Devil in the Night part 1
Title: Devil in the Night
Length: 1/2
Author: tftcproductions
Rating: NC-17
Genre: sex, romance, slight horror
Summary: Melting like ice, hissing like cats. The bass of the club pounds the floor Yunho walks on, making his uneven steps lead the university student to the alluring siren's call of the experienced Kim Jaejoong. A one night stand on all Hallow's Eve, demons watching, witches cackling, makes for a lasting story.
plot by mathildac3
A girl walked up to the dormitory billboard, a big smile on her face and a spring in her step. She pulled a pile of jet black papers away from her chest, slipped one of them off the top, and taped it over a handful of other brightly colored flyers strewn across the billboard. With a smile and a nod, she dubbed it placed and spun around on her heels to continue her work, when a short skinny student stepped into her path, preventing her from going about her business.
"Would you mind if I took one of those flyers?" he smirked, tilting his head at the girl. His greasy grin made her blush bright pink and she quickly slipped another one from the pile and poked it towards his chest. Then she jumped off with an excited, breathy squeak. Yoochun glanced over the flyer, looking at the one on the billboard and then back to the one in his hand, giving himself a click of his tongue, approving of the announcement on it. He jogged up the narrow hallway to his dorm room and walked inside it, as he had left the door standing open.
"Hey, Min, check out this out!" he yelled as he turned into the small room. Changmin, who was standing in the kitchen with a mug, turned and sheepishly made his way over. "It's a flyer to some wild sex party."
The tall boy took it with a slight disinterest but the further his eyes raked down the page the wider they got. "Damn," he laughed when he dropped it from in front of his face, "this sounds like some party. Getting paired with a sex partner based on pure chance handed out to you by a demon. I want to go!"
From the small living room a low grunt interrupted the two's laughter. "Sounds stupid to me," someone gruffly voiced out.
Yoochun and Changmin knowingly swapped glances before walking up behind the couch the third boy was lounging on. His handsome face was buried in a thick school book but his eyes shifted up to meet his friends. "Yunho," Changmin cooed, "you should come with us."
"Ha," Yunho snorted. "I don't want to go. Catching some venereal disease doesn't sound fun, Min. I will be studying for finals this weekend like you two should!"
"Finals are not for another month, Yunho," Yoochun pointed out with a confused glance at Changmin. The tall boy nodded and they both turned to Yunho with cocked eyebrows. "One night for freedom shouldn't be too much of a stretch."
The other simply shrugged towards them. "It's good to get a head start, you can never be over prepared,-" Yoochun broke him off with a loud grunt.
"There's such a thing as too much of a head start, Yunho." Yoochun groaned as he hooked one leg over the arm of the couch and sat beside his friend. "I hardly think that one party would kill your grades." He added with a shrug and a smirk.
Yunho closed his book with a loud clap and sighed "You know as well as Changmin that I don't like parties. Especially those kinky nightmares you go to. Sex should be romantic, between two people who are in love, not between two complete strangers who know nothing about each other." the student explained, hoping they would give up their efforts. But like many times prior, his pleas fell on deaf ears.
"Yunho, all you do is sit in here and read, and study. Now, I understand the necessity of a good grade, but it isn't the key to everything," Changmin paused in his response. Everyone in the room had heard it before but that never changed the way it made a somber sadness play along Yunho's handsome face. He knew that his education wasn't everything and knew its stress was starving him. "If you never try, you never know," the tall boy finished with as little words as he could.
The trump card had been played. Yunho groaned when he felt the yearning pull in his chest that he knew would lead him nowhere. "Fine. I will go. But only this once. And I am not sleeping with anyone, no matter how hard you two try and get me to."
Yoochun reached his hand out without looking away from Yunho and Changmin slapped it in victory. He waved his hands as he stood up to motion towards the hallway. "Yeah, yeah, yeah, whatever. Now go try to find something to wear that isn't boring." He ordered, shoving Yunho off the couch and watching with a low smirk as he trudged into his bedroom.
