Hunger For Your Blood [Part Six]
Title: Hunger For Your Blood
Pairing: Onho, 2woo
Rating: NC-17
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 Six
Minho sat stiffly on his bed, unsure of what to do. When Jinki came over to sit next to him, he burst out, "Not on the neck this time." Maybe if it wasn't in such an intimate place on his body, it wouldn't feel so good. He didn't want it to feel good, he wanted to be reminded on how this thing was a monster, a killer.
Jinki's already smiling face widened, however, as if he could read Minho's thoughts, but didn't comment on it, instead choosing to say, "Just the wrist then?" Watching Minho's face until he finally nodded in confirmation. Jinki lowered his face to Minho's prone wrist, choosing to go down rather than bring it up to his lips, his face hovering over Minho's lower body. So much for being less intimate.
"Your hands have always been so beautiful," Jinki sighed, nuzzling his face against the right one. Minho tried to pull away but Jinki wouldn't let him, continuing to nuzzle and lick at his fingers and wrist.
"What do you mean by that?" Minho asked guardedly, trying to keep the arousal out of his voice.
"From the first time I saw you with that bow your hands have always intrigued me," Jinki lied easily. Somehow he didn't think now would be a good time to admit he'd practically been stalking the boy his whole life.
"You must have a death wish," Minho grumbled, suppressing a moan as Jinki's velvet soft tongue followed the veins along his forearm.
Jinki chuckled softly. "Only if you're my reaper, Minho," he whispered, biting into his flesh gently.
Minho felt even less pain than last time, and even more aroused, if that was even possible. Must have been because he knew to anticipate what was happening this time. That, and it looked like Jinki was giving him head, and damn if that didn't turn him on too, the noises the god was making against his skin not helping. The slurping sounds, his hot tongue, the moaning, fuck. Now he was picturing Jinki giving him head.
Jinki made almost a purring noise against Minho's wrist, and sucked harder, making Minho's breathing shallower, harsher, and he knew why. He was going to cum. He pushed at Jinki's head, however, and he backed off immediately, though looked upset. Minho almost regretted pushing him away, as did his dick, but there was no way he was going to let that happen. He still had his pants on for crying out loud. That would have just been a mess anyway. So why did he feel so angry at himself?
Jinki mentally cursed at the stubborn hunter. He could taste his arousal through his blood, so why wouldn't he just let go? They could both be having a much better time if he did, he was sure of it, but Jinki understood. He had done terrible things to Minho's village, his family. Just because he had protected him his entire life didn't mean the other bad things went away, not to mention Minho didn't even know Jinki had always been watching over him.
He watched as the hunter regained his senses in disappointment. Here came the boring part.
"So tell me why you wear masks."
"I will, but not here. Let's go out to the woods. Bring your weapons. I'll teach you how a real hunter kills," Jinki replied, slipping out of the second story window to land gracefully on the soft grass, his toes curling into it briefly before he bounded off. When Minho looked out the window though, he could see the god's glowing eyes in the trees, waiting for him. His heart skipped a beat, but was it because of fear... or excitement?
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Dongwoo woke up to someone pulling off his pants, humming as they did. When he tried to stop the person, however, he noticed his hands were tied up, quite well by the experimental tug he gave. His feet were bound as well, and he was pretty sure he was standing now, hard to tell.
"You won't get out of those bonds," the god said, the humor ever in his voice. "Even my brothers can't get out of those bindings. Now let's take these underwear off, shall we?" As much as Dongwoo struggled, all he managed to do was help in removing his clothes. Not that he could see anything anyway, blindfolded as he was. After that task was done, there was no talking for a good while, and he couldn't help but feel like the god was inspecting him, but then he finally spoke. "Hmm, I've changed my mind. The blindfold is no fun, I'd rather see all those cute expressions of yours as I deflower you."
How this thing knew he was still a virgin didn't matter, what mattered was that it wasn't going to happen. "What, no gag?"
"I was debating on it, but your voice is simply too sexy. I'd rather hear you speak, not matter what you're saying."
"So you'd rather hear me speak, see my expressions, but not have me willingly? You don't make any sense."
"Well," the god said with a huff, "I didn't know the third thing was even an option." He looked up with his glowing golden eyes. "Is it an option?"
