes when he opened them and looked at him widely. It was as if he was even surprised by what he said himself.

"Hyunnie, I'm sorry I-"

"I was just teasing! You seriously want me to bite you?" Jaehyun smoothed his hand down Taeyong's neck and across his shoulder, stopping at this bicep.

They weren't fucking anymore.

"I didn't mean, like I ..." Taeyong tripped over his words, carrying implications with him as he tumbled.

"Hey, dumbass. It’s yes or no." Jaehyun cocked a smile if only to put the boy under him at ease.

Taeyong spat out the next word.

"Yes."

Nothing happened for just a second. They met eyes and a very dangerous, dangerous conversation took place nonverbally. Electricity twisted the air molecules between their faces as Jaehyun dragged his fingers backup across Taeyong's shoulder and onto his neck. They rolled over veins, arteries, muscles, and eventually the bulge just below his chin. The one that bobbed every time he swallowed a labored breath.

Jaehyun put a thumb on one side of his neck, and let his fingers slide into place on the other. Taeyong's adam's apple was in his palm and his eyes were still dark and begging. Jaehyun was hesitant. He was obvious too.

"Say yes again," Jaehyun requested.

Taeyong nodded.

"Yes. Please. Yes."

His thumb and middle finger squeezed, and Taeyong's eyes fluttered, almost closing but snapping back open to meet Jaehyun's demanding gaze. He pushed a little harder, feeling how the motion of Taeyong's throat quickened against his palm. Just from breathing. Just from his hand.

Jaehyun lowered his lips just below his thumb, kissing at Taeyong's neck and feeling the blood pumping faster through his system. Thinned out by Jaehyun’s grip on its way to his brain. The fingers stopped their gentle squeeze, easing up and moving to give Jaehyun's mouth access to where it needed to be.

When he kissed it again, Taeyong bucked inside of Jaehyun. He made a noise too. A kind of noise Jaehyun wasn't well acquainted with. Something new, different and tantalizing in its own dark way. He wanted it badly. Knowing that Taeyong was so worked up over a kiss was too much for Jaehyun. How would he react when it actually happened?

"You're going to like it." Jaehyun answered out loud.

"A little too much. That’s how it works. Makes things easier. So we won’t go for long. Okay?”

"Okay." Taeyong acknowledged soberly.

Jaehyun kissed again, a little rock in his hips as he did so.

"And you keep fucking me, alright? You stop and I stop. That's the deal. Tell me you understand."

"I understand." Taeyong was desperate.

Jaehyun put his teeth onto the skin there, feeling Taeyong's hands tighten on his hips. God, there was going to be awful bruises in those spots. But Taeyong did as he was asked, dragging Jaehyun back down on him. It felt amazing. Jaehyun was aware of how close he was, how close they were, to being finished.

"Tell me yes. One more time," Jaehyun said again.

"And mean it if you say it."

Silence. A brief poignant moment of thought, but ending as abruptly as it was born.

"Yes - Yes. Yes." Taeyong chanted.

“Do it, Jaehyun.”

Jaehyun bit down.

Really bit down, with fangs sinking into the skin, breaking the surface and reaching hot speeding blood as he did so.

Expletives hit the terse air beyond Taeyong's mouth, and he sped up, fucking Jaehyun faster when the sensation began. Jaehyun didn't want to do anything for a second, but he was met with the taste of Taeyong in his mouth. A part of him he'd never tasted. One that was erotic and taboo all at once.

"Hyunnie, please. Fuck, don't stop. Please."

So he didn’t. There was no reason for him to stop. He tasted so good. The way Taeyong was slack jawed and chanting words of encouragement must have meant that he felt as good as Jaehyun did. It was sloppy, uninhibited ecstasy.

“Jae, Jae. God, Jaehyun.”

He wanted to tell him something right then. Anything. Tell him how well he was doing or what he tasted like. He wanted to ask how it felt but Taeyong was loud and there were almost tears in his eyes as he implored Jaehyun, encouraging every bloody second of the act.