When the weekend came around Yunho was clutching his hands in tight fists wishing his roommates would have forgotten about the whole ordeal. Yet when Yoochun slipped his styled hair into the crack of the other boy's door and reminded him to get dressed in the simplest demand a smile could make, he knew that it was too late to try and wiggle his way out of it.
Yunho's closet was sparse in terms of dress clothes. He had a few stiff dress shirts that he had stashed for job interviews but most of his wardrobe consisted of polo shirts, canvas shorts, and naturally worn out jeans. The few styled items he did have Changmin took great pleasure in telling him were an eye sore. Yunho groaned and wiped a hand down his face as he stood in front of his closet. Already laying on his bed was a button up white shirt he had picked but he didn't know what slacks to wear. He was torn between trying for tan or black, both something he knew would get him laughed at. Then he peaked from the top of his fingers and spotted in the corner of his top shelf a white clothing box he had stashed away. He walked back into his closet and pulled the box down with a small smile. Inside was a pair of dress slacks his father had gotten him for Christmas. They were expensive and fit the boy better than any other pair he had, but his father had shown where Yunho got his own bad taste from and ordered them in a dark maroon color. He dressed in the still starched and ill fitting shirt then slipped on the dress slacks, admiring the way they fit his bottom half, the way they hugged his legs, but still were plenty loose enough to move around in. Slipping on his socks, he hopped on one foot into the living room where Yoochun and Changmin were waiting.
"What? Are you in a hurry?" Yoochun laughed as the other boy finished putting on his socks while propped up on the wall.
"Yes, actually, I want this to be over," Yunho responded with a flustered voice.
Just as Yunho had expected, Changmin jumped on his wardrobe, "What the hell are you wearing?" He made a long stride over to where Yunho was readying his defense of his pants. "That shirt doesn't even fit you!" Changmin continued, pulling at the excess fabric making the man's large chest look twice its size. "I'm going to get you one of my shirts," he turned on his heels without giving his friend time to stop gaping.
The two left could only share a knowing shrug before the tall boy was back with a coat hanger in tow. He held up the ebony black shirt for Yunho to see its thin, nicely cut fabric and silver buttons before he pushed it on him. He huffed but took off his shirt and buttoned up the black one, letting Changmin toss his old one on the couch. After he tucked it into his belt he held out his arms. "Well?" he asked. He could feel that the fabric was tight on him and his will to cover his chest was bickering at him. Changmin gave him a once over. He unbuttoned the top few buttons, exposing a bit of Yunho's toned chest. "There." He nodded, satisfied with Yunho's transformation. "Now we can be seen in public with you."
"I like that it's tight," Yoochun crossed his arms and tilted his head too look around Yunho's body, "it matches your tight pants."
Changmin snorted, "Let’s just go and stop looking at his ass, alright!"
With loud laughter and more nagging on Yunho's outfit, the three went out to Yoochun's car and made the sort drive into town to find the club. It was easier to spot than other's had been not just because there was a photo of the entrance on the flyer, but because it was in a dark, damp, run down part of the night life neighborhood. It was new, the flyer said that, but it's seclusion from any other business made it seem like it was inclusive and almost fantastically grand. A tightness formed in Yunho's throat as they pulled up and got out, but his friends were nothing but excited.
They went into the back of a short line of people all standing on the sidewalk. They were wearing typical nightclub clothing, but each had incorporated something different, Yunho didn't want to say creepy, into their outfits. A man in front of them was wearing a simple tight leather pants and clenched waistcoat, but when he turned around Yunho saw he had contacts on that made his eyes pure white. There was a pair of men standing close to the front of the line who had two floor length capes on that were slung over their shoulders to show the red satin that lined the inside. And right in front of them a girl turned around and tipped her pointed witch hat at Changmin, and the boy opening checker out her reveling tubetop and skirt that were made to look like spider webs. Yunho felt like he had shown up at a Halloween masquerade without a costume, under-dressed, but Yoochun reassured him by showing that that if he unbuttoned a bit of his shirt it will go a long way. Yunho didn't want to make his tight shirt any more uncomfortable so he just relied on his black and red to fit the color requirements.
