Baekxing Week (1/2)

[yeolis]

Yes, I wrote seven baekxing fics. For no reason. Because baekxing assaulted me with feelings and mADE ME DO IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Thanks to everyone who gave me ideas and supported this madness lol. You can read these at AO3.

friday - energy / 2,339 / dystopia, mama!au (big thanks to amy bro for helping me)



There’s light. The faintest of lights, almost a blurred figure on the back of his lids. Feels like artificial light, but warms his face as if there were natural rays shining on him.

“Yixing.”

The warm hand on his naked shoulder makes it evident that something is happening outside of the dream he was having. It was a good dream. He was by the ocean, and the water was a bright blue reflecting the daytime sky. The last time Yixing saw water like that he was five years old, sitting on his father’s shoulders as they watched the drones projecting on the clear sky that week’s list of deceased. It had been the week his sister’s name came up.

“Yixing, look.”

He groans, one hand flying to shield his eyes from the light. And then it intensifies, becoming impossible to ignore. Yixing slowly opens his eyes, rubbing sleep away from them. He props himself on his elbows, one of the faces he’s seen every day for the past five months coming into focus. A face that definitely wasn’t sitting on his bed when Yixing went to sleep last night.

“Baekhyun,” his voice comes out rough. “What’s going on?”

The other scoots closer to him, both palms up and turned towards Yixing. “It’s stronger, look.” says Baekhyun. He looks excited, teeth pulling on his bottom lip as he stares holes into his hands.

Yixing knows what this is about. He sits up, and that is when it happens. It spreads from the tips of his fingers, taking over the whole expanse of his hands. Soon enough, Baekhyun’s hands are as bright as a led panel. And suddenly brighter. So much brighter that Yixing hoods his eyes, face leaning back. It elicits a chuckle from the other.

“See? It got like this overnight. I woke up and went to check on it, you know, just to see if I still had it, and then it just blew out of me like I was fucking Havok.” he excites, his soft hair flopping. As if realization dawned on him, Baekhyun’s face falls. “Do you think they know?”

The light dims until it’s completely out, and Yixing frowns. He shakes his head, collecting both of Baekhyun’s hands in his by instinct. “There’s no way they know about it. They don’t even have our current location.”

Naturally, Baekhyun’s hands are warm. Blinking at Yixing, he quietly nods, lowering his eyes to the space between them on the mattress. “I’m just… After what happened to Jinri, I’m just--”

“What happened to Jinri could have happened to any of us at the time, but not now. We’re safe now, Baek, I promise.” When the boy gives no sign of believing his words, Yixing pulls his hands a little closer to himself. Baekhyun looks up. “I promise.”

--

It happened before Yixing was even born. His father used to talk about it every day. Yixing and his sister would hear about how it was before the drones breached the atmosphere, before the Outsiders decided to suck every ounce of living energy existing on the planet. There used to be a lot of energy.

Just like every other being on the planet, Yixing was born with a purpose.

“Your hands are very special,” his father told him once. “They can mend what was broken. Give back what was lost.”

He couldn’t understand what it meant at first, but his sister took care of explaining. He saw her pick the neighbor’s dog from the ground and, with a gentle touch of her hand, heal the animal’s injured leg. “This is what we can do,” she said. “We have it so we can help others.”

They never really had a home. The Outsiders made sure of that. Along with small groups of people they were always moving, always traveling across old, deteriorated cities seeking a safe place the Outsiders wouldn’t reach.

To this day, Yixing fails to remember how his sister disappeared. There had been a commotion at the camp they were staying at, and drones appeared out of nowhere. In the blink of an eye she was gone. His father and a couple other adults went looking for missing people, but they were never found. A couple days later when drones flew high to project the list of the deceased on the sky, her name came up.

Yixing was fifteen when someone finally figured out why the people were being taken. All those years the survivors had been moving from one spot to another, escaping the Outsiders, which intentions no one had a clue of. Many speculated they wanted land. Others figured they were after riches or natural products of the planet. It was only when the first person taken managed to return that their goal became clear.

