..:: An Angel's Gift to a Demon ::..
Title: An Angels Gift to a Demon
Author: xxsimplelove
Length: Series
Pairings: YooSu, YunJae, Min?
Ratings: PG-13
Summary:
The day they first met was when everyone had a Chance to start anew...
An Angels' Gift to a Demon can only be Death...
Their final meeting was at the same place and at the same time, where the demon had first heard the angels' melody...
An Angels' Gift to a Demon can only be Death...
When the clock tower, standing alone on the promontory, where they first met, strikes its final bell, the angel shall fall still...
An Angels' Gift to a Demon can only be Death...
The demon knows that his angels' laughter shall haunt him when he looks at the stars twinkling in the night sky. And when it rains, he'll remember the beautiful tears his precious angel had spilt...
An Angels' Gift to a Demon can only be Death...
The demon longed to hear the angels' voice and waited for an eternity for nothing but, the angels' smile and melody...
An Angels' Gift to a Demon can only be Death... Death of oneself to teach the demon what it is, to feel the happiness of having someone important, despair that is everlasting in memory, but most of all…
A love to last a lifetime...
Disclaimer: I do not own them.... T-T
Warning: Yaoi or in other words BoyxBoy love! <33
Hour One: http://xxsimplelove.livejournal.com/1225.html#cutid1
Hour Two: http://xxsimplelove.livejournal.com/2245.html#cutid1
Hour Three (A): http://xxsimplelove.livejournal.com/2930.html#cutid1
Hour Three (B): http://xxsimplelove.livejournal.com/2930.html#cutid1
Hour Four: http://xxsimplelove.livejournal.com/3585.html#cutid1
Hour Five (A): http://xxsimplelove.livejournal.com/5140.html#cutid1
Hour Five (B): http://xxsimplelove.livejournal.com/5407.html#cutid1
I had reached the light, but something pushed me up against the wall. My hands were flat on the wall and I couldn’t move. Man… he had me against another wall… again! I tried to struggle but it was useless. I turned around to look at Micky. He was holding me against the wall so that I couldn’t even turn around.
“What are you…?” I began but was cut off by Micky. He kissed my lips gently and started to lick the back of my neck. I couldn’t help but moan and lean in towards him. Micky was getting enjoyment out of this I knew he was! But, I couldn’t help but accept his touches. It felt so good. Especially since he was the one doing it.
“Ahh… Micky! Stop! What are you doing?” I couldn’t say a complete sentence without stuttering in between. The affect Micky had on me was extremely annoying. He smirked while kissing my neck and whispered in his husky voice,
“Just,.. getting a little taste… Hope you don’t mind.” Then he bit down on my neck. I winced and gasped in pain.
“Oww! Micky!” then I used all my energy to force myself to turn around and hit him on the chest!
“What is your problem?!” I asked while he licked his lips and smirked at me. I frowned as I saw the smile on his lips. It wasn’t the nice one I saw before. It was cold and hungry.
“I was getting a taste. Like I said I was. Your blood is sweeter than I thought.” He whispered gently. He wrapped his arms around my waist again and continued, “I smelled it and knew it was going to be sweet but, it’s even better than I had imagined.” I looked at him with a weird look. Then I realized it.
He was a vampire.
He got hungry… like anyone else would.
He had told me the first day we met, I remember. But, I never really considered it a danger. He was… Micky. He couldn’t hurt anyone. No… He wouldn’t hurt anyone. Right?
Micky tilted his head to the side like an innocent child and asked,
“Is something wrong?” I looked at him and shook my head. I didn’t want to talk about his diet right now. He would tell me if I needed to know. Though I was really curious. Then I wondered…
Had Micky ever killed anyone?
“No, nothing at all,” Then I turned the light on. When I looked back towards him, he seemed to be fidgeting. Fidgeting? That was weird. Micky didn’t seem like the type to fidget. He was always the one that was composed and sure of himself. He was always the one who knew what he was doing.
But, right now he looked uncomfortable and nervous. I looked at him and waited for him to say something. What was he so concerned about?
“Are… are you scared of me?” he asked in a whisper. My heart melted at the question. He looked like a child who was being denied by his first crush. The look of worry in his eyes really got to my heart. I really… didn’t know that he cared that much. Now I knew for sure. Micky couldn’t hurt anyone. He was too kind-hearted.
I smiled at him warmly and said,
“Of course not, Micky. You’re too cute to be scary,” then I wrapped my hands around his neck and kissed him on the cheek.
I felt different around Micky. I admit that. When I kiss Micky on the cheek it was meant more than just as friends. I wanted there to be something more. But I wasn’t sure as to what that might be. I sighed and tried to think about these feelings but Micky had caught my lips with his, ever so gently.
I moaned against his lips and he nibbled at my bottom lip. When he pulled away I pulled him back into a kiss and he licked my lips asking for entrance. And who was I to reject him?
Before I knew it Micky’s tongue was exploring every single inch of my mouth and all I could do was moan in pleasure.
