AU Fic --- Lust for Humanity --- Part 5/?
Title: Lust for Humanity Part 5/?
Pairing: Sungmin/Kyuhyun, Heechul/Yesung, Heechul/Kangin, Heechul/Eeteuk, and others
Genre: AU --crack, smut and angst
Rating: NC-17 for cursing and sexual content
Disclaimer: I own nothing, but I wish I did.
Summary: Vampires can try to die too. And then forget.
Word count: 2223
Notes: Unbetad. Forgive any typos. But it should be mostly okay.
Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3 || Part 4
Heechul stomped his feet a few times more before rushing out into the hall. Yesung would just be distracting, he decided, he took the stairs down instead. His usual approach hadn’t seem to be working on Kangin, so he decided to use one of his few powers that do cooperate.
“Kangin-shii, ” Heechul cooed batting his eyelashes. “Can you come here for a second?”
Kangin chuckled a bit, speed walking toward Heechul, who now had his hands behind his back innocently. “Yes Heechul?”
Heechul batted his lashes a bit more, pulling Kangin in for a gentle kiss. “Can’t you tell me where my friend lives?” He licked along Kangin’s lip slowly.
Kangin blushed, fanning himself with one hand. “Only if you bite me again.”
Heechul wanted to glare, but held it back. Wrapping his arms around the masculine neck, he kissed Kangin harder than earlier, making sure to press his hips in real close.
“I-I can’t,” Kangin moaned, grabbing hold of Heechul’s hips.
“Are you sure?” Heechul pulled away, looking down at Kangin’s swollen lips.
Kangin groaned, pushing Heechul down against the side of the reception desk, hips grinding at a maddening pace. As much as Heechul might have liked this on another occasion, now was not the time---Donghae might have been in danger. Heechul pulled away, winking. “I’ll just go then.”
I wish I could tell you he lives next door, but I really want some more from you.
Heechul grinned; his power hadn’t let him down. People would never learn. Kangin watched as Heechul went into the elevator, waving flirtatiously at Kangin. Pointing down at Kangin’s pants, Heechul laughed a bit behind a hand. (Bulge much?)
Yesung was fuming, arms crossed and pressed tightly to his own chest. “Having fun?”
Heechul hadn’t thought Yesung would see that, so he didn’t prepare for the consequence. It wasn’t like he had the attachment he had before he jumped; it was weird for him to feel nothing. Still, Yesung narrowed his eyes at Heechul, waiting for an explanation.
“You see,” Heechul cleared his throat. “I just needed my friend’s---“
Yesung pushed the emergency stop button on the elevator and stuck a paper over the tiny camera. “No, listen to me.” He grabbed Heechul’s shoulders, slamming him against the side of the elevator. “I don’t like being played. Do you think I’m bad in bed? Is that why?” Yesung sucked hard on Heechul’s lip, causing the older man to nearly fall---his legs giving way below him.
Heechul never stuttered, but suddenly he couldn’t stop it. “I-I-You-Wow.” Heechul wrapped a leg around Yesung, his hips rolling against the muscular man’s hips, lips kissing at a frantic pace. He finally pulled away 5 minutes later, remembering why he had reentered the elevator. “Wait! I think my friend’s in trouble.” Heechul put his finger to Yesung’s lips. “Can you wait for me to check? We can do this when your shift is over.”
Yesung nodded, his fingers tickling along Heechul’s ribs, beneath his shirt. “I have about an hour left. Don’t forget, or you’ll regret it.”
Heechul giggled; the angry tone came out rather sexy instead of scary. He waved as he left the elevator, walking down the hall. Though he knew Donghae lived next door, it could be apartment 5, or apartment 7. And he didn’t really want to disturb people who weren’t involved.
It was bad enough the perverts in his apartment were still at it almost 3 hours later, but didn’t want to be part of the noise pollution to his neighbors. Heechul sighed, aware that he didn’t have much choice but to knock on both doors. He decided to start with apartment five.
Knock, knock.
Heechul waited, arms crossed, trying to see through the one-way peephole. (Obviously, it was a lost cause.) Someone who looked like they’d just woken up (or finished having sex), opened the door. They stood with their arms hanging down, eyes narrow due to fatigue.