It was a man. Shino, his name was. A member of the water clans. Even though his name was never announced on the lists, his family had believed him dead.

“They took it out,” Yixing still remembers his bloodshot eyes and cracked lips. His pierced arms and bald head. “My energy. They took it all out.”

After a while, Yixing stopped seeing the drones in the sky. It didn’t mean people had stopped being captured. It just meant that they were doing a better job hiding.

--

“Jongin said they were keeping the dead inside this really big container,” Sehun says later at breakfast.

“If I were Jongin I would be careful where I end up,” Minseok advises. “There are stories of people like him who thought they were smarter than the ‘Siders and never returned.”

Sehun seems to take offense, “No ‘Sider ever touched Jongin.”

Sighing, the elder shakes his head in blatant disapproval. Sehun huffs petulantly. “Just tell him to be careful.”

Everything looks just the way it was the previous day. The facility is intact, people are alive, the systems are working. No signs of attacks during the night. Still, Baekhyun fidgets in his seat, legs bouncing and eyes constantly lowering to stare at his hands. Yixing touches his wrist, and the younger startles.

“Easy,” he chuckles. Baekhyun smiles, shaking his head.

“Sorry.”

“What’s on your mind?”

If he were anyone else Baekhyun would instantly shrug him off and stand up, escaping the question. He’s not anyone else.

“I know the place Sehun is talking about,” he whispers. “It’s there in their station. We passed the place when they took us to… That other room.” Baekhyun faces Yixing, his eyes wide and lower lip trembling slightly. “There are a lot of dead people, Yixing.”

Yixing squeezes his hand, thumb caressing his knuckles. Baekhyun sighs. “You got out. You survived, they can’t hurt you anymore.”

The younger frowns, “They took my powers out, Yixing. I still remember how painful it was. I wasn’t supposed to have any.”

“Maybe they didn’t take everything.”

Baekhyun snorts. “That never happens.”

He sits closer to the other, hand moving to touch Baekhyun’s neck. “It happened to you,” Yixing says. “And you’re ok.”

“Promise me,” Baekhyun mutters, eyes downcast. “That you won’t tell anyone about it coming back.”

Yixing is about to chide him, but the scared and unsure look on Baekhyun’s eyes stops him from doing anything other than press a long, reassuring kiss on the boy’s cheek, brushing his hair away from his pretty face. “Don’t worry. You’re safe.”

--

The first time Yixing saw Byun Baekhyun, he was seventeen. He was fleeing from a horde of bots with Jongdae when something collided with him. Yixing lost focus amid all the chaos for a second, falling to the ground. He could hear Jongdae’s desperate voice calling out to him, yelling that they had to leave the camp, the bots are coming. Someone suddenly yanked him to his feet, and when his eyes regained focus, it was the face of Byun Baekhyun he saw, wide eyes and dirty cheeks.

“Come on!” the person he had never seen before yelled, and pulled him in such a haste Yixing almost lost balance. They followed Jongdae into the woods and ran.

Once they were safe, having found shelter inside what seemed to be an old convenience store, Yixing inquired Jongdae about supplies. They did leave the camp without a single bag of fruits, or loaf of bread.

“I have bread,” Baekhyun said, opening his backpack and splitting one single loaf into two pieces. “I was planning to leave first thing tomorrow.”

Frowning, Yixing studied him. “I don’t remember seeing you around the camp.”

Baekhyun glanced at him briefly before looking down at the loaves, wrapping his piece and putting it back in his bag. Chuckling, he said, “I arrived a few hours ago. Needed some food. The people in your camp were really kind. I don’t have much luck sometimes.”

“Do you have anyone?” Jongdae asked, bowing in thanks for the bread as he received the other half handed by the other boy.

“Everyone I ever knew was taken,” Baekhyun shrugged, as if losing a loved one was a daily occurrence. “When I find a nice place, I stay for a while. But I tend to walk around.”

“Where are you headed now?” Yixing inquired.

