Rising Creatures of the East 32/?
Title: Rising Creatures of the East 32/???
Rating: Chapters will range from PG - NC-17
Pairing: Yoochun/Junsu, Yunho/Jaejoong (other pairings of other characters as well
Disclaimer: If they were mine, I'd tie them to the wall and use their skin as my paper. Can you imagine? Writing fanfics on Jaejoong's abs???
Warnings: AU, Fantasy
Summary: What do you get when you cross an elf, a vampire, a faerie, a zombie and a werewolf? A singing goup? No way!
A/N: This fic will contain members of other groups like Super Junior, Arashi, NEWS and other K-Pop, J-Rock bands. This fic also contains members from OneTVXQ forums.
This is a creature fic. The DBSK boys are
Jaejoong - Faerie
Yunho - Werewolf
Yoochun - Vampire
Junsu - Elf
Changmin - Zombie
Chapter 32:
The room they entered was larger than the hall they’d been in. When Miyavi had said dinner, Yoochun was expecting to be led into a dining room. He was not expecting the couches, pillows, cushions and small tables all over. Many of them had bodies in various states of undress already laying on them. There were doors leading off the room also, and more torches and candles.
“Miyavi!”
A girl latched herself around Miyavi’s middle. She wore very little, black bra and panties, and a sheer wrap, left open. There was a collar around her neck.
Human? Yoochun sent to Yamapi.
Yeah, he gets a new one every few years. They all have one or two.
Miyavi kissed her briefly and then with a happy grin, she slinked down his body, lips trailing along skin, before kneeling at his feet. He ran a hand over her black hair and met Yoochun’s questioning gaze.
“This is Shiko. That’s Yoochun.”
“He’s pretty,” the girl said, lust in her eyes. “Can he have me?”
Miyavi smiled. “Hungry, Yoochun?”
Yoochun swallowed. “I … I’m not sure what proper protocol would be in this situation, but my elf will kill me.”
Miyavi stared at him, eyes dark. “Proper protocol would be for you not to refuse a gift when it’s offered to you. Surely, your elf will understand.”
Shiko smirked.
“You haven’t met Junsu,” Yamapi said with a smile. “He’s possessive beyond possessive.”
It would be very wise not to refuse, Uruha said. Miyavi likes you, remember. Refusing will only make him distrust you.
Yoochun fought back a sigh. His eyes found Uruha. He and Reita were already on a couch. A girl sat between them. Each held one of her hands above her head, and both had fangs in her neck and hands under her short skirt. She was moaning.
You could come and share Jules with us, Reita’s deep voice said with a grin.
Hiroto had moved to a cushion also. A pair of legs wrapped around him. Omi was no where in sight.
This is not what I was expecting when Miyavi said it was time for dinner, Yoochun said.
He heard Uruha scoff out loud. We’re vampires, Yoochun. It’s what we eat.
Reita had moved to the girl’s body, fangs in the flesh just above her breast.
“The Demons may have who they wish,” Miyavi said. His fingers were trailing over and over Shiko’s face and chin. His eyes never left Yoochun.
Yoochun swallowed. It was amazing how Miyavi had gone from happy to cold and calculating in only a moment.
The others moved by them, Ryo and Shige finding a girl to share. Yamapi and Jun shared two boys between them.
I’m sorry, darling, Yoochun quickly sent to Junsu and then cut off the connection between them. He was left with only the feeling of Junsu’s confusion.
“So, are we eating on our feet?” Yoochun asked.
Miyavi laughed. He tugged on Shiko’s leash, and Yoochun followed them to an oversized cushion.
You don’t have to do anything to her, Uruha told him quickly. Just feed. Yoochun could feel the lust running through Uruha’s thoughts, and he spared them a glance. The girl was on her back on the couch, Reita inside her, Uruha inside him. And Yoochun was reminded why he hated vampire get-togethers. Tsuki had enjoyed the public feedings, but he never had.
Shiko lay on her back, and then stretched her arms out to Yoochun. “Gimmee,” she said, fingers wiggling like a child begging for a treat.
Miyavi sank down next to her, hands circling her tiny waist. With a raise of a pierced eyebrow, he motioned with his head to the cushion.
Yoochun took one more breath and kneeled next to the girl. She reached for his body, but Miyavi took her wrists.
“No touching, Shiko.”
“But … but he’s pretty.”
“I know. But he’s in love with someone else.” Miyavi placed open mouthed kisses on her neck.
Shiko flashed angry eyes at Yoochun. “I can make you love me.”