“I’m sorry to bother you,” Heechul thought it was odd someone was still sleeping at 9pm. “But I wanted to know if a Donghae lives here.”
The man chuckled, putting a hand on Heechul’s shoulder gently. “Are your eyes broken? I’m Kibum. Of course Donghae doesn’t live here, he’s on the other side.” He pulled the confused man into his apartment. “Why did you look at me like I was a stranger?”
“Well,” And the story was getting old, real fast. “I lost my memory. Didn’t you hear about me falling from the balcony?” Falling was a lie, but Kibum didn’t need to know the truth.
“Falling?” Kibum chuckled. “I saw you jump. But I also know you can’t die like that.” He patted Heechul, walking over to his fridge. “Something to drink?”
His life was a spider web of confusion, he thought. Kibum knew he couldn’t die, which in turn would mean he knew he was a vampire. But while knowing that, he still offers him something to drink. None of it was making much sense. Until Kibum put the cup in Heechul’s hand.
“Blood?” Heechul blinked, staring down at the dark red liquid.
“Well yeah, we’re vampires aren’t we?” Kibum laughed, licking his lips after taking a sip from his own glass.
We are vampires? Heechul wondered just how many people in his building knew about him, or were vampires themselves. It was like having his own little army of nocturnal creatures. Now the drowsy expression on Kibum’s face made sense.
He mixed the liquid in his cup with his index finger, sucking on his finger afterward. “Well, as much as I’d like to stay, I have to find Donghae.” Heechul put the cup down on the counter (with great difficulty, it smelt so delicious), turning on his heels to leave.
“Wait,” Kibum was already behind him, when he was standing all the way across the room just a second ago. “You really don’t remember me?” His voice sounded disappointed.
Heechul smiled nervously. “I can try to remember later, don’t worry.’
Kibum shrugged, letting Heechul out, his eyes glued to the ground.
This apartment building had so many distractions and acquaintances, and sex and blood and lust. All that was missing was rock and roll and drugs. He chuckled at the stupid joke, knocking on apartment 7. This time he smiled, hopeful, knowing this was the right apartment.
A shorter man, one he recognized, answered the door. “Yeah Heechul?”
Heechul sighed of relief, pulling Donghae in for a hug. He turned the young man’s head side to side, looking for bruises, cuts, scrapes, scratches, incisions---anything that would mean Eeteuk had infected him or hurt him. “You’re fine!”
Donghae raised a brow. “Yes. Am I supposed to be hurt?” he moved Heechul’s hands away.
“I just,” He put his hands in his pockets. “Eeteuk was telling me some scary things and I got worried.”
“Him? Yeah he’s here now.” Donghae pointed behind him. There he was, waving his jeweled hand, legs crossed comfortably.
Before Heechul could realized what was going to happen, Eeteuk flew across the room, grabbing Donghae’s neck and sinking his teeth into the skin painfully. Heechul pushed the stronger man off, taking Donghae into his arms and rushing out of the room, locking the door to buy him some time.
Eeteuk didn’t follow, aware that if Heechul wanted Donghae to stay human, he’d have to go back to the source of the transformation---himself. The only person who could reverse it was the one who’d bitten in the first place. A pity, Eeteuk thought, Heechul’s memory wasn’t at full capacity yet.
Heechul nearly broke into Kibum’s apartment as the young man was lying on the couch, falling back asleep. “Kibum---Donghae,” Heechul panted, putting the smaller man down on the couch.
“Wait, what?” Kibum’s eyes widened. Donghae’s neck had two small holes in it, and Heechul seemed to be having a fit, meaning it wasn’t his doing. “Who did this?”
“Eeteuk---Eeteuk that scum,” Heechul punched the wall, leaving the imprint of his knuckles.
Kibum sighed, pacing back and fourth before finally getting up the courage to tell his friend the bad news. “You, and me, or anyone else, can’t reverse this.” He rubbed Heechul’s back. “It has to be the one who did it.”
