[Fic] I Mean This Forever Part I
Title: I Mean This Forever
Pairing: Minseok/Sehun (side Kyungsoo/Jongin)
Rating: NC-17
Length: 11.3k
Warnings: vampires, blood, minor character death
Author's Note: originally written for sncj-santa
Summary: Nothing cures the boredom of eternity like siring a new vampire.
Eternity.
The idea of eternity is enthralling, captivating with its what-ifs and maybes; the very word has its own gravitational pull, enticing and beautiful as it tempts even the strongest of mortals with the lure of living forever.
What people fail to realize is the abundance of boredom that befalls eternity's victims after a few lifetimes have passed and there's nothing left in the world to cling to. Minseok had been one of those eager men, fearfully running from the end death had planned for him and into the arms of immortality. He'd been so young, so naive and full of hope.
His salvation from aging came in the form of a seducer, a man so beautiful Minseok's very breath had been stolen. It hadn't taken long for Minseok to fall into the trap of the man's thighs, the crooned compliments that fell from his plush lips, the promises made with every touch of cold fingertips pressed to Minseok's hips. Kyungsoo had been everything Minseok wanted and he'd accepted all he had to offer, giving up his life as a fish merchant's son and embracing the night. Kyungsoo had taken his blood, brought him to the brink of death and let Minseok stare into the abyss before gifting a more permanent life back into him with drops of crimson that stained his lips and slid thick down his throat.
Kyungsoo showed Minseok the pleasures of the world, taught him to hunt and feed, to turn humans into toys for his enjoyment before discarding them and moving on to the next. Minseok learned to indulge in pleasures of the flesh, the mind, the spirit as he took all he wanted and gave nothing back.
But not everything was gilded perfection. Minseok watched from the shadows as everyone he'd known in life died, mourned their passing and held tight to their memories even as their descendants forgot and moved on, giving birth to new generations.
After spending hundreds of years at Kyungsoo's side - sometimes as a lover, sometimes as a companion and fellow creature of the night - Minseok left to set out on his own path. It hasn't always been easy. He's had to dig himself out of some interesting messes - like the one time in France when he’d seduced a trio of sisters into his bed and after they were caught by the girls’ brother, Minseok ended up under the sheets with him as well - and charm his way from under the executioner's axe more than once, but he did it on his own.
And as far as Minseok may run, as deep as he may bury himself, his path always leads back to Kyungsoo eventually. They've met up over the centuries, reminiscing about the old days and how things have changed, parting ways after sharing a meal and promising to do it again, knowing it may be decades before it happens.
It's been close to ninety years since Minseok's seen Kyungsoo, seventy-five years since Minseok ignored Kyungsoo's first invitation to join him, preferring to slink away and let time forget him. As Minseok’s sire, Kyungsoo could force him to comply, take control of Minseok’s will and drag him wherever he chose, but Kyungsoo has never been that cruel.
Minseok is tired. He can feel it in his bones, in the way his lungs rattle with each forced breath and the absence of a desire to feed. He's content to remain stationary, let the world grow and build around him without being a part of it. Eternity is catching up with Minseok and he's ready to let himself be swept under the rug and crumble to dust.
A foreign world rises around him, bright lights even in the dead of night keep the cities alive and Minseok finds himself in the center of one, following a pull he can no longer ignore. Kyungsoo’s patience has run its course and he has no choice but to be pulled along. It’s a hook in his chest, an unending pain that forces him to venture from his home - if one can call a run down, forgotten building a home - and out into the open, exposed.
People glance at him, skirting around the man who appears out of synch, his clothing old and outdated, his skin an unhealthy pallor even for an undead creature such as himself. His eyes trail after cars speeding down the busy streets and then flicker toward the scintillating displays of skin on display. Humans didn’t use to wear so little and his mouth waters a bit even if he’s mostly sworn off feeding for the sake of holding a life in his hands and feeling it fade away.
Kyungsoo’s call brings Minseok to a building that reaches high into the sky and the man waiting at the door parts his lips to deter Minseok from entering until Minseok bares his pointed teeth, eyes flashing red for just long enough to make the human wonder if it was real or imagined and he enters unhindered. The inside of the building is mostly empty, immaculate marble flooring and floral decorations meant to bring it all together. Minseok mostly finds it distasteful and focuses on the echo of his steps toward the elevator.
Humans and their contraptions.
Minseok takes the stairs instead, letting his instincts take him up flight after flight until he reaches the topmost floor. A soft laugh flits from Minseok’s throat and his mouth twitches into a fond smile. Of course Kyungsoo would sit himself on top of the world.
It’s admittedly nice to see his old friend, his sire, and Minseok allows himself to be enveloped in a hug and dragged inside the place Kyungsoo now calls home. It’s no castle as Kyungsoo is wont to procure, but it’s spacious enough for him and his lover.
“Jongin,” Minseok greets and he’s pulled into a hug by his blood brother - vampires with the same sire. Kyungsoo fell for Jongin nearly five hundred years ago and hadn’t wasted a moment turning him and they’ve been inseparable since. It warms Minseok’s cold, dead heart to see them still together.
“It’s good to see you,” Jongin mumbles against Minseok’s neck and it’s difficult not to feel the stirrings of nostalgia pluck at his senses.
“You too,” Minseok answers truthfully, releasing Jongin who walks back over to Kyungsoo, leaving a kiss on Kyungsoo’s temple before leaving the two of them to converse.
Kyungsoo appraises Minseok, eyes flitting over his decaying clothing and the dust that’s settled in his hair. “You, my old friend, are a mess.”
Minseok laughs and it comes out scratchy, his throat unused to the action. “Is that why I am here? For you to make jibes at my chosen attire?”
“Hardly,” Kyungsoo chuckles.
“Then why am I here?”
A frown pulls on Kyungsoo’s lips, a look that Minseok hasn’t seen often on his sire’s face. Kyungsoo is charismatic, insatiable in his lust for the pleasures of life, and unhappiness clashes with everything he is. “I’ve always believed in letting you live out your immortality as you desired, without forcing you to follow me or stay at my side even when I wanted you to,” Kyungsoo begins, slowly moving forward until he’s close enough to cup Minseok’s face, stare into his eyes. “But I won’t lose you to history. I can feel you slipping away already and I’ve lost too many friends. I won’t lose you.”
Minseok can feel the pain in his sire’s heart, feel the loneliness that’s threatening to creep in around him and it saddens him, makes him ache for the better days, but it does not change Minseok’s mind. “I am sorry,” he whispers. “I am finished with this life.” Minseok slips away, leaving Kyungsoo standing in the middle of his modern room, knowing that Jongin will be there to fill in the missing piece when he’s gone.
Minseok doesn’t make it to the door.
“Stop,” Kyungsoo commands, his voice resonating inside Minseok’s head, forcing him to obey. A small hand rests on the back of Minseok’s neck, caressing over the exposed skin as Kyungsoo circles to face him, keeping Minseok in place. “I forbid you to die.”
“Please,” Minseok begs, “I cannot continue this way.”
“Then don’t,” Kyungsoo answers. “Don’t. I command you to find someone to turn into a vampire. Let this person be your link to the outside world, let them open your eyes and be there at your side.”