“I don’t doubt that,” Yoochun said with a smile.
She huffed and turned away. “He’s no fun.”
“Manners, Shiko,” Miyavi said and dragged fangs along her neck. Her eyes shut with a flutter, and she gasped an apology.
“Please, Yoochun,” she whispered. “I’ll be good. Bite me, please.”
Yoochun’s eyes shut, and then a hand closed around his coat and yanked him forward.
Miyavi glared at him again. “Eat.”
Yoochun nodded. Shiko’s excited squeal morphed to a moan when Yoochun slid his fangs below her skin. Human blood was rich, dark and clean. It lacked the tangy sweetness of Junsu’s blood, but it’d been an awfully long time since Yoochun had human blood. He sucked eagerly, losing himself in the taste.
He barely noticed when hands slid along his stomach and up to his shoulders. The coat fell to the floor.
Stop it, he growled at whoever it was.
Miyavi’s laughter filled his head. Make me.
That feeling was back in his mind. That slippery, coiled, ready-to-strike feeling, and Yoochun mentally shouted at it, but Miyavi had caught him unprepared and taken over the part of his brain that controlled his body. He whimpered in his mind, and there was only a moment that he was able to send panic to Yamapi before that too was cut off.
He felt fangs in his skin and hands on his body.
A faint whisper told him to relax. But he couldn’t. And then that presence found thoughts of lust and Junsu’s body, and Yoochun gasped. He could feel the human’s skin under his questing hands, but was powerless to stop himself from touching her, tearing at the clothes, as the pleasure center of his brain was hammered on.
Bite her.
And Yoochun obeyed, on the inside of her thigh, and he heard her scream in delight, and then hands were pulling at his pants, and he whimpered again, because fuck, he wanted those hands to touch him, he was so hard, but they were the wrong hands, the wrong hands!
Yoochun shut his eyes, searching for a way to break the control, even as his body obeyed the commands sent to it. Each time he attacked the presence, it shivered, but didn’t break. His vision went spotty. He thought he was fucking the girl, he couldn’t tell. Fangs sank into his neck. Everything blurred, pleasure overrode everything, but like the blood and the hands, it was the wrong pleasure, the wrong feelings.
Pleasure was supposed to be twisted and twirled with love and growth and magic and flowers and trees, and their tree, in their room, and quite suddenly, Junsu was there and he was in their room and they were holding each other, and the power and energy from their magical tryst coursed through him. He pushed at the presence in his mind and with a cry, broke away from both the girl and from the invading force, and he fell to his stomach, back rising in deep gasps.
He coughed. God, his body hurt.
Someone was yelling. Someone else was touching his back and saying his name over and over again.
Water splashed on his face and he sputtered again.
That was fantastic.
Vampire protocol be damned, Yoochun told Miyavi to fuck off.
Laughter filled his head.
Yoochun? Yoochun, god, Yoochun.
Yoochun sent a calming wave at Junsu. I’m okay. Just … thank you.
What’s going on? Why are you hurt? Why-
Hey, I’m okay. Now I am. This is taking too much effort. Here. And Yoochun showed him what happened. He saw it, too. His memory was a lot clearer than when it was actually happening. He’d been fucking the girl from behind, hard fast, his fangs dug into her back. And then he was ripped away so violently that a chunk of her body came with it. Miyavi had been behind him, hands lips and fangs all over his body, in his neck.
Fuck. I’ll kill them all for hurting you.
I’m alright. Apparently, it was some test of power.
Stupid vampire assholes. Who the fuck cares how powerful you are? You’re mine. Damn it.
I’m yours. Forever, Su. Please. Calm down. I’m alright. Tired.
You’re not going to be home tonight, are you?
Probably not. But I will contact you later, okay? I promise.
He felt Junsu sigh and then a whisper of a kiss touched his mind. I love you, my vampire. Make sure all those fuckers know you’re mine.
I don’t think they’ll doubt it after this. I love you.
As soon as Yoochun closed their connection again, he passed out.
v-v
Yoochun woke up to familiar bodies around him. He burrowed into Yamapi’s stomach as pain lashed through his head. Another set of hands settled in his hair, a body along his, and a bit unconsciously, he arched into the skin. Ryo’s arm went around his stomach.
“Hey, you awake?” Yamapi whispered.
“God, I hope not,” Yoochun muttered as his head pounded.
“Here, feed, you’ll need it.” A wrist was laid against his mouth and he bit down, sucking blood so fast it barely registered in his mouth, but it dulled the pain in his head.
