Archive of Our Own

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Jimin let his gaze drift from one pair of glowing amber eyes to the next, not challengingly, but not fearful or cautious in any way. He could see hungry eyes drift to his neck at least once every few minutes, but he remained calm and unfazed. He knew Yoongi would protect him, if any of them dared to make a move.

At a first, sweeping glance, there looked to be about fifty people gathered in the darkness, the soft candlelight surrounding the velvet couch where Jimin and Yoongi sat illuminating pale skin. But if he looked further, into the yawning depths of impenetrable shadow choking the vast room, he would see the unblinking golden eyes of hundreds more. Some eyes were brighter than others, like glowing torches, others faded and barely noticeable. Many of the vampires were young, the weak light of the pale yellow irises told Jimin.

This was the second time Jimin had come with Yoongi to visit what was unofficially his coven. Jimin had known about covens and the like soon after he first met Yoongi, but Yoongi had only told him recently about the existence of his own.

What Yoongi told him about covens in their world was that generally, every member in the coven was “related” to the coven head - the sire. Whoever the sire turned, became part of that coven, as their “child”, though the terms were very rarely and loosely used. Then whoever that child turned, also belonged to that coven, and so on. The further down the line from the coven sire a vampire was when they were created, the lower their rank and power within the coven.

Of course, there were many vampires that chose not to live within a coven, and cut ties with their sires or children to live on their own. Yoongi was one. He'd created only one vampire in his five hundred years of life, and that vampire had gone and created around a hundred others, of whom many more children had been created. Thus a massive coven was formed, hundreds of years ago, and the numbers had kept growing, slowly but steadily. Yoongi hadn't wanted anything to do with a coven, so he’d expressed this and disappeared, and his child became the coven head. Since then, Yoongi hadn't been considered a member of the coven, but according to him, the coven head had died around a year ago, at the hands of a rogue vampire. That vampire hadn't been seen, but some members speculated that this vampire was the same one that had been going around killing any and every vampire he came across recently, destroying whole covens at a time. Yoongi and Jimin heard more and more about this infamous, mysterious vampire by the day. He must be powerful or ancient, to have been able to defeat a four hundred year old vampire.

But in any case, the coven was left without a sire, and Yoongi was still the first, oldest and most powerful sire, so they turned to him as their leader. He didn't have to respond to their plea for help, but Jimin guessed he felt a sense of responsibility, for he grudgingly stepped in. He visited them once a week, and had very strict rules and laws within the coven, such as how they should behave, and when and where they should feed.

The underground mansion where the coven resided was situated in a city roughly seven hours away by car, and twenty minutes away by Yoongi’s speed. The first time Jimin went with him, he'd almost thrown up after travelling at that speed for so long. This time was a little better, but not by much.

The first time Jimin came here, when he first stepped into the mansion, there was a moment when he’d genuinely thought he was about to die. He’d stopped breathing from the sheer overwhelming force of the aura of hundreds of vampires crushing down on him. Didn't help that when Yoongi led him to the huge main living room, that stretched further off into darkness than Jimin’s eye could see, the vampires had all slunk out of the shadows, gathering around them with their desperately hungry eyes pinned on Jimin. It was clear that every single one of them thought their sire had brought them human prey. But Jimin trusted Yoongi without a second of doubt. Yoongi had sat Jimin down on the couch between his legs, keeping a hand on his waist the whole night, explicitly warning the coven: if anyone touched one hair on Jimin’s head, they would be slaughtered. Unsurprisingly, nobody tried anything.

Right now, Yoongi was pissed. Three vampires had broken the coven laws, and he had them kneeling before him, in the centre of the room.

“Don't think for a second that I won't find out about it, just because I don't live here. You three drank fresh human blood from humans that lived in the city. I've checked the storage. There is still plenty of blood to sustain each and every vampire here for another three months, even the young ones who need blood everyday. I did not hunt and gather this much for you to go and pull shit like this.” Yoongi growled dangerously, voice coming out almost as a dissonant hiss that streaked across the room, chilling and paralysing. Jimin glanced at him, biting his lip. He didn’t often see Yoongi in full-on vampire mode, and even after all this time, he still felt a shiver snake down his spine at seeing what looked like the haunting, disconcerting image of death itself before his very eyes. Yoongi’s pale skin was white as marble, ghostly even in the warm glow of the candles. His beautifully terrifying face was framed in endless dark, spidery veins creeping down his neck to disappear beneath the collar of his shirt. When Yoongi visited the coven, he would wear expensive, intimidatingly professional looking suit-like attires, and Jimin highly doubted that was to impress anyone, rather just a standard of how things were. A quick look at the rest of the vampires told him that expensive clothing was pretty much a given here, like they all belonged to some macabre, high end underground society. Jimin preferred Yoongi in his ripped jeans and old hoodies that were soft and worn and smelled like home as he lounged around their house casually. Here, he sat back against the soft velvet couch, spine straight, legs crossed, a regal, dignified, undeniably powerful air exuding from every inch of his motionless body. Sometimes Jimin forgot just how powerful Yoongi was. But here, seeing every vampire bow down before him… Just sitting here and being in his very presence as he regarded the coven coldly, almost disdainfully… It was unnerving. Fuck, his boyfriend was this scarily strong, powerful leader of hundreds.

The three vampires didn’t say anything, heads bowed in complete, utter deference. Jimin didn’t blame them. He was no vampire, and he didn’t have an enhanced sense of smell like Seokjin, but even he could smell the fear and unease flooding the room. Yoongi, after all, was very angry right now. Being at least a hundred years older than any of the vampires there, even if every single one of them worked together to try and fight him, he would still make short work of them. Not to mention he was their sire, and had a certain amount of physical control over their bodies, from what Jimin knew. And also, he was sure they genuinely didn’t want to anger him anyway, since they all seemed to respect and revere him as their leader.

“You all know why we have these rules. The number of vampires killed - getting exterminated like pests by human hunters... That number is growing every fucking night. We used to have thousands of covens in this one city alone… now we are down to a few hundred. There’s also that rogue vampire going around… that ‘Vampire Hunter’.” Yoongi continued with an irritated hiss, and if it was just Jimin and Yoongi alone, Jimin would’ve immediately reached out to touch his hand and try calm him down. But here, Yoongi’s every word was law. Jimin had no place here, other than quietly sitting by Yoongi’s side, watching and listening.

“Vampires are going extinct because we can’t fucking control ourselves. Because we bite, and we kill, and we get caught. We can’t fight against the entire human race like this, so we have to stay hidden. Did you fucking forget that when a person just randomly dies, people will investigate? And if they live to tell the tale, with bite marks as proof… For fuck’s sake.” Yoongi suddenly disappeared off the couch and reappeared right in front of one of the kneeling vampires in a blurry flash of colour, grabbing the vampire by the throat and lifting him right up off the ground with one hand. The vampire didn’t choke or gasp for air like a human would, but he gasped and grimaced in pain anyway as Yoongi’s hand closed around his neck tightly, cruelly, digging his fingers in mercilessly. Jimin sensed a wave of fear wash over the silent, unmoving vampires, and he watched dark, viscous drops of blood appear where Yoongi’s claws pierced the vampire’s skin. If Yoongi tightened his hand any more, the vampire’s neck would snap, and if he squeezed even tighter, his head would sever and that would be that.

“You’re young, you look around six months old, so I can understand that you might not be able to control the urge. I can’t accept it though. Consider this a warning.” Yoongi murmured dangerously softly, pausing for one second to make sure the vampire’s eyes met his. He plunged his hand into the vampire’s stomach in a violent burst of dark red, using sheer force to punch a hole through skin and bone, ripping his hand out along with a dark, gushing fountain of blood. Jimin winced and covered his mouth with his hand reflexively, still decidedly squeamish at seeing blood and guts pour out of someone’s body despite witnessing it a few times before already. It was part of the package of dating a vampire. He dulled his hearing down as the vampire’s screams exploded in his eardrums and echoed through the room. That wasn’t enough to kill him, Jimin knew. If he could make himself watch closely, he would see that the vampire’s insides were already beginning to repair themselves, though ever so slowly considering the damage. Yoongi tossed the vampire down carelessly, turning away from the crumpled body writhing in pain without a second glance. He stood before the other two, and the temperature of the already chilled room seemed to just plummet.

“But you two are both nearly a hundred years old, aren't you? What's your excuse? That the chilled blood we store doesn't taste as good as fresh blood?” Yoongi asked mockingly, scornfully, the jarring edge in his voice ringing out so loudly Jimin couldn't help but wince. Then Yoongi swooped down to crouch before them, leaning in close and whispering beside their ears. “Grow up.”

Which was a bit of an ironic, contradictory statement to Jimin, as Yoongi sliced their necks open in the next heartbeat, severing their heads from their spines. Jimin averted his gaze as the headless bodies collapsed to the ground in a spray of blood, feeling his stomach churn. Yoongi straightened, sweeping his blazing golden eyes over the coven.

