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San would be hissing in pain if he still had his tongue.

It wasn't everyday that his prey fights back. Sometimes, he even prefers it that way! A little spice balances out the sweet taste of blood, which sours into a delicious tang once San fucks into them, tainting it's purity by removing them off their virginity.

Trudging back to the manor in pain and jawless wasn't the worst feeling in the world. He's been dismembered before- an arm, both legs, even his own member! But as long as he can come home, someone will be able to patch him up.

Tonight though, he was livid.

Vampire was the label San had chosen to be the closest identification he could get as an undead. With bloodlust and an affinity for nighttime, he and his coven occasionally stalk out any and all creatures who stumble onto their territory to quench their thirst.

And it was San's turn in the year to hunt. Being leader of his own vampire coven wasn't something he had aspired for, but it did have it's 'benefits' as Seonghwa would say. Sure, he was the strongest, in physical prowess. The members did well in covering each other's weaknesses, allowing them to reign over their terrain for nearly a millennia.

Tonight however, San had been sloppy with his kill, unable to sniff out the honeypot he had scored.

She had been a bounty hunter who had played her role well, allowing San to penetrate her just as his teeth sank into her shoulder.

With San still lodged within her, she had managed to hook her thumb into San's mouth under the guise of sexual play, but as soon as his fangs broke skin, she had extended the magic of her acrylic nails to slice his jaw cleanly off the hinge.

But it was just a scratch to him, as he was merely too powerful, even without his teeth, he was still able to overpower her by crippling her legs before smashing her head into a particularly large tree, instantly killing her fragile human body.

Which ended him covered in putrid blood and soil.

San had tried to tsk at the memory, and couldn't frown either at the realization he had only half a face. Why do they even try to purge them each year?

A squeal pierces his ears as soon as he opens the door to his mansion.

"Sannie!" Wooyoung calls.

San gives him a look at the affection name. Those were for the bed! What if someone saw him being called so casually by someone on the window?

Wooyoung was their most recent addition, turned by Seonghwa behind his back. And though the elder vampire knew that they had an aesthetic to follow, San had learned to tolerate the chipper energy and light Wooyoung brings to their undead life.

"How goes the hunt?" He asks, and San just stares him down until he notices the lack of words. "Oh."

Wooyoung then goes to fetch San's divan, allowing their coven leader to finally rest as he gestures towards his body.

Wooyoung's mouth waters at the sight.

"W-would you like to bathe now, my Lord?" Wooyoung asks, laying the title on thick as his eagerness becomes evident in the way his crotch becomes tented in his slacks. "Seonghwa might take a while to arrive."

San rolls his eyes at that. Seonghwa had inhuman speed!

But he likes to think himself as a merciful leader, and Wooyoung always did look cute when he pathetically begged.

He decides to reward him the honor of being the first to taste him.

Water was the source of all life in the Mother Goddess' land, so it only made sense that it burned to those opposite of what She considered alive.

Wooyoung had to learn the hard way- nearly melting his undead lungs when he took a long swig of spring water in the river that took nearly all of Seonghwa's mana at the time to cure.

San offers the hand he held his jaw and tongue in, letting Wooyoung taste his and his kill's blood as the fledgling willingly dipped his tongue across in a small puddle of crimson.

He watches Wooyoung moan at the contact, cock bursting to escape from his black trousers as he ignored the throb in favor of cleaning his Lord, taking kitten licks and fleeting touches to maximize the time he gets to worship San's skin.

San can feel whatever's left of his cheeks heating up despite his undeath at the display, with each strand of hair that falls over Wooyoung's nose as he takes each of San's fingers deep inside his throat.

He continues the path of his tongue upwards after sucking each digit clean, letting long strokes collect dirt and swirling the muscle at the crease of his arm-

San pushes him off at that. He should know by now how much he hated getting touched there.

Wooyoung chases after it- but San is quick to deliver a lovable flick to his forehead, staring down on the fledgling as if to say 'save some for the rest of the pack, dude.'

San maybe a monster, but he didn't pick favorites.

He dismisses Wooyoung with the hand he cleaned, which leaves the fledgling grumbling to himself as he readjusts his pants as he stands up.

