{ chaptered } The devil knows
Title: The devil knows ★ Prologue
Fandom: Big Bang
Pairing: GRi and mentioned Chaebae for now.
Genre: AU
Rating: NC-17 in this part.
Summary: FUCKING VAMPIRES YO. It's about Lee Seunghyun, regular high school student who lives with his less than average foster father and gets himself stuck in the middle of a thousand year old rivalry.
Warnings: FUCKING VAMPIRES YO. Smut in here. Brainfuck? Appearances of old school YG peeps.
A/N: I don't even know, I started writing this last summer on vacation. You tell me what you think, this is a preview too.
Once again, the auditorium of YG Academy was full of students for another vampire prevention conference. Mister Yang Hyunsuk, the headmaster, had decided that measures had to be taken against the growing threat... to the great displeasure of the students, who have heard those speeches from their headmaster and teachers about a thousand times.
"...They have pale complexion, dark eyes and fangs, as you've probably seen in movies... BUT, the vampires we have been warned against look just like you and I and they blend in the common crowd easier than what we may think... they do NOT only come out at night. Most of the time, they won't attack by day but choose easy targets..."
"... Like I knew she was a vampire, man! She was just a freakin' beautiful girl to me, you know? Everything was alright till she got hungry and showed her fangs... Yeah, students, they can hide those. So, watch out! If it's too good to be true, don't get any close to it... Cuz... ever since, my wife's not sleeping with me... I mean, cuz vampires are dangerous!"
Miss Hwang had given her warnings and Mister Song told the students his story about an encounter with vampires and how this is not something to joke about, even if he was the type to joke around with just about anything. Miss Uhm reminded them that a curfew was necessary and that they should never be alone at night.
"We do not want the Park Bom incident to have a replay, know what I'm sayin'?" Mister Park, the English teacher said once he got his turn at the microphone and took his hat off. There was silence in the whole room at the mention of the former school nurse. "I ain't lettin' it happen to any of you guys, just watch yourselves when I can't."
Then, Headmaster Yang took the microphone and spoke up in a grave sounding tone.
"Students, as you all should know, those creatures are dangerous and you should never ever approach them, no matter how nice they may look... This is why you have to follow obligatory vampire defense classes, taught by Mister Im and Mister Oh. If I hear about students skipping it again, there will be very severe sanctions."
Both mentioned men bowed.
"This closes this conference, students, have a nice day."
The nasal buzz sound of the school's bell echoed in the auditorium and the swarm of students exited through the huge doors. They all headed for their lockers, for club meetings or directly for the exit, to head home to do homework, play videogames or go out for other teenager activities.
... But it wasn't the case for Lee Seunghyun.
"... I'm almost there."
The raven-haired boy was heading toward the gymnasium, to go out of the school by the exit that was there, to avoid the trouble he got into this time. Pushing the door to where the physical education classes were held, he looked left and right with his "panda-like" eyes that used to be such teasing magnets when he was in freshman year.
Mister Im wasn't here and apparently, no sports club was holding a reunion here at this time. It was the perfect time to leave. The young man ran his way to the other side and to the door that lead outside; he pushed it and could almost smell the scent of freedom...
"Where do you think you are going, Lee?"
He could recognize this monotonous tone anywhere, even if it wasn't talking about vectors or algebra.
"OH!" Seunghyun gasped, took a step back, tripped on his own shoelace and fell down on his behind.
The long haired man standing in front of the door just nodded, looking down at him through his checkered frame glasses. "That is my name... though, you did not answer me. Where do you think you are going?"
Shoot.
Seunghyun, still sitting on the floor, rubbed the back of his neck. "... I was heading to your classroom, sir."
"This is what I thought, too." The man said, holding a hand out to him. Seunghyun grumbled a bit before taking the helping hand and following the man to his mathematics and theoretical vampire defense class.
When the door slid shut behind him and sealed his imminent doom, Seunghyun looked at this clock he usually stares at during Mister Oh Jinhwan's mathematics classes and figured that Youngbae must be outside, waiting to pick him up and drive him home... or he left because he was tired of waiting.
Double shoot.
The teacher was sitting on his seat behind his desk and there were two chairs in front of it, with a slow gesture, he indicated his student to sit down. The silent order was executed with a groan from the young man.
"Sir, I promise this is the last time I cut your class! I'll go to detention for the rest of the year if you want... but can we please have this talk tomorrow? I have something important to do tonight, sir."
"You are always in a hurry to get home, are you not?" The teacher shook his head. "No, we're having it now. This is not the usual talk between you and I, we have a guest..."
As if on cue, there was a soft knock on the door.
"You may come in. The door isn't locked." said the teacher.
The door slid open once more and looking at the person standing there, Seunghyun's eyes went three times wider than what they usually are.
The man standing at the entrance was tall and slender, his clothes were particular and noticeable despite their dark colors and there was something about the way he walked that could make anyone feel like moving over to let this graceful being walk by them. He had longish brown hair that was tied in a tight ponytail and his fringe was framing his face a bit but a lot less than the large retro-styled sunglasses he was wearing.
TRIPLE SHOOT.
"... Dad?" He half-choked out the word.
The man smiled, closed his umbrella and removed his sunshades and revealed his face. His eyes were dark and fairly large; he had a fine nose and thin lips. There was also a slightly feminine touch to his traits that added to the attractiveness of his all.
He walked to the teacher's desk without haste in his steps. "I'm sorry I'm late. Traffic."
"It's alright, Mister Lee, I'm glad you came at all." The mathematics teacher said as he rose from his seat to bow courteously at the man and hold out a hand. "I am Oh Jinhwan, your son's mathematics teacher... Please have a seat, sir."
"Kwon," The man corrected, bowing back before shaking the teacher's hand with a gloved hand. "Kwon Jiyong. It's nice to meet you, sir."
They both sat in their respective chairs and this was the moment when mister Jinhwan observed Seunghyun's father a bit. He didn't look like the boy much... He did not look like him at all, actually. He did not look much older than Seunghyun either, he looked about the same age as the students which reminded the mathematics teacher that he was already three decades old... and looking at the man, he decided that even some schoolgirls weren't this cute.
"Alright, mister Kwon," The man behind the desk said, thinking that the fact that they were related and had different last names was a little odd, like everything about them being related, really. "I called you here because of your son... He did not attend the three last Vampire Defense classes."
Jiyong turned to Seunghyun, a frown was quite easy to see on his face. "Oh, really?"
The younger man slouched low in his seat, a small grunt heard from him.
"May I know why you don't go to this class?" The frown was now accompanied by an authoritarian tone.
The boy looked up with a puzzled expression, "Why should I?"
Mister Oh fiddled with his red marking pen a bit before taking Seunghyun's silence as an opportunity to speak, "He says they are, quote him, 'really boring and useless' and says that 'they can bite him for all he cares'. I do agree that this is not the greatest subject of study to some and that it is forced upon the students for a majorly important motive but he has no right to also cut Mister Im's Vampire Fighting class. Seunghyun, those classes are about as important as the knowledge I give you on the subject."
Seunghyun felt the eyes of the parental and educational authority burning through his skull and he wasn't sure if he felt bad about not showing up for class or if he felt bad about the idea of showing up.
"So, Mister Kwon," Jinhwan continued, "Since all that is in my teacher power seem to fail to make him come to class and since I decided to not have mister Yang involved yet, I hoped that you would help me with getting your son to actually have a mark in this subject for this term or I can't guarantee he'll make it to senior year."
"Foster son. A son of my blood would be doing his best, no matter the subject." Jiyong corrected a bit late. "Do not worry, Mister Oh. I will get the message through his thick grounded skull." He said, narrowing his eyes at the young one.
GROUNDED? SHOOT TIMES A MILLION!
Seunghyun whined, "That's not fair!"
"Silence." The father interrupted the childish behavior dryly then turned to the man who summoned him here. "He will be at your next class, sir... if not, you can beat him up in front of the class. That's what teachers did in my time." He said, a small chuckle accompanying his words.
The educator nodded and smiled at the man, understanding the last part of it as a joke. "I will look forward to seeing him there, sir."
There was a long silence between the three men but Jiyong and Jinhwan kept nodding at each other like something was said. Seunghyun did not talk because he was the one who was in trouble and obviously should not speak unless he was spoken to.
"Thank you for informing me, sir." Jiyong suddenly said as he stood up and bowed at the man behind the desk once more before shaking Seunghyun by his shoulder. "Get up."
The boy obeyed and headed for the exit, while his foster father and his teacher were exchanging a few more words.
Seunghyun grumbled and kicked the doorframe, cursing the stupid Vampire Defense classes with his whole soul. He thought it was a class that could just be damned for all he cared and that mister Oh could just go and get f---
"Ey, what did I say about trash language?"
Kwon Jiyong was leaning against the door of which Seunghyun did not notice the opening nor the closure.
Seunghyun puffed his cheeks out and blew the air out dramatically, with a pout to add to the theatrical effect. "Hey, what did I say about reading my thoughts in public?" He answered.
"Ey, it's not often that I am actually able to read them." The older man laughed a bit before putting his sunglasses back on. "Point taken, though."
