[Fic] Minseok's Birthday Bash Part Two
Title: Can't Stop Now
Pairing: Minseok/Yixing
Rating: NC17
Length: 1300w
Summary: Blowjobs during school hours are generally a Bad Idea.
"We don't have time for this," Minseok breathes even as he tightens his fingers in Yixing’s hair to keep him from moving. Yixing looks up at Minseok with wide, pleading eyes, like the one thing he wants most in this world is Minseok’s cock deep in his mouth. It’s a fight that Minseok lost before it even started, earning a smile from Yixing as he removes the last barrier between Minseok’s dick and his mouth.
Minseok tries not to think about where they are, about how many others have been in this same closet in an attempt to steal a little time for themselves. The door is locked and Minseok hears the bell ringing in the hall to signal the start of lunch period. Technically, he and Yixing should be in the cafeteria, but Minseok’s never been able to resist Yixing, especially when he gets touchy and leaves an itch skating over Minseok’s skin.
It still doesn’t mean Minseok isn’t highly aware that they’re in school and even if the door is locked from the inside, the janitor and Principal Wu both have a key. And if they’re caught, well. . . Minseok hates to think about the consequences.
That train of thought soon goes off-track when he feels Yixing’s warm lips on the tip of his cock and a soft hand wrapping around him to tug him into hardness. Yixing is well practiced at this, getting Minseok hot and bothered and panting for more without too much time wasted. Yixing wets all of him, a shiver running up Minseok’s spine just before his cock is sucked into Yixing’s mouth.
Minseok’s head hits against the wall, his lips parted to pant into the air and eyes screwed shut because keeping them open is a reminder of where they are. All he wants to think about is how amazing Yixing feels around him, how much he loves his boyfriend and his fucking crazy libido and knowing that when school is out, they’re going to end up fucking before they can make it to the bedroom.
Yixing swallows around Minseok’s cock and Minseok has to choke down the moan that nearly escapes. Silence is still key, but Yixing seems intent on making Minseok break it. One of Yixing’s hands travels around to Minseok’s ass, fingers wet with saliva as they slide down his crack and circle his rim. Minseok instinctively spreads his legs wider, weight slumping further on the wall. He can feel Yixing smiling around his cock before the tip of a finger pushes inside him.
Minseok moans loud, forgetting himself as he clenches and his hips attempt to jerk forward. If not for Yixing grabbing his side, Minseok would have choked him with his dick. It wouldn’t be such a terrible punishment, but Yixing isn’t known for letting something like that slide either.
Yixing curls his finger, his tempo increasing and Minseok tries to ignore the trickle of sweat that’s running down his neck and the dust that’s probably staining his clothes and the knees of Yixing’s pants. The winding pressure is demanding and Minseok falls prey, his fingers tightening in Yixing’s hair only a moment before he comes.
Yixing swallows it with a smack of his lips, his tongue licking over the crown of Minseok’s cock to catch it all. Minseok is pretty sure he used up all his good luck in life when he landed Yixing. His boyfriend stands, leaning in to give Minseok a nice, deep kiss. Minseok runs his palm down the front of Yixing’s pants, pressing the heel on Yixing’s cock just to feel the vibrations of his moan.
Minseok sucks Yixing’s tongue into his mouth, slipping a thigh between Yixing’s legs and rolling his hips. Yixing whines and his hands clutch at Minseok’s sides, jaw slack as Minseok goes faster, harder.
“Fuck, baby, stop,” Yixing says suddenly, pushing himself away from Minseok who is a little confused. “I’m about to come in my pants and we have two periods left.”
Minseok can’t help the laugh that bubbles out, slapping a hand over his mouth to keep it quiet because this is ridiculous. Yixing doesn’t look quite as amused, but he’s still sexy as hell with his wet, swollen lips and fucked up hair. If Minseok wasn’t already sated from that wonderful blowjob, he would be tempted to pull Yixing to the floor with him and fuck him here and now.
But as it is, Yixing is standing with his hands on his hips, looking particularly cross and Minseok is trying to regain his composure when the door to the closet swings open. The light that floods in is so much brighter than the dim bulb inside and Minseok is temporarily blinded.
He hears a deep sigh before he can see Principal Wu through squinted eyes. Minseok’s stomach promptly rolls over and he skates a hand down to make sure his pants are buttoned. They’re not.
“My office,” Principal Wu instructs and Yixing and Minseok both follow him out into the hall, keeping several paces behind him.
Minseok’s cheeks are flaming in embarrassment as he fixes his pants and runs fingers through his hair to make sure he doesn’t look too disheveled. Yixing, however, doesn’t seem to care. He’s walking a little funny because he’s still hard and that fact alone has Minseok swallowing thick over the lump in his throat.
The click of the door closing behind them feels like the final nail in Minseok’s coffin and his stomach coils tighter, his shoulders hunching down even as Yixing stands unaffected next to him.
“What am I going to do with you two?”
Yixing snorts, completely unabashed. “It’s not like we took to fucking on your desk,” he retorts.
Minseok’s mouth falls open and he stares at Yixing with an odd mix of pride and fear.
“Yixing -”
“Yifan, you should make sure your blinds are all the way down before you decide spanking Coach Kim is a good idea.”
Minseok watches as the man in front of him goes deathly pale before bright red fills in his cheeks. “Th-that was after hours,” he protests weakly.
“You and Jongin?” Minseok asks in surprise only to see Yifan turning a deeper shade of red.
“That’s not the point,” Yifan says after clearing his throat. “You two are teachers - role models - and as such, I can’t have you messing around during school hours.”
Yixing looks ready to say something that can’t possibly be good for either of their careers, so Minseok cuts him off quickly. “You’re right.” Yixing levels a glare at Minseok who does his best to ignore it. “We’re teachers and we will keep our hands to ourselves during school hours.”
Yixing doesn’t look particularly pleased, but Yifan seems to relax, sliding two fingers under his tie to loosen it. “That’s all I’m asking.”
They leave the Principal’s office in silence, Minseok on a course for the cafeteria until Yixing grabs his arm and pulls him through the nearest door - the girl’s bathroom. “Yixing -”
Yixing pushes Minseok against the wall and kisses him hard in much the same way he had earlier in the closet. It’s how they got into this mess in the first place and Minseok loves Yixing, but he doesn’t want to lose his job.
“That was close,” Yixing breathes when Minseok finally shoves him away.
“Close? We got caught!”
Yixing is smiling when he steps forward, arms on either side of Minseok’s head as he leans in. “When we get home, we’re going to finish what we started.”
Yixing leaves and Minseok finds himself glued to the wall, knees locked and pulse pounding loud in his ears. Now how is he supposed to get through the rest of the day?
Title: It All Comes Tumbling Down
Pairing: Minseok/Zitao
Rating: NC17
Length: 3300w
Warnings: a/b/o, knotting, self-lubrication, rimming, mentions of mpreg
Summary: Minseok is an omega currently pining over the hot alpha who lives across the hall.
The clinic is busy today - patients, deliveries, emergency calls - and Minseok is definitely starting to feel it. His feet ache and his head is starting to throb, no thanks in part to the little tiff he had to break up between an alpha and a beta both claiming paternity of a rather indifferent omega’s unborn child. It had taken half the staff to get them separated and out the door, forcing them to go in different directions to cool off.
