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Hongjoong knows he shouldn’t be here. He knows what Mingi will say when he hears Hongjoong stumble into their apartment just before sunrise. He knows the disappointed look Mingi will give him when he sees the bite marks on his neck. But it’s been a week since he went out, and since he promised Mingi he would stop going so often.
It’s been a week since he nearly died from a vampire taking too much of his blood in the heat of the moment—but Hongjoong isn’t scared.
He realizes he probably should be, but in reality, he would’ve gone out again the day after the incident if Mingi hadn’t staged an intervention and kept him prisoner in their apartment. In reality, Hongjoong’s heart is thrumming in anticipation and his skin is burning with desire under the hungry gazes fixed on him.
This vampire club isn’t his usual haunt. No, it’s simply an alternative, as he was temporarily banned from his regular club “for his own safety” after the incident. But he doesn’t exactly mind the extra attention he gets from being a new face among the crowd of regulars.
Hongjoong has been at the club for a few hours now, most of the time spent on the dance floor with music pounding in his ears and a stranger’s body pressed against his. Despite numerous vampires approaching him, he’s yet to find one he deems suitable to satisfy his urges. Because he might be a fangbanger, but at least he has standards, damn it.
Beginning to feel discouraged, he pushes his way out of the crowded dance floor and makes for the bar.
***
Seonghwa’s eyes are immediately drawn to a human breaking away from the mass of bodies in the center of the room, with red hair reminiscent of the blood cocktail Seonghwa swirls in his hand. He quickly averts his gaze back to said drink when he realizes the human is making his way to the open bar stool next to Seonghwa. The red-haired man tiredly plops down on the stool and waves the bartender over, surprisingly ordering just a water.
Seonghwa picks up on the smell of sweat lingering on the human’s skin, almost overpowering that of the blood pumping through his veins. Still, Seonghwa doesn’t miss the underlying tones of need and desperation emanating from him.
Addiction. It’s easy to hide, physically, but the enhanced senses of a vampire can uncover the darkest of secrets. And at this time of night, in a vampire club, it’s not hard to deduce what exactly the human is craving.
Seonghwa knows all too well what the human is—one of those addicted to the feeling of being bitten. He has to give the human credit; he’s doing a good job of restraining himself so far. Only once the red-haired man gulps down half the glass of water the bartender returns with does he acknowledge the vampire beside him.
“This your first time here?” he questions smoothly, shifting in his seat so that the majority of his body is facing Seonghwa.
Seonghwa looks up from his drink, finally allowing himself to do more than just glance at the human from his peripheral vision. It’s certainly a different experience. Sharp features and dark eyes meet Seonghwa’s gaze expectantly. Metal adorns the human’s ears and catches the dim club lighting, an interesting complement to his vibrant red hair. Something about his aura pulls Seonghwa in, enticing him. He decides to humor the man with conversation.
“I come here occasionally. What about you?” Seonghwa inquires.
“It’s my first time here. Not too bad, actually.”
Seonghwa can tell the human isn’t lying. He’s slightly curious as to what the redhead’s story is.
Before he can voice such curiosities, the man speaks up again. “My name’s Hongjoong.”
“Seonghwa,” he returns.
“Seonghwa…” the human—Hongjoong—tests, seemingly thinking about something. “Hwaseong. Mars. Your name is ‘Mars’ backwards.”
The vampire is surprised, to say the least. “Interesting. Most people don’t pick up on that.”
A coy smile plays on Hongjoong’s lips. “Mhm, I am pretty interesting.”
“You are,” Seonghwa finds himself replying. “I’m certainly curious.”
“About what, exactly?” Hongjoong leans closer, but just barely.
It’s enough to fill Seonghwa’s senses with the human’s scent of want mixed with the tantalizing aroma of blood. Tension hangs heavy in the space between the two, Hongjoong’s eyes locked on Seonghwa’s almost daringly.
Seonghwa doesn’t do this—doesn’t give into the desires of humans.
Hongjoong cocks his head to the side. “Hmm?” he prods, leaning in even more, knowing exactly what he’s doing.
Seonghwa’s resolve crumbles. He closes the distance between them slowly, until his mouth is inches away from Hongjoong’s ear.
“I’m curious if you’ll let me taste you,” he admits in his most sultry voice, already anticipating the human’s answer.
Hongjoong’s breath hitches for only a millisecond before he continues, still laying on the charm. “That can be arranged, if there’s somewhere more private we can go?”
