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Beomgyu rolled his eyes when he heard them.
Taehyun and his little clique had entered the gas station he worked at. They searched for some things, while talking loudly.
“My mom always said he’d achieve a lot,” Heeseung said. “I wonder what she’d think now that he’s working at a rundown gas station.”
“Hey, don’t be mean,” Taehyun interrupted him. “The world needs mediocre people. People need sweepers and gas station cashiers too.”
“Remember when he said he’d get out of here and be a famous streamer some day?” Soobin added. “Like anyone would want to see his sorry ass and hear his pathetic thoughts.”
“Good morning,” Beomgyu gave them a fake smile as they put the items they wanted to buy on the counter. They snickered.
“How’s it going?” Taehyun asked. “Have you gone viral yet?”
Beomgyu shook his head. “Maybe I would if I did something different on camera. Like killing my highschool bullies.”
Taehyun, Heeseung and Soobin gawked in disbelief, before dissolving into laughter.
“You don’t have what it takes to kill someone,” Soobin said.
“Edgy,” Heeseung simply commented. “You could never stand up to us, loser.”
“Maybe you should go to the Huening Manor and film it, I’m sure the internet would appreciate footage of a haunted mansion.” Taehyun clicked his tongue. “That is, if you even dare going there.”
“I’m not afraid of you,” Beomgyu retorted, packing their items in a bag. “And I’m not afraid of that stupid mansion either, Taehyun.”
Surprisingly, recording an exploration video of the Huening Manor wasn’t a terrible idea. It’s true that there were no existing videos filmed inside the place and it had quite the reputation.
They had all heard the stories. There was not one citizen in their tiny town that hadn’t been told that people go missing when they visit the woods near Huening manor. The most surprising thing was how many of them believed the conspiracy, but it was hard not too when there was a century old record of people going missing there.
Beomgyu always thought the stories were bullshit. Huening manor always loomed, sitting forlorn at the top of the mountain, dark among spiky tree tops. He understood why everyone feared it, as it was intimidating from afar and probably worse when one got close, but he wasn’t a kid anymore. He wouldn’t fall for a stupid old wives tales like all the simple-minded folks he went to school with did.
He carried a swiss knife in his pocket. It wouldn’t do much against an actual threat, but it gave him a feeling of security as he walked deeper into the forest path. It wasn’t well maintained at all. If it wasn’t because the antique wood floors were still somewhat aligned, he wouldn’t have been able to tell there was a path at all. There were many plants growing between the steps and he was careful not to trip as he skipped around them.
He hadn’t entered the forest fully yet, as the sun still hit him directly and covered everything in a golden glow. It was probably not smart to walk into the woods at night, but he knew something bad happening was unlikely. In his town everyone knew each other and the animals were skittish around humans. He’d be fine, he convinced himself as he strutted deeper into the woods. If it finished getting dark before he returned, he’d just use his flashlight to find his way home.
The walk to the actual mansion was longer that he had expected. It seemed far away when he stared at it through the glass walls of the rundown gas station he worked at every afternoon, but not as far away as it actually felt it was while in the path. He hadn’t considered how poorly kept the path would be, and all the unnecessary curves it had. Not to mention that walking upwards was difficult for someone as out of shape as him.
He sighed, deciding that if he didn’t reach the mansion in five minutes he’d go back. The prospect of finding antiques with resale value was his main motivation and exploring an abandoned mansion seemed fun, but he could try coming another day, a Saturday when he hadn’t worked and he had more energy.
He accidentally kicked a stone, a bit distracted, and it flew forward several meters without any obstacles. He followed it with his eyes and realized it had scratched against stone. It was a stone walkway that marked the end of the forest and the entrance to the mansion.
Beomgyu stared with amazement at the impressive structure before him. He had to walk a bit more to approach the gates, but he was practically there. There was a chilly breeze, softly hitting the exposed skin of his neck and giving him goosebumps. The sun had fully gone down at some point, the sky as black as ink with a full moon. There was fog in the area, making it difficult to see the ground below his feet. He felt like Belle the night he found the Beast’s mansion. He laughed at the ridiculous comparison. It’s not like a beast would be waiting for him inside.
He opened his backpack and searched for his camera. He would prove there was no paranormal activity in the manor. Or at least that was his plan, until he tripped on a twig and dropped the camera.
“Shit,” he muttered to himself. There was no use for his camera anymore, so he put it away. If he believed in signs of the universe, he would have turned around that second and gone away. Instead, he decided to explore the mansion, to be able to plan how he’d shoot the video next time around.
To Beomgyu’s surprise , the gate slid open with one soft push, as if it was expecting visitors. It creaked loudly , and all the birds in the area flew away en masse. It would have been a great way to alert a creature of his presence if there was one there. He ignored his gut, which screamed at him to return to where he came from. He swallowed the lump in his throat and walked the short distance that was left for him to actually reach the mansion. He searched for his fleshlight as the darkness and fog made it difficult to look ahead, and he didn’t want to trip again. The tall entrance to the door opened easily, just like the gates.
With every step he took, his sneakers screeched and the sound echoed, unnerving him. It was even colder inside the mansion. He wasn’t sure where to go first. He was in an immense open area , and a giant staircase was on the opposite wall. It opened to the left and to the right, and paintings lined up the way up. He approached curiously.
In the middle of the wall was a couple. A beautiful Korean woman and a handsome blond man. The woman was sitting , and next to her were three adorable kids, who took after their father but still had a blend of features from both parents. He climbed up the left wing, and more paintings lined the walls, most of the same family. A thick layer of oil and dust covered them, dimming what he assumed were once vibrant colours. The last painting he saw was split in half, with some of the cloth hanging in front of the frame.
“I wonder…” Beomgyu whispered to himself. The upper half was intact, and he recognized the only boy that starred in the rest of the pictures. He lifted the hanging cloth to complete the picture and caressed it softly, enamoured. The young boy had turned into a man around Beomgyu’s age. His features were strikingly beautiful : a straight nose, plump lips and secretive black eyes. “Damn, he’s hot.” And dead , his mind supplied. “This is so fucking dumb,” he murmured to himself. He tried to pretend it didn’t make him feel melancholic to be in the uninhabited mansion. His heart ached when he realized he was in someone’s old home, a place where someone grew into a full adult only to vanish without a trace. Beomgyu had always been too sensitive, feeling sad over the smallest things.
After exploring several uninteresting rooms, he saw a door that was different from the rest. It was surrounded by sculptures made from stone, depicting a vine and flowers, and on top of it, an angel that seemed to be staring right at Beomgyu. It took all of his strength to open the heavy wooden door , and when it did, he was surprised at what he found.
The room was huge and it had high ceilings too. It was dark and cold, almost empty, with the exception of stairs that led to a platform at the back of the room. The platform was so high up that Beomgyu couldn't tell what was on top of it. Moonlight shone through a window on the ceiling.
