Vampirium --04
Title: Vampirium
Chapters: ?
Genre: Angst, Drama, Thriller, Yaoi
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Yoosu, Yunjae, Jaewook/Changmin
Summary:
Eternal beauty was something, Bleau, a bio-chem firm, tried to achieve. In the midst of a ground breaking experiment, two of their patients, Junsu and Yunho, fled.
With the experimental virus in the blood, anything could go wrong and Bleau wasn't taking any risk. They sent two security personnel, Jaejoong and Yoochun, to track them down. With the rule of thumb, execution when necessary.
Despite the danger of the Vampirium virus carried in their blood, nothing could stop them from drowning in a steamy affair. Neither realized that another pair from a rival group was tracking the missing patients and they are not going back empty handed. Fighting a fierce attraction of their own, Changmin and Jaewook, tried to push that aside and carry out their job. But when loyalty and morality collides, neither were prepared to take sides.
These six men met through the power of destiny. And they either work together to live or die running.
A/N: Ok, I guess some still remember me haha. Enjoy~ expect something different. You'll know after you read it hehe.
Vampirium
Win it. Or die running.
| Prologue | 01 | 02 | 03 |
| || | Chapter 04 | || |
The insistent ringing of his doorbell jarred Marc awake from his sleep. He blinked rapidly, adjusting to the darkness of his room. Marc shoved off the comforters and groaned.
“For goodness sake, it’s midnight!” Marc didn’t bother to get dressed. Wearing only his black boxer shorts, he made his way to the door and pressed the intercom button.
“God, you know what time is it?” Marc rubbed his eyes with the back of his hand. “Who’s it?”
“It’s me.” The familiar voice drifted through his ears like caresses of a lover... that he could never have. Marc shuddered at his rising member. Shit, not now.
“O-Ok.” Marc unlocked his door, and step aside for the man of his wet dreams to step in.
Jonas shivered. “Thanks. I’m sorry for-“
“It’s ok, really. You’re so wet.” Marc gave him a once over. “Follow me. I’ll get you clean clothes.”
Jonas shook his head, letting drops of water spraying across, with some hitting Marc’s face. He smirked when Marc laughed. Oh, how that laughter made his heart bubble with feelings that he wished to express but was too afraid of the outcome. Call him a coward or whatever, he didn’t care. He wasn’t going to risk their friendship for a selfish indulgence. Jonas followed Marc into his bedroom, keeping in mind not to stare at the slightly shorter man’s assets hidden in black underwear.
In other circumstances, he’d love to push Marc up against the nearest wall and feast on him everywhere and make love till energy drained out of them. But life wasn’t that easy and he was sure that Marc was a ladies’ man and not a men’s man, if you get the drift.
Marc pulled his top drawer, pulled out a pair of clean underwear no matter how kinky it felt like. Jonas was going to wear his underwear! And his cock would be in the same position as where his would be... and that was like indirect contact. Marc suppressed a groan when his cock jumped in agreement.
“Hey, nice boxers.” Marc jumped at the voice, only to land against Jonas’ hard chest. “Oh, Marc, be careful there.”
Marc blushed in the dark. He regretted not switching the lights on just now, but was glad now as it conceals the blush burning his cheeks.
“I’m ok. You just scared me, that’s all.” Marc breathed heavily trying to calm his thundering heart.
“Oh.” Jonas purposely leaned closer to looked at what Marc was holding, an excuse to nuzzle his hair without being obvious. “Do you think I’ll fit? I’m bigger than you.”
“Uh, I...” Marc couldn’t string a sentence with Jonas so close that he was practically breathing against his ears. Plus, the word ‘bigger’ gave him an impropriate mental image of the size of his...
“But it’ll be slightly snug though. I meant the t-shirt.” Jonas chuckled.
Marc blushed at the stupidity of where his thoughts were going. Jonas was straight. Stop thinking about shagging him, he reminded himself.
“If you don’t mind, here are your clothes.”
Jonas’ hands brushed against Marc’s, sending jolts of desire that he would very much love to- oh, never mind. “Thanks.”
Marc pursed his lips as Jonas turned to shrug out of his wet clothes. Bit by bit skin was revealed, and Marc didn’t realize he’d been holding his breath until Jonas bent over to slide into his underwear.
“Marc? You ok?” Jonas turned a fraction as he tucked in his semi-erect member.
“Erm? Yeah.” Marc cursed himself for feeling bothered. “Do you want to eat or sleep? I’m pretty tired.”
“It’s ok, you can go ahead and sleep. Sorry to bother you. I’ll just watch some shows.” Jonas could hear a sigh and smiled. “Blankets?”