Are we still here?
Yamapi chuckled. Yes. We can’t leave until Miyavi says we can.
What time is it?
Almost eight a.m.
Fuck.
Yoochun kicked Yamapi out of his head and then contacted a frantic Junsu, trying to calm him again and explain that he’d been unconscious and that he couldn’t leave now that it was daylight.
I could find you, you know, Junsu said.
I know. Please don’t. I’m okay. You’re the one who is exhausted. You haven’t slept. Go to sleep.
I’ve been worried about you!
I know. And I’m fine. Please.
Okay.
How’s Jaejoong?
He’s recovering. Ueda says another day or two and he’ll be just fine. Of course, he’s being a right bastard about his precious wings. Seriously, Yoochun, being mentally attacked by a vampire is probably more fun than listening to Jaejoong bitch about his appearance.
Yoochun laughed. I’m sure.
Come home soon, please. I miss you.
I’ll be there as soon as I can. I love you.
I love you.
Yoochun sighed. “Being in love is a pain in the ass,” he whispered.
“I won’t go so far as to say it’s what saved you from Miyavi tearing your mind apart, but it was close.”
“What do you mean?”
“Your mind sought out Junsu, and the two of you threw Miyavi out of your mind. Doesn’t happen often.”
“No, I got that, but what about Miyavi tearing my mind apart?”
“Oh.”
Ryo shifted behind him. “He says he wasn’t trying to, that he got caught up in the moment, but we’re not sure if we believe that.”
Yoochun sighed. “I could really do without having the most powerful vampire in this part of the world pissed off at me.”
Yamapi laughed. “Um, sorry, darling, but you are the most powerful vampire in this part of the world.”
Yoochun groaned. “Fuck.”
The door slammed open, and Jun stalked in, fuming. With a look, Ryo moved away from Yoochun and Jun took his place. Jun’s lips and teeth were immediately at Yoochun’s bare shoulder and he growled in frustration.
You alright?
Miyavi won’t let us leave. I have a clan to take care of.
It’s daytime anyway.
I know, but I still want to get the fuck out of here.
Yoochun let him burrow against him, the fabric of his jeans harsh against Yoochun’s naked skin.
Clans? Shit.
Fuck, Yoochun muttered and contacted Eunhyuk. He was met with sleep, and he nudged him awake. Everything okay?
Yeah. Sungmin went out to hunt though because the newbies were trying to attack each other. He didn’t kill anyone.
Good. Look, I’m sorry. Something incredibly important came up, but I’ll be there tonight.
‘kay.
Yoochun let him go back to sleep.
All’s well with the new clan? Jun asked.
For now. I hate newbies.
It was much easier when I turned mine. None of this ‘no feeding on humans’ nonsense. It’s like if the government suddenly said humans couldn’t eat beef.
Yoochun smiled. The hands on his skin turned from comforting to lustful and Yoochun met Yamapi’s eyes with a wry grin. “You’re pushing boundries, Pi.”
“It’s what I do best,” he replied and leaned in for a kiss.
Yoochun stopped him, and he frowned.
Jun stole a kiss against Yoochun's neck. “Leave him alone, Pi. He’s still exhausted.”
“And hungry,” Yoochun said as his stomach growled.
“Miyavi said he’d send us breakfast.”
Yoochun scoffed. “Real food, I hope.”
“Yeah.”
“Where’s Shige?”
Ryo snorted. “Passed out somewhere, probably.”
Jun shut his eyes, and nodded. “Go find him, Ryo. Bring him here. I don’t want any of us alone.”
“Okay.” Ryo climbed from the bed and pulled on a pair of jeans.
There’s something else wrong with you, Yoochun said carefully and held Jun more tightly.
Jun sighed. How the hell can you always tell?
Emotional vampire, remember? Yamapi said.
What’s wrong?
Kei, the son of a bitch, refuses to see me.
Why?
Jun met his eyes and smiled. “He’s who turned me.”
And? Why would he not want to see you?
Guilt. Eight hundred fucking years of guilt. You’d think the asshole would get over it.
Yamapi laughed.
Shut up, Pi. He never meant for me to live. He killed my family and thought I was dead until I came after him, weak and hungry.
Wow.
It’s like … if Yamapi ever started avoiding you. You can imagine how painful that would be.
Yoochun smiled at Yamapi. Yes, but I have more problems trying to keep him away.
Yamapi laughed and kissed him quickly. Don’t worry, Jun. He’ll come around. Miyavi will make him.