“I do understand that fresh blood just tastes better. I know it's hard to resist. But one mistake could lead to hunters picking up on our trail, and I can defend myself against them… but can all of you? I can protect you, but I'm not here most of the time. What if hunters attack while I'm gone? I don't want to come back to an empty house.” Yoongi growled lowly, eyes flashing with threat, but Jimin had to suppress a grin. What a way to avoid saying “I don't want you guys to die”. It was kinda cute seeing Yoongi shy away from expressing that he cared about them.

None of the vampires uttered a sound, not even the ones down the very back, in the deepest part of the shadows, and Jimin’s hearing was fully tuned back up. He wouldn't have expected them to say anything, though. Not unless they wanted to end up like the three examples at the front. Yoongi sat back down, expression as stony and unflinching as before, but Jimin could sense the danger had passed. Yoongi turned to him and Jimin smiled, reaching out his hand and wordlessly offering support. Yoongi’s face softened as their eyes met, and he linked their fingers together firmly, resting their clasped hands atop his thigh. His skin almost froze Jimin’s hand upon contact, but the steely, icy look in his eyes melted as they flared with instinctive warmth. Jimin could sense all eyes directed his way, some suspicious, some curious, some disdainful and distasteful, and some just plain hungry. He didn't care though, and tilted his head slightly, smiling a little wider, silently reminding Yoongi to carry on addressing his coven. Yoongi turned back, veins slowly receding and fading from his skin.

“I don't want to hear about this shit happening again. More importantly, the other covens in the area I live in have all started getting restless. More and more hunters have gathered there, and there've been more and more clashes with deaths from both sides. The hunters are growing in number, they are getting smarter, more resourceful, and a lot, lot tougher. The main hunter organisation of this country… they've seemed to set their biggest base in my city.” Yoongi mused thoughtfully, almost as if he was wondering aloud to himself, and Jimin bit his lip, not liking this topic at all. It was always difficult sitting on the fence like this. Was he to side with the human hunters, the people of his own species, who fought to protect humans like himself? Or was he to side with the vampires, an idea so absurd he shouldn't even be considering it? He didn't even like any other vampires or feel anything positive towards them as a species… and they sure as hell did not give two shits about humans. Even Yoongi viewed humans as livestock to some degree. He held no respect or interest for them. But Yoongi… Yoongi quite obviously changed everything for Jimin. To go against vampires meant going against the person he loved more than anything. To go against humans meant going against himself, his friends, his world. He didn't like thinking about this.

“I've spoken to a few other leaders, of some of the biggest and most powerful covens in surrounding cities. Instead of waiting around for us to slowly get picked off one by one… I've decided to fight back.”

~

A warm hand was stroking his head, gentle fingers carding through his hair as he woke up. Taehyung felt himself grinning instinctively, opening his eyes to see Jungkook gazing down at him with the most peaceful, affectionate smile on his face, as if Taehyung was something precious and irreplaceable to him.

It'd been another month, and every beautiful moment he spent with Jungkook shined brighter than the sun Taehyung was no longer so distant from. He'd gone back to school after some reminders from Jimin and gentle scolding from Jungkook, and was pleased to say he’d regained some normality in his life, and didn't spend every waking moment with Jungkook anymore. But he was still reluctant to see Jungkook go every night, off to wherever it was he went.

“Why are you just sitting here looking at me?” Taehyung asked, a little teasingly, a little coyly. He smiled wider as Jungkook sighed and let his fingers drift down to Taehyung’s cheek, stroking his skin ever so lightly with his knuckles. Taehyung dropped his gaze shyly, a little embarrassed at how maddeningly intent and focused Jungkook’s stare was. He reached up to curl his fingers over Jungkook’s wrist, holding on lightly as his eyes fluttered at the ever so soft brush of Jungkook’s fingers against his cheek.

“Because you're the prettiest thing I've ever seen.” Jungkook replied matter of factly, flashing a charming smile that had Taehyung’s grin growing uncontrollably wider, even as he sniffed in mock distaste and pushed his hand away.

“Psh. You and your sweet mouth.” Taehyung mumbled as he pushed himself up and shook his hair out. Jungkook grinned and grabbed his waist, tugging him forward roughly. Taehyung squeaked in surprise and fell against his body, frowning as Jungkook chuckled lowly, leaning in so close their noses brushed. He pouted as his heart inevitably tumbled and thudded in his chest at the sudden possessive movement. Even though he should be well and truly used to Jungkook manhandling him all the time now… something he found he wasn't very annoyed at.

“I don't know about mine, but yours…” Jungkook murmured breathily, smirking before he kissed him firmly, almost punishingly hard. He pulled away just far enough to speak against Taehyung’s lips, still smirking in that insufferable way. “...is sweet indeed.”

“Agh, gross, stop flirting with me.” Taehyung shoved Jungkook back without any real irritation, smiling involuntarily as Jungkook laughed and leant back in to steal one more kiss.

“C’mon, dinner time. I have to go out now, but I'll be back early tonight.” Jungkook tugged Taehyung up off the bed, laughing brightly as Taehyung whined and wrapped his arms around Jungkook’s neck, pressing himself snugly into that wonderfully muscled body.

“Don't go yet. I just woke up.” Taehyung mumbled a little petulantly as he breathed in Jungkook’s familiar smell, breaking into a smile when Jungkook sighed heavily.

“Clingy. Go on. Go have dinner.” Jungkook’s voice softened a little as he stroked the back of Taehyung’s neck with warm fingers, lightly nudging him away. A thought that Taehyung entertained just about every night nowadays suddenly popped into his mind again, as he let his arms drop and his fingers slide down Jungkook’s firm chest to catch in the folds of his shirt. Jungkook was coming back early tonight… Then how about tonight? Taehyung felt nervous excitement explode in his stomach and he pulled back a little to stare at Jungkook with bright, innocent eyes.

“Make sure you come back early. I… There's something I wanna do.” Taehyung spoke softly, shyly, offering a small, secretive smile. Jungkook raised an eyebrow in confusion, opening his mouth to speak but Taehyung quickly leant forward and kissed his cheek to silence him, springing back and striding over to the door the next second.

“What-” Jungkook started and Taehyung just turned his head back and held a finger up to his lips, smiling coyly.

“Come back soon and find out.” Taehyung sang as he swung out the door and laughed when he heard a frustrated growl behind him.

“I'll be around three hours.” Jungkook suddenly appeared beside him to murmur in his ear, cold fingers sliding down his waist. Taehyung shivered reflexively and slapped his hand away, grinning involuntarily as Jungkook kissed his cheek and disappeared the next second.

Hoseok was home today, a rare occurrence, sitting on the ground by the coffee table in the main living room. Looked like everyone had gotten lazy tonight, as they all lounged around in the living room rather than the kitchen or dining room, half sitting on the velvet couches, half on the soft carpet. Dinner for the humans tonight was half cooked instant noodles, and Taehyung smiled happily as he saw a cup left out for him on the table. Last time he'd been too reluctant to leave Jungkook’s warm bed, and Jimin had gotten impatient and eaten his share.

“There he is. Finally. What do you wanna watch?” Jimin greeted around a mouthful of noodles from where he sat cross legged on the couch, bare toes poking Yoongi’s head, who sat on the carpet beneath him, going through Jimin’s newsfeed on his phone boredly. Jungkook was the only one out of the three vampires who had his own phone and laptop and used the internet, though not often. Taehyung grabbed the cup and joined Hoseok on the floor, leaning against his shoulder comfortably as he accepted the offered disposable chopsticks with a smile.

“Twilight.” Taehyung replied absently and snickered as Jimin threw a scrunched up chocolate wrapper at him.

“Ha-ha. Namjoon, choose something.” Jimin tossed the TV remote to Namjoon who, as expected, passed it to Seokjin without pausing for thought.

“You're home so early today. Did you get the day off?” Taehyung nudged Hoseok as some TV series Taehyung forgot the name of was decided on and began playing. Hoseok sighed contentedly and nodded, wrapping his arm over Taehyung’s shoulders and pressing his hand over his heart theatrically.

“I sure did. Jesus, it's like the first time I've had time off work in a year. Feels good, man.” Hoseok groaned appreciatively, scrunching up his face as if in tearful joy and Taehyung laughed, nodding.

“Happy for you. I still can't get over how busy you are like…. every single day. Do you ever have time to do anything you like doing?” Taehyung smiled wryly and Hoseok clicked his tongue, shaking his head with a sigh.

“Free time doesn't exist in my world. I'm married to my job. The only reason I wasn't needed today was because yesterday we caught enough-... I mean, that's not important. It's all good though. Things that I like doing would be what I do at work. Research and science and saving lives and shit.” Hoseok grinned sunnily, so blindingly bright as usual that Taehyung missed the way Hoseok abruptly cut himself off and left that sentence hanging.

“Fair. I imagine it's super rewarding.” Taehyung replied thoughtfully and Hoseok nodded firmly.