Minseok would cry if he had the tears, but they disappeared when his heart stopped beating. Kyungsoo wraps his arms around Minseok, holding him tight enough to crush a human. “Find someone to be for you what Jongin is to me.”
Minseok stares unerringly up at the moon, admiring her pocked surface as she ascends high in the sky. At least in this bright new world, she is still the same. He finally turns from her, walking down a lonely street cast in shadows, wondering how he is supposed to bring someone into this life when all he wants is to escape it.
The sound of laughter ricochets off the dull brick walls and Minseok remembers when he used to find merriment in everything around him, his curiosity unending and his thirst unquenchable. He’d taken and taken and given only death in return and it brought him joy. But even that gets old over time.
There are keys clutched tightly in Minseok’s hand. They belong to a house outside the city, one that Kyungsoo owns and has given to Minseok because a condemned shed is no place for a vampire. “Have some dignity,” Kyungsoo had exclaimed when Minseok revealed his current dwelling and he’d been given little choice in accepting Kyungsoo’s generosity.
Minseok arrives just before sunrise, teasing and testing Kyungsoo’s compulsory command by seeing how long he can stand in the open. His body is forced inside against his will before the first rays of the sun crest over the horizon and Minseok is ashamed to feel the rush from it cloud his mind with the thrill of days past. Minseok isn’t that vampire anymore.
Every window in the house is covered with thick draperies that keep the sunlight out and Minseok admires Jongin’s taste in furnishings - deep crimson fabrics with gold edging and burnished wood. There are tapestries on the walls that Minseok remembers vividly from when they’d taken up residence in a castle nestled in a mountain valley. The vibrant colors that used to brighten the dark halls are now dull from age. Minseok finds an odd comfort in it.
It’s a feeling far more potent than exhaustion that clings to Minseok when he finds the large master bedroom on the second floor. For vampires, the urge to rest while the sun is out is irresistible and Minseok burrows himself under a layer of thick, soft comforters that are far too yellow for his liking. Kyungsoo must have had a hand in this room; it’s obnoxiously floral.
Before he lets the darkness of day take him, Minseok ponders the itch in the back of his throat, a thirst that has long since ceased to bother him. He tries to retain the thought even as he falls into the dreamless sleep of the dead, but it slips out of reach just as the darkness clutches him.
Minseok goes about the business of making himself publicly presentable as soon as the sun sets that evening, stumbling his way out of the tangle of sheets around his feet and landing on the floor with a soft, embarrassing thud. He’s thankful that no one is around to see his folly. It’s been a long while since Minseok has made use of a bed and he has to admit that it was refreshing.
There are clothes - mostly Kyungsoo’s - in the closet and wardrobe; Minseok can tell because the fabrics range in a wide variety from casual black to soul-sucking black to the one white shirt with buttons three-quarters of the way through the line of tops hanging in the closet. Minseok decides to wear it simply because it seems out of place, but not without a shower first.
Minseok’s been uninterested in humans and their tinkering for a long time which leaves him disoriented when it comes to modern day plumbing and at least the blast of cold water that hits him square in the face isn’t enough to bother a vampire. Mostly it leaves him standing in the middle of the shower looking like a sopping wet cat that’s just dragged itself from a river. All the dirt and dust collected in his hair, coating his skin and wedged under his nails, washes away with the scent of cucumber melon to swirl around the drain.
There’s a large, gaudy mirror - he doesn’t expect any less - in the bathroom that Minseok uses to inspect himself. He’s heard the lore of their kind, of the lack of a soul preventing them from having a reflection and it’s all utter nonsense. Of course Minseok has a soul. He also has a reflection that stares back at him, unimpressed. The effects of not feeding often enough are becoming quite clear. His skin is nearly translucent around his eyes and down his neck, veins running just underneath in a web that if anyone were to look at closely enough, they’d run in fear.
The shirt is a little too small across the chest and Minseok rotates his arms uncomfortably as he rummages for pants. He ends up in a black pair - no surprise - that, once again, are a tad snug. The fabric catches around his thighs, but there’s nothing to be done. Minseok can already feel Kyungsoo’s last command whispering around the edges of his thoughts and he means to accept and follow the order before the choice is taken out of his hands.
If he’s to make a companion for eternity, he wants to do it himself lest he end up tainting the immortals with another vampire such as the likes of Baekhyun. Crazed little devil, that one. Last Minseok heard, Baekhyun had finally pulled his wits together and found someone foolish enough to spend his forever with. Minseok had mourned for Jongdae when he’d heard how enamoured he was with Baekhyun and wished them well.
It’s been at least six centuries since then and he hasn’t heard word of any town-wide massacres which either means Jongdae has kept Baekhyun’s blood-thirsty tendencies under control or they’ve killed each other. He hopes for the former, but the latter is far more likely an outcome.
Now that he’s dressed (at least the shoes fit) and in tune with the resonating command pushing at his instincts, Minseok steps outside into the night and breathes it in. Instead of dust and rot he smells flowers and trees, fabric softener and the shampoo he’d lathered in his hair. And then he’s off, moving faster than the human eye back toward the city he’d only left the night before. He’s on the hunt.
The pungent odor of the city is not so pleasant. Minseok takes one whiff before deciding it would be best only to inhale the vile, polluted air into his lungs if necessary. Right here, in the shadows, he has no reason for a human visage. He means to head inwards, away from the dilapidated buildings falling down around him and the sounds of dying men whispering in the darkness. Minseok intends to find someone where the lights are brightest and streets so crowded that no one will notice if one of their own simply vanishes.
But Minseok hasn’t gone far before a solid weight lands against his chest. He’s taken off his guard, too busy with his internalized rationalizing to realize someone was in his path - or deliberately put themselves in his path. If he were human he might be distracted with the stuttering apology the boy breathes, but Minseok isn’t. He can feel this boy’s thin fingers sweep into his pockets in search of anything he can find of value.
Sadly, there is none and Minseok doesn’t take kindly to pickpockets.
He grasps the boy by his elbows, using his strength - of which he has little from his self-imposed sabbatical - to launch them both into the nearby alley, pushing this pathetic, frail body into the wall with a hiss. Minseok thinks to drain him dry, let it be a lesson for the brief minutes he will have left of his worthless life, but something holds him captive, gives him pause for thought.
There’s distressed wheezes coming from the boy’s mouth, his eyes wide in fear and face smudged with dirt. He struggles, only to be kept in place easily as Minseok inspects him. He’s all skin and bone, hardly any muscle to be seen and when Minseok inhales, he notes the scent of death that clings to him. He’s been out here for a long time, probably living off whatever he can find in trash cans and out of the pockets of strangers who walk in unaware.
He appears so young even if he stands taller than Minseok, which may be the reason there’s still some fight left in him. “Calm yourself,” Minseok commands and the boy shudders beneath his hold before going still.
All it takes is a palm to the boy’s chest to keep him from crumpling to the ground in fear and Minseok further inspects him. There’s an innocence buried under the harsh realities of his circumstances, the traces of a hard life found in the knobs of his bony elbows and protruding ribs, the scars from fights nearly faded and running along pale, but dirtied, skin.