They walked side by side toward the school's principal entrance. Seunghyun's gaze travelled left and right at the students who were observing him and his 'father'. This was not the first time Jiyong came to the school. It was maybe the third or fourth time since usually, Youngbae was the one who brought Seunghyun back home. Sometimes, he'd give almost anything to know what they think about.
When they got to the car, a fairly old red 1976 Chevrolet Monte Carlo with tinted windows. The paint job has been redone and it looked newer than some models of this year and was definitely working well.
Seunghyun stayed silent on the road, which was out of his habit.
"Seungri," Jiyong started as he drove off.
The younger boy looked up at the use of his nickname and directed his eyes to the other man.
"Next time we're supposed to have dinner together, could you not get in detention?"
"Tell that to Mister Oh." Seungri just sighed, "Besides, it's not like you'd eat the food anyways."
Jiyong snorted, looking out the heavily tinted windshield and waiting for the red light to turn green again. "It's not about the food, Riri... and did you really just think about me biting your teacher?"
"Don't call me Riri, it makes me sound like I'm four." Seungri mumbled, "What if I did? You said it can kill... it would make him stop teaching me how to kill you."
"Baby, he's a good man. He's teaching you how to protect yourself against the vampire threat, vampires like him and I aren't threats, aren't we?" The man with the sunglasses asked as they arrived in front of the gates of a huge mansion that opened a few instants later.
"Yeah, I know, but still, I think that's useless- 'vampires like him', say what?" The young man blinked several times, trying to understand what the other just said.
"Mister Oh is born of a human man and a vampire woman, Seungri. Figured him out when he was trying to read my thoughts, that's why we didn't need to end that conversation verbally." Jiyong announced when he finally got to where the car had to be parked, in an indoor parking lot where many other expensive looking cars were parked. "He got a good control over his powers despite really being only 30."
This actually explained a lot about his teacher but Seunghyun got over this new discovery fast. At the mention of him "really being 30", he remembered that Jiyong was much older than this 21 year old body that was frozen in youth forever. A few millenniums older, actually.
"Am I really grounded, though?" Seungri asked about the topic that was preoccupying him most since the meeting.
Jiyong leaned over toward the passenger seat and gently pressed his lips to Seunghyun's. "That was about as true as me being your father... though you will go to those classes, or else."
This made the boy grin. There were many roles that they had to play when they were together. They were a foster father and foster son when people asked. It wasn't completely false, since Jiyong has been taking care of Seunghyun ever since he was a toddler for his parents had died before he ever got to make a single memory of them. The boy had never had a clue that his foster father was a vampire until he was 12 when he noticed that the man never grew older.
The boy followed him out and into the vast mansion that was their home. Although there were several doors in their way, Jiyong opened them all and held them open for the younger man each time.
What a gentleman.... and the teachers say vampires are scary and evil. Seunghyun thought as they reached the living room, where someone was already sitting. Someone short, with a peculiar hairstyle and particularly baggy clothing.
"Geez," The man on the couch sighed, "Could you at least tell me next time you decide to have a drive in the human world by day?"
Jiyong bowed, "Sorry Youngbae, I wanted to pick Seungri up myself. It's a father thing."
"It's okay, as long as he's back here before it gets dark... " Youngbae just shrugged, "Now, if you'll excuse me. I have to be somewhere."
"The gang is calling?" The vampire asked.
"More like my girl is going to throw a hissy fit if I don't hurry to her. It's a special day for us today." Youngbae explained with a shy smile and picked up his hat from the table next to the couch, "This is why I came in to tell you I can't have any dance or piano sessions with Seungri today. I would have told earlier but you guys disappeared on me and my phone battery is dead."
"It's all good. He has obligations of his own tonight anyways." Jiyong smiled back at the guy. "Say hi to Chaerin for me and tell this woman to visit me at times, I miss her."
"Sure thing, Jiyong." Youngbae put the hat on, got up and headed out. He was still smiling on the way out.
Once the man was out of the room, Jiyong chuckled and sat in that same chair he was sitting in. He found a hair on the cushiony surface and shook his head, "Werewolves, I swear." He chuckled once more.
This, Seunghyun knew. His school's dance teacher Dong Youngbae, Jiyong's best friend, was a werewolf and the leader of a small but respected mob of his kind called the Sun Clan. Among them, he was called Taeyang, as he was their sun and they all revolved around him and depended on him... Seunghyun knew his life partner, too, a charismatic girl in his class by the name of Lee Chaerin. Youngbae called her his "sky" and said it was because the sun means nothing when not in the sky and that didn't sound really right to Seunghyun's mind because being in a woman meant more than just shining to him. He also knew Chaerin probably lead this clan better than Youngbae did... but thinking about this wasn't his priority right now.
"Obligations, master?" Seungri asked in a small voice, wondering what the man meant by that.
Hearing the boy call him this made Jiyong's ears tingle a bit. How fast they had to change 'roles' amazed him sometimes. To anyone from outside this mansion, except Youngbae, Jiyong was Seungri's father while here, he was his master and the boy was his servant. This was how he explained having a human in here. They played the role perfectly but sometimes Jiyong really wished he could hear his own first name from the boy's lips more...
"That's right, Seungri. There is something I want you to do tonight." Jiyong said, putting his sunglasses on the table next to the chair, then, he patted his thigh and indicating the boy to sit here. "Come."
With a faint blush on his face, the lad obeyed and sat on his master's lap, looking down at him. He felt an arm around his waist and gloved fingers tracing the contour of his jaw line. He felt himself blush even more since it wasn't every day that his master got this affectionate with him, only when they were remotely alone in the mansion... It was bound to happen since Jiyong recently sent all the valets on vacation.
Without a word, Seunghyun gently pulled at the glove that covered the hand on his face by the tip of the middle finger and removed it. He felt the fingers on his face again and couldn't repress a shiver from running up and down his body. Jiyong's hand was as cold as a thousand winters and yet, Seunghyun thought his touch was the warmest and most comforting. He kissed the palm of his master's hand before looking into the dark eyes that were looking right back into his own.
Those were the moments Seunghyun liked best. When he and Jiyong could just be as they were without playing a role or caring about what people may think about them. They were lovers, no matter how wrong it may seem to some. Yes, this man represented the parental authority in Seunghyun's life, yes, he was also owned by him and he knew Jiyong was a vampire and yet, he loved him and was ready to give his all for him.
Up until now, Jiyong has just been observing his young lover. Since he couldn't read this one mortal's thoughts most of the time, Jiyong had to make an effort and actually guess what was going on in his head...
This guy had nothing to do with the boy he used to be. Seungri really grew up a lot, changed his way of dressing, changed his hair, worked out and got a boost of confidence from the devil knows where. Jiyong had seen him as a toddler and now, pleasant surprise, Seungri was 18 years old and all man. A really fine-looking man, at that. It made Jiyong feel a bit less guilty for having such a relationship with him even if their age difference still had four digits in it...
Seunghyun slowly leaned down to capture his master's lips in a tender kiss. This reminded Jiyong of the first time when this happened, Seungri was roughly 15 at that time and had kissed Jiyong under mistletoe because of some human tradition he surely heard of on television. It had been an awkward moment at that time but since Seunghyun grew older, had more confidence and more experience, it was absolutely enjoyable.
Hands and lips travelled eagerly on each other's body, the hair ornament that was holding Jiyong's ponytail has gone wherever Seungri threw it, the tie of the student's uniform was undone and so were the buttons of his shirt, the younger man's was on top with a leg on each side of the vampire's lap and Jiyong ran his hands up the strong thighs that were now straddling him and did not stop there...
It went on for moments that were too long and too short at the same time, lips sealed together in heated kisses that were only interrupted by soft whispers of each other's name and "I love you"s that escaped their lips along with other barely audible sounds that expressed what they felt.
Jiyong was about to tell his young lover that they should move to a more convenient location for this private moment but he caught a thought from Seungri that was utterly out of place and somehow, very amusing. He pulled away and leaned back against the chair, smiling.
"How low can you get to avoid having to do your homework?" The vampire asked, an eyebrow going skyward.
Seungri raised an eyebrow right back at him, "What are you talking about?"
"None of this until Miss Hwang's science assignment is not done, is that clear?" Jiyong said and gave him a light pat on his rear end, "Come on, Lazy. Get off of me and go do that homework."
"But..."
"I said get off."
"But..." Seunghyun said for a second time, pressing his hips against Jiyong, not daring to speak what bothered him right now and for once, hoping that the other would read his thoughts...
... Jiyong didn't even need supernatural powers to understand that. Just the feel of the bump in Seungri's pants poking against him was enough. "No literal 'getting off' until you're done with your homework. This is an order."
The boy frowned, then got off of the man and spat a single word. "Killjoy."
"Oh, I like the new nickname." The master said, folding his arms behind his head. "Go to your room. I'll be in mine, working."
"But it'll take me all night!" Seungri complained more.
Jiyong just shrugged, "I will still be awake, anyways. I don't know about you."
The boy remembered something that he had been taught, Vampires don't sleep, they just pretend they do. He almost envied them for that, they had all the time in the world to do whatever they wanted to do without needing to sleep or eat...
