Black Orchid Chapter 2 PG13
Title: Black Orchid Chapter 2
Pairing: Onew/Taemin, Key/Jjong
Length: 3817
Genre: Romance/Angst/Vampire!Jinki/Drama
Rating: PG13
Summary: Jinki a Sangre Baxia, and Taemin, a human begin getting to know each other over dinner.
Warnings: Bit of swearing, lots of UST
Disclaimer: See my Disclaimer of Doom if you wish
Notes: Sangre Baxia is my own made up phrase using some real words. It means literally Blood Kiss. This fic is partly inspired by the Black Brotherhood books by J. R. Ward.
In this fic, although Jinki is a vampire, he is not undead. He breathes, he sweats, he emits bodily fluids *kekeke* and yep, he eats. But food alone is not enough to sustain his life. More details will appear in the fic over time.
Jinki took a breath and reluctantly let go of his Mate's wrist, tucking his hands as discreetly behind him where they could do no harm as possible. He glanced around them, well aware that it was full dark now. He had no more interest in this place and wanted nothing more than to get his beautiful Mate somewhere alone.
"Would you like to get out of here? Maybe get something to eat?" he invited, feeling a prickling shiver slide through him. Taemin had such a scent, it was like nothing he could begin to adequately describe.
"Promise me steak and I'm yours to command," Taemin replied with a smile and then wondered why he'd said something so inviting. True this man made his pulse beat fast and his heart turn over but that was no reason to be so eager. Warm blood rushed to his cheeks, flushing his skin and he let his eyes fall away from Jinki's dark glances in a sudden burst of shyness.
Taemin dropped his own hand to his wrist, already missing that too-warm touch of the other man's hand on his skin. He couldn't help thinking for just a split-second what that touch might feel like on his arm, or neck or back or even somehwere else entirely. He bit his lip and looked up again into Jinki's eyes.
"You can have anything you want," Jinki answered simply, knowing it was true. There was nothing he would not give to this man, human or no. They belonged together like two pieces of a perfect whole.
His phone rang at that point from the pocket of his jacket and he sighed, excusing himself to take a few paces away and press the answer button. "Yes?" he asked, knowing already that the almighty Kibum was the one calling.
"I thought you'd like to know that Jjongie is fine, very happy and will later be very sore. We are about to leave for home," Key said in his usual brisk way.
"I knew that already," Jinki answered dryly, glancing back to where his Mate, his Taemin stood waiting. "Was there something else?"
"Why are you standing there talking to that human?" Key answered. "You said you didn't 'do' humans any longer."
"He's not just any human," Jinki answered and despite how frustrating the situation was, he still felt a fresh gleam of joy at finally having found The One.
There was a long tense pause and then Kibum answered in the Old Tongue, using Jinki's birth name. Defiance, son of Storm of the Second House of Sangre Baxia, what in hell are you doing? He can't be...
Jinki answered the same way. He is. He is. Don't even think of trying to stop me. You know how long I've waited and searched. I need him.
Kibum growled, letting the sound roll off into a deep sigh. "Be careful, Jinki. You know how much Siwon would love to have another chance to call you to the Blood Court. He almost..."
"Fuck, Siwon," Jinki hissed, interrupting his friend. "He may be the birthright leader of our Race but that's just an accident of fucking breeding. Ten minutes more and it would be me and not him and our People wouldn't be suffering the way they are now. I never forget our mothers were sisters and the last of the 1st House."
"He doesn't either, Jinki. He doesn't either."
Jinki made a rude noise and glanced aside to where Taemin was waiting with his body turned politely away to give Jinki's phone conversation privacy.. "Kibum, nothing is going to keep me from spending time with my Mate. So wish me well instead." Jinki's gaze slid down the slender graceful form of Taemin's body and landed on the slitted back of the sleek crimson trousers Taemin wore and his breath caught in his throat.
Kibum muttered under his breath. "No one in the last thousand years has been more well named than you, Jinki. Be careful. I wish you well."
"Goodnight," Jinki answered and clicked the button to let the call end. He let his thoughts dwell on his rival, his cousin and thorn in his side. The man was a devil as far as Jinki was concerned, and one of the primary reasons that Jinki lived as a virtual outcast of his Race. The Blood Court and all the Houses were dying out, and Jinki had been the one to speak out against the non-action. Sangre Baxia were not polite beings; they needed violence and pain and passion. Instead, his dear cousin gave them protocol and etiquette.
With a harsh effort, Jinki pushed the same old thoughts away. It didn't matter. It couldn't matter. Not tonight.
