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Yunho knew it would be a difficult conversation, but nothing had prepared him for this.
Yunho had decided he wanted to be turned. It was not a decision he had made lightly. It was not a passing whim he’d woken up with on that particular morning. No… he had given it months of thought and plenty of consideration. He had talked through his feelings and concerns with Seonghwa on numerous occasions. He had discussed it with San and even Mingi, since he’d decided he wanted both of them to be involved.
Yunho knew that telling Hongjoong would be the hardest part, but he apparently had underestimated just how hostile the hunter’s reaction would be.
San and Mingi had both already worked out the logistics with Yunho, including a date and time. They had ensured Seonghwa would be around to monitor Yunho’s transition into vampirism, to be certain that the process was followed through correctly. Yunho had even told Jongho, who seemed entirely unfazed to hear it. He had merely hugged him, congratulated him and told him he was happy for him.
Hongjoong, however…
Hongjoong’s reaction was… extreme.
Yunho knew that Hongjoong didn’t handle emotional sit-downs very well, so he instead chose to ease him into the idea casually. But every small mention of being turned was instantly rebuffed.
In the kitchen, while heating up some leftovers, Yunho had chuckled and commented, “Can’t wait ‘til I’m a vampire and don’t have to worry about the late-night munchies anymore.”
Hongjoong had huffed and told him, “Don’t be so eager to throw out your humanity. I really miss traditional Korean food.”
Yunho couldn’t help but to roll his eyes, because that was never how he’d acted as a human. “Really? Because I remember you once saying that having to eat all the time was inconvenient and that food was just fuel.”
Hongjoong grimaced, then. “Of course I said that when I was going on days-long hunts.”
Yunho had just frowned and tried to get his food down even though his stomach was suddenly in knots.
Every similar comment was met with equal ire.
Yunho would mention not having the same stamina as San and Mingi was inconvenient, and Hongjoong would just brush it off, insisting that the novelty of his humanity was probably more of a turn-on for them than he realized.
Yunho finally realized he needed to just… tell him. Rip off the proverbial band-aid.
He knew it might not go well, but at least it would be over.
Except… Hongjoong took things far worse than he’d anticipated.
Yunho had decided he’d had enough with beating around the bush. So he just, told him. Outright and unmistakably clear, if at least a little hesitant.
“Hyung, tomorrow night, I’m going to have San and Mingi turn me.”
The silence that had followed the statement was deafening.
When Hongjoong finally responded, it was with a clear air of confusion and concern.
“What? Why? Are you sick? Is something wrong?”
“Huh? No, It’s just… it’s time, I think.” Yunho replied, wringing his hands. His heart was beating so loud he could hear it in his eardrums. He could only imagine Hongjoong was aware of it, too. “Every day I get older and I keep thinking ‘why am I waiting?’ There isn’t really any reason to stay human. I won’t be able to make certain weapons anymore, but honestly, those would only have been for Jongho since you can’t use them either. Plus with the coven’s monetary resources, you don’t really need me to be the one making your weapons anymore…”
“You’re worried about aging? Yunho, you’ve barely reached your mid-twenties.” Hongjoong scoffed. “When you get to be Eden’s age, maybe then you should start worrying.”
“I don’t want to stay a human for that long.” Yunho rebuffed somewhat weakly. “I’ve thought about it a lot, and I want it to be now.”
“You’re being ridiculous.” Hongjoong argued. “Think it over some more and I bet you’ll come to your senses.”
“I have thought it over, hyung. For over a year.” Yunho bit back. “I’ve talked it over with San and Mingi, even with Seonghwa. More than once. I’m only telling you now because I’m sure.”
“You’re making a mistake.” Hongjoong hissed. “This isn’t some… simple medical procedure. You’ll have to die. They’re going to kill you, and then give you their blood to turn you.”
“I know that.” Yunho replied in a raw voice. “That’s a big reason why I… haven’t done it before now. I’m nervous—I mean, I’d have to be an idiot not to be nervous—but every day I spend as a human just feels like… time ticking away.”