When they reached the bouncer, they all gave up the small entrance fee and went inside the wide double doors. Inside was a complete opposite to the simple brick building it was housed in. There were two stories cut out into a huge open floor. A balcony that was lined with glass half walls and neon lights overlooked a dance floor that sprawled the majority of the area and was filled to it's edges with people. A DJ sat on a raised platform that was rigged to strobe lights that flashed an array color in a mindless pattern. The area that Yoochun and Changmin were leading him into though was for sitting and consisted of small glass tables with tall backed black chairs and a wall lined with black leather booths. Lights were completely shut down save for the red candles burning on each individual table top. Just as they were about to hunt for a place to sit, a woman stepped in front of them with a raised hand and practiced smile.
"Welcome," she greeted in a pretty voice and took the flyer from Yoochun's hand without him having offered it. With an extended arm she led them over to the bar. Changmin whistled at how her uniform, that was designed to look like a shortened flapper dress, swayed with the movement of her hips. When they reached the bar on the far end of the wall all three boys looked down at a section of the bar that was cut out to make room for a huge glass bowl standing three feet high and curving out towards the sides like the rim had been pinched and pulled. It was filled with bracelets, blue, red, and another that was a mix of colors, and the woman reached in to pull out three for them. Yoochun and Changmin smiled as they held out their arms for the woman to slip on their red bracelets, but when she turned to Yunho the man was hesitant to allow her to put on the blue one reading number 6. Changmin nudged him and she was able to slip it on with a soft touch and a knowing smirk.
As she walked away Yunho felt like he wanted to shiver, but the club was too hot. "Let’s get drinks!" Yoochun pointed at the bar and lead them over to where a bartender who was as pretty and dressed the same as the other woman was smiling at them. Yunho couldn't hear his friends as they ordered three matching drinks in tall glasses. It was a light yellow, almost green, in color and it glimmered in the strobe lights as it was passed down the bar.
Yunho brought the cup to his lips and took a timid sip. As soon as the bitter alcohol burnt his tongue his face contorted in an ugly grimace. He screwed his eyes closed, swallowed hard, then snapped his head up to growl at his friends. "What the hell was that?" He demanded.
"It was tequila," Yoochun had his eyebrows lowered like it was an obvious answer, "It's supposed to loosen you up. You are way too uptight. I figured it would help."
Yunho didn't know much about the lifestyle of parties, but he knew when his friends gave him something with high alcohol content they wanted to get him drunk quickly. "Come on you guys, this is why I didn't want to come." Yunho said angrily, standing up and lifting his hand to get the bartenders attention. "I think I will get my own drink." He ordered the first brand of beer that crossed his mind and stormed off just as the cold neck was pressed into his palm. The two were left to pay for it.
From the edge of the dance floor, one foot on the raised lightened platform and the other pointing towards the bar, a man had a smile on his face. His tight, leopard print jeans demanded attention even when bathed in bright red lights. His loose, black shirt was cut deep to show every curve of his chest, and when he leaned over he loved the way people slid their eyes down his flat stomach. On his wrist the color blue of his bracelet was muted in the colored light, and on it the number 9 sat upright.
The man had entered the club with his mind set on getting laid. His ass was already itching for a hot cock to fill it up. But after an hour of scouring the dance floor and tables the man could not find another guy with the number 9. He was sneaking around with a short glass of scotch on the rocks when he spotted Yunho stomp off away from the bar. The boy found a leather couch on the other end of the club and was absentmindedly playing with the perspiring neck of his unopened beer. The man's prowling smirk turned into a frown when he spotted the number 6 on his blue bracelet. Even though it was different, the man had reached the end of his patience. He took off his bracelet and turned it around to be a 6 before stalking towards his match.
Yunho shifted on the couch as he popped open the beer, sipping the cool malt drink. It tasted a lot better than what the two of his roommates had gotten him. He didn't want to be there, and he was content with hiding from everyone for the night. The couch he had found felt secluded enough, but a warm wind hit the back of his neck before he even got comfortable. A man leaned over the couch Yunho was on and whispered in his ear, "Found you," while holding out his bracelet clad arm. Yunho flinched away and tried to scoot down the opposite end of the couch, but the man poked his head over the other side of his shoulder and stopped him inches from his lips. Yunho skidded to a stop and gaped at the stranger's wide eyes until he regained his senses and jumped away.
