Eternal - Chapter 11
Okay because LJ is completely fucking up and won't let me post I'll just exclude the things that LJ apparently has an issue with and just post like this.
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A/N: Holy crap! *hugs you all tight* I've missed my readers so much T.T I'm so sorry for this long, long wait, I really am. I feel like such a damn fail author right now ;_; Especially since I haven't even replied to your comments >< Well, that is so changing now! I'm on my holidays, chapter 12 is soon done.
These parts I've written now have really just been a blur in my mind, that's why it has taken me so damn long to type out. I will take some time now to plan the fic carefully, so please stay with me as I do my best with it. Now, this chapter is a bit...Okay I'm not even gonna state my opinion because we all know it anyway xD So enjoy!!
Chapter 11
Purple. Purple in his head. The colour would not leave and it was the only thing he could see. It was like a violet-coloured supernova in his mind-radiant and beautiful, sultry, with blending contrasts of black and shining white. He could not feel this emotion and he came to the conclusion that if he were to feel this passion he would with sureness go crazy from the intensity. He would lose control, and being new and unfamiliar to this that was the only thing he could not afford to do.
Jaejoong did not know exactly when he had pierced the skin or when his hands had grabbed a secure grip of the deer’s lifeless, stinking neck. Emotions were not there anymore; other than the sparkling, mesmerizing purple there was nothing with him. Thoughts had escaped together with all reason and logic, and just like Yoochun had promised the blood flowed down his throat purely on instinct. The first gulps were the most satisfying ones he had ever swallowed and as he drank more and more the heavy need and confusing blur started to fade.
He became slowly aware of what he was doing. The purple started to make itself known in his heart and veins and he slowly drew his mouth away from the small holes he had created among the stiff fur. He was satisfied, warmer, but not warm, and the purple soon faded from his mind until there was only a feeling left.
The feeling of blood was everywhere in his mouth. The taste tingled on his crimson tongue and refused to disappear. It was pleasure, much like making love. He sat on his knees for a short while with his fingers tenderly holding the neck of the animal in a way that looked like he had been choking the thick throat. He had done something much worse than this; he remembered the feeling of being sucked out of life, but at least he had not killed this deer. It was yet not enough to tint his conscious, but now that his curiosity had been sated he was becoming more familiar with the feeling of guilt. But it was not enough to be unable to push back.
He also rose on his legs, eyelids opening wider than the creases they had been and the first thing he looked for was Yunho. Yunho, who had to do this too. Yunho, who maybe could have it a bit easier. The blood on Jaejoong’s tongue would be enough as a start off until his instincts pushed him further. Yes, this could help. He could not deny that he desired liplock too. Blood was life, lust, and lust now poured and simmered like angry waves in his body until he got what his skin pleased, and what always pleased him was Yunho. Had his body not been thrilled with this blood that kept him going and warm, it would have flooded his penis just by the thought of it. Maybe it already had. He was much too livid and alive to feel any particular throbbing anywhere on him; everything was bursting at the same time.
Yunho turned his eyes to Yoochun. “Is he alright? Is everything like it should be?” The frantic words made Jaejoong want to smile, but all he could do was lick his lips once he opened his mouth to do so. Everything was a purple, heavy daze around him, and the need between his legs had now decided to make itself known by aching in the most painful but delicious way. He wanted Yunho, needed him so much he didn’t know why he hadn’t already flung himself at him.
Yoochun only smirked in knowing, one eyebrows slightly raised and eyes twinkling in Yunho’s direction. “He’s reacting just the way I thought he would. He’s fine. Just… a bit needy right now.”
“Jae,” Yunho took a step closer. His eyes were soft in contrast to his hard body. His dark orbs were deep with worry and curiosity whilst his mind kept showing him glimpses of purple and green. Despite himself he couldn’t help but find Jaejoong beautiful in his turmoil. “Are you alright? Should I do something?” He spoke gently and slowly like he was stepping around a sleeping tiger. He did not want Jaejoong to attack and lose control like he did the last time because of this blood. He did not want to risk any harm on either of them, especially not when Jaejoong was not his sane self.
“Yunho I’m okay.”Yunho halted from the deep voice, purple thrumming and banging behind his skull and his body trembled. Jaejoong brought a finger to his lips and sucked it into his mouth, delighted by the feel of something warm and solid on his bloody tongue. He was going dizzy with desire. “Just come here,” he purred, his voice deep, and Yunho argued with himself. He wanted nothing more than to push his lover down to the ground and continue where they had been interrupted the night before, but he was not stupid. He knew the ways of sirens, and now Jaejoong had transformed into one himself. Though he was more alluring in hundredths and thousands of ways.
He did not know, after all, how much there was of Jaejoong in the body standing in front of him. Stepping closer could put everything at risk, and losing his life meant the end of them. The end of something so fantastic that they had both been looking forward to and dreamed of: a life with each other.
A hand came down on his tense shoulder and he turned his head in a motion that said he was listening, but he never took his eyes off of Jaejoong, who was now moaning his own melody and rubbing his palm around his belly. The blood running through his body brought insane pleasure and satisfaction, but what was left in him knew not to push Yunho’s last tolerance. He needed an ‘okay’ before he ravished him.
“It’s fine, Yunho. It’s still him, he just wants your touch more than anything right now,” Yoochun said and encouraged him further by applying more pressure on the back of his shoulder. “Go to him, he’ll help you.”