“How old are you?” Minseok inquires, watching the way the boy licks frantically over his chapped lips, eyes darting from side to side before realizing they’re alone and there’s no chance of rescue.
“Nineteen,” he rasps, adam’s apple bobbing as he swallows nervously.
In Minseok’s day, nineteen was a grown man with a wife and family, his back hunched from hard labor and his worries etched in the lines forming around his eyes. This wisp of a boy is nothing of that, is of a completely different time and Minseok finds a beauty in it. “What is your name?”
“Sehun.”
“Sehun,” Minseok croons, raising his hand to trail it lightly over high cheekbone. “Do you want to know what forever tastes like?”
Sehun’s heart beats frantically, deliciously in his ribs like a wild bird in a small cage, desperate to be freed. “I don’t want to die,” Sehun whispers, trying to shrink away.
“It is not death I offer,” Minseok answers, pressing closer to Sehun to run his nose up the human’s neck, to relish in the way he trembles at the cold trail left behind. “But eternity.”
When he peers into Sehun’s eyes, amidst the myriad of browns that speckle his pupils, he sees a determination, a fire that Minseok recognizes as one he had long ago. This boy lusts for life as Minseok used to lust for blood, for pleasure. It’s all the answer he needs and yet he still waits for the stiff nod that comes paired with wide, curious eyes.
Minseok has to hold Sehun still, bodies flush together against dirty brick with a thigh wedged between his legs as he buries his face in Sehun’s neck. A brief pause is given for Minseok to appreciate the unsteady puffs of air that accompany the erratic fluttering of his pulse, the feel of Sehun’s nails as he reaches out instinctively, trembling fingers curled around Minseok’s biceps. Minseok’s jaw aches and his throat closes at the thought of tasting the life that fills Sehun’s veins and he moans when he alleviates his thirst with a piercing bite.
Sehun whimpers in pain, his entire body bucking against Minseok’s in an initial fight that he is too powerless to win. Minseok sinks his teeth in harder, deep enough to feel a burst of blood on his tongue. His lips form a suction around the wound to keep any from spilling as Minseok swallows down mouthful after mouthful of glorious ambrosia, his eyes rolling back at the pleasure of the thick liquid coating his parched throat and spreading warmth through his cold, dead limbs.
His fingers twist in Sehun’s greasy hair, tilting his neck further as Minseok drinks down his fill and more because this isn’t just about feeding. Sehun makes a choked off noise, a gurgle that rattles in Minseok’s ears and Sehun’s arms fall limp at his sides. If Minseok were any younger he wouldn’t have the control to pull away and staunch the wound by biting the tip of his tongue to force his blood into the punctures. It’s been so long since he’s fed properly and he’s buzzing, head light and mind foggy with the power that comes from being so full, so gorged.
Sehun’s weight is nothing as Minseok lifts him over his shoulder, holding tight with one hand as he slips from the shadows to go back to the house. He still needs to complete the process, but he doesn’t fancy Sehun’s first memories of waking up as an immortal to be tainted with images of that god forsaken alley.
Temptation sits heavy on Minseok’s tongue, swirls like golden pathways through his veins as Sehun’s blood is absorbed, filling him with new life. He moves quicker, sharper until they’re inside, safe. Minseok only pauses for a fraction of a second, as he ponders Kyungsoo’s wrath at staining his precious matching bedspread and sheet set with blood, before deciding it’s irrelevant.
Sehun is paler, chest only barely rising and falling with every shallow breath, fighting to keep his heart beating. And it is beating. Just not for much longer. Minseok crawls over him, nudges Sehun’s face with two fingers until he’s looking up through glazed-over eyes. It’s a simple, painless slice of his incisor over his wrist to have the fresh, vampire-laced blood pooling and he presses the wound to Sehun’s lips.
“You have to drink.”
Sehun stirs, the drag of his tongue soft, inquisitive over the open wound and Minseok encourages him with a nod, their eyes meeting when Sehun swallows his first mouthful. He winces, breathing harsh, heavy through his nose, but Minseok keeps his wrist pressed firmly to his mouth, trying to calm him with easy words, a gentle caress of his hand over Sehun’s temple to catch an errant tear.
Crimson rivulets run thick from the corners of Sehun’s mouth, messy as he fights against it. It’s only natural. The life clinging to Sehun’s bones is extinguished more with every drop of tainted, invasive blood. Sehun is fighting to breathe, but his muscles have all grown still, lacking the energy to push at Minseok who ensures Sehun has consumed enough blood to take him over completely.
Minseok listens to Sehun’s heart, counts the seconds between beats until there isn’t one. The room falls silent, Minseok staring down at this street urchin who now lays dead underneath him, red smeared around his mouth and dripping onto the horrendous yellow flowers on the comforter below. The compulsion has lessened, freeing Minseok’s mind enough for him to feel remorse over what he’s just done.
Even knowing this boy has had a hard, short life, he mourns what he’s possibly taken from him - the chance to form bonds with other people, love and fight and hate, grow old and watch his children have children of their own before he goes quietly into Death’s embrace.
Minseok watches Sehun's pale form grow cold, sitting back on the pillows as the change continues inside his body. He knows Sehun won't wake up this night and Minseok takes the time to ensure all the curtains are closed tight and the doors are all locked. Already, he cares more for Sehun's life than his own.
In the bathroom, Minseok shrugs out of his shirt and washes the blood from his neck and face that had splattered during Sehun's struggle. When he peers at his reflection, he doesn't see the veins underneath his skin or the sickly pallor that he'd taken on in recent decades. He appears far more human, eyes bright from the feed and lips stained a darker pink. His kind are supposed to be magnetic, attractive and Minseok is back to the devastation he was long ago.
He keeps his senses attuned to Sehun just in case he wakes early, only to curl beside his new companion when the sun rises and drags him under. Minseok falls asleep with his arm around Sehun's waist, imagining a better future for them both.
Minseok wakes to a nudging in his mind, a new presence that sits heavy against a backdrop of darkness - Sehun. When his eyes open, they peer into another pair, Sehun’s face close enough for their noses to nearly brush. Sehun is unmoving, studious as he takes in Minseok’s appearance with his new vision. He knows what it’s like to wake up, to open your eyes to find that the world around you has been white-washed and the colors now dance around with tinkling laughter no human can ever hope to hear.
Sehun is breathing, a habit retained from life that will fade over time. For now, it will aid him in hunting, tracking, learning the scents that surround his home in order to ensure nothing is amiss. Minseok is riveted, a little starstruck if he’s honest with himself, at the way immortality caresses lovingly harsh over Sehun’s bones, enhancing the pink of his lips, the gleam in his eyes, the alabaster of his skin.
All these elements combined leave Sehun a stunning vampire boy.
Minseok tests Sehun by using his inhuman speed to leave the bed as Sehun inhales, pressing himself into a corner before the exhale. Sehun is quick to roll onto his hands and feet, posture low and teeth bared threateningly as his back dips, his weight on the balls of his feet to launch if he needs to. They maintain eye contact for several moments before Sehun seems to realize what he’s done out of instinct and falls back, confused. Minseok smiles.