He turned around and stepped up behind Taemin and had a brief fierce urge to drop his head into the curve of Taemin's smooth neck. He could bite right there, just above the collar of suede and just...Jinki took a deep breath and only let his hand settle lightly against his Mate's slim waist.
"My apologies. I believe I promised you a steak dinner," he said with a smile and savored the slight tremor he felt shake through Taemin's body.
Taemin felt the light touch against his body and wanted to purr or cry or moan, something to express the way that one simple point of contact made his whole body react. He was hot all over, intensely aware of Jinki as if there was something electrical between them. He tilted his head up to give the other man a smile. "I think you did, yes," he agreed and bit his tongue on half a dozen invitations he could have made at that point.
He didn't know this man; even though something inside him told that he did in all the more important ways. He knew the hot gleam of those soft yet demanding eyes on his face, and the warmth of the strong fingers on his skin and he knew the lovely precision of movement of which Jinki was capable. Taemin's imagination and his libido were running wild on that information alone.
"Would you like to drive?" Jinki asked, taking shallow breaths as Taemin's body heat intensified the heady combination of scents that rose so enticingly from his skin. It took a strong effort of will to control the way his fangs wanted to slip from their sheathes in preparation for even the tiniest little nibble and he swallowed again and again the saliva that gathered in his mouth.
He didn't need to be a mind reader either to sense that Taemin was nervous, skittish and he had reason. Humans always seemed to sense that his People were not what they seemed, though they never could quite identify the source of their unease. That, combined with the venue, was probably flashing danger signals in Taemin's mind. Jinki stepped back a small pace though it was almost physically painful to do so.
"Um...actually," Taemin hesitated, fidgeting slightly with a rock from heel to heel and a small flip of his hair back from his face. "Do you mind if we meet there, please? Safety first and all?" His smile was sheepish and his skin was delightfully flushed as he turned on a pleading look from beneath his lashes to Jinki.
"I need to make a phone call too and..." Taemin stopped and gnawed his lower lip, letting the words trail off.
Jinki's instinctive reaction was an adamant refusal. He couldn't lose contact with his Mate; they had barely begun and the bond was fragile as spider silk. But Taemin wouldn't understand that and such a refusal might send his Mate running from him and that he couldn't tolerate. He made a soft slightly pained noise and reached out, letting his fingertips coast along the line of Taemin's jaw and then slip beneath his chin so they could look each other in the eye.
"I want you," he said simply, his voice dropping a little to a deeper more sensuous register. "I won't hurt you, at least not in any way you don't want." He smiled then, a slightly rueful almost boyish smile. "But trust...I know it doesn't come instantly."
Jinki's touch was hot, almost scalding but yet infinitely pleasureable. Taemin felt his nipples pressing up against the soft silk tank he wore under the loose knit sweater and didn't want to even think about what his erection was doing against the sinfully tight fabric of his pants. He barely supressed a vulnerable little whine and licked suddenly bone dry lips.
"I want you too," he admitted with a soft smile. "Thank you for understanding."
They spent a few moments, exchanging phone numbers and directions so that both were clear on just where they were supposed to meet for dinner. Taemin paused with his phone in hand and then, pressed into Jinki's firm frame long enough to allow his lips to coast against the curve of the other man's cheek. He didn't dare wait for a reaction but stepped back quickly out of reach and bowed once.
"I'll see you in a little while then," he husked and all but ran out of the now nearly empty room.
Jinki's senses went up in flames at the moment Taemin's lithe body slid sensuously against his and those soft lips pressed their invisible yet indelible mark into his cheek. Nothing could possibly have prepared him for this. His nerves cried out, igniting the darkest primal part of his instincts. For a moment, he shivered with the internal heat, blood pulsing hot in his veins while he scrambled to try to control the impulse that demanded he possess Taemin immediately. The mere thought of those long legs wrapped around his hips and the tensile strength in that slim body working to draw him in, let him in deeper and deeper had Jinki reciting Warrior Codes in his head.
He quashed the desire to claim; the ripples of savagery in his brain that made his body quiver with passion. Jinki promised himself that soon, soon, he would truly have Taemin, and make his Mate cry with pleasure, explode with it over and over again until Taemin was begging him to stop. The thought left a flavor like fire and honey on his tongue as he strode out into the parking lot.
....
Taemin had spent a few crucial moments sitting in his sporty little car with both hands wrapped around the wheel while he gave himself a stern talking to regarding Jinki. Yes, the man made him want to whimper just standing there looking like sex on legs. Yes, he had far too many absolutely filthy thoughts running through his mind over what he and Jinki could do together. But no matter how much charisma Jinki had, he still was a stranger to Taemin. It just wasn't safe to get wound up like this over the man this fast.
