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Every time he touches him, Jing Yuan feels nothing but coldness.
As expected. Yanqing is essentially a walking corpse, after all.
Yet he is a corpse that wields an ultimate power in this city. He is the one who overlooks it, who protects humans from the ones like him, vampires. But like a true mediator, rich with centuries of wisdom and experience, he is the one who protects vampires from humans and… other vampires. This city is far from the utopia, but Yanqing is trying to make it one. He's trying to create a place where humans and vampires can coexist in peace, even if one group still has to mask their existence and true nature.
Jing Yuan could see the toll it took on the vampire. Yanqing was turned young, around 12 or 14 years old, and he looked the part. Short stature, high-pitched voice, soft and childlike features. His exotic blonde hair and supernatural golden eyes gave him an innocent appearance, and while he is not malicious or cruel, Yanqing is far from being innocent. If you were to sit down and talk with him, the real him, you would quickly realize how wrong your first impression was. Because this "child" spoke and acted like a very tired old man.
Well, while still old, Yanqing was anything but tired in Jing Yuan's presence.
Yanqing's hands would always find a way to snake along Jing Yuan's body, making the hunter shiver in response. The soft whispers and kisses made his heart throb with unknown and unfamiliar longing. And don't even get Jing Yuan started on the fucking, because that old vampire sure knows how to fuck his brains out, despite being significantly smaller than him. And on top of all that, Yanqing would pamper Jing Yuan with material gifts. Not that Jing Yuan needed them, but it's the thoughtfulness that counts. The vampire is also interested in Jing Yuan's company, inviting him to Yanqing's lair, your typical penthouse in the middle of a bustling city, where they would talk, they would drink, they would debate, they would play, they would laugh…
Yanqing felt more like a close friend and a lover than a business partner.
Why, though?
Why is he hugging the vampire hunter from behind, dexterous fingers unbuttoning Jing Yuan's shirt? Why is he softly whispering praises to him, thanking for the job well-done, especially considering that said job is a part of their agreement? What did Yanqing even see in him?
"You did such a good job," Yanqing says, cuddling up to the hunter, splattered with blood of the vampire's kin. The old vampire presses a kiss against the fabric of the shirt. "I'm so proud of you, love."
Jing Yuan hums as he tries to pull away, to no avail, as Yanqing tightens his grip a little. "I want to take it off," the hunter explains, and only then does the blonde let him pull away. Jing Yuan walks over to the couch as he takes off his shirt and sets it down on it. He stretches a little, feeling Yanqing's gaze on his body. A hungry one or one filled with prickling lust?
When he turns around, however, he finds out that it was one of worry and concern. The golden eyes fixate on the abdomen and when Jing Yuan looks down, he sees more blood, this time his own , dripping from a wound that he doesn't remember getting. Before he could even say anything, Yanqing's cold voice cut through the silence of the living room. "Who did this to you?"
And now Jing Yuan felt an inkling of fear. He saw plenty of angry and livid vampires, hell, he saw a gang of those today, but the thing is, he never saw Yanqing rage. Not when he, Yingxing and Dan Feng had boldly challenged the vampire on the command of Jingliu, getting a brutal, but effortless on Yanqing's side, beat down. That time he was almost uncannily serene and even seemed a little… happy? He was even happier when Jingliu and the rest did strike a deal - to dispose of all aggressive and dangerous vampires, basically doing all the dirty work for him. He was cold, professional, but also courteous and civil with everyone else… everyone, except Jing Yuan. With Jing Yuan he was always, always , been nothing short of kind, attentive and weirdly affectionate. The second Yanqing takes notice of Jing Yuan's presence - his gaze would soften.
This was the first time he saw Yanqing show any other kind of emotion. And what a misfortune that it happened to be rage. Like a blizzard, only picking up in intensity, blinding the vampire
But, even then, said fury wasn't directed at Jing Yuan, rather a thug that dared to hurt him.
"Love," Yanqing says, exhaling and looking up into Jing Yuan's eyes. "Please tell me the one that did this to you is dead now."
Jing Yuan huffs out a laugh and Yanqing relaxes a little. "Hah, well, isn't it my job, Yanqing daren? To kill anyone you point at, unless you say otherwise?"
Yanqing takes Jing Yuan by the arm and gently leads him to the couch, motioning him to lay down. The vampire hunter obeyed. "This isn't about a job. Not anymore," Yanqing frowns, rolling back the sleeve of his shirt, exposing his slender arm. "They hurt you."
"And I hurt them first. And I killed them in response," Jing Yuan sighs as the vampire inspects his wound. "If you're so scared of me getting hurt or killed, why won't you just fire me? Or turn me into a vampire?"