Minseok is stuck suffering the aftereffects. He can knock off in about an hour to grab a quick lunch, but at this rate he’s not sure if the place can manage without him. One of the nurses had called in this morning, leaving Minseok alone to check-in patients and get them situated in a room to be taken care of. It also leaves him with a phone ringing off the hook and a stack of files sitting hidden behind the counter to be sorted when there’s a lull.
There must be something in the air today.
Minseok is sorting through a newly opened box of pamphlets - Tying The Knot - 12 Things An Omega Should Know Before Breeding - when there’s a tap on the window. With a sigh, he walks back over, sliding open the glass to find two very familiar faces staring right at him. Suddenly Minseok isn’t feeling so well.
“Hi, I’m Kim Jongin and I have an appointment,” one begins, bouncing on his feet and peering around curiously.
Minseok bends down to look him up on the computer, taking a brief moment to pull himself together because the man, alpha, standing with Jongin is none other than Zitao - the Zitao who lives across the hall from Minseok, the same Zitao who has Minseok feeling things he wishes he could stomp out.
A nice ball of tension forms in the pit of Minseok’s stomach when he reads the words pregnancy test noted on Jongin’s file. It’s not like he didn’t already suspect the two were together from the number of times he’s seen Jongin around Zitao’s place, but it still stings. He lifts his eyes and gives them a small smile and a nod.
“You’re a transfer from Doctor Park’s office?” he asks, reading over the rest of the incomplete file they have on Jongin.
“Yes, they said they were emailing my records this morning.”
Minseok takes a moment to verify before handing Jongin a number and asking him to take a seat in the waiting room. And he can feel Zitao’s eyes on him, raking from head to toe and Minseok has to sit in his chair and take a moment to breathe when Zitao is out of sight.
Zitao and Jongin are still back with Joonmyun when Minseok takes a well deserved break, only darting across the street to the coffee place his best friend works in because he doesn’t have time for much more - not with the way things are going today.
Minseok lays his forehead on the counter, only moving when he feels his cup of coffee being pushed against the top of his head. When he peeks up, Luhan is giving him sympathetic puppy eyes. “Long day?”
Minseok scrunches his nose, deciding on silence as he adds cream and sugar to his coffee. Luhan leans against the counter, waiting because he knows how Minseok functions. They’ve known each other since college when they’d hooked up for a one night stand during Minseok’s very first party with alcohol. After that, they’d gotten close as friends and kept it that way.
Besides, Luhan is besotted with a no-nonsense beta by the name of Sehun who seems to be the only one who can knock sense into the usually reckless alpha. Minseok envies their relationship.
“Zitao came into the clinic today,” Minseok finally sighs, taking a sip of his coffee after. His fingers clasp around the mug and his shoulders hunch as he looks over at Luhan.
“As in hot alpha you drag me to watch playing basketball every Saturday?”
“I don’t force you to sit with me,” Minseok gripes, laying his head back down on the counter. And in all honesty, he’d been going out to sit on the benches by the basketball court behind his apartment complex for months before Zitao moved in and his friends started meeting up for games. Minseok had thought about going somewhere else, but Zitao’s scent had already permeated into his mind, searing a path through his veins and he was hooked.
Luhan only started tagging along for Minseok’s protection. “I’m not about to leave my bestie alone with a group of alphas and betas. Not everyone is as wonderful as I am.”
It’s become something of a tradition - one that Minseok’s been trying to talk himself out of and maybe, just maybe, it’ll be a little easier now. Having the hots for the alpha who lives across the hall is one thing, but having the hots for a taken alpha is another entirely. Minseok isn’t one of those omegas.
It’s time to give up the dream of being pinned down by toned muscles and marked over and over by Zitao as they’re tied together.
Minseok kinda hates his luck.
“Are you sure you don’t need me to come over?” Luhan asks and even if they’re only on the phone, Minseok can hear the playful smile on Luhan’s mouth.
Minseok sighs and balances his phone between his ear and shoulder as he pulls the bags out of his car. “I’ve done just fine on my own for years now,” Minseok explains. “I hardly think you can do any better.”
“You wound me.”
“No, I save you from being skinned alive by Sehun,” Minseok corrects, trying not to drop the bags in one hand while grabbing a box with the other. It’s not an easy task and he finally hangs up on Luhan and pockets his phone to avoid mishaps. Besides, he knows Luhan’s only teasing.
Minseok’s heat is due to kick in tomorrow (although he can already feel it prickling at his skin) and it will keep him quarantined in his apartment for the next two days, three if he’s really unlucky. He’d made a quick trip to the grocery store on the way home from work to pick up the necessities - drinks with added electrolytes to stay hydrated and warming lube because it makes the toys feel a little more real.
The box he has barely cradled in one arm is full of Omega One free samples - energy bars that pack the necessary vitamins for an omega when they’re in heat while also requiring minimal effort because no one has time for nutritional value when the only thing they want is a knot shoved inside them. Every time they come out with a new flavor, the clinic is sent boxes of them to hand out to patients. This new flavor is cinnamon apple and Joonmyun had practically shoved a box of them into Minseok’s arms just before he left work.
Now Minseok is trying to fish his keys out of his pocket, lamenting his predicament because his blood is starting to rush a little too quickly in his ears and his palms are sweating. He winces when his shin connects with one of the metal stairs that lead up to his apartment and he stumbles up the rest of them. He’s panting, far too out of breath for such a simple trip. His heat is kicking in a little early and Minseok knows he needs to get inside his apartment, inside where the insulation is laced with pheromone dampeners so no alpha comes busting down his door.
It’s almost like a cascade of poor luck, one of the handles on a plastic bag snapping, the contents falling to the floor in front of his door. He shifts the box and reaches down to pick them up and manages to lose hold of his keys in the process. The box starts slipping and Minseok abandons his keys to keep it from dropping and nearly tumbles to the side, balance lost until he catches himself with a hand on the floor.
“Do you need help?”
Minseok jumps at the voice, heart hammering beneath his ribs because he knows who it is and he really does fall to the floor this time. Zitao rushes over and crouches in front of him, quickly picking up his keys and holding them out for Minseok to take. It’s at that precise moment - when Minseok locks eyes with Zitao just as he inhales - that he sees Zitao’s pupils dilate, his mouth dropping open just enough for his tongue to swipe along his lower lip.
“You’d better get inside and call your alpha.”
“I don’t have an alpha,” Minseok admits, mortified that the flex of Zitao’s chest as he breathes is enough to make him wet. And he’s fairly certain Zitao can scent that too which only makes it worse. Minseok braces himself on the wall so he can get to his feet, feeling small under Zitao’s gaze while helpless on the floor.
Zitao follows suit, towering over Minseok still. “What about the one you’re always with?” he questions, maintaining the little distance there is between them, but Minseok can see his fingers curling into fists at his sides, keys hanging from his knuckle.
“Luhan?” Minseok questions, more to himself than Zitao. “He’s my best friend, not my alpha.”
Zitao steps forward and Minseok swallows, his entire body going hot because Zitao smells delicious, dominating and everything in him positively screams to roll over and let Zitao take, take, take.
“Not your alpha?” Zitao narrows his eyes, obviously scenting Minseok again and it sends a shudder all the way to Minseok’s toes.
“N-no.”
The movement is so sudden, so quick that Minseok doesn’t register that Zitao moved at all until he feels the wood of his door digging into his back and the warmth of Zitao’s body pressed to his front. Minseok inhales and all he smells is Zitao, fighting the urge to simply grab him and not let go until this cloying heat is sated. Zitao’s nose is trailing down Minseok’s neck and he’s dragging in deep breaths, like he can’t get enough of Minseok’s scent.