But just in the nick of time, Seonghwa is there behind him.

"Hwa!" Wooyoung says, dramatically leaning onto the taller vampire's shoulder, "Sannie's being a meanie."

Even in their sharp, Victorian era suits and cravats, Seonghwa manages to look as dangerous and gloomy as they've branded themselves as he coos to Wooyoung while palming his crotch.

"Save this for Daddy then, okay?" He gives Wooyoung a small kiss to the temple before pushing him to stand straight. "Let me finish here."

San cringes at the display. If anything, Seonghwa should be calling himself a mother just like every other fool that perceived him.

Once Wooyoung zips away to leave them alone, Seonghwa regards him with a chuckle. "Losing your edge?"

San kicks at his shin, eliciting a laugh from Seonghwa.

"What did you have this time, a deer?" Seonghwa continues to tease as he lays himself on San's lap before taking a quick whiff. "Aaahh, caught by a honeypot huh?"

San takes his jaw's jagged tooth to write his reply in Seonghwa's skin, watching as the word 'fuck off' be inked in red before regenerating back into pale white flesh.

"Rude." He produces a thread and needle from his pocket and takes San's jaw into his other hand, "Now hold still for me."

Still mad, San listens regardless as Seonghwa begins to stitch back his flesh slowly, humming to himself with every binding loops he creates.

It lulls him into a state of comfort, feeling all prior hatred and tiredness seep out of him as he begins to reminisce on how he had exactly met Seonghwa.

Unlike Mingi, it was a rather peaceful night when the two vampires had encountered each other.

Seonghwa had looked up from the grave he dug up once San appeared, his medical research interrupted.

San had immediately braced himself for battle- a commonality in monsters once they've deemed the land to tread upon as his own.

But Seonghwa only met him with words.

"You won't be able to kill me." He had said, so sure of himself that San remembers immediately attacking him by busting his face with a punch.

Bones cracked and neck snapped, Seonghwa merely righted his head back in place with a chuckle as his sliced cheek closed up.

"A futile effort." Seonghwa giggled. "But I may have an idea on how to resolve this difference of ours."

Establishing a coven at his age wasn't something San had imagined- it hasn't been a century since he was turned! He just wanted to stave off his new found hunger, one that no amount of human food could ever fulfill.

"Hey," he hears Seonghwa's voice, which leads him to open his eyes. "Sleepyhead."

"Wuh-" San can feel his mouth again, but is instantly made to close it by Seonghwa pushing his chin up.

"I haven't bound it yet." Seonghwa said, licking his lips as his thumb traces the bloody seam of his handiwork. "Shall I serve my share in bathing you, my Lord?"

San shivers at his tone, nodding lazily as Seonghwa begins to lick each knob of thread lodged into San's skin, traveling a fine line across his face before parting San's lips with his own.

His clean hand finds Seonghwa's shoulder, holding onto it as he allows the past doctor to lick into his mouth, saliva dripping all around inside him as he can feel his disjointed tongue slowly merging back with his body.

He doesn't know how Seonghwa had made a healing salve out of his spit for the undead, but he allows his mind to derail his thoughts from it as he finally feels pleasure once every part of his face begins to feel brand new.

Soon enough, Seonghwa pulls away to lick down San's neck, collecting the mixture of blood, sweat and muck that he collected from his eventful night.

San was just about to moan when Seonghwa finally resents.

"Don't enjoy yourself too much now." Seonghwa teases, giggling when San becomes finally able to pout.

"You just want Wooyoung's cum down your throat." San mumbles as Seonghwa removes himself atop him.

"And what of it?" Seonghwa replies with sass. San's not exactly sure why or when semen had become a viable source of life according to the Mother Goddess- but Seonghwa had admitted to being a cum guzzler way before he had been turned. "Now take your clothes off so it can go to the laundry pile."

"Ugh, just let the blood seep into some hot water for tea-"

"We have an aesthetic to follow you barbarian!" Seonghwa says, tapping his fist lightly on top of San's head. "Really, you need to show some class."

San hisses at him with fangs, barely getting a reaction of fear out of Seonghwa before complying anyways and getting naked.

"Thanks for patching me up." He mumbles lamely, not wanting Seonghwa's head to get too big.