"... fine. This is probably goodnight, then?" Seungri said, making the statement sound like a question to see if the other would change his mind about the priority of things.
Jiyong nodded, "Yeah, go do your 'human stuff' and I'll have my sleepless night at doing 'vampire stuff'." He made quotation marks with his fingers, "Goodnight, Seungri."
The sad attempt to make his master do things his way failed miserably and Seungri left the living room with a grunt and some mutter that sounded somewhat like ...'night. and he could have sworn that he heard his lover say something along the lines of Geez, teenagers.
Still grumbling and bothered, Seunghyun slung his school bag over his shoulder and went up the lengthy flight of stairs, holding the ramp unnecessarily tight. He walked down the empty hallway where he passed by many guest rooms that were usually occupied by the mansion's staff. This place didn't get many guests, only Taeyang almost every day or important vampires from this or that place once in a while. Master Kwon seldom organized great receptions to which Seungri couldn't participate for fear that the guests would have him as main course.
There was also another guest that never really left the mansion but Master Kwon didn't know that. No one really did, except for Seungri.
The young man went up another flight of steps, to get to the more isolated hallway where his bedroom was while he was buttoning his shirt up again. He reached the wooden door that hid his room. One hand on the polished doorknob, Seungri looked toward the dimly lit end of the corridor where another staircase was. This flight of stairs led to the door to a very special place: Kwon Jiyong's room.
As a child, he went up those stairs and slept there every night without knowing that his 'father' was only pretending to be asleep next to him. This room sealed important memories for Seungri: his first nightmare, his first sleepless night, hearing his first bedtime story, fighting his fright of the dark, his first 'talk about ladies', his very first kiss, his love confession to Jiyong and the loss of his virginity... Just thinking about it could still make him blush, even if they were now very far from that time.
This room also contained many secrets, even for Seungri, who was allegedly Jiyong's lover. Even if he felt that he knew everything of this vampire, he also felt that he knew near to nothing. He knew the man in there was Kwon Jiyong, about 2000 years old but forever frozen as a 21 year old, a very powerful figure in the world of vampires and part of some sort of royalty or government that makes him extra important. Seungri didn't know much about that. He could ask about it since he knew that Jiyong was probably already in the room thanks to how fast he could move at times.
Though, right now, what mattered was doing his homework and the secrets of his own room.
He turned the knob to his room's door and looked left and right in the room that was pointlessly big for one person... But Seungri wasn't exactly alone in this room.
"Daesung?" He called out after he closed the door behind him but got no answer. "Daaaaaaesung?"
He felt cold air blowing against his nape and he shivered and he turned around in surprise. He saw a hand coming out of the door; it was semi-transparent and glowed a bit in the darkness of Seungri's room.
"Creep!" The young man said. "Come in here before Master sees you!"
"That's the problem, lad." A voice full of echo replied and the hand moved in circles then pointed the boy, "I'm stuck in your door. I sort of need a hand."
"Stuck?" Seunghyun shook his head, "Kang Daesung, you are the lamest ghost in the history of ghosts."
He took the hand that was going through the door, feeling the little pride that was to be had at the fact of being able to actually touch the specter and not go right through him. It wasn't every day that he was able to actually touch Daesung. He put a foot to the door for support.
"At the count of three.... THREE!" At that, Seungri pulled at the arm and pushed against the door with his foot.
A thud was heard against the door, followed by Daesung's complaining. "Ouch!"
The boy in the room blinked and decided to let go and just open the door. "You're insubstantial, how can you hurt yourself against a door?"
"I'd like to see you at it." Daesung replied, pouting.
Kang Daesung was a ghost. He had nothing to do with the floating white blankets on TV, though. He looked like a regular person, just a bit see-through and he was a bit luminescent. He had really small eyes and despite being dead, he always had this bright smile that made Seungri smile, too.
From what Seungri knew, Daesung was from some rich and particular family in his living days. The ghost was never really precise about it but the other knew that he was some kind of magical being that Seungri liked to call 'wizard' for a lack of actual term. He claimed he was a sort of immortal being with magical abilities who has been around for centuries and is supposed to still be physically here. He wasn't really a ghost, more like an impotent materialization of a lost soul. Daesung claimed that he wasn't actually dead and that the reason why he was still on earth was that his soul was separated from his body by magic. He also claimed that his body was preserved somewhere by said curse... It didn't make much sense to Seungri.
Daesung was frozen in his 20 years old appearance forever, like Jiyong was stuck in his early 20s. He was totally ten years old to Seunghyun, which was the only way he could explain why Daesung liked cartoons and other childish things. This ghost didn't really like to talk about the circumstances of his 'demise' since it was still freshly imprinted in his memory and painful to him but he did enjoy telling Seungri about anything else since he was his only friend and the only person he materialized in front of.
Daesung wasn't always good with the powers that being a ghost and a 'wizard' invested him with. He had trouble with going through things or not at the right times, he could get stuck in walls, fail to catch things Seungri threw at him, knock vases down or fall through the floor. He could fall down while flying and actually hit the concrete.
"You're still lame." Seunghyun said and went on the other side of the door to playfully kick the weirdly materialized ghost in the butt.
"WHOA!"The specter yelled as he was kicked. He went right through the door, flew over into Seungri's room and went right through the floor, leaving the human shaking his head and laughing.
Daesung poked his head out of the carpeted floor, then, the rest of his body followed until he was standing in front of Seungri.
"...this wasn't funny." He said, looking at the laughing boy.
The student threw his bag next to his desk and laughed some more, "It was hilarious, actually."
Still laughing, Seunghyun went to his desk and pulled his books out, as well as the eyeglasses case inside which were thick black framed glasses that he only really needed to look smart.
The poltergeist floated his way to his friend, "What are you doing?"
"Thai homework." The boy shook his head when he heard his friend gasp in shock, "....Not. It's science, duh. Help me out."
Daesung's eyes wandered all over the piece of paper that was on the desk. "Periodical table? That's supposed to be complicated?" He blew on the book to change the pages, "You do know you won't learn a thing if I give you the answers, right?"
"I'll study later, I promise. I just want that to be done, so I don't have to deal with the 'Lexy wrath' tomorrow." The younger male explained, even if Miss Hwang's detention was the last thing he cared about at the moment.
The ghost blew icy air, sighing. "... Work for it, Seungri."
"Pleaaaaaaaase." Seunghyun made puppy eyes at him and begged, "I'll even let you use my body for you to practice your powers again."
Last time this happened, Dausung practiced taking control of a living body, using it as his, making it invisible like he is most of the time, making it go through stuff and making it fly... It ended with the young valet Jaekwang sitting on the roof of the mansion and not remembering how he got there.
"... Deal." Daesung said, "Let's get it over with. The answer to A is Lithium, B is Copper, C is Neon.... "
Seungri wrote the answers as fast as he could; quite amazed that Daesung knew the answers like that. Either that ghost was really smart or maybe it was just that Seungri was slower than him because the boy was quite smart himself. Probably another thing undead people could do and he couldn't.
Soon enough, the last part of the homework was done.
"I think I love you, Dae." Seunghyun said, looking at his phantom chum with a smile. He put his pencil case as well as his books and papers. He shot a glance at the clock. 7:05.
Daesung's laughter echoed in the room, "Shut up, we both know you love Master Kwon... and what he was doing to you earlier." He said, waggling his eyebrows.
"Well, I'm sorry I'm an 18 years old male who has a normal set of hormones and is a in a relationship with the hottest man on earth aside myself." Seungri said, mocking him with something that almost sounded like arrogance. "Your ghost of a sex drive wouldn't understand."
"With best friends like you, I don't need enemies. That was low." Daesung said, "I don't miss my 'extra brain', actually, not really having it makes me realize some things... besides, you know I don't understand you. I only like women unlike you since ..."
"... older women and nearly 2000 years old hot vampires are what I like." Seungri chuckled and got off of his chair, heading for the door. "Now if you'll excuse me, the latter is surely waiting for me."
"Save me the details." The ghost said, making a face. "Turn the TV on. I want to watch that Doraemon DVD thing you bought me."
"Sure thing," Seungri said, then went to set the TV and DVD player to play a DVD of the Doraemon box set he had bought for Daesung, since his spirit friend was such a 10 year old. When the clerk had looked at him funnily for buying it, Seungri just said he had a younger relative...
The specter sat in the air, floating in front of the TV and smiling happily as the theme song from his favorite show started. The teenager just smiled at his friend's obvious enthusiasm for the cartoon before opening the door to leave.
"Okay. Seungri, really. What's wrong with you?"
He found himself face to face with his master, who was standing right at the door, in his night robe that was just loosely tied around his body.
"...nothing, master." The boy answered when he had gathered enough strength of mind to remove his stare from Jiyong's pale shoulder that was bared because the robe had slid off of it.
The vampire's eyebrow went up, "... I just heard you laughing. Alone."
"It was because the homework was so easy that it made me laugh." Seungri came up with a lie as fast as he could.
"Is it safe to assume you're done, then?" Jiyong asked.
The student nodded, shooting a glance back to make sure that Daesung was in his invisible state.
The master looked behind his young servant, too. "You prefer watching cartoons over coming to me?"