They settled into silence. A few minutes later, Ryo came back, carrying a giggling, clinging Shige.
“Drunk off blood,” Ryo said.
“Drunk off love,” Shige replied with a giggle and started sucking on Ryo’s neck.
“We’re going to go in the other room,” Ryo said with a grin.
Jun rolled his eyes. “Whatever.”
Yamapi pulled on his arm, and Jun shifted so neither were against Yoochun, but pressed against each other. “Come on. I can take your mind off him for awhile.”
Jun smiled. “Wanna join us Yoochun?”
“No thanks.”
Yamapi slapped his bare ass. “Then you should put clothes on.”
“You should control your libidos.” Yoochun slid out of the bed. His head went light when he stood, and Jun settled a hand on his hip.
I’m okay. Just lightheaded.
You will be until you get food in you.
Yoochun nodded. He slipped on a pair of jeans and then sat on the chaise lounge across the room. He watched Jun and Yamapi kiss for awhile, and then decided he’d be better off sleeping. He was still weak, and if Miyavi meant to rip his mind apart, he’d need energy to keep him from doing so. He found the part of him that was connected to Junsu and sighed. He wasn’t sure how, but his mind snuggled against it and it almost felt like Junsu’s arms were around him.
v-v
A few hours later, someone knocked on their door.
Yoochun stirred from where he’d fallen asleep and sniffed. The air smelled of sex and sweat and blood. Jun and Yamapi were asleep on the bed, bodies covered in sex, sweat and blood. And Yoochun was very glad they’d been quiet enough that he’d slept through it.
“Yoochun,” a female voice whined.
Yoochun rolled his eyes.
“I have breakfast for you.”
“Lunch now,” another voice said with a giggle.
Yoochun sat up, made sure he could stand without shaking, and then went and opened the door. Shiko and Jules were on the other side of it, holding trays full of food. Both were naked, and there was a bandage on Shiko’s back where Yoochun had ripped out some of her flesh.
Yoochun took the tray and realized it was attached to the girls’ wrists. They were going to have company for breakfast.
“Miyavi says you’re supposed to feed again,” Shiko said with a very self-satisfied smile.
Yoochun snorted. “Fine. But it’s going to be on my terms without that asshole in my head.”
Shiko gasped. “He’s not an asshole. He’s perfect.”
Yoochun rolled his eyes. “Well, come in. Since we have no choice.”
“What the fuck?” Yamapi said.
“Food.”
“It’s about time,” Jun said, blinking his eyes to get them to open.
The two girls each had a tray and had to kneel by the bed so the vampires could eat.
“This is ridiculous,” Yoochun said.
Yamapi shrugged as he ate a plateful of noodles.
They finished the food quickly, and Yoochun settled back in the chaise lounge with a very much needed cup of coffee. The two girls smiled at each other, and then Shiko crawled over to Yoochun.
“You’re supposed to feed on me again.”
“God, do you even have blood left?” Yoochun asked.
Shiko shrugged. “Don’t care. I want you, and Miyavi always gives me what I want.”
Yoochun shook his head in disbelief. He pointed next to him. “Sit there, and don’t touch me.”
She pouted, but sat where she was told to.
He put his hand at the back of her neck, only so he could tilt her head, but she moaned anyway, and Yoochun rolled his eyes before sinking fangs into her neck. He had only taken three swallows, before the girl’s hand was between her own legs. He smacked it away.
“No.”
“But it’s hot!” she protested.
“I don’t care. Don’t.”
“But Jules is having fun with the other two.”
There was a moan, but Yoochun did not look over at them. “So be a good girl, sit there, let me take what I need and then you can go play.”
“I want to play with you,” she said with a pout.
Yoochun sighed and slammed his fangs into her neck again. She squealed in delight and he drank. When her hands slid along her thighs again, Yoochun grabbed her wrists and growled. She whimpered.
And Yoochun had enough. He pulled away despite her pleading moan. I’m going to go take a shower.
Sexy.
That was Miyavi’s voice. Yoochun growled and kicked him out of his head.
I am really starting to hate that guy,
Jun and Yamapi grunted. You get used to it, Jun said. Now go away.
Chapter 33: you have to remember that your clan comes first
Chapter 31: Tell Yamapi that if he touches you, I'll kill him.
Chapter 30: where a zombie was first bitten is where he never heals
Chapter 29: Heechul really did a number on him.
Chapter 28: I'm tired of your vampire shit.
Chapter 27: The thought of leaving Junsu made his heart ache.