Yunho stepped forward, but Jaejoong seemed to have gotten a bit uncertain on what Yunho really wanted. He shrunk back, but the glow in his eyes was still alive and burning at the sight of Yunho nearing. Yunho spread his arms out in an invitation and Jaejoong wasted no time. He leaped up and crashed into Yunho’s torso, knocking them both over and onto their backs. The impact barely registered in Yunho’s mind, because as soon as Jaejoong got his sweet way he sucked Yunho’s lips between his own.
Yunho groaned and pushed his hips upward to meet Jaejoong’s burning groin, but despite the desire in his veins he was still feeling embarrassed from losing himself like this with Jaejoong right on front of Yoochun. Yoochun, who was most probably enjoying the whole show.
Jaejoong distracted him by pushing his tongue against the slit of Yunho’s lips and without a sparing thought Yunho separated them for him. He could safely say that that was the moment he lost it. The blood from Jaejoong’s tongue touched Yunho’s and he felt like exploding. The taste of iron was not disgusting as he had always thought it to be, it was a slice of heaven served on the body of God’s sweetest angel. How could something this wrong and dark ever taste so delicious? A sack of burning, purple fireworks went off in his body and he pushed at Jaejoong, trying to get on top and make Jaejoong surrender to him. However, Jaejoong seemed to enjoy the play and stayed firm on Yunho’s hips whilst he buried his tongue deeper inside his thirsty mouth.
The need was so heavy, so greedy that Yunho knew that this…this was something he would kill for in the future. With no doubt would he murder and slaughter. It was terrible, but his body only wanted more. Finally he pushed Jaejoong back and he dove over him, the ache in his body pushing his fangs out of his gums and in one short hiss from them both Yunho had his pale teeth in Jaejoong’s neck.
At the sidelines Yoochun smiled to himself. He knew what they were about to experience, and he would love watching it. There was nothing like drinking love from your most beloved-the pleasure was intense and he would most probably have to leave very soon to find his own lover in the caves and give them privacy. Much needed privacy.
He watched Jaejoong’s head tilted back, mouth open in shock and eyes open and overflowing. They were smouldering. Yunho sucked harder and his hands tightened their extraordinary hold of Jaejoong’s body as he swallowed and swallowed-nothing ever enough.
Jaejoong gasped and moaned, body limp but so tense and squirming in Yunho’s arms. He was getting hungrier, but the contentment swirling and coating his body was too passionate to care about his slacking body. Yunho’s muscles were getting stronger, his veins filled and erected with pumping blood. Blood that had recently been in Jaejoong’s body and flowed through his pure self. It was an amazing sensation.
The purple Yunho figured out was the colour of pleasure, and it was scratching and petting his whole body as he sucked the life out of his darling. But it was fading into a dull ache in his mind, the blur was leaving room for clear sight and he opened his eyes and let go of Jaejoong’s soft neck. Jaejoong didn’t move as Yunho gently put him down on the ground, and he was sure that was Yunho still not affected by it all he would have been worried to death.
Jaejoong opened his dark eyes; only, they were not as dark anymore. They had turned grey like ash, as had his skin. Yunho darted his eyes back and forth over Jaejoong’s body and gasped from the way Jaejoong’s arm dropped to the ground after Yunho picked it up and let go.
“Yoochun!” Yunho turned with heaving breaths and Yoochun was with him in a second. “I took too much… What do I do?” There was no time for unnecessary words or fretting, right now he needed to know what had to be done. He felt disgusted by the purple still making him want to ravish Jaejoong. The green worry in his head and the black hate toward himself made his heart confused by all the emotions. He tried to push them away, tried to think.
“Drink from the deer, fast. Then let him drink from you.” Yoochun was quick to answer and Yunho was even faster to act it out.
He lowered his head and blocked out the guilt and thoughts of wrong. If Jaejoong was sick and this was what he had to do then he would. He was full, but hopefully he could get some more in him and then make Jaejoong drink as much as he needed and more to get satisfied. With this in his head he opened his mouth and tried to prepare for more blood to slide into his system. The purple intensified once again, but this time it was only a small presence behind his skull-it was nothing like drinking from Jaejoong. He felt none of that intoxicating, heart-swelling connection that he had when he had been drinking with Jaejoong in his arms.
But the crimson was still a second treasure to him (Jaejoong being the first), so he drank without much problem. The question was how much his body could hold, and he found when the purple was no longer lust for blood, but lust for sex, and he started to cough up the blood he was swallowing, his body was telling him to stop. He ran back to Jaejoong’s cold side and put one big palm under Jaejoong’s head. His hair that had been so midnight black had lost its touch of inky blue, even the softness and shine had left, and it laid flat against his white forehead. He looked like he was dying, but he was gazing with reassuring eyes at Yunho’s face. There was no real rush, no real danger. He was just weak.
“Come here, baby. Drink, take as much as you want.” Yunho lifted the hand that carefully cupped the back of Jaejoong’s head and brought it up to his tanned throat. Jaejoong licked his chapped lips, the red colour gone and turned to pink. The desire was there, so strong and the blood pumping in Yunho’s neck too alluring to look away from. It was there, he felt it and he wanted it more than anything, and right at that moment the weakness in his body turned to strength, determination and lust that guided his teeth into Yunho’s strong and warm pulse.
There was a hiss from Yunho’s lips as Jaejoong’s full ones wrapped around his vein in a bloody kiss of hunger. His fangs were already out and prepared, ready to draw in the offer and treasure, but fearing to take too much and repeat the horrid cycle. His teeth tore through the thick skin, like an armour that guarded his body from fatal bites and claws. Jaejoong’s, however, were strong and welcomed so they sunk in greedily to the hilt. He could feel Yunho’s smooth skin against his gums, the small hairs against his perfectly moist lips. Yunho’s fingers dug into his hair to feel his skull and Jaejoong moaned in satisfaction of what was to come. His heart pumped scarce amounts of blood around his fatigued body, and the more it pumped the weaker he felt. His salvation was flowing right under his mouth; the gateway was his dry throat that told his lips to suck the elixir out to quench the thirst and save himself. The connection he would get was felt in his chest, in his tightened stomach that would feel the intense passion and joy of sharing blood and getting life from the same man who brought him to life.
