Hunger For Your Blood [Part Five]
Title: Hunger For Your Blood
Pairing: Onho, 2woo
Rating: PG-15
Genre: AU, power/god/vamp, smut, action
Summary: It's impossible to describe them, mostly because they only come at night and wear demonic half masks that hide the tops of their faces, but really because no one knows what they are or where they came from. Much faster than humans, these masked killers had been plaguing villages since the dawn of time. To humans, they were called gods. Creatures that feast on blood with immense powers that raid, capture, and kill anything in their path. They had even killed his twin brother. Why they had let him live was irrelevant. For their error, he would slay them all. He would hunt the gods until every last one of them perished. Only then would the blood in his veins be satisfied, even as his fingers longed to play with the god of lightening.
Part Five
The blood flowing over Woohyun's tongue was like nothing he'd ever tasted before. Rich, sweet, dark, heady. Nothing like the putrid blood his master force fed them, and nothing like the sour taste of fear humans usually carried in their veins. If this boy was scared, he sure didn't taste it. Never had he enjoyed drinking like this, so much so in fact that his hand resting over the brave human's now erect cock was forgotten, as was everything else, until a strong grip in his hair was pulling his head away from his newly found jugular orgasm on tap.
The human had tore him away by sheer force, his neck a mess of gore from Woohyun refusing to relinquish his teeth from flesh willingly. If the boy wouldn't have stopped him, he probably would have drank him to death, which had never even seemed a possibility before. Interesting. Humans considered the gods to be blood drinkers, that they survived off it. It was a myth, though true at the same time, but only in one aspect. They didn't actually need blood to survive, not human blood at least, but it was fun to mess with the silly humans sometimes. One more reason for them to fear and worship them. Though most of his brothers found the idea of sucking vein sick, Woohyun enjoyed it, if only because it tied him closer to his pets and made them fear him more.
No one, however, had ever been able to stop him from doing something when it was set firmly in his mind to do so. Humans simply weren't strong enough. They didn't taste this good, either. Woohyun could add two and two together, and what he figured he did have on his hands wasn't a human at all, at least not entirely. This pet was brave, strong, and tasty, not to mention a rare delicacy, and bless the little thing's heart, that was a winning combination as far as Woohyun was concerned.
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Dongwoo held his heavily bleeding neck in on hand, his other reaching around him for a weapon, mentally sighing when he felt something firm beside him. Easily breaking the table leg off, he swung out at the god before him, who easily dodged his attack and even had the nerve to look amused. Well he wouldn't be amused much longer. Dongwoo was nobody's play thing, even if his happy go lucky attitude said otherwise. He would accept torture and even death, but not this. This was simply degrading, even if what the god had been doing felt better than anything he'd ever experienced pleasure wise.
"That table leg you just so easily broke off with one hand is made of dogwood. Does that have any meaning to you, whatsoever?" Woohyun asked, his voice, and smirk, showing he was still amused.
"What, you trying to tell me it was your pet or something? Forgive me for not caring," Dongwoo growled, standing up and lunging at him once again, his slice through the air narrowly missing the god's chest. Before he could make another such attempt, however, his vision blanked out for a second, then came back, if a little foggy. Great, he was going to pass out from loss of blood. As his fingers involuntarily let go of his makeshift weapon, he felt the world tilt as he dropped like a rock, already passing out before Woohyun jumped to catch him.
The boy was limp in his arms as he positioned him over the furs more comfortably, looking down at his mess of a neck. He steeled himself to find some form a self control that he usually didn't care to use, lowering his mouth to the boy's throat once again. Instead of drinking, however, his tongue lashed out over the wound over and over, until he was satisfied with the healing process his saliva induced.
"Wake up soon, my little hunter, I want to play with you some more."
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The god had kept true to his word, appearing in Minho's room a little after midnight. When he had finally made it back to the village earlier that day, it was to disappointment. No one had been saved in the last raid. However, since the lightening god had been absent, some of the villagers were still alive but refusing to leave their burned down homes, opting instead to build again. Minho couldn't help but think that was a stupid decision. The gods were killing people now, and just because they didn't have a means to dispose of everyone quickly at one time, it didn't mean they wouldn't kill them when they did.
Looking at the man who was dangling his feet playfully over the window ledge, it was hard to imagine this vision in white had ever killed a person, let alone whole villages. The slight smile that played along his lips as he caressed Minho's soft curtains didn't help the picture of innocence in Minho's mind, but he tried his best to shake it off. Just because he hadn't seen the demon kill, didn't mean he wasn't responsible. Everyone in the village feared this god the most, for crying out loud. How would they feel if they knew he was in the village right at this very moment?
Lee Jinki, god of lightening, was in his room playing with his curtains. He couldn't help but smile a little at that thought, though schooled his features when said god looked over at him and asked, "So what's it gonna be? Do we have a deal? Or do I need to burn this place to the ground?"