"I'll send in the next cleaner." Seonghwa says, taking the clothes with him before disappearing towards the direction of their kitchen.

Probably going to make the tea for Wooyoung's fledgling taste anyways.

But San isn't allowed to any further relaxation when he spots fiery red hair pass through the doors.

"Mingi." He feels his blood boiling at the smug smirk returned his way.

The man was in nothing but a pair of briefs, manhood tucked and straining at the side.

"Don't be upset, I made time for you." Mingi seemed to have caught the irritation in his voice, laying his tone with dissatisfaction as well.

Mingi was the only vampire in their coven that matched him in terms of strength, so much so that Seonghwa had to intervene at the time to break their stalemate before asking him to join their coven.

"It's better to have him as an ally rather than foe." Seonghwa had whispered to him once Mingi left to collect his belongings. "Plus, I know you think he's hot."

Which was a fact San didn't admit outloud.

"Let's get this over with now, I had left Yunho all gaped and needy back in my room." Mingi declares with a sigh as he sits beside the space San creates in the divan.

With the same amount of attitude, San offers his other arm, allowing Mingi to begin immediately as he starts to lick at his arm.

"Mmm," Mingi relishes the flavor of the liquids staining San's skin, "This tastes divine, did you really have to kill them?"

"Ugh, she was a honeypot." San says. Better to tell Mingi he had fell for a lure than make him think San struggled in a fight.

"See, that's why I don't get why you lead this coven and not Seonghwa," Mingi comments between licks, "I would have treated her like a queen."

San scoffs at that. Mingi had placed himself higher than San morally, saying that sex with his prey quenched his bloodlust better than consuming them.

Though, he admits it was quite genius of Mingi to spread rumors of how great an undead erection was in bed- netting them more prey eager to be tasters rather than the tastees.

But he'll never say that to his face.

"Well, you seem to be enjoying your queen's remains with gusto." San points out as Mingi suckled to get every last drop off of his skin.

"I'm honoring her memory by not wasting her life source!" Mingi argues, even licking his lips and fingers as he puts San's cleaned arm down. "Unlike you, killing people-"

"She had magic!" San blows up at him, arms raised in the air. "She sliced my mouth off sideways- ack!"

"Well she didn't do a good enough job if you're still yapping." Mingi says, smiling with his fangs out as San struggles to pull his wrist away from Mingi's hold. "But I know what's going to shut you up."

"Don't you dare-"

But dare he did as he held San by the waist before sitting back down with him placed at his lap.

"You're too tense, my Lord." Mingi laces the title with complete venom, "And we must clean every piece of filth of you, no?"

"Let go, you bastard!" San struggles as Mingi holds his right arm behind his neck, securing it with his own large hand.

"Quiet my Lord, let me show you just how much love can triumph over our killer instinct." Mingi says jutting out his long tongue.

Though he sees it, San can never prepare himself for the ticklish sensation of his armpit getting cleaned, one Seonghwa insisted must definitely and delicately be taken care of the most during their baths to disguise their undead scent to humans.

But San would rather they stank than smell the bullshit their eldest vampire liked to spew.

Mingi's other hand has found place onto San's hip, gripping tightly as he licked fervently over every expanse of San's skin, making sure to leave little bites of pain to keep their Lord from enjoying it too much.

"Ha- fuck!" San curses, overwhelmed by the sensation. He can feel himself getting hard as his erection fills up, neatly placed between his and Mingi's stomach. "You-"

Mingi's hand moves to touch his cock, smiling when his finger becomes coated with sticky pre-cum.

"Maybe we should change this name's place to Hypocrite Manor." Mingi says once he pulls off, mouth drenched in sweat and drool. "Look at how much you hate getting eaten out like a woman."

Before San can rebut, Mingi wraps his large hand around the Lord's cock and pumps at it fiercely, letting some of the mess clinging to his lips fall in between them to smooth out the process.

"M-min," San tries, resolve melting at the pleasure Mingi gives him. Curses to his handsome face and equal strength.

"This is how I'm going to beat you." Mingi says, recognizing that he might be pertaining to San's meat, "If I can't best you in combat then I'll wring you dry with sex-"

San nods, almost getting lost in the sauce when the hand on his hip moves toward his ass.