Jaejoong’s lips tightened around the small holes he made, making sure that nothing would escape his hungry mouth. Then, finally, he started drinking. The first drop of blood on his tongue was... more. Just so much more than when he had been drinking from the deer. The purple went off in his head again and it travelled from his brain down his body and all the way down to his curled toes. There was pleasure, content, satisfaction and delightfulness. The taste was overwhelming and almost numbing all his senses out, but it was the lust, the greed and the incredible love that made it so very addicting.
It was almost unreal. Under all his years as human he had never found something like this. Yunho was almost valued more in his eyes now, almost like a toddler that admired and depended on the adult that fed him. Yunho, his gorgeous, had always been so very precious to him, but this was a whole other feeling of dependence and trust. And the more he ate, the more he wanted to come closer to Yunho, the tighter he wanted Yunho to hold him.
He pressed his body with new strength against Yunho’s and his hands let go of Jaejoong’s hair to comply in a bruising embrace that pressed Jaejoong against his body. They were of equal strength now, but Jaejoong was still eating and slowly overpowering Yunho’s force. It was a push-and-pull game, but they played it in tune and with each other, not against. It was playful, but warm and loving. Needy, gentle, but rough on the edges that was slowly getting heavier and darker. The need was taking over the adoration and Jaejoong soon had to force his head away from Yunho’s warm neck. He was turning colder against Jaejoong, and that alone was enough to make him stop. That, and because as soon as he did he had Yunho’s tongue in his mouth.
They both found the space to groan before they pushed against each other again, too hot and too lusty to calm down from the inhuman high they were going through. Jaejoong’s hair tangled with Yunho’s long fingers and he leaned his head back to swallow more of Yunho’s tongue when he moved over Jaejoong’s smaller body.
If this was what blood lead them to, maybe feeding would not be such a problem after all.
Yunho pressed Jaejoong to the ground and pulled himself properly on top of him again. Yoochun’s presence was still behind them, but he did not know if he was watching them. Jaejoong moaned his name and Yunho groaned in lovely tones when Jaejoong’s soft hand crawled inside his pants. It was like déjà-vu, only this time Yunho really would kill someone for interrupting them. The need and greed was heavy, thick in the air that made it hard to see and even harder to think. He grabbed Jaejoong’s hips and slipped his hands down to hold onto the hem of his pants. They slid down easily past his thighs and Yunho let them rest for now around Jaejoong’s knees.
His thighs, if possible had gotten even more spectacular. They were small but supple in his hands, creamy with pale flesh and smooth skin. They tensed in his hold and he watched as Jaejoong kicked the pants off of his legs and separated them for him. He sunk in his with hips between the long limbs, fitting perfectly against the curve of Jaejoong. The man was burning through his underwear and Yunho didn’t know if he was pushing against Jaejoong’s hand on his erection or if he was trying to rub against Jaejoong’s hardness.
Jaejoong’s warm fingers caressed his shaft, feeling it before holding it steady against his palm. There was not a lot of time, the joining had to be done quickly and ferociously and Jaejoong settled with pumping it completely hard with fast hand movements. Yunho pulled Jaejoong’s underwear down whilst Jaejoong pushed Yunho’s clothes down enough to get his pulsating penis out. The penetration was easy, natural, and Yunho wasted no time waiting for an adjustment that was already there.
The desire was too egoistic to be called love making. Being their first time experiencing sharing blood, this was nothing but sating a thick and crazy need. Yunho held Jaejoong's hips still, trying to be as tender as possible whilst he drove into him repeatedly. Jaejoong squirmed and moaned, arched his back and tried to push against Yunho's firm hands. The sight was erotic, and Yunho had to close his eyes so that he wouldn't come before Jaejoong did. Their love making was rarely selfish; they went to bed to please the other, to enjoy the permission they had to touch one another, so Yunho had no intention of coming early when Jaejoong was groaning underneath him.
Jaejoong, however was not lacking sensation, and it didn't take long before he rolled his head back and came hard against Yunho's sweaty body.
They were dozing off, although not quite tired enough. Energy was still keeping them up and excited, but the need had been satisfied. Jaejoong stared at Yunho's calm face, serenely looking up at the cave's ceiling and the petite drops of water forming gigantic, beautiful crystals of white. They were sharp, pointy and much too alike a stake meant to kill their kind. At least, if he were to believe all the myths he had heard about vampires…
It was so strange. All of a sudden the sun was an enemy, a nature's wonder such as crystals looked life-threatening, whilst food and water were no longer even a small speck in their minds. And now, something so queasy as blood made their bodies boil in excitement. It was almost embarrassing, but also frustrating. He had always thought he could live on Jaejoong purely-he could go days without food or water, but two days without Jaejoong and his limbs seemed to just weaken on their own. Now, he could not say Jaejoong was his all, because this terrifying blood-lust controlled his every movement, even his desire to bed Jaejoong. He hated it, even more than the idea of drinking from a living creature. That was not his bother. He understood now what Yoochun had referred to when he spoke of losing control. Not only was it during the act of drinking, when you couldn't stop, but even now blood controlled them, ridding them of their own will and determination. Hopefully it was just temporary.