“It sure is. And it's through that that I got to meet beloved, precious friends like you.” Hoseok crooned sickeningly sweetly, and Taehyung shoved his arm off, wrinkling his nose in distaste even as he laughed.

“Oh yeah, we met at the hospital. How did you meet the others, though? Actually, how did you guys all meet?” Taehyung addressed the group curiously, wincing as he looked up to see Seokjin sitting on Namjoon’s lap with his back pressed against Namjoon’s chest, eyes half closed, lips parted as Namjoon buried his fangs into the side of his neck. Ah. PDA. Well, Taehyung and Jungkook were much, much worse, he knew that, but at this point seeing Namjoon and Seokjin like that was like seeing his parents. Namjoon lifted his blazing golden eyes, terrifyingly strong and haunting to Taehyung even now. Taehyung was so much more used to Jungkook’s deep, pretty red. Namjoon raised an eyebrow flatly at Taehyung’s uncomfortable expression, continuing to suck slowly, almost lazily.

“What? I'm hungry. Dinner time for me too.” Namjoon lifted his bloodstained lips to say matter of factly, giving a lazy smirk as Seokjin hit his thigh sharply. Seokjin pushed him away as Namjoon leant down again, gesturing at Taehyung, probably to wordlessly remind him that Taehyung had asked a question.

“You can wait. Later, babe.” Seokjin spoke with a slight smile, with a note of finality that nobody in the house could argue with. Namjoon sighed but complied easily, licking the spilt trails of blood clean and sitting up properly.

“Oh, is it story time?” Jimin leant forward like an eager child, eyes brightening with excitement. Yoongi glanced up and handed the phone back to Jimin as he straightened.

“Oh yeah… We never really told you about how we met huh, Taehyung. It's not that interesting anyway, but uh-” Yoongi started contemplatively, in that trademark relaxed drawl of his and Jimin cut him off by hitting his head.

“Then make it interesting! Gosh, we all know you're actually just a little kid, nobody buys the disinterested grandpa act. Liven up a little.” Jimin chastised sternly, seemingly seriously, and Taehyung didn't really know what to say as Yoongi scowled up at him and Jimin just jutted his chin in challenge, as if daring him to argue. Hoseok was laughing silently beside him, he could feel him shaking a little.

“It was the year of 1893, and I’d run out of fucks to give about being picky with roommates. So I settled down and moved in with the first vampire I came across, ignoring every glaring flaw of the situation, and my lack of knowledge as to whether I'd just moved in with someone potentially off in the head.” Yoongi recounted dramatically, pausing between and accentuating words over exaggeratedly, making Jimin giggle brightly and Taehyung and Hoseok smother laughter behind their hands.

“Hey.” Namjoon called flatly, as if taking offense, but he grinned easily, relaxed and amused and Yoongi cracked a grin of his own.

“Well yeah, so I had nowhere to live for a while because I let my sister have the family mansion, a bit of a long story, and Namjoon was living alone and didn’t mind having a housemate, so I moved in here with him.” Yoongi continued normally, flippantly, and Taehyung blinked in surprise.

“You have a sister? Vampires have siblings?” Taehyung asked curiously, leaning forward in fascination, and for some reason, the temperature of the room seemed to drop slightly. Yoongi froze in that eerie, physically impossible vampire way, and even Hoseok’s expression had darkened almost to a storm.

“I had. She died recently.” Yoongi replied flatly, bluntly, and Taehyung’s eyes flew wide open in shock. Oh shit, what-?

“I… I'm so sorry.” Taehyung apologised in a hushed tone, internally hitting himself for bringing it up without knowing. Yoongi shrugged, not seeming particularly hurt or overly grieving, but there was a definite resigned, tired sort of sadness to his posture, as if he'd already accepted the reality long ago.

“Nah, it’s all good. I say “recently” in vampire terms, but she actually died like a year ago, so. I'm over it. We haven't been close since like four centuries ago anyway.” Yoongi waved a hand dismissively and Taehyung bit his lip, still inevitably feeling guilty and sad for Yoongi. He wondered what his sister had been like. Yoongi offered a smile, silently reassuring Taehyung it was fine, and Taehyung returned it hesitantly. “And no, vampires don't have siblings unless you count vampires with the same sire being “siblings”. She was my sister when we were still human.”

“I… I see.” Taehyung replied quietly, a little carefully, hating that he'd unintentionally created this awkward atmosphere, but thankfully Seokjin stepped in to save their asses like always.

“After Namjoon and Yoongi lived together for over a century, I met Namjoon around five years ago. It was pretty romantic, we came across each other in a moonlit clearing, when the moon was full and the sky bright with stars… What was not so romantic, was that he pursued me for sex for the next half a year. It was so ridiculous. I didn't expect that the first vampire I met would be a fuckboy. I didn't even think vampire fuckboys existed.” Seokjin spoke flatly, clearly unimpressed even after five years, and everyone burst into laughter except Namjoon, who gave an apologetic, somewhat rueful grin.

“Babe…” Namjoon laughed as he wrapped his arms snugly around Seokjin and kissed his cheek as if to say sorry. Seokjin rolled his eyes but smiled easily, patting Namjoon’s knee. Jimin was still laughing silently, slowly falling forward as if he couldn't quite breathe and he pressed his face down against Yoongi’s shoulder, uncontrollable giggles escaping every now and then. Yoongi just smiled exasperatedly but reached up to thread his fingers through Jimin’s hair as if on instinct. Taehyung couldn't help wishing Jungkook was here to share this easy, relaxed moment with all of them. He wondered how much Jungkook missed out on every night because he kept disappearing to go off somewhere.

“Well, Namjoon must have graduated from fuckboy status by the time I arrived, because when I moved in those two were just as lovey dovey, sappy and old married couple as they are now.” Jimin continued the story chirpily and Seokjin flipped him off, to which Jimin just grinned cheekily. “It was like… over a year ago? I met Yoongi as he was feeding, which was as horrifying as you can imagine.”

“A year and a half, I think.” Yoongi mused thoughtfully and Jimin nodded.

“I dunno how “I just saw you murder someone and drink their blood” transitioned into love, but yeah, here we are now.” Jimin shrugged nonchalantly and Taehyung snorted, shaking his head at the statement.

“So how did Jungkook meet you guys?” Taehyung prompted curiously and Yoongi hummed in thought.

“Well… I can't really remember much about it, it's all a bit vague. To be honest, there's a lot we don't know about Jungkook even now. I found him two years ago, probably just a few days after he'd been turned, and I'm not one for charity cases but… I dunno. He just seemed so lost and despairing about the whole vampire thing, I ended up inviting him to stay with us.” Yoongi shrugged and Taehyung nodded slowly, a little distracted wondering just what Jungkook had been like newly turned. Had he been angry? Upset? Excited? Taehyung turned to Hoseok, who'd been a little oddly, uncharacteristically quiet throughout the conversation.

“What about you? How'd you meet the rest of them?” Taehyung prompted, watching some unreadable shadow clear from Hoseok’s eyes as he smiled in his usual sunny way.

“Oh, I met Seokjin at the hospital, he'd come in for something like a year ago. We hit it off pretty well and kept in touch and became pretty good friends pretty quickly. I mentioned that I needed a place to stay, and he offered that I could move in here. So I did.” Hoseok explained brightly, simply, a bit too simply. Taehyung had no idea what the cause was for the slight prick of unease drawn by Hoseok’s words, and he shook the feeling off, smiling back.

~

Around three hours later, Taehyung dragged Jimin into Jungkook's room.

“Jimin… can you help me with something?” Taehyung asked with a bright, charming smile, sidling up to him and hugging his arm. Jimin just raised an eyebrow and gave him a flat onceover, staring pointedly at the edge of the shirt that just covered his dick. Taehyung wanted to giggle, tugging the shirt down a little more.

“Sure, but where are your pants?” Jimin asked with an expression that suggested he didn’t really want to know the answer, and Taehyung just grinned and walked over to Jungkook’s dresser, excitement giving a spring to his step that he knew was visible and was probably making Jimin laugh.

“What I’m doing tonight doesn’t require pants.” Taehyung replied breezily and Jimin made fake gagging sounds behind him. He ignored them and bent down to open that one drawer, laughing as Jimin gave a loud groan of distaste at seeing the contents.

“I can see your ass.” Jimin commented flatly, clearly unimpressed with the current situation, and Taehyung hummed in response, unfazed as he rummaged through the drawer until he found what he was looking for. He and Jimin had seen each other’s asses plenty of times before at various curious college parties.

“Yeah? Well, you’re gonna see a lot more than that, so calm down.” Taehyung replied matter of factly as he straightened. He turned his head back to grin at Jimin as he held up a collar, a vibrator and handcuffs.

“What do you mean I’m gonna see a lot more than- Oh no, fuck’s sake Taehyung, I am not having a threesome with you and Jungkook.” Jimin held his hands up in surrender and inched away, to which Taehyung snorted and beckoned him over, knowing Jimin knew that wasn’t what he meant.

