Hunger For Your Blood [Part Eight]
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 Eight
Jinki was impressed with how fast Minho was learning. It wouldn't be long before he wouldn't telegraph his moves at all, which was a must if he was going to go up against... him. Still, the other reapers could potentially pose a problem. When Minho was sleeping tonight he'd have to meet with at least one of them.
Minho got a rather heavy kick to the side of his head in. Shows how much attention Jinki was paying at the moment. He flew to the side, barely having time to catch himself, springing off the ground with a grace he had had to train immensely for to possess.
Minho was standing in front of him in no time, but not to attack him once again, he merely looked curious. "How do you take a hit like that? Like it doesn't even phase you?"
"Lots of years of getting the shit beat out of you, not to mention a much higher pain tolerance than the average person. Yours is higher too, maybe higher than mine with enough training. Hunters are supposed to be able to fight the likes of us, only makes sense you have a few traits that are more attuned. That's why we're focusing on your speed. We may be fast, but you have the potential to be faster."
Minho made a noncommittal noise. "I can't deny it's getting much easier to spar with you."
"Think what you'd do with years of training, instead of days. See why he wanted you all dead? You're just as strong as us in your own right. But we don't have years. I've felt some of the others around here, and I'm not so sure they're the nice ones. Looks like we'll get our chance sooner than I'd thought." Whether we're ready or not, he thought to himself. Jinki looked up at the stars, gauging the time. "We've been training for at least six hours, let's call it a day, yeah?"
Minho nodded, rolling his shoulders and starting to walk away before turning back to ask, "Do you sleep?"
"Huh?"
"Do you sleep?"
"Of course... though not for as long as you have to," Jinki wasn't sure where he was going with this.
"Where have you been sleeping?"
Ah. "Here? Usually in a tree or something."
"Isn't that uncomfortable? Or cold?" Of course it was, but Jinki wasn't one to complain, so he merely shrugged. Minho continued. "Well... you still need to take some of my blood tonight and it's pretty cold outside... I guess what I'm trying to say is, do you just want to stay in my room tonight? I guess it's the least I could do since you're training me..."
"Won't your villagers check in on you?"
"No. They think I've gone crazy anyway, with how much I've been disappearing as of late. Just come on, before I change my mind."
"Yes, sir," Jinki smiled.
Once they were both back in Minho's room, Jinki hopped onto the bed with glee. It really sucked sleeping in a tree, even if only for an hour or two, and even with the amazing view of Minho the other hours he wasn't sleeping were still giving him a crick in his neck.
"Actually though, I'm not going to drink your blood for a while."
"What?" Minho asked, stripping off his dirty clothes. "Why?"
"I want to see if the poison is out of my system yet. Only one way to check, just gotta wait and see."
"Sounds pretty stupid, especially if we're going to that fortress of yours in the near future."
Jinki merely shrugged. "I don't like making you more uncomfortable than you already are."
"It isn't painful." Oh I know that, Jinki thought, once again, to himself.
"Why, Minho, it sounds like you want me to bite you," Jinki mused, but not to himself like he had planned. Minho stiffened, then stared darkly towards him. "Forget I said that," Jinki mumbled. "Night!" He said happily, turning towards the window, a grimace now on his face. It was only a few awkward minutes later until Minho finally laid down next to him, but surprised him by pulling him towards him to tuck him into the curve of his own body.
"This bed is too small anyway," Minho grumbled. That was all Jinki got for a goodnight from his hunter. Good enough for him. He was surprised how fast he fell asleep.
Minho, however, could not sleep for a long while. He couldn't help but feel like the two of them had done this before...
A young Minho sat shaking on his bed. He'd been crying for hours, and didn't think he would stop any time soon. His brother was gone, taken, dead from what other people said. His whole family was gone now, and why he was the only one left, he just couldn't understand. His brother had always been the strong one of the two. He should have lived, not Minho.
"Hey," a voice whispered outside his window. He wiped at his eyes, curiously not afraid as he walked toward his window, before he got to it, however, a boy was quickly climbing through it, who looked to be a few years older than he was.
"How did you get up here?"
"It's not that high, I jumped."
"You... jumped?" young Minho asked skeptically, looking out his window and at the hefty drop to the ground below.
"It's Minho, right?" the mysterious boy dressed all in white asked. He nodded, wiping his nose on his sleeve unceremoniously. "That's a real strong name, Minho. Just like you. Mine's Jinki. I'm your guardian angel."