Holding his breath, he ventured into the room, hearing his footsteps echo until he reached the stairs. He climbed up until a coffin came into view. It was made of stone, painted blue by the dim lighting. Beomgyu stood on the platform, hesitating before wiping the dust that had collected on the lid.
"Huening Kai," he read. It said 1874 , but there was no other information. Was that the date of death? He jumped back when he realized there was most likely a corpse underneath the cover. "I shouldn't have come here," he mumbled to himself.
It was when he was leaving, that a random door creaked open.
“Oh, that would have been a great shot for a video,” he mumbled to himself, feeling sad that his camera had broken.
He analyzed the area. The room seemed a bit cleaner than the rest and there were no blankets on the abundant furniture. He quickly opened the drawers of the vanity and found nothing of value , so he turned to the only other promising piece of furniture in the room, the chest. It was at the foot of the bed and doubled as a stool. He wasn't expecting much, so he gasped in shock when he found golden and silver jewelry.
Feeling satisfied with himself for not leaving earlier as his instincts begged him to, he started filling his backpack, grabbing greedy handfuls, ignoring the apprehension he had felt when the door opened on its own.
"Didn't anyone ever tell you it's rude to enter someone's home uninvited?" A voice whispered suddenly. It sounded unnervingly close.
Beomgyu jumped, startled. Before he could react, the mysterious person's arms closed around him with incredible strength. He struggled as the man's cold body enveloped him.
"Shh, there's no use in fighting," the voice whispered softly. His breath was fanning over Beomgyu's neck, reminding him of the cool breeze outside, and he opened his mouth, pressing two long canines against his skin and sucking.
"No!" Beomgyu managed to yell before the man's teeth tore his skin and sank into his flesh.
Beomgyu winced, grinding his teeth and groaning at the pain that expanded through the wound. It was as if someone had poured acid directly into his bloodstream. He could feel it burn until it dissipated and turned him numb from the inside. He started to feel light-headed in just a few seconds, enough for his knees to buckle weakly when he tried to move them.
He wanted to fight, he truly did, but his body wasn't cooperating. His hands, which had been gripping the attacker's arms, fell limply to his side. He couldn't even stand on his own, being held up by the man behind him.
The strangers mouth let go of Beomgyu's neck. "Mhn, you taste good." He licked at the injury on Beomgyu's neck. "Want to suck you dry."
Beomgyu cried. "Please, don't. Please… I'm sorry. I'll put everything back. I don't want to die," he mumbled shakily.
The man laughed, high-pitched and full of mirth before dragging Beomgyu's pliable body around the chest and leaving him on the bed.
Beomgyu breathed erratically, paralyzed under the man's gaze. Seeing the strangers face, he had a realization.
"You're the boy from the pictures," he gasped. "Huening Kai."
"You're smarter than I thought you'd be, considering you broke into my house," Kai said.
He wiped his bloody chin with the back of his hand and licked it, groaning with pleasure. He crawled on the bed, eyes never straying from Beomgyu's panicked expression. He caressed his cheek softly and sighed. "You're the prettiest person that has ever come here." He trailed feather-like fingers on the boys temple and forehead. Beomgyu gagged when he smelled the metallic scent of his blood on the man's hand.
"Shhh." Kai squeezed his cheeks, pushing his lips together until they puckered, and forced Beomgyu to lock eyes with him. "Don't resist me," he ordered in a gentle tone.
Kai had bright red eyes, with black and golden specs that seemed to swirl the longer Beomgyu looked at them. Momentarily, he forgot what was happening, lost in the bottomless pits of Kai's eyes.
"Good boy," Kai said, snorting at Beomgyu's silly expression. He deposited one sloppy kiss on Beomgyu's squished lips and then let his cheeks go, thrusting his tongue inside his mouth greedily and forcing him to taste iron.
Beomgyu didn't resist, under the influence of Kai's words, but he didn't collaborate either. He was aware that he didn't want what Kai was doing to him, even if his body was forbidden from fighting back. He could feel Kai sucking on his tongue and gnawing on his lips, completely animalistic, until they were swollen and sore.
"Shit," Kai groaned, grinding down on Beomgyu's body. "You're truly the prettiest person that's ever dared come here. We're going to have," thrust "so much fun."
Beomgyu scrunched his eyes as Kai positioned himself over his crotch and rutted against him. As infuriating as it was, his body was responding to his erratic movements.
"Don't do that," Kai said, slapping his cheek softly. "Look at me."
Beomgyu didn't listen to him, eyes still closed shut and Kai stilled before using his fingers to tear his eyelids open.
"I said look at me," Kai growled. The red, gold and black in his eyes flowed around his pupils, giving Beomgyu a mild-headache and turning him into a brainless doll once again.
Kai kissed him again, open mouthed and wet, ravaging his mouth while Beomgyu stared at his forehead without blinking. When Kai got bored of kissing him, he sat back and started groping his slim body lasciviously. His hands slid down Beomgyu's stomach, to his slender hips and long legs. His touch left a trail of goosebumps even through the thick clothes Beomgyu was wearing.
Kai frowned when he reached Beomgyu's muddy boots, trying to tug them away, to no avail. Even more frustrated, he untied the shoelaces, realising they prevented him from taking the boots off, and then threw them on the floor far away.
"Dirty fucking boots on my marble floors," he talked to himself, pissed off as he continued to undress Beomgyu.
Soon, his socks were on the floor too and his baggy trousers were being pulled from his legs, exposing him to the cold air. He started shivering, teeth rattling unconsciously.
Attention brought back to Beomgyu's mouth, Kai pushed two of his fingers inside of it, pressing them against his warm tongue and making him gag. He added two fingers and pushed them downwards until they grazed Beomgyu's throat and the boy gagged, throat contracting around the tips of Kai's fingers. Kai left them there stubbornly, until drooled collected on the corners of Beomgyu's mouth and his tears pooled on the pillow beneath his head. He laughed, overjoyed, and retrieved them. Before Beomgyu could feel any relief, Kai was climbing up his body, until he hovered over his chest and he lowered his pants and took out his cock.
Beomgyu's eyes widened, witnessing the imposing length that stood proudly right in front of his face. It was pale, as the rest of Kai. Kai closed one big hand around his cock, jerking himself tightly and slowly at the sight of Beomgyu's trepidation. He smiled sadistically and directed it downwards, right over Beomgyu's gaping lips.
"Open wide," he sing-songed and, infuriatingly, Beomgyu's mouth stretched open as much as it could.
Beomgyu witnessed Kai’s pleased expression as he pushed his cock inside of his mouth. He had never done anything like this before and a part of him was sad that that was how it was going to go. It was strange, having a cold dick inside his mouth. Only head was in so far and he could taste the saltiness of Kai’s precome.