“South.”

Jongdae shook his head, “We’re going north,” he told Yixing. “I heard about this underground facility… They say the bots can’t go in because of a technology to block their signal. It’s a fortress.”

The tales of that so-called fortress were going around the campus for days, Yixing saw a few families gather their things and head north.

Baekhyun frowned. “There’s nothing there. I came from the north, and all the camps were raided. It’s a ‘Sider territory now.”

“It’s underground. The ‘Siders can’t find it.”

It took him a while, but eventually, Baekhyun sighed. “I came from the north. There’s nothing there.” He faced both Yixing and Jongdae with resolution. “I’m going south.”

So they split. Baekhyun handed them a spare water bottle and shook their hands. Before he could turn around and walk his own path, Yixing held his arm.

“Thank you,” he said, voice low. “For helping me back there at the camp.”

Baekhyun smiled, his lips stretching in a way Yixing couldn’t help but find pretty. It’d been a long time since he last thought something was pretty. “Stay safe,” Baekhyun said, and walked away.

They met again five months ago. Baekhyun was found by hunters from the facility on their way back. According to the people who brought him in, he was lying unconscious in the woods, stark naked. Yixing recognized him the moment he laid eyes on his face. He was bald, but that was definitely the boy who had helped him four years ago.

“Isn’t that…” Jongdae muttered. Yixing simply nodded. “He was taken.”

“He’s alive,” Yixing said.

“One lucky bastard.”

--

The nights used to be warmer before they gave Baekhyun his own room. Yixing would make space for the younger under his covers, and they would stare at the ceiling for a few hours, discussing how much time they had left to live. Sometimes Yixing would wake up with Baekhyun completely attached to him, sometimes he would seek the others’ warmth in the middle of the night.

He misses it. It’s been cold. Sometimes he wonders if asking them to give Baekhyun his own room was really a good idea. He thought he could use the privacy, but in the end, it’s Yixing who wanders into Baekhyun’s room searching for company.

He walks into Baekhyun’s room, finding the other burrowed underneath his comforter. He isn’t asleep, though. Baekhyun moves when he feels Yixing’s weight sink the mattress a bit.

“Are you lonely?” Baekhyun asks, but doesn’t wait for Yixing’s response before lifting the covers in invitation.

“I was cold,” he says. It’s half true.

Baekhyun chuckles, one hand immediately meeting with Yixing’s waist, pulling him closer. He remains silent, only stares into Yixing’s eyes. His irises shimmer, brightness radiating from him. When Yixing frowns, bothered by the light in his own eyes, Baekhyun smiles, and suddenly he’s a lot closer.

“You didn’t tell anyone, did you?” he whispers. With their proximity, he doesn’t need to speak louder. Baekhyun brushes Yixing’s nose with his own, fingers tightening on the latter’s waist.

“I promised you,” Yixing answers, but he can feel his brain slipping into autopilot. The warmth emanating from the one touching him, speaking so close to him, seems to have stolen his attention.

Baekhyun licks his lips (Yixing swears he does that on purpose), hand sliding upwards, settling on Yixing’s chest.

“Thank you.”

The way his lips circle the syllables in those words make Yixing’s eyes drop to his mouth, and Baekhyun closes the distance between them with a gentle press of lips. Baekhyun’s kiss feels like oxygen, like Yixing’s been breathing carbon dioxide all this time. He inhales, wrapping his arms around the younger, bringing him that much closer.

“I missed you,” he whispers against Baekhyun’s mouth, hands caressing his back, threading on his hair, thumbs brushing over his cheeks. Yixing just wants to touch him all over.

“I thought you didn’t want this anymore.” He sounds almost unsure, and it forces Yixing to break the kiss, lean back a little to study the expression on Baekhyun’s face.

“I want you,” he assures.

“Show me you want me.”