Chapter 26: I shouldn’t have ever let it go.
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Rating: Chapters will range from PG - NC-17
Pairing: Yoochun/Junsu, Yunho/Jaejoong (other pairings of other characters as well
Disclaimer: If they were mine, I'd tie them to the wall and use their skin as my paper. Can you imagine? Writing fanfics on Jaejoong's abs???
Warnings: AU, Fantasy
Summary: What do you get when you cross an elf, a vampire, a faerie, a zombie and a werewolf? A singing goup? No way!
A/N: This fic will contain members of other groups like Super Junior, Arashi, NEWS and other K-Pop, J-Rock bands. This fic also contains members from OneTVXQ forums.
This is a creature fic. The DBSK boys are
Jaejoong - Faerie
Yunho - Werewolf
Yoochun - Vampire
Junsu - Elf
Changmin - Zombie
Chapter 32:
The room they entered was larger than the hall they’d been in. When Miyavi had said dinner, Yoochun was expecting to be led into a dining room. He was not expecting the couches, pillows, cushions and small tables all over. Many of them had bodies in various states of undress already laying on them. There were doors leading off the room also, and more torches and candles.
“Miyavi!”
A girl latched herself around Miyavi’s middle. She wore very little, black bra and panties, and a sheer wrap, left open. There was a collar around her neck.
Human? Yoochun sent to Yamapi.
Yeah, he gets a new one every few years. They all have one or two.
Miyavi kissed her briefly and then with a happy grin, she slinked down his body, lips trailing along skin, before kneeling at his feet. He ran a hand over her black hair and met Yoochun’s questioning gaze.
“This is Shiko. That’s Yoochun.”
“He’s pretty,” the girl said, lust in her eyes. “Can he have me?”
Miyavi smiled. “Hungry, Yoochun?”
Yoochun swallowed. “I … I’m not sure what proper protocol would be in this situation, but my elf will kill me.”
Miyavi stared at him, eyes dark. “Proper protocol would be for you not to refuse a gift when it’s offered to you. Surely, your elf will understand.”
Shiko smirked.
“You haven’t met Junsu,” Yamapi said with a smile. “He’s possessive beyond possessive.”
It would be very wise not to refuse, Uruha said. Miyavi likes you, remember. Refusing will only make him distrust you.
Yoochun fought back a sigh. His eyes found Uruha. He and Reita were already on a couch. A girl sat between them. Each held one of her hands above her head, and both had fangs in her neck and hands under her short skirt. She was moaning.
You could come and share Jules with us, Reita’s deep voice said with a grin.
Hiroto had moved to a cushion also. A pair of legs wrapped around him. Omi was no where in sight.
This is not what I was expecting when Miyavi said it was time for dinner, Yoochun said.
He heard Uruha scoff out loud. We’re vampires, Yoochun. It’s what we eat.
Reita had moved to the girl’s body, fangs in the flesh just above her breast.
“The Demons may have who they wish,” Miyavi said. His fingers were trailing over and over Shiko’s face and chin. His eyes never left Yoochun.
Yoochun swallowed. It was amazing how Miyavi had gone from happy to cold and calculating in only a moment.
The others moved by them, Ryo and Shige finding a girl to share. Yamapi and Jun shared two boys between them.
I’m sorry, darling, Yoochun quickly sent to Junsu and then cut off the connection between them. He was left with only the feeling of Junsu’s confusion.
“So, are we eating on our feet?” Yoochun asked.
Miyavi laughed. He tugged on Shiko’s leash, and Yoochun followed them to an oversized cushion.
You don’t have to do anything to her, Uruha told him quickly. Just feed. Yoochun could feel the lust running through Uruha’s thoughts, and he spared them a glance. The girl was on her back on the couch, Reita inside her, Uruha inside him. And Yoochun was reminded why he hated vampire get-togethers. Tsuki had enjoyed the public feedings, but he never had.
Shiko lay on her back, and then stretched her arms out to Yoochun. “Gimmee,” she said, fingers wiggling like a child begging for a treat.
Miyavi sank down next to her, hands circling her tiny waist. With a raise of a pierced eyebrow, he motioned with his head to the cushion.
Yoochun took one more breath and kneeled next to the girl. She reached for his body, but Miyavi took her wrists.
“No touching, Shiko.”
“But … but he’s pretty.”
“I know. But he’s in love with someone else.” Miyavi placed open mouthed kisses on her neck.
Shiko flashed angry eyes at Yoochun. “I can make you love me.”
“I don’t doubt that,” Yoochun said with a smile.