"No-" San tries to argue, trying to reclaim his resolve as Mingi tries to spread his cheeks apart.

"You should see yourself- prestigious Lord of ATEEZ Manor. Getting weak from a simple handjob." Mingi's tone grows dark as he places his cock in between San's ass.

"What the fuck is an ATEEZ anyway, huh?" Mingi's grip on him is beginning to hurt, "You deplete our resources the most, scaring away people or permanently cutting them to bits... You're unfit to rule!"

"Mingi," San warns. He can take scathing remarks. Slut is his favorite nickname! But he can tell what's intended to insult and what's just for fun. "As your Lord-"

"Was she a blonde bitch, huh?" Mingi cackles as he squeezes San's flesh more to hurt than to please, "Bleached little skanks, just the way you like them-"

A hand covers Mingi's mouth.

No more words come out of it as San crumples it with ease before throwing the rest of Mingi's body across the room, leaving a trail of blood and broken tiles

But there's never enough blood for Mingi, instantly jumping out of the debris to pin San to the wall, eyes withholding the amount of anger he couldn't speak right now.

Mingi chokes him with both hands now- and San doesn't know why it always hurt when he isn't even alive anymore as his vision begins to blur-

Then the pain stops as he's released unceremoniously to the ground.

Someone catches him, his eyesight still adjusting as he hears a commotion of Mingi being scolded and Seonghwa groaning about the tiles' recency.

The gentle squeeze to his hip finally urges him to lose consciousness.

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San wakes up to the plush bed of his room.

"You're awake, my Lord." A calm voice speaks beside him.

He turns toward it to spot their youngest recruit counting by human age before being turned.

"Jongho." San calls, the younger vampire gives him a smile. "I'm sorry you had to see that."

Jongho only chuckles, "No worries my Lord, Yunho is already working on calming Mingi down."

And though their manor's walls were made with the finest materials Seonghwa personally scoured for, they still shook and did nothing to hide the forceful noises of Mingi's thrusts.

"I've also taken the initiative to clean your backside so that you may lay in your bed without worry." Jongho states, and only then does San notice that he indeed feel much cleaner now... As far as saliva could anyways.

"How goes the talks with the human?" He inquires.

"His name is Hongjoong!" Jongho's tone goes a pitch higher. "And he's doing fine..."

Gloom sets onto Jongho's features, and it reminds San of his younger human self.

"He said he wants me to turn him." Jongho whispers.

"But he's the mayor of the human population near us, Jongho." San sits up. "Did negotiations with him fail?"

"No, the hospital's blood bank will be available this month." Jongho says. "But he wants to be with me."

"Are your nightly visits not satisfactory to him?" San says, laying back. "Maybe you ought to practice here with me?"

Jongho just gives him an unimpressed look.

"Oh, young love!" San sighs dramatically onto his sheets, "Always making rebels out of kids-"

"You're only a human year older than me, my Lord." Jongho corrects. "But teasing me won't urge me further to pleasure you."

"Wouldn't Hongjoong get jealous though?" San further teases, squeezing his chest together with his hands. "Maybe he wants to join us for our lavish orgies?"

"Please stop." Jongho flat out says. San pouts back. "He does want to know more about vampires. So that he can protect the townspeople from us."

"Ugh, humans and their diplomacy. They hunt for us Jongho!"

"Because they lose those dear to them!" Jongho shouts, and he never does, atleast, not outside of sex. "We have to meet them halfway to establish peace, that's what the blood bank is for! So we don't need to kill-"

"Okay, I'm sorry." San apologises halfheartedly. "You may leave if you wish."

"But my Lord, I have unfinished business here." Jongho begins to strip off his own clothes. "I have to prove my loyalty to you so that you do not bring up Hongjoong's name in such lascivious manners."

San decides to not speak at that. He knows his coven loves him, as do he, even if he can't say it outright. Even he and Mingi share an attraction towards one another despite butting heads.

Jongho's body is one built for true strength, one vampirism can only multiply tenfold unlike Seonghwa or Wooyoung's supernatural obtainment.