A heartbeat later their pants are lying on the ground. Baekhyun’s beautiful, silky hair is a mess on the pillow, his pretty hand shoved into his mouth to muffle his moans. He looks so good like this, reacting to Yixing’s every touch, to every jerk he gives his hard cock. When Baekhyun comes, Yixing leans over, watches his sweaty face up close. He doesn’t think a most beautiful person exists in this wrecked world. Yixing brushes Baekhyun’s wet bangs away from his face, and kisses him softly, intimately.

“If I had known this is what I’d get, I would have come north with you four years ago,” Baekhyun says, and Yixing chuckles, thinking that yes, there must be no one else like Baekhyun in the entire universe.

saturday - tripping / 1,992 / alcohol, and the dimension of the drunk people LOL



It’s definitely Yixing’s fault. If he hadn’t convinced Baekhyun to get drunk they would never have started discussing occultism, thus, those dubious websites wouldn’t have been found.

“It’s actually Luhan’s fault,” Yixing says. He’s a little wobbly, his hooded eyes indicating that his brain is still intoxicated. Perfect. “He was the one who wanted to look at that illuminati stuff…” A loud gasp, both of Yixing’s hands clasping on his cheeks. “Do you think Luhan realized we’re gone?”

Seriously.

Baekhyun inhales, “Of course he realized we’re gone. We were swallowed by tHE FUCKING COMPUTER!!!!!!!!!!”

The other shrinks slightly and has the decency of looking a little guilty. “I probably shouldn’t have clicked that link...”

Yes, a normal person would never google ‘baphomet + illuminati’ and click the link entitled “Learn how to activate the secret dimension only known by the highest-ranked illuminati priests!”. Baekhyun has married an idiot.

Finally having a chance to look around, Baekhyun inspects their surroundings. There’s snow everywhere, and woods, and seriously this looks like a recording location for Game of Thrones. Besides snow and trees, there’s nothing else in sight. Baekhyun inhales once more, closes his eyes, and counts to ten.

“Uh…” Yixing’s voice interrupts his relaxation moment. “Baby, shouldn’t we be looking for help? Or, I don’t know, another computer so we can get the fuck out of here?”

Out of nowhere there’s a loud bang, and smoke starts to emerge from thin air. Blue smoke. From the blue smoke walks out a man. Baekhyun takes a double look. “Did you say get the fuck out of here?” asks the man. He’s short, and his mouth is somewhat kittenish, curling at the ends. Something tells Baekhyun not to trust him. “That’s the password!!!”

Yixing hums in confusion. Just for good measure, Baekhyun sneaks behind him. He has no clue who the hell is the Smoke Man, better not be too close. “What password?” Baekhyun’s husband asks.

“The password to get the fuck out of here, of course.” Smoke Man says as if they’re both stupid. “I am Jongdae and I will be your Dungeon Master.”

“What.”

Jongdae -- the Dungeon Master -- rolls his eyes and crosses his arms on his chest. “You said you wanted to get the fuck out of here, and I will help you get the fuck out of here.”

Baekhyun touches Yixing’s shoulders, half of his face hidden behind his husband’s head. “What is this place?”

Jongdae snorts, muttering unintelligible things before saying, “The Dimension Only Known By People Under The Effect of Illicit Substances, of course.”

“Wait a second,” Yixing, in all his drunken glory, walks right up Smoke Man’s face. “The website said this was an illuminati dimension!”

“Illuminati? What?” Jongdae puts a good distance between them and chuckles humorlessly. “Not really. You just need to be hammered to end up here.”

Yixing actually looks disappointed. “See, baby?” he turns around to face Baekhyun. “We shouldn’t trust what we read online.”

“So, you wanna get the fuck out of here or not?” the Dungeon Master seems to be losing his patience.

“What should we do?” Baekhyun asks.

“Well, first you need to find the unicorn,” Jongdae says matter-of-factly. “It’s there in the woods, and it startles easily, so make sure you don’t scare it away. You only have one chance of capturing it. If you fail, you’re doomed to stay here forever.”

“Is that what happened to you?”

“Those little shits are really fast.” Jongdae pouts.