“No, Jesus, I don’t want your pasty ass in the room while this happens. Just come over here and help me out.” Taehyung drawled and climbed onto the bed. Jimin ran a hand over his face exasperatedly but went over anyway, lips twitching and threatening to break into a grin.

“What happened to how shy and docile and blushy and shit you’ve been the past two months?” Jimin spoke dryly as he grabbed a bottle of lube from Jungkook’s bedside table without needing to be asked, making Taehyung have to suppress laughter. Of course Jimin knew exactly what he wanted to do. He fastened the collar around his neck, doing it up just a little tighter than was probably necessary. He swore softly, already feeling his dick start to twitch in interest as the delicious pressure clamped around his sensitive neck set his body on fire.

“I… I think I’m not shy right now because Jungkook’s not here. He just makes me so… ugh. I dunno. I can’t even think around him.” Taehyung mumbled a little embarrassedly and Jimin rolled his eyes, handing the bottle to him.

“Ah, just look at you. You’re immediately shy just thinking about him. Jesus. I should’ve introduced you two sooner.” Jimin drawled and Taehyung flipped him off, drizzling lube over his fingers and lying back comfortably. Jimin sighed and averted his eyes, turning away as Taehyung pushed a finger inside himself quickly, far quicker than he usually would, making himself wince.

“Y...Yeah?” Taehyung breathed a little distractedly as he inched a second finger inside, closing his eyes and thinking of Jungkook’s body to try and relax quicker. He stifled a moan as he thought of Jungkook’s wonderfully raspy voice whenever it dropped down low to praise him, mindful of Jimin right beside him. He scissored his fingers, stretching himself out as much as he could, forcing his muscles to loosen up enough for the vibrator.

“I know we’re best friends and all, but you do know it’s still weird for me to see you masturbate, right?” Jimin asked dryly and Taehyung laughed, a little breathless as he rubbed lube over the tip of the vibrator and pushed it in slowly, biting back a moan.

“Then don’t look.” Taehyung retorted as he slid it all the way in and couldn’t stop a gasp from slipping out at the stretch. But Jungkook’s taste appeared to be conservative he supposed - Taehyung wanted to laugh just thinking of the irony of that word in this situation - as the vibrator was quite small, and was nowhere near the size of Jungkook’s dick. Taehyung could take it all too easily, and he wanted - craved more. But for now… He fumbled around for the remote and Jimin wordlessly picked it up and pressed the button for him, the lowest setting, again without needing to be asked. Taehyung gave a soft moan and quickly bit his tongue, trying his best to ignore the subtle, teasing vibrations at least until Jimin was out of the room. “Thank you. And don’t act as if I haven’t done this for you before, when you were trying to seduce that one upperclassman on the basketball team.”

“Yeah, thanks for that, man. That was some good dick.” Jimin replied with a smirk and tugged Taehyung’s wrists up above his head, cuffing them together around a bar of the headboard with a comfortable, familiar ease that had Taehyung laughing, though he already knew Jimin was no stranger to handcuffs.

“Thank you for setting me up.” Taehyung grinned obnoxiously wide, winking as he tugged experimentally against the handcuffs, feeling the metal bite into his skin, and Jimin burst out laughing.

“No homo.” Jimin snorted as he tugged Taehyung’s shirt down to cover his dick without Taehyung needing to ask, again, as he knew exactly the level of teasing Taehyung wanted to be when Jungkook came in. Taehyung couldn’t keep a straight face, bursting out into loud, uncontrollable laughter as he wryly wondered why he and Jimin were both like this.

“We both are though. Legitimately.” Taehyung managed to get out between breathless giggles, and Jimin waved a hand dismissively.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m gay. Not with you, though.” Jimin stared at Taehyung for a second and clicked his tongue disapprovingly and reached for the remote, turning the setting up higher. Taehyung gasped and gave a startled moan at the heat bursting in his stomach and the pleasure intensifying along with the vibrations, tugging sharply at the handcuffs in an instinctive attempt to bring his hand down and cover his mouth.

“Jimin what-”

“It didn’t look like it was doing much for you. And you’re planning on murder tonight, aren’t you? You want Jungkook to nearly come in his pants the moment he steps in and sees you, right? So you gotta look a little more wrecked. A little more desperate and sexy and yum. Seducing is an art form, you innocent little angel.” Jimin grinned wickedly and tossed the remote away, laughing at Taehyung’s expression.

“Piss off already.” Taehyung breathed, trying his best not to moan the words as he felt his dick stiffening more and sticking up under the loose material of the shirt as pleasure from the vibrations spread as slow burning flames, licking their way up his body.

“Good luck. You look great.” Jimin smirked as he left the room and shut the door.

~

Jungkook paused beside the river winding through the trees in the thick of the forest on the way home, quickly stripping and diving in. He had drying blood caked over his arms and specks of it dashed through his hair and across his cheeks. He carefully scrubbed every last smear off his skin, letting the freezing water wash away the last traces of black-red. Taehyung didn’t like it when he came back with blood on his body. He always worried if it was Jungkook’s blood, and Jungkook hated making him worry.

He rose to stand in the river and shook the water from his hair in a spray of droplets that arced across the surface in tiny little splashes, almost masking the sound of something behind him. Jungkook didn’t freeze so much as pause, feeling eyes on his body. The clearing veiled in shadow and stillness was silent. There were no heartbeats, or sounds of breathing. Jungkook closed his eyes and sensed three, maybe four vampires lurking in the dark. He smelt… anger, and a strange scent he wasn’t too familiar with, but he guessed could possibly be curiosity. For fuck’s sake. Taehyung had asked him to come back early, shyly saying there was something he wanted to do, and there was no fucking way Jungkook was disappointing him by wasting time playing with this sorry bunch.

“I am not in a nice mood right now. Yes I am that vampire with red eyes, and yes I have probably attacked members of your coven before. Get lost right now, or your coven’s going to have to mourn some more tonight.” Jungkook called out to the shadows watching him without turning around, making his voice as icy as the water lapping at his hip bones, and strong and brittle enough to crack and splinter the silent air. There was a moment of pause, and the presences slunk backwards, indicating they heard his warning and posed no threat, but they didn’t disappear. Jungkook wanted to sigh, pushing his hair back out of his eyes. They must be young and curious. But unguided curiosity could be dangerous. Didn’t their sire or their coven head ever teach them about that? Luckily for them, Jungkook had better things to do tonight.

He wasn’t one for exhibitionism, but they didn’t seem to be leaving anytime soon, so he just hissed quietly and got out of the water, ignoring the ever focused, unwavering stares he couldn’t see but could sense, as he tugged on his clothes.

“Satisfied? There’s nothing different about the rest of my body. Just my eyes. Now fuck off.” Jungkook hissed and let his eyes flare red, letting the piercingly bright glow illuminate the shadows surrounding him to both sate the vampires’ curiosity and threaten them not to piss him off. As much as he hated his red eyes, in times like this when he needed to display his power and scare potential enemies away, their mere colour was enough to serve as more than enough of a warning. His reputation had unfortunately grown more and more recently, and more than half of the vampires he came across knew of him.

“How old are you?” A voice came from his right, and Jungkook internally sighed and acted as if he didn’t pinpoint the vampire’s exact position in less than a second. Was he a fucking idiot? Or suicidal? Perhaps just really, really young. Younger than Jungkook. Maybe just turned recently.

“Young. Less than a century.” Jungkook replied shortly, flatly, and though it wasn’t vocalised, he could sense the wave of surprise washing over the circle around him.

“How did you kill our coven head? She was more than four centuries old.” The vampire asked in a hushed, disbelieving tone, and Jungkook almost blanched in shock. Four centuries…? When and how had he killed a four hundred year old… Oh. There had been one. Over a year ago now, when he still had pale amber eyes. The memories of that time lay in scattered fragments too tiny and incomprehensible for Jungkook to piece together and recall anything concrete, but he vaguely remembered wanting to protect someone.

“Would you like to find out firsthand?” Jungkook growled dangerously, turning his head to stare directly at the invisible shadow, letting his nails slide out into claws, knowing they could see it. The presences vanished. Good. Time to go home. Jungkook let his claws retract and crouched down, using all his force to leap up above the trees and clear half of the forest in one jump.

~

Jungkook glanced up at the moon before entering the tunnel, seeing the position of its silver glow in the night sky to signal around… midnight. Maybe eleven. Good, it'd been just over three hours. He wondered what it was that Taehyung had been so secretive and mysterious about.

“Ah, you're back. Just in time. Taehyung’s in your room, he said he needed some help with something.” Jimin greeted him brightly as soon as he let himself into the house. Jungkook raised an eyebrow and nodded in acknowledgement, flitting over to his bedroom door in a matter of seconds. What was up? He pushed open his door and almost passed out at the sight in front of him.