The self-lecture didn't do much for the pulse pounding in his wrists or the hard hungry twitch of Taemin's erection in his pants. He sighed and started the car, driving as sedately and carefully to the agreed upon restaurant as possible. Once there and not yet spotting Jinki anywhere around yet, Taemin took the time to make a safety phone call as per agreement earlier that day.
"Minho?" He said, though really when the deep voice said hello, who else could it be?
"Well, duh," said Minho. "Everything okay?"
"Everything's fine. I'm just about to have dinner with someone I've met though."
"Where are you?" That was one of the things Taemin loved about his step-brother. Minho didn't ask stupid questions and didn't pry into Taemin's business.
"Here's the address. And also, here's his phone number. His name is Lee Jinki, Minho."
"You must be really into him."
"Um...yeah, you could say that." Taemin tried not to squirm in his seat. Minho didn't pry but he usually was curious and protective so he could almost imagine what might be running through the older man's head.
"Just be safe, okay? Call me if you decide to go home with him. I'm not doing anything but watching the game on tv, yeah?" Minho sounded ever so slightly worried.
Taemin figured he had a right to be worried, all things considered. "I'll be fine. I'll call you. And Minho, thanks okay? You're a great hyung."
"Of course. Talk to you later, kid."
Just as he was putting the phone back in his pocket, someone knocked on his window. Taemin let out a decidedly unmanly squeak and jumped. Unconsciously his hands began working to release the seatbelt while it took a moment for his brain to come back online and for him to realize it was Jinki standing there.
Jinki reached for the car door and pulled it open, immediately filled with contrition as he saw Taemin's face go wide eyed and pale. He hunkered down so that he was more on eye level with Taemin.
"It's just me, Taemin. I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to frighten you."
Taemin shivered and took a deep breath, getting a hold of myself. "I should have expected it would be you," he said with a sheepish smile.
"Am I forgiven, coredamatix?" Jinki offered his Mate a soft hopeful smile, unconsciously letting the endearment slip past his lips.
"Oh, I think so, especially if you get me that steak you promised." Taemin resisted the urge to bend the little distance necessary to kiss the full lips so close. He coudln't put his finger on just what it was about Jinki, but he seemed alluringly touchable. He bit his own lip instead and smiled winsomely.
"Immediately," Jinki answered, rising to his feet and reaching instead to offer a hand for Taemin to take as he slid out of the car. He held his breath in anticipation of the contact. It burned and yet soothed at the same time and Jinki managed to suppress the shiver, folding his fingers around Taemin's hand gently.
Taemin shivered, the touch of Jinki's hand sending a hot shock through his body. He didn't pull his hand free once he was standing on the concrete of the parking lot though, instead he let the car door shut with a small thunk behind him and squeezed Jinki's hand. Taemin didn't feel he had the strength really to pull away and he had no real desire to try to find it.
Smiling, Jinki led Taemin into the small yet chic restaurant. They were guided almost instantly to a table that seemed to be tucked into its own little corner. Taemin watched the way Jinki and by extention he was treated and felt more bemused than ever by this man.
"They know you here," he commented once they were seated across from each other with menus before them.
"I come here fairly regularly," Jinki admitted. He knew the menu backwards and forwards and food didn't really interest him anyway. His eyes lingered instead on the soft sheen of Taemin's hair, the shape of his jaw and the slope of his shoulder. His fingers itched to touch his Mate again but he resisted the instinct.
Taemin felt the soft seductive weight of Jinki's gaze almost like a caress and it brought the same heated flush to his skin as a touch might have done. He licked his lips and reached for his water glass, drinking half of the icy contents in one go in an attempt to cool himself down.
"Do you mind if I..." he began and then blushed, feeling awkward and strange and yet desperate. He knew this feeling, Taemin told himself. A new man, hot as hell and alluring as well. He wanted Jinki's attention, even deeper, even more intense. It was more than just passion, it was what made him ...himself in a way.
"If you?" Jinki prompted, arching his brows. His Mate's big brown eyes were wide as if in surprise and the molten look in Taemin's gaze almost matched the heat burning in the pit of Jinki's stomach. He was almost relieved when the waitress came by to take their orders.
Taemin blinked, feeling a bit as if he'd been staring at a bright light and finally looked away. He ordered quickly though, the steak of course and various side dishes and another big glass of ice water. He was starting to sweat, which seemed impossible when he and Jinki had barely touched one another.
Jinki ordered with a smile and tried not to think about how much he wanted a taste, just the merest soft, sweet taste of Taemin's vitae in his mouth. Just a little...he'd be so careful. Powers! The mixed cravings running through him had him almost trembling with the effort of controlling himself. He glanced at Taemin's pale throat and the length of suede buckled to it and wanted to replace it with his own mark of possession, something to flaunt that Taemin was his Mate.
