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Darkness was covering him like a thick blanket. He couldn't move. He couldn't breathe. He was getting cold and he heard muffled voices around himself.
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Jongho opened his eyes and he was shivering under a thin blanket. He was in a cabin. A cursory look out of the purple tinted window confirmed that he was in the woods. Another cursory look under the blanket confirmed that he was indeed nude. He sat up and did an odd shimmy to make sure nothing weird happened to him while he was out… aside from losing his clothes… and being taken to… wherever this was.
There was a pile of new clothes and a post-it on a chair next to his bed.
'I think these should fit, please feel free to use the white board and the sticky notes to leave requests.'
"What the hell is going on?" Jongho mumbled as he read the neat handwriting.
Someone had generously supplied him with the softest flannel pajama pants and a black t-shirt that said SEOUㄹ in bold, white letters.
He got dressed and searched the cabin. There were three rooms. In the bedroom (which strangely only locked from the outside) there was a bed, a lamp, a chair, and a desk. Across the tiny hall, there was the bathroom, which consisted of an unusually spacious shower, a heated Japanese style toilet, and a designer looking sink with drawers below it and a medicine cabinet above.
There was a main room with a spacious layout… considering how small it was. The kitchen lined one wall. A tiny library with the biggest bean bag chair he'd ever seen in the opposite corner, one wall had a sizable TV, and in the center was a beanbag sofa. The windows were all barred and tinted an unusual purple colour. They must've been for show because none of them opened.
He tried the doorknob and received a nasty shock. He sat down on the sofa and noticed a small collection of dumbbells. He wasn't sure if this was the worst or best thing that ever happened to him. He went to the fridge, mostly to take stock and also to see if there was anything he couldn't do IN the house. It seemed as if he had free reign as long as he didn't try to leave.
There was a sliding glass door that led to a small balcony. Jongho learned that he could also step out there with no issue. It seemed his captors wanted him to get enough vitamin D.
What he could learn from standing outside was that he was in the middle of nowhere and shouting for help was pointless. He tried. The fact that he was barefoot probably didn't help him much either.
He went back inside with a sigh. He sat on the sofa for a moment before slapping his knees and going to the desk in his new room. He checked through the drawers and found a box full of post-its and a pen.
Hello, my name is Jongho and I have several questions.
First, if this has anything to do with the 'training' the higher ups at work were laughing derisively about, I would like to formally hand in my resignation.
Second, if this isn't the reason, please tell me why I'm being held captive so we can remedy the issue and I can get on with my previously boring life.
Thanks in advance
He stuck it to the whiteboard on the back of the front door then as an afterthought he wrote a shopping list with his favourite snacks, vitamins, and coffee. He worked out for a bit, found out he had all the video platforms, all the satellite stations, and YouTube. He watched TV until he fell asleep on the sofa. The next morning he woke with a sharp gasp on his bed. New clothes were on the chair.
There was a post-it that said, You'll hurt your neck and catch a cold if you continue to sleep on the sofa.
At least he wasn't naked today.
Whoever was holding him had weird taste in shirts. He took a quick, warm shower and pulled on an I ❤ NY shirt. He decided to test how much he could get his captives to do and asked for a Nintendo switch on the whiteboard.
The idea came to him when he was sitting on the heated toilet seat and realised he didn't want to get up, but he also would be bored out of his mind if he stayed there just reading shampoo bottles. He finally decided to leave his wonderful throne of warmth and comfort to explore the tiny cabin some more. He went to make breakfast and found the coffee and snacks he wanted on the counter with a few bottles next to it.
Earlier. Somewhere else
"So basically, you just stick a few drops of blood in each of these gel caps, and seal it up, and he'll feel great. After long enough, he'll be eating out of your hand."
"I mean if you say so."
Jongho
"Multivitamin..." The bottle was sealed so he had no reason to doubt it. He made himself a fancy breakfast. Might as well. He had an entire day of YouTube tutorials and exercise videos to look forward to. He ran to the whiteboard and wrote ' more notebooks and pencils. ' He was going to need them for writing down recipes.
He sat down, after using a coffee table for a dining table and helped himself to bacon, eggs, sausage and pancakes.The coffee they gave him didn't seem to have the same kick as the kind he had at work. At least it didn't have the same chalky aftertaste.
He took his vitamins and stretched for a while before following an exercise video. He washed his dishes and turned on Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D.
At midnight, his eyes fell shut again. He dreamed, quite vividly, that night. There was a tall man with light hair. Jongho was on his knees, mouthing at the front of this man's jeans while the tall man gently cupped the back of his head, pulling him closer. The tall man's eyes glowed, and he growled at Jongho.
" You're so good. " He groaned. Jongho saw nothing wrong with any of this, he just grabbed the man's hips, pushing his face harder against the bulge in front of him.
His eyes snapped open and he was in bed again. The chair next to him had new clothes, a shirt that said LONDON in big, bold letters. The note asked if he was alright because he was making some unusual noises.