“Fuck! Fuck!’ Heechul growled, punching holes through Kibum’s wall, falling to his knees and shouting more profanity. “I knew that asshole would find a way to force me.”
Kibum squatted down next to Heechul, wrapping an arm around him. “He wants you, doesn’t he?”
Heechul bit his lip to keep from crying, nodding slowly. Though Heechul couldn’t remember him, there must have been a reason his best friend was the only one around him who was still human. He felt like he needed to protect that innocence.
“And if I go, who knows what Eeteuk will do to me.” Heechul shuddered, just imagining how disgusting his tongue felt against his skin. “And Yesung, he’d never forgive me.”
Kibum ran his fingers through Heechul’s hair, calming him. Donghae arched on the couch, his limbs stiff and burning. It was like poison coursing through his veins, killing off his human body to make room for the immortal one. They turned to watch him, rushing over to rub his skin soothingly.
Heechul kissed Donghae’s forehead, whispering in Kibum’s ear. “I don’t have a choice, do I?” He leaned into Kibum’s hold. “I can’t just let him become like us. Don’t tell Yesung, please?”
Kibum whispered yes and shoved Heechul out the door with Donghae on his back. Knowing Eeteuk, Heechul wouldn’t have to look far. He was probably still waiting in Donghae’s apartment.
Heechul kicked the door open, putting Donghae to rest in a sofa. Eeteuk was seated where he was earlier; same position, same disturbing smirk across his lips, looking at his nails as though he was bored. “Oh, it’s you. Thought about my proposal?”
“Yes,” Heechul took off his jacket, putting it over Donghae who was now shaking violently. “But you have to stop this process first.” Heechul pointed toward Donghae whose eyes were rolling back in his skull, body trembling.
“I will,” Eeteuk floated over to where Heechul was standing, his fingers creeping up Heechul’s arms. “But you have to do something for me first.”
“What’s that?” Heechul shot a glare at him. “Donghae won’t last much longer”
Eeteuk snorted, his fingers curling in Heechul’s hair, pulling him in for a bruising kiss. “He’ll last 10 minutes, I assure you.” Eeteuk pushed Heechul to face the front of his pants that he unzipped. “If you bite me, I’ll let him die.”
Heechul grimaced; Eeteuk was already hard when he reached in to take his cock. A hand pressed behind Heechul’s head, nudging him to get a move on. Heechul obliged, wrapping his lips around the stiff member, pushing it as far down his throat as he could, gagging with each thrust into his mouth. Eeteuk moaned, his head falling back as he continued to thrust into the delicious warmth of Heechul’s mouth.
Heechul couldn’t help gagging, not because of how deep he was, but because of how disgusted he was with the man’s moans and groans as he fucked his throat. Eeteuk hummed, licking his lips, holding Heechul’s head still and thrusting in further, loving every second of control he had.
“What’s going on?!” Yesung had come looking for Heechul when he wasn’t in the lobby, Sungmin having told him he was next door. His shift was over and he thought he would surprise his lover with flowers.
Eeteuk smirked, continuing slide his cock through the warm opening, forcing Heechul to stay still until the end. He came with a strangled cry, pushing Heechul off roughly. “Why don’t you look at what you did?”
Heechul coughed, wiping the residue from his lips and gasping. Yesung threw the flowers to the ground and slammed the door behind himself. As much as he wanted to follow and explain the situation, Donghae still needed to be helped. He hoped Yesung would understand one day.
“Your end of the bargain,” Heechul snapped, climbing of his knees, clearly frustrated.
“Don’t worry,” Eeteuk licked over Donghae’s neck, sucking some of the blood out of the ruptured skin. “All done. I got the venom out.”
Heechul watched as Donghae’s complexion turned back to normal, his body immediately calming down as he passed out. He didn’t really want to trust Eeteuk, but he didn’t have much of a choice. And on the bright side, if it was a lie, Donghae could help him rip Eeteuk limb from limb.
Heechul, ready to leave, was grabbed by the same filthy hands, unable to loosen the hold.
“I didn’t say I was finish with you,” Eeteuk carried Heechul to the bedroom, pushing the door shut with his leg.