"What were you going to say?" Jinki asked, leaning back in his seat as if that could break the chains that Taemin's scent had on him. "Before the waitress came by?" He was wondering how he could possibly even nibble at his dinner while Taemin sat across from him. Jinki burned and burned and burned, his body responding hungrily, hard against his clothing.
"Oh..um..I wondered if you would mind if I took my sweater off. I feel really ...it's warm in here," Taemin confessed, blushing again and dropping his eyes to where his fingers were fiddling with the little paper curl that had wrapped around his napkin.
Jinki shrugged as casually as he could manage. In his mind he was wondering what Taemin would say if Jinki told him all he really wanted to do was fuck them both into a coma...that and take that small, careful taste. "Whatever makes you comfortable is fine, coredamatix," he said warmly.
"Oh...oh good. Thanks," Taemin smiled and pulled his arm out of one sweater sleeve and then the other, before lifting the woven mass up and over his head. He shook his head a few times, a practice flip restoring his hair to order. "Oh that feels so much better," he breathed as the welcome cool air skated over his arms and swooped in against his chest, now covered only by the thin silk tank.
Did Taemin even know how fucking tantalising he was? Jinki couldn't help but wonder as he watched the sweater's removal. He had to look away for a few moments out of pure self preservation. He had never felt so very, very conscious of the frailty of his own self-control, or so overcome with what he felt. He was a member of a savage and passionate people, of all Sangre Baxia he understood that better than most. And yet...now it seemed as if he never truly knew anything about himself.
"You're so sensual," Jinki said into the heated little silence that had fallen. "You're driving me crazy." He had to admit that much, to account for all of his hooded stares. Jinki shifted restlessly in his seat and gazed into Taemin's dark eyes, watching the understanding break across his Mate's face.
Taemin didn't know what to say, what could he say? He fidgeted again and then said softly, "You excite me too." The words were nearly a whisper and they almost seemed to burn his tongue. "I don't know how to act. I've met a lot of men...but you..." He broke off and lifted his hands in a helpless near shrug.
"Just be who you are, Taemin," Jinki urged after a small pause that allowed the server to arrive with their plates. He smiled a little as he reached for his fork. "It's good to know my intense reaction isn't one sided though."
He pulled his gaze to his plate rather than letting it linger on Taemin's face as he would have preferred. There had to be space, a breath of a pause in this private heatwave they seemed to engender in one another.
"This looks great!" Taemin was actually glad of the server's timely arrival since the still sizzling steak in front of him was a good distraction.
He reached for a roll in the basket between he and Jinki and peeked at the other man from beneath his lashes. Eagerly, Taemin cut open the still warm bread and slathered the inside of the roll with butter. Then without any conscious decision on his part, he offered it to his table mate rather than placing it on his own plate.
Jinki took a small bite of his steak which he'd ordered as rare as possible. He and other Sangre Baxia did eat actual food, contrary to legend, but right now his appetite for even the flavorsome meat couldn't distract him from his Mate for long. He kept his eyes on his own plate for a few moments, sensing that Taemin needed a breathing space almost as much as he did himself.
When he looked up again, it was to find the warm roll dripping with butter being held almost shyly towards him. Jinki felt his heart do some kind of crazy dance in his chest and smiled warmly at his Mate. He leaned forward, baring straight white teeth as he bit into the roll and savored both the taste of the bread and the fact that Taemin had offered it to him.
Taemin couldn't help a little gasp at the way Jinki just bit into the roll instead of taking it into his own hand. It seemed so much more intimate, so much more compelling an act this way. He watched Jinki as if mesmerised as the other man took the remains of the bread from Taemin's fingers and then lifted Taemin's hand in his own.
Jinki hesitated for a split second, then glanced up into Taemin's wide slightly shocked eyes and then smiled a little roughly. He brought Taemin's fingers, liberally dripping with butter from the roll, to his lips and softly licked the greasy droplets away. Jinki felt the tremor in Taemin's hand as he worked, and looked up once more to his Mate's face.
"Jinki..." Taemin began and then found that he didn't have the breath to say anything more. Each long careful swipe of Jinki's tongue against his skin created fiery tingles spreading from his hand to the rest of his body.
The look on Jinki's face was so sensuous too, that Taemin had a brief vision of himself held beneath Jinki's greater weight. He gasped, shivering with no desire to pull his hand back out of Jinki's reach.
When the last scrap of butter was gone, Jinki kissed the back of Taemin's hand. "Thank you," he said simply.
