Vampirium --01
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: Wee~ new chapter! Enjoy!
Vampirium
Win it. Or die running.
| Prologue |
| || | Chapter 01 | || |
With the grocery bag in one hand, the other on the door knob, Jaejoong pushed the slim yet sturdy door. He gently closed the door with a push with his foot. The door clicked, auto-locked. The large framed abstract painting stared at him, as though greeting him home. He had received it as a gift from someone anonymous during high school. It was too beautiful to be thrown out, so, he had kept it ever since.
“Honey, I’m home!” Jaejoong threw his keys over the coffee table. It skittered to a halt just before the edge of the table.
He placed the grocery bag on his white polished counter and bit on the tip of his black leather gloves, pulled them off at one swift move. The faint sound of muffled voice got his ears perking to attention. Jaejoong slid his shades of his ears, folded them, and clipped it to the front of his t-shirt.
The violet walls were there painted to calm him, but, right now, his heart was beating a weird rhythm that he didn’t wish to look into too much. He hurried towards the sound of the faint noise. As he got nearer to the door, his heart thundered, cheeks coloured.
Even a man with the littlest experience would know what that sound was. A soft slurp got him gritting his teeth. Jaejoong gripped the door knob so hard, it would probably be crushed under his hand.
“What the fuck is going on here!?” Jaejoong slammed open the door, gasps from the unsuspecting couple served only to lick the rage in him.
“Jae, look, I can explain.” His boyfriend of three years quickly grabbed onto his rumpled jeans by the bedside, clearly trying to get dressed. He tucked his spent cock and zipped up.
“There’s no need to explain. I understand perfectly.” Jaejoong crossed his arms over his chest. The young man beside his boyfriend looked so skinny, Jaejoong wouldn’t be surprised if he broke his bones from jus a box of his fist.
“Jae-“
“Shut up! You,” Jaejoong pointed at the trembling young man. “Get the fuck out of my house. I need to settle some things with this prick.”
“Y-Yes.” The young man scrambled out, with his clothes.
His boyfriend watched the young man trailed out before Jaejoong shut the door behind him. The room felt so warm with the fury building inside him. Jaejoong glared.
“Let’s talk, Jae.” Bale said, combing through his thick strawberry blonde curls, which Jaejoong used to love running through them as Bale sucked him dry.
Right now, Jaejoong had the urge to shave those blond curls and slap him hard across his cheeks. Damn right, he’s mad. He kept his distance.
“No, you don’t. I’ll talk. And my words are final. I want you out! Get your stuff out of my apartment now, before I shove my gun up your ass.” Jaejoong hissed.
“Jae, you wouldn’t. You’re a nice guy.” Bale took a step forward, trying to comfort him.
“I am not when my boyfriend’s fucking some other guy in my bed.” Jaejoong flipped the left side of his blazer open, revealing his shiny revolver, resting in the shoulder holster. “See that? If you don’t disappear in ten seconds, I’m going to have this kiss your temples.”
“Please, Jae-“
“How long have you been doing this?” Jaejoong asked as his Bale when all over the room to collect his belongings and stuff them inside his duffel bag.
“A few months.” Bale said softly.
“Fuck you. I worked so hard to keep a roof over our head and you go around fucking behind my back.” Jaejoong had his left hand over his hips.
“You’re always not home. I get lonely so...”
“It’s my fault? My fault!? “ Jaejoong raised his voice another notch eyeing Bale dangerously from a few feet, if looks could kill. “You’re the prick who couldn’t control your dick, dickhead. Now go!”
Jaejoong heard the door clicked close and then the disappearing footsteps. He leaned against the door, slipping down on his knees. Tears burned his eyes. The soft murmur of the wind couldn’t comfort him. He buried his face in his hands, and let the tears flow, as his heart clenched tightly trying to save his shattered heart.
***
Yoochun pushed away the covers. A warm body snuggled closer to him. He couldn’t even remember who her name was other than the sex was good. But these days, sex has become so boring; he thought it wouldn’t harm him to give up. Something seemed to be missing. He didn’t know when sex had started to become more of a burden than enjoyable. Male or female, he’d do them. And he never bottoms.
Shrugging her hands off his waist, Yoochun made his way to the bathroom. He felt for the light switch. The room illuminated a bright artificial sunlight, almost blinded him. The smell of his raspberry shower gel still lingered in the room. Blinking a few times, he got his eyes adjusted and went over to do his daily morning routine.
The hot shower was on full-blast beating the sleepiness out of him, and the ache from yesterday’s work. He soaped himself, groaning whenever he roughened around the bruised area.