Kai hissed, sighing as he started rocking his hips, the first few inches of his cock slipping out and pushing back in Beomgyu’s mouth sloppily. He didn’t seem to care that Beomgyu just laid there, fully unresponsive and not helping in any way. Seemingly getting tired of thrusting shallowly, Kai pushed his hips forwards with all his strength, forcing his cock all the way inside.
Beomgyu’s throat resisted the intrusion, constricting and trying to push Kai’s cock away uselessly. The vampire was too strong and there was no way Beomgyu could fight him off. Even under normal circumstances, he wouldn’t have stood a chance against his power.
Kai’s cock glided out of his mouth and was pushed against his face. Kai slapped his face with it, seeing how his cheek and nose glistened with spit. Even more turned on, he started fucking his mouth again. He set a ruthless pace as Beomgyu drooled, mouth hanging open for him to use. His throat made the most horrible noises and his fingers started moving, reacting instinctively and curling on the sheets.
Beomgyu tried to move them on his own and they twitched a bit. Maybe the effect of Kai’s paralyzing venom was disappearing. He continued trying to regain control of his fingers , as Kai was too lost in pleasure to notice what he was doing, until he could open and close his hands. It was only a matter of minutes until he could move his whole arm, he just had to wait until the right moment to escape.
Kai was moaning loudly. The head of his cock punched the back of Beomgyu’s throat painfully every time he pushed right in. He had been looking at Beomgyu the whole time, to keep him hypnotized and compliant, but his eyes closed on their own as he approached his orgasm.
That was Beomgyu’s opportunity. Unsure of how else to knock Kai down, as the position granted Kai leverage, he did the only thing that came to mind. He bit Kai’s cock and the vampire shrieked in pain, incapable of taking it out of the grasp Beomgyu’s teeth had in it. And then Beomgyu let go and Kai fell backwards.
Adrenaline pumping in his veins and blood on his mouth, Beomgyu stood up and tried to spit the metallic liquid out, but it was too late. He had already swallowed Kai’s blood.
Beomgyu soon realized his mistake. He had regained full control of his arms, but his legs were still considerably difficult to move. They failed and he found himself on the dusty floors, completely at Kai’s mercy.
He used his arms and pathetically slid away sluggishly. He choked on his tears, aware that it was helpless to try to get away, especially after Kai stopped groaning and started speaking again.
“You,” he said, referring to Beomgyu. He sounded far away, like he was still on the bed. “What’s your name?”
Beomgyu ignored him. He was no longer under Kai’s influence. He wiggled his toes again, seeing if he was lucky enough to regain use of his legs again.
He heard the sheets rustle behind him. And then Kai was burying his hands on Beomgyu’s hair and lifting his head from the floor, pulling at his scalp. Beomgyu scratched at his wrists, trying to fight him off, and Kai laughed.
“You’re feisty, aren’t you?”
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Kai inhaled deeply as the injury on his cock healed itself. He had just consumed a considerable amount of blood, a rare type of blood at that, so his regeneration capabilities were at its best. The pretty intruder was trying to get away from him. He scoffed. How naïve . There was something amusing about the perseverance of the human spirit. He’d know, he was human once. He had been bitten too in the past and had fought in every way he could to avoid the imminent truth. He had turned in minutes and eaten everyone in sight, in the end.
“You,” he pointed a finger at the boy, but it wasn’t like he could tell from where he was writhing on the floor. “What’s your name?”
Kai decided that he wanted to remember him before destroying him like he always did to his prey. He was ignored.
Fully healed, he stepped between Beomgyu’s legs and yanked his head up. “You’re feisty. aren’t you?” Kai leaned down, taking a gulp of the sweet, terrified scent Beomgyu was emitting. He could barely feel the scratches on his wrists, excited at the prospect of toying with this stranger. “More fun than I thought you would be.”
He curved the boy's spine until he could look at his face from the back. He was crying desperately. “Tell. Me. Your. Name,” he ordered. There was no refusal this time, as he expected.
“Choi Beomgyu,” he answered.
“Well, Beomgyu, you made the wrong fucking choice,” Kai told him. “Open your mouth.”
Beomgyu did as he was told and Kai jerked off, standing proudly behind him. His cock made slick sounds as he masturbated right over Beomgyu's waiting mouth. In just a few minutes he came, painting white stripes over Beomgyu's angelic face. Most of it landed on the boys waiting mouth
"Swallow."
Beomgyu gulped, letting the salty liquid down his sore throat. It was surprisingly soothing despite it's disgusting taste.
The effect was instantaneous. Beomgyu’s eyes dilated and he blushed. He started rutting against the floor, completely disregarding the pain on his head and neck. He moaned at the rough contact of his sensitive cock against the rough hardwood floors.
“Repeat after me,” Kai ordered. “I love you.”
“I love you!” Beomgyu practically screamed, leaking precum on the floors.
“I love you, Kai.”
“I love you, Kai,” Beomgyu repeated. He felt dizzy, with every second that went by he forgot more about what had happened to him that evening. Everything that was left on his mind were the words he so obediently was repeating.
Kai let his head down and it dropped down. Beomgyu scratched the floor, moving his hips along it and whimpering with both pleasure and pain.
"Look at you," Kai mumbled proudly, tugging on his quickly hardening cock. "You would have felt that good before if you hadn't bit on me."
Reminded by the earlier pain, Kai slapped Beomgyu's perky butt, but Beomgyu's hips stuttered and he moaned sinfully.
Kai sighed, aware there was literally nothing he could do that would awaken Beomgyu out of his horny trance. The aphrodisiac he had just fed him was too strong.
He kneeled next to Beomgyu's shaking frame and sneaked his arm around his hips and closed his hand around his cock.
Beomgyu fucked into the hole his fingers had formed.
"Only I can make you feel this good," Kai purred. "Aren't you thankful?"
Beomgyu didn't answer. It was almost like he was underwater, barely capable of hearing what was on the outside.
Kai opened his hand and Beomgyu helplessly rubbed his reddened cock against his palm, chasing his own pleasure like a bitch in heat.
"Aren't you thankful?" This time Kai's words reached his ears.
"Yes! Yes! Please." He cried, frustrated. He barely felt human anymore. He had been stripped from any rational thought, any opinion. He had even lost his self-preservation instincts. All that mattered was that he was hard, and that Kai's soft palm wasn't enough.
And then Kai's hand closed around his shaft again, in what felt like a loving embrace and he was orgasming, spilling over the floor.
Sleepiness started to take over at the intensity of his orgasm. His eyelids felt heavy and they slipped shut on their own until he was hoisted up and thrown on the bed, awaken rudely by someone he couldn't even remember.
The stranger stroked his back and butt and all the hairs in Beomgyu's body stood on end. Then they squeezed his thighs roughly and Beomgyu's hips jumped on the bed and the soft material of the covers felt heavenly on his cock.
"You love me," a voice whispered softly on his ear as a cold hand gripped one of his butt cheeks. If he wasn't so turned on, he might have questioned them, but he was too focused on the thumb caressing his hole instead. "You love me." The person kissed him behind his ear.