Master Kwon knew nothing of Daesung's existence since the ghost hid himself to anyone who wasn't Lee Seunghyun because he was very afraid of being kicked out. Seungri liked it better like that because Daesung was not only a friend but also the pet Jiyong never let him have just because he fed on animal blood.
Seunghyun shook his head vehemently and leaned forward to hold the older male in his arms, pressing him close to his body. Jiyong's other eyebrow also went up but then he shrugged and hugged him back.
"So, master... how about we continue where we stopped?" The younger man asked, slowly slipping a hand inside his lover's robe, running his hand along his side lightly.
"Interesting idea..." Jiyong agreed then licked the shell of Seungri's ear slowly, blowing air against it right after. Buttons of the uniform shirt were getting undone again and really, the boy wearing it wondered why he put it back on.
In a matter of a few minutes, they were having a replay of what they were doing on the couch, except it was against the doorframe, against a wall and ultimately, on the bed. They rolled around on it a bit, lips never leaving each other until Seungri found himself on top of his lover, with the older man's arm around his bare shoulders and his fingers in Seunghyun's hair, raking through it, then grabbing a fistful and pulling at the dark hair lightly.
The younger male moaned as he felt the slight pain in his scalp, which satisfied Jiyong's more sadistic side.
"You sound gorgeous..." The older breathed against his dearest's ear, "... but it would sound better if that damned television was turned off. That blue thing is... annoying."
Seungri, who was unbuckling his belt, looked over at the TV in which Doraemon was going through the dokodemo door. He also caught sight of Daesung hiding behind the couch.
"I need the remote, I'll turn that off."
As if on cue, Daesung turned completely invisible again and brought the remote to the bed and Seungri grabbed it and shut the television down.
"Much better." The master told him as both his hands went down between them to undo the younger boy's pants.
Right after, Seunghyun heard the sound of his pants being unzipped and then felt a hand going inside them. "Oh, fuck." He let the word out before being able to even think about what he might have wanted to say. All his rational thoughts were slowly leaving him as the hand down his pants kept fondling at his private place through his underwear.
"How do you like that?" The older man asked, groping and squeezing lightly, making his darling moan some more before he pulled the pants down.
Seunghyun grunted because the attention he was receiving at 'the right spot' had come to a stop. He looked up at the ceiling ornament and saw Daesung having trouble at going through the ceiling. If he wasn't already dead, he'd totally strangle that sad excuse for a phantom.
To avoid the vampire noticing the ceiling lamp moving, Seungri rolled them around with a fast movement, to have Jiyong over him and looking down at him and not looking up in Daesung's direction. Who knows how he would react to seeing a ghost randomly materializing there?
The older male -who didn't expect the brash move-, smirked down at his boy. "Aggressive tonight, aren't we?" He sounded amused at his usually so submissive lover acting like this.
"Just because I want you." Seunghyun told him. It was hard to keep eye contact, keep up with the words that were said and gesture to tell Daesung to leave the room all at once.
The ghost kept mouthing I can't go through your ceiling now. I CAN'T.
Seungri glared up at the apparition and really wanted to call him all kind of names.
Jiyong frowned and was about to turn to see what caught Seungri's attention but the boy pulled him down by his robe and bit at that still bared shoulder, eliciting a loud groan from his master. As he was working on sucking and licking at the pale skin and making a love-bite, he took advantage of Jiyong's face being against the pillow and made a clear gesture to Daesung but the ghost refused to look down because he could hear the lewd-sounding noises Master Kwon was making against the pillow.
Removing his mouth from his master's skin, Seungri snapped, "Then, go down!"
This time, he found two pairs of dark, undead eyes on him.
"Interesting," The vampire said, "Since when do you give me orders?"
A wind of panic blew in Seunghyun's way. This was something he wanted to tell Daesung, not Master Kwon.
"I... uh.... I'm sorry, master?"
A finger was placed over the boy's lips, shushing him.
"Shh... I know what you want." Jiyong smirked and pulled at the restraint around his waist that was holding his robe on his body. The Prussian blue silk of the robe slid down his body like it was made of water and when it all gathered at his waist, Seunghyun could clearly see that the man wasn't wearing anything under it.
"... Hot damn."
No matter how many times he saw it before, Seungri still couldn't get over how beautiful Kwon Jiyong's body was. His skin was milky and faultless, his body was modest in built and had no evident signs of working out but he was still firm all over. The light from the moon went right through the window and showered Jiyong's body in radiance, emphasizing his gorgeous traits and making Seungri think that this person just stepped out of his dreams.
... But dreams don't do what Jiyong did to him. The older male pulled the blankets over them and disappeared under them.
"... Jiyong!" Seunghyun gasped as he found semi-cold, semi-warm hands and a velvety tongue on his most sensitive place. He clutched at the sheets and gritted his teeth, trying to stifle more moans and grunts that threatened to go pass his lips.
Jiyong was not really the kind to give head since he feared stupid mistakes like choking, or worse, biting. That was why he kept it as a 'mouth assisted hand job'. He liked taking things slowly because he knew it drove his young lover completely insane.
This time, Daesung couldn't handle what he was witnessing. He fainted in front of such explicit behavior and fell down. Seungri's eyes went wide at both the wet warmth on his member and the poltergeist falling right in his direction. The cover would be completely blown if Daesung crashed on the bed...
Luckily enough, the ghost went right through them, the bed and the floor. This was a real relief... but for the next few hours, Daesung was the last of Seunghyun's thoughts.
The next hours were about slow thrusting and retreating movements, about sensual touches that were not to be shared with anyone else, about limbs tangling together, about passion in it's purest form, about breathless moans and whispers of those things lovers say to each other. It was all about sharing feelings that made them both fly so high into ecstasy and crash so hard into the strong love they shared, again and again.
After a long time spent making love so passionately, both men on the bed were spent and still getting down from the high, kissing slowly and appreciating the closeness and warmth between them.
"You're impossible." Jiyong whispered when their lips finally were separated.
Seungri laughed softly, "Says the reason why I won't be able to go to PE class tomorrow."
The vampire's face was adorned with a grin, "Softie."
"Shut up." The teenager answered back, smirking. "'If you let me, I'll show you that I'm no softie."
The other male looked at Seunghyun, raising an eyebrow. He could feel the younger man's hand going down his chest and back up again.
Jiyong let out an amused chuckle and took hold of the hand on his chest. "Maybe another time."
"... why not now?" The teen asked, wondering why his man would refuse him this time. "Give me three good reasons."
"First," The older man said as he sat up, "It's humanly impossible for you to get up again right now."
Seungri grunted. He knew that he could not do that now as in now but would eventually be able to soon enough.
"Second," Jiyong carried on, "You have school tomorrow and I have stuff to get done with before morning. I want you to sleep or you won't wake up tomorrow morning."
Another grunt came from the vampire's side.
"You usually don't mind that." The young man disagreed.
He just continued, disregarding what was just said. "Third. You need to clean this place. Smells like something is dead in here..."
The boy thought about what he learned once in vampire warning conference. They have an extremely sharp sense of smell, probably even better than werewolves. To Seunghyun, it smelled like sweat and sex while Jiyong could probably smell his cologne right from the bottle.
"Well, there is something a little dead in here." Seungri pointed Jiyong.
Looking at the pointing finger, the vampire laughed.
"Nice one. Thing is, I'm not really sure I can smell myself." He said, "Smells like undead in here and it's a real turn-off, baby."
Seunghyun watched as the older male got off of the bed, took his blue robe and put it back on himself.
Jiyong bent over the bed and gave his dear a peck on the lips, "Sleep well, love."
The boy just smiled. That was just how strong his love for Kwon Jiyong was. He could forget just about anything because in the long run, being upset was useless.
"You, t--" Seungri interrupted himself. Vampires don't sleep. "Good night."
The other just laughed at the little slip up, "I love you, my Seungri."
"I love you, too." The younger man replied and covered himself with his sheets, liking how possessive Jiyong sounds when he said his name like this. He also made note to clean those sheets tomorrow, as quick as possible.
Jiyong left the room soon after and Seunghyun was thinking about what kind of excuse he should give mister Im to avoid PE class when he suddenly heard an echoing voice.
"Your MOM smells like undead, too!!"
"... Daesung." The boy in bed sat up, "Of course his mother smells like undead. She's a vampire."
The ghost showed his face from the floor. "... He still hurt my feelings. I don't smell like anything."
Seunghyun raised an eyebrow, "Well, because of that 'anything' smell I'm not getting any more tonight, so, you should hide for a bit."
Daesung rose from the floor till he was able to comfortably sit in the nothingness over the floor. "I'm sorry for being a total cock-blocking ghost, your highness."
The mortal just rolled his eyes at the sarcasm from the apparition before him, "... I'm just saying he can sense you, he can't be fooled for too long."
The door opened and Daesung disappeared again.
"... No, really. Seungri. You seriously worry me." Jiyong showed up, glasses on his nose. "You gotta stop talking to yourself."
The boy just hid under his sheets, "All is fine! I'm just thinking out loud."
"... Okay. Good night." Jiyong left again.
This night, Seungri fell asleep like a baby and Daesung had to get out of the castle for the night to clear his now corrupted mind.