Yesterday had been one hell of a day. They had to take down two guys who tried to harm Mr. Bleau, his boss. Those two sure know how to fight given the extent of injury he’d gotten. Yoochun turned off the faucet. The sudden coldness of the tiles made him jerked his foot away. He stood in front of his full-length mirror just behind the shower “cube”. Purple dot the size of his palm made itself a home at his shoulder just before it met his arms. Another one was a blue-black dot on top of his knee. Fuck. He even still had the energy to fuck some random stranger. Yeah, funny.
He wrapped the towel around his hips, another around his head, drying them. A soft vibration sounded from his room. Grumbling, Yoochun dragged his foot towards his nightstand. The phone blinked a few times before it laid still. He picked up.
“Shit.” Yoochun slid into his dark dress pants, crisp light blue shirt. He pulled open his drawer and strapped his shoulder harness, shoved his gun and grabbed his leather coat from the hook behind the door.
***
The ticking of the analogue clock on his cotton white office was annoying. Sometimes, he swore it was ticking at the same rate as his heart was going. Marc bent his head, cupping it between his hands, thumbs massaging his temples. A headache was making his head hurt like hell. And he couldn’t think which was what he didn’t need at this time.
A crucial time. He’d lost two patients. Who the hell knew where they’d gone to? He had to find them before things go wrong. If it goes wrong, that is. A soft knock on the door didn’t register in him until big warm hands settled on both sides of his shoulders.
“Hey.” Jonas voice sounded a little hoarse but still sexy to his ears. But too bad, he’s straight.
“Hey.” Marc sat upright, leaned back against the top of the back of his chair so that Jonas was hovering over him.
“Headache?” Jonas smiled. His fingers pushed away Marc’s own fingers, replaced them with his own and started massaging them.
“Hmm, feels good.” Marc let his eyes fluttered close. He could smell Jonas’ aftershave. It smelt masculine and spicy in a way. His fingers had the itch to reach out and run over his jaw, and maybe kiss-
“You’re over-thinking.” Jonas chuckled at Marc’s pout. He liked how those full red lips pout. If only he could lean down and kiss them.
Marc peeked, an eye opened. “No, I’m not.”
“Yes, you are. You can’t lie to me. I’ve known you for so long.” Jonas let his fingers ran through Marc’s soft black curly hair. It felt so good under his fingers. He twined a curl around his index finger and tugged.
Marc moaned. “We’ve only known for like what five years?”
“Isn’t that long enough?” Jonas tapped playfully on Marc’s nose.
“Uh.” Marc stared at his best friend. “What if I get fired, Jonas?”
“You won’t.” Jonas hugged him close. “They won’t afford it, since you’re one of the best young scientists out there.”
Marc protested. “I’m not! You are!”
“Stop being so humble.” Jonas let him go, and walked around the table to sit at the armchair opposite of where Marc was seating. Only the desk separated them.
“Did Ray call in the officers yet?” Marc asked.
“Bleau? Yeah. I heard he called in people to track them.”
“Do you think it’s possible to get them back? Will everything be alright?”
Jonas smiled. He took Marc’s hand in his and squeezed them. “Believe me everything’s going to be alright.”
***
The rain splattered across the street. Lights glinted from every corner. But he thanked the darkness that was surrounding him. The alley was dark, sufficient to cover up his nakedness. Junsu rubbed the itch around his inner thigh. A soft mumble from Yunho got his attention.
“You’re alright?” Junsu looked over to his friend who was shivering. “God, we need to get you something to wear.”
“But we don’t have any money on us.” Yunho curled up into a ball, fighting the coldness that was seeping into his bones.
Junsu pushed himself off the bricked wall. He looked at the man slumped near the big silver trash can. He looked obviously drunk, and rich. Junsu licked the rain water that dripping over his lips.
“I’ve got an idea.” Junsu grinned.
“Uh-uh. You’re not thinking of-“
“Shh. You just wait here.” Junsu walked over to the man, who looked twice his age but lean like him. “Hey.”
“Oh, sweetie, how much?” The man asked leeringly. He almost drooled at Junsu’s feet.
“Any amount you want.” Junsu caressed the man’s thigh suggestively. “How about you pay later?”
“You naughty boy!” The man grinned. “Come here, and blow me good.”
Junsu smirked. He took a step and gave him a good nasty blow. On the head.
To be continued...
A.N: What do you think? Like it? I hope so! ^^ Comments please~! I;m trying my best to reply to every comment. <3
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: Wee~ new chapter! Enjoy!