He'd have to talk to Yoochun about this, because he was getting concerned. He did not want the blood to control him, but neither did he want to be frightened of it. Could he make it? Could he live the rest of forever by Jaejoong's side, or would it become too much? He had to know, he did not like the risks.
A warm palm cupped his cheek and he turned to Jaejoong's direction. He was looking curiously but beautifully at him, eyes swimming with aftermath. Warmth and love. He was on his soft belly, legs raised behind him and twisted together by the ankles. Gorgeous, slender ankles that played with each other, short toes that wiggled in the air.
“Hey, calm down.”Jaejoong spoke softly and stroked a hand over Yunho's face. “You're getting hard again.”
Yunho looked down over his body, and between his strong thighs his penis was swelling. Yunho groaned and closed his eyes in frustration. “I'm sorry. I didn't even realise. You're a bit too appealing like this.”
Jaejoong smiled and scooted closer on his side, wrapping a leg around Yunho's thigh. “I'm not the only one being a bit too appealing, honey.” He pressed his hips closer, and Yunho didn't know if it was appropriate to feel a bit proud that Jaejoong, too, was on his way up again. A kiss brought them further into the purple strings in their heads, slowly spreading like a spider's web when Jaejoong crawled on top of Yunho's body, tongues mashing slowly and Yunho's hair ruffled up by Jaejoong's hand.
“You know we can't do it again,” Yunho said against his lips. He grabbed his moving hips to still the passion from rising too far. “Yoochun is coming back.”
Jaejoong's kisses didn't falter. “He saw the first half of the first round, he could watch again.” He pressed his lips down Yunho's neck, wetting his collarbones with his tongue and dragging his nails over his tense thigh. God, Yunho was so gorgeous. So strong, so solid, so sexy. How could he resist just one more time when the opportunity was right there, right underneath his naked body?
Yunho chuckled (at which Jaejoong unintentionally shivered). “Baby, we have all of forever to do this.” Yunho gently held Jaejoong's face in his hands and made sure to find eye-contact. “Right now we really need to learn and adjust, okay?”
“Listen to Yunho,” A voice spoke up and Jaejoong jumped but stayed plastered to Yunho's body. Yoochun smirked from the side and pushed himself off of the wall he had previously been leaning against. “You have all the time in the world for that, whereas I and Junsu won't be with you for very long.” Yunho rose slightly from the ground to grab his discarded shirt. He put it over his and Jaejoong's lower bodies and finally felt a bit comfortable again. For some reason though, showing himself naked in this body didn't seem as embarrassing as showing his human body. Not because of the looks, but because it didn't yet feel like his own.
They didn't get an opportunity to ask who Junsu was before a man appeared from the shadow of Yoochun's shoulder. He was shorter and where Yoochun was skinny, this man had more on his body. Jaejoong wouldn't call him chubby, just built differently than all the other three. Yunho was muscular, Jaejoong was slim, Yoochun was skinny and Junsu was larger, but also the only one he had seen that could actually look good with too much. It was the first person he had met that actually embraced his looks instead of standing out badly like a sore thumb. It was actually very beautiful on him.
His locks were almost golden and messy on his head, his skin rosier than Jaejoong's and lips plump and pink. He was the epitome of innocent and beautiful, looking like he just recently fell out of a cloud and landed in a dark tale where his fangs replaced his wings. His eyes were hard and didn’t harmonise with his otherwise soft face. They were baby blue, but screaming at them to take him seriously.
Around his waist Yoochun's arm had curled tight to his skin like a snake, and despite the quite sour look on Junsu's face he seemed to sink into the touch of his lover very well. Maybe his eyes had just lost the touch of smiling, of warmth and softness. They had after all no idea how he had been treated in his human life, or how he had gotten where he was now. Yunho and Jaejoong's orbs together constantly held a glow, weakness, strength and bliss because they were, after all, together. It was the soothing presence of the other that made it hard to look as cold as Junsu did.
“Hello,” Junsu greeted, and when he smiled slightly at them, Jaejoong couldn't help but think that the lack of spark in his eyes were most probably a bother Junsu wanted to get rid of. Something he couldn't control. Yoochun seemed even grander in his eyes for actually giving emotionless eyes a chance and managing to fall in love. Jaejoong himself knew that it was Yunho's eyes that made him weak, that made him soar, cry and gullible. For some reason, he felt terrible, but he couldn't deny that he felt extremely lucky that at the end of the day it was Yunho's warm eyes that would look at him. That would love him and worship him.
Yunho smiled back and discretely tried to find their clothes around them. He could only stand so much awkwardness now that it was finally sinking in. When you actually started speaking it felt stupid to be lying skin to skin with your lover, having just recently made love to each other.
He got a hold of Jaejoong's shirt and handed it over, speaking a quick thank you when Yoochun and Junsu turned their backs to allow them some privacy to get dressed.
Yunho instantly got up and found their underwear, putting them on and throwing Jaejoong the rest of his clothes while he got dressed himself.
“Presentable?” Yoochun asked with amusement, peeking over his shoulder just as they were buckling up their pants.
“Yes, it's fine,”Yunho answered and the two vampires turned around again. “So, you're Yoochun's...?”
“Lover, yes,” Junsu nodded and Yoochun smiled at Yunho, again proudly wrapping his arm around Junsu.
“For ten years now.”There was pride in his tone, but also a tenderness that showed on the roses on Junsu's cheeks. He looked up into Yoochun's face, and the smile he gave him was serene and happy. They were lost in their own world.