When he stood up and turned around to confront him, the man was gone. Yunho starred agape at the empty back of the couch.
The brunette stood there looking at the dance floor behind the couch, none of the people he could see looked like the black haired stranger and he faintly started to think it might have just been his imagination. Then a pair of long naked arms slid around Yunho's back and grabbed two handfuls of the boy's zipper. Yunho squeaked with surprise and spun around in the other's arms. He looked wide eyed at the stranger as he started walking around him, pushing him with his half exposed chest, and with a feline grace he stepped one foot up on the leather couch. The man beckoned with his long pale fingers for Yunho to follow him as he stepped over the back of the couch and jumped into the throng on the dance floor.
Yunho's mouth was as wide as his eyes as the man disappeared and the student was left with the option to follow or to stay. A part of him figured the man would quickly forget him and move on if he didn't play the game, but something else tugged at his neck like a leash, a little gossamer red thread that hesitantly pulled the man around the couch and to the end of the dance floor. Curiosity killed the cat, he thought to himself about the painfully tight leopard print pants covering the strangers lithe legs and half hard cock. His beer was left on the ground and heavy feet stepped up onto the lightened tiles and molded into the puzzle of people, however jagged he may have felt.
The music was far too loud and the bodies made everything about the dance floor hotter than it seemed it should be. Yunho's tight black shirt felt sticky in little time and regret pushed lightly at him. As he got farther in the idea of turning around seemed nicer and nicer, and he was a second from swimming to the nearest shore, when those arms again snaked themselves around his waist. He jumped, it was unavoidable, and the other's laughter seemed to fit right in with the music assaulting his ears.
"Finally," the man hissed lightly. His eyes raked over Yunho's body hungrily. His hands gripped the inch higher shoulders tightly and dragged themselves down to cup and squeeze the pecks that were badly covered by his shirt. "Damn, boy," the stranger all but moaned, "I'm gonna have fun tonight."
"Excuse me, but-" Yunho pushed the man's hand off his body and held them down between their waists, "what does that mean?"
The stranger's androgynous face scrunched up in a wild laugh, his mouth showing rows of white teeth and a smile that made Yunho too shy to look at. "What does that mean," he repeated in a breathy giggle, "what do you think it means!" Yunho looked back at him in silent confusion for a second before the man stretched out their paired hands and used his free fingers to pinch the student's maroon clad inner thigh. When Yunho jumped again the stranger laughed and pulled his hands away.
"Holy fuck, you are so cute!" He grabbed the other's hips and pulled himself up onto them, grinding his tight pants hard onto the growing erection completely visible under the tight fabric. Yunho instantly bucked back into the man, his arms tightly clapping his elbows and pulling the man closer into his chest. The stranger's smile was ever growing as he slipped his hand off his waist and pulled out the crisp black shirt from under Yunho's belt. He pulled the front of his shirt up and ripped the bottom two buttons, revealing the student's surprisingly flat stomach, before Yunho shook his hands free and stepped out of reach.
A scared, almost vulnerable, look crossed his face as he tried to process the stranger. He looked him up and down, taking in his outlandish outfit and devilish smirk. "Wh- who are you?"
The man smiled and he placed his hands over his hips. " Kim Jaejoong," he introduced simply, cocking one leg out farther than the other to make his body more curved than it was before. "And I'm your match for the night." When Yunho's face didn't change from the slack jawed shocked rabbit look, Jaejoong groaned through his smile. He lifted one hand to touch the torn dress shirt and expertly slid the next button open with his index finger and thumb. "Now do you wanna dance with me, or sleep with me?"
Yunho gulped loudly, brushing his hands over his chest to push the other man's hands off him. "I'm really sorry," he said while shaking his head stiffly, "but I think-," he was cut off by Jaejoong's hand cupping one of his ass cheeks.
"Butt?" Jaejoong hisses into the man's neck.