"It is if you fucking untie me," Dongwoo growled.
The god clicked his tongue and shook his head. "No can do. Not until I can find a drug to slow you down and hide your scent from the others who live here. You're staying in the dungeon until I otherwise decide. You're lucky no one even bothered to scent you when we first saw you but me, little hunter."
Dongwoo stiffened. He knew the term, but didn't know why the god was calling him that. "I'll make you a deal, you don't do... that to me in this place with me tied to the nines, and I won't kill you."
The god tilted his head back, laughing openly. Still chuckling as he looked back at him, he said, "Oh, I like you. I wonder if it's even possible to break your spirit. Oh very well, I won't fuck you in the dungeon, but that means I'm going to have to find a drug asap," he said to himself, then looked back up into Dongwoo's eyes. "Woohyun."
"...huh?"
"It's my name. I figured you should know it so you can scream it out later."
"Uh... alright." But when the god... Woohyun, stared pointedly at him, he did his best to shrug, that being rather impossible with your hands tied over your head. "Mine's Dongwoo."
"I know. Did some research on you while you were asleep. It's very interesting that you're from a village that isn't supposed to exist anymore." Even more so that Jinki is there, alive and well, but he kept that to himself. "But don't worry, I won't out the northerners anytime soon. If I did, it'd look bad on me for not noticing you sooner, that, and if I did fess up about them, I'd have to give you up too, and I just don't want to do that any time soon."
Dongwoo sagged against his restraints in relief. So they were safe, that was good to know, but how much could he trust this god with glowing yellow eyes? "I would give you anything to leave them alone."
"And don't I know it. Don't worry, I plan on using your friends as leverage for a long while. Now, do you remember my name?"
"...Woohyun."
"Good, now try not to forget it during this."
"During wh-" but he couldn't get the words out. The only thing coming out of his mouth were strangled cries as the god sucked eagerly at his cock.
Woohyun pulled back for a brief second, enough to say, "Don't worry about volume, this place is soundproof," before going back to his treat.
Every time Dongwoo would come close to coming, the god would back away, wait a few moments, then go back and start the process all over again. It was excruciating, his entire body straining and sweating from the need to cum. He tried not to think about who was doing it or where he was, just the sensations. If it was going to happen, he mind as well try to enjoy it. Try? Who was he kidding.
Woohyun pulled back once again, a curious lilt to his voice. "This will be a first time for both of us, hunter," he whispered excitedly, placing his mouth just barely over the head of his cock before biting down and piercing his tender flesh. Dongwoo cried out, but not from pain. Not two deep sucks later and he was coming undone in the god's mouth, who remained to suck at him, blood and cum dripping down his chin. After a few more pulls, he slowly pulled away, his eyes half shut in what looked like pleasure.
"Your orgasm tasted amazing, hunter. I didn't know I could taste that through your blood as well... What have I been missing all these years?" Woohyun murmured, using his hand to wipe his chin, then bringing it to his lips to taste it again. Dongwoo was exhausted. It felt like he'd just had multiple orgasms all at one time. Never in his life had he experienced something so good.
He found his voice eventually, though it was raspy as he said, "Why do you keep calling me a hunter?"
"And why didn't you call out my name when you came in my mouth? See. I can ask stupid questions too. Now go to sleep, I need to figure out what to do with you," the god said, his fist slamming into his right temple, knocking him out once again.
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Jinki looked around, feeling as though he were being watched. Not possible. Everyone thought he was dead, and even if they didn't, this place didn't exist to his brothers. He was in the middle of scenting the air when Minho showed up, his scent overpowering all others in Jinki's nose. The eerie feeling was quickly forgotten.
"Well? Are you going to explain about the mask or not?" Minho asked blankly, but Jinki smiled knowingly. Minho had taken so long because he had needed to... blow off steam. Jinki had done the same thing... to the sight of Minho doing it. So he was a peeping tom, big deal. They'd both gotten pleasure out of the situation so what did it matter? And not like it was the first time he'd seen Minho masturbating. Not the first time at all...
"Rigghtttt. We wear masks to hide our faces," Jinki said. "Why else would we wear masks?"
"But why would you have to?"