Choosing not to question the validity of a unicorn (they were ~swallowed~ by a computer, after all), Baekhyun asks, “After we capture the unicorn…?”

“You need to ride it. It will show you the way to the Dragon’s lair. There, you will steal one egg.” Jongdae yawns. “Seriously folks, you need to start bringing pen and paper. Halfway through this quest, you forget all the steps and I need to keep popping everywhere to remind you the stuff.”

“Isn’t that your job? You’re the Dungeon Master.” Yixing reminds him.

“Well, the Dungeon Master disappears mid-instruction, have you forgotten?”

“I’ve never seen that cartoon.”

Baekhyun gasps. “Has our marriage been a lie?”

“I’m sorry!” his husband cries. “I promise I will watch everything!”

Yeah, he’s not gonna believe that. Baekhyun approaches Jongdae and points back at Yixing. “He promised me he would create a League of Legends account and I’m still waiting.”

Jongdae snorts, “They never create the damn game account.” clearing his throat, the Dungeon Master continues, “So, when you capture the egg, you’re supposed to crack it. Once you crack it, you’re out of here.”

“Ok, so unicorn, ride the unicorn, steal the egg. Got it.”

Jongdae waves them good luck and Yixing takes the lead, screaming to the wind about a pink unicorn he once dreamed of. Baekhyun considers never drinking again.

They find the unicorn. It’s, surprisingly, pink. Its horn is rainbow colored, but pastel rainbow and its tail follows the same pattern. The unicorn’s eyes are grey, and if Baekhyun’s eyes are not deceiving him, that marvellous mythical animal is glittering.

“It’s so beautiful,” Yixing amazes, and he seems entranced by the unicorn. His feet start to move. Baekhyun realizes Yixing is walking towards the unicorn.

“Wait, don’t do that,” he whispers. “Don’t you remember what the guy said? They startle easily!”

“Unicorns like me, don’t worry,” Yixing says as if it’s a well-accepted truth.

Baekhyun holds his breath as he watches his husband approach the horse-like animal. The unicorn doesn’t seem to have realized someone is that close, and Baekhyun feels his throat pulsing in anxiety. Then, Yixing lifts a hand to touch it. Baekhyun bites his knuckles.

The unicorn doesn’t even move when Yixing touches it. “Good girl,” he says. Baekhyun didn’t even know it was female. “Good girl. Yes, you’re a good girl. A pretty girl.”

His husband pets the unicorn’s hair, giving it’s neck a few gentle taps. The animal neighs. Yixing laughs, finally turning to look at Baekhyun. “Come, she’s nice.”

Baekhyun swallows, taking a few tentative steps towards the unicorn. She neighs again.

Yixing shushes her, “It’s ok, it’s Baekhyun. He’s a wonderful person. I love him very much.”

A surge of affection for his husband invades Baekhyun, and he smiles at the silly man petting a mythical animal that’s probably a figment of their imagination.

“Come now, baby,” Yixing tells him, and Baekhyun takes a few more steps. The unicorn remains silent, so he approaches her, sticking close to Yixing. “Now, we need to ride you. Will you let us ride you, pretty girl?”

Baekhyun blushes, his memory flashing images of one of their most recent nights together. “I feel really uncomfortable hearing you say that to a unicorn.”

Yixing laughs, facing Baekhyun. “Come on, she’ll let us ride.”

“Stop saying it.”

The Dragon’s lair is really a massive cave. Big enough to fit a dragon.

“Do you also have a mysterious ability to enchant dragons?” Baekhyun asks his husband just for good measure. Who knows.

“I’m not a Dragon Whisperer, sadly.” Yixing pouts, patting the unicorn’s neck. “Thank you for bringing us here, girl. You may go now.”

Neighing, the unicorn trots back into the woods, disappearing from their sight. Baekhyun watches the trail of glitter she left behind, and thinks he might actually keep that image in his mind.

“So, we need to steal a dragon’s egg,” Yixing says.

“You dickheads actually made it here.” Baekhyun screams. Jongdae, a sudden appearance by his side, snorts. “I’m surprised.”

