[Oneshot] Enemies Beware - Epilogue
Part 04
Epilogue
It’s surprisingly easy for Chanyeol and his pack to adjust to their new life inside the mansion. After cleaning out all the unoccupied rooms, they settle into their new home quite nicely. But even though the wolves have left their den, they still keep control over the territory, continuing to use it as their hunting grounds and a place to stretch their legs whenever they’ve been cooped up in the coven for too long.
Fights still break out every now and then, but it’s mostly with wolves who are having trouble admitting that they’ve imprinted or anyone who gets in the way of pairs that are meant to be. These are the issues that they unfortunately look to their King and Lead Alpha to solve.
“But I’ve imprinted on him!” Jongin complains, stubbornly stomping his foot down on the tiles, making a loud noise that echoes off the walls of the throne room.
Chanyeol lets out an exasperated sigh, running his hand through his hair. No matter how many times they come to him and Jongdae with their problems, there really isn’t much they can do besides listen. “I know, but you can’t force him to be with you.”
“Taemin is just about as stubborn as you are,” Jongdae comments. “Why don’t you try to be his friend before you try to be his mate?”
Jongin opens his mouth to reply, but he quickly snaps his mouth shut. He ends up mumbling something unintelligible before throwing his hands up in air as he takes his leave.
“I thought you said that Taemin liked Jongin,” Chanyeol says as he stands up from his spot beside the throne when Jongin is out of sight. He stretches out his stiff muscles from being seated in one spot for too long.
Jongdae hums, slumping back on the throne. The movement pushes his crown too far forward and it rests crooked on his head. Chanyeol reaches out to fix it for him. “He does. I just think he needs a little more time to figure himself out before he starts anything with Jongin.”
Chanyeol nods. It sounds an awful lot like what Kris is going through. Except Kris still won’t even admit that he likes Joonmyun yet. He wonders how long it’ll take before everyone settles down with their true mates.
“That was the last one, wasn’t it?” Jongdae asks. He stifles a yawn as he stretches his arms above his head, and Chanyeol’s eyes automatically drift down to the bit of skin showing beneath Jongdae’s shirt.
“I think so,” Chanyeol replies. The sun is coming up soon - most of the coven should be in bed by now or at least getting ready to settle down for the night. Which means that there most likely won’t be anyone around until the sun sets again tomorrow evening.
Jongdae doesn’t see it coming and he lets out a little yelp as Chanyeol picks him up from the throne. It only takes a second for him to relax in Chanyeol’s arms as their lips meet in a sweet kiss. Jongdae hums contently, wrapping himself around Chanyeol as the wolf makes himself comfortable on the throne with Jongdae in his lap.
“This isn’t our bed,” Jongdae comments, smacking Chanyeol’s hand away from where it’s sneaking up the back of his shirt. But despite his words, he lets Chanyeol pull him closer in his lap, cool thighs straddling warm hips. “Anyone could walk in and see us.”
“It’s late. Everyone’s already asleep.” It takes more kisses and love bites left along the column of Jongdae’s neck, but eventually Chanyeol succeeds in getting his shirt off. He smooths down Jongdae’s ruffled hair before setting the crown back on his head. “Or they should be.”
“Chanyeol-” Jongdae starts, but whatever he was about to say gets cut off with a moan as Chanyeol rubs the pad of his thumbs over Jongdae’s nipples. Jongdae’s hips buck in his lap and Chanyeol smirks at the feeling of the erection rubbing against his own. Chanyeol knows he’s won when Jongdae doesn’t protest as he tugs the zipper of his pants down.
Jongdae takes a small tube of lubricant out of his pocket before he lets Chanyeol get his pants all the way off. “Because I know how insatiable you are,” he says, answering the unspoken question when Chanyeol raises an eyebrow at him.
Chanyeol just chuckles in response and kisses him again. “You know me so well.”
His clothes soon join Jongdae’s in the pile on the floor, and once he’s naked he pulls Jongdae into his lap again with hands on his hips. Jongdae pops the tube open when Chanyeol reaches for it, squirting out enough lube onto Chanyeol’s fingers instead.
“Are you hungry?” Chanyeol asks as he brings his wet fingers down to Jongdae’s entrance, teasing him along the way.
“A bit,” Jongdae replies, shuddering in pleasure at the feeling of Chanyeol’s fingers brushing against his sensitive skin.
“Then drink.” Chanyeol guides Jongdae’s mouth to his neck at the same time he pushes his fingers into him. Jongdae’s breath catches and he grinds his ass down on Chanyeol’s hand as his lips press against Chanyeol’s neck. It takes him a moment to remember that he’s supposed to be feeding as Chanyeol works on prepping him, and he steadies himself with fingernails digging into Chanyeol’s biceps before biting his neck.
Jongdae quickly makes a mess as he tries to feed and ride Chanyeol’s fingers at the same time. He doesn’t need to be stretched as thoroughly as he had at the beginning because of their very active sex life, but Chanyeol very fond of teasing him so he keeps Jongdae on the edge of coming until he’s licked up every last drop of blood from Chanyeol’s skin.
“Chanyeol,” Jongdae pants. He pulls Chanyeol into another kiss, swearing that he’s actually going to go mad if Chanyeol doesn’t stop teasing him. “Just fuck me already.”
Chanyeol reaches up to fix Jongdae’s crown again before pulling him until their bodies are lined up. “Anything for you, my king.”
Jongdae would have smacked him for the cheesy line if he weren’t so desperate to get Chanyeol’s cock inside him. His loud moans echo off the walls in the throne room as he finally slides down onto Chanyeol’s cock. “Shit,” he curses, lifting himself up off Chanyeol only to slam back down again. The pleasure building in him as he rides Chanyeol’s cock is enough to make his toes curl.
Jongdae writhes in Chanyeol’s lap, moaning his name as he comes from the constant friction of Chanyeol’s cock driving into his prostate over and over again. Chanyeol takes over when Jongdae can’t take it anymore, the last drops of semen having leaked out of his swollen cock. Large, warm hands grip Jongdae’s hips hard enough to bruise, keeping him in place as he thrusts up into Jongdae’s pliant body.
The force of their lovemaking is enough to make Jongdae’s crown slide around on his head. Chanyeol pauses each time it falls down, covering Jongdae’s eyes, so he can reach up and put it back on properly. As Chanyeol starts to knot him and his thrusts become erratic, it gets to the point where Jongdae needs to keep one hand up, holding his crown in place as he uses the other to steady himself.
“I love you,” Chanyeol moans, when his knot is too big to pull out anymore and all he can do is grind up into Jongdae’s ass.
“Love you too,” Jongdae replies breathlessly because he’s hard once again, desperate for that sweet release that only Chanyeol can give him.
Chanyeol holds Jongdae close, until there is no space left between their chests. His hands slide up Jongdae’s back, all the way to his hair and he kisses him, licking achingly slow into his mouth. “I want to make you mine.”
“I thought I was already yours?” Jongdae asks between kisses.
“I want to claim you.”
Jongdae doesn’t hesitate for a second. “Then do it.”
Chanyeol lets out a feral growl, and with Jongdae’s permission, he carefully twists the vampire’s head to the side, biting down right where his shoulder meets with his neck. Jongdae gasps, surprised by the bite and the pleasure that sears through him from Chanyeol’s teeth sinking into his skin. He comes again, untouched, at the same time Chanyeol does, a flood of warmth filling him.
“There,” Chanyeol says, licking Jongdae’s wound to help stop the bleeding. “Now you’re officially mine.”
Jongdae smiles, but he still manages to summon enough strength to roll his eyes.