----TO BE CONTINUED----
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Sorry it took so long, I'm also in the middle of writing a huge GTop story.
Pairing: Sungmin/Kyuhyun, Heechul/Yesung, Heechul/Kangin, Heechul/Eeteuk, and others
Genre: AU --crack, smut and angst
Rating: NC-17 for cursing and sexual content
Disclaimer: I own nothing, but I wish I did.
Summary: Vampires can try to die too. And then forget.
Word count: 2223
Notes: Unbetad. Forgive any typos. But it should be mostly okay.
Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3 || Part 4
Heechul stomped his feet a few times more before rushing out into the hall. Yesung would just be distracting, he decided, he took the stairs down instead. His usual approach hadn’t seem to be working on Kangin, so he decided to use one of his few powers that do cooperate.
“Kangin-shii, ” Heechul cooed batting his eyelashes. “Can you come here for a second?”
Kangin chuckled a bit, speed walking toward Heechul, who now had his hands behind his back innocently. “Yes Heechul?”
Heechul batted his lashes a bit more, pulling Kangin in for a gentle kiss. “Can’t you tell me where my friend lives?” He licked along Kangin’s lip slowly.
Kangin blushed, fanning himself with one hand. “Only if you bite me again.”
Heechul wanted to glare, but held it back. Wrapping his arms around the masculine neck, he kissed Kangin harder than earlier, making sure to press his hips in real close.
“I-I can’t,” Kangin moaned, grabbing hold of Heechul’s hips.
“Are you sure?” Heechul pulled away, looking down at Kangin’s swollen lips.
Kangin groaned, pushing Heechul down against the side of the reception desk, hips grinding at a maddening pace. As much as Heechul might have liked this on another occasion, now was not the time---Donghae might have been in danger. Heechul pulled away, winking. “I’ll just go then.”
I wish I could tell you he lives next door, but I really want some more from you.
Heechul grinned; his power hadn’t let him down. People would never learn. Kangin watched as Heechul went into the elevator, waving flirtatiously at Kangin. Pointing down at Kangin’s pants, Heechul laughed a bit behind a hand. (Bulge much?)
Yesung was fuming, arms crossed and pressed tightly to his own chest. “Having fun?”
Heechul hadn’t thought Yesung would see that, so he didn’t prepare for the consequence. It wasn’t like he had the attachment he had before he jumped; it was weird for him to feel nothing. Still, Yesung narrowed his eyes at Heechul, waiting for an explanation.
“You see,” Heechul cleared his throat. “I just needed my friend’s---“
Yesung pushed the emergency stop button on the elevator and stuck a paper over the tiny camera. “No, listen to me.” He grabbed Heechul’s shoulders, slamming him against the side of the elevator. “I don’t like being played. Do you think I’m bad in bed? Is that why?” Yesung sucked hard on Heechul’s lip, causing the older man to nearly fall---his legs giving way below him.
Heechul never stuttered, but suddenly he couldn’t stop it. “I-I-You-Wow.” Heechul wrapped a leg around Yesung, his hips rolling against the muscular man’s hips, lips kissing at a frantic pace. He finally pulled away 5 minutes later, remembering why he had reentered the elevator. “Wait! I think my friend’s in trouble.” Heechul put his finger to Yesung’s lips. “Can you wait for me to check? We can do this when your shift is over.”
Yesung nodded, his fingers tickling along Heechul’s ribs, beneath his shirt. “I have about an hour left. Don’t forget, or you’ll regret it.”
Heechul giggled; the angry tone came out rather sexy instead of scary. He waved as he left the elevator, walking down the hall. Though he knew Donghae lived next door, it could be apartment 5, or apartment 7. And he didn’t really want to disturb people who weren’t involved.
It was bad enough the perverts in his apartment were still at it almost 3 hours later, but didn’t want to be part of the noise pollution to his neighbors. Heechul sighed, aware that he didn’t have much choice but to knock on both doors. He decided to start with apartment five.
Knock, knock.
Heechul waited, arms crossed, trying to see through the one-way peephole. (Obviously, it was a lost cause.) Someone who looked like they’d just woken up (or finished having sex), opened the door. They stood with their arms hanging down, eyes narrow due to fatigue.