“You smell so good,” Zitao moans in his ear and Minseok feels his underwear soak through at the raspiness of Zitao’s voice and the hot breath that runs down into his shirt. Zitao plants his palms on the door on either side of Minseok’s head and pushes away so Minseok can see his face. They aren’t touching anymore, but Minseok can still feel the heat radiating off Zitao and it mixes with his own. Instincts are beginning to kick in and Minseok sees Zitao’s eyes flicker down to where Minseok’s cock is already straining against the front of his pants. “I’m not going to touch you unless you want me to.”
Everything Minseok’s wanted is right in his grasp, literally standing in front of him to reach out and take, but there’s something holding him back. Or rather, someone. “But Jongin,” he manages to say, voice sticking in his throat. And when he inhales, all he can taste is Zitao.
“Not mine.”
Minseok groans, legs threatening to give out under the intensity of Zitao’s eyes. This is it, his one chance and he’s not too far gone to say no. He could stop it before it goes anywhere, but he doesn’t know if he’d ever get another chance at Zitao. With all the strength he has left, Minseok surges forward and wraps his arms around Zitao to keep himself up. “Help me,” he whines, baring his neck as he presses himself against Zitao as much as he can.
Zitao has his lips on Minseok’s only a moment later, his strength pushing them back and Minseok moans, a hand scrambling to rescue his house keys from Zitao’s fingers. It takes a lot of guess work to get the door open, Zitao leading Minseok inside with a hand on his hip and the other tangled in the back of Minseok’s hair to force his head back. The groceries are left out in the hall, forgotten.
Clothes are an unnecessary thing, shed along the way to the bedroom. Minseok lands on his bed with a short-lived whine because his view of Zitao is stunning. The alpha is all toned muscle, rippling under his skin with every move that brings him closer to Minseok. Minseok’s legs fall open, displaying his cock and the slickness that sticks to the insides of his thighs and the crack of his ass.
Minseok feels like he’s on fire, burning from the inside out the longer he goes untouched. His hand travels down, fingers tight around his cock for much needed friction. Zitao growls when he crawls up, settling between Minseok’s legs before licking into his mouth without preamble. Minseok arches into him, needing so much more.
The press of Zitao’s fingers at his rim have Minseok’s head falling back, a loud moan ripped from him when two push inside him at once. It’s so much, his hole clenching around the digits, but it’s also not enough. He’s so loose and soaking wet at the prospect of a knot filling him that even when Zitao adds a third finger it’s nowhere near what Minseok wants - what Minseok needs.
Minseok grips Zitao’s sides with his thighs and uses all his strength to roll them over. Zitao lands on his back, gazing up at Minseok with wonder, hands now resting on his hips. With his weight on his knees and a hand around the base of Zitao’s cock, Minseok scoots back enough to slide down on it. His spine bends back, the air pushed out of his lungs as he’s filled up. He can feel himself getting wetter and the heat in his body retreats until he sitting flush on Zitao’s thighs.
It’s been so long since Minseok’s been properly fucked, since it’s been more than just him and his toy collection. A silicone dildo with a simulated knot has nothing on the real thing and Minseok can already feel Zitao’s knot beginning to swell inside him.
Zitao sits up and Minseok lets out a loud noise at the sudden shift, nerves sensitive and his every instinct telling him to hurry, hurry. He feels an arm around his waist, pulling him forward so Zitao can kiss him, bite at Minseok’s lower lip and suck it into his mouth as he thrusts upward.
Minseok locks his arms around Zitao’s shoulders and rolls his hips, fucking himself down on Zitao’s cock in an effort to chase the heat from his veins. Every plunge is accompanied with a throaty moan and Zitao helps hold up his weight so Minseok can go higher, faster. Minseok is too out of breath to kiss Zitao, but he makes sure to keep their mouths close, his eyes fixated on Zitao’s face as it twists with pleasure.
Minseok rotates his hips as he bounces on Zitao’s cock, pulling deep, rumbling moans from Zitao as his knot begins catching on Minseok’s rim. The added stimulation is nearly too much and Minseok keeps speeding, his thighs on the verge of cramping and sweat running down the sides of his face. Zitao keeps pace, fucking up when Minseok drops down and the sound of skin slapping together is barely heard over the blood rushing in Minseok’s ears.
It’s the hand on his cock that sends Minseok over the edge, Zitao’s firm strokes alleviating the burn until he’s spilling white all over Zitao’s fist and stomach with a cry that’s muffled in Zitao’s mouth. “You look so pretty when you come,” Zitao compliments and Minseok whimpers, fingers sliding through the damp hair along Zitao’s neck. “I want to make you do it again.”
The very idea has Minseok’s recently sated heat rising to the surface. He makes sure to keep rolling his hips, Zitao’s knot now nearly too large to pull out all the way. It keeps growing, pushing him open more than he’s ever been before and Minseok loves it. He grinds down, unable to stop when he feels the push against his prostate.
Minseok’s cock twitches to life in Zitao’s hand, hardening more with each pump, every swivel of Minseok’s hips. His nails drag across the expanse of Zitao’s back, his teeth biting down on Zitao’s shoulder as he’s fucked until his cock is hard and throbbing and the knot inside him fills Minseok completely. Zitao’s head is thrown back, his eyes closed and mouth open when he finally comes.
Minseok can feel every pulse of it, every spurt of come as the knot throbs. The persistent pressure on his prostate is what brings Minseok to his second orgasm, what little come he has left spilling over Zitao’s fingers.
There’s ringing in Minseok’s ears, mixing with the sound of heavy breathing. His entire body is itchy from sweat and the heat is pushed back- at least for the moment. Zitao is still holding him close, raising Minseok’s chin until their foreheads knock together. There’s a fond, lazy smile on his face and Minseok returns it with one of his own.
“Thank you,” Minseok mumbles, shifting his knees forward so he can settle more comfortably on Zitao’s lap.
“If I’d known he was just your friend,” Zitao begins, breath hitching as his knot continues to shrink slowly, “I would have offered to help you sooner.”
A twinge of panic flits through Minseok, the logical part of his brain reminding him that Zitao is a single alpha and of course he’d want to fuck an omega in heat. He’d hoped that perhaps Zitao would have wanted more from him and it hurts. He tries to lean back, to stop himself from pressing forward and taking too much, but Zitao holds tight.
“Can I buy you dinner after this?”
Minseok laughs, relief loosening his anxiety as Zitao cuts him off with a kiss.
“Is that a yes?”
Minseok nods, trying to hide the blush staining his cheeks. The smile on Zitao’s face, however, is warm and welcoming and Minseok goes slack in Zitao’s arms as they fall back on the mattress. The movement is enough for Zitao’s knot to slip out and Minseok moans at the sensation.
The heat shoots up his spine and Minseok feels it taking over again. He’d been hoping for more of a reprieve, but it’s not looking good. He whines as his hips push forward, his cock hardening between his stomach and Zitao’s.
Much to Zitao’s credit, he doesn’t seem phased. Minseok is easy to roll onto his back, legs open and Zitao smiling up at him as he moves down. Minseok doesn’t get a chance to ask what Zitao’s doing before he feels the wet drag of his tongue licking straight up his crack. Every part of Minseok seizes and he cries out, hands fisted in the blankets as Zitao’s tongue slides inside his stretched entrance.