"Because some of us come from villages. They're taken at a young age and turned, their memories forgotten, but that doesn't stop villagers from realizing they're fighting their own children. It's happened before, and the reaper went insane when they tried to make him remember, so we were forced to kill him."
"Reaper?"
"That's what I call our kind. Though the rest call themselves gods, I know better. We aren't gods any more than we drink blood."
"But.. you do drink blood...," Minho stated. He asks one question and he gets even more confused by the explanation.
"Well, yes, but not for sustenance. The only reason I drink your blood is because it counteracts the poison in my veins. Once that's gone, I don't need to eat anything, let alone drink blood, though I can eat normal food if I feel like it."
"So you aren't gods, you were originally human, and you don't drink blood? Everything we know about you is just mythology?"
"Well, the one who's creating reapers does drink blood, wasn't ever a human, and does consider himself a god. So you aren't completely off."
"So why do you know this, but the other 'reapers' have no memory of where they came from?"
"Because I was born into what I am, not created. My mother was his sister."
"And where is she?"
Jinki's voice deadpanned. "Dead. Just goes to show, you can kill a 'god' and no one is 'immortal'."
Minho's voice steeled as well, "I'm counting on it."
"Well, my little hunter. Want to know how to kill a god?" Jinki whispered, the lightening in his eyes swirling furiously.
A/N: Yeah yeah, I know you all want part 3 of AAOD, but you can wait lol I, the author, wanted to write this story tonight even if none of you care about this story because of the 2woo. Don't hate haha! You all need to stop being so biased! (says the pot to all the kettles xD) But seriously, Onew, my sexy little peeping tom of a lightening god, will you be mine forever? Please? lol I know, I know, I'd have to share him, but I'm okay with that!
One day, you will all love 2woo as much as I do. It's not as strong as my love for onho (but lets face it, nothing will ever be that strong haha), but it's up there. By Joe, it's up there, right along with Joonew! But nothing will take SHINee's place in my heart, it's just about who comes next on the list. And that'd be you, Infinite. Bravo. Oh and sorry, like always, I haven't proof read yet. I be sleepy.
Enjoy! Let me know what you think of reading 2woo so far! And Onew's sexy immortal side!
Lanna
FMS
Pairing: Onho, 2woo
Rating: NC-17
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 Six
Minho sat stiffly on his bed, unsure of what to do. When Jinki came over to sit next to him, he burst out, "Not on the neck this time." Maybe if it wasn't in such an intimate place on his body, it wouldn't feel so good. He didn't want it to feel good, he wanted to be reminded on how this thing was a monster, a killer.
Jinki's already smiling face widened, however, as if he could read Minho's thoughts, but didn't comment on it, instead choosing to say, "Just the wrist then?" Watching Minho's face until he finally nodded in confirmation. Jinki lowered his face to Minho's prone wrist, choosing to go down rather than bring it up to his lips, his face hovering over Minho's lower body. So much for being less intimate.
"Your hands have always been so beautiful," Jinki sighed, nuzzling his face against the right one. Minho tried to pull away but Jinki wouldn't let him, continuing to nuzzle and lick at his fingers and wrist.
"What do you mean by that?" Minho asked guardedly, trying to keep the arousal out of his voice.
"From the first time I saw you with that bow your hands have always intrigued me," Jinki lied easily. Somehow he didn't think now would be a good time to admit he'd practically been stalking the boy his whole life.
"You must have a death wish," Minho grumbled, suppressing a moan as Jinki's velvet soft tongue followed the veins along his forearm.
Jinki chuckled softly. "Only if you're my reaper, Minho," he whispered, biting into his flesh gently.
Minho felt even less pain than last time, and even more aroused, if that was even possible. Must have been because he knew to anticipate what was happening this time. That, and it looked like Jinki was giving him head, and damn if that didn't turn him on too, the noises the god was making against his skin not helping. The slurping sounds, his hot tongue, the moaning, fuck. Now he was picturing Jinki giving him head.
Jinki made almost a purring noise against Minho's wrist, and sucked harder, making Minho's breathing shallower, harsher, and he knew why. He was going to cum. He pushed at Jinki's head, however, and he backed off immediately, though looked upset. Minho almost regretted pushing him away, as did his dick, but there was no way he was going to let that happen. He still had his pants on for crying out loud. That would have just been a mess anyway. So why did he feel so angry at himself?