“Dungeon Master!” Yixing exclaims. “Can we really go home after cracking the egg?”

“Oh yeah,” Jongdae shrugs. “You’ll be home very soon. Unless the dragon eats both of ‘ya.”

Shit. Baekhyun hugs Yixing’s arm. His husband caresses his hand. “Let’s just get the damn eggs.”

When Jongdae talked about a dragon, Baekhyun honestly imagined Smaug flying overhead, among the clouds, spitting fire and destroying villages. Or at least something Drogon-sized. He stares at the ~dragon~, tilting his head to check if he’s seeing clearly.

“This is a lizard.” Baekhyun states.

“It’s a dragon, but it’s a small dragon,” Yixing crouches in front of the dragon, who menacingly coughs a pathetic poof of fire at him. Yixing smiles. “It’s cute! Look at it all dangerous trying to protect its lair.”

There’s something wrong with this whole situation. Baekhyun sees a dragon, a tiny dragon, and his husband bonding with it, but where are the eggs?

“Uh…” he looks around. “Yixing, I don’t think this is the real dragon.”

“What are you talking about? It’s in front of us.”

“Where are the eggs, then?” the more he thinks about it, the more he believes it. A shiver runs down his spine, and Baekhyun pulls Yixing to his feet. “This is not the real drag--”

He never finishes the sentence. A deafening growl resonates from the far end of the cave, and the walls tremble. It’s suddenly warm, and it keeps getting hotter, as if… It is approaching them.

Then he sees an explosion tumbling towards them, yellow, red, and orange fire approaching at lightspeed. He doesn’t even need to see it to know that’s the real dragon. Baekhyun yells. “FUCK, RUN!”

The fire is too close, he can feel the flames licking at his calves, and he’s pretty sure he’s going to die. Baekhyun holds Yixing’s hand, knowing that at least he won’t die by himself. He runs, and even if he can see the light at the end of the cave, the fire gets to them first.

AND THEN THERE’S WATER ON HIS FACE. COLD. VERY MUCH WET WATER. Baekhyun wakes up with a jolt, gasping for air as he takes in his surroundings. It’s his house. Next to him in a similar situation is his husband.

“See, I told you the water would wake them up.” someone says; an oddly familiar voice. Baekhyun squints, looking at a face he shouldn’t know.

“DUNGEON MASTER!” Yixing yells, wiping water from his face and standing up -- wobbling, to be accurate. “YOU’RE REAL!”

“What is he talking about?” the man asks Luhan, who’s standing next to him.

“Xing, this is Jongdae. I told you he was coming. He’s a friend of mine.” Luhan tells Yixing as if Baekhyun’s husband was five years old. Then, the Chinese blonde looks at Jongdae, “He’s just drunk.”

“BAEKHYUN!” Yixing turns to him desperately, and Baekhyun doesn’t know what to say. That man standing next to Luhan is indeed the man who walked out of blue smoke in The Dimension Only Known By People Under The Effect of Illicit Substances. “TELL ME YOU REMEMBER!”

They were clearly suffering from hallucinations, but the weird part is… How did they trip together? Was it love?

Baekhyun frowns, trying to stand up. He feels unusually fine after drinking so much. He helps Yixing up. “Let’s go get you some coffee.”

“Nice to meet you!” he hears Jongdae say as they walk to the kitchen.

Baekhyun sits Yixing by the counter, moving around to prepare the coffee.

“Was it real?” his husband asks after a few minutes in silence. “The unicorn and the dragon fire? I mean… Luhan’s friend, Jongdae? He was there.”

Placing a coffee mug in front of Yixing, Baekhyun leans with his forearms on the counter. “Baby, I think we tripped real high.”

Yixing’s face falls, “But the unicorn! I really liked her.”

“Aw, I know.” Baekhyun ruffles his hair, watching as Yixing sips his coffee. “I’ll get you a unicorn plushie first thing tomorrow. I’ll even make sure it’s pink.”