“Sehun,” Minseok speaks, his voice soft and low so as to not overwhelm him. “Do you remember me?”
Sehun nods tentatively and a wave of affection floods strong through their connection, taking Minseok by surprise. Minseok goes warm, fuzzy and he holds out his arms in invitation. It takes no time for Sehun to find a home in them, shrunk down small enough to fit in Minseok’s embrace, face pushed to Minseok’s neck. “Thank you,” Sehun whispers.
Minseok’s reservations dissolve and he’s helpless to fight against the hold Sehun is going to have on him forever.
Sehun is childlike in his fascination with his new world, his attention darting from the immaculate weave of the draperies to the dust motes dancing in the air, to the way his fingers feel sliding sure and soft over the rise of Minseok's cheek. Minseok allows himself to get caught up in the excitement, unable to stop himself when Sehun's emotions spill over into him. This link between them is strong, unyielding and Minseok wonders if this is what Kyungsoo feels all the time - this constant push and pull of his own emotions against the ones of his fledglings.
It takes little coaxing to get Sehun into the shower to wash away the grime and blood, his clothing disposed of in the trash to never be worn again. Sehun doesn't need anything of his old life - not when he has this one now. Minseok will never let him want for anything.
Sehun steps out of the bathroom, trails of water droplets rolling down the lean planes of his body from his still damp hair. Minseok has long since shed his preconceived notions of shame, of embarrassment at the bare human form, and has instead come to see the beauty in all types, all sizes and shapes. Sehun is a work of art, confident and comfortable in his own skin as he waits for Minseok to find him something that will fit.
It starts too subtle for Minseok to pick up on immediately, too focused on finding more Jongin-sized pants and less of Kyungsoo's for Sehun to wear. Sehun is patient, eyes never removed from Minseok as he flits around with his vampire speed, finally clothing him suitably. Sehun's head tilts, the swell of his lower lip pushing out the littlest bit and Minseok is fascinated by it, entranced at the image.
It's only then that he notices; Sehun is thirsty. His eyes are dark, the color of his pupils nearly blackened out and Minseok can feel the burn, that constant gnawing itch that won't go away until sated. Minseok feels this hunger as if it were his own. He's struck by the strength of the thirst, the way it hit hard and so soon after awakening.
"Come here," Minseok beckons, amused at the speed of Sehun's movements, eager to be beside him on the bed.
Sehun's tongue swipes over his lips, his stare oriented on where Minseok is baring his neck. "You need to feed," Minseok explains softly, reaching out to rest his palm on the back of Sehun's head and guide Sehun where he needs to be. The drag of Sehun's nose over his skin catches Minseok off guard and he tightens his hold, Sehun moaning at the feel of Minseok's nails nearly piercing the sensitive skin of his neck. "Bite."
Sehun's teeth run sharp over Minseok's neck, but they don't pierce the flesh. Instead, Sehun recoils, only held fast by Minseok's grip.
"I know," he croons softly. "It hurts, the ache in your gums. But biting will alleviate the discomfort. Just let your instincts guide you."
When Sehun finally bites, it lacks finesse and proper positioning, but he has the strength to break through the skin and into a vein. It stings for only a moment before Sehun is sucking the blood down with a low moan, clinging tight to him as if Minseok was attempting to get away.
Minseok already knows this won't be enough to fill him, but it will take the edge off and he encourages Sehun to drink more, to keep his lips tight so nothing spills out. It's been a long time since Minseok's felt this close to someone - since Minseok reveled in the bond he shares with Kyungsoo - and still, this manages to be different, stronger, more all-consuming. As the child of Kyungsoo, Minseok always wanted to please him, to be at his side and share in his joy. But as a sire, Minseok has this urge to protect, shield, devote his existence to keeping Sehun safe, happy.
Sehun's jaw locks and Minseok has to take hold of him, pry him away before he drinks too much and Minseok loses his strength. A low whine fills the room and Minseok is already brushing his fingers through Sehun's hair, swiping his thumb along Sehun's lower lip to catch a drop of crimson before it falls. An instant later, Sehun has Minseok's thumb in his mouth, tongue eagerly cleaning the blood as his eyes finally focus on Minseok.
"You taste so good," Sehun growls the moment he lets Minseok's hand drop. And then Sehun is launching himself at Minseok who is momentarily worried that Sehun is going to try and feed from him again; the momentum forces him onto his back, Sehun's weight pushing him down.
Minseok is prepared to shove him away until he feels the way Sehun's fingers are curling in his hair, hears the breathy little noises that escape his mouth as his body reacts to the blood. It takes Minseok by surprise, and he's too shocked to do anything but lay still as he feels the outline of Sehun's erection sliding up and down his thigh as the new vampire grinds himself against Minseok for release.
Minseok could flip Sehun over and fuck him, knowing that Sehun would spread his legs and beg for it. He could take everything, keep Sehun on the precipice of pleasure until sunrise before letting him find the end, but he remains still. He can't deny that he wants Sehun; he wants Sehun writhing underneath him, his long legs wrapped around his waist as Minseok's buries himself in his willing body. And Minseok's cock grows hard, his fingers tingling with the instinct to reach, grab, control. His fangs ache, elongating enough to push sharp into his lip, and Minseok uses the pain to ground himself, to resist.
Sehun moves without rhythm, gasping and scraping his teeth softly over Minseok's shoulder. It isn't long before he's coming with a shudder, his entire body tensing as he rides it out. Minseok allows himself to embrace Sehun, to accept Sehun's presence because he seems content to lay where he is, face pushed to Minseok's neck.
Minseok rubs soothing circles on Sehun's back, listens to the way Sehun's breath evens out while forsaking his own lust. "It will not always be so overwhelming," he begins in a whisper. Sehun snuffles against him, humming lightly. "You are young and everything is going to feel overpowering for a while. I will teach you how to control it."
Sehun lets out a contented sigh, still paying attention, but quiet, possibly introspective. Minseok can feel his curiosity prickling in his mind, but also his hesitance.
"The blood you have taken from me will not sate your thirst for long," Minseok explains. "Vampire blood lacks the necessary components to nourish our bodies. But for now, you will only feed from me; at least until we get your impulses reined in. I will have to go out to feed, but I will not go far and I will return for you. I promise. And after it gets easier, I will take you out with me to teach you how to feed properly."
Sehun raises his head, propping his chin on Minseok's chest to peer up at him. "Why did you pick me?"
"I did not," Minseok answers, running his hand up Sehun's spine to play with his hair. "You picked me."
Sehun's smile is bright, entrancing. "Does this mean you're mine?"
Minseok laughs. "In a sense."
Sehun pushes his face into Minseok's chest. "In every sense." Minseok opens his mouth to protest, but Sehun cuts him off. "I can feel it," he mumbles, but Minseok hears him loud and clear. "I can feel that you're mine."