San gets a frontrow seat to ogle Jongho once the younger straddles his lap, and though soft, Jongho easily dwarfs San's manhood in weight and girth.

"Yunho will join us soon." He whispers, this close, San could see every bead of sweat that clings to Jongho's forehead.

Jongho doesn't deny him the kiss he wilfully seeks, letting hands roam to his chest as he does the same, meeting San's tongue with the same fervor.

Thumbs roll and flick at his hardened nipples, and Jongho mirrors it onto San's much smaller ones, receiving a moan in return.

The sound of the doorknob makes them part however, with bright pink hair making an appearance.

"Starting without me?" Yunho giggles, closing the door behind him. "You really riled Mingi up back there."

San moves his head to the side to look at Yunho. Pale skin littered with lashes of red and spots of purple. San would have been worried if the man had not told him of his desires to be roughened up once during their own trysts.

"He started it." San points out, which breaks into a moan as Jongho continued kissing down his collarbone.

"He always does." Yunho approaches the bed and sits at the end of it. "Though I apologise my Lord, he has drained me of my usual stamina."

"Then why come here then?" San snaps through Jongho's touch. "Did Mingi wish to send a message? Are you going to present to me how much he wrecked your hole?"

"So vulgar, my Lord." He turns around to display one of the gemstone plugs Seonghwa loves to collect whenever he travels out. "And he wishes to deny you the sight of it."

San rolls his eyes at Mingi's pettiness.

"But I am here to serve you just as Jongho will." That's when he kneels down to the carpeted floor. "Look how dirty you are here."

And as if they've coordinated their mouths, Jongho had taken one of San's nipple into his mouth as Yunho had taken one of San's toes into his, humming around it as if it was the most delectable candy.

San allows his moans to be heard, hand stabilising onto Jongho's hair as the younger vampire suckled upon his chest like it held the bountiful milk of Mother Goddess' teat herself.

Jongho then changes trajectory, giving San's other nipple the same treatment as Yunho had moved on to licking between each toe to collect any unwanted gunk, overtly moaning in wanton bliss.

He can feel both his own and Jongho's becoming thick with arousal, and not wanting to be simply lay there useless, he spits into his own hand before wrapping as much as he could of their combined lengths in an effort to chase his pleasure.

"My Lord-" Jongho moans onto his chest, continuing to clean him by pushing both sides of San's chest to create a noticeable valley there before licking in between them, managing to collect more of the sweat and blood that had begun to flake due to dryness.

Yunho's service doesn't seem stop at a cleaned foot, still holding onto it and rubbing deep circles at the sole while he continued to lick at San's other foot, repeating the same process of sucking each toe before licking in between them and the soles.

San closes his eyes at the overwhelming pleasure of tongues roaming his body, his moving hand now laid to rest at his side as Jongho traveled further down to lick through each crevice of his abs.

"Hah- guys," San mewls, with Yunho deciding to massage the foot he's working on as he licks at the hairs of his instep like one would comb their heads. "Please."

"Shall I service you here too, my Lord?" Jongho wraps his hand around the base of San's cock.

"I could smell his musk from here, Jongho," Yunho comments just as he finished up both of San's feet. "All that's left is to wash him with my hair if he needs."

Jongho takes a whiff, and San applauds the younger for acting like he's into the scent when he had crossed out cock cleaning in their bathing contracts.

"Maybe I'm feeling like a holy fool~" He teases, licking the pearlescent tip of San's cock.

"You're so cruel- enough." San says, rewarding (and warding) Yunho off with a light kick to the face, "You're still in love with Joong-das... Baby."

"You're so fucking corny." Jongho immediately sits up, shaking his head with a scoff. "Joong-das."

"Well you look plenty clean already." Yunho says as both he and Jongho look down on San's sweating and debauched visage. "Guess we'll have to tell Ye-"

"No, summon him here to my quarters- that's an order!" San says, knowing how pathetic he sounds right now as both men laugh at him. If only his body still had the ability to blush. "Please."

Both Ho's gasped at that. "He said the P word."

"Pee?" Yunho asks, confused. Jongho looks him down. "Oh, please! Duh."

"Come, let's go fetch his favorite."

"He's not my favorite!" San shouts after them as they close the door.

