I get a kick out of you

[kojafras]

Chanyeol/Sehun, 3747
Warning: Self-harm

Chanyeol evades death and Sehun isn't pleased.


"Got you."

Chanyeol's blood runs cold. He sucks in a shaking breath as an ice-cold fingertip skims across his neck and tries to process the fact that he's about to die.

He's heard the warnings-who hasn't-but shook them off. Chanyeol works night shifts as a sexy fast food drive thru voice to pay off ridiculously large student loans, and doesn't have the time for fear. He has to walk most of the way home at a quarter past three when he's dead on his feet. He's done it for months now and never come across any trouble. In fact, he's more likely to be mugged than attacked by a vampire.

But here he is.

"God, please," he begs, close to tears as the creature hovering behind him tightens the grip on his throat. "Just make it quick."

"We shall see," is the reply. It's offhand, said in an almost bored tone, and if Chanyeol wasn't close to tears he might've been a tad affronted.

The vampire leans forward and Chanyeol closes his eyes as thin lips press against his neck and then-

Nothing.

Chanyeol frowns.

"Fuck," the creature curses under its breath, pulling away and then diving forward again, snarling.

Chanyeol tries not to giggle. It tickles. It's as though a toothless baby is trying to gnaw on his jugular. He straightens to his full height and turns his head slightly to meet the eyes of his attempted-he supposes-murderer. "You, um, alright there?"

"Fuck off," the vampire hisses, looking away and wiping the spit from his chin with the back of his hand.

Chanyeol wrings his hands, turning and squinting to make out the features of the creature. Now that the fear has mostly abated, he's left feeling terribly curious. He's never seen one up close before, and Chanyeol's all about making the most of an opportunity.

The vampire looks remarkably ordinary, about the same height as Chanyeol with mousy brown hair, dressed in an oversized hoodie and khaki shorts. It's absolutely freezing outside, but Chanyeol guesses that this creature-boy doesn't feel it. "Does this, um, happen to you often?"

"Does what happen to me often?" The boy spits.

"Impotence."

"I am going to kill you!" The boy shouts, flinging himself onto Chanyeol, wrapping his legs round his waist and his arms around his neck. "I'm going to rip you limb from limb and then tear through your flesh with my teeth and it will be incredibly gory."

Sensitive, Chanyeol notes, squirming slightly as the sneaker resting on his thigh moves upwards a bit. He blinks and realizes that the boy really isn't that heavy. It's like he's wearing a human backpack. Except it's only about a hundred pounds and it's a vampire. "Well," he starts conversationally, "how about we head back to my place so that my pieces are easier to clean up, hmm?"

He waits for a minute, then starts forward when he feels a hesitant nod against his collarbone. His apartment is only a couple blocks away, so it's really no problem to carry the boy there. Chanyeol opens the main doors without issue, but feels the vampire stiffen against his back. He slowly climbs the stairs to his floor, brushing aside a skinny calf to reach inside his pocket and pull out his keys. As soon as he has the door closed behind them, the vampire flies off his back and slumps against the wall.

"Oh my god, I'm gonna throw up," he moans, looking distinctly pale. Chanyeol almost wants to say deathly pale. Badum tss.

He watches as the thin vampire continues to moan, curling up on the floor. “Are you okay?”

“No, so hurry up!”

“Hurry up with what?”

The vampire gives a long-suffering sigh. “Invite me in!”

“Oh, um,” Chanyeol mumbles, looking around his dingy apartment, “welcome to my house?”

The boy jumps up. “That will suffice.” He brushes himself off and cranes his head around the corner, making a small noise of surprise when he finds the kitchen.

“Right, I’ll leave you to that, then.” Chanyeol sheds his heavy coat and toes off his shoes, dragging himself into the bedroom. He leaves his clothes in a pile by the end of the bed and pulls on an oversized sweater in lieu of pajamas. He almost falls asleep halfway through brushing his teeth, but miraculously perseveres and rewards himself by falling onto his mattress, swaddling himself in blankets that need to be washed but he keeps forgetting.