Yanqing growls quietly, closing his eyes. Yikes. Jing Yuan must've struck a nerve this time. "Because firing you means never seeing you again," the vampire opens his eyes again, his gaze now baring blatant melancholy. And now Jing Yuan just feels like an asshole. He should've kept his mouth shut. "And I know you don't want to be turned. You want to keep your humanity. I respect that, Jing Yuan."
Yanqing then raises his arm slightly, while his other hand reaches out, his index finger pointing at the exposed flesh of an arm. "Yanqing daren? What are you doing…?" Jing Yuan croaks out before Yanqing plunges his index finger into his arm, dragging it downward, the sickening sound of flesh being torn open ringing in Jing Yuan's ears, no matter how quiet in reality it actually was. Blood poured out of an open wound. "Yanqing daren!"
"This won't turn you," Yanqing reassured the vampire hunter, gently pushing the startled man back onto the couch. "But this will heal you… Aren't you feeling better already, baobei?" Not even a hint of pain in his unwavering voice.
A mortal being bestowed blood by a vampire usually meant that you were special to them. A good friend, a lover, a family… It was pretty common for vampires to do that, a grand gesture, a gift. But even then, being given blood by a vampire like Yanqing was something unheard off. One wrong move, either of the two getting just a little more greedy, and the mortal could easily experience a fate worse than death. Not turned unto another vampire, but instead becoming an empty shell of themselves, unable to die. Not even a zombie, because even mindless zombies or lower thralls are capable of doing something.
Jing Yuan's heart raced. He kept his mouth shut, as if afraid that even a tiny droplet would land into his throat. He could hear Yanqing laugh at that reaction, as the downpour of blood began to seize, the vampire's wound healing right in front of Jing Yuan's eyes. Too slow, though. The vampire hunter knows too well that Yanqing is capable of regenerating almost instantly, at the snap of a finger. Yet another show of trust the vampire had put on him.
The man looks down and feels his wound, or at least what's left of it. Nothing. Just healthy skin, only a little bit of drying blood, both his own and Yanqing's, being the only evidence of its existence.
"Woah," Jing Yuan laughs out and Yanqing happily joins him. "That was fucking disgusting and scary… But worth it. Thank you."
"You're always welcome, baobei," Yanqing giggles, tracing his fingers along the exposed torso. "Hm… Jing Yuan? Have I… rewarded you for a job well done yet?"
Ah, yes. The " reward" .
"Do I even deserve it, Yanqing daren? I kinda messed up over there and-"
"Nonsense! You carried out your job fantastically!" Yanqing hands then slide south, reaching the vampire hunter's pants. There, finally, after all the blood feast that was offered to Yanqing, does the vampire gain that hungry look in his golden eyes, hue matching Jing Yuan's. "Besides, I think we both need to unwind after such a scare."
Not even mad at him for making him worry. Just gratitude that he is with him here.
Yanqing, what is the reason behind your blind trust in Jing Yuan?
Jing Yuan exhales as he feels his cock being freed from the confines of his pants and moments later, the vampire hunter was laying undressed on the couch, stained with his own blood. "You're not going to show off a little bit of your own body? It's kinda unfair that I'm the only one laid bare, wouldn't you agree?"
Yanqing looks up to find a cheeky smile on the vampire hunter's face. That was enough to convince him. "As you wish, Jing Yuan." Jing Yuan shivers. Sure, the pet names were nice and all, but the way Yanqing spells each syllable of his name is more akin to a bewitching spell being cast. Perhaps this was exactly the case.
Yanqing unbuttoned his vest and his dress shirt, pulling them off himself and throwing them away somewhere on the floor. Jing Yuan admires the lean body, pale skin which is white like a fresh autumn snow, the small hints of muscles, pinkish perky nipples. If it wasn't for his guilt and fear of judgment, he would gladly fuck the vampire himself. If only Yanqing didn't look like a child. Well, not that Jing Yuan is in any way against getting pounded by a small dick, that slips inside him effortlessly, just enough to reach and hit at the hunter's prostate at the right angle.
"Yanqi-" Jing Yuan began, but he was cut short when Yanqing touched his dick, fingers tracing over the sensitive flesh.
"So hard already. Are you that desperate for carnage, dear? Was it the bloodlust? Was it me pouring my blood, all for you?" Yanqing asks, and Jing Yuan squirmed at the feeling of the vampire's other hand reaching down to his bottom, two fingers pressing against his ready hole. "How barbaric of you, Jing Yuan," he tuts in a playful judgment.
Jing Yuan doesn't respond, only whines and writhes on the couch when he feels small digits enter him. They were wet, but with what? When did Yanqing get the lube ready and coated his fingers? What was said lube made out of? Was Jing Yuan having someone's blood pushed inside him? If yes, then whose? And why is that thought both disgusting and sickeningly nauseating, as well as exhilarating and thrilling, enticing even?