“I’m sorry to bother you,” Heechul thought it was odd someone was still sleeping at 9pm. “But I wanted to know if a Donghae lives here.”
The man chuckled, putting a hand on Heechul’s shoulder gently. “Are your eyes broken? I’m Kibum. Of course Donghae doesn’t live here, he’s on the other side.” He pulled the confused man into his apartment. “Why did you look at me like I was a stranger?”
“Well,” And the story was getting old, real fast. “I lost my memory. Didn’t you hear about me falling from the balcony?” Falling was a lie, but Kibum didn’t need to know the truth.
“Falling?” Kibum chuckled. “I saw you jump. But I also know you can’t die like that.” He patted Heechul, walking over to his fridge. “Something to drink?”
His life was a spider web of confusion, he thought. Kibum knew he couldn’t die, which in turn would mean he knew he was a vampire. But while knowing that, he still offers him something to drink. None of it was making much sense. Until Kibum put the cup in Heechul’s hand.
“Blood?” Heechul blinked, staring down at the dark red liquid.
“Well yeah, we’re vampires aren’t we?” Kibum laughed, licking his lips after taking a sip from his own glass.
We are vampires? Heechul wondered just how many people in his building knew about him, or were vampires themselves. It was like having his own little army of nocturnal creatures. Now the drowsy expression on Kibum’s face made sense.
He mixed the liquid in his cup with his index finger, sucking on his finger afterward. “Well, as much as I’d like to stay, I have to find Donghae.” Heechul put the cup down on the counter (with great difficulty, it smelt so delicious), turning on his heels to leave.
“Wait,” Kibum was already behind him, when he was standing all the way across the room just a second ago. “You really don’t remember me?” His voice sounded disappointed.
Heechul smiled nervously. “I can try to remember later, don’t worry.’
Kibum shrugged, letting Heechul out, his eyes glued to the ground.
This apartment building had so many distractions and acquaintances, and sex and blood and lust. All that was missing was rock and roll and drugs. He chuckled at the stupid joke, knocking on apartment 7. This time he smiled, hopeful, knowing this was the right apartment.
A shorter man, one he recognized, answered the door. “Yeah Heechul?”
Heechul sighed of relief, pulling Donghae in for a hug. He turned the young man’s head side to side, looking for bruises, cuts, scrapes, scratches, incisions---anything that would mean Eeteuk had infected him or hurt him. “You’re fine!”
Donghae raised a brow. “Yes. Am I supposed to be hurt?” he moved Heechul’s hands away.
“I just,” He put his hands in his pockets. “Eeteuk was telling me some scary things and I got worried.”
“Him? Yeah he’s here now.” Donghae pointed behind him. There he was, waving his jeweled hand, legs crossed comfortably.
Before Heechul could realized what was going to happen, Eeteuk flew across the room, grabbing Donghae’s neck and sinking his teeth into the skin painfully. Heechul pushed the stronger man off, taking Donghae into his arms and rushing out of the room, locking the door to buy him some time.
Eeteuk didn’t follow, aware that if Heechul wanted Donghae to stay human, he’d have to go back to the source of the transformation---himself. The only person who could reverse it was the one who’d bitten in the first place. A pity, Eeteuk thought, Heechul’s memory wasn’t at full capacity yet.
Heechul nearly broke into Kibum’s apartment as the young man was lying on the couch, falling back asleep. “Kibum---Donghae,” Heechul panted, putting the smaller man down on the couch.
“Wait, what?” Kibum’s eyes widened. Donghae’s neck had two small holes in it, and Heechul seemed to be having a fit, meaning it wasn’t his doing. “Who did this?”
“Eeteuk---Eeteuk that scum,” Heechul punched the wall, leaving the imprint of his knuckles.
Kibum sighed, pacing back and fourth before finally getting up the courage to tell his friend the bad news. “You, and me, or anyone else, can’t reverse this.” He rubbed Heechul’s back. “It has to be the one who did it.”
“Fuck! Fuck!’ Heechul growled, punching holes through Kibum’s wall, falling to his knees and shouting more profanity. “I knew that asshole would find a way to force me.”