Pairing: Onew/Taemin, Key/Jjong
Length: 3817
Genre: Romance/Angst/Vampire!Jinki/Drama
Rating: PG13
Summary: Jinki a Sangre Baxia, and Taemin, a human begin getting to know each other over dinner.
Warnings: Bit of swearing, lots of UST
Disclaimer: See my Disclaimer of Doom if you wish
Notes: Sangre Baxia is my own made up phrase using some real words. It means literally Blood Kiss. This fic is partly inspired by the Black Brotherhood books by J. R. Ward.
In this fic, although Jinki is a vampire, he is not undead. He breathes, he sweats, he emits bodily fluids *kekeke* and yep, he eats. But food alone is not enough to sustain his life. More details will appear in the fic over time.
Jinki took a breath and reluctantly let go of his Mate's wrist, tucking his hands as discreetly behind him where they could do no harm as possible. He glanced around them, well aware that it was full dark now. He had no more interest in this place and wanted nothing more than to get his beautiful Mate somewhere alone.
"Would you like to get out of here? Maybe get something to eat?" he invited, feeling a prickling shiver slide through him. Taemin had such a scent, it was like nothing he could begin to adequately describe.
"Promise me steak and I'm yours to command," Taemin replied with a smile and then wondered why he'd said something so inviting. True this man made his pulse beat fast and his heart turn over but that was no reason to be so eager. Warm blood rushed to his cheeks, flushing his skin and he let his eyes fall away from Jinki's dark glances in a sudden burst of shyness.
Taemin dropped his own hand to his wrist, already missing that too-warm touch of the other man's hand on his skin. He couldn't help thinking for just a split-second what that touch might feel like on his arm, or neck or back or even somehwere else entirely. He bit his lip and looked up again into Jinki's eyes.
"You can have anything you want," Jinki answered simply, knowing it was true. There was nothing he would not give to this man, human or no. They belonged together like two pieces of a perfect whole.
His phone rang at that point from the pocket of his jacket and he sighed, excusing himself to take a few paces away and press the answer button. "Yes?" he asked, knowing already that the almighty Kibum was the one calling.
"I thought you'd like to know that Jjongie is fine, very happy and will later be very sore. We are about to leave for home," Key said in his usual brisk way.
"I knew that already," Jinki answered dryly, glancing back to where his Mate, his Taemin stood waiting. "Was there something else?"
"Why are you standing there talking to that human?" Key answered. "You said you didn't 'do' humans any longer."
"He's not just any human," Jinki answered and despite how frustrating the situation was, he still felt a fresh gleam of joy at finally having found The One.
There was a long tense pause and then Kibum answered in the Old Tongue, using Jinki's birth name. Defiance, son of Storm of the Second House of Sangre Baxia, what in hell are you doing? He can't be...
Jinki answered the same way. He is. He is. Don't even think of trying to stop me. You know how long I've waited and searched. I need him.
Kibum growled, letting the sound roll off into a deep sigh. "Be careful, Jinki. You know how much Siwon would love to have another chance to call you to the Blood Court. He almost..."
"Fuck, Siwon," Jinki hissed, interrupting his friend. "He may be the birthright leader of our Race but that's just an accident of fucking breeding. Ten minutes more and it would be me and not him and our People wouldn't be suffering the way they are now. I never forget our mothers were sisters and the last of the 1st House."
"He doesn't either, Jinki. He doesn't either."
Jinki made a rude noise and glanced aside to where Taemin was waiting with his body turned politely away to give Jinki's phone conversation privacy.. "Kibum, nothing is going to keep me from spending time with my Mate. So wish me well instead." Jinki's gaze slid down the slender graceful form of Taemin's body and landed on the slitted back of the sleek crimson trousers Taemin wore and his breath caught in his throat.
Kibum muttered under his breath. "No one in the last thousand years has been more well named than you, Jinki. Be careful. I wish you well."
"Goodnight," Jinki answered and clicked the button to let the call end. He let his thoughts dwell on his rival, his cousin and thorn in his side. The man was a devil as far as Jinki was concerned, and one of the primary reasons that Jinki lived as a virtual outcast of his Race. The Blood Court and all the Houses were dying out, and Jinki had been the one to speak out against the non-action. Sangre Baxia were not polite beings; they needed violence and pain and passion. Instead, his dear cousin gave them protocol and etiquette.
With a harsh effort, Jinki pushed the same old thoughts away. It didn't matter. It couldn't matter. Not tonight.
He turned around and stepped up behind Taemin and had a brief fierce urge to drop his head into the curve of Taemin's smooth neck. He could bite right there, just above the collar of suede and just...Jinki took a deep breath and only let his hand settle lightly against his Mate's slim waist.
