Yeosang's head still throbs when he opens his eyes abruptly to find two lit candles in the room as the only light sources. Instantly, he pushes his hands flat down against the bed's surface, heaves his upper body, and stares around in the room with wary eyes. He wants to think that the beating pulse that touches his hearing comes from his own heart, but when he moves a hand to touch his naked chest, he feels no beat. He feels no life.

The boy gasps surprised as he presses his hand harder into his chest, digging for the slightest feeling of a heart that should work for him to be awake. But there still is nothing despite how the thumping sound resonates clear for his ears, suddenly blending with the difference of so many sounds that he never has noticed before; he can hear the wind outside stretching around the building of the fortress smoothly, and he can hear the voices outsides of these solid walls which he never has been able to do before.

And he hears the soft breathing by his side.

Turning his head, he flickers his tense eyes down to the knight, who has fallen asleep sitting on the floor with his head resting on the edge of the bed. The mellow glow in the chamber illuminates the man's handsome features, cupping his round cheek but cutting his jaw strongly, making the trails of saltwater glister from his eyes to the pool that has gathered on the stone floor. Guilt tightens somewhere deep inside when he realizes how this unfearful Knights Templar has shed tears on a cause this needless. Yeosang should be a nobody to him.

Jongho stirs his limbs and he must seek for dear mercy when all his senses topple his mind with unknown desires. The chamber suddenly smells strongly of sweat and holt and the savor of a sweet scent. Yeosang blinks unbelievingly with his eyes as he tastes it on his tongue and feels how saliva accumulates in his mouth from the pleasing tint. His mind hisses at him to do something he has never dreamt of.

The man draws in an unstable breath of air before he finds the presence of Yeosang different from what it has been the last days and nights. Black pupils widen and his body paralyzes, caught in the moment when he finds Yeosang looking very much alive down at him. The boy sees how the knight's eyes slowly fill with water as his hands tremble like he never has seen them do before. His own hands carefully reach for the other's as he struggles to believe that Jongho has worried this much about his health. His eyes follow how he slowly lets the hands slide along the skin, trailing over Jongho's knuckles until he softly holds him around his wrists, heaving his sight to the man's quivering eyes.

"Yeosang.." he draws across his lips in a whisper. Suddenly, the knight inbreathes and tugs his hands out of the smaller male's and pushes his body to his feet before embracing the other tightly, "You are fine."

When his chin falls upon his nude shoulder, Yeosang feels how the hot tears pass down his bare back as strong arms lock around him; a hand tangling in his dark hair and the other taking him closer, spraying on the sturdy surface of his ribs. Yeosang lets the other handle him, moving his own to clutch around Jongho's shirt.

"You are actually still here."

His heart clenches at the words and he lets his eyes close, pulling in tighter until their chests flush so nigh they barely cannot be any closer. Through the thin fabric, Yeosang feels the thumping beat of the knight's heart and the rhythm has him calming together with the madly soft caresses that work from the hind of his head. He can barely hold on to the thin strings that keep his mind from freeing. He bites his bottom lip forcingly.

"I thought you would never come back - they all told me so," Jongho whispers as he lightly touches the boy's neck with his lips. He feels dizzy from the blend of agony and tenderness.

Hot drops of saltwater still trickle down his skin while he feels the mellow kisses on his bareness, reminding him of the warmth of a high sun, bathing him in its rays. Yeosang slowly lets his eyelids shut and the fair move of Jongho's hand crossing his chest caringly and following the line of his neck, tells him the pure tale of their crossing hearts. He smoothers his lips along his skin as if praising a higher being with so much adoration.

Drawing in air, the tangled digits in his hair pull his head back and Jongho kisses his throat, the softness blending with the slightest amount of spit when he crosses Yeosang's adam's apple and nose pressing against the gorge under his jaw. The boy clenches his hands until he believes that they turn white when the knight opens his mouth further and meekly lets his tongue grace along his skin in the kiss, and Yeosang's body thrills.