Minseok wonders if Sehun can also feel how very much he desires him, and wants to indulge in him because he’s still hard and aching and Sehun is so content, innocent as he lays in his arms. Tonight - and all nights for the foreseeable future - are about Sehun. And he has so much to teach him.
part ii
Pairing: Minseok/Sehun (side Kyungsoo/Jongin)
Rating: NC-17
Length: 11.3k
Warnings: vampires, blood, minor character death
Author's Note: originally written for sncj-santa
Summary: Nothing cures the boredom of eternity like siring a new vampire.
Eternity.
The idea of eternity is enthralling, captivating with its what-ifs and maybes; the very word has its own gravitational pull, enticing and beautiful as it tempts even the strongest of mortals with the lure of living forever.
What people fail to realize is the abundance of boredom that befalls eternity's victims after a few lifetimes have passed and there's nothing left in the world to cling to. Minseok had been one of those eager men, fearfully running from the end death had planned for him and into the arms of immortality. He'd been so young, so naive and full of hope.
His salvation from aging came in the form of a seducer, a man so beautiful Minseok's very breath had been stolen. It hadn't taken long for Minseok to fall into the trap of the man's thighs, the crooned compliments that fell from his plush lips, the promises made with every touch of cold fingertips pressed to Minseok's hips. Kyungsoo had been everything Minseok wanted and he'd accepted all he had to offer, giving up his life as a fish merchant's son and embracing the night. Kyungsoo had taken his blood, brought him to the brink of death and let Minseok stare into the abyss before gifting a more permanent life back into him with drops of crimson that stained his lips and slid thick down his throat.
Kyungsoo showed Minseok the pleasures of the world, taught him to hunt and feed, to turn humans into toys for his enjoyment before discarding them and moving on to the next. Minseok learned to indulge in pleasures of the flesh, the mind, the spirit as he took all he wanted and gave nothing back.
But not everything was gilded perfection. Minseok watched from the shadows as everyone he'd known in life died, mourned their passing and held tight to their memories even as their descendants forgot and moved on, giving birth to new generations.
After spending hundreds of years at Kyungsoo's side - sometimes as a lover, sometimes as a companion and fellow creature of the night - Minseok left to set out on his own path. It hasn't always been easy. He's had to dig himself out of some interesting messes - like the one time in France when he’d seduced a trio of sisters into his bed and after they were caught by the girls’ brother, Minseok ended up under the sheets with him as well - and charm his way from under the executioner's axe more than once, but he did it on his own.
And as far as Minseok may run, as deep as he may bury himself, his path always leads back to Kyungsoo eventually. They've met up over the centuries, reminiscing about the old days and how things have changed, parting ways after sharing a meal and promising to do it again, knowing it may be decades before it happens.
It's been close to ninety years since Minseok's seen Kyungsoo, seventy-five years since Minseok ignored Kyungsoo's first invitation to join him, preferring to slink away and let time forget him. As Minseok’s sire, Kyungsoo could force him to comply, take control of Minseok’s will and drag him wherever he chose, but Kyungsoo has never been that cruel.
Minseok is tired. He can feel it in his bones, in the way his lungs rattle with each forced breath and the absence of a desire to feed. He's content to remain stationary, let the world grow and build around him without being a part of it. Eternity is catching up with Minseok and he's ready to let himself be swept under the rug and crumble to dust.
A foreign world rises around him, bright lights even in the dead of night keep the cities alive and Minseok finds himself in the center of one, following a pull he can no longer ignore. Kyungsoo’s patience has run its course and he has no choice but to be pulled along. It’s a hook in his chest, an unending pain that forces him to venture from his home - if one can call a run down, forgotten building a home - and out into the open, exposed.
People glance at him, skirting around the man who appears out of synch, his clothing old and outdated, his skin an unhealthy pallor even for an undead creature such as himself. His eyes trail after cars speeding down the busy streets and then flicker toward the scintillating displays of skin on display. Humans didn’t use to wear so little and his mouth waters a bit even if he’s mostly sworn off feeding for the sake of holding a life in his hands and feeling it fade away.
Kyungsoo’s call brings Minseok to a building that reaches high into the sky and the man waiting at the door parts his lips to deter Minseok from entering until Minseok bares his pointed teeth, eyes flashing red for just long enough to make the human wonder if it was real or imagined and he enters unhindered. The inside of the building is mostly empty, immaculate marble flooring and floral decorations meant to bring it all together. Minseok mostly finds it distasteful and focuses on the echo of his steps toward the elevator.
Humans and their contraptions.
Minseok takes the stairs instead, letting his instincts take him up flight after flight until he reaches the topmost floor. A soft laugh flits from Minseok’s throat and his mouth twitches into a fond smile. Of course Kyungsoo would sit himself on top of the world.
It’s admittedly nice to see his old friend, his sire, and Minseok allows himself to be enveloped in a hug and dragged inside the place Kyungsoo now calls home. It’s no castle as Kyungsoo is wont to procure, but it’s spacious enough for him and his lover.
“Jongin,” Minseok greets and he’s pulled into a hug by his blood brother - vampires with the same sire. Kyungsoo fell for Jongin nearly five hundred years ago and hadn’t wasted a moment turning him and they’ve been inseparable since. It warms Minseok’s cold, dead heart to see them still together.
“It’s good to see you,” Jongin mumbles against Minseok’s neck and it’s difficult not to feel the stirrings of nostalgia pluck at his senses.
“You too,” Minseok answers truthfully, releasing Jongin who walks back over to Kyungsoo, leaving a kiss on Kyungsoo’s temple before leaving the two of them to converse.
Kyungsoo appraises Minseok, eyes flitting over his decaying clothing and the dust that’s settled in his hair. “You, my old friend, are a mess.”
Minseok laughs and it comes out scratchy, his throat unused to the action. “Is that why I am here? For you to make jibes at my chosen attire?”
“Hardly,” Kyungsoo chuckles.
“Then why am I here?”
A frown pulls on Kyungsoo’s lips, a look that Minseok hasn’t seen often on his sire’s face. Kyungsoo is charismatic, insatiable in his lust for the pleasures of life, and unhappiness clashes with everything he is. “I’ve always believed in letting you live out your immortality as you desired, without forcing you to follow me or stay at my side even when I wanted you to,” Kyungsoo begins, slowly moving forward until he’s close enough to cup Minseok’s face, stare into his eyes. “But I won’t lose you to history. I can feel you slipping away already and I’ve lost too many friends. I won’t lose you.”
Minseok can feel the pain in his sire’s heart, feel the loneliness that’s threatening to creep in around him and it saddens him, makes him ache for the better days, but it does not change Minseok’s mind. “I am sorry,” he whispers. “I am finished with this life.” Minseok slips away, leaving Kyungsoo standing in the middle of his modern room, knowing that Jongin will be there to fill in the missing piece when he’s gone.
Minseok doesn’t make it to the door.
“Stop,” Kyungsoo commands, his voice resonating inside Minseok’s head, forcing him to obey. A small hand rests on the back of Minseok’s neck, caressing over the exposed skin as Kyungsoo circles to face him, keeping Minseok in place. “I forbid you to die.”
“Please,” Minseok begs, “I cannot continue this way.”
“Then don’t,” Kyungsoo answers. “Don’t. I command you to find someone to turn into a vampire. Let this person be your link to the outside world, let them open your eyes and be there at your side.”
