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It is a perfect night to tell ghost stories, a campfire crackling against the cool autumn air, but Yoongi is one yawn from falling asleep. It’s his own fault. He knows. He doesn’t believe in ghosts, witches, vampires, and ghouls. As a child, he didn’t want to dress up as a monster, and instead opted to finagle candy by imitating his hero, Donald Duck.
“... And then my mom woke up and she saw this little Victorian girl at the foot of her bed,” Namjoon, Yoongi’s best friend, says with a flashlight pressed under his chin. “So she invited someone to cleanse our house of spirits. And this lady came and burned some sage and did some chants. My mom hasn’t seen the girl again.”
They’re taking turns, telling their haunted tales. Yoongi makes a face, and Namjoon catches it.
“What— you don’t believe me?” the taller man huffs, folding in his arms. “This was my mom, hyung. Why would she lie?”
“Why would she see a Victorian ghost? Do we live in England?” Yoongi spits back, point his finger. “Did I miss the memo where ghosts learned how to buy fucking plane tickets? What would a Victorian girl be doing in Korea, man?”
Namjoon pouts, unable to argue that logic. Instead, he shrugs. “I dunno. It’s ghosts. They do ghost shit.”
Yoongi sighs. “There was never a ghost. Your mom probably saw too many movies and her brain decided to freak her out.”
Hoseok, Yoongi’s other best friend, calls him out. “Alright, fine. Why don’t you tell us a ghost story.”
Namjoon passes Yoongi the flashlight, which he immediately turns off. “I’ve never seen a ghost because there is no such thing as ghosts.”
“Okay, how about a vampire or a witch?” Jin, Yoongi’s other, other best friend, speaks up. “Because one time at the mall, I swear that I met—”
“There is no such thing as vampires or witches,” Yoongi says. “They’re as real as Santa Claus.”
Namjoon covers his ears. “I resent the fact that you keep trying to destroy my childlike wonderment. Please, can you let a bitch breathe?”
Yoongi sighs, taking a swig of his shit awful, pumpkin-flavored beer. He’s tired this spooky holiday, and he wishes he never agreed to go camping with his friends. Usually, around this time on Halloween, he’d be balls deep in some guy dressed up as an anime character.
“I’m going to bed,” he says, carding his hand through his wavy brown locks. “And if any of you guys try to jump scare me during the night, I’m stabbing you with this bottle.”
His friends send him off, throwing marshmallows at him whilst calling him a party pooper. Yoongi couldn’t care less. He shuffles off to the tent, zips himself in, and wiggles into his sleeping bag. He falls asleep quickly, warm with beer and full of smores.
***
Yoongi doesn’t know how long he’s been out when some rustling wakes him up. The man grumbles, bladder full, and joints aching like he’d been using them for many decades despite being only twenty-four.
A twig snaps in the distance.
“Joonie, is that you?” Yoongi asks loudly.
Namjoon is fast asleep, along with his other two best friends, on either side of him. This eliminates the most likely culprits. Maybe, it just the wind then.
Yoongi hears another branch snap and something that sounds like a baby crying. The man sighs, wondering if this could be some sort of remote prank. He wouldn’t put it past them.
He shuffles out of the tent. If he’s awake, he might as well alleviate himself, and investigate at the same time.
The man grabs the abandoned flashlight, set on a tree stump near the dying fire. He opens the thing, shooting a beam out into the inky darkness. There’s nothing but dead leaves and gnarled tree limbs.
Yoongi sighs, disappointed with himself. He can’t believe that he let those ghost stories get to him for even a split second. The man tucks the flashlight into his pocket. Then he walks a decent distance away from the campsite to take a whiz.
That’s when a loud, dangerous crack startles him, such that he sprays piss everywhere.
“Who the fuck’s there?” Yoongi shouts, turning around, expecting one of his friends to be there, trying to scare him, only it’s nothing.
The man sighs, turning back around, when he noticed a pair of big green eyes, glowing in the bushes. Yoongi stumbles backward, heart pounding. He quickly pulls out his flashlight, ready to beat any monster that tries to eat his cock. “Fight me.”
The beam opens on the creature.
It’s a harmless little cat, dark fur and great big eyes.
“Oh,” Yoongi sighs, putting his dick back into his pants. “You’re just a little kitten, aren’t you?”
The cat meows, licking its paw before sauntering away. It has a collar, not like those pet store ones. It’s a necklace with a pretty, oval pendant in the middle.