Minseok loses himself repeatedly to Zitao’s mouth, to his hands and his cock and his knot over the next few days until the heat is merely a lingering memory and his limbs are sore and bruised. Zitao wakes up next to him, hair all messed up and several days worth of stubble on his chin. “Morning,” he mumbles, moving only to pull Minseok closer with an arm around his waist.
Minseok falls back asleep to the sound of Zitao’s breathing. They’re both going to need a shower later before going out on their first official date.
Title: The Collision Of Your Kiss
Pairing: Minseok/Baekhyun
Rating: R
Length: 1350w
Summary: It's been nearly a century since Minseok's seen Baekhyun. (vampire au)
Minseok is in Venice when he feels the pull - that nagging tug on the rope that’s knotted secure around his heart. He puts out his cigarette with one final puff of polluted air from his lungs and slings his jacket over his shoulder to head back to his small apartment for his passport. It’s surprising, to say the least, to feel Baekhyun after being apart for so long.
His instincts take him to Atlanta where he hails a cab and takes it as far out of the city limits as the driver will let him. And from there he runs the rest of the way, slipping through shadows and trees until the vision of an old, but familiar house comes into view.
Baekhyun always was one for dramatics.
The door creaks when Minseok pushes it open; it wasn’t even completely closed, but in this state of disrepair, no one would be inclined to break in. The drapes hanging in the living room are caked with dust, the furniture still mostly covered in white sheets and only one set of footprints disrupt the layer of dirt on the wooden floors. Minseok follows them.
“You came.”
Baekhyun sounds relieved, like he believed Minseok wouldn’t show even if the other end of that rope tied unforgivingly tight around his heart isn’t attached to Baekhyun.
“You called,” Minseok answers, watching as Baekhyun slinks out of the kitchen and into the hall where Minseok has stopped.
“You look well.”
Minseok almost laughs at the pleasantry. Baekhyun, for his part, appears as if he’s doing very well on his own - hair now blond, but eyes just as dark, clothes just as carefully chosen to highlight the sculpt of his natural curves and sharp lines. “You didn’t call me from halfway around the world to catch up. What do you want?”
Baekhyun’s predatory stance drops in an instant, his feet shuffling over the wood until he’s close enough for Minseok to see the flecks of red starting to pool in his irises. “Do you remember when we used to live here?”
“As if I could forget,” Minseok replies wistfully. The deed is still in Minseok’s name although that particular Minseok “passed on” nearly sixty years ago so it would fall to his beneficiary - himself. This is also the last place he’d seen Baekhyun before they went their separate ways. They’d taken out one of the upstairs bedrooms during their argument and Minseok wonders if the hole is still in the shape of Baekhyun’s body or if it’s caved in from age.
“I miss this.” Baekhyun voice is small, soft. “I miss us.”
“Baekhyun,” Minseok begins in warning, but Baekhyun presses further, mouth dangerously close to Minseok’s.
“Do you remember how it used to be?” The purr in Baekhyun’s tone is disarming; Minseok isn’t conditioned to it like he was when they were together. “We’d feed.” Baekhyun leans in just enough for his lips to brush the corner of Minseok’s lips. “We’d fuck.”
Minseok intercepts Baekhyun’s hand before it can reach his groin and Baekhyun pouts.
“But most of all,” Minseok adds, “we’d fight.”
It’s been nearly six hundred years since Minseok turned Baekhyun and even after all the shit they’ve been through, it’s a decision he’ll never regret. Baekhyun was meant to be a creature of the night - had taken to being a vampire far quicker than anyone Minseok had ever seen. But Baekhyun was too independent to be the companion Minseok needed at his side and over the centuries, it wore them both down until something had to give.
It was Baekhyun’s cavalier attitude about bringing a human girl into their home to feed from that finally set Minseok off. They’d fought without remorse, been deliberately cruel and cutting before they both left, never looking back.
Until now.
“But they were good fights, Minseok. I haven’t felt passion like that since you left.”
“We left,” Minseok corrects. “That was a two way street.”
“And I came back.”
Minseok steps away, head shaking as he drops Baekhyun’s hand. “It’s been nearly a century. You can’t expect to just pick up where we left off. Not after how we split.”
Baekhyun rushes forward, sudden enough to take Minseok by surprise and his shoulders shake the wall when they impact. He doesn’t have a chance to recover, to brace himself against the assault, but then he’s shocked into a brief submission because Baekhyun isn’t trying to fight him.
He’s kissing him.
Baekhyun tastes the same, Minseok moaning at the ease in which he falls into old habits. He shouldn’t do this, shouldn’t cave so easily to Baekhyun’s whims because he’s knows that’s what this is. Baekhyun is impulsive and reckless and prone to wanting, taking, walking away. Minseok doesn’t want to be that. Minseok can’t be one of Baekhyun’s toys to use and throw out as he pleases.
He shoves hard, knocking Baekhyun halfway down the hall while peeling himself off the wall. Paint chips fall from where his shoulders had pushed into the plaster and Baekhyun is looking at him with slitted eyes and fingers drumming over his own heart. “You haven’t lost your fire, have you? I seem to remember a time where you would have forced me to my knees, spread me open wide and fucked me until the floor threatened to crumble beneath us.”
Minseok drags in a lungful of air only to exhale slowly, taking his time to examine Baekhyun. “I remember a young vampire who enjoyed it more when I took my time, made him feel loved and wanted.”
Baekhyun’s nose wrinkles in distaste. “I outgrew that.”
“You outgrew me.”
There’s silence, neither of them moving. Minseok wonders what could have happened to make Baekhyun turn to him. It must have been detrimental.
“Tell me what it is you really want from me.”
Baekhyun takes his time in answering, his body slowly relaxing as he determines that Minseok isn’t a threat, that Minseok isn’t going to attack him. The flash of sadness across Baekhyun’s face, however, is the one thing that surprises him. “It’s not easy for me to admit weakness,” Baekhyun begins. And this is something Minseok knows all too well. “And I know I’ve never been that great of a person, vampire, whatever.”
Baekhyun chews on his lip, shifting his weight from one leg to another. Minseok can practically see him working up the courage to keep talking and even if they’re estranged, Minseok is proud of him for even trying.
“But I’m better when I’m with you.”
The confession knocks Minseok’s world off its axis just a little. He stands there, mouth open and eyes wide as he stares at Baekhyun.
“I’ve done so many terrible things without you with me,” he says in a timid voice that doesn’t sound like Baekhyun at all. “And I don’t want to be that.”
“I’m not a babysitter,” Minseok answers after processing everything Baekhyun’s just revealed.
“I’m not asking you to babysit me.”
“Then what do you want?”
Baekhyun steps forward and for the first time since Minseok got here, he looks sincere, honest. “To start over. I want to try us again.”
Minseok closes his eyes, shaking his head lightly because this has bad idea scribbled all over it. There’s practically a blinking red sign over Baekhyun’s head that screams NO in every permutation in every language.
“Please.” Baekhyun’s voice cracks and Minseok hears him coming closer. “We can go as slow as you want. I’ll do anything you say, just please don’t leave me.”
Minseok snaps, his long dead heart throbbing beneath his ribs as he reaches out and pulls Baekhyun into his arms. Baekhyun’s mouth finds his, frantic and needy and lips fitting together just right. This is a really terrible idea and Minseok knows the road is going to be rough, but Baekhyun is his forever and if it takes that long to make it right, he’ll endure.