Taehyung lay on his bed in nothing but one of Jungkook’s extra long white shirts, hands raised above his head and fucking handcuffed to the headboard. Jungkook’s shaking eyes had no idea what to focus on first. Taehyung’s wrists were faintly red from evident tugging against the metal cuffs, and his beautiful face was twisted in frustration and practically dripping with need. He bit his soft red lip relentlessly, barely audible, irresistible whimpers catching in the back of his throat as that alluring, gorgeous body shifted and squirmed as though he couldn't keep still. His cute little nipples were visibly hard, perky and standing up under the thin material of the shirt, the sight making Jungkook’s knees weak. His shirt just barely covered everything necessary, ending right below the tops of his pale, pretty thighs and casting irresistible, beckoning shadow between them. His cock was stiff under the shirt as well, a small, unspeakably inviting wet patch staining where the tip touched fabric. The salty smell of his precome laden over the thick, heady, overpowering scent of arousal stuffing the room full made Jungkook’s head spin and his mouth water. Holy shit, was that a collar?

Once he'd forcibly dragged down his sense of smell enough to be able to think, he heard the faint buzz coming from between Taehyung’s legs, which he kept rubbing together slowly, seemingly compulsively. A vibrator? That would explain the arousal… and frustration… and why Taehyung looked like the personification of sin itself. Jungkook was surprised he could even form a coherent thought right now, dizzying, unbearable want and sharp hunger coursing through his body and seizing every one of his senses. Fuck he just wanted to bite and claim and ravish that slender, enticing body till Taehyung cried and begged for more. He wanted to make Taehyung yank against his cuffs and claw at thin air from desperation, helpless and at Jungkook’s mercy. He wanted to coax him into complete, absolute submission and obedience, and punish him if he misbehaved.

Fuck no, no, he couldn't allow himself to think like that, he couldn't let his self control slip. This was Taehyung, he couldn't do that to him, he couldn't force any of that onto him. He'd already been toying around with it, flirting along the edge of dominance and control, a shadow of what he really craved, and luckily, thankfully, Taehyung had been okay with it so far. But Jungkook was terrified of hurting Taehyung or scaring him, and seeing his beautiful smile fade or twist in pain. Taehyung was so sweet, adorably innocent and angelic, blushing so easily and smiling so shyly all the time Jungkook was frankly surprised he was even allowed to touch him, let alone play with him the way he truly wanted to.

So what the fuck was happening here? Why was Taehyung handcuffed on his bed?

“Baby… what is this?” Jungkook managed to utter hoarsely, numbly feeling for the door as he stepped inside and successfully shutting it after a few tries. Taehyung twitched in surprise at his voice and his eyes fluttered open dazedly, immediately flooding with twice as much arousal as they flicked over to Jungkook.

“Come… come closer.” Taehyung spoke a little breathlessly, lips curling up a bit in what looked like amusement and satisfaction at Jungkook’s expression as he walked over mechanically, robotically in a way that vampires shouldn't be able to. If Jungkook was a human, his fingers would be shaking from the effort of holding them back from touching Taehyung’s body as he stood right beside him. Taehyung’s heat and scent rolled off his body in waves and Jungkook wasn't sure how he was still standing still.

“Again,” Jungkook swallowed with difficulty, watching heat spark in Taehyung’s eyes as he felt his own burst with glowing red, his canines itching to grow into fangs. “What is this?”

“I… I saw that drawer and realised you're into this stuff… and I just thought we could try.” Taehyung replied softly, with a little teasing smile even as faint pink coloured his cheeks. Jungkook’s mind flitted back to that one night a while ago, when Taehyung had stumbled across his array of sex toys. Ah, fuck… That had been embarrassing. Jungkook was generally pretty open and blunt about his likes and things he was into but… it was different with Taehyung. The very thought of Taehyung being uncomfortable or getting frightened brought out an unprecedented, fiercely protective side of Jungkook that even he himself found ridiculous. And Jungkook hadn't ever seen that expression on Taehyung’s face before as he'd stared down at the open drawer… And so he'd quickly reassured him, and hoped he would forget about it. He didn't want his sweet little baby feeling pressured to do anything he was uncomfortable with, and get scared thinking of Jungkook as the controlling, kinky, master-dom type. Even if he was.

But obviously, Taehyung hadn't forgotten it, and Jungkook was faced with a very big Problem. His dick was pretty much hitting the ceiling and it had exactly zero hesitations and conflicts on what it wanted him to do, but his stubborn mind was reminding him that he didn't want Taehyung doing this just to please him.

“I uh… you… Um. That drawer- I mean, I- you don't… need… This doesn’t… I- What I mean is…” Jungkook stuttered rather disastrously, way too distracted by the way Taehyung’s soft lips parted as he rubbed his legs together, to be able to focus on getting a proper sentence out. Taehyung giggled, still breathless and slightly high-pitched in that unbelievably arousing way, eyes gleaming a little.

“Jungkook, are you flustered?” Taehyung murmured softly, airily, and Jungkook was tempted to dive between Taehyung’s legs and never resurface.

“No, I'm just so turned on my dick hurts.” Jungkook forced out through gritted teeth, voice thin and strained and almost coming out as a wheeze. Highly attractive, Jungkook knew, but he couldn't give a shit about that right now as Taehyung shifted and evidently jostled the vibrator, gasping softly, thighs squeezing tighter together.

“Then why are you just… standing there…” Taehyung breathed, desperation seeping into his voice, the handcuffs clinking against the metal bar quietly as his hands tugged against them slightly. Jungkook almost turned around to slam his head against the wall. It would probably be less painful.

“I- fuck… I don't… Taehyung, I don't think we should do this. If we start… I'm going to completely lose control in about two seconds. I might hurt you.” Jungkook spoke tightly, voice rough and gravelly as his throat was dry, and Taehyung groaned in frustration, tipping his head back and closing his eyes.

“Fuck… I appreciate that you're careful with me, I really do but-” Taehyung cut himself off with a low, irresistible moan as he pressed his hips down a little. “How many times do I have to say that I like it rough? You won't hurt me. Actually, please do.”

“You…” Jungkook had no idea how to finish his sentence, and Taehyung pried his eyes open a fraction, flashing Jungkook a heated, needy look under his long lashes.

“Please, Jungkook, I- Be rough with me. Play with me. Throw me around. Use my body. Make me feel good.” Taehyung moaned, the sexiest, filthiest look of pure, unadulterated want on his face as he yanked his wrists sharply against the cuffs in frustration. Jungkook almost exploded on the spot at the sound of Taehyung’s low, sensual voice sliding over his skin and caressing his ears, smooth as honey. Honestly, he was gone the moment Taehyung said “please”. He pulled his shirt over his head and climbed over Taehyung in a flash, feeling a spike of dizziness as Taehyung jumped and gave the tiniest gasp of surprise as he appeared above him, still taken off guard and more importantly, turned on by Jungkook’s speed even now, by the look on his face.

“You dirty, sexy little thing.” Jungkook groaned deep in his throat as he pressed his lips to Taehyung’s neck and ran his hand over his soft thigh, slipping his fingers into the delicious heat between them. Taehyung let his legs fall open easily, inviting Jungkook in with a high pitched whimper as Jungkook licked along the edge of the collar. Fuck, really? A collar though? He had no idea his sweet, precious Taehyung would even venture near shit like this. The dark stripe wrapped around his long neck so snugly looked so good against his skin, reddening it along the edges from the pressure. Fuck… looked like Taehyung liked it tight. Jungkook slipped his hand beneath the edge of the shirt and pushed it up his thigh slowly, sliding his fingers across Taehyung’s enticingly warm skin, brushing over the raised ridges of relatively new, healing bite marks scattered around his hip from last night. Taehyung jumped and gave a full body shiver at the light touch, cuffs clinking softly against metal.

“You… You'd look good in short dresses.” Jungkook heard himself mumble quietly, distractedly as he pushed himself up. He swallowed at the sight of the white material of the shirt sliding teasingly up Taehyung’s thigh and pooling past his hip, revealing a tiny bit more skin, letting Jungkook see just a bit more into that inviting shadow but not enough. Fuck, Taehyung looked so good wearing Jungkook’s shirt like this. He had no idea it was even possible to be attracted to one of his own clothes, which he generally tended not to buy for the sexy factor.

“I think I'll stick with your shirts. So many of them are long enough to pass as dresses anyway. You like it?” Taehyung asked a little shyly, raising his knee and pushing his thigh up into Jungkook’s hand, wordlessly, gently urging him to touch more. Jungkook wished he wouldn't do that, because he was having the hardest time of his life controlling himself to not hold Taehyung’s legs open and ram into him with everything that he had, and make him pull so hard against those goddamn handcuffs he bruised his wrists. Just having Taehyung lie here bound and vulnerable… it was doing things to Jungkook’s sanity.