“It’s not a curse to be human. You should be enjoying it while you can.” Hongjoong growled. “Why would you want to throw away your humanity like that? There’s nothing wrong with you! You aren’t sick or dying or—”
“Being a vampire isn’t a bad thing.” Yunho reminded him. “Everyone you love in this house is a goddamn vampire!”
“Not everyone.” Hongjoong murmured.
Yunho seemed taken aback by that, huffing in embarrassment. “Well—if you really do love us, then you should understand when Jongho and I want to make that choice for ourselves.”
Hongjoong bristled. “Jongho too?”
“Not that I know of, not yet, but it’s inevitable.” Yunho countered.
“Well maybe I can talk some sense into him.” Hongjoong huffed. “You clearly don’t want to listen to reason.”
“I’m not asking permission.” Yunho said slowly, unwavering. “Maybe I wanted your blessing, but it doesn’t change my decision. This is my choice.”
“You’re making the wrong one.” Hongjoong sniped, snapping up his jacket and stalking out of the room.
Yunho was too sure in his decision to feel doubt, but he couldn’t deny the ache in his chest at being refused the support of the one person he’d hoped would have his back.
His eyes burned hot with tears, but he wiped them away before they could fall.
***
Seonghwa set his book aside as soon as Hongjoong barged into his room, snapping the door shut behind him.
Even if he had not overheard his shouting match with Yunho some hours before, he would have been able to tell by Hongjoong’s demeanor that he was upset.
“You’re troubled.”
Hongjoong snorted. “You always could read me like a book.”
“That much hasn’t changed.” Seonghwa replied.
“Plenty that has, though.” Hongjoong murmured.
“Care to talk about it?” Seonghwa asked softly.
“It’s just… this business with Yunho and San and Mingi.” Hongjoong groaned. “I guess… you’re aware of it? He said he talked to you—”
“He has, and I am.” Seonghwa confirmed.
Hongjoong let out a shuddering breath. “He—he wants them to turn him. Now. Soon. And I—I just don’t…”
Seonghwa nodded pensively. “It goes against everything you have ever believed.”
“I mean, I’d like to think that I’ve grown.” Hongjoong grumbled. “But the moment he brought it up I just… boiled with—I don’t even know. Anger? Resentment?”
“You did not resent Eden.” Seonghwa offered.
“Eden was dying.” Hongjoong reminded.
“You still feel that becoming a vampire is a choice to be made on one’s deathbed.” Seonghwa said, flatly not a question. “That Yunho would choose to be turned with no greater reason flies in the face of everything you have ever known.”
“I—yeah.” Hongjoong sighed. “It’s… it’s his choice, but I just… think he’s making the wrong one.”
“In the end, the choice is his alone.” Seonghwa told him, meaningful. “We can only offer our insight and our support.”
“I can’t.” Hongjoong hissed, raw. “I can’t support him. Not in this.”
Seonghwa only frowned, as though it truly pained him to hear so.
Hongjoong laughed bitterly. “You must think I haven’t learned anything, that I’m still some stupid, ignorant—”
“Hongjoong I love you.” Seonghwa cut him off, ardent.
The hunter’s words caught in his throat and he struggled to swallow them down. “I know. I know. But… you do.”
Seonghwa pressed his lips together before answering.
“I think that you are young. There is so much about the world you do not understand… that you cannot understand.” Seonghwa soothed, petting through his hair. “We trade time for wisdom. Understanding is not a destination. It is a journey. It is a constant learning experience. You will never know everything. I do not know everything.”
“So what you’re saying is I’m an ignorant idiot now, but that I’ll get better eventually.” Hongjoong grumbled.
“Listen to me.” Seonghwa said, pulling Hongjoong in until he sat upon his lap, the hunter refusing to look at him and staring studiously at the ground. “For so long as we cling to it, we can only ever be the product of our own upbringing. You have done so much to become the person you are today. Your own person. But there is always more to work on. And sometimes, we do not even know we still hold certain prejudices until they are staring us in the face.”