Fandom: Big Bang
Pairing: GRi and mentioned Chaebae for now.
Genre: AU
Rating: NC-17 in this part.
Summary: FUCKING VAMPIRES YO. It's about Lee Seunghyun, regular high school student who lives with his less than average foster father and gets himself stuck in the middle of a thousand year old rivalry.
Warnings: FUCKING VAMPIRES YO. Smut in here. Brainfuck? Appearances of old school YG peeps.
A/N: I don't even know, I started writing this last summer on vacation. You tell me what you think, this is a preview too.
Once again, the auditorium of YG Academy was full of students for another vampire prevention conference. Mister Yang Hyunsuk, the headmaster, had decided that measures had to be taken against the growing threat... to the great displeasure of the students, who have heard those speeches from their headmaster and teachers about a thousand times.
"...They have pale complexion, dark eyes and fangs, as you've probably seen in movies... BUT, the vampires we have been warned against look just like you and I and they blend in the common crowd easier than what we may think... they do NOT only come out at night. Most of the time, they won't attack by day but choose easy targets..."
"... Like I knew she was a vampire, man! She was just a freakin' beautiful girl to me, you know? Everything was alright till she got hungry and showed her fangs... Yeah, students, they can hide those. So, watch out! If it's too good to be true, don't get any close to it... Cuz... ever since, my wife's not sleeping with me... I mean, cuz vampires are dangerous!"
Miss Hwang had given her warnings and Mister Song told the students his story about an encounter with vampires and how this is not something to joke about, even if he was the type to joke around with just about anything. Miss Uhm reminded them that a curfew was necessary and that they should never be alone at night.
"We do not want the Park Bom incident to have a replay, know what I'm sayin'?" Mister Park, the English teacher said once he got his turn at the microphone and took his hat off. There was silence in the whole room at the mention of the former school nurse. "I ain't lettin' it happen to any of you guys, just watch yourselves when I can't."
Then, Headmaster Yang took the microphone and spoke up in a grave sounding tone.
"Students, as you all should know, those creatures are dangerous and you should never ever approach them, no matter how nice they may look... This is why you have to follow obligatory vampire defense classes, taught by Mister Im and Mister Oh. If I hear about students skipping it again, there will be very severe sanctions."
Both mentioned men bowed.
"This closes this conference, students, have a nice day."
The nasal buzz sound of the school's bell echoed in the auditorium and the swarm of students exited through the huge doors. They all headed for their lockers, for club meetings or directly for the exit, to head home to do homework, play videogames or go out for other teenager activities.
... But it wasn't the case for Lee Seunghyun.
"... I'm almost there."
The raven-haired boy was heading toward the gymnasium, to go out of the school by the exit that was there, to avoid the trouble he got into this time. Pushing the door to where the physical education classes were held, he looked left and right with his "panda-like" eyes that used to be such teasing magnets when he was in freshman year.
Mister Im wasn't here and apparently, no sports club was holding a reunion here at this time. It was the perfect time to leave. The young man ran his way to the other side and to the door that lead outside; he pushed it and could almost smell the scent of freedom...
"Where do you think you are going, Lee?"
He could recognize this monotonous tone anywhere, even if it wasn't talking about vectors or algebra.
"OH!" Seunghyun gasped, took a step back, tripped on his own shoelace and fell down on his behind.
The long haired man standing in front of the door just nodded, looking down at him through his checkered frame glasses. "That is my name... though, you did not answer me. Where do you think you are going?"
Shoot.
Seunghyun, still sitting on the floor, rubbed the back of his neck. "... I was heading to your classroom, sir."
"This is what I thought, too." The man said, holding a hand out to him. Seunghyun grumbled a bit before taking the helping hand and following the man to his mathematics and theoretical vampire defense class.
When the door slid shut behind him and sealed his imminent doom, Seunghyun looked at this clock he usually stares at during Mister Oh Jinhwan's mathematics classes and figured that Youngbae must be outside, waiting to pick him up and drive him home... or he left because he was tired of waiting.
Double shoot.
The teacher was sitting on his seat behind his desk and there were two chairs in front of it, with a slow gesture, he indicated his student to sit down. The silent order was executed with a groan from the young man.
"Sir, I promise this is the last time I cut your class! I'll go to detention for the rest of the year if you want... but can we please have this talk tomorrow? I have something important to do tonight, sir."
"You are always in a hurry to get home, are you not?" The teacher shook his head. "No, we're having it now. This is not the usual talk between you and I, we have a guest..."
As if on cue, there was a soft knock on the door.
"You may come in. The door isn't locked." said the teacher.
The door slid open once more and looking at the person standing there, Seunghyun's eyes went three times wider than what they usually are.
The man standing at the entrance was tall and slender, his clothes were particular and noticeable despite their dark colors and there was something about the way he walked that could make anyone feel like moving over to let this graceful being walk by them. He had longish brown hair that was tied in a tight ponytail and his fringe was framing his face a bit but a lot less than the large retro-styled sunglasses he was wearing.
TRIPLE SHOOT.
"... Dad?" He half-choked out the word.
The man smiled, closed his umbrella and removed his sunshades and revealed his face. His eyes were dark and fairly large; he had a fine nose and thin lips. There was also a slightly feminine touch to his traits that added to the attractiveness of his all.
He walked to the teacher's desk without haste in his steps. "I'm sorry I'm late. Traffic."
"It's alright, Mister Lee, I'm glad you came at all." The mathematics teacher said as he rose from his seat to bow courteously at the man and hold out a hand. "I am Oh Jinhwan, your son's mathematics teacher... Please have a seat, sir."
"Kwon," The man corrected, bowing back before shaking the teacher's hand with a gloved hand. "Kwon Jiyong. It's nice to meet you, sir."
They both sat in their respective chairs and this was the moment when mister Jinhwan observed Seunghyun's father a bit. He didn't look like the boy much... He did not look like him at all, actually. He did not look much older than Seunghyun either, he looked about the same age as the students which reminded the mathematics teacher that he was already three decades old... and looking at the man, he decided that even some schoolgirls weren't this cute.
"Alright, mister Kwon," The man behind the desk said, thinking that the fact that they were related and had different last names was a little odd, like everything about them being related, really. "I called you here because of your son... He did not attend the three last Vampire Defense classes."
Jiyong turned to Seunghyun, a frown was quite easy to see on his face. "Oh, really?"
The younger man slouched low in his seat, a small grunt heard from him.
"May I know why you don't go to this class?" The frown was now accompanied by an authoritarian tone.
The boy looked up with a puzzled expression, "Why should I?"
Mister Oh fiddled with his red marking pen a bit before taking Seunghyun's silence as an opportunity to speak, "He says they are, quote him, 'really boring and useless' and says that 'they can bite him for all he cares'. I do agree that this is not the greatest subject of study to some and that it is forced upon the students for a majorly important motive but he has no right to also cut Mister Im's Vampire Fighting class. Seunghyun, those classes are about as important as the knowledge I give you on the subject."
Seunghyun felt the eyes of the parental and educational authority burning through his skull and he wasn't sure if he felt bad about not showing up for class or if he felt bad about the idea of showing up.
"So, Mister Kwon," Jinhwan continued, "Since all that is in my teacher power seem to fail to make him come to class and since I decided to not have mister Yang involved yet, I hoped that you would help me with getting your son to actually have a mark in this subject for this term or I can't guarantee he'll make it to senior year."
"Foster son. A son of my blood would be doing his best, no matter the subject." Jiyong corrected a bit late. "Do not worry, Mister Oh. I will get the message through his thick grounded skull." He said, narrowing his eyes at the young one.
GROUNDED? SHOOT TIMES A MILLION!
Seunghyun whined, "That's not fair!"
"Silence." The father interrupted the childish behavior dryly then turned to the man who summoned him here. "He will be at your next class, sir... if not, you can beat him up in front of the class. That's what teachers did in my time." He said, a small chuckle accompanying his words.
The educator nodded and smiled at the man, understanding the last part of it as a joke. "I will look forward to seeing him there, sir."
There was a long silence between the three men but Jiyong and Jinhwan kept nodding at each other like something was said. Seunghyun did not talk because he was the one who was in trouble and obviously should not speak unless he was spoken to.
"Thank you for informing me, sir." Jiyong suddenly said as he stood up and bowed at the man behind the desk once more before shaking Seunghyun by his shoulder. "Get up."
The boy obeyed and headed for the exit, while his foster father and his teacher were exchanging a few more words.
Seunghyun grumbled and kicked the doorframe, cursing the stupid Vampire Defense classes with his whole soul. He thought it was a class that could just be damned for all he cared and that mister Oh could just go and get f---
"Ey, what did I say about trash language?"
Kwon Jiyong was leaning against the door of which Seunghyun did not notice the opening nor the closure.
Seunghyun puffed his cheeks out and blew the air out dramatically, with a pout to add to the theatrical effect. "Hey, what did I say about reading my thoughts in public?" He answered.
"Ey, it's not often that I am actually able to read them." The older man laughed a bit before putting his sunglasses back on. "Point taken, though."
