"Jimin."

Namjoon's voice was breathy, frightened. His eyes were lustful as Jimin circled his hips against his clothed ass, and he let out a soft whine as Jimin leaned down to suck roughly at his mark.

"Jess warned me about my hunger." Jimin rumbled softly, started to undress Namjoon. "That I might drink you dry if I went straight to you after my recreation."

Namjoon tensed up. No matter how many times Jimin had drank his blood, he'd always feel a bit fearful before the pleasure hit. It was dangerous: although they did sign the oath, the sacred oath never promised that the vampire couldn't drink their submissive till they were simply a lump of flesh and bone.

"So I drank other's blood before I came." Jimin opened his eyes, staring calmly at Namjoon with his soft red eyes. "It was sour: my body could barely digest it after getting used to your little treat."

Namjoon whimpered, squeezing his eyes shut as Jimin rubbed his hand expertly against Namjoon's now bare-cock. "But now, my hunger diminished, I can indulge myself in your sweet blood."

And without warning, Jimin thrusted into Namjoon and bit down at his mark. A stifled squeal left his lips and Namjoon was left breathless as Jimin roughly rammed into the older's puckering little hole, suckling and licking hungrily at his blood.

Namjoon let out a load moan as Jimin's dick hit against his prostate sweetly and Jimin silenced him with a kiss. The older tried to ignore the metallic taste of his own blood, and he was half-grateful when Jimin pulled away.

"B-be quiet." Jimin stuttered out, his own head being thrown back in pleasure. " 'M fucking you on Taehyung's bed: do you think he'd be pleased to know his sheets are going to be covered in your cum if you're not patient?"

Namjoon gasped, eyes bulging as he tried to contain himself. Jimin thrusted fluidly into him and Namjoon jerked his hips upwards, his cock spurting out precum.

"Making a mess." Jimin snarled, rubbing his free hand against Namjoon's tanned belly. "Who's gonna clean this up?"

Namjoon blinked, trying to hold back the tears that spilled down his cheeks. At that, Jimin paused and kissed away his tears, leaning down to drink some more of his blood. "Just playing, baby. Alright? I love you." He murmured, before sinking himself deeply into him and spilling his hot seed into Namjoon's hole.

At the feeling of something so warm flooding into his body, Namjoon arched his back and came. He whimpered, gasping and squirming as Jimin stroked his cock, milking him until he was panting in a mess of oversensitivity and contentedly closing his eyes.

"Not here." Jimin cooed, pulling him back awake. "Gotta clean up first, right?"

Namjoon wriggled around on the bed, patting down on the bedsheets and breathing out a sigh of relief when the sheets seemed fairly dry and clean.

Jimin's lips twitched in what seemed like a smile. "Leave it. He'll scent it sooner or later: this is just payback for him not trusting me."

Namjoon stifled a little giggle and smiled as Jimin swooped down to kiss him, melting into the warmth of Jimin's plump lips. "Mm." Namjoon mumbled, closing his eyes as Jimin scooped him up in his powerful arms. He opened them as he suddenly felt cold tile underneath his bottom and blinked when Jimin filled up the bathtub next to him.

Jimin looked up and sniffed as he heard a loud, stifled squeak come from downstairs. "Taehyung must be eating as well."

And at those words, for some reason, Namjoon felt a spark of alarm. Jimin must've felt the sudden change of mood as he looked back at Namjoon with a raised eyebrow, lips still a bit stained with his own blood. Quickly, he smiled back and shook those looming thoughts out of his head.

Jimin carefully lifted Namjoon into the tub and the older sighed, closing his eyes and laying back on Jimin's chest. The younger caressed his head, leaning down to kiss him on his ears and murmuring, "Don't worry about Jin; if he's allowed Taehyung to drink from him twice, they'll both be safe in their own embraces, alright?"

-

"Sit still."

Seokjin gasped out, squirming in Taehyung's grip as pain coursed through his body. The vampire was still drinking, licking and suckling on the two little holes at his collarbone. He allowed a soft moan to escape his lips, and he cursed himself for getting turned on when someone was drinking his blood.

"T-Tae—" Seokjin trembled. "I-I'm gonna c-cum."

Taehyung chuckled amusedly, licking a strip up his neck and tasting his sweet flesh. "From this?" Taehyung mused, massaging Seokjin's thighs as he licked over his bite mark, healing the skin. "Cum then. It'll be cute: seeing you fall apart without me even touching your little cock once."

Seokjin whined, wanting nothing more than Taehyung's hands to bring him to his high, but his muscular fingers stayed massaging his thighs. With a shudder, Seokjin arched his back off of Taehyung and came in his boxers.

Taehyung cooed softly in his ear. "You were delicious, as always."

Seokjin slumped back into the taller's embrace and panted, feeling exhausted from the simple session. He was beginning to close his eyes when Taehyung lifted his leg, jerking him back awake. "No, no sleeping, baby." Taehyung scolded playfully. "We're not alone. I hope Namjoon and Jimin move back to their house soon."