Jinki mentally cursed at the stubborn hunter. He could taste his arousal through his blood, so why wouldn't he just let go? They could both be having a much better time if he did, he was sure of it, but Jinki understood. He had done terrible things to Minho's village, his family. Just because he had protected him his entire life didn't mean the other bad things went away, not to mention Minho didn't even know Jinki had always been watching over him.
He watched as the hunter regained his senses in disappointment. Here came the boring part.
"So tell me why you wear masks."
"I will, but not here. Let's go out to the woods. Bring your weapons. I'll teach you how a real hunter kills," Jinki replied, slipping out of the second story window to land gracefully on the soft grass, his toes curling into it briefly before he bounded off. When Minho looked out the window though, he could see the god's glowing eyes in the trees, waiting for him. His heart skipped a beat, but was it because of fear... or excitement?
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Dongwoo woke up to someone pulling off his pants, humming as they did. When he tried to stop the person, however, he noticed his hands were tied up, quite well by the experimental tug he gave. His feet were bound as well, and he was pretty sure he was standing now, hard to tell.
"You won't get out of those bonds," the god said, the humor ever in his voice. "Even my brothers can't get out of those bindings. Now let's take these underwear off, shall we?" As much as Dongwoo struggled, all he managed to do was help in removing his clothes. Not that he could see anything anyway, blindfolded as he was. After that task was done, there was no talking for a good while, and he couldn't help but feel like the god was inspecting him, but then he finally spoke. "Hmm, I've changed my mind. The blindfold is no fun, I'd rather see all those cute expressions of yours as I deflower you."
How this thing knew he was still a virgin didn't matter, what mattered was that it wasn't going to happen. "What, no gag?"
"I was debating on it, but your voice is simply too sexy. I'd rather hear you speak, not matter what you're saying."
"So you'd rather hear me speak, see my expressions, but not have me willingly? You don't make any sense."
"Well," the god said with a huff, "I didn't know the third thing was even an option." He looked up with his glowing golden eyes. "Is it an option?"
"It is if you fucking untie me," Dongwoo growled.
The god clicked his tongue and shook his head. "No can do. Not until I can find a drug to slow you down and hide your scent from the others who live here. You're staying in the dungeon until I otherwise decide. You're lucky no one even bothered to scent you when we first saw you but me, little hunter."
Dongwoo stiffened. He knew the term, but didn't know why the god was calling him that. "I'll make you a deal, you don't do... that to me in this place with me tied to the nines, and I won't kill you."
The god tilted his head back, laughing openly. Still chuckling as he looked back at him, he said, "Oh, I like you. I wonder if it's even possible to break your spirit. Oh very well, I won't fuck you in the dungeon, but that means I'm going to have to find a drug asap," he said to himself, then looked back up into Dongwoo's eyes. "Woohyun."
"...huh?"
"It's my name. I figured you should know it so you can scream it out later."
"Uh... alright." But when the god... Woohyun, stared pointedly at him, he did his best to shrug, that being rather impossible with your hands tied over your head. "Mine's Dongwoo."
"I know. Did some research on you while you were asleep. It's very interesting that you're from a village that isn't supposed to exist anymore." Even more so that Jinki is there, alive and well, but he kept that to himself. "But don't worry, I won't out the northerners anytime soon. If I did, it'd look bad on me for not noticing you sooner, that, and if I did fess up about them, I'd have to give you up too, and I just don't want to do that any time soon."
Dongwoo sagged against his restraints in relief. So they were safe, that was good to know, but how much could he trust this god with glowing yellow eyes? "I would give you anything to leave them alone."
"And don't I know it. Don't worry, I plan on using your friends as leverage for a long while. Now, do you remember my name?"
"...Woohyun."
"Good, now try not to forget it during this."
"During wh-" but he couldn't get the words out. The only thing coming out of his mouth were strangled cries as the god sucked eagerly at his cock.
Woohyun pulled back for a brief second, enough to say, "Don't worry about volume, this place is soundproof," before going back to his treat.