Hongjoong nodded. “I didn’t know it would bother me so much until he brought it up.”
“I know.” Seonghwa replied. “But Yunho needs your support, now more than ever.”
“I just… I don’t think I can, Seonghwa, and I know that makes me a horrible friend, I know you must think I’m such a terrible person, but—”
“Hongjoong.” Seonghwa warned softly. “All you can do is your best.”
The hunter sighed heavily, frustration mounting.
“I love you.” Seonghwa repeated.
“Fine.” Hongjoong mumbled, pressing a kiss to the corner of Seonghwa’s mouth. “Prove it.”
Seonghwa’s face fell, because he knew that Hongjoong was only looking for a distraction, for validation in some other form.
He knew that, but he would indulge him regardless.
“How would you have me?”
Hongjoong raised an eyebrow. “You gonna ask every time, now?”
“I thought it courteous.” Seonghwa returned.
“You never used to ask.” Hongjoong reminded him.
“You never used to indicate another preference before.” Seonghwa reasoned.
“Well, this time I was hoping you’d have me.” Hongjoong admitted.
Seonghwa nodded, dipping down to kiss his neck. “Very well.”
Hongjoong worried at his own bottom lip as Seonghwa prepped him. It was all a little clinical… at least compared to how he usually was. He didn’t offer teasing, loving or encouraging words, he simply worked him open and littered his thighs with gentle nips and kisses.
Seonghwa fucked him with all his usual fervor, but to Hongjoong, it felt like his mind was elsewhere. He seemed to zone out, his gaze falling upon the sheets next to Hongjoong’s head or the far wall but not on him, as it usually would be.
Something about it… stung.
“You, uh, you still with me?” Hongjoong asked with a somewhat strained, nervous laugh.
“Of course, my love.” Seonghwa murmured, dipping down to nip softly at the other’s neck. “Why would I not be?”
“You just seem… distracted, is all.” Hongjoong mumbled self-consciously.
“I am here, with you.” Seonghwa said softly, pressing it into his lips like a promise. “I love you.”
Hongjoong was sure that he meant the words, but they still felt hollow… because he knew he had disappointed Seonghwa.
Hongjoong just hummed in response, zoning out a little himself.
He suddenly felt just a little less invested in his idea of a distraction, but at least it was a distraction nonetheless.
***
Hongjoong barely slept the day before it was supposed to happen.
Seonghwa had exhausted his best efforts to tire him out, but he remained restless throughout the day, and by the time the sun had set, he was thrumming with agitation.
He made his way to the feeding room to get himself some blood, hoping to take the edge off… but it didn’t help as much as he would have liked.
As he made his way back upstairs, he could see preparations being made already. The door to San’s room was open, revealing that all his plushies had been moved to the window seat and a chaise lounge had been set up just outside their door. Seonghwa was standing there with Yunho, his hand cradling the human’s face.
“I know that this is… a very intimate moment, so I understand if you would wish for me not to be in the room.” Seonghwa told him, his voice gentle and reassuring. “But I will be right outside to monitor your condition, to ensure the process is completed correctly.”
Yunho just nodded, trying to manage a smile.
“I have gone over the turning process with San and Mingi numerous times. I have every faith in them.” Seonghwa continued.
“Thank you.” Yunho murmured, heartfelt.
“I will return when it is time… you ought to make yourself scarce for the moment, too. I believe your future sires wished to make the rest of their preparations by themselves.” Seonghwa said.
“Right, of course.” Yunho agreed.
Seonghwa offered him a kind smile before taking his leave. Yunho, however, halted when he saw Hongjoong.
He looked away, swallowing. He didn’t even know what to say.
“So, you’re going through with it?” Hongjoong finally spoke.
Yunho was the one bristling, then. “Yes. I told you already that my mind’s made up.”
Hongjoong huffed. “Well, don’t expect to ever have my blessing. You won’t get it. But it’s your life, so it’s not really my say, now, is it?”