Minseok would cry if he had the tears, but they disappeared when his heart stopped beating. Kyungsoo wraps his arms around Minseok, holding him tight enough to crush a human. “Find someone to be for you what Jongin is to me.”
Minseok stares unerringly up at the moon, admiring her pocked surface as she ascends high in the sky. At least in this bright new world, she is still the same. He finally turns from her, walking down a lonely street cast in shadows, wondering how he is supposed to bring someone into this life when all he wants is to escape it.
The sound of laughter ricochets off the dull brick walls and Minseok remembers when he used to find merriment in everything around him, his curiosity unending and his thirst unquenchable. He’d taken and taken and given only death in return and it brought him joy. But even that gets old over time.
There are keys clutched tightly in Minseok’s hand. They belong to a house outside the city, one that Kyungsoo owns and has given to Minseok because a condemned shed is no place for a vampire. “Have some dignity,” Kyungsoo had exclaimed when Minseok revealed his current dwelling and he’d been given little choice in accepting Kyungsoo’s generosity.
Minseok arrives just before sunrise, teasing and testing Kyungsoo’s compulsory command by seeing how long he can stand in the open. His body is forced inside against his will before the first rays of the sun crest over the horizon and Minseok is ashamed to feel the rush from it cloud his mind with the thrill of days past. Minseok isn’t that vampire anymore.
Every window in the house is covered with thick draperies that keep the sunlight out and Minseok admires Jongin’s taste in furnishings - deep crimson fabrics with gold edging and burnished wood. There are tapestries on the walls that Minseok remembers vividly from when they’d taken up residence in a castle nestled in a mountain valley. The vibrant colors that used to brighten the dark halls are now dull from age. Minseok finds an odd comfort in it.
It’s a feeling far more potent than exhaustion that clings to Minseok when he finds the large master bedroom on the second floor. For vampires, the urge to rest while the sun is out is irresistible and Minseok burrows himself under a layer of thick, soft comforters that are far too yellow for his liking. Kyungsoo must have had a hand in this room; it’s obnoxiously floral.
Before he lets the darkness of day take him, Minseok ponders the itch in the back of his throat, a thirst that has long since ceased to bother him. He tries to retain the thought even as he falls into the dreamless sleep of the dead, but it slips out of reach just as the darkness clutches him.
Minseok goes about the business of making himself publicly presentable as soon as the sun sets that evening, stumbling his way out of the tangle of sheets around his feet and landing on the floor with a soft, embarrassing thud. He’s thankful that no one is around to see his folly. It’s been a long while since Minseok has made use of a bed and he has to admit that it was refreshing.
There are clothes - mostly Kyungsoo’s - in the closet and wardrobe; Minseok can tell because the fabrics range in a wide variety from casual black to soul-sucking black to the one white shirt with buttons three-quarters of the way through the line of tops hanging in the closet. Minseok decides to wear it simply because it seems out of place, but not without a shower first.
Minseok’s been uninterested in humans and their tinkering for a long time which leaves him disoriented when it comes to modern day plumbing and at least the blast of cold water that hits him square in the face isn’t enough to bother a vampire. Mostly it leaves him standing in the middle of the shower looking like a sopping wet cat that’s just dragged itself from a river. All the dirt and dust collected in his hair, coating his skin and wedged under his nails, washes away with the scent of cucumber melon to swirl around the drain.
There’s a large, gaudy mirror - he doesn’t expect any less - in the bathroom that Minseok uses to inspect himself. He’s heard the lore of their kind, of the lack of a soul preventing them from having a reflection and it’s all utter nonsense. Of course Minseok has a soul. He also has a reflection that stares back at him, unimpressed. The effects of not feeding often enough are becoming quite clear. His skin is nearly translucent around his eyes and down his neck, veins running just underneath in a web that if anyone were to look at closely enough, they’d run in fear.
The shirt is a little too small across the chest and Minseok rotates his arms uncomfortably as he rummages for pants. He ends up in a black pair - no surprise - that, once again, are a tad snug. The fabric catches around his thighs, but there’s nothing to be done. Minseok can already feel Kyungsoo’s last command whispering around the edges of his thoughts and he means to accept and follow the order before the choice is taken out of his hands.
If he’s to make a companion for eternity, he wants to do it himself lest he end up tainting the immortals with another vampire such as the likes of Baekhyun. Crazed little devil, that one. Last Minseok heard, Baekhyun had finally pulled his wits together and found someone foolish enough to spend his forever with. Minseok had mourned for Jongdae when he’d heard how enamoured he was with Baekhyun and wished them well.
It’s been at least six centuries since then and he hasn’t heard word of any town-wide massacres which either means Jongdae has kept Baekhyun’s blood-thirsty tendencies under control or they’ve killed each other. He hopes for the former, but the latter is far more likely an outcome.
Now that he’s dressed (at least the shoes fit) and in tune with the resonating command pushing at his instincts, Minseok steps outside into the night and breathes it in. Instead of dust and rot he smells flowers and trees, fabric softener and the shampoo he’d lathered in his hair. And then he’s off, moving faster than the human eye back toward the city he’d only left the night before. He’s on the hunt.
The pungent odor of the city is not so pleasant. Minseok takes one whiff before deciding it would be best only to inhale the vile, polluted air into his lungs if necessary. Right here, in the shadows, he has no reason for a human visage. He means to head inwards, away from the dilapidated buildings falling down around him and the sounds of dying men whispering in the darkness. Minseok intends to find someone where the lights are brightest and streets so crowded that no one will notice if one of their own simply vanishes.
But Minseok hasn’t gone far before a solid weight lands against his chest. He’s taken off his guard, too busy with his internalized rationalizing to realize someone was in his path - or deliberately put themselves in his path. If he were human he might be distracted with the stuttering apology the boy breathes, but Minseok isn’t. He can feel this boy’s thin fingers sweep into his pockets in search of anything he can find of value.
Sadly, there is none and Minseok doesn’t take kindly to pickpockets.
He grasps the boy by his elbows, using his strength - of which he has little from his self-imposed sabbatical - to launch them both into the nearby alley, pushing this pathetic, frail body into the wall with a hiss. Minseok thinks to drain him dry, let it be a lesson for the brief minutes he will have left of his worthless life, but something holds him captive, gives him pause for thought.
There’s distressed wheezes coming from the boy’s mouth, his eyes wide in fear and face smudged with dirt. He struggles, only to be kept in place easily as Minseok inspects him. He’s all skin and bone, hardly any muscle to be seen and when Minseok inhales, he notes the scent of death that clings to him. He’s been out here for a long time, probably living off whatever he can find in trash cans and out of the pockets of strangers who walk in unaware.
He appears so young even if he stands taller than Minseok, which may be the reason there’s still some fight left in him. “Calm yourself,” Minseok commands and the boy shudders beneath his hold before going still.
All it takes is a palm to the boy’s chest to keep him from crumpling to the ground in fear and Minseok further inspects him. There’s an innocence buried under the harsh realities of his circumstances, the traces of a hard life found in the knobs of his bony elbows and protruding ribs, the scars from fights nearly faded and running along pale, but dirtied, skin.