She huffed and turned away. “He’s no fun.”
“Manners, Shiko,” Miyavi said and dragged fangs along her neck. Her eyes shut with a flutter, and she gasped an apology.
“Please, Yoochun,” she whispered. “I’ll be good. Bite me, please.”
Yoochun’s eyes shut, and then a hand closed around his coat and yanked him forward.
Miyavi glared at him again. “Eat.”
Yoochun nodded. Shiko’s excited squeal morphed to a moan when Yoochun slid his fangs below her skin. Human blood was rich, dark and clean. It lacked the tangy sweetness of Junsu’s blood, but it’d been an awfully long time since Yoochun had human blood. He sucked eagerly, losing himself in the taste.
He barely noticed when hands slid along his stomach and up to his shoulders. The coat fell to the floor.
Stop it, he growled at whoever it was.
Miyavi’s laughter filled his head. Make me.
That feeling was back in his mind. That slippery, coiled, ready-to-strike feeling, and Yoochun mentally shouted at it, but Miyavi had caught him unprepared and taken over the part of his brain that controlled his body. He whimpered in his mind, and there was only a moment that he was able to send panic to Yamapi before that too was cut off.
He felt fangs in his skin and hands on his body.
A faint whisper told him to relax. But he couldn’t. And then that presence found thoughts of lust and Junsu’s body, and Yoochun gasped. He could feel the human’s skin under his questing hands, but was powerless to stop himself from touching her, tearing at the clothes, as the pleasure center of his brain was hammered on.
Bite her.
And Yoochun obeyed, on the inside of her thigh, and he heard her scream in delight, and then hands were pulling at his pants, and he whimpered again, because fuck, he wanted those hands to touch him, he was so hard, but they were the wrong hands, the wrong hands!
Yoochun shut his eyes, searching for a way to break the control, even as his body obeyed the commands sent to it. Each time he attacked the presence, it shivered, but didn’t break. His vision went spotty. He thought he was fucking the girl, he couldn’t tell. Fangs sank into his neck. Everything blurred, pleasure overrode everything, but like the blood and the hands, it was the wrong pleasure, the wrong feelings.
Pleasure was supposed to be twisted and twirled with love and growth and magic and flowers and trees, and their tree, in their room, and quite suddenly, Junsu was there and he was in their room and they were holding each other, and the power and energy from their magical tryst coursed through him. He pushed at the presence in his mind and with a cry, broke away from both the girl and from the invading force, and he fell to his stomach, back rising in deep gasps.
He coughed. God, his body hurt.
Someone was yelling. Someone else was touching his back and saying his name over and over again.
Water splashed on his face and he sputtered again.
That was fantastic.
Vampire protocol be damned, Yoochun told Miyavi to fuck off.
Laughter filled his head.
Yoochun? Yoochun, god, Yoochun.
Yoochun sent a calming wave at Junsu. I’m okay. Just … thank you.
What’s going on? Why are you hurt? Why-
Hey, I’m okay. Now I am. This is taking too much effort. Here. And Yoochun showed him what happened. He saw it, too. His memory was a lot clearer than when it was actually happening. He’d been fucking the girl from behind, hard fast, his fangs dug into her back. And then he was ripped away so violently that a chunk of her body came with it. Miyavi had been behind him, hands lips and fangs all over his body, in his neck.
Fuck. I’ll kill them all for hurting you.
I’m alright. Apparently, it was some test of power.
Stupid vampire assholes. Who the fuck cares how powerful you are? You’re mine. Damn it.
I’m yours. Forever, Su. Please. Calm down. I’m alright. Tired.
You’re not going to be home tonight, are you?
Probably not. But I will contact you later, okay? I promise.
He felt Junsu sigh and then a whisper of a kiss touched his mind. I love you, my vampire. Make sure all those fuckers know you’re mine.
I don’t think they’ll doubt it after this. I love you.
As soon as Yoochun closed their connection again, he passed out.
v-v
Yoochun woke up to familiar bodies around him. He burrowed into Yamapi’s stomach as pain lashed through his head. Another set of hands settled in his hair, a body along his, and a bit unconsciously, he arched into the skin. Ryo’s arm went around his stomach.
“Hey, you awake?” Yamapi whispered.
“God, I hope not,” Yoochun muttered as his head pounded.
“Here, feed, you’ll need it.” A wrist was laid against his mouth and he bit down, sucking blood so fast it barely registered in his mouth, but it dulled the pain in his head.
Are we still here?