His eyes flutter open to look at Jongho whose fingers have wandered to his jaw, now turning the other knight's head to face him directly. Jongho lets a hand fall, only to wrap it around the cross hanging around his neck. His eyes are filled with everything.

"May I tell you that I love you."

Crammed with millions of the most beautiful butterflies, his insides set him sky-high to where every sound has disappeared until he falls. And he falls hard. Jongho pulls him closer and he seeks his lips so effortlessly that it seems common for his body to respond before his head does. Yeosang feels how goosebumps travel across his body when their lips touch for the first time that night. With every sense, he follows the path of where they begin to where they end - keeping his mind busy before he might explode. And he goes the same path over and over until his madness drags the knight to kiss him deeper as he adjusts their seating.

Yeosang lets Jongho touch his warm chest shamelessly, hand suddenly going to the place where the pendant is supposed to touch his skin, and now he realizes how the other has pulled it off him. His head does not let him think of it when he notices the knight's hand going down.

Their lips part for a moment and Yeosang leans in against the knight when he enounces, "I want to feel you.."

Purring in his ear, Jongho digs all his fingers into the flesh of his back muscles, "You can feel me all you want to, my love."

But the boy knows that it is far from what he craves so he presses his words to the Knights Templar's skin.

"I want to feel you more. So much more.."

Jongho pushes his thumbs on each side of his groin, making him jolt his hips forward as a moan dusts the air. Yeosang's body stutters from how well the pleasure swells in him and he grounds down onto the knight's lap again, bringing his mouth close to warm skin. His fingers drag around his shirt while they search for a flaw to come through, coming to pass the hem of the knight's shirt, pulling it out from his trousers before roaming up the man's beautiful abdomen. A sudden drunk memory crosses his mind, making him press his eyebrows together as he relives the same way Jongho would push their clothed erections together as the time by the gathering with the old oaks.

Yeosang smells the heavy stench of lust hanging around them, and he barely notices how the man lays him down on the bed while he keeps himself concentrated on the smallest sparks of delight pounding to his head. His eyes run to the different ones the moment Jongho's hair tickles his forehead and hot flesh parts his lips from each other, winding them into a passionate kiss.

"More, more."

A drop of drool trails from the corner of the boy's mouth as Jongho rolls his hips daringly slowly against his and he feels the dip on both sides of his head from arms that support the other's balance. His moans drown in their shared saliva, tongues muffling the sound so pathetically that it makes his heart bloat, but the other never still his constant movements. He kisses him ever so softly but intensely, that it drives Yeosang to lands that thrive on sins.

He wants to sin.

Jongho's breath rattles down on him when he lifts his lips away from Yeosang's, halting his motion for the time when the boy's fingers tugs at the belt, "Be kind and leave off your attire; I find it unjust for me to be the only one with clothes scattered," Yeosang strains as he presses the tips of his fingers further down in Jongho's trousers. The knight pushes his palms against the bed and pulls himself to sit, astriding the boy before letting his hands brush scarcely against his when he goes to grab the hem of his shirt. Yeosang makes eye contact with the other and he dares not do anything when the fabric falls over his head, letting the fair light from the candles ghost silhouettes around him. Yeosang swallows troublesome when the eyes catch his gaze again, and they watch him before he falls apart.

Gracefully, Yeosang feels Jongho placing his own hands above his and the warmth from the contact does things to his pure butterflies until their fluttering wings set on fire that touches him all the way to his core. The blush dances around his cheeks while Jongho guides their hands to loosen his belt around his waist together before parting them to each side of his hips and slowly drawing them downwards his thighs.

"You wanted to feel me."

The knight is filled with firm muscles, Yeosang can tell from the single meet, his palms lead up again. Yeosang stares when they slowly gather above the tense fabric of Jongho's crotch. He listens to the low groan bubbling up his throat - and the boy starts moving his hands on his own when the sound makes teeth grow, receiving so many of the repetitive same sounds. The knight's breath staggers when he finally pushes away and tears boots and trousers off, having Yeosang seeing him in just as little clothes as himself. White patterns of skin reveal a life filled with a myriad of scars and he adores him for his hard work. For how strong he must be to keep living.