“What are you doing out here?” Yoongi coos. “Are you lost?”
The kitten shakes its head, and for a second the man almost believes that it understands him.
“You’re a smart kitty,” Yoongi laughs at himself. “But you’re not that smart.”
The kitten blinks at him several times before it trots off as if offended by Yoongi’s choice words.
“Hey, where ya going?” Yoongi follows, worried about the animal’s safety. It’s probably lost and hungry, though the sheen of its coat says otherwise.
But what kind of people live in the middle of the woods like this? Who could even afford to?
As if to prove Yoongi wrong, a mansion appears over the horizon, complete with stain glass windows, and a high iron fence running all the way around it.
What the fuck? Who lives in a fucking mansion in the middle of nowhere like this?
The kitten meows, scratching at the gate which groans open at his timid paws.
“You live in there?” Yoongi whispers.
The kitten nods, licking his paws again. The man sighs. He can’t let this baby animal out of his sight, even if his house is right there. Yoongi picks the little guy up and carries him through the threshold.
And as if sensing Yoongi’s entry, the gate snaps shut. Hard as the man tries, he can’t get it open again. Maybe it’s powered electronically. He’ll have to ring the doorbell and explain to them why he’s there at this ungodly hour.
Yoongi knocks on the door first, which surprisingly creaks open to a living room bathed in warm, yellow light.
“Hello?” the man calls out.
At first, there’s no answer, only the sound of soft jazz playing the distance. Yoongi frowns. He swears that it’s Kenny G’s Careless Whisper. “Is anyone home?”
“Jungkook, is that you? Are you back from your food run?” a deep voice responds from the next room, separated by a high arch, which complements the rest of the decorum.
It’s like he’s walked onto the set of a Bond movie, where everything is accented in red, and the ceiling is adorned with a brilliant, crystal chandelier. The walls are covered in expensive paintings, that scream, ‘originals’.
Yoongi follows the sound. “Excuse me, Sir. I found your kitten wandering in the woods—”
The stranger is obscured by one of those really old looking period armchairs, with a high velvet back. He stands and turns to Yoongi, and it’s immediately clear that the man is not human.
He’s just too perfect with these brilliant, almond eyes, full lips, and a strong jawline. But most importantly, he has two pointed fangs jutting out his mouth, and star-shaped pupils.
“That’s a really cool c-costume, man,” Yoongi whispers, knowing in his gut that it’s not. He’s looking at a real, living and breathing (maybe?) vampire.
“Jungkook, this one’s filthy. Couldn’t you find a cleaner human?” the creature asks.
Yoongi has no idea who the vampire could be talking to since they’re the only people in the room. It takes him a full ten seconds to realize it’s the cat, who chooses that moment to wriggle out his arms.
In an eyeblink, the cat turns into a tall, muscular, naked man, adorned with that same pretty pendant and those same green eyes.
Yoongi’s mind screams at him. He needs to get the fuck out of here. But his body reacts calmly, handling his breakdown extremely well.
“You know, I am filthy. You guys deserve better so I’ll just show myself out,” Yoongi says, shocked that he’s retained all his verbal facilities. He turns to leave, going at a pace that’s not immediately noticeable.
And somehow in that second it takes to turn around, Jungkook has circumvented him, staring him down with bright eyes, and what appears to be a thick, throbbing cock. “Tae-hyung is picky, but I’m not. You’ll do just fine.”
The cat-man flashes his fangs, causing Yoongi to fall backward on his butt. “Please don’t eat me. I don’t have good health insurance.”
The handsome man laughs, suddenly distracted, pointing at Yoongi’s crotch as he closes in. “Is that flashlight in your pocket, or are you happy to see me?”
Yoongi fumbles around for a second, fishing out the device. “It’s a flashlight, you saw me use it!”
Jungkook smiles, lowering himself to the balls of their feet, such that they’re eye level. “I know. I just always wanted to say that line.”
“God, I forget how young you are until you stay shit like that,” Taehyung spits in the background, folding his arms.
Yoongi’s heart pounds hard in his chest, vaporizing the air from his lungs. He tries to get up but his legs are noodles, and his sense of coordination is jelly. Before he can gather his thoughts, the room temperature drops twenty degrees.
“Why are you making all this noise?” a high voice echoes from upstairs. Yoongi swallows against a lump in his throat, as the room fills with smoke.