"I love you?" Beomgyu asked, body pressing downwards onto the fluffy bed.
"You love me," the voice confirmed.
The weight slowly disappeared and the bed creaked as the stranger relocated behind him. Beomgyu's cheeks were parted and a soft, wet tongue caressed his hole.
Beomgyu moaned, as the tongue licked and was pushed inside the tight ring of muscle, gracing him with a pleasure he had never felt before.
Kai spat of Beomgyu's hole and pushed a finger inside of him, curving it around his walls in different directions until it didn't hug his digit too tightly. He lapped at his hole once more, getting it slick, before pushing back with two fingers this time.
Beomgyu wailed, pulsing around him as Kai scissored him.
"Oh God!" Beomgyu exclaimed, slowly humping the bed.
Kai let more spit fall on his fingers and pushed three, in what he knew was probably not enough to make it painless. Beomgyu didn't seem to mind, the effects of the aphrodisiac overriding everything else.
Deeming him stretched properly, Kai spat on his own palm and jerked himself off, making sure his whole cock was wet.
He pushed, steadily sliding in millimeter by millimeter, as the hole struggled to accommodate his size. Beomgyu was being louder and when Kai touched his dick he realized he was leaking precum like crazy.
Kai sighed when he bottomed out. Beomgyu's insides were so hot they almost burned and they fit around him snugly.
"So good," Kai mumbled. He leaned down, to purr on Beomgyu's ear. "Don't you feel good?"
"So good!" Beomgyu gasped. He grinded on the mattress and back on Kai's cock, hole fluttering around it as he got used to the feeling. "Move, I need you to move!" He cried.
Kai slid out and slammed his hips against Beomgyu's butt, pushing him up the bed. Beomgyu moaned, eyes rolling back, lost in the pleasure.
"You love me," Kai told him.
"I love you," Beomgyu agreed as Kai fucked his virgin hole roughly.
"I'm Kai and you love me."
"I love you, Kai!" Beomgyu nodded, even though his face was buried on the pillow below.
Kai pistoned into him rythmically and Beomgyu could only take it, letting himself be ravaged and enjoying every second of it.
"Again," Kai grunted.
"I love you, Kai!"
Kai slowed down a bit, his cock pushing against Beomgyu's prostate and the boy tensed, hole closing around him.
"Holy fuck," Beomgyu hissed as he spilled on the sheets below.
Kai pounded into him, milking his orgasm, until Beomgyu was crying with oversensitivity and didn’t stop until he came inside of him with a guttural growl. He stayed there for a few seconds as his cock slowly softened. With one last deep breath, he pulled out and laid next to Beomgyu. He turned the boy around, so he was facing the ceiling instead of the bed.
Beomgyu was trying to regain his breath, eyes hazy and shiny with tears.
Kai liked him.
"Forget everything," Kai told him. "Forget everything that happened here, but long to return to me, Beomgyu."
Beomgyu nodded, unconsciously accepting his orders and letting himself be dressed by Kai.
"Now go and miss this mansion like you'd miss your home, and miss me like you'd miss the person you love the most."
Beomgyu gave one last nod and made his way back home.
Soobin’s friends always talked shit about him. He’d never admit it, but they were right.
Soobin’s friends called him a stalker, but how could he not be one when someone as Choi Yeonjun existed? The day he had met Yeonjun, he had known he’d get him to fall in love with him. He had known that he would use any available resource to make it happen.
It was a dark night, when one of his most sociable alt friends had convinced him to go to an underground party. They had driven for a while until they found the right place. It was a repurposed storehouse which held concerts and other events. He had felt unsure when they parked next to the building in the middle of nowhere and, once inside, he’d felt out of place until it happened.
After some stupid indie band came out Choi Yeonjun and his band, Dead Darling. It was an edgy name for a band and he’d rolled his eyes when they had been announced, but he shut up when the music started.
The base, electric guitar and battery had begun playing in what he could only describe as organized chaos. Yeonjun was talented, playing the guitar and singing his heart out. His voice was a bit nasal and sometimes shrill when he reached a particularly emotional part of the song and yet it was one of the best things he had ever heard. The rawness of it all made Soobin’s heart skip a bit and for the first time of his life he felt a sense of belogning. He felt near Yeonjun, near his music, his voice, his agile fingers, his sweaty chest and his chapped lips. The pull was so strong that he mindlessly ventured into the mosh pit, allowing himself to be punched and stepped on repeatedly, until he reached the front and was being pushed against the stage. Other people, probably regulars, had seemed pissed that their spot had been stolen. He paid no mind to them, happy that he got to see Yeonjun in his full glory.
Soobin had never wanted someone as much as he did at that moment. Yeonjun’s shirt was open, torso fully in display and the zip of his jeans was down, showing everyone a hint of dark pubic hair.
At one point of the performance Yeonjun left his guitar on the stage and went down the arena. The crowd parted like the red sea and Yeonjun dropped to the dirty ground, screaming and moaning and singing and writhing. Soobin had never been as hard as he was in that moment, the moment he finally finished falling in love with Yeonjun.
After that, he showed up to every single one of their shows. Sometimes they were held at The Warehouse, other times in towns hours away, but he always showed up and reached the front, being the closest to Yeonjun until he noticed him.
“What’s your name, sweetheart?” Yeonjun had purred at him after one of the shows. He had been in the dressing room, which was just a room without a door where bands hung out after performances and had spotted Soobin staring at him from outside. Yeonjun had strutted towards him and leaned on the frame of the non-existent door.
“Soobin,” Soobin had said breathlessly, unable to believe the Choi Yeonjun was talking to him.
“I guess you already know my name, don’t you Soobinie?”
Soobin nodded. “I’m in love with you,” he confessed.
Yeonjun’s eyes widened with shock and he let out a surprised laugh. “Holy shit. That’s direct.” For some reason, he didn’t seem put off. “You don’t know anything about me, how could you be in love with me?”
“I don’t need to know more than I already do.” Soobin didn’t know how insane he sounded. He knew what he just said wasn’t a thing a sane person would say to someone they just met before, but to him Yeonjun wasn’t any stranger. There was zero doubt it his mind that Yeonjun loved him too. He’d look at Soobin most of the time at Dead Darling’s concerts. “I’ll do anything to prove it.”
Yeonjun hummed, intrigued. “Anything?”
Soobin nodded. “Anything.”
“What if I told you to kill someone?” Yeonjun asked.
“I’d do it without a doubt,” Soobin said earnestly. Yeonjun laughed and Soobin couldn’t help adding, “you’re the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen.”
“Thank you, Soobinie.” Yeonjun walked closer to him, until they were just a few inches away. “You’re from around?”
“I live in a town nearby, close to Huening Manor,” Soobin told him. The manor was the only reason people even knew about their tiny town.