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Jinki was bluffing, and if Minho knew anything about him, it would have been obvious. Jinki hated killing more than he hated his master, and that was saying something, but when he would refuse, he would be punished insurmountably. It had happened on more than one occasion. The only reason he had gone along with their master's orders this long was because he needed to stay alive for his revenge, but now he had a way to do so without killing anyone but the one creature he truly wanted to destroy. But Minho didn't know anything about him, which would work to his advantage.
His hunter merely nodded, the soft expression in his eyes hardening to stone, glowing slightly in the dark room. Jinki briefly wondered if anyone had ever noticed that about Minho, but if they did, it was doubtful anyone would say anything. Humans were ignorant cowards. "I will only agree after you do something for me," Minho stated. Jinki tilted his head, as if pondering this.
"And what would that be?"
"My friend, Dongwoo, came up against four of your... friends... a few days ago. As much as everyone tells me he is dead, I can't help but shake the feeling that he isn't. Dongwoo isn't originally from the Northern tribes, in fact, we found him wandering in the woods bloody and shell shocked only a few years back. We began training around the same time and though he isn't as good with a bow, he's more skilled than I am with daggers and hand to hand combat. I want you to find out what his fate was, and if he is dead, bring back what remains of him so that we may bury him."
"What do you think I am, god of the hunt?" Jinki mumbled, then stopped as an idea popped into his head. "Would one of the four gods you happened to mention be the very one I just spoke of?" When Minho nodded, he laughed. "Then I wouldn't worry about your friend for a few weeks. Woohyun likes to keep those that oppose him on the battlefield to play with. Though if you want him back, alive and sane, we'll need to train you faster than I had anticipated."
"I owe him for something, so if I can, I will save him," Minho vowed.
"Fair enough, but before we get into that snore fest, how about I get my daily dose, hmm?"
A/N: It's been a while, I know. I can only blame life. I have this weekend off for my birthday so I might have some more stuff up in the next few days. Might. Sadly, life has a way of taking your plans and shoving them out a fifty story high window. So we'll see how updates go during this busy time of year. Next chapter should be fairly insightful for you all though, so look forward to it. Smut? Yeah, it'll get here eventually, don't you worry. We will all quickly discover Minho's a pushover when it comes to creamy supple thighs and Dongwoo doesn't stand a chance with the perverse Woohyun lol
So how the fuck is everybody?? Jeeze I feel like I haven't talked to you guys in YEARS! T.T
Lanna
FMS
P.S. Perhaps a oneshot in the near future. I'm craving something smutty and fast paced lol, if it turns into a chaptered fic is up to you guys!
Pairing: Onho, 2woo
Rating: PG-15
Genre: AU, power/god/vamp, smut, action
Summary: It's impossible to describe them, mostly because they only come at night and wear demonic half masks that hide the tops of their faces, but really because no one knows what they are or where they came from. Much faster than humans, these masked killers had been plaguing villages since the dawn of time. To humans, they were called gods. Creatures that feast on blood with immense powers that raid, capture, and kill anything in their path. They had even killed his twin brother. Why they had let him live was irrelevant. For their error, he would slay them all. He would hunt the gods until every last one of them perished. Only then would the blood in his veins be satisfied, even as his fingers longed to play with the god of lightening.
Part Five
The blood flowing over Woohyun's tongue was like nothing he'd ever tasted before. Rich, sweet, dark, heady. Nothing like the putrid blood his master force fed them, and nothing like the sour taste of fear humans usually carried in their veins. If this boy was scared, he sure didn't taste it. Never had he enjoyed drinking like this, so much so in fact that his hand resting over the brave human's now erect cock was forgotten, as was everything else, until a strong grip in his hair was pulling his head away from his newly found jugular orgasm on tap.
The human had tore him away by sheer force, his neck a mess of gore from Woohyun refusing to relinquish his teeth from flesh willingly. If the boy wouldn't have stopped him, he probably would have drank him to death, which had never even seemed a possibility before. Interesting. Humans considered the gods to be blood drinkers, that they survived off it. It was a myth, though true at the same time, but only in one aspect. They didn't actually need blood to survive, not human blood at least, but it was fun to mess with the silly humans sometimes. One more reason for them to fear and worship them. Though most of his brothers found the idea of sucking vein sick, Woohyun enjoyed it, if only because it tied him closer to his pets and made them fear him more.
No one, however, had ever been able to stop him from doing something when it was set firmly in his mind to do so. Humans simply weren't strong enough. They didn't taste this good, either. Woohyun could add two and two together, and what he figured he did have on his hands wasn't a human at all, at least not entirely. This pet was brave, strong, and tasty, not to mention a rare delicacy, and bless the little thing's heart, that was a winning combination as far as Woohyun was concerned.
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Dongwoo held his heavily bleeding neck in on hand, his other reaching around him for a weapon, mentally sighing when he felt something firm beside him. Easily breaking the table leg off, he swung out at the god before him, who easily dodged his attack and even had the nerve to look amused. Well he wouldn't be amused much longer. Dongwoo was nobody's play thing, even if his happy go lucky attitude said otherwise. He would accept torture and even death, but not this. This was simply degrading, even if what the god had been doing felt better than anything he'd ever experienced pleasure wise.