Every time Dongwoo would come close to coming, the god would back away, wait a few moments, then go back and start the process all over again. It was excruciating, his entire body straining and sweating from the need to cum. He tried not to think about who was doing it or where he was, just the sensations. If it was going to happen, he mind as well try to enjoy it. Try? Who was he kidding.
Woohyun pulled back once again, a curious lilt to his voice. "This will be a first time for both of us, hunter," he whispered excitedly, placing his mouth just barely over the head of his cock before biting down and piercing his tender flesh. Dongwoo cried out, but not from pain. Not two deep sucks later and he was coming undone in the god's mouth, who remained to suck at him, blood and cum dripping down his chin. After a few more pulls, he slowly pulled away, his eyes half shut in what looked like pleasure.
"Your orgasm tasted amazing, hunter. I didn't know I could taste that through your blood as well... What have I been missing all these years?" Woohyun murmured, using his hand to wipe his chin, then bringing it to his lips to taste it again. Dongwoo was exhausted. It felt like he'd just had multiple orgasms all at one time. Never in his life had he experienced something so good.
He found his voice eventually, though it was raspy as he said, "Why do you keep calling me a hunter?"
"And why didn't you call out my name when you came in my mouth? See. I can ask stupid questions too. Now go to sleep, I need to figure out what to do with you," the god said, his fist slamming into his right temple, knocking him out once again.
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Jinki looked around, feeling as though he were being watched. Not possible. Everyone thought he was dead, and even if they didn't, this place didn't exist to his brothers. He was in the middle of scenting the air when Minho showed up, his scent overpowering all others in Jinki's nose. The eerie feeling was quickly forgotten.
"Well? Are you going to explain about the mask or not?" Minho asked blankly, but Jinki smiled knowingly. Minho had taken so long because he had needed to... blow off steam. Jinki had done the same thing... to the sight of Minho doing it. So he was a peeping tom, big deal. They'd both gotten pleasure out of the situation so what did it matter? And not like it was the first time he'd seen Minho masturbating. Not the first time at all...
"Rigghtttt. We wear masks to hide our faces," Jinki said. "Why else would we wear masks?"
"But why would you have to?"
"Because some of us come from villages. They're taken at a young age and turned, their memories forgotten, but that doesn't stop villagers from realizing they're fighting their own children. It's happened before, and the reaper went insane when they tried to make him remember, so we were forced to kill him."
"Reaper?"
"That's what I call our kind. Though the rest call themselves gods, I know better. We aren't gods any more than we drink blood."
"But.. you do drink blood...," Minho stated. He asks one question and he gets even more confused by the explanation.
"Well, yes, but not for sustenance. The only reason I drink your blood is because it counteracts the poison in my veins. Once that's gone, I don't need to eat anything, let alone drink blood, though I can eat normal food if I feel like it."
"So you aren't gods, you were originally human, and you don't drink blood? Everything we know about you is just mythology?"
"Well, the one who's creating reapers does drink blood, wasn't ever a human, and does consider himself a god. So you aren't completely off."
"So why do you know this, but the other 'reapers' have no memory of where they came from?"
"Because I was born into what I am, not created. My mother was his sister."
"And where is she?"
Jinki's voice deadpanned. "Dead. Just goes to show, you can kill a 'god' and no one is 'immortal'."
Minho's voice steeled as well, "I'm counting on it."
"Well, my little hunter. Want to know how to kill a god?" Jinki whispered, the lightening in his eyes swirling furiously.
A/N: Yeah yeah, I know you all want part 3 of AAOD, but you can wait lol I, the author, wanted to write this story tonight even if none of you care about this story because of the 2woo. Don't hate haha! You all need to stop being so biased! (says the pot to all the kettles xD) But seriously, Onew, my sexy little peeping tom of a lightening god, will you be mine forever? Please? lol I know, I know, I'd have to share him, but I'm okay with that!
One day, you will all love 2woo as much as I do. It's not as strong as my love for onho (but lets face it, nothing will ever be that strong haha), but it's up there. By Joe, it's up there, right along with Joonew! But nothing will take SHINee's place in my heart, it's just about who comes next on the list. And that'd be you, Infinite. Bravo. Oh and sorry, like always, I haven't proof read yet. I be sleepy.
Enjoy! Let me know what you think of reading 2woo so far! And Onew's sexy immortal side!
Lanna
FMS