“Oh, the Huening Manor?” Yeonjun ruffled his own hair, smiling innocently at Soobin. “I’ve always wanted to fuck on a grave, Soobinie. Would you take me to the manor and make my wish come true?”
“I’d love to, Yeonjun,” Soobin quickly agreed. He stared at Yeonjun with intensity and the singer pressed his lips to his in a short kiss and then he went into the dressing room. Soobin watched him search for something, until he came back with a marker and started writing something on Soobin’s forehead. Soobin let him, enjoying the opportunity to stare at Yeonjun from up close.
“That’s my number. Text me later,” Yeonjun told him. He waved a hand at him, dismissing him silently.
“Is it a date?” Soobin asked.
Yeonjun shrugged. “Only if you fuck me good enough.”
Beomgyu woke up on his bed, disoriented.
When he tried to sit up, he noticed horrible pain on his head. That's what he imagined a brain parasite to hurt like. "Ow!" He clutched his head. He wanted to get up and get some painkillers and water, but he knew it wouldn't be an easy feat in that state.
His head wasn't the only thing that fell wrong. His whole body felt… Off. Like he wasn’t in his own body. As he walked down the hallways, supporting himself on the walls, he scrutinized the home he grew up in, the familiar wallpaper and the carpeted floor, like it was his first time there. He remembered his home, he recognized that he was in the place he knew so intimately and yet he couldn’t shake the feeling that he was in the wrong place, like he had stumbled into an alternate reality where everything is the same, but different enough that he was unconsciously doubting himself.
He drank water straight from the tap, too impatient to grab a glass. No matter how much he drank, he was still thirsty and he only stopped because his stomach started to hurt. He took some painkillers and went to shower, hoping it would help him feel better.
He gasped when the hot water hit his legs.
“What the fuck…?” There were scratched. He set the water to cold and carefully cleaned the injuries.
After the shower, he examined his whole body in his full body mirror and found more curious injuries. The strangest of them all, were the round dots on his neck.
He was too shocked to give a proper reaction, so he went about his day, trying to ignore the fact that he didn’t have recollection of the previous night after he entered the woods.
The gas station didn’t offer much entertainment. He usually spent long periods of time playing on his phone until his battery died and then staring out the glass walls. Now everytime he looked outside and saw the Huening mansion on the peak of the mountain he had a sense of longing, like going back there would be like returning home after a long day, even if he didn’t remember what it was like the last time he went there.
His mother’s pasta didn’t taste the same. His favourite energy drink tasted like spoilt milk. The paint of his bedroom was the wrong shade of blue. If he had dared tell anyone what he was experiencing, he would have had trouble finding words to accurately describe the changes. He knew he was the one who perceived things differently out of nowhere.
He had never really enjoyed his job, but lately his patience was running thin. Whenever people weren’t polite to him, the desire to bash their skulls against the counter was strong. He wanted to kill them. He smiled, hopefully hiding his murderous instincts well and always greeted them goodbye with the prettiest customer smile he could muster.
He glanced at the Huening mansion as he walked back home. The traffic lights changed a little too quickly and the roses from his neighbour’s garden smelled sickeningly sweet.
But the Huening mansion looked the same as it always did. He ignored his heartstrings being pulled in its direction.
His time perception was messed up. Sometimes hours seemed to go by in minutes and other times minutes seemed to stretch into hours. All that he ate tasted funny and his appetite was slowly subsiding. Other people made him nervous and when anyone, even his own mother, got too close his hands twitched with the impulse of causing them harm.
He was going through an awful moment in his life. He wondered if he was dealing with an undiagnosed mental illness, with his violent thoughts. He had the constant feeling that he was living in a world that had slightly tilted in its axis. It was eerie getting under the covers of a bed that looked like his own and felt like his own, but wasn’t quite right. There were days when he woke up feeling as sick and dehydrated as he did the night after he went into the woods and everything changed and had similar wounds. No matter how hard he tried, his brain didn’t provide any information about what had happened to him then. He didn’t know if he had even reached the goddamn mansion.
Maybe he should return.
The path felt familiar. The out of place wooden flooring, the steep path upwards. The longer he walked the stronger the deja vu.
“I’ve been here before,” he muttered to himself. He had been walking for several minutes and his leg muscles were holding up pretty well for someone who didn’t do any exercise. “I’m close.”
Just like he predicted, in just a few seconds the mansion was visible right. He accidentally kicked a stone as he approached the gates and he shrieked in pain, falling to his knees at the memory of tripping on the exact same spot he was at. Flashes of what had happened afterwards, opening the gate and it creaking loudly. He remembers getting spooked in the kitchen, seeing the painting of a stunning boy ripped in half, a cold and huge room with stairs leading to who-knows-where.
He was terrified to take a step further, but as if he was prompted by an invisible pull, his legs moved on his own and before he knew it he was pushing the door open and running. He was confused and slowly forgetting his fear, as his legs guided him to the same huge room he had just imagined.
His heart was beating wildly at the prospect of finding what was atop the stairs. He didn’t know what his body was searching for, but he felt excitement. He had done this before. He had done this more than once.
Slowly the tomb came into view, made of stone and painted blue by the moonlight and he breathed heavily, simply staring at it.
“Kai,” he exclaimed. He hadn’t seen the name in the casket, he had just known. As he read the name, fingers tracing the indentures, he got more freaked out. “Why do I know this?”
He raked his brain for a reasonable explanation. Maybe he had found this place the last time he was here and that’s why he just knew. Maybe something bad had happened and that was the reason why he had forgotten all after that night and then everything in his life felt horrible.
But there was no logical explanation for his desire to push the stone that covered the casket and see what was beneath. There was something there he needed to see, right at Huening Kai’s resting place, and there was nothing he could do to stop his fingers from pushing the heavy stone to the side, until inch by inch it revealed the perfectly conserved body of the only son of the Huening family.
Beomgyu wanted to pull his hair out. He wanted to scream and to cry. Kai was still peacefully sleeping and Beomgyu could only think about how otherworldly beautiful he was, how refined he seemed in his white linen shirt and kissed by moonlight.
“I love you,” Beomgyu said and he immediately covered his mouth after the words escaped on their own.
The urge to touch the sleeping figure was too strong. He fought his hand as it reached towards Kai’s face, in what felt similar to holding back a sneeze, but then he huffed with the exertion and his whole arm slid forwards, effectively caressing Kai’s soft, pale skin.
Kai’s mouth slowly turned upwards and he suddenly opened both of his eyes, as Beomgyu stood paralyzed by fear and excitement.
Kai sat up, so they were face to face and said something that chilled Beomgyu to his core. “Huh, you’re awake today.”
As if snapping out of his trance, Beomgyu tried to step back and run away, with the knowledge that he was dealing with a supernatural creature.
Kai grabbed him by the wrist and clicked his tongue. “You’re not running away from me.”