“Hey.”

Chanyeol opens his eyes and starts, having completely forgotten about the vampire who is now sitting a few feet away. He frees an arm and fumbles for the lamp beside his bed. It does little to help, just accentuates the vampire’s angular features and scarlet irises, blown pupils trained on Chanyeol.

“What, you just forgot that you had a vampire in your home?”

Chanyeol nods before he can think of an appropriate response.

The vampire rolls his eyes. “Humans. It’s your own fault that we see you as prey. Now, roll over. I will not leave until I have you drained and lifeless.”

Chanyeol complies, rolling onto his side. He’s been working since he woke up just before noon. He’s exhausted and ready to sleep for a few measly hours until he has to wake up and repeat everything, newspaper on hand so he can job hunt during the early morning lull. When the useless gnawing begins once more, Chanyeol muffles a whine. He just wants to sleep. The fruitless sucking and nibbling goes on for entirely too long, until Chanyeol tries to wrench himself away.

“Stop resisting.”

“I’m not,” Chanyeol protests, pawing the vampire away. Once free, he sits up. “This is just sad. If anything, I’m just going to end up with a huge hickey.” The vampire huffs in response, and is that a pout? Chanyeol sighs and looks at the kid. He’s just skin and bones.

“I am trying!” The vampire argues. “I can’t go back like this again. Jongin will laugh at me. Let me try again. One last shot, I think I feel one of my canines getting sharper.”

“No.” Chanyeol watches as the vampire deflates and a pang of sympathy hits him square in the gut. “Follow me.” He groans as he pulls himself up, waddling into the kitchen and flicking on the main light as he enters. He doesn’t hear anything behind him, but when he turns, there is the vampire, eyes narrowed. Chanyeol nods to himself and turns to his knife block, grabbing one of the steak knives. It’ll do the job.

“What are you-” the vampire sucks in a breath as Chanyeol holds the knife against his forearm and drags it across his skin swiftly, hissing.

Chanyeol drops the knife on the counter, frowning at the wound. Damn. It was deeper than he’d meant to make it, blood already trailing down his arm. Oh well. “Here.” He offers his arm to the perpetually miffed vampire, trying not to notice as his arm trembles mid-air. Chanyeol’s never been a fan of blood. Or pain. Honestly he doesn’t know what he was thinking. The regret is strong. “Come on.”

The vampire narrows his eyes. “Are you looking down on me?” He spits. “I refuse if this is an act of pity.”

“Oh my god,” Chanyeol groans, “I’m going to die of blood loss. Hurry up.”

The vampire’s eyes trail down to his still-bleeding arm and he steps forward, eyes on Chanyeol in case he makes any sudden movements. Chanyeol stays as still as he can as the vampire nears, holds his arm in a vice-like grip, then lowers his mouth onto Chanyeol’s forearm. It’s a quiet affair, and before long Chanyeol finds himself falling asleep to the oddly calming sensation.

He’s woken by a firm tap to his wrist, and he looks down to catch the vampire licking reddened lips, eyes maybe a little bit brighter. Chanyeol feels a little pleased with himself, and glances at his arm to see how much damage control he has to do. He gapes. His skin is unmarred, smooth, and showing no signs of having been wounded in the first place. Chanyeol looks to the vampire for an answer.

“What? I am still a vampire. I have the same abilities as my brethren,” he snaps instead of offering an explanation. “I am leaving now. I’ve gotten what I came for.”

Chanyeol watches, absentmindedly holding his arm as the vampire gives him one last once-over before he disappears altogether. The curtains billow from a chilling breeze brought in by a previously unopened window and Chanyeol shivers. He closes it quickly, glancing down into the streets, but sees nothing.

He goes to sleep feeling confused and exhausted.

The vampire doesn’t visit again.