“The very idea of you wearing nothing but my shirt is hot enough, then actually seeing this… Damn, you make it hard to breathe, baby.” Jungkook rasped, needing to swallow as he trailed his fingers down the soft inside of Taehyung’s thigh and nudged the vibrator, watching Taehyung’s muscles tense in anticipation before he pushed it in further, as deep as it could go. Taehyung gave a choked moan and tipped his head back, arching his back invitingly.

“You don't need to breathe anyway.” Taehyung giggled breathlessly and Jungkook felt a sudden flare of warmth burst in his chest as he stared at the spark of humour dancing in Taehyung’s beautiful eyes. Fuck, not the right mood. He shook his head to clear his mind a little and sliced the shirt open with one claw, flicking the material off Taehyung’s perfect skin and pressing his lips to the gentle, ever so subtle curve of his stomach.

“Who helped you anyway? You couldn't have cuffed yourself with these… and I don't see the key anywhere.” Jungkook asked between soft kisses and gentle, teasing bites, feeling Taehyung’s stomach muscles jump beneath his teeth. He was trying not to think about someone else having seen Taehyung like this, but an inevitable, irrational wave of possessiveness and jealousy crashed over him anyway.

“Jimin.” Taehyung’s voice caught on a breathy moan as Jungkook trailed his fingers down and stroked his stiff, prettily flushed cock slow. Of course, it was entirely Jungkook’s fault, but hearing Jimin’s name come out of Taehyung’s mouth as a moan made him have to bite back an angry growl and he grinded his teeth, quickly reminding himself that Taehyung wasn't his. But fuck, that made him want to make Taehyung his. Jimin better not have touched him when he was helping.

“If you need help then ask me next time, baby. Don't bother Jimin.” Jungkook forced himself to say lightly, pleasantly, but he knew Taehyung could hear the possessive rasp in his voice anyway.

“Are you jealous?” Taehyung murmured, suppressed laughter all too audible in his soft voice. Jungkook ran his tongue over Taehyung’s navel and smirked as Taehyung shut up immediately, squirming reflexively.

“Tease. Of course I am. You make me want to punish you for letting Jimin see you like this.” Jungkook murmured as he crawled up Taehyung’s body, brushing his nose up his skin and breathing him in. He let go of Taehyung’s dick and Taehyung let out a sudden loud, unexpectedly frustrated groan.

“Who's the real tease here? Don't just say that type of thing, actually do something. Why are you wasting so much time today? Stop teasing me and fuck me properly.” Taehyung groaned exasperatedly, yanking against the handcuffs and Jungkook raised an eyebrow at his sudden boldness, wholly unfamiliar with Taehyung telling him to do anything. But he guessed Taehyung was right, he really was wasting time today. But he was only trying to control himself and resist the unbearable hunger wiring his body tight, so he didn't end up hurting Taehyung or going overboard.

“Careful. Someone's a little too brave today.” Jungkook warned lowly, tightly, squeezing Taehyung’s waist a little harder than necessary. Usually, once Jungkook used this tone, any rare complaints from Taehyung would be silenced immediately and he'd blush and apologise in that soft, submissive voice he used that drove Jungkook wild. But he guessed Taehyung was really frustrated today, as he talked back.

“It's because you keep staring at me like you wanna eat me but you're not fucking do anything. My dick feels like it's gonna fall off. Hurry up.” Taehyung almost hissed, strained and breathless, and Jungkook’s eyebrows shot up at his uncharacteristic impatience. He slid the vibrator out and pressed the off button, swearing softly at the sight of Taehyung’s hole clenching around air. Taehyung gave another frustrated, desperate groan and shifting his hips as if the air could give him friction.

“I'm trying to control myself, you know. In case I go too strong and hurt you.” Jungkook replied slowly, voice dropping flatter than he expected, his own frustration eating away at him and seeping into his voice.

“Oh yeah? Well I'm certainly not seeing any of that. Is this the best you can do?” Taehyung actually goaded him now, raising an eyebrow in a lofty, somewhat mocking manner. Jungkook was so taken off guard by this side of Taehyung he didn't even know what to say, but his instincts and arousal were driving him to smirk, take up the challenge and fuck Taehyung in submission, till this defiant spark died and he complied sweetly and willingly with Jungkook’s every move once more.

“What?” Jungkook asked quietly, fire building in every inch of his body as Taehyung turned his gaze away dismissively. His acting was pretty impressive but he smiled for a fraction of a second, letting Jungkook know he was doing this on purpose.

“I thought you'd like this but forget it. I might as well go find Namjoon or someone else. I bet he wouldn't fuck around like this.” Taehyung sighed heavily, even rolling his eyes a little and God, Jungkook just wanted to punish and discipline him for the purposeful cheek and attitude he was giving him. Find Namjoon? “Forget it”? Taehyung sounded like he didn't want to be allowed to come tonight.

“Taehyung…” Jungkook spoke lowly, voice dropping deep and rasping with a clear edge of warning that Taehyung gave a tiny, barely noticeable shiver at, but he only sniffed derisively, persisting with the act and succeeding in pissing Jungkook off more and more, weakening his grip on his self control.

“I bet he'd give it to me if I asked.” Taehyung sighed almost wistfully, dreamily, and Jungkook felt possessiveness engulf his entire body in an itching, prickly heat, feeling a growl building in the back of his throat. The nerve. Taehyung could obviously see this, and he giggled but quickly smoothed his expression out, regarding Jungkook disdainfully. “I saw his dick the other day, it's bigger than yours.”

He what? Jungkook felt the last thread of his self control snap and he reached up and crushed the handcuff links to dust in his hand, his burning, uncontrollable possessiveness exploding in his mind and painting it red. He leant back and flipped Taehyung over roughly, drawing a sharp, startled gasp as he yanked him up onto his knees. He didn't give Taehyung a chance to breathe or process what was going on before he grabbed the back of his head and shoved it down against the sheets, holding him there with one firm, tight hand. Well, Taehyung had told him to be rough with him, and Jungkook was more than happy to fulfill his wish.

“Say that again.” Jungkook growled, letting his voice come out grating and menacing to watch Taehyung shiver and push his hips back with a desperate little whine. Taehyung didn't reply immediately, all the fight suddenly completely drained from his posture without a trace, and Jungkook smirked. He of course already had an inkling, but he should've realised sooner just how much his lovely, innocent Taehyung apparently loved being dominated and manhandled.

He tested this, slapping Taehyung’s ass sharply without warning, far harder than he usually would with any partner. Fuck, that had to hurt, Jungkook’s palm was stinging. Taehyung’s entire body jolted and he gave the loudest, sexiest gasp Jungkook had ever heard, followed by a tiny, irresistible whimper. Shit… Jungkook almost came just listening to the all too obvious pleasure mingling with shock and the sharp edge of pain. He quickly got a grip of himself and leant down to place his lips beside Taehyung’s ear. He ran his hand over the reddened skin of his ass, squeezing the soft flesh roughly, hearing a tiny moan caught behind Taehyung’s closed lips. Taehyung really wasn't behaving today - Jungkook had told him before that he wanted to hear everything, and he usually listened so well to Jungkook’s every demand.

“I told you to say that again. Go on, tell me you want Namjoon instead of me.” Jungkook growled even lower, letting his fangs slip out and grazing the tips over Taehyung’s neck, just beneath his collar. Taehyung let out a helpless whimper at the warning and curved his back down as if cowering and showing Jungkook his complete submission.

“I… I'm sorry.” Taehyung mumbled almost inaudibly, meek voice dying away as he turned his head to the side, gripping the sheets beside his face tightly. Jungkook responded by slapping his ass harder, drawing out a startled, high pitched moan even as he flinched away in pain. Jungkook wanted to chuckle seeing him blush bright red and bite his lip as if embarrassed to vocalise his pleasure at getting spanked. This was the maddeningly cute, shy Taehyung he knew.

“Again? I couldn't quite hear you.” Jungkook leant down to murmur in Taehyung’s ear, knowing he was being mean and smirking as Taehyung shot him a helpless, disbelieving look. He was a vampire, both he and Taehyung knew there was no way he couldn't hear him, he was just making Taehyung reiterate on purpose.

“I'm… sorry. I only want you.” Taehyung breathed, squeezing his eyes shut tight as if in preparation, before he spoke again, his soft request coming out as a weak whisper. “Hit me harder.”

“Manners.” Jungkook reminded warningly and Taehyung’s blush deepened, obviously beyond embarrassed and hating having to say it again. Jungkook wondered whether this was the first time Taehyung had realised he was into spanking. Cute.

“Please… Please hit me harder.” Taehyung asked softly, almost pleading, and Jungkook was more than happy to oblige, pulling back and slapping his reddened ass just a touch harder and sharper, careful not to go too overboard. But even so, Taehyung was evidently into some pretty intense shit, Jungkook’s hits definitely would have bruised, yet Taehyung still gave a choked, pleasured moan and breathlessly asked for another.