A/N: You haven't lost interest in the story yet I hope? There are still some things left to happen ^^ Nooow, comment please~? I want to hear from you guys again! This time I've promised myself that I will sit down and reply to you all! <3
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A/N: Holy crap! *hugs you all tight* I've missed my readers so much T.T I'm so sorry for this long, long wait, I really am. I feel like such a damn fail author right now ;_; Especially since I haven't even replied to your comments >< Well, that is so changing now! I'm on my holidays, chapter 12 is soon done.
These parts I've written now have really just been a blur in my mind, that's why it has taken me so damn long to type out. I will take some time now to plan the fic carefully, so please stay with me as I do my best with it. Now, this chapter is a bit...Okay I'm not even gonna state my opinion because we all know it anyway xD So enjoy!!
Chapter 11
Purple. Purple in his head. The colour would not leave and it was the only thing he could see. It was like a violet-coloured supernova in his mind-radiant and beautiful, sultry, with blending contrasts of black and shining white. He could not feel this emotion and he came to the conclusion that if he were to feel this passion he would with sureness go crazy from the intensity. He would lose control, and being new and unfamiliar to this that was the only thing he could not afford to do.
Jaejoong did not know exactly when he had pierced the skin or when his hands had grabbed a secure grip of the deer’s lifeless, stinking neck. Emotions were not there anymore; other than the sparkling, mesmerizing purple there was nothing with him. Thoughts had escaped together with all reason and logic, and just like Yoochun had promised the blood flowed down his throat purely on instinct. The first gulps were the most satisfying ones he had ever swallowed and as he drank more and more the heavy need and confusing blur started to fade.
He became slowly aware of what he was doing. The purple started to make itself known in his heart and veins and he slowly drew his mouth away from the small holes he had created among the stiff fur. He was satisfied, warmer, but not warm, and the purple soon faded from his mind until there was only a feeling left.
The feeling of blood was everywhere in his mouth. The taste tingled on his crimson tongue and refused to disappear. It was pleasure, much like making love. He sat on his knees for a short while with his fingers tenderly holding the neck of the animal in a way that looked like he had been choking the thick throat. He had done something much worse than this; he remembered the feeling of being sucked out of life, but at least he had not killed this deer. It was yet not enough to tint his conscious, but now that his curiosity had been sated he was becoming more familiar with the feeling of guilt. But it was not enough to be unable to push back.
He also rose on his legs, eyelids opening wider than the creases they had been and the first thing he looked for was Yunho. Yunho, who had to do this too. Yunho, who maybe could have it a bit easier. The blood on Jaejoong’s tongue would be enough as a start off until his instincts pushed him further. Yes, this could help. He could not deny that he desired liplock too. Blood was life, lust, and lust now poured and simmered like angry waves in his body until he got what his skin pleased, and what always pleased him was Yunho. Had his body not been thrilled with this blood that kept him going and warm, it would have flooded his penis just by the thought of it. Maybe it already had. He was much too livid and alive to feel any particular throbbing anywhere on him; everything was bursting at the same time.
Yunho turned his eyes to Yoochun. “Is he alright? Is everything like it should be?” The frantic words made Jaejoong want to smile, but all he could do was lick his lips once he opened his mouth to do so. Everything was a purple, heavy daze around him, and the need between his legs had now decided to make itself known by aching in the most painful but delicious way. He wanted Yunho, needed him so much he didn’t know why he hadn’t already flung himself at him.
Yoochun only smirked in knowing, one eyebrows slightly raised and eyes twinkling in Yunho’s direction. “He’s reacting just the way I thought he would. He’s fine. Just… a bit needy right now.”
“Jae,” Yunho took a step closer. His eyes were soft in contrast to his hard body. His dark orbs were deep with worry and curiosity whilst his mind kept showing him glimpses of purple and green. Despite himself he couldn’t help but find Jaejoong beautiful in his turmoil. “Are you alright? Should I do something?” He spoke gently and slowly like he was stepping around a sleeping tiger. He did not want Jaejoong to attack and lose control like he did the last time because of this blood. He did not want to risk any harm on either of them, especially not when Jaejoong was not his sane self.
“Yunho I’m okay.”Yunho halted from the deep voice, purple thrumming and banging behind his skull and his body trembled. Jaejoong brought a finger to his lips and sucked it into his mouth, delighted by the feel of something warm and solid on his bloody tongue. He was going dizzy with desire. “Just come here,” he purred, his voice deep, and Yunho argued with himself. He wanted nothing more than to push his lover down to the ground and continue where they had been interrupted the night before, but he was not stupid. He knew the ways of sirens, and now Jaejoong had transformed into one himself. Though he was more alluring in hundredths and thousands of ways.
He did not know, after all, how much there was of Jaejoong in the body standing in front of him. Stepping closer could put everything at risk, and losing his life meant the end of them. The end of something so fantastic that they had both been looking forward to and dreamed of: a life with each other.
A hand came down on his tense shoulder and he turned his head in a motion that said he was listening, but he never took his eyes off of Jaejoong, who was now moaning his own melody and rubbing his palm around his belly. The blood running through his body brought insane pleasure and satisfaction, but what was left in him knew not to push Yunho’s last tolerance. He needed an ‘okay’ before he ravished him.
“It’s fine, Yunho. It’s still him, he just wants your touch more than anything right now,” Yoochun said and encouraged him further by applying more pressure on the back of his shoulder. “Go to him, he’ll help you.”
Yunho stepped forward, but Jaejoong seemed to have gotten a bit uncertain on what Yunho really wanted. He shrunk back, but the glow in his eyes was still alive and burning at the sight of Yunho nearing. Yunho spread his arms out in an invitation and Jaejoong wasted no time. He leaped up and crashed into Yunho’s torso, knocking them both over and onto their backs. The impact barely registered in Yunho’s mind, because as soon as Jaejoong got his sweet way he sucked Yunho’s lips between his own.