Which is true.

He doesn't choose favorites.

Technically.

"Maybe Hypocrite Manor does have a nice ring to it." He mumbles to himself.

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He wakes up to singing above him.

The light overhead of them casts the singer's face in shadow, yet San could never fail to recognize him, no matter how much of him is hidden.

"Yeo?" San calls, voice groggy with sleep.

"My Lord." Yeosang tilts his head, and the shift of long dark hair allows some of the light to frame the slope of his nose and his beautiful smile. "You slept so peacefully, I couldn't wake you."

"San," his hand reaches for the one cupping his cheek. "It's just us here."

"Still," Yeosang chuckles, allowing San to sit up and face him. Taking in the casual, yet chic attire he wore. "Sorry I wasn't here earlier."

"Don't apologize, darling." San whispers leaning into Yeosang's embrace, who takes the weight in ease and wrapping him in muscular arms. "How was the show?"

"Magnificent." Yeosang sighs on top of San's head. "The bar loved my latest song." He takes a whiff before pulling away. "So you've bathed?"

"Not completely." San says, "Tonight has been so tiring. And what a better way to end than with your services?"

"You look pretty clean to me." Yeosang whispers, letting a finger travel down the expanse of San's toned back.

San shivers, feeling his cock beginning to stir once more as shame fills him at the ease Yeosang demonstrates at riling him up.

"Not entirely yet," San's voice is barely above a whisper, and he's glad that Yeosang can't see his face right now as his hands move to expose himself to the other. "Here."

An audible gulp leaves Yeosang's throat at the sight. "Are you sure? Remember-"

San does remember. He always does.

And so does his body as he freezes up at the memory.

"Nevermind." San quickly says, standing up from the bed and makes to look for any article of clothing he could find. "Forget that I asked."

"San-" Yeosang stands up as well just as San had found a robe to throw over himself.

"I'm sorry, okay?" San can feel bile rise from his throat as he remembers the taste of blood on his mouth and how delicious it was. "I didn't mean to bite-"

Yeosang pulls him towards his chest.

"My Lord-"

"Will you-" his hand hits at Yeosang's chest. Even when his mind is a mess, San can never find the strength to hurt Yeosang ever again. "Cut with the Lord already?"

"But-"

"But what!?" The words come out in a gasp as San feels tears prick at his eyes. "I'm not smarter than Jongho or Seonghwa, and I'm not as useful in the manor as Yunho or Wooyoung... I don't even know if I could beat Mingi in a fight anymore! How am I fit to be the Lord of anything?"

Yeosang squeezes him tighter in his embrace when a sob comes out of San, rubbing comforting circles at the small of his back.

"You're not even supposed to be here." San hiccups. "If only I had controlled myself better- but I was so scared-"

"Where else would I have been then?" Yeosang interjects, pushing them apart so they could look each other in the eye.

Through watery eyes, San can see the frown that Yeosang's face held, he takes notice of the blonde color beginning to break out of the latter's roots as well.

He sees the blonde singer he had robbed off a normal life, all because of a tryst that never should have happened.

What he doesn't notice however, is the finger about to flick him at the forehead.

"Ow!" He flinches.

"Answer my question." Yeosang's voice hardens.

Meekly, San looks down on the floor. "I don't know... Maybe in Hollywood? Singing to millions?"

"Is that not what I do now?" Yeosang questions, "I'm sure I've sung to many more people over the centuries we've been together."

San doesn't respond to that.

"You still think I don't love you?"

San winces, not from the tone, but from the truth those words held. "You call me your Lord."

"Yeah? Because you turned me!" Yeosang exclaims.

"I want you to call me San!" San pouts, "Aren't we lovers?"

"We are!" Yeosang declares, eyes widening at that. "Like the rest of the coven."

"That's different- I want to hear you say my name!" San whines.

"The others will follow suit. You don't want Mingi getting any ideas." Yeosang says, and it makes San want to tear his hair out.

"I don't care." God, he can already picture the smug face Mingi will have at that. "You're my favorite lover."

"Come again?"

"I said you're my favorite! Ugh." San pulls away from Yeosang to cross his arms. He should ask Seonghwa about commissioning that new nameplate for the mansion.