Yunho stared at him for a long moment, and Hongjoong could see the precise moment at which his heart shattered. His eyes were welling up with tears but the set of his jaw was angry, his gaze sharp and his nose scrunching up a little like it only ever did when he was mad.
“You know, I thought you’d changed.” Yunho said, his voice warbling as he tried to keep it from cracking, to no avail. “And you did, but only to the point that it was convenient to you, huh?”
“Yunho—”
“All vampires are scum. Then it was ‘vampires are scum but Seonghwa’s all right’. Then Seonghwa’s coven was all right. Then it was all right for you to become a vampire because you were dying, but you almost let yourself die rather than make the choice. That’s where it stops, though, huh?” Yunho continued. “How long until you accept my decision. How long until you realize it’s a choice anyone can make, at any time, for any reason?”
Hongjoong huffed. “It’s not that simple, Yunho—”
“But it is.” Yunho bit back. “It is, you just refuse to see it. Because your own mother chose to die rather than to save herself with a vampire’s blood. And you still can’t let go of that. Even after everything, you’re still holding onto that.”
“You’re not dying, Yunho, that’s the point!” Hongjoong snarled.
“When does it become all right, then, Hongjoong?” Yunho asked, huffing an incredulous laugh. “When I start getting wrinkles? When I’m physically older than Eden? Or do I have to almost kill myself at my forge for you to say it’s okay?”
“That’s not what—”
“Isn’t it?” Yunho cut him off. “That’s all this is. You thinking it’s not right, because I’m making the choice before it’s made for me.”
“Becoming a vampire isn’t a picnic!” Hongjoong snapped. “It’s not some meaningless cosmetic surgery or a new tattoo, okay? It’s changing who you are—”
“No, Hongjoong… it’s changing what you are.” Yunho corrected. “I hope you know that I never thought differently of you, after you turned. You’re still my hyung… my best friend… I didn’t—it never felt different, for me. I still loved you just the same.”
“Oh so now you’re gonna go for the heartstrings? Petty.” Hongjoong spat.
Yunho laughed in bitter disbelief. “This isn’t manipulation, this is how I fucking feel!”
“Sure.” Hongjoong drawled, rolling his eyes.
Yunho’s hurt was quickly buried by anger. He was practically trembling with rage. “You know, you fucking suck. You wouldn’t know a goddamn genuine emotion if it bit you in the ass. The vampire civil rights equivalent of Mandela is in love with you and you know what? You don’t fucking deserve him.”
Hongjoong scoffed. “Fucking low, Yunho.”
“So is treating your best friend like shit for making the same decision Eden did, minus the duress.” Yunho bit back. “But here you are, fucking slumming it.”
“It’s not the same decision without the duress, Yunho!” Hongjoong snapped.
“I know! And I want it this way!” Yunho shouted, his eyes sparkling. “I don’t want to wait until it’s too late! I don’t want to wait until something awful happens, until I’m two steps from death, until it’s a horrible moment that’s branded into my brain to have nightmares about for years and years—I don’t want that!”
Hongjoong just blinked, stunned.
“I don’t want to be turned while I’m scared and desperate.” Yunho continued, speaking softly once more. “I want to be turned in the arms of the men I love. I want to be turned surrounded by warmth and comfort. I want it to be a moment I can look back on fondly. I don’t want to hurt. Suffering is not the price we pay to become vampires. One day you’ll understand that.”
Hongjoong gritted his teeth. He wasn’t sure that day would ever come.
“Now, this is happening whether you accept it or not.” Yunho said, raw and determined. “So unless you want to hear everything, I suggest you go somewhere else.”
Hongjoong bristled, letting out a heavy sigh before turning on a heel and walking away.
Anger burned in his chest, but something else festered there, too.
It felt a whole lot like guilt.
***
Hongjoong probably should have left the mansion, but instead, he just ended up wandering it. He found his way to the security room, where Jongho was doing what appeared to be some intense research.
The moment Hongjoong entered the room, he minimized the window.
“Jongho.”
“No. Nope. I refuse.” The other replied, gesturing emphatically.