Do these guys have a fog machine or something—
Another vampire appears in the doorway, silver hair and eyes like red coals. He’s flawless, the most stunning man that Yoongi has ever seen. He watches the other two, wearing an apathetic expression.
Jungkook seems afraid. He shrinks back, turning into a black bunny and hopping away. This leaves the other vampire to answer for all the noised they’d apparently been making.
“Sorry, Jimin,” Taehyung says softly. “We were just—”
The terrifying vampire catches sight of Yoongi. Oh god, the human wishes he could vanish. But for inexplicable reasons, the vampire smiles at him, his features softening. Yoongi’s spellbound, drawn to him, even though he knows he’s the moth and this man is the flame.
“You’re a pretty thing, aren’t you?” Jimin hums. “But you’re all dirty. Why don’t you come with me and I’ll draw you a nice warm bath?”
As good as that sounds, Yoongi’s really keen on keeping that blood he has inside his body. “No thank you, sir.”
Jimin licks his lips, coating the full, pink flesh, in a glossy sheen. “Let’s make a deal. We’re not going to hurt you, baby. In fact, I’m in the business of making all of our patrons feel very, very good.”
Something strange and sweet bubbles in Yoongi’s stomach. He ignores it because he isn’t actually considering this.
Is he?
“We’re gonna let you come,” Jimin whispers into the shell of his ear. “Then, we’re gonna let you go.”
Yoongi doesn’t answer, but his traitorous cock does, fattening up and straining against his pants. Jimin smiles, fingers trailing down his belly, stopping just short of touching it.
“So, what do you say, human?” Jimin coos, causing Yoongi’s to flush a deep pink.
“Deal,” he whispers shamefully back.
***
The human finds himself in front of a luxurious, four-post bed, having taken a bath in a garden tub. He pulls his robe around his chest tighter, inspecting the empty room that the vampires had left him in. He’s nervous. He not exactly sure what he’s signed up for, and how sex works between four people.
“All clean, human?” a voice buzzes in his ear.
Yoongi turns around lightning fast. It’s Jungkook again. He must have some sort of ability to sneak up on people besides the obvious shapeshifting one.
“I am,” Yoongi answers.
Jungkook leans in, nosing along his neckline, inhaling deeply. “You smell good, really good. Why don’t you get on the bed and take off that silly thing?”
Yoongi flushes, clinging to his robe. He’s anxious. Sure he’s had his fair share of partners, but never ones this gorgeous, and never three of them at the same time.
Taehyung glides into the room. “You can’t be that forward, Kookie. Humans don’t like being naked. You have to take it slow, make them feel nice and safe first.”
Yoongi wants to object, but he finds very little fault in the vampire’s logic. He would like to feel nice and safe first before getting into his birthday suit.
Taehyung circles around him, pressing up against Yoongi’s spine before he starts gently massaging the human’s shoulders. Yoongi has to stifle a moan against the back of his hand, as heat tingles in his stomach.
“What’s your name, baby?” the vampire asks, kissing the nape of his neck which sends unwarranted electricity into his groin.
“Y-Yoongi,” he sputters.
“That’s a pretty name,” another speaks.
It’s Jimin, appearing in the room behind a column of hazy smoke.
“Thanks,” Yoongi flushes, as the man pressing a finger under his chin, to lift up his gaze.
Their eyes lock.
“And that’s such a pretty color,” Jimin whispers. “On your cheeks, on your lips.”
“T-Thanks,” he repeats, heart thudding hard in his chest as he’s slowly guided to the bed, back hitting the sinfully soft mattress. “So how do we go about— you know.”
Jimin pressing a finger to his lips. “It’s not that hard. If it’s too much, tell us to stop. Whatever you want, simply ask. Otherwise, lay back and enjoy, Yoongi. Do you understand?”
The man shudders, hearing his name in the soft timbre of the vampire’s voice. “I think so.”
“Then, tell us what you want?” Taehyung whispers, hands gliding passed Yoongi’s robe, trailing along his chest.
“Can you kiss me?” Yoongi asks, gaze trained on the man’s lips.
Taehyung laughs, “Which one of us?”
Yoongi swallows thickly, leaning back on his palms, trying not to blink so he doesn’t miss a second of looking at these three beautiful men. “A-All of you.”
They laugh simultaneously, their voices a beautiful harmony. Jungkook leans in first. “You’re a greedy boy, aren’t you?”