Seokjin groaned and shifted around, feeling uncomfortable with his cum still stained between his legs. "I jus' wanna sleep." Seokjin mumbled, nuzzling his nose inside of Taehyung's neck. "After everything that's happened, I really just wanna rest."

Taehyung raised an eyebrow. "Maybe if Jimin wasn't an idiot and went all vampire in public, we'd be safe and cuddled up in the warmth of your room."

Seokjin closed his eyes. "Maybe."

And at that moment, Seokjin was surprised at himself. Did he really find comfort in Taehyung's embrace, when only a couple of weeks ago, he was trying his best to stay away from the male?

But he didn't care. He shrugged those thoughts away and dozed off in Taehyung's grip, listening to the lulling noises of his lover's soft, warm breaths and the rising and falling of his chest, as if he were rocking him to sleep.

-

The morning sunlight was pale. Taehyung must've bathed him whilst he slept, God knows how he remained asleep during that, as his skin was soft and smelled of the sweet strawberry soap that he used.

As Seokjin blinked open his eyes, he yawned and turned around, expecting to see Taehyung's sleeping face, but jerked back when he spotted a jittering crow at the end of his desktop.

"What the—?!"

He was interrupted by the bird with a loud squawk. Flapping its wings, the crow dropped a little bottle at the foot of his bed, shook its feathers and disappeared in a puff of black smoke. Seokjin stared at the spot where it had stood and shook his head. What the fuck.

He picked up the note and unscrewed the bottle, rolling open the paper. Was this the same paper as the one that Taehyung had found yesterday?

Meet me at the front your friend's bakery.

Preferably before the sun sets.

We have some things to discuss.

-JJ

Seokjin frowned. He was tempted to crumple up the paper and toss it out the window, but his curiosity got to the best of him. Slipping out of bed, he threw on some clothes and left the house unnoticed, leaving him to ponder where Taehyung seemed to have gone.

-

He made a brisk trip to Hoseok's bakery, where he assumed the letter was asking him to meet. It was odd: the fact that he seemed to be running almost desperately to see this JJ. He couldn't help it: he was a curious person and this sort of stuff was far too good to ignore.

As he rounded the corner, he was surprised to see a tall girl, clad in black, staring directly at him as if she could sense his approach. He approached the girl, out of breath, and asked softly, "Are you JJ?"

With a small, silent smile, she nodded. "Hello, Seokjin. I've heard a lot about you."

"About me?" Seokjin echoed.

The girl nodded again. "You've seemed to tame the rather famous binge-vampire, Kim Taehyung?" Her eyes glinted as she spoke his name. "He's killed more humans than you've met in ten lifetimes." She sighed and leaned back in her chair.

Scowling, Seokjin sat in front of her, pulling a chair to the table. "S-so, you sent the crow to us? Twice?" He didn't wait for an answer. "What did you mean in the first message, to beware those that cower beneath you, or something like that?"

The girl smiled. "Yes. But don't be afraid; I am a human just as you are."

He blinked. "Then h-how—?"

She broke him off with a laugh, as if she knew what he was going to say next. "What? How can I use magic, when I am simply human?" She raised a little finger and the tip glowed a soft little purple. "My husband is also a vampire. We signed the oath of eternal marriage sixty years ago, and yes I know I look young," she said, as Seokjin opened his mouth, "but it is an oath of eternal marriage. Unless one dies, the other will wither away as well."

Seokjin clamped his jaws shut and studied her appearance. She was obviously young, her skin soft and pure, clean of acne and perfectly tanned. Her dark green eyes seemed to glow ominously at Seokjin, and her pink lips were tugged up in an amused smile. Even her brown hair was straight and silky, looking slick in the soft morning light.

"But there is one thing that humans are unaware of,"

Seokjin pricked his ears and looked up at her again.

Her eyes glimmered. "The vampires are not the strongest one in the relationship." She raised a hand for silence, and Seokjin began to grow annoyed. He had hurried his morning to meet this girl, and she seemed to be spilling information endlessly, far too quickly for him to comprehend and think over. Why wasn't she letting him ask questions? How was he supposed to know if she was good or bad?

"Think about it," she continued, "they use humans like toys, signs of high rank and respect. Whoever has the most submitting human is considered the top of the vampire rank, and guess who's on top?"

Seokjin raised an eyebrow. "Who?"

She smiled. "You. And your little mate."

Taken aback, he tried to speak but to his utter irritation he was cut off again. "Vampires need us to be powerful, to stay alive. Without us, they'd be dead, crawling over to us on their knees, begging for our blood." She pulled out a little safety pin from her little purse at the side and pricked her thumb. "This? This is liquid gold to them." Seokjin cringed as her blood dripped onto the table, but to his confusion, the blood seeped into the wooden table and vanished.

"So I've come to tell you about some interesting news." She clapped her hands neatly and tucked away the safety pin. Entwining her fingers in Seokjin's unsuspecting ones, she smirked up at him.

"I'll teach you how to make your pretty little vampire bend down on his knees, begging for you."

Seokjin's eyes rounded.

"Begging for your blood."