They walked side by side toward the school's principal entrance. Seunghyun's gaze travelled left and right at the students who were observing him and his 'father'. This was not the first time Jiyong came to the school. It was maybe the third or fourth time since usually, Youngbae was the one who brought Seunghyun back home. Sometimes, he'd give almost anything to know what they think about.
When they got to the car, a fairly old red 1976 Chevrolet Monte Carlo with tinted windows. The paint job has been redone and it looked newer than some models of this year and was definitely working well.
Seunghyun stayed silent on the road, which was out of his habit.
"Seungri," Jiyong started as he drove off.
The younger boy looked up at the use of his nickname and directed his eyes to the other man.
"Next time we're supposed to have dinner together, could you not get in detention?"
"Tell that to Mister Oh." Seungri just sighed, "Besides, it's not like you'd eat the food anyways."
Jiyong snorted, looking out the heavily tinted windshield and waiting for the red light to turn green again. "It's not about the food, Riri... and did you really just think about me biting your teacher?"
"Don't call me Riri, it makes me sound like I'm four." Seungri mumbled, "What if I did? You said it can kill... it would make him stop teaching me how to kill you."
"Baby, he's a good man. He's teaching you how to protect yourself against the vampire threat, vampires like him and I aren't threats, aren't we?" The man with the sunglasses asked as they arrived in front of the gates of a huge mansion that opened a few instants later.
"Yeah, I know, but still, I think that's useless- 'vampires like him', say what?" The young man blinked several times, trying to understand what the other just said.
"Mister Oh is born of a human man and a vampire woman, Seungri. Figured him out when he was trying to read my thoughts, that's why we didn't need to end that conversation verbally." Jiyong announced when he finally got to where the car had to be parked, in an indoor parking lot where many other expensive looking cars were parked. "He got a good control over his powers despite really being only 30."
This actually explained a lot about his teacher but Seunghyun got over this new discovery fast. At the mention of him "really being 30", he remembered that Jiyong was much older than this 21 year old body that was frozen in youth forever. A few millenniums older, actually.
"Am I really grounded, though?" Seungri asked about the topic that was preoccupying him most since the meeting.
Jiyong leaned over toward the passenger seat and gently pressed his lips to Seunghyun's. "That was about as true as me being your father... though you will go to those classes, or else."
This made the boy grin. There were many roles that they had to play when they were together. They were a foster father and foster son when people asked. It wasn't completely false, since Jiyong has been taking care of Seunghyun ever since he was a toddler for his parents had died before he ever got to make a single memory of them. The boy had never had a clue that his foster father was a vampire until he was 12 when he noticed that the man never grew older.
The boy followed him out and into the vast mansion that was their home. Although there were several doors in their way, Jiyong opened them all and held them open for the younger man each time.
What a gentleman.... and the teachers say vampires are scary and evil. Seunghyun thought as they reached the living room, where someone was already sitting. Someone short, with a peculiar hairstyle and particularly baggy clothing.
"Geez," The man on the couch sighed, "Could you at least tell me next time you decide to have a drive in the human world by day?"
Jiyong bowed, "Sorry Youngbae, I wanted to pick Seungri up myself. It's a father thing."
"It's okay, as long as he's back here before it gets dark... " Youngbae just shrugged, "Now, if you'll excuse me. I have to be somewhere."
"The gang is calling?" The vampire asked.
"More like my girl is going to throw a hissy fit if I don't hurry to her. It's a special day for us today." Youngbae explained with a shy smile and picked up his hat from the table next to the couch, "This is why I came in to tell you I can't have any dance or piano sessions with Seungri today. I would have told earlier but you guys disappeared on me and my phone battery is dead."
"It's all good. He has obligations of his own tonight anyways." Jiyong smiled back at the guy. "Say hi to Chaerin for me and tell this woman to visit me at times, I miss her."
"Sure thing, Jiyong." Youngbae put the hat on, got up and headed out. He was still smiling on the way out.
Once the man was out of the room, Jiyong chuckled and sat in that same chair he was sitting in. He found a hair on the cushiony surface and shook his head, "Werewolves, I swear." He chuckled once more.
This, Seunghyun knew. His school's dance teacher Dong Youngbae, Jiyong's best friend, was a werewolf and the leader of a small but respected mob of his kind called the Sun Clan. Among them, he was called Taeyang, as he was their sun and they all revolved around him and depended on him... Seunghyun knew his life partner, too, a charismatic girl in his class by the name of Lee Chaerin. Youngbae called her his "sky" and said it was because the sun means nothing when not in the sky and that didn't sound really right to Seunghyun's mind because being in a woman meant more than just shining to him. He also knew Chaerin probably lead this clan better than Youngbae did... but thinking about this wasn't his priority right now.
"Obligations, master?" Seungri asked in a small voice, wondering what the man meant by that.
Hearing the boy call him this made Jiyong's ears tingle a bit. How fast they had to change 'roles' amazed him sometimes. To anyone from outside this mansion, except Youngbae, Jiyong was Seungri's father while here, he was his master and the boy was his servant. This was how he explained having a human in here. They played the role perfectly but sometimes Jiyong really wished he could hear his own first name from the boy's lips more...
"That's right, Seungri. There is something I want you to do tonight." Jiyong said, putting his sunglasses on the table next to the chair, then, he patted his thigh and indicating the boy to sit here. "Come."
With a faint blush on his face, the lad obeyed and sat on his master's lap, looking down at him. He felt an arm around his waist and gloved fingers tracing the contour of his jaw line. He felt himself blush even more since it wasn't every day that his master got this affectionate with him, only when they were remotely alone in the mansion... It was bound to happen since Jiyong recently sent all the valets on vacation.
Without a word, Seunghyun gently pulled at the glove that covered the hand on his face by the tip of the middle finger and removed it. He felt the fingers on his face again and couldn't repress a shiver from running up and down his body. Jiyong's hand was as cold as a thousand winters and yet, Seunghyun thought his touch was the warmest and most comforting. He kissed the palm of his master's hand before looking into the dark eyes that were looking right back into his own.
Those were the moments Seunghyun liked best. When he and Jiyong could just be as they were without playing a role or caring about what people may think about them. They were lovers, no matter how wrong it may seem to some. Yes, this man represented the parental authority in Seunghyun's life, yes, he was also owned by him and he knew Jiyong was a vampire and yet, he loved him and was ready to give his all for him.
Up until now, Jiyong has just been observing his young lover. Since he couldn't read this one mortal's thoughts most of the time, Jiyong had to make an effort and actually guess what was going on in his head...
This guy had nothing to do with the boy he used to be. Seungri really grew up a lot, changed his way of dressing, changed his hair, worked out and got a boost of confidence from the devil knows where. Jiyong had seen him as a toddler and now, pleasant surprise, Seungri was 18 years old and all man. A really fine-looking man, at that. It made Jiyong feel a bit less guilty for having such a relationship with him even if their age difference still had four digits in it...
Seunghyun slowly leaned down to capture his master's lips in a tender kiss. This reminded Jiyong of the first time when this happened, Seungri was roughly 15 at that time and had kissed Jiyong under mistletoe because of some human tradition he surely heard of on television. It had been an awkward moment at that time but since Seunghyun grew older, had more confidence and more experience, it was absolutely enjoyable.
Hands and lips travelled eagerly on each other's body, the hair ornament that was holding Jiyong's ponytail has gone wherever Seungri threw it, the tie of the student's uniform was undone and so were the buttons of his shirt, the younger man's was on top with a leg on each side of the vampire's lap and Jiyong ran his hands up the strong thighs that were now straddling him and did not stop there...
It went on for moments that were too long and too short at the same time, lips sealed together in heated kisses that were only interrupted by soft whispers of each other's name and "I love you"s that escaped their lips along with other barely audible sounds that expressed what they felt.
Jiyong was about to tell his young lover that they should move to a more convenient location for this private moment but he caught a thought from Seungri that was utterly out of place and somehow, very amusing. He pulled away and leaned back against the chair, smiling.
"How low can you get to avoid having to do your homework?" The vampire asked, an eyebrow going skyward.
Seungri raised an eyebrow right back at him, "What are you talking about?"
"None of this until Miss Hwang's science assignment is not done, is that clear?" Jiyong said and gave him a light pat on his rear end, "Come on, Lazy. Get off of me and go do that homework."
"But..."
"I said get off."
"But..." Seunghyun said for a second time, pressing his hips against Jiyong, not daring to speak what bothered him right now and for once, hoping that the other would read his thoughts...
... Jiyong didn't even need supernatural powers to understand that. Just the feel of the bump in Seungri's pants poking against him was enough. "No literal 'getting off' until you're done with your homework. This is an order."
The boy frowned, then got off of the man and spat a single word. "Killjoy."
"Oh, I like the new nickname." The master said, folding his arms behind his head. "Go to your room. I'll be in mine, working."
"But it'll take me all night!" Seungri complained more.
Jiyong just shrugged, "I will still be awake, anyways. I don't know about you."
The boy remembered something that he had been taught, Vampires don't sleep, they just pretend they do. He almost envied them for that, they had all the time in the world to do whatever they wanted to do without needing to sleep or eat...
"... fine. This is probably goodnight, then?" Seungri said, making the statement sound like a question to see if the other would change his mind about the priority of things.