"My apologies. I believe I promised you a steak dinner," he said with a smile and savored the slight tremor he felt shake through Taemin's body.
Taemin felt the light touch against his body and wanted to purr or cry or moan, something to express the way that one simple point of contact made his whole body react. He was hot all over, intensely aware of Jinki as if there was something electrical between them. He tilted his head up to give the other man a smile. "I think you did, yes," he agreed and bit his tongue on half a dozen invitations he could have made at that point.
He didn't know this man; even though something inside him told that he did in all the more important ways. He knew the hot gleam of those soft yet demanding eyes on his face, and the warmth of the strong fingers on his skin and he knew the lovely precision of movement of which Jinki was capable. Taemin's imagination and his libido were running wild on that information alone.
"Would you like to drive?" Jinki asked, taking shallow breaths as Taemin's body heat intensified the heady combination of scents that rose so enticingly from his skin. It took a strong effort of will to control the way his fangs wanted to slip from their sheathes in preparation for even the tiniest little nibble and he swallowed again and again the saliva that gathered in his mouth.
He didn't need to be a mind reader either to sense that Taemin was nervous, skittish and he had reason. Humans always seemed to sense that his People were not what they seemed, though they never could quite identify the source of their unease. That, combined with the venue, was probably flashing danger signals in Taemin's mind. Jinki stepped back a small pace though it was almost physically painful to do so.
"Um...actually," Taemin hesitated, fidgeting slightly with a rock from heel to heel and a small flip of his hair back from his face. "Do you mind if we meet there, please? Safety first and all?" His smile was sheepish and his skin was delightfully flushed as he turned on a pleading look from beneath his lashes to Jinki.
"I need to make a phone call too and..." Taemin stopped and gnawed his lower lip, letting the words trail off.
Jinki's instinctive reaction was an adamant refusal. He couldn't lose contact with his Mate; they had barely begun and the bond was fragile as spider silk. But Taemin wouldn't understand that and such a refusal might send his Mate running from him and that he couldn't tolerate. He made a soft slightly pained noise and reached out, letting his fingertips coast along the line of Taemin's jaw and then slip beneath his chin so they could look each other in the eye.
"I want you," he said simply, his voice dropping a little to a deeper more sensuous register. "I won't hurt you, at least not in any way you don't want." He smiled then, a slightly rueful almost boyish smile. "But trust...I know it doesn't come instantly."
Jinki's touch was hot, almost scalding but yet infinitely pleasureable. Taemin felt his nipples pressing up against the soft silk tank he wore under the loose knit sweater and didn't want to even think about what his erection was doing against the sinfully tight fabric of his pants. He barely supressed a vulnerable little whine and licked suddenly bone dry lips.
"I want you too," he admitted with a soft smile. "Thank you for understanding."
They spent a few moments, exchanging phone numbers and directions so that both were clear on just where they were supposed to meet for dinner. Taemin paused with his phone in hand and then, pressed into Jinki's firm frame long enough to allow his lips to coast against the curve of the other man's cheek. He didn't dare wait for a reaction but stepped back quickly out of reach and bowed once.
"I'll see you in a little while then," he husked and all but ran out of the now nearly empty room.
Jinki's senses went up in flames at the moment Taemin's lithe body slid sensuously against his and those soft lips pressed their invisible yet indelible mark into his cheek. Nothing could possibly have prepared him for this. His nerves cried out, igniting the darkest primal part of his instincts. For a moment, he shivered with the internal heat, blood pulsing hot in his veins while he scrambled to try to control the impulse that demanded he possess Taemin immediately. The mere thought of those long legs wrapped around his hips and the tensile strength in that slim body working to draw him in, let him in deeper and deeper had Jinki reciting Warrior Codes in his head.
He quashed the desire to claim; the ripples of savagery in his brain that made his body quiver with passion. Jinki promised himself that soon, soon, he would truly have Taemin, and make his Mate cry with pleasure, explode with it over and over again until Taemin was begging him to stop. The thought left a flavor like fire and honey on his tongue as he strode out into the parking lot.
....
Taemin had spent a few crucial moments sitting in his sporty little car with both hands wrapped around the wheel while he gave himself a stern talking to regarding Jinki. Yes, the man made him want to whimper just standing there looking like sex on legs. Yes, he had far too many absolutely filthy thoughts running through his mind over what he and Jinki could do together. But no matter how much charisma Jinki had, he still was a stranger to Taemin. It just wasn't safe to get wound up like this over the man this fast.