“What?” Hongjoong was confused. Was his tone really that combative?
“I know you’re arguing with Yunho and I’m not getting in the middle of it.” Jongho explained.
Hongjoong rolled his eyes. “Oh, so lemme guess, you wanna play Switzerland?”
Jongho scoffed. “No, I wanna punch you in your stupid face, but I don’t feel like breaking my hand.”
“You too?” Hongjoong balked. “But you’re human! You don’t even let the coven feed off of you! You out of everyone should understand my point—”
“Ah-ah.” Jongho responded, as though he were disciplining a particularly unruly dog. “Don’t mistake my personal modesty and averse feelings toward certain forms of intimacy for prejudice. On that hill, you die alone, my friend.”
Hongjoong blinked. “Wow. Okay. So fuck me, then, I guess?”
Jongho snorted. “This isn’t about you, hyung. This is about Yunho. But you realized you felt some type of way about it and chose to make it all about your feelings.”
Hongjoong thought on that for a moment.
“If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were calling me some kind of narcissist.”
“If the shoe fits.” Jongho quipped.
“I… gotta say, I wasn’t expecting to be ganged up on like this.” Hongjoong admitted.
“And I’m sure Yunho didn’t expect you to treat him like absolute shit over his choice, so I guess you can call it even.” Jongho replied.
“I don’t have to listen to this.” Hongjoong grumbled, taking his leave.
There had to be someone in the house who could understand how he was feeling.
His manic pacing eventually led him to the common room, where Eden was lounging on the couch, leafing through a magazine.
He looked up just long enough to take in Hongjoong’s appearance, letting out a judgemental-sounding breath.
“Damn, you look like shit.”
“Didn’t ask you. Fuck off.” Hongjoong snapped.
“Uh, you’re the one disturbing my peace.” Eden reminded him.
Hongjoong just grunted, throwing himself down on the loveseat caddy-corner to the sofa.
He sat there stewing for a few minutes, probably sighing angrily at least twice before Eden finally spoke again, setting his magazine aside.
“You know you’re being unreasonable, right?” Eden said flatly.
“Yeah, I’m fucking well aware.” Hongjoong grunted.
“I guess it’s like they say. Growth isn’t always linear or whatever.” Eden shrugged. “We had a lot of unlearning to do. As humans and as hunters. It doesn’t just happen overnight. I should fucking know. It’s pretty obvious you’ve made strides, but there are still beliefs tied to your emotions that are deeply entrenched. It’ll take a while to overcome stuff like that.”
Hongjoong narrowed his eyes at the other hunter. “Sounds like a roundabout way of telling me I’m wrong but I’ll eventually figure out why and get over it.”
Eden shrugged. “Maybe.”
“Seonghwa said the same shit.” Hongjoong admitted. “But like, with seventeen psychology degrees and a hundred decades of experience behind it, you know?”
Eden gave him a knowing look. “And then I’ll bet you batted your lashes and pouted at him until he fucked you ‘til you didn’t feel like a piece of shit anymore.”
Hongjoong bristled.
“Ooh, bullseye.”
“You just sound petty and jealous, you know.” Hongjoong snapped.
“Jealous?” Eden barked a laugh. “Why? If I walked my ass upstairs right now and asked Seonghwa to fuck me, do you think he’d tell me no?”
Hongjoong’s jaw clicked shut.
“Exactly.” Eden bit back. “Now get your head out of your own ass and support the guy who’s been supporting you in your career as a hunter all these years.”
“You say that like it’s that fucking simple.” Hongjoong growled. “It took you like a decade to trust Seonghwa.”
“It took me two minutes to trust Seonghwa.” Eden corrected. “It took me a decade to trust myself.”
“Right, okay, fine, whatever. I’m just the shittiest person on the whole fucking planet.” Hongjoong threw his hands up. “The worst friend. The most ignorant, hateful hunter ever known.”