“Calm down, you masochist. I don't want you not being able to sit down.” Jungkook almost laughed but suppressed it, tearing the cut shirt off Taehyung’s body and tossing it aside, groaning throatily as he sat back and appreciated the view. Taehyung looked so good like this, hips raised high in the air, the long curve of his back arched down beautifully, face and hands pressed against the sheets, just waiting to be taken. There was nothing covering or interrupting his bare skin except the stark black of the collar and the rings of the broken handcuffs glinting in the candlelight.

He was so beautiful and soft and eager to please, but he'd also pissed Jungkook off, so Jungkook lifted him easily and moved off the bed in a flash, shoving him roughly against the wall before he could take a breath in. Taehyung gasped in surprise as he fell forward against the wall, turning his head back to stare at Jungkook in confusion, though he couldn't mask the flare of arousal in his heated gaze. Well, he did tell Jungkook to throw him around.

“Baby… you've been pretty bad today. You said a lot of shit just before… Care to repeat any of that now?” Jungkook murmured raspily in his ear, low and dangerous, gripping his hips tight enough to leave bruises and caging him in, almost crushing his soft body against the wall. He kept his touch unnecessarily rough to let him know how displeased he was. Taehyung gave another little gasp and shivered almost violently against his body, swallowing all too audibly.

“I… no.” Taehyung’s voice came out really small, as if he was genuinely nervous or scared, but his body seemed to betray him subconsciously as he pushed his hips back harder against Jungkook’s painfully stiff dick, a tiny moan slipping out as his ass rubbed against Jungkook’s currently uncomfortably tight jeans. Jungkook growled deep in his throat and tightened his grip even more, holding Taehyung’s hips still as he gave a tiny yelp of pain. But it didn't quite convince Jungkook as what was unmistakably bliss flashed across his twisted face at the same time. Jesus, he really was a masochist.

“Behave.” Jungkook commanded lowly, harshly, leaning down to bite into Taehyung’s shoulder, without any sign of his usual warning. Taehyung jolted in shock and moaned breathlessly, shuddering against Jungkook’s body as that rich, mind blowingly sweet, delicious blood flowed into his mouth. No matter how times he'd tasted it, Jungkook was still stunned by how good it was, how perfectly sweet and unbearably addicting - just like Taehyung himself. It wasn't a lie when he told Taehyung his blood tasted ten times better than any other blood he'd drunken before.

“Jungkook…” Taehyung whimpered helplessly, knees trembling ever so slightly and Jungkook bit down just a little harder, letting his fangs sink in deeper, making himself dizzy as a stronger gush of blood poured into his mouth. Taehyung flinched and gave a deliciously choked, needy moan, fingers curling and scratching at the wall for support as Jungkook sucked and nibbled at his leisure. Jungkook swallowed with an appreciative groan and lifted his lips, leaning back a little. He let the blood still seeping out of the bite wounds spill and slide down Taehyung’s back in beautifully red trails, watching Taehyung twitch and shiver. He leant back in, pressing his lips to the end of the trails and licking his way back up, catching every last drop and drawing a string of soft whimpers and frustrated whines. Taehyung opened his eyes and twisted his head back a little more to stare at Jungkook pleadingly, slow burning frustration and desperation alight in his wide, glassy eyes. Jungkook smirked and leant forward, letting his bloodstained lips hover over Taehyung’s parted ones, close enough so their breaths mingled, but not letting them touch.

“You look and taste so good. Why are you looking at me like that? What does my pretty little baby want?” Jungkook murmured lowly, huskily, watching Taehyung’s eyes flutter dazedly at his voice. He stroked Taehyung’s waist, squeezing slightly to prompt him to answer.

“I… I want… more. Please. I want to… I want to feel you inside me. I want you to fuck me hard.” Taehyung mumbled softly, meekly, cheeks darkening a little again and Jungkook pressed a soft kiss to the corner of his lips in a split second of reassurance, before he pulled back.

“Oh yeah?” Jungkook hummed as he hooked two fingers beneath Taehyung’s collar, forcing them under despite the overwhelming tightness. Taehyung immediately gave a loud, high pitched, almost distressed sounding moan, eyes flying wide open and blazing with heat. Jungkook yanked his neck back roughly, cruelly, pulling down and forcing Taehyung’s head to tilt back and up at an angle that had to be painful. Taehyung’s lips fell open as he choked and gasped for air, prying open stunned eyes filled with reflexive tears.

“Okay?” Jungkook murmured quietly, carefully checking Taehyung’s reaction as he loosened and tightened his grip experimentally, trying to determine if Taehyung looked like he was about to pass out from lack of air or from pleasure. Taehyung nodded weakly, groping behind him blindly and scrabbling to grip what he could reach of Jungkook’s hip.

“Y-Yes- I- It feels so good-” Taehyung uttered almost inaudibly, cracked voice thin and airless as his eyes glazed over in pained bliss. Jungkook swore under his breath, feeling itching heat and arousal explode and grow ever more, scorching every inch of his body as soft, pleased noises slipping out of Taehyung’s slack mouth. Well, looked like Taehyung could do with a little less air. Jungkook slipped three fingers into the soft, wet heat of Taehyung’s mouth, swearing under his breath as Taehyung’s soft, velvety tongue immediately curled around his fingertip even as he made a noise of confusion.

“Suck.” Jungkook commanded shortly, quietly, tugging on the collar ever so slightly harder. Taehyung’s body shook a little but he immediately, easily complied, closing his soft lips around Jungkook’s knuckles. He sucked sweetly, wetly, hollowing his cheeks and breathing deeply, harshly through his nose. He ran his tongue over each finger almost hungrily, making Jungkook groan at the feeling and slide his fingers in deeper, knowing he shouldn't, as Taehyung was already struggling to breathe. Taehyung gagged reflexively and tears spilled down his cheeks, but he still continued to suck Jungkook’s fingers obediently and coated them with saliva carefully, thoroughly, as if veins weren't straining in his neck and the collar wasn't biting into his skin and cutting off his air. Fuck that was hot. Jungkook slipped his fingers out and let go of the collar, sliding his hand around to stroke Taehyung’s throat gently as Taehyung immediately drew in deep, ragged, gasping breaths, head falling forward to rest against the wall.

“Good boy.” Jungkook murmured, smirking as Taehyung gave a breathless, desperate whine. He kissed his shoulder blade and pressed his slick fingers inside Taehyung’s hole without wasting another second, humming appreciatively at how easily Taehyung’s loosened, relaxed muscles accepted him. Maybe he'd make Taehyung use a vibrator more often. Taehyung let out a soft gasp and curled his fingers into fists against the wall, trembling with what Jungkook guessed was the effort of keeping himself still. He had to reward Taehyung for behaving himself so well. He slid his fingers in as deep as they could go, angling them with familiar ease and brushing the spot that made Taehyung jump and give a low, obscene moan. Fuck, Jungkook could probably get off just listening to Taehyung moan.

“Moan louder for me, baby.” Jungkook rasped, needing to clear his throat a little as he curled his fingers. Taehyung gasped and nodded quickly, eyes slipping shut, lips dropping open as Jungkook slid his fingers in and out slowly, teasingly at first, just barely avoiding Taehyung’s prostate each time. Taehyung made a distressed sound halfway between a whine and a frustrated sob and Jungkook chuckled, jabbing his fingers against the spot harshly and drawing a beautiful, loud, unabashed moan.

“That's it.” Jungkook cooed, keeping his voice low and breathy, smirking as Taehyung whined almost automatically. He was so easy to play with, so receptive to absolutely anything Jungkook did, it gave such a rush . He slid his fingers in and out faster, making sure to graze that spot each time without fail and building up the speed till Taehyung was scrabbling fruitlessly at the wall, moans spilling from his lips without pause. Taehyung’s voice had lifted to that telltale pitch, his tensing muscles even more of a giveaway, letting Jungkook know he was close. Jungkook reached down and clamped a tight fist around the base of his cock, cutting off his release. Taehyung gasped in shock and disbelief, back heaving as he twisted back to shoot Jungkook a betrayed look with dazed, half closed eyes. Jungkook offered a lazy smirk that slid off his face as he leant in, letting his eyes glow red and enjoying what he was beginning to recognise as an instinctive reaction, the sudden softening of Taehyung’s expression into docility.

“You're not allowed to come till I say so.” Jungkook growled quietly, warningly, flashing his fangs and seeing desperation to please swim in Taehyung’s widened eyes.

“I… Yes, but… I can't control it.” Taehyung replied nervously, helplessly, and Jungkook raised an eyebrow, not letting the bright, piercing red fade from his eyes as he regarded Taehyung calmly, knowing it would only make Taehyung more nervous.

“And what do you think we could do to solve that?” Jungkook asked deceptively softly, evenly, trying not to grin as the answer visibly sparked in Taehyung’s eyes that very second.

“A… Use… Use a cockring.” Taehyung mumbled almost inaudibly, dropping his stare shyly and Jungkook wanted to kiss him breathless. They'd only used a cockring that one time, it was understandable that he was still shy about it, but it didn't make him any less maddeningly adorable.