Yunho groaned and pushed his hips upward to meet Jaejoong’s burning groin, but despite the desire in his veins he was still feeling embarrassed from losing himself like this with Jaejoong right on front of Yoochun. Yoochun, who was most probably enjoying the whole show.
Jaejoong distracted him by pushing his tongue against the slit of Yunho’s lips and without a sparing thought Yunho separated them for him. He could safely say that that was the moment he lost it. The blood from Jaejoong’s tongue touched Yunho’s and he felt like exploding. The taste of iron was not disgusting as he had always thought it to be, it was a slice of heaven served on the body of God’s sweetest angel. How could something this wrong and dark ever taste so delicious? A sack of burning, purple fireworks went off in his body and he pushed at Jaejoong, trying to get on top and make Jaejoong surrender to him. However, Jaejoong seemed to enjoy the play and stayed firm on Yunho’s hips whilst he buried his tongue deeper inside his thirsty mouth.
The need was so heavy, so greedy that Yunho knew that this…this was something he would kill for in the future. With no doubt would he murder and slaughter. It was terrible, but his body only wanted more. Finally he pushed Jaejoong back and he dove over him, the ache in his body pushing his fangs out of his gums and in one short hiss from them both Yunho had his pale teeth in Jaejoong’s neck.
At the sidelines Yoochun smiled to himself. He knew what they were about to experience, and he would love watching it. There was nothing like drinking love from your most beloved-the pleasure was intense and he would most probably have to leave very soon to find his own lover in the caves and give them privacy. Much needed privacy.
He watched Jaejoong’s head tilted back, mouth open in shock and eyes open and overflowing. They were smouldering. Yunho sucked harder and his hands tightened their extraordinary hold of Jaejoong’s body as he swallowed and swallowed-nothing ever enough.
Jaejoong gasped and moaned, body limp but so tense and squirming in Yunho’s arms. He was getting hungrier, but the contentment swirling and coating his body was too passionate to care about his slacking body. Yunho’s muscles were getting stronger, his veins filled and erected with pumping blood. Blood that had recently been in Jaejoong’s body and flowed through his pure self. It was an amazing sensation.
The purple Yunho figured out was the colour of pleasure, and it was scratching and petting his whole body as he sucked the life out of his darling. But it was fading into a dull ache in his mind, the blur was leaving room for clear sight and he opened his eyes and let go of Jaejoong’s soft neck. Jaejoong didn’t move as Yunho gently put him down on the ground, and he was sure that was Yunho still not affected by it all he would have been worried to death.
Jaejoong opened his dark eyes; only, they were not as dark anymore. They had turned grey like ash, as had his skin. Yunho darted his eyes back and forth over Jaejoong’s body and gasped from the way Jaejoong’s arm dropped to the ground after Yunho picked it up and let go.
“Yoochun!” Yunho turned with heaving breaths and Yoochun was with him in a second. “I took too much… What do I do?” There was no time for unnecessary words or fretting, right now he needed to know what had to be done. He felt disgusted by the purple still making him want to ravish Jaejoong. The green worry in his head and the black hate toward himself made his heart confused by all the emotions. He tried to push them away, tried to think.
“Drink from the deer, fast. Then let him drink from you.” Yoochun was quick to answer and Yunho was even faster to act it out.
He lowered his head and blocked out the guilt and thoughts of wrong. If Jaejoong was sick and this was what he had to do then he would. He was full, but hopefully he could get some more in him and then make Jaejoong drink as much as he needed and more to get satisfied. With this in his head he opened his mouth and tried to prepare for more blood to slide into his system. The purple intensified once again, but this time it was only a small presence behind his skull-it was nothing like drinking from Jaejoong. He felt none of that intoxicating, heart-swelling connection that he had when he had been drinking with Jaejoong in his arms.
But the crimson was still a second treasure to him (Jaejoong being the first), so he drank without much problem. The question was how much his body could hold, and he found when the purple was no longer lust for blood, but lust for sex, and he started to cough up the blood he was swallowing, his body was telling him to stop. He ran back to Jaejoong’s cold side and put one big palm under Jaejoong’s head. His hair that had been so midnight black had lost its touch of inky blue, even the softness and shine had left, and it laid flat against his white forehead. He looked like he was dying, but he was gazing with reassuring eyes at Yunho’s face. There was no real rush, no real danger. He was just weak.
“Come here, baby. Drink, take as much as you want.” Yunho lifted the hand that carefully cupped the back of Jaejoong’s head and brought it up to his tanned throat. Jaejoong licked his chapped lips, the red colour gone and turned to pink. The desire was there, so strong and the blood pumping in Yunho’s neck too alluring to look away from. It was there, he felt it and he wanted it more than anything, and right at that moment the weakness in his body turned to strength, determination and lust that guided his teeth into Yunho’s strong and warm pulse.
There was a hiss from Yunho’s lips as Jaejoong’s full ones wrapped around his vein in a bloody kiss of hunger. His fangs were already out and prepared, ready to draw in the offer and treasure, but fearing to take too much and repeat the horrid cycle. His teeth tore through the thick skin, like an armour that guarded his body from fatal bites and claws. Jaejoong’s, however, were strong and welcomed so they sunk in greedily to the hilt. He could feel Yunho’s smooth skin against his gums, the small hairs against his perfectly moist lips. Yunho’s fingers dug into his hair to feel his skull and Jaejoong moaned in satisfaction of what was to come. His heart pumped scarce amounts of blood around his fatigued body, and the more it pumped the weaker he felt. His salvation was flowing right under his mouth; the gateway was his dry throat that told his lips to suck the elixir out to quench the thirst and save himself. The connection he would get was felt in his chest, in his tightened stomach that would feel the intense passion and joy of sharing blood and getting life from the same man who brought him to life.