“Wow… hyperbolic, overblown self-depreciation instead of real introspection. Did you pull that on Seonghwa?” Eden asked, rolling his eyes. “Is that how you manipulated him into taking a break from whatever reasonable suggestions he was making to fuck you?”
“I’m about to wipe that smug smirk off your face.” Hongjoong gritted out.
Eden snorted. “I’d like to see you try. Can you even reach?”
The answer to that question hardly seemed relevant when Hongjoong chose instead to tackle him to the ground.
Eden maneuvered them enough to avoid the coffee table, and they rolled across the antique rug for several seconds before Hongjoong managed to end up on top, taking a swing.
Eden just took it.
Hongjoong hit him again. And again. It felt cathartic, to let his rage bleed out in the form of aggression.
He’d never raise a hand to Yunho or Jongho, but with Eden, well. He knew that Eden could put him in his place, if he needed to.
Except he wasn’t, then.
It took Hongjoong more than a full minute to realize that Eden wasn’t fighting back.
He looked down at the hunter’s bloodied face and sat back in horror at what he’d done.
“Better?” Eden asked in a haughty tone, licking his lip as the cuts began healing.
Hongjoong felt sick to his stomach. “What the fuck… Eden… why would you…?”
“You seemed like you needed to destroy something.” Eden admitted, spitting blood onto the floor and avoiding the area rug in favor of the hardwood. “I figured, better me than one of the kids.”
“You think I’m that fucking unhinged?” Hongjoong hissed.
“I think you’re treating your lifelong friend and strongest ally like a goddamn pariah, so yeah.” Eden scoffed. “You know, you talk a good game, but you were expecting someone to tell you you’re not being unreasonable. You’re just pissed that not a single fucking person in this house has your back.”
Hongjoong fisted both hands into Eden’s shirt, trembling. “It’s not that I’m pissed…”
“You might feel some sense of betrayal.” Eden said. “But how do you think Yunho feels? How do you think any of us feel? You’re acting like becoming a vampire is some cardinal fucking sin unless we do it in a way you deem acceptable. So… who should really feel betrayed, here? You… or us?”
Hongjoong didn’t know how to answer that.
He wasn’t sure that he ever would.
***
The time had finally arrived and Yunho was a mess.
He was trembling with nerves by the time he finally returned to San’s bedroom. He fussed about what to wear, then tripped at least four times on the hallway floor runner before he finally got his bearings.
When he opened the door, however, most of his tension bled away.
Crimson rose petals dotted the sheets, a trail of them leading to the bed from the door. Every table had candles flickering gently upon them, and a few standing candelabras had been brought in to decorate the corners. San and Mingi stood on the opposite side of the bed, wearing coordinating velvet robes.
They held their arms open for him, beckoning.
Yunho let out a wet laugh, tears springing to his eyes as he crossed the room to meet them.
He was immediately enveloped in their embrace, and any doubts that had begun to fester evaporated then and there.
He knew this was how he wanted it to be. He didn’t want to succumb to uncertainty and fear. He wanted to place his trust in Mingi and San, and let them take care of him.
The two of them just smiled at him as they started helping him out of his clothes, teasing him for being overdressed.
“Any amount of clothing is ‘overdressed’ in your eyes, San.” Yunho countered.
San giggled, pressing a kiss to his cheek. “True.”
He flitted off to fold the clothes over on a chair near the door while Mingi coaxed Yunho onto the bed, never letting him go. Yunho felt the mattress crunch a little under his weight, and he wondered if they’d put some kind of tarp down beneath the sheets to protect the mattress from what was surely going to be a lot of blood.
Yunho swallowed. He’d been bitten by both of them before, he’d been fed from, but never enough to…
He tried to will away the thought. He didn’t want to dwell on it.
“Ready?” Mingi asked, his own voice trembling a little.
Yunho nodded, pulling him in for a kiss. “Been ready. You?”
“Yeah!” Mingi squeaked softly, clearing his throat to try again. “Yeah. Just. A little nervous.”
“It’s his first time.” San drawled suggestively, grinning as he joined them on the bed.