Jongho waddled to the bathroom and stripped off his clothes. He barely waited for the water to warm up before he was in the shower, stroking himself with a conditioner covered hand. His brain hadn't even fully come online before he had to brace his hand on the wall and he came with a choked groan. Once his shower was done he wrote on the whiteboard
' Fleshjack and a gallon of lube. '
It was really unusual for him to be uncontrollably aroused like this, but maybe he was getting bored or all the isolation was doing strange things to him.
He realised his request for a switch had been wiped clean and he looked into the living room.
He felt like a kid on Christmas. The Nintendo had a note on it, 'Please remember to eat.'
He ate breakfast, took his vitamins, exercised, played with his switch and fell asleep at midnight again. He dreamt of the same man. He peeled away the tight jeans and nuzzled him through his underwear.
This routine happened for several days. He lost track of time. And despite getting his requested lube and sex toys, (his captors gave him extras) he felt like his dick was going to fall off. Was it the isolation or the monotony of his days? Jongho couldn't figure out why he was being like this.
Jongho made sure to be sitting on the shower floor under cold, running water at midnight.
He was shivering violently and barely able to keep his eyes open by the time the shower door was wrenched open and the water was turned off.
He was picked up by strong arms and pulled out of the shower.
"N-n-noooo." Jongho whined, "my dick hurts- can't… anymore."
"Sleep." The tall man with the light hair whispered.
"But nobody answered my question…" he struggled feebly.
"What question?"
"I wrote a letter. Why 'm I here?" His eyes rolled shut and he fell still.
He wrapped Jongho up in a big fluffy towel and tucked him into bed with new clothes on the chair. Jongho dreamt he was being protected by the tall man with light hair, and for the first time in days, he didn't wake up trying to hump his mattress. This was a nice change from being uncontrollably horny. He sat up with the cold realization that this was a high point, and something within him broke. He didn't get out of bed that day. He didn't get up to eat. He didn't get up to exercise. He merely curled tighter under the blankets when the numbness gave way to hunger pangs he still didn't get up. He just fell asleep at midnight again and woke up the next morning. He was ravenous and developing a headache. Who was that blond man he was dreaming about?
He took his vitamins before eating breakfast and was agitated all day. Instead of exercising, he sat, and ate and ate. He ate so much he made himself sick. He passed out on the floor by the toilet at midnight.
Yunho felt Jongho's forehead. He wasn't warm. He tried to pull his hand away, but Jongho was deceptively strong. He had a grip on Yunho's wrist and slowly dragged it down to his crotch.
"What are you doing?"
"Need…" Jongho murmured as he canted his hips against the large palm. Yunho's fingers twitched a moment before he pulled out of Jongho's grip. Jongho lunged at Yunho, landing in his lap, rutting against Yunho's thigh. Jongho whimpered, rubbing his face against Yunho's shoulder.
Yunho hesitated. "Do you want to take the sweatpants off?"
Jongho nodded. Yunho pulled the waistband down and slipped the pants off one leg at a time.
"Please- I'm dying-" he whined.
"I doubt it." Yunho smirked.
Jongho cried out when Yunho wrapped his fingers around the base of Jongho's dick.
"You're leaking so much." Yunho teased.
"It won't stop." Jongho gasped.
He keened as Yunho took it upon himself to lick Jongho clean.
It didn't take long for Jongho to come with a pained whimper.
"Shh." Yunho ran his fingers through Jongho's hair, putting him to sleep.
Elsewhere
"How long do you think it'll be before you can interrogate him?" One of the people watching Jongho on a screen asked.
"At least a day or two." Yunho replied.
Jongho
Jongho woke up in a mood. He wasn't sure if it was good or bad, but at least he wasn't hungry again. He paced the floor until midnight where he promptly fell to the floor in a heap mid turn.
Yunho came in and tried to pick Jongho up, but this time, Jongho managed to squirm out of Yunho's grip. Yunho was pinned to the wall, but before he could fight back, Jongho dropped to his knees, nuzzling the denim in front of his face.
"Y-you don't have to-" he choked on his words as Jongho pulled his jeans open, "oh Fuck."
The pants were roughly pulled down to his thighs and Jongho was mouthing at the soft cotton, rubbing up and down with his nose before doing it again.
Jongho made a strange yip noise as he was lifted off the floor and deposited onto his bed. His pants disappeared over Yunho's shoulder.
Jongho's eyes rolled back when Yunho sucked him down to the base as he pressed a finger in to his knuckle. Jongho had both hands in Yunho's hair. His back arched, and loud noises flew out of his mouth as one finger became two, scissoring him open. It made obscene squelching noises as he squeezed a bit of lube and pressed a third finger in.
"Hyung- Fuck- please- Fuck I need- Fuck- hurry, it's driving me insane." Yunho pulled his fingers away at Jongho's babbled begging.
"Are you sure?"
"I've been so touch starved-please."
"Relax for me." Jongho nodded, spreading his legs.
Yunho grabbed Jongho's calves and paused.
"These are gonna feel so good around my waist." He squeezed the tan thighs and hummed. He drizzled lube down his length and up Jongho's cock, making the younger man hiss.