Is what Chanyeol thought would happen. But instead, the creature does make a reappearance, but not for a couple weeks.

Chanyeol arrives home at an absurdly early hour as usual, miraculously removing his jacket without getting his his hands tangled, and slips off his shoes before jumping out of his skin when he steps into the living room. “Jesus! Why didn’t you say anything?” He almost shouts, clutching his chest. “You almost killed me!”

“That would be a first,” the vampire mumbles, slumping into one of Chanyeol’s lounge chairs.

“Um, is something,” Chanyeol trips on uneven floorboards and goes sprawling onto the floor. He flips onto his back and lays there, staring up at the disgruntled vampire, “wrong?”

“I'm so hungry,” the boy whines, sounding more like a toddler than a bloodthirsty predator Chanyeol’s been constantly warned about since he was young. “I haven’t fed in weeks and I feel like I am going to die.” The boy frowns and amends his statement, “again.”

“Weeks?” Chanyeol repeats. "You saw me a few weeks ago." The vampire nods, looking at him as if he was an idiot. “The last time you fed was me?”

The vampire nods slowly, looking away. “I tried. A couple of times. Nothing. They didn’t see my face, I knocked them out and left them. No need to worry, others came to their aid. You humans are good at looking after your kind.”

Chanyeol bites his lip and plays with the fraying stands of carpet. “You can take your shoes off if you want. Mi casa es su casa.”

The vampire laughs. “Your accent is atrocious, but alright. If you insist.” He toes off his worn sneakers and slips his hoodie off, throwing it over the back of his chair.

Chanyeol’s eyebrows knit together. The boy looks like summer; shorts and a thin tee hang off his thin frame, brown hair looking almost windswept around his amused features. “You are skin and bones,” he states.

The vampire looks down at himself. He pinches his waist a bit. “No. It’s all muscle.”

Chanyeol stands and steps forward to get a closer look and the vampire’s head snaps up. He almost takes a step back at the sudden movement and then remembers. Oh. Right. The poor thing is probably starving. Chanyeol takes a few more steps forward and then grabs the vampire’s thin wrist. He can fit the whole thing in his hand. “You came here for me, right? Well come come, let me whip you up a buffet a la Chanyeol.”

The vampire groans. “Please stop.” He hops up onto the counter when Chanyeol lets go of his wrist. “So that is your name then?” He asks as Chanyeol holds out his own arm and grabs a knife. “Chanyeol?”

“Hmm? Yeah.” He holds out his stinging arm and the vampire immediately is in front of him, arm raised to his face. “I guess we haven’t been properly introduced,” he hums thoughtfully as the vampire merely blinks in response.

When he returns the arm, skin wet but completely healed, he speaks. “Sehun.” And then he’s gone, hoodie and shoes no longer in the living room and angry howling filling the apartment from the gaping window.

The vampire makes regular visits after that, and then sometimes comes more than twice a week. Chanyeol loses sleep because of it but can’t be bothered. He’d rather spend time with a member of the undead then apply for jobs that have already been filled or for which he will receive rejection notices for because he’s overqualified.

Chanyeol doesn’t want to be a bad host so he offers Sehun something to drink every time he finds him curled up in the living room. He had no idea what to do when the boy first agreed, so he made two cups of hot chocolate. Sehun had merely complimented the smell and left the cup full when he left. The next time he came, he asked for the same.

They’re sitting in the kitchen, Chanyeol leaning against the counter while sipping at his drink while Sehun sits across from him, perched on another counter. He holds the cup in his hands, letting the steam rise up and hit his face.

“How old are you?” Sehun startles at the question and nearly drops his mug. Chanyeol frowns apologetically.

“Why do you ask?”

Chanyeol takes one last sip and then sets his mug to the side. “You look younger than me, but I know you’re older. So I was just wondering. You don’t have to tell me if you’re uncomfortable.”