“It’s yours too.” Mingi grumbled.
“I know. But I have faith in us.” San rebuffed, peeling out of his robe. Mingi followed suit, fumbling a little when he tossed it far from the bed.
San shook his head, ruffling the other’s vampire’s hair gently before turning back to Yunho. He then dipped low against the bed and slithered between the human’s legs, which parted for him as if on instinct.
“Do you want us to do it during, or after?” He asked coyly, running his tongue along the sensitive flesh of Yunho’s inner thigh before nipping gently.
“D-during.” Yunho rasped out.
San hummed in acknowledgement, taking the lube Mingi handed him then. Yunho dazedly realized he hadn’t even noticed the other had moved.
San snapped open the small bottle, drizzling it onto his fingers. “The way we usually do it?”
Yunho nodded emphatically, watching with dark eyes as San moved lower to press those slick digits inside him. While he worked him open, his tongue played along the seam of his thigh teasingly. It wasn’t long before Yunho was squirming and huffing, panting for air.
Mingi had slid in behind him, cradling him against his chest and stroking down over his ribs and his pecs as though he was trying to distract him… or to rile him up. Either way, it was working.
“Wh-what about you?” Yunho stuttered out eventually, groaning and jolting under their touch.
“Mingi will be the one bottoming for you tonight, and don’t worry… I made sure he was more than ready.” San cooed, punishing him for the question with a soft bite to the inside of his thigh. “Here, turn over.”
He didn’t wait for Yunho to actually move before grabbing his hips and bodily flipping him over. He practically face-planted into Mingi’s chest, chuckling and looking up at him with an awkward, cheesy smile.
“Uh, h-hi?”
“Hey.” Mingi chuckled, beaming. He drew Yunho in for a deep, languid kiss as the human was shoved into him further by a very eager San’s ministrations.
Eventually, though, San pulled back enough to speak, nipping at the curve of Yunho’s ass as he did.
“Why don’t you give Mingi your cock, baby?” He suggested sweetly. “And then we can start…”
Yunho shivered, nodding. Mingi shifted his legs a little further apart to give him enough room to prop himself up on his knees between them. San handed him the lube, but Mingi was already more than prepared for him, so he slicked up his own cock before pressing into him with a low growl.
“Mm… feel so good, Yunho…” Mingi groaned against his lips, running his tongue between their mouths and wiggling his hips a little.
“You, too.” Yunho murmured, starting to roll his own slowly.
He whined softly when San sunk his teeth into the meat of his thigh, drawing blood. He did not drink, however, just letting the blood ooze out of the wound until the vampire blood already in him began to slowly repair the flesh.
It had been nearly a week since Yunho had taken any blood from either of them, and that meant he wouldn’t be able to heal from such injuries for long.
“Okay?” San checked, peppering kisses around the area.
“Mhm. Only stings a little. Keep going.” Yunho assured him.
“All right.” San agreed, dipping down to do it again, on his other thigh.
Yunho jolted and hissed from the feel of it, but Mingi was quick to pull him into another kiss and encourage him to keep fucking him.
He lost count of how many times San bit him, but his thighs and the sheets were a mess of blood by the time San finally sat up on his knees and slid his cock along the curve of his ass. A wave of dizziness crashed over him, but he wasn’t sure if it was from the blood loss or the sheer want he felt.
“Ready for me, baby?” He asked, rutting against him.
“Nnh—yes, Sannie, please…”
“Shh, okay.” San chuckled under his breath a little at Yunho’s eagerness, but didn’t make him wait before giving him what he wanted. Yunho groaned low and deep as San entered him, the vampire lying down against his back and nudging up under his jaw.
“Mm, pretty.” Mingi whispered, watching Yunho’s face with rapt attention. After a long few seconds, he leaned in and kissed his nose.
“If you wanna slow down or stop, just tell us.” San said against the shell of Yunho’s ear. “But there’s gonna be a point where there’s no going back, so you have to tell us right away.”
Yunho shook his head vehemently. “No… I’m going all the way. I’m not afraid.”