Jaejoong’s lips tightened around the small holes he made, making sure that nothing would escape his hungry mouth. Then, finally, he started drinking. The first drop of blood on his tongue was... more. Just so much more than when he had been drinking from the deer. The purple went off in his head again and it travelled from his brain down his body and all the way down to his curled toes. There was pleasure, content, satisfaction and delightfulness. The taste was overwhelming and almost numbing all his senses out, but it was the lust, the greed and the incredible love that made it so very addicting.
It was almost unreal. Under all his years as human he had never found something like this. Yunho was almost valued more in his eyes now, almost like a toddler that admired and depended on the adult that fed him. Yunho, his gorgeous, had always been so very precious to him, but this was a whole other feeling of dependence and trust. And the more he ate, the more he wanted to come closer to Yunho, the tighter he wanted Yunho to hold him.
He pressed his body with new strength against Yunho’s and his hands let go of Jaejoong’s hair to comply in a bruising embrace that pressed Jaejoong against his body. They were of equal strength now, but Jaejoong was still eating and slowly overpowering Yunho’s force. It was a push-and-pull game, but they played it in tune and with each other, not against. It was playful, but warm and loving. Needy, gentle, but rough on the edges that was slowly getting heavier and darker. The need was taking over the adoration and Jaejoong soon had to force his head away from Yunho’s warm neck. He was turning colder against Jaejoong, and that alone was enough to make him stop. That, and because as soon as he did he had Yunho’s tongue in his mouth.
They both found the space to groan before they pushed against each other again, too hot and too lusty to calm down from the inhuman high they were going through. Jaejoong’s hair tangled with Yunho’s long fingers and he leaned his head back to swallow more of Yunho’s tongue when he moved over Jaejoong’s smaller body.
If this was what blood lead them to, maybe feeding would not be such a problem after all.
Yunho pressed Jaejoong to the ground and pulled himself properly on top of him again. Yoochun’s presence was still behind them, but he did not know if he was watching them. Jaejoong moaned his name and Yunho groaned in lovely tones when Jaejoong’s soft hand crawled inside his pants. It was like déjà-vu, only this time Yunho really would kill someone for interrupting them. The need and greed was heavy, thick in the air that made it hard to see and even harder to think. He grabbed Jaejoong’s hips and slipped his hands down to hold onto the hem of his pants. They slid down easily past his thighs and Yunho let them rest for now around Jaejoong’s knees.
His thighs, if possible had gotten even more spectacular. They were small but supple in his hands, creamy with pale flesh and smooth skin. They tensed in his hold and he watched as Jaejoong kicked the pants off of his legs and separated them for him. He sunk in his with hips between the long limbs, fitting perfectly against the curve of Jaejoong. The man was burning through his underwear and Yunho didn’t know if he was pushing against Jaejoong’s hand on his erection or if he was trying to rub against Jaejoong’s hardness.
Jaejoong’s warm fingers caressed his shaft, feeling it before holding it steady against his palm. There was not a lot of time, the joining had to be done quickly and ferociously and Jaejoong settled with pumping it completely hard with fast hand movements. Yunho pulled Jaejoong’s underwear down whilst Jaejoong pushed Yunho’s clothes down enough to get his pulsating penis out. The penetration was easy, natural, and Yunho wasted no time waiting for an adjustment that was already there.
The desire was too egoistic to be called love making. Being their first time experiencing sharing blood, this was nothing but sating a thick and crazy need. Yunho held Jaejoong's hips still, trying to be as tender as possible whilst he drove into him repeatedly. Jaejoong squirmed and moaned, arched his back and tried to push against Yunho's firm hands. The sight was erotic, and Yunho had to close his eyes so that he wouldn't come before Jaejoong did. Their love making was rarely selfish; they went to bed to please the other, to enjoy the permission they had to touch one another, so Yunho had no intention of coming early when Jaejoong was groaning underneath him.
Jaejoong, however was not lacking sensation, and it didn't take long before he rolled his head back and came hard against Yunho's sweaty body.
They were dozing off, although not quite tired enough. Energy was still keeping them up and excited, but the need had been satisfied. Jaejoong stared at Yunho's calm face, serenely looking up at the cave's ceiling and the petite drops of water forming gigantic, beautiful crystals of white. They were sharp, pointy and much too alike a stake meant to kill their kind. At least, if he were to believe all the myths he had heard about vampires…
It was so strange. All of a sudden the sun was an enemy, a nature's wonder such as crystals looked life-threatening, whilst food and water were no longer even a small speck in their minds. And now, something so queasy as blood made their bodies boil in excitement. It was almost embarrassing, but also frustrating. He had always thought he could live on Jaejoong purely-he could go days without food or water, but two days without Jaejoong and his limbs seemed to just weaken on their own. Now, he could not say Jaejoong was his all, because this terrifying blood-lust controlled his every movement, even his desire to bed Jaejoong. He hated it, even more than the idea of drinking from a living creature. That was not his bother. He understood now what Yoochun had referred to when he spoke of losing control. Not only was it during the act of drinking, when you couldn't stop, but even now blood controlled them, ridding them of their own will and determination. Hopefully it was just temporary.