Beomgyu cried, scratching on Kai’s hand helplessly. The boy laughed and threw him on the casket. For a second, Beomgyu could see the moon and the stars through the window. The next one, Kai was covering it all.
“You’ve atoned for your rudeness already,” Kai declared, hands travelling up and down Beomgyu’s body like he couldn’t help himself. “I promise I’ll give you a memorable death.”
“No, no. Please!” Beomgyu begged as Kai grinded down on him, licking and sniffing his neck with abandon. He could see the twinkling stars as Kai’s cock rubbed against his own and fangs sank into his skin, a sensation he was accustomed to but had no memories of.
The life was slowly drained out of him as Kai groaned, sucking his energy out of him.
“The stars are pretty,” Beomgyu whispered. The blood-loss was severe and he was floating in a haze, past beyond survival. It was too late to fight back.
Kai only stopped once he was satisfied. Meals were hard to come by, as people didn’t often trespass on his lovely home. He admired Beomgyu’s corpse for a while. He was gorgeous, even in death. His blood had been the tastiest Kai had the pleasure to savour.
“It was nice playing with you,” he told the corpse. Beomgyu’s eyes were open, glued on the sky above. Kai dragged him by the hands down the stairs and out of the mansion. In the cemetery awaited a tomb that Kai had dug especially for the purpose of disposing Beomgyu’s body when he decided to kill him. “Goodnight.” He threw Beomgyu on the grave unceremoniously.
Soobin had picked Yeonjun up in his rattly car. Yeonjun was staying in a town many kilometers away, so they’d be there for a while. He was silent at first and then he started playing around with his radio, only to be met with white noise.
“There’s no signal on the road,” Soobin told him when Yeonjun started huffing with annoyance.
Yeonjun then opened the storage compartment, to search for CDs and laughed at what he found. He grabbed the variety pack of 40 condoms and waved it in the air.
“Someone’s feeling optimistic,” he said.
Soobin smirked and shrugged. “I know you’re going to enjoy yourself today. There’s nothing wrong with being prepared.”
Yeonjun lifted an eyebrow, challenging him. “You sound too sure of myself.”
“I don’t sound sure of myself,” Soobin said then. “I am. You’ll be begging for me to fuck you again after we are done.”
Yeonjun left the pack back on the box, next to a bottle of lube and a pack of wet wipes.
“I didn’t expect you to be this cocky,” Yeonjun said then.
“I love you,” Soobin said. “You’ve made it clear that you want me to fuck the living shit out of you. If you had the most gorgeous man on Earth sitting on the passage sit of your car, after saying he wants to get fucked by you, you’d feel cocky too, I presume.”
Yeonjun hummed, setting a hand on Soobin’s thigh and squeezing. He was already a bit turned on by Soobin’s words. “I hope you aren’t all bark and no bite. I want to get fucked good.” His hand slid upwards and he brushed Soobin hard cock. “You’re already hard?”
“I’ve been hard since you got in the car.” He moaned softly as Yeonjun palmed his cock. “No, I’ve been hard since the last time we talked, you devil.”
Yeonjun threw his head back, giving a hearty laugh at Soobin’s poorly hidden arousal. “But you love it.”
“I do,” Soobin agreed and he grasped Yeonjun’s hand and returned it to the boy’s lap. “And don’t worry, baby. I’m gonna tear you apart.”
Yeonjun exhaled heavily. He wasn’t sure if he was about to have the best night of his life or get murdered. He didn’t know which option he found more exciting.
The path that led to the mansion was long and steep, they soon found out. Soobin was out of breath, doing his best to follow the disarranged steps. Yeonjun didn’t break a sweat, somehow not tripping while wearing thick soled boots. Soobin had tripped thrice by the time they reached the end, miraculously only falling once. Yeonjun hadn’t tried to help him up when he saw him fall, sparing him a bored glance and stretching the distance between them by continuing walking.
Soobin thought about how in love he was, seeing the soles of Yeonjun’s boots move forward and wishing they were stomping in his face instead. He chased after him, wiping his muddy hands on his jeans.
Soobin wasn’t a brave man. If he hadn’t been with his love, he would have been scared shitless when Yeonjun pushed the gate open. He would have turned around and gone back when a flock of birds flew away. But, he didn’t care about anything at that moment except the elated smile in Yeonjun’s pretty face. Soon, he was being guided by a very eager singer around the mansion. Soobin licked his lips, walking through the fog and narrowly avoiding falling again. Their fingers were intertwined, their feet walked in unison and there wasn’t enough blood in his brain for him to reason anymore.
“I’m making you mine today,” Soobin said.
Yeonjun snorted, not dignifying him with a response. Suddenly, he gasped and stopped in his tracks, and Soobin accidentally slammed against him. He didn’t move, taking the opportunity to feel Yeonjun’s body against him.
“I’m already excited,” Yeonjun mumbled. There were several tombstones, marking all the family graves of the Huening family. “And I can tell you are too,” he added, as Soobin’s clothed erection was pressed against his butt.
“Yeonjun,” Soobin moaned, kissing under his ear. He caressed his legs, sneaking a hand on one of the holes on his ripped jeans and feeling the soft skin underneath.
Yeonjun pushed back against him, rubbing his small, perky butt on Soobin’s cock for a second before pulling away and leaning on a statue. It was an angel. Soobin thought it was oddly fitting.
“You’ll need to try harder for me, baby,” Yeonjun told him.
Soobin was breathing heavily, holding Yeonjun’s sultry gaze. He made his way towards Yeonjun, leaving his backpack on the ground and caging Yeonjun between his body and the statue. He inhaled deeply on his hair.
“I want to eat you.” Soobin’s hands hovered around Yeonjun’s body, shaking. “I want to eat you until there is nothing left of you.”
Yeonjun choked on air. He wasn’t being touched, but he could feel Soobin’s words on his skin.
Yeonjun released a sigh of relief when Soobin finally touched him. One of his hands had closed gently around his waist and the other caressed his nape as Soobin pressed wet kisses on his neck.
Yeonjun enjoyed playing hard to get, he lived to see people scrambling for his attention, but he would be lying if he said he hadn’t desperately wanted Soobin since the beginning. It would be difficult to explain with words what exactly he found so attractive about him. There was something dark in Soobin’s bottomless eyes, something a little unnerving that he needed to discover.
“Fuck!” He gritted his teeth as Soobin’s nails dug on his waist and his head was forcefully yanked to the side. Soobin licked from his neck to his ear.
“You’re lovely, Yeonjun.”
Soobin let go of his waist and cupped Yeonjun’s cock. He bit Yeonjun’s earlobe as he fondled him, relishing his breathy whines.
Yeonjun hugged Soobin, trying to pull him closer. He felt puffs of air against his wet neck and then Soobin backed away, laughing at him.