Yamapi chuckled. Yes. We can’t leave until Miyavi says we can.
What time is it?
Almost eight a.m.
Fuck.
Yoochun kicked Yamapi out of his head and then contacted a frantic Junsu, trying to calm him again and explain that he’d been unconscious and that he couldn’t leave now that it was daylight.
I could find you, you know, Junsu said.
I know. Please don’t. I’m okay. You’re the one who is exhausted. You haven’t slept. Go to sleep.
I’ve been worried about you!
I know. And I’m fine. Please.
Okay.
How’s Jaejoong?
He’s recovering. Ueda says another day or two and he’ll be just fine. Of course, he’s being a right bastard about his precious wings. Seriously, Yoochun, being mentally attacked by a vampire is probably more fun than listening to Jaejoong bitch about his appearance.
Yoochun laughed. I’m sure.
Come home soon, please. I miss you.
I’ll be there as soon as I can. I love you.
I love you.
Yoochun sighed. “Being in love is a pain in the ass,” he whispered.
“I won’t go so far as to say it’s what saved you from Miyavi tearing your mind apart, but it was close.”
“What do you mean?”
“Your mind sought out Junsu, and the two of you threw Miyavi out of your mind. Doesn’t happen often.”
“No, I got that, but what about Miyavi tearing my mind apart?”
“Oh.”
Ryo shifted behind him. “He says he wasn’t trying to, that he got caught up in the moment, but we’re not sure if we believe that.”
Yoochun sighed. “I could really do without having the most powerful vampire in this part of the world pissed off at me.”
Yamapi laughed. “Um, sorry, darling, but you are the most powerful vampire in this part of the world.”
Yoochun groaned. “Fuck.”
The door slammed open, and Jun stalked in, fuming. With a look, Ryo moved away from Yoochun and Jun took his place. Jun’s lips and teeth were immediately at Yoochun’s bare shoulder and he growled in frustration.
You alright?
Miyavi won’t let us leave. I have a clan to take care of.
It’s daytime anyway.
I know, but I still want to get the fuck out of here.
Yoochun let him burrow against him, the fabric of his jeans harsh against Yoochun’s naked skin.
Clans? Shit.
Fuck, Yoochun muttered and contacted Eunhyuk. He was met with sleep, and he nudged him awake. Everything okay?
Yeah. Sungmin went out to hunt though because the newbies were trying to attack each other. He didn’t kill anyone.
Good. Look, I’m sorry. Something incredibly important came up, but I’ll be there tonight.
‘kay.
Yoochun let him go back to sleep.
All’s well with the new clan? Jun asked.
For now. I hate newbies.
It was much easier when I turned mine. None of this ‘no feeding on humans’ nonsense. It’s like if the government suddenly said humans couldn’t eat beef.
Yoochun smiled. The hands on his skin turned from comforting to lustful and Yoochun met Yamapi’s eyes with a wry grin. “You’re pushing boundries, Pi.”
“It’s what I do best,” he replied and leaned in for a kiss.
Yoochun stopped him, and he frowned.
Jun stole a kiss against Yoochun's neck. “Leave him alone, Pi. He’s still exhausted.”
“And hungry,” Yoochun said as his stomach growled.
“Miyavi said he’d send us breakfast.”
Yoochun scoffed. “Real food, I hope.”
“Yeah.”
“Where’s Shige?”
Ryo snorted. “Passed out somewhere, probably.”
Jun shut his eyes, and nodded. “Go find him, Ryo. Bring him here. I don’t want any of us alone.”
“Okay.” Ryo climbed from the bed and pulled on a pair of jeans.
There’s something else wrong with you, Yoochun said carefully and held Jun more tightly.
Jun sighed. How the hell can you always tell?
Emotional vampire, remember? Yamapi said.
What’s wrong?
Kei, the son of a bitch, refuses to see me.
Why?
Jun met his eyes and smiled. “He’s who turned me.”
And? Why would he not want to see you?
Guilt. Eight hundred fucking years of guilt. You’d think the asshole would get over it.
Yamapi laughed.
Shut up, Pi. He never meant for me to live. He killed my family and thought I was dead until I came after him, weak and hungry.
Wow.
It’s like … if Yamapi ever started avoiding you. You can imagine how painful that would be.
Yoochun smiled at Yamapi. Yes, but I have more problems trying to keep him away.
Yamapi laughed and kissed him quickly. Don’t worry, Jun. He’ll come around. Miyavi will make him.
They settled into silence. A few minutes later, Ryo came back, carrying a giggling, clinging Shige.