“Okay.” San replied easily, smiling and nuzzling against his cheek. “We love you.”
“I love you, too.” Yunho responded immediately, feeling a little breathless as San stretched to kiss him just when Mingi leaned in to do the same. All he could do was trill with happiness, utterly content.
He knew that San didn’t love him in the same way that Yunho loved him, or even the way that Mingi loved him, but at the end of the day, it didn’t really matter… because San did love them.
San did not love in a way that was romantic but he loved recklessly. He loved with all that he was. Yunho could never ask for more than that… could never want more than that.
At that moment, he was enveloped in love and adoration. He felt safe and cared for. That was all he wanted, all he needed.
San started moving, and Yunho’s hips fell into a matching rhythm of their own accord. It wasn’t long before Yunho was starting to feel breathless again, sweat beginning to beat along his brow and drip down across his temples.
He saw Mingi’s eyes meet San’s over his shoulder. They shared a silent conversation, perhaps a confirmation, and he thought he saw Mingi give the barest of nods before both of them were leaning in and sinking their teeth into either side of his neck.
Yunho jolted and gasped, shuddering as the initial sting faded into shocks of pleasure lighting up his veins with every pull they took.
They had known it would be difficult to drain him of most of his blood, even between the two of them. It was a logistical concern they had discussed a while ago. San and Mingi had gone several days without feeding to prepare, but even when famished, a vampire couldn’t generally drink more than a liter or two without feeling ill. Yunho would have close to five or six, and most of it would need to be drained to ensure the change would occur.
San had already started the process by bloodletting him with his earlier bites. It was up to them to finish it together.
By the first time the two vampires pulled back, Yunho was starting to feel much more dizzy and lightheaded. It wasn’t entirely dissimilar to the time he’d fainted between the two of them… and he was certain he’d pass out soon.
San brought his own wrist up to his fangs and tore it open, pressing the bloodied flesh against Yunho’s lips.
“Drink, baby. As much as you can.” He murmured.
Yunho nodded deliriously and sucked until blood poured into his mouth, swallowing it all down until the wound had sealed up and gave him no more.
“Good boy.” San cooed, the two of them leaning in to bite at his neck again.
Yunho thought he might have whimpered, but the sound seemed so far away to his own ears.
His senses were beginning to dull. He became hyper-focused on small things… on the way San’s nails dug into his hips as he pressed in deep and filled him with his come. On the mess Mingi was soon making between them, on how his body tightened around him, dragging Yunho closer and closer to the edge.
Mingi’s wrist was pushed against his mouth, next, the flesh torn open just as San’s had been. Yunho dutifully drank from him, shivering as the warmth flowed into him.
Somewhere between Mingi feeding him his blood and the vampires biting him for a third time, he became vaguely aware of his own orgasm… though the euphoric feeling was quickly drowned out by a deep, deep exhaustion that suddenly began to overtake him.
It was getting harder for Yunho to breathe. His chest was starting to feel tight, his lightheadedness becoming disorienting.
Still, he wasn’t afraid.
He murmured out soft I love yous as he was rocked gently between the two of them, losing himself to the ebb and sway. His words must have been slurry and unintelligible, however, judging by the worried look upon Mingi’s face when he caught a glimpse of him between long, slow blinks.
His eyelids were getting too heavy to keep open, but he fought and tried anyway.
After a moment, fingertips ghosted over his face, shushing him gently and encouraging him to keep his eyes closed.
“It’s okay, Yunho. You can let go. We’ve got you.” San soothed, pressing his wrist against the human’s lips again. Warmth bloomed over his tongue as he opened up to him.
Yunho gulped down the flood of coppery liquid that entered his mouth and drew one last, shuddering breath.
He didn’t draw another.
The world was dimming further, his senses becoming murky until he was only aware of the taste of blood in his mouth, the warmth in his throat, and the cloying darkness beckoning him deeper.
He thought he might have heard Seonghwa’s voice, so distant that it was like nothing more than a shadow of a memory… and then, his world went black.