Vampirium
Win it. Or die running.
| Prologue |
| || | Chapter 01 | || |
With the grocery bag in one hand, the other on the door knob, Jaejoong pushed the slim yet sturdy door. He gently closed the door with a push with his foot. The door clicked, auto-locked. The large framed abstract painting stared at him, as though greeting him home. He had received it as a gift from someone anonymous during high school. It was too beautiful to be thrown out, so, he had kept it ever since.
“Honey, I’m home!” Jaejoong threw his keys over the coffee table. It skittered to a halt just before the edge of the table.
He placed the grocery bag on his white polished counter and bit on the tip of his black leather gloves, pulled them off at one swift move. The faint sound of muffled voice got his ears perking to attention. Jaejoong slid his shades of his ears, folded them, and clipped it to the front of his t-shirt.
The violet walls were there painted to calm him, but, right now, his heart was beating a weird rhythm that he didn’t wish to look into too much. He hurried towards the sound of the faint noise. As he got nearer to the door, his heart thundered, cheeks coloured.
Even a man with the littlest experience would know what that sound was. A soft slurp got him gritting his teeth. Jaejoong gripped the door knob so hard, it would probably be crushed under his hand.
“What the fuck is going on here!?” Jaejoong slammed open the door, gasps from the unsuspecting couple served only to lick the rage in him.
“Jae, look, I can explain.” His boyfriend of three years quickly grabbed onto his rumpled jeans by the bedside, clearly trying to get dressed. He tucked his spent cock and zipped up.
“There’s no need to explain. I understand perfectly.” Jaejoong crossed his arms over his chest. The young man beside his boyfriend looked so skinny, Jaejoong wouldn’t be surprised if he broke his bones from jus a box of his fist.
“Jae-“
“Shut up! You,” Jaejoong pointed at the trembling young man. “Get the fuck out of my house. I need to settle some things with this prick.”
“Y-Yes.” The young man scrambled out, with his clothes.
His boyfriend watched the young man trailed out before Jaejoong shut the door behind him. The room felt so warm with the fury building inside him. Jaejoong glared.
“Let’s talk, Jae.” Bale said, combing through his thick strawberry blonde curls, which Jaejoong used to love running through them as Bale sucked him dry.
Right now, Jaejoong had the urge to shave those blond curls and slap him hard across his cheeks. Damn right, he’s mad. He kept his distance.
“No, you don’t. I’ll talk. And my words are final. I want you out! Get your stuff out of my apartment now, before I shove my gun up your ass.” Jaejoong hissed.
“Jae, you wouldn’t. You’re a nice guy.” Bale took a step forward, trying to comfort him.
“I am not when my boyfriend’s fucking some other guy in my bed.” Jaejoong flipped the left side of his blazer open, revealing his shiny revolver, resting in the shoulder holster. “See that? If you don’t disappear in ten seconds, I’m going to have this kiss your temples.”
“Please, Jae-“
“How long have you been doing this?” Jaejoong asked as his Bale when all over the room to collect his belongings and stuff them inside his duffel bag.
“A few months.” Bale said softly.
“Fuck you. I worked so hard to keep a roof over our head and you go around fucking behind my back.” Jaejoong had his left hand over his hips.
“You’re always not home. I get lonely so...”
“It’s my fault? My fault!? “ Jaejoong raised his voice another notch eyeing Bale dangerously from a few feet, if looks could kill. “You’re the prick who couldn’t control your dick, dickhead. Now go!”
Jaejoong heard the door clicked close and then the disappearing footsteps. He leaned against the door, slipping down on his knees. Tears burned his eyes. The soft murmur of the wind couldn’t comfort him. He buried his face in his hands, and let the tears flow, as his heart clenched tightly trying to save his shattered heart.
***
Yoochun pushed away the covers. A warm body snuggled closer to him. He couldn’t even remember who her name was other than the sex was good. But these days, sex has become so boring; he thought it wouldn’t harm him to give up. Something seemed to be missing. He didn’t know when sex had started to become more of a burden than enjoyable. Male or female, he’d do them. And he never bottoms.
Shrugging her hands off his waist, Yoochun made his way to the bathroom. He felt for the light switch. The room illuminated a bright artificial sunlight, almost blinded him. The smell of his raspberry shower gel still lingered in the room. Blinking a few times, he got his eyes adjusted and went over to do his daily morning routine.
The hot shower was on full-blast beating the sleepiness out of him, and the ache from yesterday’s work. He soaped himself, groaning whenever he roughened around the bruised area.