Jiyong nodded, "Yeah, go do your 'human stuff' and I'll have my sleepless night at doing 'vampire stuff'." He made quotation marks with his fingers, "Goodnight, Seungri."
The sad attempt to make his master do things his way failed miserably and Seungri left the living room with a grunt and some mutter that sounded somewhat like ...'night. and he could have sworn that he heard his lover say something along the lines of Geez, teenagers.
Still grumbling and bothered, Seunghyun slung his school bag over his shoulder and went up the lengthy flight of stairs, holding the ramp unnecessarily tight. He walked down the empty hallway where he passed by many guest rooms that were usually occupied by the mansion's staff. This place didn't get many guests, only Taeyang almost every day or important vampires from this or that place once in a while. Master Kwon seldom organized great receptions to which Seungri couldn't participate for fear that the guests would have him as main course.
There was also another guest that never really left the mansion but Master Kwon didn't know that. No one really did, except for Seungri.
The young man went up another flight of steps, to get to the more isolated hallway where his bedroom was while he was buttoning his shirt up again. He reached the wooden door that hid his room. One hand on the polished doorknob, Seungri looked toward the dimly lit end of the corridor where another staircase was. This flight of stairs led to the door to a very special place: Kwon Jiyong's room.
As a child, he went up those stairs and slept there every night without knowing that his 'father' was only pretending to be asleep next to him. This room sealed important memories for Seungri: his first nightmare, his first sleepless night, hearing his first bedtime story, fighting his fright of the dark, his first 'talk about ladies', his very first kiss, his love confession to Jiyong and the loss of his virginity... Just thinking about it could still make him blush, even if they were now very far from that time.
This room also contained many secrets, even for Seungri, who was allegedly Jiyong's lover. Even if he felt that he knew everything of this vampire, he also felt that he knew near to nothing. He knew the man in there was Kwon Jiyong, about 2000 years old but forever frozen as a 21 year old, a very powerful figure in the world of vampires and part of some sort of royalty or government that makes him extra important. Seungri didn't know much about that. He could ask about it since he knew that Jiyong was probably already in the room thanks to how fast he could move at times.
Though, right now, what mattered was doing his homework and the secrets of his own room.
He turned the knob to his room's door and looked left and right in the room that was pointlessly big for one person... But Seungri wasn't exactly alone in this room.
"Daesung?" He called out after he closed the door behind him but got no answer. "Daaaaaaesung?"
He felt cold air blowing against his nape and he shivered and he turned around in surprise. He saw a hand coming out of the door; it was semi-transparent and glowed a bit in the darkness of Seungri's room.
"Creep!" The young man said. "Come in here before Master sees you!"
"That's the problem, lad." A voice full of echo replied and the hand moved in circles then pointed the boy, "I'm stuck in your door. I sort of need a hand."
"Stuck?" Seunghyun shook his head, "Kang Daesung, you are the lamest ghost in the history of ghosts."
He took the hand that was going through the door, feeling the little pride that was to be had at the fact of being able to actually touch the specter and not go right through him. It wasn't every day that he was able to actually touch Daesung. He put a foot to the door for support.
"At the count of three.... THREE!" At that, Seungri pulled at the arm and pushed against the door with his foot.
A thud was heard against the door, followed by Daesung's complaining. "Ouch!"
The boy in the room blinked and decided to let go and just open the door. "You're insubstantial, how can you hurt yourself against a door?"
"I'd like to see you at it." Daesung replied, pouting.
Kang Daesung was a ghost. He had nothing to do with the floating white blankets on TV, though. He looked like a regular person, just a bit see-through and he was a bit luminescent. He had really small eyes and despite being dead, he always had this bright smile that made Seungri smile, too.
From what Seungri knew, Daesung was from some rich and particular family in his living days. The ghost was never really precise about it but the other knew that he was some kind of magical being that Seungri liked to call 'wizard' for a lack of actual term. He claimed he was a sort of immortal being with magical abilities who has been around for centuries and is supposed to still be physically here. He wasn't really a ghost, more like an impotent materialization of a lost soul. Daesung claimed that he wasn't actually dead and that the reason why he was still on earth was that his soul was separated from his body by magic. He also claimed that his body was preserved somewhere by said curse... It didn't make much sense to Seungri.
Daesung was frozen in his 20 years old appearance forever, like Jiyong was stuck in his early 20s. He was totally ten years old to Seunghyun, which was the only way he could explain why Daesung liked cartoons and other childish things. This ghost didn't really like to talk about the circumstances of his 'demise' since it was still freshly imprinted in his memory and painful to him but he did enjoy telling Seungri about anything else since he was his only friend and the only person he materialized in front of.
Daesung wasn't always good with the powers that being a ghost and a 'wizard' invested him with. He had trouble with going through things or not at the right times, he could get stuck in walls, fail to catch things Seungri threw at him, knock vases down or fall through the floor. He could fall down while flying and actually hit the concrete.
"You're still lame." Seunghyun said and went on the other side of the door to playfully kick the weirdly materialized ghost in the butt.
"WHOA!"The specter yelled as he was kicked. He went right through the door, flew over into Seungri's room and went right through the floor, leaving the human shaking his head and laughing.
Daesung poked his head out of the carpeted floor, then, the rest of his body followed until he was standing in front of Seungri.
"...this wasn't funny." He said, looking at the laughing boy.
The student threw his bag next to his desk and laughed some more, "It was hilarious, actually."
Still laughing, Seunghyun went to his desk and pulled his books out, as well as the eyeglasses case inside which were thick black framed glasses that he only really needed to look smart.
The poltergeist floated his way to his friend, "What are you doing?"
"Thai homework." The boy shook his head when he heard his friend gasp in shock, "....Not. It's science, duh. Help me out."
Daesung's eyes wandered all over the piece of paper that was on the desk. "Periodical table? That's supposed to be complicated?" He blew on the book to change the pages, "You do know you won't learn a thing if I give you the answers, right?"
"I'll study later, I promise. I just want that to be done, so I don't have to deal with the 'Lexy wrath' tomorrow." The younger male explained, even if Miss Hwang's detention was the last thing he cared about at the moment.
The ghost blew icy air, sighing. "... Work for it, Seungri."
"Pleaaaaaaaase." Seunghyun made puppy eyes at him and begged, "I'll even let you use my body for you to practice your powers again."
Last time this happened, Dausung practiced taking control of a living body, using it as his, making it invisible like he is most of the time, making it go through stuff and making it fly... It ended with the young valet Jaekwang sitting on the roof of the mansion and not remembering how he got there.
"... Deal." Daesung said, "Let's get it over with. The answer to A is Lithium, B is Copper, C is Neon.... "
Seungri wrote the answers as fast as he could; quite amazed that Daesung knew the answers like that. Either that ghost was really smart or maybe it was just that Seungri was slower than him because the boy was quite smart himself. Probably another thing undead people could do and he couldn't.
Soon enough, the last part of the homework was done.
"I think I love you, Dae." Seunghyun said, looking at his phantom chum with a smile. He put his pencil case as well as his books and papers. He shot a glance at the clock. 7:05.
Daesung's laughter echoed in the room, "Shut up, we both know you love Master Kwon... and what he was doing to you earlier." He said, waggling his eyebrows.
"Well, I'm sorry I'm an 18 years old male who has a normal set of hormones and is a in a relationship with the hottest man on earth aside myself." Seungri said, mocking him with something that almost sounded like arrogance. "Your ghost of a sex drive wouldn't understand."
"With best friends like you, I don't need enemies. That was low." Daesung said, "I don't miss my 'extra brain', actually, not really having it makes me realize some things... besides, you know I don't understand you. I only like women unlike you since ..."
"... older women and nearly 2000 years old hot vampires are what I like." Seungri chuckled and got off of his chair, heading for the door. "Now if you'll excuse me, the latter is surely waiting for me."
"Save me the details." The ghost said, making a face. "Turn the TV on. I want to watch that Doraemon DVD thing you bought me."
"Sure thing," Seungri said, then went to set the TV and DVD player to play a DVD of the Doraemon box set he had bought for Daesung, since his spirit friend was such a 10 year old. When the clerk had looked at him funnily for buying it, Seungri just said he had a younger relative...
The specter sat in the air, floating in front of the TV and smiling happily as the theme song from his favorite show started. The teenager just smiled at his friend's obvious enthusiasm for the cartoon before opening the door to leave.
"Okay. Seungri, really. What's wrong with you?"
He found himself face to face with his master, who was standing right at the door, in his night robe that was just loosely tied around his body.
"...nothing, master." The boy answered when he had gathered enough strength of mind to remove his stare from Jiyong's pale shoulder that was bared because the robe had slid off of it.
The vampire's eyebrow went up, "... I just heard you laughing. Alone."
"It was because the homework was so easy that it made me laugh." Seungri came up with a lie as fast as he could.
"Is it safe to assume you're done, then?" Jiyong asked.
The student nodded, shooting a glance back to make sure that Daesung was in his invisible state.
The master looked behind his young servant, too. "You prefer watching cartoons over coming to me?"