Yeosang locks his hands behind his head and pulls him down until they are so close. They remain from kissing for a few passing moments, and Yeosang feels his mind inhale all scents lingering in the air, steadily turning insane. He cannot hold himself from seeking closer, as the lust draws him to the urge, and he reaches down to pull at Jongho's garments without thinking throughout the act. Slightly, he raises himself up to sit with Jongho still astride him as he lets his last piece of clothing slide down his thighs. His head is full when imagines clear from how facades fall and his eyes are angled slightly down while the other pushes the fabric off his legs and lets it down to the stone floor. There is something beautiful by the way the knight exposes his naked body so explicitly for him to glance at the lack of covers.

Jongho grasps around his chin to have him look into his eyes as he seeks for a consent to continue. Yeosang sighs gingerly. He slips the garms down over his hips and the boy lifts himself for the fabric to glide down his legs, but before they even pass his knees, Jongho is already pushing them down against the soft surface to lay, and he must kick with his feet to get rid of the garms from his body.

The knight draws his eyes down his body and slides his warm, fixed hand across his abdomen, "So beautiful.."

Yeosang baths in the words with glory, but with a sheen layer of color in his face. His dark hair sprays around his head, some strands fall into his eyes and Jongho leans forward to carefully brush them aside, their eyes swimming in the same waters. Somewhere deep, he feels a knot tighten its strings, but at the same time, he just knows that it still tries to break free of chains. The gap between them suddenly disappears and the water dives closer. Yeosang moans into Jongho's lips that touch his, when weight presses his limbs slightly more apart, bending; their erections meeting way too intimate for him to hold onto any breath. Jongho hums neatly as he drags his lips along Yeosang's soft ones, drawing air to leave his lips now and then. And Yeosang likes the tracings.

"How can an innocent face like yours be associated with such a deep moan.. so, so beautiful.."

His arms wander around the knight's back again, and when he finds his wrists to tangle into each other, he pushes his knuckles into the firm back which has the other arch himself even closer from the back-jerk. Jongho sinks his teeth into his lip but lets go for the moan, moving his forehead to rest on Yeosang's neck to breathe unevenly. Yeosang repeats the action, making the other rut against him as he buries his head deeper into the crook, groaning tightly.

"Kiss me, Jongho, please do that," Yeosang mumbles and turns his head to the side, letting the knight tilt his face to kiss him again. He feels how the hand travels over his sides, trailing the slight grooves of his ribs and muscles, going over his hip bone until it rounds his behind where fingers spread to push in. He knows it surprises the other when he pushes against the digits - he can tell from the way the kiss ceases a short moment.

"You have done those deeds before?" Jongho asks, a little bewildered by his newfound finding. The other only flutters with his eyelashes shyly, "I have," he tells him. He had thought that Jongho would have demanded an answer to all his confusion running around his head, but stunned, the man does not even touch the matter a single time when he instead leans all over the edge of the bed and searches after something in a place on the stone floor.

The silence has Yeosang realizing how he does not breathe the air at all.

The resonating sound of the jar being placed on top of the bed table forces him out of every thread that runs away, and Yeosang turns his head to sight the retreatment of Jongho's fingers that drip with a sticky substance. It makes memories flood in his mind - from the times Wooyoung was the one to be his guidance of this world, and he thinks of how long he has come to lay here in Jongho's bed, being the one to tell him how matters are supposed to be. How a tough life in the world of reality has changed his way of behaving, slightly.

Because when Yeosang seizes his hands around the knight's broad upper arms and forces all his weight around - tackling him to lay on his own back, Jongho squeals out of shock. Yeosang reaches out for the heavy jar and gathers the sort of liquid in one of his hands while the other hand pushes Jongho's knee away. Only when the boy's fingers touch upon his skin, the knight understands what is happening, eyes going wide open as Yeosang pushes a slick finger in. He listens to how Jongho's breath gets caught in his throat, and he leans forward until their chests almost touch again, admiring how the stretch paints all over the other's face. The humming comes back, and the boy goes further.