Yoongi not sure what to say when the man captures his lips, rough and eager, nipping his lower lip, nearly drawing blood. The young vampire’s hands comb through his messy locks, commanding, and selfish, and utterly decadent. The human’s gasping for air when Jungkook finally lets him go, starved for oxygen.
That’s when Taehyung swoops in, a kitten kiss on his jawline, before going in for the kill. He’s a lazy kisser, deeper, more intimate, tongue licking at the seam of Yoongi’s lip, asking for entrance. The human parts his mouth. Taehyung slowly explores, leaning back every so often to draw him out. Yoongi leans forward but Taehyung pushes him back, smug by how willing he is.
Yoongi flushes, turning away when his senses return. But before he can get a real break, Jimin cups his face, staring deep into his eyes. And then still watching, the vampire kisses him softly, followed by another peck that has Yoongi’s eyes fluttering shut. Jimin kisses him again and again, each time drawing it out longer, only stopping when Yoongi’s really into it.
Jimin’s a tease, and that has the human leaning forward, clutching at the hem of his shirt, melting into his embrace. The final kiss is agony, slow and liquid fire. It’s as if Yoongi’s made of strings and Jimin’s sole joy in life is pulling them apart.
“Fuck,” Yoongi groans, panting from the excursion, eyes cast downward on the expensive embroidered, satin sheets. “Damn.”
Jimin smirks, pleased with himself. He scoots back, creating a little space between them. The vampire starts stripping slowly, giving Yoongi an eyeful of his delicate shoulders. The other two follow, pulling off their clothes. Jungkook’s much less reserved, tugging at his shirt until the buttons pop off and the seams rip.
Yoongi has so much to look at, he doesn’t know which direction to turn his head. The way he darts around. dividing his attention between them like a squirrel with too many nuts, has the three of them laughing.
Yoongi’s already seen Jungkook naked, but there something about the reveal that makes it just as surprising as the first time. The man’s so powerfully built. His muscles have muscles, hard abs, and thick, thick thighs.
Taehyung is his opposite and compliment. The man is well built, but he’s thin and lithe, made gracefully, with long, slender limbs. His skin’s golden, unlike his paler companions. Something about it tells Yoongi that it tastes as good as it looks
Jimin softly exhales, drawing Yoongi’s attention. It seems he’s not going to take his clothes off unless he sure the man is watching. When they lock eyes, Jiming flicks his tongue to the corner of his mouth, eyes glowing scarlet. His fingers, surprisingly short, fly up to undo his buttons, revealing his skin inch by inch.
And Yoongi has eyes. He only has to see. Jimin is beautiful, hard and soft in all the right places, a tapered waist, and a stupidly fat ass. He lifts off his knees, tugging his pants down, revealing an enormous cock, turning Yoongi on as much as it intimidates him. The silver-haired vampire seems to get off on being watched, soft moans escaping his mouth as he strips completely bare.
Then they’re all naked, save for the identical pendants adorning their necks.
And Yoongi’s still clothed. The human sighs, wishing he had a little more definition in his body. But he’s already skipped one too many gym days to lounge around on his couch, watching movies on his phone. Oh well.
The human pulls at the tie around his robe, letting the thing fall open. He quickly shrugs it off, not exactly sure how to be sexy about it. Yoongi almost wants to apologize. They were probably expecting him to be more cut, or at least—
Jungkook rushes forward, tongue swirling around the human’s sensitive nipple. Yoongi loses his train of thought, as soft moans spill from his lips. The young vampire’s hand darts up, so he can work the other nub.
Yoongi gasps, sucking a needed breath between clenched teeth. The pleasure is sharp, acute, jolting down his spine. He endures it the best he can, gritting his teeth. He doesn’t want to embarrass himself so early in the game, coming from having his nipples teased.
Taehyung smiles at him, visage darkening a fraction. “What do you want, baby?”
Yoongi flushes crimson, heat burning the skin on his cheeks. “I— my ass.”
Taehyung tugs him forward harshly, much stronger than he looks. Yoongi falls back, head hitting a pillow. Jungkook doesn’t even notice, adjusting simultaneously, keep that delicious, wet heat on his chest. Taehyung throws Yoongi’s legs over his wide shoulders, smirking at him briefly before his head disappears.
Yoongi gasps, a twisting pleasure shooting through his body. He fists the sheets to keep himself grounded as Taehyung licks into his ass, circling the rim, pushing in lazily, teasing his insides open.