“Certainly,” Seonghwa replies with a smirk before standing, Hongjoong following suit.
Seonghwa leads the human through the club, to the private rooms in the back.
***
The private room is small and windowless, furnished with only a couch and a side table. There are a number of similar rooms down the hall in the back of the club, designed for the very purpose in which Seonghwa and Hongjoong intend to use it.
Seonghwa ushers the human into the room first and he barely has the door shut before Hongjoong hungrily connects their lips. With this, it’s already more intimate than Seonghwa’s sparse previous encounters with fangbangers, but the vampire can’t seem to mind with his next meal this close. He wastes no time in taking control of the kiss, using his slight height advantage as leverage and simultaneously guiding Hongjoong towards the couch.
Hongjoong easily sinks into the couch, Seonghwa pressing him down until he’s hovering on top of him. Seonghwa finally breaks the kiss, moving to nip at Hongjoong’s jaw and down his neck, eliciting a moan from the human. This close, all Seonghwa can smell is the blood flowing under Hongjoong’s skin and he’s overwhelmed by the urge to taste.
Having to exert more self-control than usual, Seonghwa continues teasing the human, carefully scraping his fangs along Hongjoong’s neck without drawing blood yet. Hongjoong lets out a strained noise somewhere between a gasp and a moan, and Seonghwa shifts on top of him, noticing just how affected the human is by his actions.
“Please—touch me,” he whines breathlessly as Seonghwa moves down to mouth at his exposed collar bone, probably leaving marks.
Seonghwa hums in agreement before sliding his hand under Hongjoong’s shirt, feeling the human’s warmth and gliding his fingers over the flushed skin as he travels lower. He quickly undoes the button of Hongjoong’s pants and slips his hand inside as to not keep the human waiting any longer, wrapping his hand around Hongjoong’s length. Seonghwa brushes his thumb over the tip, smearing the precum collected there and causing Hongjoong to gasp and grip Seonghwa’s shirt tightly.
He begins stroking Hongjoong in earnest, slow at first and gradually speeding up along with the frequency of the human’s moans and curses. After a moment, Seonghwa presses his face closer to the crook of Hongjoong’s neck, growing more and more desperate to fulfill his own desires. Luckily, Hongjoong seems to share his feelings.
“B-bite me, Seonghwa,” Hongjoong pants, voice hoarse and needy.
Seonghwa gladly obliges, finally sinking his fangs into the human’s neck. As the first drops fall on his tongue, he finds that Hongjoong’s blood is almost intoxicating—smooth and rich, with a sweetness that Seonghwa has never tasted before. The vampire’s eyes slip shut blissfully. He isn’t actually that hungry, but Seonghwa savors Hongjoong’s blood like he’s a starving newborn.
As soon as fangs pierce his skin, Hongjoong finishes with a cry of Seonghwa’s name, the vampire absentmindedly stroking him through his orgasm while he focuses on the remainder of his meal. With a lot of effort, Seonghwa manages to pull away before drinking too much. He licks the wound to close it, lamenting the absence of the tantalizingly sweet liquid.
Hongjoong hums contentedly. “Thank you,” he croaks as Seonghwa pulls away from him.
“I should be thanking you,” Seonghwa says, giving the human a meaningful look. “Your blood is better than any I’ve ever tasted.”
“Oh, really?” is all Hongjoong manages in response.
“Indeed,” Seonghwa affirms, watching Hongjoong pull himself off the couch and into a standing position.
Suddenly, he’s gripped by dread at the very real possibility of never seeing the human again—never getting another taste of the blood that fell on Seonghwa’s tongue like liquid gold.
“Say,” Seonghwa blurts before quickly composing himself. “If you think you may want to do this again, I could give you my number?” He means for that to come out more confidently than it does, but Hongjoong seems to receive it well, nonetheless.
“Hmm… I guess I could be willing to let you indulge on my delicious blood again,” Hongjoong returns with a playful smirk.
Before they leave the room and part ways, having exchanged numbers, Seonghwa leans close to Hongjoong’s ear.
“Next time, we should meet at my place. It’ll be more comfortable and allow us more… freedom,” Seonghwa says lowly, noticing Hongjoong shiver at the implication.
Later, after he leaves the club, Seonghwa shivers, too. He can already feel the ache—the desire creeping up on him.
The addiction.