Pairing: Minseok/Yixing
Rating: NC17
Length: 1300w
Summary: Blowjobs during school hours are generally a Bad Idea.
"We don't have time for this," Minseok breathes even as he tightens his fingers in Yixing’s hair to keep him from moving. Yixing looks up at Minseok with wide, pleading eyes, like the one thing he wants most in this world is Minseok’s cock deep in his mouth. It’s a fight that Minseok lost before it even started, earning a smile from Yixing as he removes the last barrier between Minseok’s dick and his mouth.
Minseok tries not to think about where they are, about how many others have been in this same closet in an attempt to steal a little time for themselves. The door is locked and Minseok hears the bell ringing in the hall to signal the start of lunch period. Technically, he and Yixing should be in the cafeteria, but Minseok’s never been able to resist Yixing, especially when he gets touchy and leaves an itch skating over Minseok’s skin.
It still doesn’t mean Minseok isn’t highly aware that they’re in school and even if the door is locked from the inside, the janitor and Principal Wu both have a key. And if they’re caught, well. . . Minseok hates to think about the consequences.
That train of thought soon goes off-track when he feels Yixing’s warm lips on the tip of his cock and a soft hand wrapping around him to tug him into hardness. Yixing is well practiced at this, getting Minseok hot and bothered and panting for more without too much time wasted. Yixing wets all of him, a shiver running up Minseok’s spine just before his cock is sucked into Yixing’s mouth.
Minseok’s head hits against the wall, his lips parted to pant into the air and eyes screwed shut because keeping them open is a reminder of where they are. All he wants to think about is how amazing Yixing feels around him, how much he loves his boyfriend and his fucking crazy libido and knowing that when school is out, they’re going to end up fucking before they can make it to the bedroom.
Yixing swallows around Minseok’s cock and Minseok has to choke down the moan that nearly escapes. Silence is still key, but Yixing seems intent on making Minseok break it. One of Yixing’s hands travels around to Minseok’s ass, fingers wet with saliva as they slide down his crack and circle his rim. Minseok instinctively spreads his legs wider, weight slumping further on the wall. He can feel Yixing smiling around his cock before the tip of a finger pushes inside him.
Minseok moans loud, forgetting himself as he clenches and his hips attempt to jerk forward. If not for Yixing grabbing his side, Minseok would have choked him with his dick. It wouldn’t be such a terrible punishment, but Yixing isn’t known for letting something like that slide either.
Yixing curls his finger, his tempo increasing and Minseok tries to ignore the trickle of sweat that’s running down his neck and the dust that’s probably staining his clothes and the knees of Yixing’s pants. The winding pressure is demanding and Minseok falls prey, his fingers tightening in Yixing’s hair only a moment before he comes.
Yixing swallows it with a smack of his lips, his tongue licking over the crown of Minseok’s cock to catch it all. Minseok is pretty sure he used up all his good luck in life when he landed Yixing. His boyfriend stands, leaning in to give Minseok a nice, deep kiss. Minseok runs his palm down the front of Yixing’s pants, pressing the heel on Yixing’s cock just to feel the vibrations of his moan.
Minseok sucks Yixing’s tongue into his mouth, slipping a thigh between Yixing’s legs and rolling his hips. Yixing whines and his hands clutch at Minseok’s sides, jaw slack as Minseok goes faster, harder.
“Fuck, baby, stop,” Yixing says suddenly, pushing himself away from Minseok who is a little confused. “I’m about to come in my pants and we have two periods left.”
Minseok can’t help the laugh that bubbles out, slapping a hand over his mouth to keep it quiet because this is ridiculous. Yixing doesn’t look quite as amused, but he’s still sexy as hell with his wet, swollen lips and fucked up hair. If Minseok wasn’t already sated from that wonderful blowjob, he would be tempted to pull Yixing to the floor with him and fuck him here and now.
But as it is, Yixing is standing with his hands on his hips, looking particularly cross and Minseok is trying to regain his composure when the door to the closet swings open. The light that floods in is so much brighter than the dim bulb inside and Minseok is temporarily blinded.
He hears a deep sigh before he can see Principal Wu through squinted eyes. Minseok’s stomach promptly rolls over and he skates a hand down to make sure his pants are buttoned. They’re not.
“My office,” Principal Wu instructs and Yixing and Minseok both follow him out into the hall, keeping several paces behind him.
Minseok’s cheeks are flaming in embarrassment as he fixes his pants and runs fingers through his hair to make sure he doesn’t look too disheveled. Yixing, however, doesn’t seem to care. He’s walking a little funny because he’s still hard and that fact alone has Minseok swallowing thick over the lump in his throat.
The click of the door closing behind them feels like the final nail in Minseok’s coffin and his stomach coils tighter, his shoulders hunching down even as Yixing stands unaffected next to him.
“What am I going to do with you two?”
Yixing snorts, completely unabashed. “It’s not like we took to fucking on your desk,” he retorts.
Minseok’s mouth falls open and he stares at Yixing with an odd mix of pride and fear.
“Yixing -”
“Yifan, you should make sure your blinds are all the way down before you decide spanking Coach Kim is a good idea.”
Minseok watches as the man in front of him goes deathly pale before bright red fills in his cheeks. “Th-that was after hours,” he protests weakly.
“You and Jongin?” Minseok asks in surprise only to see Yifan turning a deeper shade of red.
“That’s not the point,” Yifan says after clearing his throat. “You two are teachers - role models - and as such, I can’t have you messing around during school hours.”
Yixing looks ready to say something that can’t possibly be good for either of their careers, so Minseok cuts him off quickly. “You’re right.” Yixing levels a glare at Minseok who does his best to ignore it. “We’re teachers and we will keep our hands to ourselves during school hours.”
Yixing doesn’t look particularly pleased, but Yifan seems to relax, sliding two fingers under his tie to loosen it. “That’s all I’m asking.”
They leave the Principal’s office in silence, Minseok on a course for the cafeteria until Yixing grabs his arm and pulls him through the nearest door - the girl’s bathroom. “Yixing -”
Yixing pushes Minseok against the wall and kisses him hard in much the same way he had earlier in the closet. It’s how they got into this mess in the first place and Minseok loves Yixing, but he doesn’t want to lose his job.
“That was close,” Yixing breathes when Minseok finally shoves him away.
“Close? We got caught!”
Yixing is smiling when he steps forward, arms on either side of Minseok’s head as he leans in. “When we get home, we’re going to finish what we started.”
Yixing leaves and Minseok finds himself glued to the wall, knees locked and pulse pounding loud in his ears. Now how is he supposed to get through the rest of the day?
Title: It All Comes Tumbling Down
Pairing: Minseok/Zitao
Rating: NC17
Length: 3300w
Warnings: a/b/o, knotting, self-lubrication, rimming, mentions of mpreg
Summary: Minseok is an omega currently pining over the hot alpha who lives across the hall.
The clinic is busy today - patients, deliveries, emergency calls - and Minseok is definitely starting to feel it. His feet ache and his head is starting to throb, no thanks in part to the little tiff he had to break up between an alpha and a beta both claiming paternity of a rather indifferent omega’s unborn child. It had taken half the staff to get them separated and out the door, forcing them to go in different directions to cool off.