“It’s fine,” Sehun argues, setting down his mug as well and stretching out his long legs in front of him. “I am still a fledgling by our standards. It really wasn’t too long ago that I was turned; I can still remember everything quite clearly, something that the others lack. I was eighteen at the time, and it was just a hit and run in one of the bad parts of my hometown. I’ve never met my maker, but I assume he was killed. I tried, but after a while you give up and try to find whomever you can for company.”

Chanyeol feels incredibly young with Sehun staring unseeingly behind him and voice weathered and tired. “So, that makes you how old…?” He tries, still curious.

Sehun focuses his gaze on the human. “Impatient, aren’t you?” He observes with a smirk. “I am eighty.”

Chanyeol chokes. “That makes you young?”

“It is a fraction of the age of the others I know,” Sehun reasons, “the common theme seems to be that we survive a decade or we die. That time doesn’t really count. It’s more of a stand by yourself or perish. If you make it past that time on your own, you are a fledgling, if not… well, then there’s no need to worry about what you are.”

Chanyeol takes a sip from his now lukewarm hot chocolate. “Still. Eighty seems old.”

“Maybe to you, mortal,” Sehun replies, but his tone is light and his smile betrays the condescending words, “but I know others who are centuries old. I am but a baby to them.”

“So that’s why you act like one.”

Sehun sputters indignantly and mutters into his mug.

A couple weeks later and Sehun takes his time handing Chanyeol his arm back, sticking around and rooting through Chanyeol's sparse fridge when he is done.

"What's up?" Chanyeol asks, trying not to laugh when Sehun sticks his face into a jug of expired milk and pulls back immediately, nose scrunched and thin lips pressed together.

"What do humans eat?" Sehun mumbles, more to himself than Chanyeol, and pulls out a tube of yogurt, staring at it with interest. "I must admit, I seem to be a little rusty in this department."

Chanyeol laughs, deep and way too loud for four in the morning. "Is that what this is about? If you're about to attempt to cook something, I'd love to see the result but I'm not very hungry right now."

Sehun looks offended. "But you must eat! You've lost blood and you might pass out if you don't eat something. That's what I read. So it must be true."

Chanyeol dons a wry smile and watches as the vampire continues to loot through his things. "Is this really about me?"

Sehun opens his mouth to shoot back a reply, but stops, licks his redder than usual lips, and steps away from the fridge. "My brothers are starting to get suspicious. I have always been an object of worry because of my... issue, so usually they will offer leftovers. I have no need for them anymore, because I am being regularly fed, so they are starting to ask questions-well. Everyone except Yixing. He's too nice to pry. But he's thinking the same things the rest are." Sehun reads the question on Chanyeol's face. "I cannot simply tell them about you. It's... frowned upon. To feed from the same human. They would think that we're more intimately connected. Which we are most definitely not. So if I stay out longer I think they might stop the questioning."

“Brothers?” Chanyeol repeats.

Sehun purses his lips. “Not by any blood. None of us even share the same maker, human or otherwise. But they are still my kin,” he explains, frowning at the wording. “Do you understand?”

Chanyeol nods.

Sehun smiles. “Good. Then you also understand why they must not learn of our predicament. Which is why I shall be varying my visits and time.”

"Or you could stop drinking my blood."

"No." Sehun's reply is instantaneous. Then he seems to ponder the reply and his lower lip pokes out childishly. "Do you not like me feeding from you?"

"No, it's not that-"

"Good." Sehun smiles to himself and squats back down, peering into the fridge. “Now, eat this plastic tube. It looks very nutritional.”

Chanyeol accepts the offer with a laugh and settles himself against the counter as Sehun hops back up onto his counter, legs swinging idly in the air. He rips the top of the packaging off as Sehun watches in interest and makes obnoxious noises as he sucks down the strawberry flavored yogurt to make the vampire happy.

“So,” Chanyeol hums, tossing the plastic into the garbage, “why can’t you, um, get your own blood?”