“What are you doing?” He gritted his teeth, annoyed. “Are you too much of a pussy to just take what you want?” Yeonjun knew he was playing a dangerous game, provoking someone he intuitively knew was a dangerous person.
“Oh, don’t worry, I will,” Soobin told him, still smiling. He grabbed his backpack and took something out of it. It glinted in the dark, reflecting the dim light of the moon.
It was a knife .
“Soobin, what the fuck?” Yeonjun exclaimed. The tiniest part of him feared what might happen. The biggest, was just thrilled to witness Soobin’s next move.
“Shh, there’s no need to panic.” Soobin’s tone was warm, a contrast to the cool sensation of the blade against Yeonjun’s neck.
Yeonjun’s throat bobbed, pushing against the blade. Soobin got in his space again, eyes dark like he wanted to devour him. He kissed Yeonjun passionately, soft tongue brushing against his and Yeonjun returned the kiss with fervor. The knife was swirling on his neck, featherlight, as Soobin held his head in place to leave more angry kisses on his lips.
“Are you afraid of me?” Soobin sighed, allowing Yeonjun to breathe once again.
“I’m- I’m not,” Yeonjun admitted. The tip of Soobin’s knife was tickling his Adam's apple. Yeonjun smiled at him. “How could I? You love me, Soobin.”
Soobin beamed. “I knew you were perfect for me.” He let the knife glide down Yeonjun’s chest and torso, skillfully tugging all the buttons of his shirt away.
Yeonjun’s back arched. “You’re teasing me…” He pouted as Soobin pressed the flat edge of the knife on his bulge. “God, Soobin.” He threw his arms around Soobin’s shoulders as his hips jumped, chasing the pressure that Soobin was exerting on him. “I need you. Please,” he whined.
Soobin smiled, endeared. He gave Yeonjun’s lips one last kiss before dropping to his knees.
“Yes, yes, yes,” Yeonjun said. He was gazing at Soobin through heavy lids, as his jeans and boxers were being slid down his legs briskly.
Soobin licked his lips at the sight of Yeonjun’s pink cock.
“So pretty,” Soobin commented before engulfing the entirety of it all at once.
“Oh God!” Yeonjun’s eyes rolled back and he scrambled to hold onto something. He buried his fingers in Soobin's hair as the boy started pulling back, lips sucking on the whole length. “Fuck- Soobin.”
Soobin bobbed his head with ease, until his nose was pressed on Yeonjun’s neatly trimmed bush. He stayed there for several seconds, swallowing around him before pulling back again.
“Soobin, I’m close,” Yeonjun warned. That only seemed to motivate Soobin further. He was suddenly moving faster, paying special attention to the head of Yeonjun's cock before taking him fully down his throat again.
Yeonjun’s hands gripped on Soobin’s hair unconsciously as he came down his throat, giving small grinds as he rode out his orgasm.
Soobin let him, coughing once Yeonjun let go of him. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, looking up at Yeonjun’s reddened face.
“That was better than I expected,” Yeonjun said, reaching for his pants that were below his knees.
Soobin lifted an eyebrow. “You can’t possibly think I’m done with you, right?”
Yeonjun blinked. “I was going to blow you. I wasn’t just gonna leave you like that, even though I want to.”
Soobin knew Yeonjun was selfish, that he liked to be the center of attention. It was nice that he offered to return the favour, but… “That’s not what I meant.”
“Huh?”
And then Soobin was turning him around, so he was facing the statue, and bringing him back by the hips. He slapped his butt once, causing Yeonjun to gasp, before parting his cheeks with his huge palms and licking his hole.
Soobin sucked on his rim, the soft pleasured sounds that Yeonjun was making went straight to his cock. He pushed his tongue inside, feeling the circle of muscle tighten hotly around him. Once Yeonjun’s body felt softer around his tongue, Soobin stopped.
Yeonjun’s head snapped back, mildly irritated. “Why did you stop?”
Soobin huffed, opening the bottle of lube and letting it drip in his right hand. He warmed it up. “We aren’t leaving until I fuck you, Yeonjun.” And then he pushed one long finger inside Yeonjun.
Soobin moved his finger around. Yeonjun’s entrance had already been loosened by his tongue so he quickly added a second one, that time around meeting more resistance. He rested his face on Yeonjun’s soft butt cheek, feeling him jostle as he scissored him.
“More,” Yeonjun demanded. “C’mon Soobin.”
A third finger joined the others inside Yeonjun, barely fitting. Soobin opened and closed them, taking his time dilating him.
“I’m ready, Soobin. Just fuck me,” Yeonjun told him breathlessly.
Soobin, aching to finally be inside him, didn’t argue although he knew he could use some more stretching. He retrieved his fingers, wiping them on Yeonjun’s jeans. He quickly got rid of his own pants and underwear and lubed his shaft generously.
“Soobin!” Yeonjun called needily.
“Shh.” With a hand on the base of his cock, he directed it towards Yeonjun’s wanton asshole, inch by inch sinking into him.
“Oh fuck.” Yeonjun panted, not expecting Soobin to be so thick. He gripped the feet of the statue. “You’re big." And somehow, he felt thicker the more he advanced. Yeonjun winced, stuck between pleasure and pain.
Soobin hissed when he was all the way inside. He set an unhurried pace, entranced by the sight of his cock disappearing inside of Yeonjun. Yeonjun had narrow hips and a small, perky butt, giving the illusion that his cock was even bigger than it already was.
"It's hard to believe it fits all the way inside you," Soobin commented, thrusting deep inside of Yeonjun.
Said boy seemed on the verge of collapse, twitching like live wire. Even his hands had trouble holding onto the sculpture, his whole nervous system shocked by the pleasure that Soobin's cock brought him.
"I- Ah!" Soobin pushed Yeonjun’s back downwards, forcing it to curve even more, and picked up the pace, stimulating his prostate head on. He took advantage of the angle and set a brutal pace, the sound of skin slapping against skin loud on the deserted graveyard, until Yeonjun's legs gave out.
Soobin sighed, enamoured by the twitching pile of limbs that Yeonjun had become on the ground. "You're so cute, my love."
Yeonjun had trouble articulating words, as his thoughts were senseless. An instinctual desire to be used by the man that stood before him possessed him and he gripped Soobin's feet, not unlike how he had touched the statue's own minutes ago. He let out one drawn-out whine and Soobin stooped to his level.
Kai's eyes shot open, as they always did when an intruder dared step into his home. He pushed the slab of stone that covered his coffin to the side and sat up, letting his nose guide him where he needed to be.
The intruders in question had gone straight to the cemetery, making out against the statue of his grandmother's grave. They engaged in some strange foreplay, involving a knife, which he found both arousing and off-putting. Was that what people did in modern times? Slide a sharp knife down their lovers throats, an open display of power. From what he remembered from his youth, he had never wanted to flirt with death. He used to avoid dangerous things as much as he could. As the tallest of the intruders tore the buttons of the other man’s shirt off though, his hesitance was fully consumed with arousal.