Minseok is stuck suffering the aftereffects. He can knock off in about an hour to grab a quick lunch, but at this rate he’s not sure if the place can manage without him. One of the nurses had called in this morning, leaving Minseok alone to check-in patients and get them situated in a room to be taken care of. It also leaves him with a phone ringing off the hook and a stack of files sitting hidden behind the counter to be sorted when there’s a lull.
There must be something in the air today.
Minseok is sorting through a newly opened box of pamphlets - Tying The Knot - 12 Things An Omega Should Know Before Breeding - when there’s a tap on the window. With a sigh, he walks back over, sliding open the glass to find two very familiar faces staring right at him. Suddenly Minseok isn’t feeling so well.
“Hi, I’m Kim Jongin and I have an appointment,” one begins, bouncing on his feet and peering around curiously.
Minseok bends down to look him up on the computer, taking a brief moment to pull himself together because the man, alpha, standing with Jongin is none other than Zitao - the Zitao who lives across the hall from Minseok, the same Zitao who has Minseok feeling things he wishes he could stomp out.
A nice ball of tension forms in the pit of Minseok’s stomach when he reads the words pregnancy test noted on Jongin’s file. It’s not like he didn’t already suspect the two were together from the number of times he’s seen Jongin around Zitao’s place, but it still stings. He lifts his eyes and gives them a small smile and a nod.
“You’re a transfer from Doctor Park’s office?” he asks, reading over the rest of the incomplete file they have on Jongin.
“Yes, they said they were emailing my records this morning.”
Minseok takes a moment to verify before handing Jongin a number and asking him to take a seat in the waiting room. And he can feel Zitao’s eyes on him, raking from head to toe and Minseok has to sit in his chair and take a moment to breathe when Zitao is out of sight.
Zitao and Jongin are still back with Joonmyun when Minseok takes a well deserved break, only darting across the street to the coffee place his best friend works in because he doesn’t have time for much more - not with the way things are going today.
Minseok lays his forehead on the counter, only moving when he feels his cup of coffee being pushed against the top of his head. When he peeks up, Luhan is giving him sympathetic puppy eyes. “Long day?”
Minseok scrunches his nose, deciding on silence as he adds cream and sugar to his coffee. Luhan leans against the counter, waiting because he knows how Minseok functions. They’ve known each other since college when they’d hooked up for a one night stand during Minseok’s very first party with alcohol. After that, they’d gotten close as friends and kept it that way.
Besides, Luhan is besotted with a no-nonsense beta by the name of Sehun who seems to be the only one who can knock sense into the usually reckless alpha. Minseok envies their relationship.
“Zitao came into the clinic today,” Minseok finally sighs, taking a sip of his coffee after. His fingers clasp around the mug and his shoulders hunch as he looks over at Luhan.
“As in hot alpha you drag me to watch playing basketball every Saturday?”
“I don’t force you to sit with me,” Minseok gripes, laying his head back down on the counter. And in all honesty, he’d been going out to sit on the benches by the basketball court behind his apartment complex for months before Zitao moved in and his friends started meeting up for games. Minseok had thought about going somewhere else, but Zitao’s scent had already permeated into his mind, searing a path through his veins and he was hooked.
Luhan only started tagging along for Minseok’s protection. “I’m not about to leave my bestie alone with a group of alphas and betas. Not everyone is as wonderful as I am.”
It’s become something of a tradition - one that Minseok’s been trying to talk himself out of and maybe, just maybe, it’ll be a little easier now. Having the hots for the alpha who lives across the hall is one thing, but having the hots for a taken alpha is another entirely. Minseok isn’t one of those omegas.
It’s time to give up the dream of being pinned down by toned muscles and marked over and over by Zitao as they’re tied together.
Minseok kinda hates his luck.
“Are you sure you don’t need me to come over?” Luhan asks and even if they’re only on the phone, Minseok can hear the playful smile on Luhan’s mouth.
Minseok sighs and balances his phone between his ear and shoulder as he pulls the bags out of his car. “I’ve done just fine on my own for years now,” Minseok explains. “I hardly think you can do any better.”
“You wound me.”
“No, I save you from being skinned alive by Sehun,” Minseok corrects, trying not to drop the bags in one hand while grabbing a box with the other. It’s not an easy task and he finally hangs up on Luhan and pockets his phone to avoid mishaps. Besides, he knows Luhan’s only teasing.
Minseok’s heat is due to kick in tomorrow (although he can already feel it prickling at his skin) and it will keep him quarantined in his apartment for the next two days, three if he’s really unlucky. He’d made a quick trip to the grocery store on the way home from work to pick up the necessities - drinks with added electrolytes to stay hydrated and warming lube because it makes the toys feel a little more real.
The box he has barely cradled in one arm is full of Omega One free samples - energy bars that pack the necessary vitamins for an omega when they’re in heat while also requiring minimal effort because no one has time for nutritional value when the only thing they want is a knot shoved inside them. Every time they come out with a new flavor, the clinic is sent boxes of them to hand out to patients. This new flavor is cinnamon apple and Joonmyun had practically shoved a box of them into Minseok’s arms just before he left work.
Now Minseok is trying to fish his keys out of his pocket, lamenting his predicament because his blood is starting to rush a little too quickly in his ears and his palms are sweating. He winces when his shin connects with one of the metal stairs that lead up to his apartment and he stumbles up the rest of them. He’s panting, far too out of breath for such a simple trip. His heat is kicking in a little early and Minseok knows he needs to get inside his apartment, inside where the insulation is laced with pheromone dampeners so no alpha comes busting down his door.
It’s almost like a cascade of poor luck, one of the handles on a plastic bag snapping, the contents falling to the floor in front of his door. He shifts the box and reaches down to pick them up and manages to lose hold of his keys in the process. The box starts slipping and Minseok abandons his keys to keep it from dropping and nearly tumbles to the side, balance lost until he catches himself with a hand on the floor.
“Do you need help?”
Minseok jumps at the voice, heart hammering beneath his ribs because he knows who it is and he really does fall to the floor this time. Zitao rushes over and crouches in front of him, quickly picking up his keys and holding them out for Minseok to take. It’s at that precise moment - when Minseok locks eyes with Zitao just as he inhales - that he sees Zitao’s pupils dilate, his mouth dropping open just enough for his tongue to swipe along his lower lip.
“You’d better get inside and call your alpha.”
“I don’t have an alpha,” Minseok admits, mortified that the flex of Zitao’s chest as he breathes is enough to make him wet. And he’s fairly certain Zitao can scent that too which only makes it worse. Minseok braces himself on the wall so he can get to his feet, feeling small under Zitao’s gaze while helpless on the floor.
Zitao follows suit, towering over Minseok still. “What about the one you’re always with?” he questions, maintaining the little distance there is between them, but Minseok can see his fingers curling into fists at his sides, keys hanging from his knuckle.
“Luhan?” Minseok questions, more to himself than Zitao. “He’s my best friend, not my alpha.”
Zitao steps forward and Minseok swallows, his entire body going hot because Zitao smells delicious, dominating and everything in him positively screams to roll over and let Zitao take, take, take.
“Not your alpha?” Zitao narrows his eyes, obviously scenting Minseok again and it sends a shudder all the way to Minseok’s toes.
“N-no.”
The movement is so sudden, so quick that Minseok doesn’t register that Zitao moved at all until he feels the wood of his door digging into his back and the warmth of Zitao’s body pressed to his front. Minseok inhales and all he smells is Zitao, fighting the urge to simply grab him and not let go until this cloying heat is sated. Zitao’s nose is trailing down Minseok’s neck and he’s dragging in deep breaths, like he can’t get enough of Minseok’s scent.