Kibum squatted down next to Heechul, wrapping an arm around him. “He wants you, doesn’t he?”
Heechul bit his lip to keep from crying, nodding slowly. Though Heechul couldn’t remember him, there must have been a reason his best friend was the only one around him who was still human. He felt like he needed to protect that innocence.
“And if I go, who knows what Eeteuk will do to me.” Heechul shuddered, just imagining how disgusting his tongue felt against his skin. “And Yesung, he’d never forgive me.”
Kibum ran his fingers through Heechul’s hair, calming him. Donghae arched on the couch, his limbs stiff and burning. It was like poison coursing through his veins, killing off his human body to make room for the immortal one. They turned to watch him, rushing over to rub his skin soothingly.
Heechul kissed Donghae’s forehead, whispering in Kibum’s ear. “I don’t have a choice, do I?” He leaned into Kibum’s hold. “I can’t just let him become like us. Don’t tell Yesung, please?”
Kibum whispered yes and shoved Heechul out the door with Donghae on his back. Knowing Eeteuk, Heechul wouldn’t have to look far. He was probably still waiting in Donghae’s apartment.
Heechul kicked the door open, putting Donghae to rest in a sofa. Eeteuk was seated where he was earlier; same position, same disturbing smirk across his lips, looking at his nails as though he was bored. “Oh, it’s you. Thought about my proposal?”
“Yes,” Heechul took off his jacket, putting it over Donghae who was now shaking violently. “But you have to stop this process first.” Heechul pointed toward Donghae whose eyes were rolling back in his skull, body trembling.
“I will,” Eeteuk floated over to where Heechul was standing, his fingers creeping up Heechul’s arms. “But you have to do something for me first.”
“What’s that?” Heechul shot a glare at him. “Donghae won’t last much longer”
Eeteuk snorted, his fingers curling in Heechul’s hair, pulling him in for a bruising kiss. “He’ll last 10 minutes, I assure you.” Eeteuk pushed Heechul to face the front of his pants that he unzipped. “If you bite me, I’ll let him die.”
Heechul grimaced; Eeteuk was already hard when he reached in to take his cock. A hand pressed behind Heechul’s head, nudging him to get a move on. Heechul obliged, wrapping his lips around the stiff member, pushing it as far down his throat as he could, gagging with each thrust into his mouth. Eeteuk moaned, his head falling back as he continued to thrust into the delicious warmth of Heechul’s mouth.
Heechul couldn’t help gagging, not because of how deep he was, but because of how disgusted he was with the man’s moans and groans as he fucked his throat. Eeteuk hummed, licking his lips, holding Heechul’s head still and thrusting in further, loving every second of control he had.
“What’s going on?!” Yesung had come looking for Heechul when he wasn’t in the lobby, Sungmin having told him he was next door. His shift was over and he thought he would surprise his lover with flowers.
Eeteuk smirked, continuing slide his cock through the warm opening, forcing Heechul to stay still until the end. He came with a strangled cry, pushing Heechul off roughly. “Why don’t you look at what you did?”
Heechul coughed, wiping the residue from his lips and gasping. Yesung threw the flowers to the ground and slammed the door behind himself. As much as he wanted to follow and explain the situation, Donghae still needed to be helped. He hoped Yesung would understand one day.
“Your end of the bargain,” Heechul snapped, climbing of his knees, clearly frustrated.
“Don’t worry,” Eeteuk licked over Donghae’s neck, sucking some of the blood out of the ruptured skin. “All done. I got the venom out.”
Heechul watched as Donghae’s complexion turned back to normal, his body immediately calming down as he passed out. He didn’t really want to trust Eeteuk, but he didn’t have much of a choice. And on the bright side, if it was a lie, Donghae could help him rip Eeteuk limb from limb.
Heechul, ready to leave, was grabbed by the same filthy hands, unable to loosen the hold.
“I didn’t say I was finish with you,” Eeteuk carried Heechul to the bedroom, pushing the door shut with his leg.
----TO BE CONTINUED----
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Sorry it took so long, I'm also in the middle of writing a huge GTop story.