"Is it enjoyable or do you want me to adjust?" he whispers thoroughly, kissing the man's neck exquisitely and letting his lips linger at the places where the sweet smell is strongest.

" 'is fine, it feels good.." Jongho replies, his voice confined as he surely finds it difficult to even stay unswerving from all the harsh breathing and Yeosang's fingers going deep again and again.

He licks the hot, sweaty skin, he just wants to taste him; the sensation making Jongho travel his resting hands down to hold the base of Yeosang's spine for a short moment before continuing down to his breech and pressing his still slick fingers against the rim. "Jongho!-.. ahgmh," he cries out and thrusts his hips into Jongho's crotch has him letting a detectable moan spill from his lips at the raw contact. When he looks down at the knight again, he sees his eyes tightly closed as lips part rather delicately and Yeosang graces his throat with his mouth while he grinds down.

Recentning what should never be revealed to any watching eye.

His skin prickles with every possible sensation, but when Jongho inserts a finger, he finally loses his mind for good. Sitting up, he gives the other a push while he pulls his own fingers out. Somehow, a new mass of the liquid spills over Jongho's chest, and Yeosang smoothers a hand through it, drawing it down to their joined groins, taking the knight's erection into his wet hand as he pushes firmly into him with his own.

"So sweet.." the knight forces out at Yeosang's repetitive deep moans, and Yeosang hears nothing else in the world but Jongho. His thumping beats of his heart, the struggles of his panting, the blood dragging arousement along his veins, hairs rising, the slick noises of the lubricant making the drag and pull game smooth and desirable. The boy believes he falls the most in love with the way the knight gazes so intensely up at him as if he was to be treated like one of those ancient Greek Gods no one else believes in. He feels one of Jongho's strong arms slide around his slightly smaller figure until he takes him around the back of his head to lead them into a kiss on the lips as they make love.

The young knight steadies himself with his left arm as he presses his lips more neigh the other's, seeking for a deeper spot, "I think I may have fallen in love.. with you."

"I love you," Jongho mumbles with his tongue pressing against the soft surface, making him levitate in a way he never has felt before.

"I love you too," the boy retorts, stroking the knight through his hair as he moans into their shared kisses when his movements start giving him quantities of pure gratification - a soaring he never will come down from.

Jongho moans at the next touch of his insides, panting between Yeosang's lips touching his, "I love you more."

And the cup has turned over.

Yeosang's hand fiddles down to his length again where he touches him all over. His drowsy mind has him already seeing stars.

"I love you more than that."

"I love you the most. It will be impossible to even express how much I love you."

He melts in his arms before his sight darkens. He feels Jongho's heat pulling him to a different place and they part their entangled lips. For a moment, Yeosang can only feel the buzzing sensation of his mind being both full and empty at the same time. And he stills his hips to the faint sound of Jongho groaning as he comes before his teeth drag across the skin that smells so dearly sweet. The peaks prick against the surface before his own orgasm strikes him, but instead of pulling away, the drag of blood has him sinking deeper until his sharp teeth are buried into the knight's neck, tearing soul and heart apart.

Jongho's gasps for air vary into a raw, guttural scream that breaks the walls apart for so many to hear. But Yeosang is far from present while he bites harder to let the blood trickle into his mouth for him to swallow hungrily, despite Jongho's desperate hands pressing around Yeosang's head. The tears drip from his eyes and run down into the sheets as the pain muffles him to lose his voice completely. Jongho clenches his eyes shut as Yeosang pulls out of him and crawls closer to where he feeds his needs with claws growing under the knight's skin. If Jongho had wanted to, he would have been capable of defending himself from the other's attack - but come what may, he lets Yeosang lap the amounts of blood he pleases without any fight.

All his questions to his sudden well when everyone had thought he was already dead, have just been answered.

Jongho knows that Yeosang is not human anymore, but something far more threatening.

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