"That table leg you just so easily broke off with one hand is made of dogwood. Does that have any meaning to you, whatsoever?" Woohyun asked, his voice, and smirk, showing he was still amused.
"What, you trying to tell me it was your pet or something? Forgive me for not caring," Dongwoo growled, standing up and lunging at him once again, his slice through the air narrowly missing the god's chest. Before he could make another such attempt, however, his vision blanked out for a second, then came back, if a little foggy. Great, he was going to pass out from loss of blood. As his fingers involuntarily let go of his makeshift weapon, he felt the world tilt as he dropped like a rock, already passing out before Woohyun jumped to catch him.
The boy was limp in his arms as he positioned him over the furs more comfortably, looking down at his mess of a neck. He steeled himself to find some form a self control that he usually didn't care to use, lowering his mouth to the boy's throat once again. Instead of drinking, however, his tongue lashed out over the wound over and over, until he was satisfied with the healing process his saliva induced.
"Wake up soon, my little hunter, I want to play with you some more."
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The god had kept true to his word, appearing in Minho's room a little after midnight. When he had finally made it back to the village earlier that day, it was to disappointment. No one had been saved in the last raid. However, since the lightening god had been absent, some of the villagers were still alive but refusing to leave their burned down homes, opting instead to build again. Minho couldn't help but think that was a stupid decision. The gods were killing people now, and just because they didn't have a means to dispose of everyone quickly at one time, it didn't mean they wouldn't kill them when they did.
Looking at the man who was dangling his feet playfully over the window ledge, it was hard to imagine this vision in white had ever killed a person, let alone whole villages. The slight smile that played along his lips as he caressed Minho's soft curtains didn't help the picture of innocence in Minho's mind, but he tried his best to shake it off. Just because he hadn't seen the demon kill, didn't mean he wasn't responsible. Everyone in the village feared this god the most, for crying out loud. How would they feel if they knew he was in the village right at this very moment?
Lee Jinki, god of lightening, was in his room playing with his curtains. He couldn't help but smile a little at that thought, though schooled his features when said god looked over at him and asked, "So what's it gonna be? Do we have a deal? Or do I need to burn this place to the ground?"
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Jinki was bluffing, and if Minho knew anything about him, it would have been obvious. Jinki hated killing more than he hated his master, and that was saying something, but when he would refuse, he would be punished insurmountably. It had happened on more than one occasion. The only reason he had gone along with their master's orders this long was because he needed to stay alive for his revenge, but now he had a way to do so without killing anyone but the one creature he truly wanted to destroy. But Minho didn't know anything about him, which would work to his advantage.
His hunter merely nodded, the soft expression in his eyes hardening to stone, glowing slightly in the dark room. Jinki briefly wondered if anyone had ever noticed that about Minho, but if they did, it was doubtful anyone would say anything. Humans were ignorant cowards. "I will only agree after you do something for me," Minho stated. Jinki tilted his head, as if pondering this.
"And what would that be?"
"My friend, Dongwoo, came up against four of your... friends... a few days ago. As much as everyone tells me he is dead, I can't help but shake the feeling that he isn't. Dongwoo isn't originally from the Northern tribes, in fact, we found him wandering in the woods bloody and shell shocked only a few years back. We began training around the same time and though he isn't as good with a bow, he's more skilled than I am with daggers and hand to hand combat. I want you to find out what his fate was, and if he is dead, bring back what remains of him so that we may bury him."
"What do you think I am, god of the hunt?" Jinki mumbled, then stopped as an idea popped into his head. "Would one of the four gods you happened to mention be the very one I just spoke of?" When Minho nodded, he laughed. "Then I wouldn't worry about your friend for a few weeks. Woohyun likes to keep those that oppose him on the battlefield to play with. Though if you want him back, alive and sane, we'll need to train you faster than I had anticipated."
"I owe him for something, so if I can, I will save him," Minho vowed.
"Fair enough, but before we get into that snore fest, how about I get my daily dose, hmm?"
A/N: It's been a while, I know. I can only blame life. I have this weekend off for my birthday so I might have some more stuff up in the next few days. Might. Sadly, life has a way of taking your plans and shoving them out a fifty story high window. So we'll see how updates go during this busy time of year. Next chapter should be fairly insightful for you all though, so look forward to it. Smut? Yeah, it'll get here eventually, don't you worry. We will all quickly discover Minho's a pushover when it comes to creamy supple thighs and Dongwoo doesn't stand a chance with the perverse Woohyun lol
So how the fuck is everybody?? Jeeze I feel like I haven't talked to you guys in YEARS! T.T
Lanna
FMS
P.S. Perhaps a oneshot in the near future. I'm craving something smutty and fast paced lol, if it turns into a chaptered fic is up to you guys!