The self-lecture didn't do much for the pulse pounding in his wrists or the hard hungry twitch of Taemin's erection in his pants. He sighed and started the car, driving as sedately and carefully to the agreed upon restaurant as possible. Once there and not yet spotting Jinki anywhere around yet, Taemin took the time to make a safety phone call as per agreement earlier that day.
"Minho?" He said, though really when the deep voice said hello, who else could it be?
"Well, duh," said Minho. "Everything okay?"
"Everything's fine. I'm just about to have dinner with someone I've met though."
"Where are you?" That was one of the things Taemin loved about his step-brother. Minho didn't ask stupid questions and didn't pry into Taemin's business.
"Here's the address. And also, here's his phone number. His name is Lee Jinki, Minho."
"You must be really into him."
"Um...yeah, you could say that." Taemin tried not to squirm in his seat. Minho didn't pry but he usually was curious and protective so he could almost imagine what might be running through the older man's head.
"Just be safe, okay? Call me if you decide to go home with him. I'm not doing anything but watching the game on tv, yeah?" Minho sounded ever so slightly worried.
Taemin figured he had a right to be worried, all things considered. "I'll be fine. I'll call you. And Minho, thanks okay? You're a great hyung."
"Of course. Talk to you later, kid."
Just as he was putting the phone back in his pocket, someone knocked on his window. Taemin let out a decidedly unmanly squeak and jumped. Unconsciously his hands began working to release the seatbelt while it took a moment for his brain to come back online and for him to realize it was Jinki standing there.
Jinki reached for the car door and pulled it open, immediately filled with contrition as he saw Taemin's face go wide eyed and pale. He hunkered down so that he was more on eye level with Taemin.
"It's just me, Taemin. I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to frighten you."
Taemin shivered and took a deep breath, getting a hold of myself. "I should have expected it would be you," he said with a sheepish smile.
"Am I forgiven, coredamatix?" Jinki offered his Mate a soft hopeful smile, unconsciously letting the endearment slip past his lips.
"Oh, I think so, especially if you get me that steak you promised." Taemin resisted the urge to bend the little distance necessary to kiss the full lips so close. He coudln't put his finger on just what it was about Jinki, but he seemed alluringly touchable. He bit his own lip instead and smiled winsomely.
"Immediately," Jinki answered, rising to his feet and reaching instead to offer a hand for Taemin to take as he slid out of the car. He held his breath in anticipation of the contact. It burned and yet soothed at the same time and Jinki managed to suppress the shiver, folding his fingers around Taemin's hand gently.
Taemin shivered, the touch of Jinki's hand sending a hot shock through his body. He didn't pull his hand free once he was standing on the concrete of the parking lot though, instead he let the car door shut with a small thunk behind him and squeezed Jinki's hand. Taemin didn't feel he had the strength really to pull away and he had no real desire to try to find it.
Smiling, Jinki led Taemin into the small yet chic restaurant. They were guided almost instantly to a table that seemed to be tucked into its own little corner. Taemin watched the way Jinki and by extention he was treated and felt more bemused than ever by this man.
"They know you here," he commented once they were seated across from each other with menus before them.
"I come here fairly regularly," Jinki admitted. He knew the menu backwards and forwards and food didn't really interest him anyway. His eyes lingered instead on the soft sheen of Taemin's hair, the shape of his jaw and the slope of his shoulder. His fingers itched to touch his Mate again but he resisted the instinct.
Taemin felt the soft seductive weight of Jinki's gaze almost like a caress and it brought the same heated flush to his skin as a touch might have done. He licked his lips and reached for his water glass, drinking half of the icy contents in one go in an attempt to cool himself down.
"Do you mind if I..." he began and then blushed, feeling awkward and strange and yet desperate. He knew this feeling, Taemin told himself. A new man, hot as hell and alluring as well. He wanted Jinki's attention, even deeper, even more intense. It was more than just passion, it was what made him ...himself in a way.
"If you?" Jinki prompted, arching his brows. His Mate's big brown eyes were wide as if in surprise and the molten look in Taemin's gaze almost matched the heat burning in the pit of Jinki's stomach. He was almost relieved when the waitress came by to take their orders.
Taemin blinked, feeling a bit as if he'd been staring at a bright light and finally looked away. He ordered quickly though, the steak of course and various side dishes and another big glass of ice water. He was starting to sweat, which seemed impossible when he and Jinki had barely touched one another.
Jinki ordered with a smile and tried not to think about how much he wanted a taste, just the merest soft, sweet taste of Taemin's vitae in his mouth. Just a little...he'd be so careful. Powers! The mixed cravings running through him had him almost trembling with the effort of controlling himself. He glanced at Taemin's pale throat and the length of suede buckled to it and wanted to replace it with his own mark of possession, something to flaunt that Taemin was his Mate.