Then I pulled away and looked at the time. I was sure it was getting late and I didn’t want Max to come home to a make-out session. Micky whined and tried to kiss my lips again. He kept kissing my chin and my cheek. I kept avoiding him and trying to look at the time. It wasn’t working.
Micky was extremely persistent, so I had no choice but to push him away. He pouted visibly this time as I walked away. I entered the kitchen and looked at the microwave for the time. Micky walked in right after me and said,
“When are they coming home?” I looked back at him and shrugged. I had no idea when BoA’s audition was or when it would finish. While I was thinking, my stomach began to growl. I giggled sheepishly and asked,
“Are you hungry?” I asked, when he looked at me with a weird look and quirked his eyebrows at me. I looked at him weirdly too. The question wasn’t that hard to answer. Then I remembered what I seemed to keep forgetting.
He was a vampire.
“Oh… right!” I said laughing nervously. Then I thought about the situation. Micky wouldn’t hurt me right? So maybe, I could let him get a little bit of blood from me. It wouldn’t hurt me… too much. So I turned to him and asked,
“Well? Are you hungry?” he looked at me with the weird look again but nodded his head.
“Don’t worry about it. I’ll feed later. After I’m done watching over you.” He answered avoiding eye contact. He wasn’t that much more comfortable about the topic than I was.
Then I thought about it one last time and asked,
“Do you want something to eat?” he scrunched his face in disgust and said,
“I don’t eat human food. It’s disgusting.” I shuffled a little and said,
“You can have some of my blood if you want. As long as you don’t take too much, I’ll be fine right?” he looked at me with wide-eyes and shook his head furiously. He gave me a look as if I was insane.
“Are you insane? That would be suicide for you! I don’t think I should… I might not be able to control myself. If you died becau…” he seemed to be fighting with himself. He was trying to convince himself more than trying he was trying to convince me. So I giggled and before he could finish his sentence I said,
“But I trust you. I know you wouldn’t lose control,” then he thought about it for a few seconds and looked back at me. He sighed,
“Why are you tempting me?” He asked while giving me a scrutinizing look. He was making me look like that guilty one. I giggled and said,
“I’m not tempting you. I’m just offering you food. What’s so wrong with that?” My answer did make sense. He was being such a worry wart. Like Hero.
“Are you sure?” he asked slowly starting to give in. I nodded my head in reply. I was sure. I knew I could trust Micky.
“I am. Because I know that if you don’t feed right now, you’ll hurt someone else right?” he looked away. I was right. He didn’t look like he regretted anything though.
I wondered if that was a good thing…
I walked closer to him and stood in front of him waiting for him to feed. He still seemed a little uncertain. He was worried that he wouldn’t stop drinking.
Worried that he wouldn’t be able to stop himself.
So I decided I should help him a little. I wrapped my arms around his neck and tilted my head to the side just slightly. His eyes went redder than before and they became almost cat-like. But, he was still trying to hold back. I wondered why he was so reluctant.
“Here I go,” he said in his deep mellow voice. He licked his lips as if he had been dieing for this moment. I closed my eyes and waited for his fangs to penetrate my skin. I hoped it wouldn’t be too painful.
I felt his breath on my neck and soon felt a tongue lick a spot on my neck. Before I could get used to the licking I felt a sharp pain in my neck. I winced and held onto Micky a little tighter. But, soon the pain turned into a sweet feeling. That sweet feeling became something else. Something that felt so good I couldn’t help but moan.
I felt my legs go weak and I noticed that it was Micky that was holding me up. I felt the sweet feeling grow stronger the longer he kept drinking. Then at once, the feeling was gone. Micky picked me up bridal style and looked at me with a concerned look. He was breathing hard and he was panting while licking the rest residue of my blood off his lips.
“Are you okay?” I nodded without really thinking. I saw the distress in his eyes and it made me feel safe and at home. I felt slightly dizzy though. I felt weak and frail. I blinked my eyes trying to get the sudden blurriness to go away.
“I think I drank a little too much.” He whispered. I sighed as he sat me on a chair that was in the kitchen. I looked up to him and smiled. He kneeled down in front of me with troubled eyes. I shook my head and smiled while saying,
“No, no, it’s okay, I feel fine. From now on, I’ll be your blood bank. Don’t go hurting other people okay?” I ordered. He looked at me with angry eyes and said,
“Are you mad?! I can’t do that! Your body needs time to reproduce blood cells! I can’t keep feeding off one person. It’ll kill you! Shorten your life span. I can’t have that. I’d rather slaughter 1000 people than have to kill you.” My eyes widened as he said this. I looked at him with curious eyes. I lifted my hand and touched his cheek gently. I stroke his soft skin while looking at his eyes.
“Why?” I asked softly. He looked at me looking baffled himself. I could see that he was trying to find a reason himself but didn’t say a word. I sighed and whispered,
“Never mind.” and I got up to look in the kitchen. I was hungry and needed something to eat. I was a little disappointed. What was I expecting him to say? Because I love you? Hah… dream on.