Yunho shivered and tried to shake him off again. "But I think you got the wrong guy! I can't do this with you!" He pushed the smaller male back by his shoulders and looked at him with wide eyes. Jaejoong looked back at him with a worrisome question before clicking his tongue together and slapping the other's arms away.
"What do you mean you can't do this? You signed up for it didn't you?" he growled.
"No!" Yunho managed to shout through the lump in his throat. He swallowed thick and tried to will away his flight instinct pecking at him. "But, I mean- yes I did come here! But... but I don't want to...," he trailed off with another gulp of his words and looked down at his shoes.
He couldn't bring himself to say the words, but his bright red cheeks were obvious and they made Jaejoong smile. "What do you want, hum?" the stranger teased. "Go on, tell me what you don't want us to do," he drawled out the word us with a lick of his plump, red lips. The front of Yunho's pants got tighter and it made him want to just turn and run away.
"I don't want to do anything!" He yelled, clutching the front of his torn shirt and taking a step back. "I don't want-,"
"How about just a dance then?" through the music Jaejoong's voice was sweet and his smile was tying him to the ground like his own insecurities were trying to drag him under it. The stranger closed the distance between them and cupped his shoulder with a squeeze. "Let's dance. And go get paired at least."
Yunho was caught off guard at the last sentence. He hadn't heard anything about getting paired, he didn't know what Jaejoong as talking about. "Paired?" he repeated in question.
"Mmhm," Jaejoong pointed with one ivory finger up towards the lit balcony area. Yunho followed and squinted as he tried to make out anything beyond the glass. He could see the figure of a large chair in the middle of the room, but nothing else. His eyes narrowed more and he tried to instinctively lean closer, but just as he did another couple swooped between the chair and his vision. Their abrupt appearance made the student jump and that set off Jaejoong laughing again. The other's face flushed pink and Jaejoong loved how the tip of his ears were rosy to match. "He is the party host," Jaejoong explained lightly, "you go up and show him your matching bracelets, then he decides if you are a good couple for the night. Matchmaker, basically."
"So, you go to this guy and he tells you to... do it?" Yunho responds through a shallow gulp.
Jaejoong's feline smirk was ripping at his face when the student insisted on evading the words Jaejoong had used so many times that night already. Many of times Jaejoong had met innocent boys, and church going boys, who didn't want to even act like sex existed and they had always pissed the man off greatly. But with Yunho, he was nothing more than a little bunny scared and folding his ears around his head. Jaejoong just hoped that he was reading it as scared and not unwanting, but he really wanted Yunho. "Don't worry," Jaejoong shrugged lightly, "we won’t be fucking right away. We can dance or get some drinks afterwards." He watched as Yunho nodded but the boy was hesitant to respond. "Or would you rather dance with me now?"
Yunho looked from Jaejoong to the people dancing around them. They were all packed in so tightly, pressed against each other as close as their bones would allow. Their bodies were grinding down against each other and hands stroked every inch of the miles of exposed skin. Yunho knew that dry humping wasn't a difficult move, but he didn't know if he could. His cock was standing hard in his pants and if Jaejoong pressed against him one more time with his delicious, foreign heat and under the pulsing red lights Yunho was sure he would cum in his pants. And he knew that the pretty stranger might laugh at him, he really didn't want that. "I... no... I don't want to dance. Sorry," he explained still looking out to the dance floor.
Letting out a small frustrated sigh, Yunho turned back to Jaejoong just in time to see the man run a milky hand through the fringe of his hair. The silky tresses fell back onto his forehead, already perspiring and creased from his furrowing his eyebrows, so gently it was as if it were slow motion. Yunho felt his chest thumping loudly as the raven haired man ran his hand down to his exposed collar bone while shaking his head. "It's alright, don't say sorry," he laughed again, this time covering his wide smile with his hand. It was a tightly woven coil of fire pressed against his throat as Yunho watched Jaejoong's finger play over his plump lips. Yunho swallowed thickly as he watched the man press his fingertips into his high cheek bone, while his lips pressed against the palm of his hand. The student craned his neck over and tried to see his perfect lips from behind the ivory finger's but they stayed evasive, and that made Yunho's heart pump as erratic as his cock felt. Jaejoong's laughter faded out with one shallow breath and he flicked his eyes up to look into Yunho's dumbfounded expression. The two locked their gazes and swallowed thickly in sync. Jaejoong's fingers tightened on his mouth as he was pinned under the desire boiling from the other boy's pretty brown eyes. He let his hand drop slowly, not blinking because he didn't know what would happen if he looked away.