"What were you going to say?" Jinki asked, leaning back in his seat as if that could break the chains that Taemin's scent had on him. "Before the waitress came by?" He was wondering how he could possibly even nibble at his dinner while Taemin sat across from him. Jinki burned and burned and burned, his body responding hungrily, hard against his clothing.
"Oh..um..I wondered if you would mind if I took my sweater off. I feel really ...it's warm in here," Taemin confessed, blushing again and dropping his eyes to where his fingers were fiddling with the little paper curl that had wrapped around his napkin.
Jinki shrugged as casually as he could manage. In his mind he was wondering what Taemin would say if Jinki told him all he really wanted to do was fuck them both into a coma...that and take that small, careful taste. "Whatever makes you comfortable is fine, coredamatix," he said warmly.
"Oh...oh good. Thanks," Taemin smiled and pulled his arm out of one sweater sleeve and then the other, before lifting the woven mass up and over his head. He shook his head a few times, a practice flip restoring his hair to order. "Oh that feels so much better," he breathed as the welcome cool air skated over his arms and swooped in against his chest, now covered only by the thin silk tank.
Did Taemin even know how fucking tantalising he was? Jinki couldn't help but wonder as he watched the sweater's removal. He had to look away for a few moments out of pure self preservation. He had never felt so very, very conscious of the frailty of his own self-control, or so overcome with what he felt. He was a member of a savage and passionate people, of all Sangre Baxia he understood that better than most. And yet...now it seemed as if he never truly knew anything about himself.
"You're so sensual," Jinki said into the heated little silence that had fallen. "You're driving me crazy." He had to admit that much, to account for all of his hooded stares. Jinki shifted restlessly in his seat and gazed into Taemin's dark eyes, watching the understanding break across his Mate's face.
Taemin didn't know what to say, what could he say? He fidgeted again and then said softly, "You excite me too." The words were nearly a whisper and they almost seemed to burn his tongue. "I don't know how to act. I've met a lot of men...but you..." He broke off and lifted his hands in a helpless near shrug.
"Just be who you are, Taemin," Jinki urged after a small pause that allowed the server to arrive with their plates. He smiled a little as he reached for his fork. "It's good to know my intense reaction isn't one sided though."
He pulled his gaze to his plate rather than letting it linger on Taemin's face as he would have preferred. There had to be space, a breath of a pause in this private heatwave they seemed to engender in one another.
"This looks great!" Taemin was actually glad of the server's timely arrival since the still sizzling steak in front of him was a good distraction.
He reached for a roll in the basket between he and Jinki and peeked at the other man from beneath his lashes. Eagerly, Taemin cut open the still warm bread and slathered the inside of the roll with butter. Then without any conscious decision on his part, he offered it to his table mate rather than placing it on his own plate.
Jinki took a small bite of his steak which he'd ordered as rare as possible. He and other Sangre Baxia did eat actual food, contrary to legend, but right now his appetite for even the flavorsome meat couldn't distract him from his Mate for long. He kept his eyes on his own plate for a few moments, sensing that Taemin needed a breathing space almost as much as he did himself.
When he looked up again, it was to find the warm roll dripping with butter being held almost shyly towards him. Jinki felt his heart do some kind of crazy dance in his chest and smiled warmly at his Mate. He leaned forward, baring straight white teeth as he bit into the roll and savored both the taste of the bread and the fact that Taemin had offered it to him.
Taemin couldn't help a little gasp at the way Jinki just bit into the roll instead of taking it into his own hand. It seemed so much more intimate, so much more compelling an act this way. He watched Jinki as if mesmerised as the other man took the remains of the bread from Taemin's fingers and then lifted Taemin's hand in his own.
Jinki hesitated for a split second, then glanced up into Taemin's wide slightly shocked eyes and then smiled a little roughly. He brought Taemin's fingers, liberally dripping with butter from the roll, to his lips and softly licked the greasy droplets away. Jinki felt the tremor in Taemin's hand as he worked, and looked up once more to his Mate's face.
"Jinki..." Taemin began and then found that he didn't have the breath to say anything more. Each long careful swipe of Jinki's tongue against his skin created fiery tingles spreading from his hand to the rest of his body.
The look on Jinki's face was so sensuous too, that Taemin had a brief vision of himself held beneath Jinki's greater weight. He gasped, shivering with no desire to pull his hand back out of Jinki's reach.
When the last scrap of butter was gone, Jinki kissed the back of Taemin's hand. "Thank you," he said simply.