"See, you can be honest." Yeosang gathers him up in his arms again and gives him a peck on the forehead. "You're my favorite as well, San."

It's been a while since San remembered the feeling of butterflies in his stomach as it churns with delight.

"Say it again."

"San?" Yeosang acquiesced.

San looks up into Yeosang's eyes- still holding the glimmer within it's azure depths despite the vampirism's tendency to turn them into pools of ruby.

His own falls shut as his lips connect with Yeosang's, tasting the warm whiskey he knows is being offered to him at the bar he performs at.

Yeosang's hands find itself low onto San's body as they kiss, with San's own snaking between them to unbutton the black velvet vest he should have been rid of hours ago.

They part once they get to Yeosang's plain white shirt, almost tearing it apart to just rid him off it before connecting skin to skin.

"Let's finish what the others have started, shall we?"

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Moans fill the room as San sinks deeper onto his sheets.

"You should see yourself right now San," Yeosang giggles darkly, the squelch of his fingers mixing with San's sounds of pleasure as he plunges then deep inside of him. "Such a wonderful display."

San doesn't answer, having stopped trying whenever Yeosang hit that part inside him that makes his toes curl and his spine tingle as his stomach caves with each deep breath.

"Should the rest of the members see you like this..." Yeosang thinks aloud, watching San's face lost in pleasure. "What would they think of their Lord being reduced to nothing more than a mess of whines?"

"O-only for you." San makes out, throwing his head back immediately as Yeosang plunges back in. "You only."

Yeosang hums at that, removing his fingers slowly to watch San's hole trying to suck at nothing and fluttering close.

His gaze moves to San's erection, which is already dripping profusely with wetness as he goes to give it a quick pump, shocking it's owner with pleasure.

"Do you think you're ready?" Yeosang whispers, pushing the hair that have stuck to San's forehead to perspiration.

"I..." San knows what he means. He could feel it lining up with his own. It's girth and size apparent as it rests on top of him feeling just as rigid and hot. "I don't think-"

"Shhh. It's okay." Yeosang assures, giving him a kiss just as he pulls away. They were both changed by that incident, and he did promise to always ask San. "Turn around for me?"

San obliges, trying his best not to let shame consume him as he positions himself to Yeosang's request. Now is the time to forget the things that have hurt you- or not even hurt you.

Yeosang had always been so kind. So considerate to a fault even when he had realized San was no ordinary man the first time they met.

And that night would have ended so perfectly too. Yeosang was too beautiful to let go, and San had agreed to taking him despite his inexperience on doing so.

"I won't hurt you." Yeosang had whispered, looking so handsome as golden curls fell onto his face as San laid below him, nervousness evident in his grip. "Hold onto me."

San had closed his eyes at that. He was a monster, created only to take from humans with their superior strength. Yet here he was, succumbing to the beauty of a honeyed voice and of blonde hair.

Monsters only had one role when it came towards humans- and he had played into it well in panic just as Yeosang began to breach his walls.

"Yeosang-" San says, feeling his voice beginning to crack once again. "I-"

"Let me take care of you." He whispers, now faced with San's pucker. "l'll clean you up real good."

Even when vampirism had changed his palate, the sweetness of being able to taste San hasn't change for him as he licks his hole with enthusiasm.

"Ah!" San's knees buckle, pushing back to Yeosang's face as he begins to become braver, maybe even hungrier, to taste at San. "Yeosang-"

Spurred by his Lord's whimpers, Yeosang uses his hands to spread San apart further before slowly pushing in the tip of his tongue, making sure San relaxes before pushing in further into his walls.

San's moans are muffled due to his position. But that won't stop him from being heard as Yeosang licks at every expanse of flesh he can reach.

Yeosang pulls away, taking a breath that hits San's balls, causing him to shiver before diving right back in with heightened fervor as San's body squeezes around Yeosang's tongue.

"Yeosang, please!" San begs, feeling his cock spit out as substantial amount of pre-cum onto the sheets. "Touch me more- Want more-"

Yeosang follows the order immediately, with one hand tracing San's length from base to tip before setting a rhythm that matched his tongue, rewarding him with a buck of San's hips as the Lord becomes confused on whether to fuck into Yeosang's first or to push back upon his mouth.