“You smell so good,” Zitao moans in his ear and Minseok feels his underwear soak through at the raspiness of Zitao’s voice and the hot breath that runs down into his shirt. Zitao plants his palms on the door on either side of Minseok’s head and pushes away so Minseok can see his face. They aren’t touching anymore, but Minseok can still feel the heat radiating off Zitao and it mixes with his own. Instincts are beginning to kick in and Minseok sees Zitao’s eyes flicker down to where Minseok’s cock is already straining against the front of his pants. “I’m not going to touch you unless you want me to.”
Everything Minseok’s wanted is right in his grasp, literally standing in front of him to reach out and take, but there’s something holding him back. Or rather, someone. “But Jongin,” he manages to say, voice sticking in his throat. And when he inhales, all he can taste is Zitao.
“Not mine.”
Minseok groans, legs threatening to give out under the intensity of Zitao’s eyes. This is it, his one chance and he’s not too far gone to say no. He could stop it before it goes anywhere, but he doesn’t know if he’d ever get another chance at Zitao. With all the strength he has left, Minseok surges forward and wraps his arms around Zitao to keep himself up. “Help me,” he whines, baring his neck as he presses himself against Zitao as much as he can.
Zitao has his lips on Minseok’s only a moment later, his strength pushing them back and Minseok moans, a hand scrambling to rescue his house keys from Zitao’s fingers. It takes a lot of guess work to get the door open, Zitao leading Minseok inside with a hand on his hip and the other tangled in the back of Minseok’s hair to force his head back. The groceries are left out in the hall, forgotten.
Clothes are an unnecessary thing, shed along the way to the bedroom. Minseok lands on his bed with a short-lived whine because his view of Zitao is stunning. The alpha is all toned muscle, rippling under his skin with every move that brings him closer to Minseok. Minseok’s legs fall open, displaying his cock and the slickness that sticks to the insides of his thighs and the crack of his ass.
Minseok feels like he’s on fire, burning from the inside out the longer he goes untouched. His hand travels down, fingers tight around his cock for much needed friction. Zitao growls when he crawls up, settling between Minseok’s legs before licking into his mouth without preamble. Minseok arches into him, needing so much more.
The press of Zitao’s fingers at his rim have Minseok’s head falling back, a loud moan ripped from him when two push inside him at once. It’s so much, his hole clenching around the digits, but it’s also not enough. He’s so loose and soaking wet at the prospect of a knot filling him that even when Zitao adds a third finger it’s nowhere near what Minseok wants - what Minseok needs.
Minseok grips Zitao’s sides with his thighs and uses all his strength to roll them over. Zitao lands on his back, gazing up at Minseok with wonder, hands now resting on his hips. With his weight on his knees and a hand around the base of Zitao’s cock, Minseok scoots back enough to slide down on it. His spine bends back, the air pushed out of his lungs as he’s filled up. He can feel himself getting wetter and the heat in his body retreats until he sitting flush on Zitao’s thighs.
It’s been so long since Minseok’s been properly fucked, since it’s been more than just him and his toy collection. A silicone dildo with a simulated knot has nothing on the real thing and Minseok can already feel Zitao’s knot beginning to swell inside him.
Zitao sits up and Minseok lets out a loud noise at the sudden shift, nerves sensitive and his every instinct telling him to hurry, hurry. He feels an arm around his waist, pulling him forward so Zitao can kiss him, bite at Minseok’s lower lip and suck it into his mouth as he thrusts upward.
Minseok locks his arms around Zitao’s shoulders and rolls his hips, fucking himself down on Zitao’s cock in an effort to chase the heat from his veins. Every plunge is accompanied with a throaty moan and Zitao helps hold up his weight so Minseok can go higher, faster. Minseok is too out of breath to kiss Zitao, but he makes sure to keep their mouths close, his eyes fixated on Zitao’s face as it twists with pleasure.
Minseok rotates his hips as he bounces on Zitao’s cock, pulling deep, rumbling moans from Zitao as his knot begins catching on Minseok’s rim. The added stimulation is nearly too much and Minseok keeps speeding, his thighs on the verge of cramping and sweat running down the sides of his face. Zitao keeps pace, fucking up when Minseok drops down and the sound of skin slapping together is barely heard over the blood rushing in Minseok’s ears.
It’s the hand on his cock that sends Minseok over the edge, Zitao’s firm strokes alleviating the burn until he’s spilling white all over Zitao’s fist and stomach with a cry that’s muffled in Zitao’s mouth. “You look so pretty when you come,” Zitao compliments and Minseok whimpers, fingers sliding through the damp hair along Zitao’s neck. “I want to make you do it again.”
The very idea has Minseok’s recently sated heat rising to the surface. He makes sure to keep rolling his hips, Zitao’s knot now nearly too large to pull out all the way. It keeps growing, pushing him open more than he’s ever been before and Minseok loves it. He grinds down, unable to stop when he feels the push against his prostate.
Minseok’s cock twitches to life in Zitao’s hand, hardening more with each pump, every swivel of Minseok’s hips. His nails drag across the expanse of Zitao’s back, his teeth biting down on Zitao’s shoulder as he’s fucked until his cock is hard and throbbing and the knot inside him fills Minseok completely. Zitao’s head is thrown back, his eyes closed and mouth open when he finally comes.
Minseok can feel every pulse of it, every spurt of come as the knot throbs. The persistent pressure on his prostate is what brings Minseok to his second orgasm, what little come he has left spilling over Zitao’s fingers.
There’s ringing in Minseok’s ears, mixing with the sound of heavy breathing. His entire body is itchy from sweat and the heat is pushed back- at least for the moment. Zitao is still holding him close, raising Minseok’s chin until their foreheads knock together. There’s a fond, lazy smile on his face and Minseok returns it with one of his own.
“Thank you,” Minseok mumbles, shifting his knees forward so he can settle more comfortably on Zitao’s lap.
“If I’d known he was just your friend,” Zitao begins, breath hitching as his knot continues to shrink slowly, “I would have offered to help you sooner.”
A twinge of panic flits through Minseok, the logical part of his brain reminding him that Zitao is a single alpha and of course he’d want to fuck an omega in heat. He’d hoped that perhaps Zitao would have wanted more from him and it hurts. He tries to lean back, to stop himself from pressing forward and taking too much, but Zitao holds tight.
“Can I buy you dinner after this?”
Minseok laughs, relief loosening his anxiety as Zitao cuts him off with a kiss.
“Is that a yes?”
Minseok nods, trying to hide the blush staining his cheeks. The smile on Zitao’s face, however, is warm and welcoming and Minseok goes slack in Zitao’s arms as they fall back on the mattress. The movement is enough for Zitao’s knot to slip out and Minseok moans at the sensation.
The heat shoots up his spine and Minseok feels it taking over again. He’d been hoping for more of a reprieve, but it’s not looking good. He whines as his hips push forward, his cock hardening between his stomach and Zitao’s.
Much to Zitao’s credit, he doesn’t seem phased. Minseok is easy to roll onto his back, legs open and Zitao smiling up at him as he moves down. Minseok doesn’t get a chance to ask what Zitao’s doing before he feels the wet drag of his tongue licking straight up his crack. Every part of Minseok seizes and he cries out, hands fisted in the blankets as Zitao’s tongue slides inside his stretched entrance.