"Ready?" Yunho asked, already pushing in.
Jongho spread his legs wider and Yunho pushed Jongho's knees up and up and up until they were touching Jongho's shoulders. Yunho slid in one smooth glide, holding still and looking at Jongho's pained face.
"You want me to move yet?"
"Ho- hold- hold-" his breath had been ripped from his lungs.
Yunho held disturbingly still aside from the hands feeling the muscles in his thighs.
"I'm Yunho, by the way." He said pleasantly.
"It feels like you're jabbing me in the stomach and tearing me in half." Jongho ground out.
Yunho reached between them and gently pressed on a nerve.
Jongho gasped sharply. He couldn't seem to get enough air as Yunho kept massaging that spot.
"Tell me when I can move, baby bear."
"Baby b- why I aughtta" Jongho twisted a bit to pinch at Yunho and something set his nerves alight, "-oh Fuck- move move-ohhhhh"
Yunho rolled his hips back.
"Then tell me your name."
"Jongho!"
Yunho snapped his hips forward. Jongho took a deep breath every time Yunho slammed into the younger man. Yunho bit his lip, trying to stay at least a little quiet as he put his feet on the floor and angled into Jongho that much harder. Jongho's eyes were rolling into his head and he appeared to be murmuring quiet prayers as Yunho's unnaturally soft hands roamed up and down his sides.
Jongho took himself in hand, gasping at how sensitive he still was, and squeezed his legs around Yunho's waist.
"You close?" Yunho grabbed Jongho's sides and squeezed harshly.
"Uh huh…" Jongho rolled his hips in time with Yunho.
Jongho wrapped an arm behind Yunho's neck and pressed their foreheads together. Yunho nipped at Jongho's lower lip. A tiny pinprick of pain set Jongho off and he came with a soft gasp.
Yunho let go and came with a snarl.
"Fuck, you taste good." Yunho drawled against Jongho's lips. Nosing up his jaw to nuzzle his ear.
Jongho relaxed as Yunho practically melted into him.
"Now will you answer my question?"
"Which question?" Yunho hummed against his neck.
"Why am I here? I've been kidnapped, I'd like to know why."
"You have information we need to know."
"Ohh man, do you have the wrong guy." Jongho chuckled. He traced the shell of Yunho's ear, "my head is full of song lyrics and homework assignments."
"You work for Hart Pharma, don't you?" Yunho pushed onto his forearms.
Jongho would have loved to talk about anything else but his horrible job. Even quantum physics was preferable.
"Yeah… as an intern… of sorts. I've been there for months, and I still have no idea what we do."
"What do you mean? You've been caught on film. You're a competent hunter"
"...hunter?" Jongho played with Yunho's lower lip, "I don't go hunting."
"You hunt vampires." Yunho insisted, "I've seen it."
"You believe in vampires?" He chuckled.
"You don't?" Yunho looked at Jongho like a predator analyzing its prey, "What DO you do for Hart?"
"I think I'm a gopher for a surveyor or something. All this time and my job title is still 'intern'. No other job description… I bet they think my name is intern. Honestly I would have quit sooner if the pay wasn't so good. They're assholes."
"Would you be able to show me where the vampire hunter's HQ is?"
"Would you stop talking like a conspiracy nut and let me go home?" Jongho was getting irritated. Yunho was getting irritated, but if he wasn't careful, he wouldn't get anywhere with this kid.
"Where do you work?" Yunho growled. "The location. Could you show us?"
"Yeah. No problem."
"Also you have two choices after you show me where their base is. You can join us. Fight on our side, and become like us for eternity, I'll introduce you to the others after you decide."
Jongho looked at Yunho skeptically, "or?"
"Or we'll all feed off of you until your heart can no longer sustain. And we'll dispose of your empty husk somewhere in the woods. Your choice."
"No offense, but I doubt you could hold your own against m-" The mischievous smirk quickly left his face when he had suddenly gone from laying down with Yunho still inside of him to being suspended in the air by his throat. Yunho held him aloft with one hand, snarling. His eyes flashed; they looked like pools of mercury. Jongho tried to get Yunho's hand off of his throat. So much for handling things with diplomacy.
"Since we seem to be at an impasse. You , saying that you're finding it hard to believe in vampires, and I don't believe a word you say, considering surveillance shows that you've killed no less than three of my kind. I'll let you decide whether to cooperate or die." Yunho's voice was disturbingly calm, considering he looked as if he wanted nothing more than to eviscerate Jongho.
"I've nev-er… kggh-" Yunho's hand tightened slightly, "never-" Jongho gasped for air, tapping at Yunho's forearm, "Yunho…" Jongho's eyes rolled as darkness overtook him.
Yunho stomped angrily into the control room. His three companions sniffed loudly.
"Well, that seems to have gone well." Seonghwa smirked.
"You seem a bit on edge, considering you just got laid."
Wooyoung chuckled.
"Did you learn anything?" Hongjoong asked.
Yunho continued down the hall without a word.