Jaehyun was already too turned on. He was so hard he couldn't see straight and Taeyong experiencing a high that he's never met before was doing something to him that he could barely process. The cogs in his brain, previously oiled by the sounds of skin smacking and heavy breathing, were spinning off their tracks.

Taeyong hit him in every spot Jaehyun needed, the sensation scooping him up and coasting them into a brick wall. One he was skirting along the edge of before, but was suddenly staring directly at now.

It crushed Taeyong first.

Decompressed every single thought in his brain and made soup out of his insides. He yelled Jaehyun's name, and Jaehyun could barely speak, his mouth detaching and kissing and apologizing to salty sweet skin. He was wrapped up in the sights and sounds of Taeyong coming.

Somewhere a song was playing from one of their phones, but Jaehyun couldn't make it out. It was muffled by the blood rushing through his ears.

There's blood on Taeyong's neck too.

God, there’s blood on the bed.

"Fuck." Jaehyun pulled himself off Taeyong in a hurry.

"Fuck, fuck."

There were protests from Taeyong, but he didn't make big enough moves to capture Jaehyun before he sped away. All functions of him were dull and numb as he made his way into the bathroom. He shoved the door open and grabbed a towel. He knocked things over, grabbing whatever needed to be grabbed and rushing back into the bedroom.

"I'm a dumbass," Jaehyun cursed.

"Fuck."

It felt like he hadn't left even a millisecond ago before he was back on top of Taeyong, pressing the towel to his neck to get the bleeding stopped up. It was a well placed bite. Too well. Why hadn't he thought about that? He was so fucking caught up in the moment and how Taeyong looked that he hadn't given any serious thought to the matter.

"I'm sorry," Jaehyun choked out

"Tae, I'm really sorry."

"Shut up," Taeyong said, his voice steady but soft.

"Please. It’s okay."

"No." Jaehyun shook his head, his eyes huge as he waited for the clotting to take over.

"I'm an idiot. I should have talked you out of it."

"I’m glad you didn’t. Jaehyunnie..." Taeyong trailed off.

"It's okay, baby."

Jaehyun hissed back at him.

"You're bleeding out on the fucking sheets, Taeyong. It's not okay at all."

Taeyong looked a bit paler, his lips a touch bluer. It made Jaehyun sick to his stomach, but at the same time, he knew Taeyong was okay. The dumbass was smiling at him. The bleeding had stopped, and when he removed the towel, it wasn't as bad as before. A sigh trickled out of Jaehyun's lungs and he collapsed, shakily curling up next to Taeyong.

"We shouldn't have..." Jaehyun bit his tongue.

"Probably," Taeyong laughed.

"But I trust you."

"Stupid," Jaehyun smacked him on the arm.

“You’re so stupid. Don’t ever do that again.”

“And,” Taeyong rolled his eyes.

“You’re being dramatic.”

Jaehyun latched onto Taeyong's side, his fingers tight as they gripped him. He wanted to hold him this tightly forever. It couldn't last forever, he had bandages and antiseptic laying on the covers, but he wanted to hold him. His blood was flowing normally. His heart was beating steadily. Jaehyun's breathing evened out.

When they were calm again, they laid for one more moment. Jaehyun started to recognize the songs that were playing. They felt like old ones even if the playlist was a mixture. Taeyong's chest was rising and falling almost in time to the kick drum. Every piece of the universe was rhythmically timed for a few minutes.

"Sorry," Taeyong apologized finally. He did feel a touch guilty judging by the waver in his voice.

"Don't be. We both did it ... and enjoyed it," Jaehyun smiled, reassuring him now that the moment had passed.

"Honestly, I haven't seen you come like that in a long time."

He shifted up, taking the antiseptic he snatched earlier, and putting some on a cloth he had stolen as well. Taeyong didn't fight him when he cradled his head. Even when Jaehyun pressed the cloth to the wound, cleaning the tiny bite marks, Taeyong only hissed a little bit. The sting didn't last long to begin with, and Taeyong handled pain well evidently.