“Drunk off blood,” Ryo said.
“Drunk off love,” Shige replied with a giggle and started sucking on Ryo’s neck.
“We’re going to go in the other room,” Ryo said with a grin.
Jun rolled his eyes. “Whatever.”
Yamapi pulled on his arm, and Jun shifted so neither were against Yoochun, but pressed against each other. “Come on. I can take your mind off him for awhile.”
Jun smiled. “Wanna join us Yoochun?”
“No thanks.”
Yamapi slapped his bare ass. “Then you should put clothes on.”
“You should control your libidos.” Yoochun slid out of the bed. His head went light when he stood, and Jun settled a hand on his hip.
I’m okay. Just lightheaded.
You will be until you get food in you.
Yoochun nodded. He slipped on a pair of jeans and then sat on the chaise lounge across the room. He watched Jun and Yamapi kiss for awhile, and then decided he’d be better off sleeping. He was still weak, and if Miyavi meant to rip his mind apart, he’d need energy to keep him from doing so. He found the part of him that was connected to Junsu and sighed. He wasn’t sure how, but his mind snuggled against it and it almost felt like Junsu’s arms were around him.
v-v
A few hours later, someone knocked on their door.
Yoochun stirred from where he’d fallen asleep and sniffed. The air smelled of sex and sweat and blood. Jun and Yamapi were asleep on the bed, bodies covered in sex, sweat and blood. And Yoochun was very glad they’d been quiet enough that he’d slept through it.
“Yoochun,” a female voice whined.
Yoochun rolled his eyes.
“I have breakfast for you.”
“Lunch now,” another voice said with a giggle.
Yoochun sat up, made sure he could stand without shaking, and then went and opened the door. Shiko and Jules were on the other side of it, holding trays full of food. Both were naked, and there was a bandage on Shiko’s back where Yoochun had ripped out some of her flesh.
Yoochun took the tray and realized it was attached to the girls’ wrists. They were going to have company for breakfast.
“Miyavi says you’re supposed to feed again,” Shiko said with a very self-satisfied smile.
Yoochun snorted. “Fine. But it’s going to be on my terms without that asshole in my head.”
Shiko gasped. “He’s not an asshole. He’s perfect.”
Yoochun rolled his eyes. “Well, come in. Since we have no choice.”
“What the fuck?” Yamapi said.
“Food.”
“It’s about time,” Jun said, blinking his eyes to get them to open.
The two girls each had a tray and had to kneel by the bed so the vampires could eat.
“This is ridiculous,” Yoochun said.
Yamapi shrugged as he ate a plateful of noodles.
They finished the food quickly, and Yoochun settled back in the chaise lounge with a very much needed cup of coffee. The two girls smiled at each other, and then Shiko crawled over to Yoochun.
“You’re supposed to feed on me again.”
“God, do you even have blood left?” Yoochun asked.
Shiko shrugged. “Don’t care. I want you, and Miyavi always gives me what I want.”
Yoochun shook his head in disbelief. He pointed next to him. “Sit there, and don’t touch me.”
She pouted, but sat where she was told to.
He put his hand at the back of her neck, only so he could tilt her head, but she moaned anyway, and Yoochun rolled his eyes before sinking fangs into her neck. He had only taken three swallows, before the girl’s hand was between her own legs. He smacked it away.
“No.”
“But it’s hot!” she protested.
“I don’t care. Don’t.”
“But Jules is having fun with the other two.”
There was a moan, but Yoochun did not look over at them. “So be a good girl, sit there, let me take what I need and then you can go play.”
“I want to play with you,” she said with a pout.
Yoochun sighed and slammed his fangs into her neck again. She squealed in delight and he drank. When her hands slid along her thighs again, Yoochun grabbed her wrists and growled. She whimpered.
And Yoochun had enough. He pulled away despite her pleading moan. I’m going to go take a shower.
Sexy.
That was Miyavi’s voice. Yoochun growled and kicked him out of his head.
I am really starting to hate that guy,
Jun and Yamapi grunted. You get used to it, Jun said. Now go away.
Chapter 33: you have to remember that your clan comes first
Chapter 31: Tell Yamapi that if he touches you, I'll kill him.
Chapter 30: where a zombie was first bitten is where he never heals
Chapter 29: Heechul really did a number on him.
Chapter 28: I'm tired of your vampire shit.
Chapter 27: The thought of leaving Junsu made his heart ache.
Chapter 26: I shouldn’t have ever let it go.
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