"Ha," he breathed out, dispelling the suffocating tension, then broke into a smirk. "Let’s go," he snatched the boy's hand from his side roughly before running off the dance floor.
Jaejoong led Yunho up the stairs at the far wall of the club. He was expecting Yunho to not want to hold hands while they bounded up the tall staircase, but the opposite, Yunho was holding his hand tightly. Their hands were a perfect fit in the others. Jaejoong's hand was not lost but rather tightly cocooned and cradled in the rough feeling, warm, long fingers. Jaejoong felt flustered as they walked; his heart started pattering and pattering like a school girl holding the hand of her older crush.
All too quickly, lost in their hand holding, they reached the top of the staircase. Standing in a wide hallway leading up to a leather covered door, a woman in a floor length purple gown motioned to them with a wide, languid swoop of her gloved hand to come towards the door. As Yunho got closer, he saw that the leather had been embroidered with metal staples and designed to mimic the look of a gothic cathedral window. The leather was shined and polished cleanly but it was obviously very old. With a smirk from under the lace veil masking her face, the woman pushed open the door and let the two inside.
There was no strip of light coming in from the open door because it was just as dark inside as in the hallway. Yunho felt instantly uncomfortable and unwelcome in the darkness, like he was about to hit a brick wall, but he was following Jaejoong's wide shoulders as the smaller man led them into the room with an even stride. Without the stranger's glossy shirt Yunho was sure he would have turned right back around. The idea of relying on the man in such a way made Yunho's throat contract in a bitter taste. He had just met the pretty boy and was already clutching to his gaudy outfit like a lost child in an amusement park. Jaejoong was so forward and so confident, almost arrogant, but his sure smile made Yunho want to follow him wherever he went, and it was scary.
The floor inclined a bit and Yunho shuffled his blacked out dress shoes up the carpet to finally see where the light came out over the half glass walls. Multicolored neon lights and the red from the dance floor lit up a lone chair against the far wall. Jaejoong stepped aside and Yunho was finally able to see the man sitting on it. A deep moan of fear bit out from Yunho as he tried to move more than just a shiver under the stare of the matchmaker. The man was wearing a mask, dark red in color, and brighter red in the lights. It was sculpted to look like the face of the devil, grinning from ear to ear and showing an impressive row of sharp canine teeth. His cheekbones were pointed and his chin dragged down in an inhuman way, with bushy eyebrows and a long goatee hanging down over the collar of his obviously expensive shirt. Slits in the mask allowed his eyes to look through and it made Yunho nauseous when their pale green color locked with his own.
"Welcome," his voice was low and dragged at the end. Its deep tone was laced with a humored arrogance that fit perfectly with the eerie smile on the mask's face. "Jaejoong, I've never seen you with someone like...," he took a pause to suck in a muffled breath, the mask shook as he cocked his head to look from the man to the shaking student, "him."
"Yeah, well, these bracelets are random, you know?" Jaejoong forced his pretty laughter but it now felt out of place to Yunho, who was still trapped in those fearsome green eyes.
"Hardly," the matchmaker dragged out the world like it was a snake slithering from his throat. He turned his head to face Jaejoong again and Yunho breathed an air of release when the black haired man took the gaze a lot better than he did. He watched Jaejoong shrug and approach the matchmaker with a relaxed step. A bitter thought swam into Yunho's mind when he considered why Jaejoong was so relaxed in the horror house set up. The beauty had obviously been there many times, the demon knew him by name, and he was comfortable enough to get within arms length of the creation. Lists of other men he had to have brought along side ran through the air and made Yunho's head swim with a startling bright shade of green envy that matched the glowing eyes looking out of the demon's face.