“It was kind of intense,” Taeyong said softly.

“I bet,” Jaehyun murmured, kissing Taeyong’s temple gently as he reached for coverings.

“We just need to be smarter. Talk things through first instead. Yeah?”

Taeyong nodded.

Without the proper supplies to handle a wound, Jaehyun had grabbed whatever was available. It was just two small square bandages. He put one on each of the holes in Taeyong's neck and patted it gently. Again, wondering what on earth possessed him to thank that was a good idea. Not that he wouldn’t do it again. He thinks maybe he would give Taeyong anything he ever asked for. As long as the idiot was alive and breathing of course.

"Shit," Taeyong muttered.

"Did you get off?"

“Ah, No,” Jaehyun laughed.

"But oddly enough, seeing you bleed out onto the bed kills a boner pretty fast."

"Sure, but-" Taeyong sat up, worrying Jaehyun a bit.

"I want you to get off.”

“Babe,” Jaehyun sighed, knowing the older wasn't prone to listening unless Jaehyun tacked baby onto the end of it.

"You’re down a pint. It's fine."

"Yeah? I could be down on you instead." Taeyong leaned in and kissed Jaehyun, who barely reciprocated in punishment for how bad that joke was. That was okay with Taeyong obviously, who kissed across Jaehyun's cheek and to his ear. Jaehyun tilted into the sound of his voice.

"I want to get you off."

Jaehyun swallowed.

_Holy fuck, this guy._

Taeyong slid a hand between Jaehyun's legs, thumbing him on the tip and grinning when Jaehyun sucked in air suddenly.

"Shit," Jaehyun hissed, his head tipping back ever so slightly.

"You're so annoying."

Taeyong pulled back, making his signature puppy dog frown at Jaehyun.

"You really think so?"

And just like that, Jaehyun couldn't stay upset.

Certainly the way that Taeyong’s hand was stroking up and down on Jaehyun had something to do with it, but that goofy look on his face was the key factor. The way that Taeyong was so intrigued by the dark and dangerous was always juxtaposed with how silly and loving he was. Jaehyun always thought laughing during sex was for dispelling awkwardness until he met Taeyong. He never knew that giggling between kisses and melting away the moments with jokes and laughter could be so sexual and enticing. It was safe.

The silly expression faded as Taeyong leaned back in, met this time half-way with Jaehyun kissing him back. There was no depth at first, then a little catch of their lips on second impact, Jaehyun tonguing for something more, but getting nowhere when Taeyong slipped away from him.

"Nah," Taeyong said.

"Lay down."

Jaehyun rolled his eyes, making it evident that he hated being told what to do. But he loved crawling over and laying down. He loved watching Taeyong kiss from his mouth down his body and take him all in at once. He loved losing a little control when he had the chance. With Taeyong anything was okay.

"Christ," Jaehyun, a less than religious person, exhaled.

"You know, Tae. If you ever decide you're over this whole living bullshit..."

Taeyong popped off of him and gave him a look.

No words were exchanged, but they both laughed. They were casual and flirty with it even if Jaehyun was touch serious. Surely Taeyong had lots to live for, but on the off chance he decided to pursue this whole supernatural study in a greater breadth, Jaehyun would jump at the chance. He was just so easy to enjoy that Jaehyun had no cares. He loved him for however long that meant. And whatever he wanted, Jaehyun would do, knowing Taeyong will do the same.

He'll do it here in this bed, or with his notepad and his pencil and his goddamn charming smile that swept Jaehyun off his feet. In a sudden moment of realization, Jaehyun knew exactly why he bit Taeyong on the neck. He knew why he would do it again. Why he would do anything Taeyong asked of him.

Because one stupid human smile can make Jaehyun melt.

Jaehyun’s a vampire. So that’s saying a lot.

This was written for KimChaechu

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