He'd have to talk to Yoochun about this, because he was getting concerned. He did not want the blood to control him, but neither did he want to be frightened of it. Could he make it? Could he live the rest of forever by Jaejoong's side, or would it become too much? He had to know, he did not like the risks.
A warm palm cupped his cheek and he turned to Jaejoong's direction. He was looking curiously but beautifully at him, eyes swimming with aftermath. Warmth and love. He was on his soft belly, legs raised behind him and twisted together by the ankles. Gorgeous, slender ankles that played with each other, short toes that wiggled in the air.
“Hey, calm down.”Jaejoong spoke softly and stroked a hand over Yunho's face. “You're getting hard again.”
Yunho looked down over his body, and between his strong thighs his penis was swelling. Yunho groaned and closed his eyes in frustration. “I'm sorry. I didn't even realise. You're a bit too appealing like this.”
Jaejoong smiled and scooted closer on his side, wrapping a leg around Yunho's thigh. “I'm not the only one being a bit too appealing, honey.” He pressed his hips closer, and Yunho didn't know if it was appropriate to feel a bit proud that Jaejoong, too, was on his way up again. A kiss brought them further into the purple strings in their heads, slowly spreading like a spider's web when Jaejoong crawled on top of Yunho's body, tongues mashing slowly and Yunho's hair ruffled up by Jaejoong's hand.
“You know we can't do it again,” Yunho said against his lips. He grabbed his moving hips to still the passion from rising too far. “Yoochun is coming back.”
Jaejoong's kisses didn't falter. “He saw the first half of the first round, he could watch again.” He pressed his lips down Yunho's neck, wetting his collarbones with his tongue and dragging his nails over his tense thigh. God, Yunho was so gorgeous. So strong, so solid, so sexy. How could he resist just one more time when the opportunity was right there, right underneath his naked body?
Yunho chuckled (at which Jaejoong unintentionally shivered). “Baby, we have all of forever to do this.” Yunho gently held Jaejoong's face in his hands and made sure to find eye-contact. “Right now we really need to learn and adjust, okay?”
“Listen to Yunho,” A voice spoke up and Jaejoong jumped but stayed plastered to Yunho's body. Yoochun smirked from the side and pushed himself off of the wall he had previously been leaning against. “You have all the time in the world for that, whereas I and Junsu won't be with you for very long.” Yunho rose slightly from the ground to grab his discarded shirt. He put it over his and Jaejoong's lower bodies and finally felt a bit comfortable again. For some reason though, showing himself naked in this body didn't seem as embarrassing as showing his human body. Not because of the looks, but because it didn't yet feel like his own.
They didn't get an opportunity to ask who Junsu was before a man appeared from the shadow of Yoochun's shoulder. He was shorter and where Yoochun was skinny, this man had more on his body. Jaejoong wouldn't call him chubby, just built differently than all the other three. Yunho was muscular, Jaejoong was slim, Yoochun was skinny and Junsu was larger, but also the only one he had seen that could actually look good with too much. It was the first person he had met that actually embraced his looks instead of standing out badly like a sore thumb. It was actually very beautiful on him.
His locks were almost golden and messy on his head, his skin rosier than Jaejoong's and lips plump and pink. He was the epitome of innocent and beautiful, looking like he just recently fell out of a cloud and landed in a dark tale where his fangs replaced his wings. His eyes were hard and didn’t harmonise with his otherwise soft face. They were baby blue, but screaming at them to take him seriously.
Around his waist Yoochun's arm had curled tight to his skin like a snake, and despite the quite sour look on Junsu's face he seemed to sink into the touch of his lover very well. Maybe his eyes had just lost the touch of smiling, of warmth and softness. They had after all no idea how he had been treated in his human life, or how he had gotten where he was now. Yunho and Jaejoong's orbs together constantly held a glow, weakness, strength and bliss because they were, after all, together. It was the soothing presence of the other that made it hard to look as cold as Junsu did.
“Hello,” Junsu greeted, and when he smiled slightly at them, Jaejoong couldn't help but think that the lack of spark in his eyes were most probably a bother Junsu wanted to get rid of. Something he couldn't control. Yoochun seemed even grander in his eyes for actually giving emotionless eyes a chance and managing to fall in love. Jaejoong himself knew that it was Yunho's eyes that made him weak, that made him soar, cry and gullible. For some reason, he felt terrible, but he couldn't deny that he felt extremely lucky that at the end of the day it was Yunho's warm eyes that would look at him. That would love him and worship him.
Yunho smiled back and discretely tried to find their clothes around them. He could only stand so much awkwardness now that it was finally sinking in. When you actually started speaking it felt stupid to be lying skin to skin with your lover, having just recently made love to each other.
He got a hold of Jaejoong's shirt and handed it over, speaking a quick thank you when Yoochun and Junsu turned their backs to allow them some privacy to get dressed.
Yunho instantly got up and found their underwear, putting them on and throwing Jaejoong the rest of his clothes while he got dressed himself.
“Presentable?” Yoochun asked with amusement, peeking over his shoulder just as they were buckling up their pants.
“Yes, it's fine,”Yunho answered and the two vampires turned around again. “So, you're Yoochun's...?”
“Lover, yes,” Junsu nodded and Yoochun smiled at Yunho, again proudly wrapping his arm around Junsu.
“For ten years now.”There was pride in his tone, but also a tenderness that showed on the roses on Junsu's cheeks. He looked up into Yoochun's face, and the smile he gave him was serene and happy. They were lost in their own world.
A/N: You haven't lost interest in the story yet I hope? There are still some things left to happen ^^ Nooow, comment please~? I want to hear from you guys again! This time I've promised myself that I will sit down and reply to you all! <3