"We just need you to get us matched, okay?" Jaejoong broke Yunho's thoughts and sanity as he held up his bracelet clad hand in front of the matchmakers face. "I finally found a match, you should be happy for me." The devil lifted one hand from the arm of his chair and wrapped his red stained fingers and long black painted nails around the man's slender wrist. His other hand lifted to curl around the bracelet that was hanging from the ivory hand and gently turn the number so he could read it. The agonizingly slow caressing of the blue painted strip on Jaejoong's wrist had the other man's cheeks burning. When the host turned and beckoned with one hand for Yunho to approach him, Yunho was able to set aside his gnawing fear just to get to Jaejoong's side.
The devil's hands lifted Yunho's arm and Jaejoong's arm side by side in front of him. He looked at their bracelets and it took less than a blink for a small, unnerving, sound of chuckling to start rolling from under his mask. Yunho instinctively twitched in the hold on his arm to try and move away but the talons around his wrist were locked tight. "Naughty, naughty," he breathed out through his shallow laughter, shaking their arms as if mocking them. Yunho looked over at Jaejoong wondering what he meant when he saw the pretty boy's face was powdered pink and shyly turned down.
"Wha-," he started to ask, but was cut off by Jaejoong's low voice.
"Just match us so we can go and get some free drinks then," Jaejoong's voice was at a snarl, but his tone did nothing to change the mask's knowing smirk. His elongated, red painted fingers rubbed once up Jaejoong's skinny forearm, caressing the ivory shined skin and scratching with his black nails as he slipped his hand up and down. Goosebumps rose on his skin and Jaejoong bit his cheek, wishing he would just get on with it. Beside him Yunho was afire with not hesitancy, but a growing animalistic annoyance that until the two turned to look at him he hadn't know was coming out of him in a low growl.
The matchmaker let out a low cackle, a clicking and deep laughter that slipped over the pairs skin like ice and turned their attention back to the devil. He hooked his fingers on the bracelets and slipped them from their wrists. Then he picked one red wire from a stack of them in a shallow black box on the table beside him and wrapped the bracelets in it before throwing them onto the floor under the table. "This world is full of demons," the matchmaker cast his green eyes up at Yunho and held him there, "wandering in the fog of sin. There in red in the darkness of night, but you couldn't see it unless you tried." He turned his smirk slowly towards Jaejoong's trained expressionless face. "Cats in the alley eat rats," green beams flicked back to Yunho and the student's breath caught in his throat painfully, "how do you break an animal of the taste of blood?"
Neither boy answered, instead they watched the devil watch them with an upturned jaw and his canine teeth smirk reaching his eyes. "Beat it," he bit out sharply from under the mask. Yunho thought it was the answer to the question until Jaejoong took his upper arm and started leading him away, and then he supposed it was an order to get out. The two walked with Jaejoong searing him until they had reached the bottom of the stair case.
Yunho was visibly shaken up. His hands were clutched in fists and he rubbed them together as if he were trying to make the feeling of that demon's claws leave his skin. As annoying as it should have been to see the taller man so shaken just by a man in a mask, Jaejoong felt a little pity for the boy. He remembered the first time he came to the club, strutting like a cock in a hen house, yet when he was inside and saw the grandness of the club and it's morbid host he was sobered up a bit more than he would have liked to been. After his tenth time coming back he gradually grew accustomed to the atmosphere and inhabitants of the night and fell in to place as one himself. But Yunho wasn't near to becoming anything like that, and Jaejoong thought that no matter how much Yunho is introduced to he will forever hold onto this innocence and normalcy, and that was very endearing for the jaded raven haired man.
"Why don't we go get something to drink," Jaejoong suggested. Yunho nodded in return and allowed the man take his elbow and lead him over to the bar. They settled into two open stools in the middle of the bar, the bartender flashing a knowing smile at the pair.
Yunho buried his face in his hands as it dawned on him that this night might have been enchanted by some spell the beautiful stranger had sung over him, and it might last all night.
A/N: lj told me this was too long for a oneshot. Click here for part 2