“Ah fuck,” Yoongi shouts, tears streaming down his face from the stimulus. Jimin seems to read his mind, find a space between the other two, and wrapping those thick, plump lips around his cock. He doesn’t give Yoongi any time to steady himself, tongue licking along the vein, before swallowing the whole length.
It’s all too much, the way Jungkook’s making these wet, slurping noises while playing with his sensitive nipples. And Taehyung’s teasing his ass open, in that lazy, agonizingly slow way. That paired with Jimin’s hot, tight mouth, throat like a noose around the tip of his dick.
“W-wait,” Yoongi screams. But it’s already too late. The man comes hard, making all these high, broken, whiny noises, in a register he didn’t think he had. The vampires give him no respite, sucking, nipping, and teasing him through his orgasm, and right into the realms of prickling oversensitivity. “S-Stop.”
The vampires move away finally, fangs popped and eyes glowing predatorily. Yoongi sucks in a few desperate lungfuls of air, chest heaving, as he tries to steady himself. “Give me a minute.”
They don’t move, watching him hungrily, not saying a word. Yoongi wishes he could keep up, but he’s soft and squishy, while these guys are all godly bodies, chiseled from flawless marble.
“It’s not like that, Yoongi,” Jimin whispers. “You’re beautiful too, just like us. Maybe even more. There’s nothing so gorgeous as something that’s fragile.”
Yoongi flushes, and it takes a good second before he realizes the vampire had read his mind and consoled his bodily woes. “I— you—”
Jimin answers with a simple nod, before he swings his leg over the man, straddling Yoongi’s chest. “Which of us should go first?”
Jungkook circles around, nosing at Yoongi’s leg. “I’m the youngest; let me have him first.”
Yoongi’s stomach is in knots, knowing that Jimin’s swimming around in his head. The vampire must feel his excitement, liking how rough Jungkook is, and fearing it at the same time.
“I—” Yoongi begins.
“You’re going to hurt him,” Jimin snarls, flashing his fangs, not unlike what a top dog would do to showcase his dominance.
Jungkook’s kissing the soft of Yoongi’s thighs. He’s careful this time, showing his restraint. “I’ll be careful. I like him. He’s pretty. Won’t hurt him.”
Yoongi swallows audibly, watching the three of them, tension slowly rising as they all want to be the first to have his ass.
“Let Jungkook go first,” the human finally says. “It looks like he’ll be fast.”
Yoongi immediately regrets the word as soon as they leave his mouth. Jungkook pouts, folding his arms. Taehyung stifles a smile, behind his thick knobby fingers. “Well, he’s not wrong.”
Jungkook twists into position, lining himself up, cursing under his breath. Yoongi tenses. He’s not ready, not nearly enough. Jungkook clearly doesn’t understand how bodies work.
Taehyung pushes the younger out of the way. “You’re gonna rip him in half like that, idiot. It takes a lot more time to open a Human up.”
Jungkook sighs, hanging his head apologetically. “S-Sorry.”
Taehyung clicks his teeth before he dips his hand somewhere under the bed. Yoongi doesn’t know what he expects the vampire to find, certainly not regular lube, the kind he, himself, occasionally buys at the pharmacy.
Yoongi’s thankful, right up until Taehyung inserts one thick, slick finger into his ass. Then he burns, bucking down into the sensation greedily. How can fingers be that fucking long?
Taehyung laughs. “Easy, baby. Don’t worry. I’ll open you up nice and slow.”
The man’s knuckles press against Yoongi’s prostate, causing his cock to harden again, even though he’d come just a few minutes ago. It’s agony, the way the man scissors him apart, edging him along another orgasm, but then abruptly pausing before tipping him over.
By the end of it, Yoongi a slurring mess, voice broken as he begs. “P-Please.”
The human suspects that Taehyung has a bit of a sadistic streak, and he’d enjoy doing just this for the rest of the night, if not for Jimin, who pins the man down with a sharp look. Taehyung back away with a grin, licking his slicked up fingertips.
Jungkook senses his moment, positioning himself again. He slides in easily, casing Yoongi only the slightest pinch of pain.
“Ohh,” the vampire groans, bowing his head. “Y-You’re so warm.”
Yoongi has no answer except another needy whine as he ruts against the vampire thick cock. Jungkook forces his thighs open as far as they will go, and then he trusts in, meeting Yoongi’s rhythm. It must be a mess down there but Yoongi cant see. Jimin’s still sitting on his chest, just getting off from the way Yoongi looks.