"Is that why you could come through the window? Can you fly?"
"Kind of, but flying isn't my power. Here, look at this," Jinki ushered him over. "You see my eyes?" Minho nodded. "What do they look like to you?"
Minho squinted at him in concentration, then brightened. "A storm! It looks like a lightening storm!"
"That's right! So from now on, whenever you see a storm, or hear thunder in the distance, just know I'm watching over you, okay? I'll never let anything happen to you."
"But my family..."
"You'll see them again, just like I will," Jinki promised, the sadness in his eyes finally becoming apparent to Minho.
"I lost my brother today..."
"I lost my mother today as well, believe me, I understand, I truly do."
"Guardian angels have mothers?"
"Of course we do!" Jinki gushed, going on about his mother for hours and hours until Minho finally began nodding off in the wee hours of the morning. "Do you want me to tuck you in, Minho?"
He shook his head no, but said, "Lay down with me? My brother and I used to sleep together when we were scared or lonely..."
"You'll never have to be either of those things again, I promise, but alright," Jinki said, lying next to Minho, and when he went to snuggle up next to him, he yelped as a jolt of electricity went through him.
"You shocked me!" Minho said, eyes wide.
"Sorry," Jinki laughed. "But you never need to fear my lightening, Minho. I'm going to be protecting you for the rest of your life..." Jinki promised, Minho smiling until he finally drifted off to sleep. When he woke up later that day, Jinki was gone, but he was right. He wasn't so scared or lonely anymore...
Minho woke with a start, looking down at the man curled up in front of him. Even as he looked down with doubt, Jinki hummed something in his sleep before Minho felt a jolt of electricity coursing through him. It didn't hurt, but it was strange. So he hadn't dreamed of the boy with eyes like lightening when he was younger, why had it taken so long for him to connect the two? Because he had been so young? Because he had assumed as he got older he had just dreamed it all? No wonder when he had seen Jinki with his mask off he had seemed familiar... The little liar, he knew who Minho was the whole time.
Minho wasn't so stupid or young anymore. Jinki was a 'god', and the 'gods' had taken his brother. His brother and Jinki's mother had died the same day, and Jinki had purposely sought Minho out that night and kept him 'protected' ever since. He had a feeling Jinki's mother had died trying to save his brother, but he wanted to hear it from Jinki's lips, but if the dream had been real, then he really couldn't hold a grudge against the person who had claimed to be his 'guardian angel'... And a grudge was all the ammunition he had against the lightening reaper...
____________________________
"Here." Woohyun said, dumping Luhan off of his back. "Damn, you're heavy."
"And just for that, I won't be teleporting you back," Luhan snapped. "Where's Jinki?"
"Use your nose, he was here in this clearing today. You'll see him tomorrow and not a second sooner."
"We don't all have freakish senses like you do... I could just look for him..."
"You don't know how far or close we are to him, and you aren't a tracker like I am, like you said less than nicely. You'll teleport us here tomorrow night."
"How do I know he'll be here?"
"They train here every night."
"They?"
"Another hunter. Whether you like it or not, Luhan, this is going to happen. And fast at this rate."
"How is Jinki still alive, anyway?" Luhan asked, grasping Woohyun's upper arm roughly to transport them back. Woohyun shrugged.
"Guess we can ask him tomorrow. You are going to help us, aren't you?"
"For now, we'll see what Jinki has to say, but I'm not opposed at the very least." Before Woohyun could say anything more, Luhan was gone, leaving Woohyun to growl at himself. He hated when Luhan ended conversations like that. The brat. Sighing, he began to walk to Key's room to figure out a way to get Dongwoo back to his room without being noticed.
Luhan appeared in front of him once again. "Already put him in your room, so you're going the wrong way. You're welcome," he sighed, disappearing for hopefully the last time that night.
Woohyun was rubbing his temples in annoyance when he walked into his room to find Zelo all but cornering Dongwoo, asking questions a mile a minute. They both looked up when he growled ominously.
"Woohyunnie! Guess what! My powers don't work on him! Isn't that crazy?? It works fine on you, but not him," Zelo said, smiling at the both of them. Dongwoo was giving him 'please kill me' eyes from behind Zelo, his face quickly going blank with a hint of mild interest when Zelo turned back to him. "He's quiet though."
"Everyone's quiet compared to you," Woohyun stated, his patience already gone.
"Yeah that's true, so how did your trip with Luhan go? I'm still bummed I don't get to see Jinki, you know, he pretty much trained m-" But Woohyun was snapping his fingers and pointing to the door.