“How old are you?” Minseok inquires, watching the way the boy licks frantically over his chapped lips, eyes darting from side to side before realizing they’re alone and there’s no chance of rescue.
“Nineteen,” he rasps, adam’s apple bobbing as he swallows nervously.
In Minseok’s day, nineteen was a grown man with a wife and family, his back hunched from hard labor and his worries etched in the lines forming around his eyes. This wisp of a boy is nothing of that, is of a completely different time and Minseok finds a beauty in it. “What is your name?”
“Sehun.”
“Sehun,” Minseok croons, raising his hand to trail it lightly over high cheekbone. “Do you want to know what forever tastes like?”
Sehun’s heart beats frantically, deliciously in his ribs like a wild bird in a small cage, desperate to be freed. “I don’t want to die,” Sehun whispers, trying to shrink away.
“It is not death I offer,” Minseok answers, pressing closer to Sehun to run his nose up the human’s neck, to relish in the way he trembles at the cold trail left behind. “But eternity.”
When he peers into Sehun’s eyes, amidst the myriad of browns that speckle his pupils, he sees a determination, a fire that Minseok recognizes as one he had long ago. This boy lusts for life as Minseok used to lust for blood, for pleasure. It’s all the answer he needs and yet he still waits for the stiff nod that comes paired with wide, curious eyes.
Minseok has to hold Sehun still, bodies flush together against dirty brick with a thigh wedged between his legs as he buries his face in Sehun’s neck. A brief pause is given for Minseok to appreciate the unsteady puffs of air that accompany the erratic fluttering of his pulse, the feel of Sehun’s nails as he reaches out instinctively, trembling fingers curled around Minseok’s biceps. Minseok’s jaw aches and his throat closes at the thought of tasting the life that fills Sehun’s veins and he moans when he alleviates his thirst with a piercing bite.
Sehun whimpers in pain, his entire body bucking against Minseok’s in an initial fight that he is too powerless to win. Minseok sinks his teeth in harder, deep enough to feel a burst of blood on his tongue. His lips form a suction around the wound to keep any from spilling as Minseok swallows down mouthful after mouthful of glorious ambrosia, his eyes rolling back at the pleasure of the thick liquid coating his parched throat and spreading warmth through his cold, dead limbs.
His fingers twist in Sehun’s greasy hair, tilting his neck further as Minseok drinks down his fill and more because this isn’t just about feeding. Sehun makes a choked off noise, a gurgle that rattles in Minseok’s ears and Sehun’s arms fall limp at his sides. If Minseok were any younger he wouldn’t have the control to pull away and staunch the wound by biting the tip of his tongue to force his blood into the punctures. It’s been so long since he’s fed properly and he’s buzzing, head light and mind foggy with the power that comes from being so full, so gorged.
Sehun’s weight is nothing as Minseok lifts him over his shoulder, holding tight with one hand as he slips from the shadows to go back to the house. He still needs to complete the process, but he doesn’t fancy Sehun’s first memories of waking up as an immortal to be tainted with images of that god forsaken alley.
Temptation sits heavy on Minseok’s tongue, swirls like golden pathways through his veins as Sehun’s blood is absorbed, filling him with new life. He moves quicker, sharper until they’re inside, safe. Minseok only pauses for a fraction of a second, as he ponders Kyungsoo’s wrath at staining his precious matching bedspread and sheet set with blood, before deciding it’s irrelevant.
Sehun is paler, chest only barely rising and falling with every shallow breath, fighting to keep his heart beating. And it is beating. Just not for much longer. Minseok crawls over him, nudges Sehun’s face with two fingers until he’s looking up through glazed-over eyes. It’s a simple, painless slice of his incisor over his wrist to have the fresh, vampire-laced blood pooling and he presses the wound to Sehun’s lips.
“You have to drink.”
Sehun stirs, the drag of his tongue soft, inquisitive over the open wound and Minseok encourages him with a nod, their eyes meeting when Sehun swallows his first mouthful. He winces, breathing harsh, heavy through his nose, but Minseok keeps his wrist pressed firmly to his mouth, trying to calm him with easy words, a gentle caress of his hand over Sehun’s temple to catch an errant tear.
Crimson rivulets run thick from the corners of Sehun’s mouth, messy as he fights against it. It’s only natural. The life clinging to Sehun’s bones is extinguished more with every drop of tainted, invasive blood. Sehun is fighting to breathe, but his muscles have all grown still, lacking the energy to push at Minseok who ensures Sehun has consumed enough blood to take him over completely.
Minseok listens to Sehun’s heart, counts the seconds between beats until there isn’t one. The room falls silent, Minseok staring down at this street urchin who now lays dead underneath him, red smeared around his mouth and dripping onto the horrendous yellow flowers on the comforter below. The compulsion has lessened, freeing Minseok’s mind enough for him to feel remorse over what he’s just done.
Even knowing this boy has had a hard, short life, he mourns what he’s possibly taken from him - the chance to form bonds with other people, love and fight and hate, grow old and watch his children have children of their own before he goes quietly into Death’s embrace.
Minseok watches Sehun's pale form grow cold, sitting back on the pillows as the change continues inside his body. He knows Sehun won't wake up this night and Minseok takes the time to ensure all the curtains are closed tight and the doors are all locked. Already, he cares more for Sehun's life than his own.
In the bathroom, Minseok shrugs out of his shirt and washes the blood from his neck and face that had splattered during Sehun's struggle. When he peers at his reflection, he doesn't see the veins underneath his skin or the sickly pallor that he'd taken on in recent decades. He appears far more human, eyes bright from the feed and lips stained a darker pink. His kind are supposed to be magnetic, attractive and Minseok is back to the devastation he was long ago.
He keeps his senses attuned to Sehun just in case he wakes early, only to curl beside his new companion when the sun rises and drags him under. Minseok falls asleep with his arm around Sehun's waist, imagining a better future for them both.
Minseok wakes to a nudging in his mind, a new presence that sits heavy against a backdrop of darkness - Sehun. When his eyes open, they peer into another pair, Sehun’s face close enough for their noses to nearly brush. Sehun is unmoving, studious as he takes in Minseok’s appearance with his new vision. He knows what it’s like to wake up, to open your eyes to find that the world around you has been white-washed and the colors now dance around with tinkling laughter no human can ever hope to hear.
Sehun is breathing, a habit retained from life that will fade over time. For now, it will aid him in hunting, tracking, learning the scents that surround his home in order to ensure nothing is amiss. Minseok is riveted, a little starstruck if he’s honest with himself, at the way immortality caresses lovingly harsh over Sehun’s bones, enhancing the pink of his lips, the gleam in his eyes, the alabaster of his skin.
All these elements combined leave Sehun a stunning vampire boy.
Minseok tests Sehun by using his inhuman speed to leave the bed as Sehun inhales, pressing himself into a corner before the exhale. Sehun is quick to roll onto his hands and feet, posture low and teeth bared threateningly as his back dips, his weight on the balls of his feet to launch if he needs to. They maintain eye contact for several moments before Sehun seems to realize what he’s done out of instinct and falls back, confused. Minseok smiles.