Yesterday had been one hell of a day. They had to take down two guys who tried to harm Mr. Bleau, his boss. Those two sure know how to fight given the extent of injury he’d gotten. Yoochun turned off the faucet. The sudden coldness of the tiles made him jerked his foot away. He stood in front of his full-length mirror just behind the shower “cube”. Purple dot the size of his palm made itself a home at his shoulder just before it met his arms. Another one was a blue-black dot on top of his knee. Fuck. He even still had the energy to fuck some random stranger. Yeah, funny.
He wrapped the towel around his hips, another around his head, drying them. A soft vibration sounded from his room. Grumbling, Yoochun dragged his foot towards his nightstand. The phone blinked a few times before it laid still. He picked up.
“Shit.” Yoochun slid into his dark dress pants, crisp light blue shirt. He pulled open his drawer and strapped his shoulder harness, shoved his gun and grabbed his leather coat from the hook behind the door.
***
The ticking of the analogue clock on his cotton white office was annoying. Sometimes, he swore it was ticking at the same rate as his heart was going. Marc bent his head, cupping it between his hands, thumbs massaging his temples. A headache was making his head hurt like hell. And he couldn’t think which was what he didn’t need at this time.
A crucial time. He’d lost two patients. Who the hell knew where they’d gone to? He had to find them before things go wrong. If it goes wrong, that is. A soft knock on the door didn’t register in him until big warm hands settled on both sides of his shoulders.
“Hey.” Jonas voice sounded a little hoarse but still sexy to his ears. But too bad, he’s straight.
“Hey.” Marc sat upright, leaned back against the top of the back of his chair so that Jonas was hovering over him.
“Headache?” Jonas smiled. His fingers pushed away Marc’s own fingers, replaced them with his own and started massaging them.
“Hmm, feels good.” Marc let his eyes fluttered close. He could smell Jonas’ aftershave. It smelt masculine and spicy in a way. His fingers had the itch to reach out and run over his jaw, and maybe kiss-
“You’re over-thinking.” Jonas chuckled at Marc’s pout. He liked how those full red lips pout. If only he could lean down and kiss them.
Marc peeked, an eye opened. “No, I’m not.”
“Yes, you are. You can’t lie to me. I’ve known you for so long.” Jonas let his fingers ran through Marc’s soft black curly hair. It felt so good under his fingers. He twined a curl around his index finger and tugged.
Marc moaned. “We’ve only known for like what five years?”
“Isn’t that long enough?” Jonas tapped playfully on Marc’s nose.
“Uh.” Marc stared at his best friend. “What if I get fired, Jonas?”
“You won’t.” Jonas hugged him close. “They won’t afford it, since you’re one of the best young scientists out there.”
Marc protested. “I’m not! You are!”
“Stop being so humble.” Jonas let him go, and walked around the table to sit at the armchair opposite of where Marc was seating. Only the desk separated them.
“Did Ray call in the officers yet?” Marc asked.
“Bleau? Yeah. I heard he called in people to track them.”
“Do you think it’s possible to get them back? Will everything be alright?”
Jonas smiled. He took Marc’s hand in his and squeezed them. “Believe me everything’s going to be alright.”
***
The rain splattered across the street. Lights glinted from every corner. But he thanked the darkness that was surrounding him. The alley was dark, sufficient to cover up his nakedness. Junsu rubbed the itch around his inner thigh. A soft mumble from Yunho got his attention.
“You’re alright?” Junsu looked over to his friend who was shivering. “God, we need to get you something to wear.”
“But we don’t have any money on us.” Yunho curled up into a ball, fighting the coldness that was seeping into his bones.
Junsu pushed himself off the bricked wall. He looked at the man slumped near the big silver trash can. He looked obviously drunk, and rich. Junsu licked the rain water that dripping over his lips.
“I’ve got an idea.” Junsu grinned.
“Uh-uh. You’re not thinking of-“
“Shh. You just wait here.” Junsu walked over to the man, who looked twice his age but lean like him. “Hey.”
“Oh, sweetie, how much?” The man asked leeringly. He almost drooled at Junsu’s feet.
“Any amount you want.” Junsu caressed the man’s thigh suggestively. “How about you pay later?”
“You naughty boy!” The man grinned. “Come here, and blow me good.”
Junsu smirked. He took a step and gave him a good nasty blow. On the head.
To be continued...
A.N: What do you think? Like it? I hope so! ^^ Comments please~! I;m trying my best to reply to every comment. <3