"You seem to want me to skip the foreplay, my love," Yanqing shakes his head, hands working hard on both the hunter's cock and ass. "But I need you to just grit your teeth and bear it." The blonde vampire then leans in and presses a kiss on Jing Yuan's forehead, cold lips meeting the hot skin in an almost painful momentary dance. "I won't keep you waiting any more than I need to."
"I don't mind you going rough, Yanqing daren," Jing Yuan gaps and bites his lip. "You know I can handle it."
"I don't want you to "handle" it,” Yanqing punctuates his sentence with a flick of his wrist, his small hand coiling around Jing Yuan’s leaking cock. The vampire hunter thrusts into the vampire’s grasp, head thrown back as he moans. He doesn’t need to look at Yanqing, he knows the vampire is smiling impishly at such vulgar display. “I want you to enjoy it. I want you to drown in it. Eyes rolling back into your head, tears of pleasure pouring from your lust glazed eyes, mouth open and drooling, uncaring and oblivious to how you look.”
“Fuck-!” Jing Yuan whines into the movements, as Yanqing adds another finger and speeds up, pumping the hunter’s cock faster. “I’m gonna-”
And it stops.
Of course, it is.
Yanqing is a patient man, Jing Yuan knows that too well from how lenient and forgiving he was with the hunter. Back when they first met, in a flame of battle, to them just starting out their working relationship, the vampire’s pursuit and courting and finally…
Jing Yuan gasps, feeling emptiness inside and his cock aching for more. He looks at smug looking Yanqing. “Well then,” the vampire giggles, aligning his cock against Jing Yuan’s ready hole. “I think you’re prepared enough. Shall we begin?”
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Yanqing, indeed, is a patient man.
He waited long enough. Tens of centuries have passed. Long enough for Yanqing to become powerful enough to be bestowed with a title of an “ancient”. With that title came perks, responsibilities and inconveniences. Humans and other vampires alike had sought him out, get in his good graces in order to further their goals, however selfish or selfless they may be. Sometimes, Yanqing would help. Sometimes he didn’t, particularly when said requests would get in the way of Yanqing’s ultimate goal of creating, not a utopia, but at least a place where vampires and humans can coexist peacefully.
He remembers asking this question to Jing Yuan. Both of them.
“Do you think it is possible for a world, where we all could get along with each other, to exist?”
This is how the newly turned Yanqing made sure that Jing Yuan was someone who he could trust, learning that he truly was unlike any other vampire. This is how the senior vampire Yanqing made sure that it was still Jing Yuan, his Jing Yuan.
The answer was the same.
Which, of course, brings up the question of whatever or not the concept of reincarnation is a real law of this world and if all creatures, including vampires, have a right to it.
The chances of there being two completely identical men, with same appearance, same twinkle in their golden eyes, same beauty mark under their left eye, same low and smooth voice, same personality, same opinions, same attitude, same mannerisms, same taste, same…
He’s the same .
Even if Jing Yuan, the current one, doesn’t realize it.
Is it wrong of Yanqing to love Jing Yuan for a person he once was? Yes. Does he truly care? After witnessing Jing Yuan perish in front of him? After spending many lonely centuries without him? After the only warmth in his afterlife was taken away from Yanqing? No, no, Yanqing doesn’t care.
He doesn’t want to be turned. He flinches every time Yanqing would nuzzle his neck, cold lips caressing Jing Yuan’s skin… Even if the vampire was merely going for a kiss. Jing Yuan knows well that Yanqing hates drinking from people, even if they gave their consent. So why does he flinch? He knows that Yanqing won’t hurt him, never, he won’t let anyone hurt him.
Did he figure Yanqing out, then?
Had it been Yanqing’s way, his ideal scenario, Jing Yuan wouldn’t be working under him as a glorified mercenary, preferring the term “executioner” instead. Yanqing would much rather just have Jing Yuan with him, without the young hunter risking his life and getting his hands dirty for Yanqing. But, alas, it is the only way to keep him close to the vampire.
The blonde overlooks the sleeping body of his lover, Jing Yuan’s long and soft white hair tempting him to reach out and run his fingers through them. The man’s chest was rising and falling slowly, a working and living machine, much unlike Yanqing’s broken and dead one. The vampire liked joking to himself that Jing Yuan, that night, had stolen his breath away and is yet to return it, no matter how many centuries have passed. Perhaps, this is no longer a joke. Both as a vampire and as a human - Jing Yuan was and continues persistently to be a wonder, a life changer, a life savior.
Ironically, Yanqing doesn’t feel or even really remember what it is like to be alive, until he has him in his sight.
All the longing and nostalgia and yearning crashing down on him, like ocean’s waves upon the rocky cliffs and beaches.
And in these moments, Yanqing is sure his heart is about to start beating again.