“Oh yeah, sorry, I forgot.” Marc flung open his closet. “Here. And extra pillows.”
“Thanks. I owe you.” Jonas winked. “Good night.”
“Night.” Marc closed the door and sighed. He had the strongest urge to step out and in the arms of the sexiest man he’d ever met. But his inner voice told him not to, and he obliged.
***
Jaejoong shrugged off his coat. He threw his keys on the coffee table. It skittered across, stopping right at the edge. He trudged his way into his bedroom. The day had been tiring for the past few days. From the feel of it, he’d a feeling things weren’t getting better with rumours going around about two missing patients.
The bedroom was ajar. A step inside told him that traces of his ex was gone, for good. But the scent was still there went he sniffed the bed sheets. Jaejoong got up, took a clean dark blue sheet and started replacing the current one. Once he was done, he crawled over the centre and just drifted to sleep. And dreaming of a stranger, kissing him madly, like he was the world to him.
***
Frantically, he rummaged through his bag for his phone.
“Goddamnit.” He cursed. When he caught hold of it, he answered. “Hello?”
“Jaewook? It’s me!” A giggle erupted when he grunted.
“Brad? What the hell are you calling me in the middle of the night?” Jaewook slumped back in his pillow.
“I’m sorry. I just wanted to know if Min-kun is free tomorrow.” Brad fiddled with the string on his bolster.
“Can’t you wait for tomorrow?” Jaewook wished he could strangle the boy right there and then.
“No!” Brad whined. “I-I can’t sleep.”
“Brad.”
“Please! I won’t call again at night next time. I wanted to give him something... in person.” Brad whispered.
Jaewook felt guilty for being harsh. Part of him ached with jealousy. “He’s free.”
“Thank you! May you find a best mate!” Brad giggled before flipping his phone closed.
Jaewook sighed and went back to sleep.
***
The city glittered below him. Lewis turned to his twin, smirking.
“You look hot, baby.” Lewis instructed for his Greek god half to come over.
Luke London giggled and straddled Lewis, rubbing their erections together. “You look hot yourself. I can’t sleep.”
Lewis drew their lips together. “You know, I can always help you in that.”
To be continued...
A/N: What do you think? Like it? Haha yes, they are twins... twins in love <3 Oooh smutty XD
Chapters: ?
Genre: Angst, Drama, Thriller, Yaoi
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Yoosu, Yunjae, Jaewook/Changmin
Summary:
Eternal beauty was something, Bleau, a bio-chem firm, tried to achieve. In the midst of a ground breaking experiment, two of their patients, Junsu and Yunho, fled.
With the experimental virus in the blood, anything could go wrong and Bleau wasn't taking any risk. They sent two security personnel, Jaejoong and Yoochun, to track them down. With the rule of thumb, execution when necessary.
Despite the danger of the Vampirium virus carried in their blood, nothing could stop them from drowning in a steamy affair. Neither realized that another pair from a rival group was tracking the missing patients and they are not going back empty handed. Fighting a fierce attraction of their own, Changmin and Jaewook, tried to push that aside and carry out their job. But when loyalty and morality collides, neither were prepared to take sides.
These six men met through the power of destiny. And they either work together to live or die running.
A/N: Ok, I guess some still remember me haha. Enjoy~ expect something different. You'll know after you read it hehe.
Vampirium
Win it. Or die running.
| Prologue | 01 | 02 | 03 |
| || | Chapter 04 | || |
The insistent ringing of his doorbell jarred Marc awake from his sleep. He blinked rapidly, adjusting to the darkness of his room. Marc shoved off the comforters and groaned.
“For goodness sake, it’s midnight!” Marc didn’t bother to get dressed. Wearing only his black boxer shorts, he made his way to the door and pressed the intercom button.
“God, you know what time is it?” Marc rubbed his eyes with the back of his hand. “Who’s it?”
“It’s me.” The familiar voice drifted through his ears like caresses of a lover... that he could never have. Marc shuddered at his rising member. Shit, not now.
“O-Ok.” Marc unlocked his door, and step aside for the man of his wet dreams to step in.
Jonas shivered. “Thanks. I’m sorry for-“
“It’s ok, really. You’re so wet.” Marc gave him a once over. “Follow me. I’ll get you clean clothes.”
Jonas shook his head, letting drops of water spraying across, with some hitting Marc’s face. He smirked when Marc laughed. Oh, how that laughter made his heart bubble with feelings that he wished to express but was too afraid of the outcome. Call him a coward or whatever, he didn’t care. He wasn’t going to risk their friendship for a selfish indulgence. Jonas followed Marc into his bedroom, keeping in mind not to stare at the slightly shorter man’s assets hidden in black underwear.