“You’re so beautiful like this,” Jimin praises him. “You like it so much, don’t you?”
Yoongi’s way too fucked up to answer. Instead, he reaches up, wanting Jimin’s lips on his again. The silver vampire is happy to oblige, licking into his mouth, while his free hand tugs at Yoongi’s cock.
It takes no time at all for Jungkook to find the human’s prostate. When he does, the man angles himself to hit it like a bullseye with every thrust. He pushes in, strokes getting sloppy, forehead glossy with sweat.
“I-I’m close,” Jungkook whines, and with one final thrust, the two come together.
Yoongi’s seeing stars, his body tired and numb. Jungkook pulls out roughly, flopping over on the bed, panting heavily. Taehyung gives him a pat on the chest, before rewarding the younger with a decadent kiss, knowing full well that Yoongi’s watching.
“Fuck,” the man hisses, head swirling.
Jimin’s pretty fingers pull Yoongi’s face towards his, stealing him from the others. “Which of us next, pretty boy?”
Yoongi’s so tired. He knows he’s not going to make it if he has to do two trips. “B-both.”
Jimin quirks an eyebrow. “Well aren’t you full of surprises?”
Yoongi wonders how that can be if the vampire can read his mind. He doesn’t ask. He just wriggles into position, hand on Jimin’s hip, guiding him into place. Jimin’s pliant, sliding down the length of his body as if he were a pole.
Taehyung appears behind him, helping him to sit up. “We're gonna make you feel so good, baby.”
Yoongi’s stomach stirs, heat building again in his gut, this time much slower due to having already orgasmed twice.
Come to think of it, he’s never orgasmed more than that ever in his life, not in one session like this. He’s not even sure he can.
Jimin smiles him darkly, hand darting down to give his rim a teasing rub down, lubing it up more. “Don’t worry, we can make you come again, pretty baby.”
Taehyung lifts him up as if he weighs as much as a doll. The vampire drops him back down, in just the right way so that he’s fully seated right on top of his dick. Yoongi groans, as pleasure-pain ripples through his body, from the place of their connection to every fiber of his being.
“H-Hurts,” Yoongi mumbles weakly.
Jimin answers by slathering more lobe until it’s a complete mess down there. But it only marginally helps. Yoongi’s sore, and it has nothing to do with how slick he is. He’s not made of the same stuff as these guys. He needs a longer respite, but then he risks falling asleep and killing the mood. “Hurry.”
Jimin gives Yoongi’s cock an encouraging tug. “Stay with me, yeah?”
“Okay,” he slurs, voice hoarse.
Taehyung starts rotating his hips, nice and easy. Yoongi whimpers, traveling the knife’s edge between euphoria and agony. He’s thankful for the lazy rhythm for once, which builds him back up slow and steady.
Jimin smiles at him, “There ya go.”
Taehyung finds his prostate, teasing it, gliding against it smooth and easy. Yoongi keens, starting to rock his hips on his own. Jimin steadies him, before lining up his own cock.
It’s big. It’s really big. Yoongi’s not sure it will fit.
Jimin pushes in past the mess, and Yoongi’s ass eagerly sucks it in. The vampire groans, soft and high. “Look at you, taking us both so well.”
Yoongi’s past coherent sentences. He settles his head on Jimin’s shoulder, throwing his arms around the vampire. His mind is fuzzy, bright patches of light in his vision, as he rides the both of them.
It’s different, something he’s never felt before. They rub against his walls, stretching and burning him as they go. But it feels so fucking good, their dicks alternating, bumping against his prostate one after another, giving him a steady stream of pleasure.
Jimin grabs the globes of his ass, pumping into him quicker. The vampire's eyes bore into his, watching him twist and writhe from the pleasure.
"S-So beautiful," the silver vampire whispers, licking his lips. "You're so beautiful."
Yoongi whines, kissing Jimin one more time, as his stomach quickens. He comes dry, his dick still limp, ass squeezing against the intrusion. Jimin and Taehyung shudder, cocks twitching inside him, filling him up.
In that moment of pure bliss, he feels this strange, searing pain. It’s not unwelcoming, not at all, and when Yoongi looks, he realizes Jungkook is biting one of his wrists, Taehyung the other. And Jimin’s bent over in such a way that he’s clamped onto the soft of Yoongi’s thigh.