Master Kwon knew nothing of Daesung's existence since the ghost hid himself to anyone who wasn't Lee Seunghyun because he was very afraid of being kicked out. Seungri liked it better like that because Daesung was not only a friend but also the pet Jiyong never let him have just because he fed on animal blood.
Seunghyun shook his head vehemently and leaned forward to hold the older male in his arms, pressing him close to his body. Jiyong's other eyebrow also went up but then he shrugged and hugged him back.
"So, master... how about we continue where we stopped?" The younger man asked, slowly slipping a hand inside his lover's robe, running his hand along his side lightly.
"Interesting idea..." Jiyong agreed then licked the shell of Seungri's ear slowly, blowing air against it right after. Buttons of the uniform shirt were getting undone again and really, the boy wearing it wondered why he put it back on.
In a matter of a few minutes, they were having a replay of what they were doing on the couch, except it was against the doorframe, against a wall and ultimately, on the bed. They rolled around on it a bit, lips never leaving each other until Seungri found himself on top of his lover, with the older man's arm around his bare shoulders and his fingers in Seunghyun's hair, raking through it, then grabbing a fistful and pulling at the dark hair lightly.
The younger male moaned as he felt the slight pain in his scalp, which satisfied Jiyong's more sadistic side.
"You sound gorgeous..." The older breathed against his dearest's ear, "... but it would sound better if that damned television was turned off. That blue thing is... annoying."
Seungri, who was unbuckling his belt, looked over at the TV in which Doraemon was going through the dokodemo door. He also caught sight of Daesung hiding behind the couch.
"I need the remote, I'll turn that off."
As if on cue, Daesung turned completely invisible again and brought the remote to the bed and Seungri grabbed it and shut the television down.
"Much better." The master told him as both his hands went down between them to undo the younger boy's pants.
Right after, Seunghyun heard the sound of his pants being unzipped and then felt a hand going inside them. "Oh, fuck." He let the word out before being able to even think about what he might have wanted to say. All his rational thoughts were slowly leaving him as the hand down his pants kept fondling at his private place through his underwear.
"How do you like that?" The older man asked, groping and squeezing lightly, making his darling moan some more before he pulled the pants down.
Seunghyun grunted because the attention he was receiving at 'the right spot' had come to a stop. He looked up at the ceiling ornament and saw Daesung having trouble at going through the ceiling. If he wasn't already dead, he'd totally strangle that sad excuse for a phantom.
To avoid the vampire noticing the ceiling lamp moving, Seungri rolled them around with a fast movement, to have Jiyong over him and looking down at him and not looking up in Daesung's direction. Who knows how he would react to seeing a ghost randomly materializing there?
The older male -who didn't expect the brash move-, smirked down at his boy. "Aggressive tonight, aren't we?" He sounded amused at his usually so submissive lover acting like this.
"Just because I want you." Seunghyun told him. It was hard to keep eye contact, keep up with the words that were said and gesture to tell Daesung to leave the room all at once.
The ghost kept mouthing I can't go through your ceiling now. I CAN'T.
Seungri glared up at the apparition and really wanted to call him all kind of names.
Jiyong frowned and was about to turn to see what caught Seungri's attention but the boy pulled him down by his robe and bit at that still bared shoulder, eliciting a loud groan from his master. As he was working on sucking and licking at the pale skin and making a love-bite, he took advantage of Jiyong's face being against the pillow and made a clear gesture to Daesung but the ghost refused to look down because he could hear the lewd-sounding noises Master Kwon was making against the pillow.
Removing his mouth from his master's skin, Seungri snapped, "Then, go down!"
This time, he found two pairs of dark, undead eyes on him.
"Interesting," The vampire said, "Since when do you give me orders?"
A wind of panic blew in Seunghyun's way. This was something he wanted to tell Daesung, not Master Kwon.
"I... uh.... I'm sorry, master?"
A finger was placed over the boy's lips, shushing him.
"Shh... I know what you want." Jiyong smirked and pulled at the restraint around his waist that was holding his robe on his body. The Prussian blue silk of the robe slid down his body like it was made of water and when it all gathered at his waist, Seunghyun could clearly see that the man wasn't wearing anything under it.
"... Hot damn."
No matter how many times he saw it before, Seungri still couldn't get over how beautiful Kwon Jiyong's body was. His skin was milky and faultless, his body was modest in built and had no evident signs of working out but he was still firm all over. The light from the moon went right through the window and showered Jiyong's body in radiance, emphasizing his gorgeous traits and making Seungri think that this person just stepped out of his dreams.
... But dreams don't do what Jiyong did to him. The older male pulled the blankets over them and disappeared under them.
"... Jiyong!" Seunghyun gasped as he found semi-cold, semi-warm hands and a velvety tongue on his most sensitive place. He clutched at the sheets and gritted his teeth, trying to stifle more moans and grunts that threatened to go pass his lips.
Jiyong was not really the kind to give head since he feared stupid mistakes like choking, or worse, biting. That was why he kept it as a 'mouth assisted hand job'. He liked taking things slowly because he knew it drove his young lover completely insane.
This time, Daesung couldn't handle what he was witnessing. He fainted in front of such explicit behavior and fell down. Seungri's eyes went wide at both the wet warmth on his member and the poltergeist falling right in his direction. The cover would be completely blown if Daesung crashed on the bed...
Luckily enough, the ghost went right through them, the bed and the floor. This was a real relief... but for the next few hours, Daesung was the last of Seunghyun's thoughts.
The next hours were about slow thrusting and retreating movements, about sensual touches that were not to be shared with anyone else, about limbs tangling together, about passion in it's purest form, about breathless moans and whispers of those things lovers say to each other. It was all about sharing feelings that made them both fly so high into ecstasy and crash so hard into the strong love they shared, again and again.
After a long time spent making love so passionately, both men on the bed were spent and still getting down from the high, kissing slowly and appreciating the closeness and warmth between them.
"You're impossible." Jiyong whispered when their lips finally were separated.
Seungri laughed softly, "Says the reason why I won't be able to go to PE class tomorrow."
The vampire's face was adorned with a grin, "Softie."
"Shut up." The teenager answered back, smirking. "'If you let me, I'll show you that I'm no softie."
The other male looked at Seunghyun, raising an eyebrow. He could feel the younger man's hand going down his chest and back up again.
Jiyong let out an amused chuckle and took hold of the hand on his chest. "Maybe another time."
"... why not now?" The teen asked, wondering why his man would refuse him this time. "Give me three good reasons."
"First," The older man said as he sat up, "It's humanly impossible for you to get up again right now."
Seungri grunted. He knew that he could not do that now as in now but would eventually be able to soon enough.
"Second," Jiyong carried on, "You have school tomorrow and I have stuff to get done with before morning. I want you to sleep or you won't wake up tomorrow morning."
Another grunt came from the vampire's side.
"You usually don't mind that." The young man disagreed.
He just continued, disregarding what was just said. "Third. You need to clean this place. Smells like something is dead in here..."
The boy thought about what he learned once in vampire warning conference. They have an extremely sharp sense of smell, probably even better than werewolves. To Seunghyun, it smelled like sweat and sex while Jiyong could probably smell his cologne right from the bottle.
"Well, there is something a little dead in here." Seungri pointed Jiyong.
Looking at the pointing finger, the vampire laughed.
"Nice one. Thing is, I'm not really sure I can smell myself." He said, "Smells like undead in here and it's a real turn-off, baby."
Seunghyun watched as the older male got off of the bed, took his blue robe and put it back on himself.
Jiyong bent over the bed and gave his dear a peck on the lips, "Sleep well, love."
The boy just smiled. That was just how strong his love for Kwon Jiyong was. He could forget just about anything because in the long run, being upset was useless.
"You, t--" Seungri interrupted himself. Vampires don't sleep. "Good night."
The other just laughed at the little slip up, "I love you, my Seungri."
"I love you, too." The younger man replied and covered himself with his sheets, liking how possessive Jiyong sounds when he said his name like this. He also made note to clean those sheets tomorrow, as quick as possible.
Jiyong left the room soon after and Seunghyun was thinking about what kind of excuse he should give mister Im to avoid PE class when he suddenly heard an echoing voice.
"Your MOM smells like undead, too!!"
"... Daesung." The boy in bed sat up, "Of course his mother smells like undead. She's a vampire."
The ghost showed his face from the floor. "... He still hurt my feelings. I don't smell like anything."
Seunghyun raised an eyebrow, "Well, because of that 'anything' smell I'm not getting any more tonight, so, you should hide for a bit."
Daesung rose from the floor till he was able to comfortably sit in the nothingness over the floor. "I'm sorry for being a total cock-blocking ghost, your highness."
The mortal just rolled his eyes at the sarcasm from the apparition before him, "... I'm just saying he can sense you, he can't be fooled for too long."
The door opened and Daesung disappeared again.
"... No, really. Seungri. You seriously worry me." Jiyong showed up, glasses on his nose. "You gotta stop talking to yourself."
The boy just hid under his sheets, "All is fine! I'm just thinking out loud."
"... Okay. Good night." Jiyong left again.
This night, Seungri fell asleep like a baby and Daesung had to get out of the castle for the night to clear his now corrupted mind.