A watcher, he always was. He'd stare whenever he could at beautiful things. He liked stuffed toys and playing with his sisters' dolls. He let them stick flowers on his hair and he cleaned their wounds if they ever got hurt. He had always been weak for sweet, pretty things. For sweet, pretty people too.
He used to stare at what he wanted until an opportunity to take it presented itself. He had done that with that beautiful man who arrived at the family manor one day, but he hadn't known he had nefarious intentions with Kai since the moment they met. Once he had gotten Kai alone in a secluded room, he had kissed him and bitten him and let him have a taste of his blood. Many peaceful weeks had gone until the night his urges awakened and he ate his mom and dad and his sisters and buried them in an empty grave, just like he had done with Beomgyu, for them to rot and be forgotten about.
He had avoided the yard after Beomgyu. He didn't want to see his decomposed corpse, afraid that the image he had of him would be tarnished, in the same way it had happened after he saw his family's decaying bodies.
He watched the intruders fuck like animals on the supposedly holy grounds of the cemetery, until one of them collapsed on the floor and a pang of sadness rushed through him as he remembered Beomgyu's legs giving out. They had had so much fun together, but all good things came to an end, and his desire to eat him too had been stronger than anything else he had ever felt.
He salivated as they started fucking again, this time sitting on the ground. Blood and arousal and fear always smelled divine.
"Soobin, ah! Ahh!"
Soobin had sat on the ground, with his back against the statue, and guided Yeonjun to sit on his lap.
Yeonjun was too far gone to move without assistance, so Soobin had gripped his waist and guided him up and down on his cock roughly. Yeonjun had found support on his shoulders and let him do as he wanted, moaning his name like a prayer.
"I love you, Yeonjun," Soobin said. He kissed the crook of his neck and slowed down a bit, and Yeonjun’s breath stuttered. “Do you love me too?” He asked, caressing Yeonjun’s bruised waist softly.
Yeonjun frowned slightly, unsure of what to answer. “I… What kind of question is that?”
Soobin remained serious and Yeonjun was worried for a second that he wouldn’t make it out alive, before Soobin chuckled and reached for the knife that had fallen to the ground next to them.
“You’re right.” Yeonjun sighed with relief, before Soobin’s next words hit him like a bucket of cold water. “There’s no doubt you love me too.” And then the blade was being pushed against his abdomen, its tip sinking painfully on his skin.
“What are you doing?!” Yeonjun interrogated, alarmed when he got the feeling the knife would actually dig deep into him. He tried to get away, but Soobin curved an arm around his back, keeping him in place.
“I want to carve my name on you,” Soobin explained, taking the pressure away. He turned his head to the side, sending him a questioning look. “Don’t you want to belong to me?”
“Me first!” Yeonjun demanded. “You belonged to me first.” It’s the best excuse Yeonjun could come up with on the spot. Luckily, Soobin seems pleased.
“Of course, love.” Soobin kissed Yeonjun’s lips, before giving him the knife. “Take your time.”
Yeonjun inhaled, hoping that Soobin doesn’t notice how shaky his hands are. The knife was sharp, much sharper than any knife he had ever handled before, because it cut through skin as if it was butter. One long, crooked swipe painted the first line of the letter Y. Another joined the first, making a V, before sliding downwards and finally making the first letter of his name.
Soobin’s hips jumped against Yeonjun’s butt. “You like that?” Yeonjun said, amused by his reactions. Soobin moaned as Yeonjun wrote the E on his skin.
“Yeah.” Soobin grunted. Yeonjun gently rocked his hips as he pressed the blade more deeply into his stomach. There was blood oozing from the wounds, a thick drop dripping from the last cut. They were only two letters in when something interrupted them.
Beomgyu's rest had been peaceful. There were no worries, no thoughts, just a comfortable fuzziness surrounding him. He was so at peace with himself that he forgot that he existed. The last few stressful weeks of his life seemed as foreign as the memory of a past life.
"Kai," he mumbled.
Beomgyu was awoken. He opened his eyes as wide as he could, the scent of something delicious, like he hadn't tasted in months, forcing him out of his slumber. He was climbing out of the deep grave he had been thrown into with feline agility, making a beeline for the tangy aroma that was burned into his brain.
He salivated, suffering from a hunger that he had never felt before, with the bothersome sensation that his stomach was eating itself.
Kai lurked behind a sculpture, on the opposite side of a couple of humans. The humans were distracted, too busy staring each other to notice the looming threat. Beomgyu's eyes immediately zeroed on a tiny wound in one of the boy's stomachs, an enticing drop of blood flowing out of it.
Kai was getting closer, slowly as if he wanted to surprise them in the same way he had done with Beomgyu many moons ago.
Beomgyu was split between getting Kai away from the boys or destroying them. In the end, he followed his instincts, now stripped from the human emotions that once made him weak.
He lurched at Soobin and Yeonjun, attacking Yeonjun first. He let his fangs sink into his delicate neck, ripping his throat apart. Blood gurgled out of him in waves, painting his and Soobin's torso crimson. He didn't give enough time for the other boy to process the situation, soon diving forwards and burying his teeth on his silky neck and swallowing his blood greedily. He didn't even feel Soobin trying to push him away, pulling on his hair and scratching down his back. He felt the warm liquid going smoothly down his esophagus in complete bliss. When there didn't seem to be any more to drink in Soobin's lifeless body, he went back to Yeonjun, who had choked on his own blood.
Beomgyu didn't know how much time had passed. He innocently looked up at a stunned Kai and his eyes were red, gold and black.
"You're mine," he declared, blood dripping down his chin. He crawled towards Kai and clawed at his legs. " Mine ."
Kai frowned. "I thought you were dead," he mumbled. "That's what I had intended."
"I don't care," Beomgyu told him, using his grip on Kai's pants to hoist himself up, leaning against him. "I knew what you wanted to do with them. I'm not letting you have someone else, Kai. You're mine."
Kai lifted his eyebrows, surprised. "You're insane."
Beomgyu shrugged. "It's your fault. You can't get rid of me now. I came back all wrong."
There were a few minutes were Kai seemed to consider his words.
"You won't take me?" Beomgyu asked. He chewed on his lower lip nervously. "I don't have anything else anymore. I'm a monster."
Kai laughed. "No, Beomgyu. You came back as beautiful as you were before." He cupped his cheek. "You love me?"
"More than life itself," Beomgyu told him. It was ironic, because Kai was the one who had stripped him from his humanity. He was the one who ended Beomgyu's life.
"Then you're free to stay with me," Kai said sweetly. "Although you wouldn't be able to leave even if you wanted to. You're bound to the place where you were turned."
Beomgyu smiled. "That's alright. How could I want to leave if I'm with the one I love?"
Kai had always loved pretty things and pretty people. Having his own beautiful doll to play with forever was a dream come true.