The pain vanishes as something from their bites flood into his system. Yoongi’s never felt this good before, not ever. His brainwashes out, surrendering to the floating feeling.
He lays there limply, just barely processing the rest. He realizes they’ve already stopped drinking from him. In fact, Jungkook is dressing his bite marks, dabbing something on them.
How much time has passed?
Yoongi tries to speak, but his mind is muddy. Jimin pushes his hair out of his eyes, staring down at him fondly. “Easy, baby. We’ll take care of you, clean you up, make you feel good.”
Yoongi nods, as a soft warmth envelops him. It’s a soft blanket, smelling of laundry detergent, covering him. He finds that he loves that scent, snuggling into it.
Taehyung’s massaging him under the covers, working out the tension and soreness in his muscles. He really appreciates that, savoring the way the fingers dance across his skin.
Jimin’s somewhere above him, kissing his forehead, playing with his hair, and whispering what a good boy he is. Yoongi mewls at it, wriggling himself deeper into the cocoon, wanting them all to join him.
Briefly, he registers something cool being draped around his neck, a spoon, or maybe a chain, he’s not sure. He’s not even sure who’s doing it.
“‘m tired,” Yoongi hums, and immediately the three vampires coo at him, showering him with more soft praises. “S-Sleepy.”
They seem to understand him, settling with him under the covers, wrapping around him, safe and warm.
Jimin presses a kiss to his temple, whispering something in his ear that he promptly forgets. Then finally the weight of their activities presses against Yoongi’s eyelids. He can no longer keep them open.
He surrenders to it, and it takes him away to blissful oblivion.
***
Yoongi opens his eyes, the sunlight shining into his retinas through an open, green flap above him. He’s a little disoriented, and thirsty, with a pounding headache. He pulls himself up, muscles aching with protest. Where did Jungkook, Taehyung, and Jimin go? And where the fuck did they leave him?
He scans around and realizes he’s back in the tent with his friends. They’re all still fast asleep, none the wiser.
What?
Yoongi shakes the cobwebs from his head. Had that all been a dream? But it felt so real. He was sure it was real.
Yoongi scurries out of the space, needing to ground himself to reality. There’s nothing but trees outside, as it should be. There’s no vampires or ghouls, just crisp forest air, and a sun rising over a soft, blue horizon.
The human sighs, “That was one crazy, fucking dream.”
Then he laughs. Of course, it was a dream. Vampires don’t exist, and that’s doubly true for sexy vampires that are willing to fuck him and pamper him.
So why is he so disappointed?
Yoongi looks down at his wrists, where he dreamed the vampires had bitten him. He expects to see smooth skin when he’s alerted to the faint puncture marks on either side. Yoongi’s hand shoots down this thigh, where he feels an unevenness in his skin under the flannel.
It wasn’t a dream.
“Holy fuck,” Yoongi hums, running off to where the mansion should be. Only the thing isn’t there anymore. It’s vanished like some b-rated movie magic. “Shit.”
Yoongi’s heart sinks. How could they give them the best fucking night of his life and just leave? He wishes he’d told them to fuck off when the offered their exchange of services. The man sullenly trudges back to the campsite, to rehydrate, and have a few cookies to level off his blood loss.
That’s when he feels something tickling his neck. He reaches into his shirt and pulls out a necklace, housing a pendant much like the ones the vampires had. On the back, there’s an inscription etched in the metal. It’s his name glimmering in pretty cursive letters, followed by the words, ‘come find us.’ as if stating a challenge.
Yoongi’s heart thuds in his chest, ready to meet it. He wants to see them again, maybe next Halloween, maybe sooner. He’s not sure.
The human returns to the campsite, to his friends groggily looking around for him.
Namjoon rubs his eyes. “Where did you go, hyung?”
Yoongi splits into a gummy smile. “Sit down, guys. I have a fucking spooky story to tell you.”
Jin moves his head from side to side, cracking his neck. “I thought there was no such thing as monsters.”
Yoongi laughs, hand squeezing around the pendant. “I have a story for the fucking ages. You will not believe what happened last night.”
His friends take the bate, gathering around, restarting their campfire to cook their breakfast. Yoongi scans around, soaking in their curious, eager faces. Then he regales him with the tales of his midnight escapades.
The smoke rises into the sky, carrying the smell of bacon and cooked apples, and the sound of laughter.