But he wasn't like the other vampires of his coven.

He has to pull away, jaw already weak from showing it's excessive love. But his other hand still works, and his fingers easily replace and upgrade his tongue in it's reach and diligence in serving San.

"You said earlier that you don't understand how you lead over us, right?" Yeosang says once he catches his breath. "Let me tell you how wrong you are about it."

He guides San to move once more, letting him rest flat on his back as he continues to service and clean his body.

"You didn't conquer this domain without reason," Yeosang licks at his lips, trying to focus working on San's body while the man underneath him whimpers in pleasure. "You allowed Seonghwa to further his research."

San looks at him, eyes blown with lust but nods to encourage Yeosang to keep speaking.

"I-" His hands slow down to a stop. "It feels silly to pour my heart out while jerking you off."

San giggles, but Yeosang is quick to get between his legs to hover over him, taking his hands and twining their fingers together.

"Sure, the coven might be his idea, but he didn't really care for the others until Wooyoung." Yeosang whispers. He still remembers the threat the past doctor had told him the first time San took him in. "Yeah, Mingi might be a hot-headed, hedonistic beast sometimes, but he yearns to live domestically too! He loves the massage chair you got him last year!"

San grows silent as Yeosang's grip gets tighter.

"I think you did more than let Jongho handle the talking with humans- you knew he liked Hongjoong before even he did." Yeosang continues, "And you took Yunho in without question when he first knocked at our door freshly turned."

There's a shine that drips down from Yeosang's eye as he swallows.

"I know I ran away from you after you had bitten me... It did hurt! Physically, that's why I had to get it checked immediately." Yeosang looks down between them. "I didn't want to die, because I was afraid I wouldn't be able to see you again."

San feels his chest ache when that lone drop had turn into a steady stream falling from Yeosang's face.

"In the end nothing really changed for me... I still pass as human, which is the reason why I still get to sing. My fangs can't pierce flesh, and the Mother Goddess' bounties still taste the same to me. And yet Her light refused to give me warmth."

San hugs him tightly, letting Yeosang rest on his shoulder.

Comforting him the same way he had done to San earlier.

"I couldn't exist in either worlds." Yeosang says with the most dread and fear that San has ever heard come from his lips. "Too weak to hunt as a monster, yet too different to live a normal human life."

"You gave me a home, however." Yeosang whispers into San's skin. "And the others too. What kind of vampire has the heart to house his competitors like that, huh? So don't sell yourself too short here in our house okay? I- we, love you so much."

San sniffles, opting to just hold Yeosang tight and hope that he understands what he can't say right now. I love all of you too as well. And thank you, for letting me lead without question.

"Most of the time." San thinks allowed. Mingi exists.

"What was that?"

"Nothing." San chuckles. "Oh, Yeosang, I think you have much more heart than I do."

"It's not a competition, geez." Yeosang mumbles, but leans onto San until they both end up laying on the bed. "Take the compliment already."

"I do." San says, squeezing their joined hands. "Thank you for trusting me that much."

Yeosang nods, leaning in for a kiss. "I assume you're clean now?"

"Oh don't think you guys just get to edge me the entire evening-" San growls, now the one to straddle Yeosang, "And you could use a bath yourself, bar singer~"

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"You don't have to this, Hongjoong." Jongho says as they trudge through the woods.

"I can't keep fearing you all if we're to coexist," Hongjoong replies, only letting go of Jongho's hand when the vampire has to put down an invisible barrier (according to Jongho) in their way, "Plus, it would be rude to turn down an invite for dinner."

"I just hope they can be normal about..." Jongho slows to a halt as he looks up at the very colorful neon signage on top of their mansion. "Oh Dear Mother Goddess- I knew letting Seonghwa go to Vegas was a bad idea."

The door opens to confetti and horns blaring, as San stands there with a smile as Yunho and Wooyoung present him with jazz hands.

"I dig the juxtaposition." Hongjoong whispers to Jongho, who only groans while whispering a 'help me' onto his shoulder.

"Glad you can make it Hongjoong!" San announces allowing the two pass by the door. "Welcome to Hypocrite Manor!"

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