Minseok loses himself repeatedly to Zitao’s mouth, to his hands and his cock and his knot over the next few days until the heat is merely a lingering memory and his limbs are sore and bruised. Zitao wakes up next to him, hair all messed up and several days worth of stubble on his chin. “Morning,” he mumbles, moving only to pull Minseok closer with an arm around his waist.
Minseok falls back asleep to the sound of Zitao’s breathing. They’re both going to need a shower later before going out on their first official date.
Title: The Collision Of Your Kiss
Pairing: Minseok/Baekhyun
Rating: R
Length: 1350w
Summary: It's been nearly a century since Minseok's seen Baekhyun. (vampire au)
Minseok is in Venice when he feels the pull - that nagging tug on the rope that’s knotted secure around his heart. He puts out his cigarette with one final puff of polluted air from his lungs and slings his jacket over his shoulder to head back to his small apartment for his passport. It’s surprising, to say the least, to feel Baekhyun after being apart for so long.
His instincts take him to Atlanta where he hails a cab and takes it as far out of the city limits as the driver will let him. And from there he runs the rest of the way, slipping through shadows and trees until the vision of an old, but familiar house comes into view.
Baekhyun always was one for dramatics.
The door creaks when Minseok pushes it open; it wasn’t even completely closed, but in this state of disrepair, no one would be inclined to break in. The drapes hanging in the living room are caked with dust, the furniture still mostly covered in white sheets and only one set of footprints disrupt the layer of dirt on the wooden floors. Minseok follows them.
“You came.”
Baekhyun sounds relieved, like he believed Minseok wouldn’t show even if the other end of that rope tied unforgivingly tight around his heart isn’t attached to Baekhyun.
“You called,” Minseok answers, watching as Baekhyun slinks out of the kitchen and into the hall where Minseok has stopped.
“You look well.”
Minseok almost laughs at the pleasantry. Baekhyun, for his part, appears as if he’s doing very well on his own - hair now blond, but eyes just as dark, clothes just as carefully chosen to highlight the sculpt of his natural curves and sharp lines. “You didn’t call me from halfway around the world to catch up. What do you want?”
Baekhyun’s predatory stance drops in an instant, his feet shuffling over the wood until he’s close enough for Minseok to see the flecks of red starting to pool in his irises. “Do you remember when we used to live here?”
“As if I could forget,” Minseok replies wistfully. The deed is still in Minseok’s name although that particular Minseok “passed on” nearly sixty years ago so it would fall to his beneficiary - himself. This is also the last place he’d seen Baekhyun before they went their separate ways. They’d taken out one of the upstairs bedrooms during their argument and Minseok wonders if the hole is still in the shape of Baekhyun’s body or if it’s caved in from age.
“I miss this.” Baekhyun voice is small, soft. “I miss us.”
“Baekhyun,” Minseok begins in warning, but Baekhyun presses further, mouth dangerously close to Minseok’s.
“Do you remember how it used to be?” The purr in Baekhyun’s tone is disarming; Minseok isn’t conditioned to it like he was when they were together. “We’d feed.” Baekhyun leans in just enough for his lips to brush the corner of Minseok’s lips. “We’d fuck.”
Minseok intercepts Baekhyun’s hand before it can reach his groin and Baekhyun pouts.
“But most of all,” Minseok adds, “we’d fight.”
It’s been nearly six hundred years since Minseok turned Baekhyun and even after all the shit they’ve been through, it’s a decision he’ll never regret. Baekhyun was meant to be a creature of the night - had taken to being a vampire far quicker than anyone Minseok had ever seen. But Baekhyun was too independent to be the companion Minseok needed at his side and over the centuries, it wore them both down until something had to give.
It was Baekhyun’s cavalier attitude about bringing a human girl into their home to feed from that finally set Minseok off. They’d fought without remorse, been deliberately cruel and cutting before they both left, never looking back.
Until now.
“But they were good fights, Minseok. I haven’t felt passion like that since you left.”
“We left,” Minseok corrects. “That was a two way street.”
“And I came back.”
Minseok steps away, head shaking as he drops Baekhyun’s hand. “It’s been nearly a century. You can’t expect to just pick up where we left off. Not after how we split.”
Baekhyun rushes forward, sudden enough to take Minseok by surprise and his shoulders shake the wall when they impact. He doesn’t have a chance to recover, to brace himself against the assault, but then he’s shocked into a brief submission because Baekhyun isn’t trying to fight him.
He’s kissing him.
Baekhyun tastes the same, Minseok moaning at the ease in which he falls into old habits. He shouldn’t do this, shouldn’t cave so easily to Baekhyun’s whims because he’s knows that’s what this is. Baekhyun is impulsive and reckless and prone to wanting, taking, walking away. Minseok doesn’t want to be that. Minseok can’t be one of Baekhyun’s toys to use and throw out as he pleases.
He shoves hard, knocking Baekhyun halfway down the hall while peeling himself off the wall. Paint chips fall from where his shoulders had pushed into the plaster and Baekhyun is looking at him with slitted eyes and fingers drumming over his own heart. “You haven’t lost your fire, have you? I seem to remember a time where you would have forced me to my knees, spread me open wide and fucked me until the floor threatened to crumble beneath us.”
Minseok drags in a lungful of air only to exhale slowly, taking his time to examine Baekhyun. “I remember a young vampire who enjoyed it more when I took my time, made him feel loved and wanted.”
Baekhyun’s nose wrinkles in distaste. “I outgrew that.”
“You outgrew me.”
There’s silence, neither of them moving. Minseok wonders what could have happened to make Baekhyun turn to him. It must have been detrimental.
“Tell me what it is you really want from me.”
Baekhyun takes his time in answering, his body slowly relaxing as he determines that Minseok isn’t a threat, that Minseok isn’t going to attack him. The flash of sadness across Baekhyun’s face, however, is the one thing that surprises him. “It’s not easy for me to admit weakness,” Baekhyun begins. And this is something Minseok knows all too well. “And I know I’ve never been that great of a person, vampire, whatever.”
Baekhyun chews on his lip, shifting his weight from one leg to another. Minseok can practically see him working up the courage to keep talking and even if they’re estranged, Minseok is proud of him for even trying.
“But I’m better when I’m with you.”
The confession knocks Minseok’s world off its axis just a little. He stands there, mouth open and eyes wide as he stares at Baekhyun.
“I’ve done so many terrible things without you with me,” he says in a timid voice that doesn’t sound like Baekhyun at all. “And I don’t want to be that.”
“I’m not a babysitter,” Minseok answers after processing everything Baekhyun’s just revealed.
“I’m not asking you to babysit me.”
“Then what do you want?”
Baekhyun steps forward and for the first time since Minseok got here, he looks sincere, honest. “To start over. I want to try us again.”
Minseok closes his eyes, shaking his head lightly because this has bad idea scribbled all over it. There’s practically a blinking red sign over Baekhyun’s head that screams NO in every permutation in every language.
“Please.” Baekhyun’s voice cracks and Minseok hears him coming closer. “We can go as slow as you want. I’ll do anything you say, just please don’t leave me.”
Minseok snaps, his long dead heart throbbing beneath his ribs as he reaches out and pulls Baekhyun into his arms. Baekhyun’s mouth finds his, frantic and needy and lips fitting together just right. This is a really terrible idea and Minseok knows the road is going to be rough, but Baekhyun is his forever and if it takes that long to make it right, he’ll endure.