Sehun scowls at his feet. “It’s my teeth.” He opens his mouth and points to the offenders. “Right after a human is turned, many things change. Heart, eyes, skin, and teeth are just a few. I was not spared from the first three, but my teeth never became quite as lethal as I needed them to be. Nevertheless, I was determined to feed the traditional way. My many attempts were unsuccessful, as you know.”

“Can I see them?” Chanyeol feels goosebumps as Sehun fixes him with an intense stare. He swallows and tries again, aware of how Sehun's bright eyes follow the movement. "Can I see your teeth?"

Sehun smirks. "Alright, human. I shall grant your foolish wish. Behold." He jumps off the counter, bowing with a flourish before standing straight, cracking open his lips and lowering his jaw.

Chanyeol stands, hesitantly taking a step forward, gauging Sehun's response. When the vampire continues to stand completely still, Chanyeol ventures further and stops when he's about a foot away.

He squints. They look no different from any teeth he's seen, extremely straight but that's really it. Chanyeol raises his hand, looking to Sehun for an invitation. The vampire gives no response so Chanyeol goes right ahead and presses the pad of his finger against an incisor. Huh. It's not even sharp. He runs his finger over the underside and Sehun bites down. Chanyeol screams.

"That wasn't very wise of you," Sehun remarks with a smirk, running his tongue over the his woefully ordinary teeth.

"Ow," Chanyeol whines, looking at his finger. Suddenly, Sehun is behind him, peering over his shoulder.

"No blood."

"No, it didn't even break the skin," he murmurs. He looks up to what Sehun's reaction is, but finds that he is alone in the kitchen. The window is open. Chanyeol sighs. "Bye, then," he says to his empty apartment.

"I love the noises that you make," Sehun mutters against Chanyeol's skin.

The man gives a groan in response from where he's sprawled on the couch, head lolling off one arm and feet dangling off the other. His arm is still in Sehun's hold, who is curled up by his side on the floor. The vampire had been obstinate about keeping it, holding the limb hostage in his tight grip until Chanyeol gave in and pleaded mercy. "I'm glad that you find joy in my suffering."

Sehun snickers.

It seems like the vampire gets closer each time. They've had their arrangement going on for a couple months now, and Chanyeol can afford to let the cool nighttime summer breeze into his sweltering apartment, so he keeps his window open always for the stick-thin parasite.

Sehun snuggles closer to Chanyeol, leaning his head on Chanyeol's sorry excuse for a stomach and wrapping his hostage-formerly Chanyeol's arm-around his neck, sighing happily. "You're always so warm. I love it."

"You as in you humans?"

"No. Just you."

Chanyeol tightens his arm around Sehun's neck and the vampire looks up at him, confused. Chanyeol does it again and exaggerates a war cry, features pulled in mock anger. Sehun's eyes flash and then he's pretending to choke, clawing weakly at Chanyeol's arm before slumping, tongue lolling out. Chanyeol pulls back, leaving his arm lax over Sehun's shoulder. "That's what you get for being a sap."

"I have learned my lesson," Sehun promises, fiddling with Chanyeol's fingers.

They fall into a comfortable silence, as they often do, and Chanyeol wonders how it got to this point. Then he contemplates his job and vaguely considers the idea that he's wasting his life and Sehun is the universe's plan to grant him a slow but sure death. He peeks at the vampire, idly bending this knuckle and that, and smiles to himself. Nah.

An open window means bugs so it's really only a matter of time until a mosquito sneaks in. The insect perches on Chanyeol's splayed leg and settles itself. Chanyeol mourns the energy it will take to scratch the no doubt large bite.

A loud clap breaks the silence and Chanyeol's head snaps back up. Sehun is hovering over his leg, hands held slightly apart. There's a black dot on his right palm and Chanyeol cracks a grin.

"No," the vampire chastises, voice just above a whisper, "this is mine."

"You are embarrassing."