"Out."
"Oh, but-"
"Out before I sick my wolves on you, you can't persuade them either." Zelo paled, nodding his head sadly, before turning and hugging Dongwoo goodbye and rushing out of the room.
Woohyun looked just as confused as Dongwoo. "How long had he been talking to you for him to hug you goodbye?"
"Um... about two minutes? I think he'd been waiting in your room so when Luhan teleported me in here... he just kind of bombarded me."
"It's a miracle that kid's still alive. I swear he only got this far with Jinki and Zico on his side."
"For brothers, you guys really don't seem that close."
"We aren't supposed to be, since I can remember the master has been pinning us against each other. It ensures we don't join forces."
"And yet, you don't seem to hate each other that much..."
"That would be Jinki's doing. Ever since his mother's death he's been trying to get us all on the same side. It's... a tentative partnership. A few of us tolerated it better than others. At the very least most of us have at least one brother we're close to."
"You said 'Jinki's mother'. Is your mother still alive? Are you all half brothers with the same father?"
"Look, I've had a very, very tasking day. All I want to do is bed you down for the night, is that too much to ask? I'm known as the fucking crazy one. I don't talk this much, let alone make as much sense as I have been making all day. I need to wind down. So take off your clothes."
_________________________
"We're... we're just going right into it?" Dongwoo asked cautiously.
"Yes. Clothes. Now. Before I rip them off of you." Woohyun said with a blank expression, though his eyes were becoming more crazed by the second.
"But I thought you needed a drug or something...?"
"Not when I have your complete obedience," Woohyun growled in frustration for the umpteenth time that night.
"Okay, okay, just calm the fuck down..." Dongwoo grumbled, pulling his shirt off. He heard more than saw Woohyun's breathy exhale before the god was pushing himself up against him in pleasure.
"With a body like yours you should really have the nickname 'god', not me," Woohyun murmured appreciatively, one hand firmly grasping Dongwoo's ass while his other began fidgeting with the front lacings of his pants. As nervous as Dongwoo was, the way Woohyun was all but worshipping his body really got to him. For some reason he didn't have a hard time getting turned on around this crazy god, that was for sure. When Dongwoo was finally naked, Woohyun stepped back with an expectant, "Well?"
"...what?"
"Undress me. Do I have to do everything?"
"Oh... right," Dongwoo muttered, unzipping the skintight white vest, revealing tight abs. "You must workout..." Dongwoo said awkwardly.
"No, we're just made like this."
"Oh... that's pretty lucky."
"Of course I work out."
"...right."
"Pants too."
"I was getting to them..."
"You better talk less in the sack than you do beforehand," Woohyun said, looking sternly at him and shoving his own pants off, not liking how slow Dongwoo was going.
"Hey, fuck off! You're talking just as much, and I'm nervous..."
"Hit the nail on the head with that virgin comment, didn't I? No worries, this won't hurt," Woohyun promised, shoving Dongwoo onto his knees.
"You must be joking."
"Lying. Not joking, pet," Woohyun argued. "Now be quiet and obedient like you promised."
"I agreed to the obedient part, not the quiet part."
"That's fine, I don't want you quiet anyway," Woohyun agreed, "in fact, I want you to use that pretty little mouth of yours right now."
"Do you want me to bite you, too? Like you did to me last time?" Dongwoo growled, but stopped what else he was going to say when Woohyun was pushing himself into his mouth. His expression read, that was super rude.
"I find that this is the best way to shut someone up, but don't get any funny ideas with that tongue of yours, I'm not cumming in your mouth, no matter how good that feels," Woohyun growled appreciatively, letting Dongwoo go at it for a few more moments before gently pushing him back.
Dongwoo looked up at him uncertainly, making Woohyun groan and pounce on him.
"You know, if you weren't so fucking cute and docile right now, I would have let you top me, I really would have, but those eyes of yours are just begging to be fucked, and it would be rude of me to say no. It's like you just expect me to debauch you, and I have to live up to those expectations..." Woohyun airily whispered, his tongue trailing wet lines along Dongwoo's taught body while his fingers found his entrance. Sucking deeply at his two fingers first to moisten them, he watched Dongwoo's eyes roll back in his head and his eyebrows scrunch up as he shoved both in, maybe not so gently. "Sorry, I'm really bad with virgins," he said, a smiling lilt to his voice, belying his apology.