In other circumstances, he’d love to push Marc up against the nearest wall and feast on him everywhere and make love till energy drained out of them. But life wasn’t that easy and he was sure that Marc was a ladies’ man and not a men’s man, if you get the drift.
Marc pulled his top drawer, pulled out a pair of clean underwear no matter how kinky it felt like. Jonas was going to wear his underwear! And his cock would be in the same position as where his would be... and that was like indirect contact. Marc suppressed a groan when his cock jumped in agreement.
“Hey, nice boxers.” Marc jumped at the voice, only to land against Jonas’ hard chest. “Oh, Marc, be careful there.”
Marc blushed in the dark. He regretted not switching the lights on just now, but was glad now as it conceals the blush burning his cheeks.
“I’m ok. You just scared me, that’s all.” Marc breathed heavily trying to calm his thundering heart.
“Oh.” Jonas purposely leaned closer to looked at what Marc was holding, an excuse to nuzzle his hair without being obvious. “Do you think I’ll fit? I’m bigger than you.”
“Uh, I...” Marc couldn’t string a sentence with Jonas so close that he was practically breathing against his ears. Plus, the word ‘bigger’ gave him an impropriate mental image of the size of his...
“But it’ll be slightly snug though. I meant the t-shirt.” Jonas chuckled.
Marc blushed at the stupidity of where his thoughts were going. Jonas was straight. Stop thinking about shagging him, he reminded himself.
“If you don’t mind, here are your clothes.”
Jonas’ hands brushed against Marc’s, sending jolts of desire that he would very much love to- oh, never mind. “Thanks.”
Marc pursed his lips as Jonas turned to shrug out of his wet clothes. Bit by bit skin was revealed, and Marc didn’t realize he’d been holding his breath until Jonas bent over to slide into his underwear.
“Marc? You ok?” Jonas turned a fraction as he tucked in his semi-erect member.
“Erm? Yeah.” Marc cursed himself for feeling bothered. “Do you want to eat or sleep? I’m pretty tired.”
“It’s ok, you can go ahead and sleep. Sorry to bother you. I’ll just watch some shows.” Jonas could hear a sigh and smiled. “Blankets?”
“Oh yeah, sorry, I forgot.” Marc flung open his closet. “Here. And extra pillows.”
“Thanks. I owe you.” Jonas winked. “Good night.”
“Night.” Marc closed the door and sighed. He had the strongest urge to step out and in the arms of the sexiest man he’d ever met. But his inner voice told him not to, and he obliged.
***
Jaejoong shrugged off his coat. He threw his keys on the coffee table. It skittered across, stopping right at the edge. He trudged his way into his bedroom. The day had been tiring for the past few days. From the feel of it, he’d a feeling things weren’t getting better with rumours going around about two missing patients.
The bedroom was ajar. A step inside told him that traces of his ex was gone, for good. But the scent was still there went he sniffed the bed sheets. Jaejoong got up, took a clean dark blue sheet and started replacing the current one. Once he was done, he crawled over the centre and just drifted to sleep. And dreaming of a stranger, kissing him madly, like he was the world to him.
***
Frantically, he rummaged through his bag for his phone.
“Goddamnit.” He cursed. When he caught hold of it, he answered. “Hello?”
“Jaewook? It’s me!” A giggle erupted when he grunted.
“Brad? What the hell are you calling me in the middle of the night?” Jaewook slumped back in his pillow.
“I’m sorry. I just wanted to know if Min-kun is free tomorrow.” Brad fiddled with the string on his bolster.
“Can’t you wait for tomorrow?” Jaewook wished he could strangle the boy right there and then.
“No!” Brad whined. “I-I can’t sleep.”
“Brad.”
“Please! I won’t call again at night next time. I wanted to give him something... in person.” Brad whispered.
Jaewook felt guilty for being harsh. Part of him ached with jealousy. “He’s free.”
“Thank you! May you find a best mate!” Brad giggled before flipping his phone closed.
Jaewook sighed and went back to sleep.
***
The city glittered below him. Lewis turned to his twin, smirking.
“You look hot, baby.” Lewis instructed for his Greek god half to come over.
Luke London giggled and straddled Lewis, rubbing their erections together. “You look hot yourself. I can’t sleep.”
Lewis drew their lips together. “You know, I can always help you in that.”
To be continued...
A/N: What do you think? Like it? Haha yes, they are twins... twins in love <3 Oooh smutty XD