“Sehun,” Minseok speaks, his voice soft and low so as to not overwhelm him. “Do you remember me?”
Sehun nods tentatively and a wave of affection floods strong through their connection, taking Minseok by surprise. Minseok goes warm, fuzzy and he holds out his arms in invitation. It takes no time for Sehun to find a home in them, shrunk down small enough to fit in Minseok’s embrace, face pushed to Minseok’s neck. “Thank you,” Sehun whispers.
Minseok’s reservations dissolve and he’s helpless to fight against the hold Sehun is going to have on him forever.
Sehun is childlike in his fascination with his new world, his attention darting from the immaculate weave of the draperies to the dust motes dancing in the air, to the way his fingers feel sliding sure and soft over the rise of Minseok's cheek. Minseok allows himself to get caught up in the excitement, unable to stop himself when Sehun's emotions spill over into him. This link between them is strong, unyielding and Minseok wonders if this is what Kyungsoo feels all the time - this constant push and pull of his own emotions against the ones of his fledglings.
It takes little coaxing to get Sehun into the shower to wash away the grime and blood, his clothing disposed of in the trash to never be worn again. Sehun doesn't need anything of his old life - not when he has this one now. Minseok will never let him want for anything.
Sehun steps out of the bathroom, trails of water droplets rolling down the lean planes of his body from his still damp hair. Minseok has long since shed his preconceived notions of shame, of embarrassment at the bare human form, and has instead come to see the beauty in all types, all sizes and shapes. Sehun is a work of art, confident and comfortable in his own skin as he waits for Minseok to find him something that will fit.
It starts too subtle for Minseok to pick up on immediately, too focused on finding more Jongin-sized pants and less of Kyungsoo's for Sehun to wear. Sehun is patient, eyes never removed from Minseok as he flits around with his vampire speed, finally clothing him suitably. Sehun's head tilts, the swell of his lower lip pushing out the littlest bit and Minseok is fascinated by it, entranced at the image.
It's only then that he notices; Sehun is thirsty. His eyes are dark, the color of his pupils nearly blackened out and Minseok can feel the burn, that constant gnawing itch that won't go away until sated. Minseok feels this hunger as if it were his own. He's struck by the strength of the thirst, the way it hit hard and so soon after awakening.
"Come here," Minseok beckons, amused at the speed of Sehun's movements, eager to be beside him on the bed.
Sehun's tongue swipes over his lips, his stare oriented on where Minseok is baring his neck. "You need to feed," Minseok explains softly, reaching out to rest his palm on the back of Sehun's head and guide Sehun where he needs to be. The drag of Sehun's nose over his skin catches Minseok off guard and he tightens his hold, Sehun moaning at the feel of Minseok's nails nearly piercing the sensitive skin of his neck. "Bite."
Sehun's teeth run sharp over Minseok's neck, but they don't pierce the flesh. Instead, Sehun recoils, only held fast by Minseok's grip.
"I know," he croons softly. "It hurts, the ache in your gums. But biting will alleviate the discomfort. Just let your instincts guide you."
When Sehun finally bites, it lacks finesse and proper positioning, but he has the strength to break through the skin and into a vein. It stings for only a moment before Sehun is sucking the blood down with a low moan, clinging tight to him as if Minseok was attempting to get away.
Minseok already knows this won't be enough to fill him, but it will take the edge off and he encourages Sehun to drink more, to keep his lips tight so nothing spills out. It's been a long time since Minseok's felt this close to someone - since Minseok reveled in the bond he shares with Kyungsoo - and still, this manages to be different, stronger, more all-consuming. As the child of Kyungsoo, Minseok always wanted to please him, to be at his side and share in his joy. But as a sire, Minseok has this urge to protect, shield, devote his existence to keeping Sehun safe, happy.
Sehun's jaw locks and Minseok has to take hold of him, pry him away before he drinks too much and Minseok loses his strength. A low whine fills the room and Minseok is already brushing his fingers through Sehun's hair, swiping his thumb along Sehun's lower lip to catch a drop of crimson before it falls. An instant later, Sehun has Minseok's thumb in his mouth, tongue eagerly cleaning the blood as his eyes finally focus on Minseok.
"You taste so good," Sehun growls the moment he lets Minseok's hand drop. And then Sehun is launching himself at Minseok who is momentarily worried that Sehun is going to try and feed from him again; the momentum forces him onto his back, Sehun's weight pushing him down.
Minseok is prepared to shove him away until he feels the way Sehun's fingers are curling in his hair, hears the breathy little noises that escape his mouth as his body reacts to the blood. It takes Minseok by surprise, and he's too shocked to do anything but lay still as he feels the outline of Sehun's erection sliding up and down his thigh as the new vampire grinds himself against Minseok for release.
Minseok could flip Sehun over and fuck him, knowing that Sehun would spread his legs and beg for it. He could take everything, keep Sehun on the precipice of pleasure until sunrise before letting him find the end, but he remains still. He can't deny that he wants Sehun; he wants Sehun writhing underneath him, his long legs wrapped around his waist as Minseok's buries himself in his willing body. And Minseok's cock grows hard, his fingers tingling with the instinct to reach, grab, control. His fangs ache, elongating enough to push sharp into his lip, and Minseok uses the pain to ground himself, to resist.
Sehun moves without rhythm, gasping and scraping his teeth softly over Minseok's shoulder. It isn't long before he's coming with a shudder, his entire body tensing as he rides it out. Minseok allows himself to embrace Sehun, to accept Sehun's presence because he seems content to lay where he is, face pushed to Minseok's neck.
Minseok rubs soothing circles on Sehun's back, listens to the way Sehun's breath evens out while forsaking his own lust. "It will not always be so overwhelming," he begins in a whisper. Sehun snuffles against him, humming lightly. "You are young and everything is going to feel overpowering for a while. I will teach you how to control it."
Sehun lets out a contented sigh, still paying attention, but quiet, possibly introspective. Minseok can feel his curiosity prickling in his mind, but also his hesitance.
"The blood you have taken from me will not sate your thirst for long," Minseok explains. "Vampire blood lacks the necessary components to nourish our bodies. But for now, you will only feed from me; at least until we get your impulses reined in. I will have to go out to feed, but I will not go far and I will return for you. I promise. And after it gets easier, I will take you out with me to teach you how to feed properly."
Sehun raises his head, propping his chin on Minseok's chest to peer up at him. "Why did you pick me?"
"I did not," Minseok answers, running his hand up Sehun's spine to play with his hair. "You picked me."
Sehun's smile is bright, entrancing. "Does this mean you're mine?"
Minseok laughs. "In a sense."
Sehun pushes his face into Minseok's chest. "In every sense." Minseok opens his mouth to protest, but Sehun cuts him off. "I can feel it," he mumbles, but Minseok hears him loud and clear. "I can feel that you're mine."
Minseok wonders if Sehun can also feel how very much he desires him, and wants to indulge in him because he’s still hard and aching and Sehun is so content, innocent as he lays in his arms. Tonight - and all nights for the foreseeable future - are about Sehun. And he has so much to teach him.
part ii