"It doesn't feel that bad," Dongwoo admitted.
"Oh, well then I'm not trying hard enough," Woohyun replied, though gently started with three fingers, his mouth now roving over Dongwoo's chest, Woohyun biting, but not piercing, each of his nipples. "I could make you cum like this easily, but I want you to cum when I do, hunter, and that might be a while, we'll see how good you are."
Dongwoo barely had the heart to glare before Woohyun was flipping him over onto all fours. "...I've always heard that big talkers cum faster."
"You can say that again after you've been deflowered, virgin," Woohyun promised, slickening himself up with saliva before placing himself at Dongwoo's tight entrance, sucking in the corner of his lip to worry at it before finally deciding to just push in all in one go. Dongwoo cried out, but not in pain, it was more of a shocked, undecided yelp. The noise embarrassed him to no end, however, not that it mattered to Woohyun. "Fuck, you're tight."
"And you talk way too much," Dongwoo panted, groaning when Woohyun did an experimental thrust in and out.
"I bet you can take a hard ride, seems like you have a pretty high pain tolerance, kind of like you were made to bottom, wouldn't you say?"
"Will you just shut up and move already?" his hunter growled back.
"Oh very well," Woohyun sighed, which quickly turned into a moan as he slid in and out as deep as he could. Dongwoo's arms buckled, but he kept his ass up in the air as Woohyun continued to pound into him at a steady, hard pace. "No, here, this will feel better," Woohyun promised, grasping Dongwoo's neck and pulling. Dongwoo ignored the hand, coming up on his own so he was on his knees but his upper half was almost level with Woohyun's, making that cock rub inside him at a different angle, a better one, a much better one, and though he tried to force it back down, a deep moan escaped his lips.
Woohyun growled in return, a throaty chuckle after, as he rubbed his face against the nape of Dongwoo's neck, biting hard at the sensitive skin there. "I know once I bite you, we're both done, so I'm not sure I want to do that yet... but your pulse is so tempting," Woohyun whined, licking at the side of Dongwoo's neck.
"We have all night, don't we? Just do it and get it over with," he said between moans.
"You say that like you aren't excited," Woohyun chastised before turning Dongwoo's head enough to capture his lips in a deep, branding kiss, until a good minute later finally pulling back to sink his fangs into Dongwoo's jugular. They both came in the same instant, Dongwoo from the searing pleasure of Woohyun's bite, and Woohyun from the sensory overload of experiencing Dongwoo's orgasm through his blood, tasting it on his tongue as if he were swallowing the cum himself.
As Woohyun laid heavily over Dongwoo, he muttered, "I am so mad at myself for not trying this years ago." A half hearted grunt beneath him was Dongwoo's only reply to that. Woohyun pushed up enough so that the hunter could flip and face towards him, his eyes half lidded as he looked up at him. "This time we'll have you facing me so I can see those cute expressions of yours and I promise not to talk as much."
"You're such a liar," Dongwoo groaned, but felt the corners of his lips tugging up in a lazy smile as they both got ready for round two.
A/N: Okay, this chapter was wayyyyy too long... but I just had to finish it and post it! There's definitely more romantic feelings on the onho side and more physical feelings on the 2woo side, but bit of both worlds never hurt anyone :P I was going to write AAODs next part but... I don't know... I guess I really just wanted to try 2woo smut out. It was hard for me to write because they're so different from onho at first... And oh my gosh, Woohyun is such a talker! But that's hot in it's own right, I guess I just... wasn't expecting it? Just sort of happened lol Poor Dongwoo, you really don't know what you've gotten yourself into! But at least you seem to be enjoying yourself, no? My gosh, look at me practically talking to myself... I AM tired...
I finally put how Minho knows Jinki. I was wondering when I was going to write that in... here, I suppose. I really should map out chapters and what not, but I'm just such a procrastinator it wouldn't work. I thought that flashback/dream sequence was really cute. I think I just really like writing them as young-ins. Lookit smart Minho connecting all the dots. Can't wait for Jinki to wake up to be hounded by that particular hunter. His mom's story as well as Minho's dead twin's is, I think at least, an interesting one. We'll see if I can type it up that way!
Okay, it's past one am, I need to go to bed already. Goodnight all! No proof reading, like always? (I should seriously just have a warning that always says that on my main page, like a big banner or something... I don't know, I'm sleepy and rambling, I do apologize.)
Love love and night night <3 zzzzz
Lanna
FMS
hit counter