“Ask for it.” Jungkook ordered quietly, knowing he was being mean but not feeling much remorse about it when Taehyung whined and squirmed in disbelief, cheeks reddening for the nth time that night.

“P-Please put a cockring on me.” Taehyung whispered, squeezing his eyes shut in embarrassment and Jungkook broke into laughter, pressing an affectionate kiss to Taehyung’s cheek. Judging by the overpowering, dizzying smell of his arousal thickening and intensifying ever more - something that shouldn't even be possible at this point - Taehyung liked having to beg. Jungkook flitted over to the drawer and returned in the blink of an eye, slipping the cockring over Taehyung’s erection before he'd even seemed to register that Jungkook had moved, as he jumped in shock.

“Since you asked so nicely.” Jungkook smirked as he rubbed the head of Taehyung’s cock teasingly. Taehyung dropped his head down, letting out a soft groan of frustration. Jungkook tugged Taehyung’s wrists up above his head and locked them together by soft leather handcuffs he'd retrieved from the drawer at the same time, just below the metal bracelets of the broken ones.

“What-” Taehyung started confusedly, quickly cutting himself off as Jungkook spun him around and grabbed his narrow hips again, pressing his back hard against the wall. Taehyung gave a tiny, soft gasp and bit his lip as he stared up at Jungkook with clear questions shining in his wide, pretty eyes.

“What is it, baby? Ask away.” Jungkook prompted quietly, almost gently, trying his best to smother his smirk as Taehyung’s eyes fluttered when he tugged experimentally against the cuffs.

“I have two questions. One, why'd you break those handcuffs if you were just gonna cuff me again? Two, why the fuck do you still have clothes on?” Taehyung breathed, a little strained as he bent his arms and let his cuffed hands slide down the wall to rest against his head. Jungkook laughed at the sheer frustration radiating from Taehyung’s every word, leaning in to kiss him briefly, almost chastely.

“One, I was pissed off and impatient, and I really wanted to smack that ass.” Jungkook grinned obnoxiously wide, enjoying the impressive shade of maroon Taehyung’s face was apparently capable of turning. Taehyung swallowed and prompted him softly.

“Two?”

“Two, what clothes?” Jungkook let his voice drop down low as he ripped his clothes off at a speed just slow enough to let Taehyung see a flash and blur of colour. Taehyung moaned softly at the sight of Jungkook’s body, something Jungkook would never, ever get over and become used to.

“Oh, okay.” Taehyung replied weakly and Jungkook decided to be nice and end his suffering, lubing himself up faster than the eye could see and reappearing in front of Taehyung to lift him up easily. He held Taehyung up by the backs of his soft thighs and Taehyung automatically wrapped his legs around Jungkook’s hips even as he squeaked in surprise at the sudden manhandling.

“Fuck, I feel high just off touching you and hearing you moan over your dirty little kinks. I feel like I'm gonna come really fast.” Jungkook groaned a little breathlessly as he finally stopped fucking around and pushed his aching, throbbing and neglected cock past Taehyung’s slick entrance. Taehyung arched his back, cock hitting Jungkook’s stomach as he gave a rich, blissed out moan.

“I hope so. Last night you didn't come for three hours, I was so tired- I mean forget that, fuck, Jungkook, please-” Taehyung breathed desperately, clenching down tightly around Jungkook’s cock for a moment, inviting, urging him to pound into that indescribably perfect heat. And so he did. He shifted his hold and gripped Taehyung’s thighs harder, holding him steady against the wall. He slid all the way out, savouring the drag of skin against skin, before he slammed back in, successfully punching a choked moan out of Taehyung’s parted lips.

“Fuck- yes, Jungkook, please hurry- Give it to me- Fuck me hard-” Taehyung gasped haltingly, cutting himself with a breathless, deliciously high pitched moan as Jungkook thrusted powerfully again, making sure he got the right angle and hit the prostate square on. He quickened his pace, coaxing endless intoxicating moans from Taehyung that just kept getting louder and filthier, hiding his own considerably quieter sounds of pleasure. Fuck, Taehyung looked, smelt, sounded, tasted and felt so good, and that delicious heat was still so tight around Jungkook’s cock despite all that preparation, he could see stars.

His own knees felt a little weak so he turned and tossed Taehyung back down on the bed, wanting to scream at the sight of Taehyung’s soft body bouncing against the sheets. He quickly appeared above him, grabbing the backs of his knees and shoving his legs back, not giving Taehyung a chance to catch his bearings before lining himself up and slamming back into him. He could slide in even deeper in this position, snapping his hips back and forth harder and faster till Taehyung was a sobbing, incoherent, moaning mess, pleasure practically dripping from his gorgeous face. He yanked and pulled roughly, almost viciously against the cuffs, entire body trembling as if his every nerve was singing with overwhelming desperation, need and frustration. His wrists were definitely going to bruise, and the backs of his thighs where Jungkook’s hip bones kept driving into mercilessly, almost cruelly. But right now he ate it up like this level of stimulation was only barely scratching at the surface of what he craved. Fuck, Jungkook wasn't going to last much longer seeing and hearing Taehyung like this.

“I… Jungkook-” Taehyung gasped out, prying his teary eyes open to stare imploringly, desperately up at Jungkook.

“What is it? Why do you look so scared to ask me something, baby? Go on.” Jungkook couldn't even stop his voice from rasping if he tried, heat coiling in his muscles and lower stomach and threatening to burst out at any moment.

“I… I just- wanna be good for you.” Taehyung managed to say between obscene, breathless moans as he turned his head to the side, evidently embarrassed. He didn't finish his sentence or ask his question as whimpers and moans tumbled from his glistening lips without pause.

“Fuck… How is it even possible for you to be into all this intense shit but still be so soft and sweet and shy about everything?” Jungkook growled tightly, voice beyond strained as dizziness rushed through his head when Taehyung squirmed in embarrassment. “Fuck… you're so fucking sexy and perfect I can't even believe it.”

“I… Choke me. Please.” Taehyung moaned helplessly, sounding so desperate Jungkook didn't even stop to think before he obliged. He wrapped a tight hand around Taehyung’s neck and pressed down, feeling the leather of the collar scrape against his palm. Taehyung eyes rolled back and so much pleasure exploded over his face Jungkook was almost in awe.

He slipped the cockring off and Taehyung sobbed in relief, tears beading at the corners of his eyes. They were both so close, it was all that Jungkook could do to dig his fingers into Taehyung’s neck right beneath his jaw. Taehyung came with an airless, almost silent scream of Jungkook’s name. His back arched right off the sheets as come spurted from his cock and splattered against his chest, entire body shuddering and shaking from the force of his orgasm. Jungkook came just a second later as Taehyung clenched down tightly around him, a deep groan ripped from the back of his throat as all that unbearable heat and pressure burst at once, leaving aftershocks of pleasure in the wake of its release.

He dropped his head down against Taehyung’s chest as they both lay there catching their breath, winded and downright exhausted. Fuck. Taehyung was not the pure, innocent guy Jungkook thought he was. Fuck. Well this opened up a whole new world of possibilities. Taehyung just kept getting more and more perfect, it was almost infuriating.

“You… You didn't kiss me much.” Taehyung breathed, heart thudding against his ribcage now that Jungkook’s blood had stopped rushing in his ears for him to be able to hear. Jungkook grinned and pushed himself up, thanking vampire stamina for how quickly he recovered, when Taehyung was still a beautiful, panting, painfully sexy mess. He captured Taehyung’s lips in a soft kiss, pulling back immediately after as he knew Taehyung must be having a hard time breathing right now.

“Yeah, I was a little overwhelmed by the situation. You sprung this on me out of nowhere, baby.” Jungkook murmured, letting his grin morph into a soft smile, feeling nothing but affection, adoration and an unidentifiable, swelling warmth for the gorgeous boy lying beneath him who gazed up at him with such contentment. Fuck, Taehyung was so beautiful. Jungkook carefully undid the collar, stroking Taehyung’s bruised neck gently, feeling his heart instinctively twinge at seeing the angry red skin, even though he knew Taehyung had wanted it. Taehyung just gazed up at him wordlessly, relaxed and happy. Jungkook snapped what was left of the broken handcuffs off Taehyung’s wrists, careful not to accidentally cut him, and undid the leather ones, freeing him. He lifted Taehyung’s reddened, faintly bruised wrists up to his face, pressing soft kisses to the marks in apology. He swept everything away from Taehyung and onto the floor, leaning back over him to stroke his pretty face.

“Are you okay? Was all that okay? Not too much?” Jungkook asked softly, gently, feeling his heart soar as an uninhibited, beautiful smile blossomed over Taehyung’s lips.

“Yeah, it was all perfect. Don't worry.” Taehyung mumbled quietly, eyes sliding shut as he smiled so happily, blissfully, placing his hand over Jungkook’s where it touched his face. And just like that, he fell asleep, sweet, contented smile lingering on his lips.

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