His husband grins, “Thanks.”

“Let’s try not to drink that much next time, ok?”

“We can find other ways to occupy our time,” Yixing shrugs. “I know that riding that unicorn brought back some memories--”

“Oh my god, Yixing!”

“Was it how I called her pretty girl?”

“Shut up!”

And that’s how Byun Baekhyun stopped drinking. He bought Yixing a pink unicorn plushie but made sure to hide the thing whenever they were having sex.

sunday - favorite / 1,758 / jealous bbh


Baekhyun glances at Yixing’s untouched iced tea glass sitting forgotten. His glass sweats all over the table, the ice slowly melting. It’s still his first drink of the night. Baekhyun is already on his third cocktail. Everyone has ordered at least a second round, even Minseok who’s not a fan of getting hammered is drinking his second light beer. Yixing, though… Yixing remains so focused on whatever he’s telling Jongdae that his glass is left to warm up on the table.

Honestly. Baekhyun huffs, looking away from the two of them. He knows Jongdae’s recently returned from a two-year period working in Paris, but honestly. Didn’t they Skype? They’re acting like lovers who spent too long apart and now can’t get enough of each other. A surprising bubble of anger forms inside Baekhyun, and he crosses his arms on his chest.

“Why are you sulking?” Joonmyun asks, scooting closer to Baekhyun.

“I’m not sulking,” it’s true, he’s not sulking. Just… Mildly annoyed. “Just thinking of a perfectly good iced tea going to waste.”

Joonmyun hums and narrows his eyes in that way he does whenever he’s trying to solve a really difficult charade. Then, the elder turns around and loudly inquires, “Yixing, are you planning on drinking this iced tea?”

Baekhyun shifts in his seat, wary of Joonmyun’s intentions. Yixing simply frowns, answering, “Yes…”

“See, Baekhyun?” Joonmyun elbows him exaggeratedly. “He’s going to drink it. Baekhyun was just worried your drink was going to waste.”

Cheeks burning red, Baekhyun blinks at his friend, unsure of his next move. “What--”

Now everyone’s attention is on him. Jongdae seems to be hiding a tiny little smile behind his beer bottle, the dickhead.

“Do you want it?” Yixing asks, offering his untouched glass to Baekhyun. “I thought you were drinking alcohol tonight.”

“I-I am,” Baekhyun replies, shooting Joonmyun a nasty look. “Joonmyun is just a little confused.”

“To be honest you do look a little thirsty, Baekhyun,” Minseok says, mischief glinting in his eyes.

“Seriously, you can have it if you want.” Yixing offers his drink once more, and Baekhyun sighs dejectedly.

“I don’t want it. I have my own drink, thanks.”

“... Okay then.”

Slowly, conversation restarts and Baekhyun steps out of the spotlight. He sips on his drink, being careful not to look so blatantly disapproving. Occasionally someone will watch him with interest, searching for something, but Baekhyun will give them nothing. Yixing and Jongdae still look engaged in their conversation.

Baekhyun is not in the mood for small talk, or to listen to his friends’ whining about their lives, so he decides to leave earlier. As soon as his glass is empty, Baekhyun grabs his coat from the back of his chair and stands up.

“I’ll be going,” he announces.

Jongin frowns, “Why? Sehun is not even here yet!”

“Yeah Baekhyun, why are you leaving?”

Ignoring Joonmyun’s tone, Baekhyun shrugs, “I’m tired.”

“Didn’t you want a ride home?” Yixing asks, eyebrows knitted together. “I thought we would go together.”

Taking a deep breath, Baekhyun gets some money out of his wallet and places it on the table. “Nah, you can give Jongdae a ride. Looks like you have a lot of catching up to do.” He says spitefully, tasting the bitterness at the tip of his tongue. A few mouths drop around the table, and Baekhyun flashes a confused Yixing a very fake smile. That’s his cue. Baekhyun walks away from their table, trying to get away from the scene as soon as possible.

He hears someone yell his name but to his luck, there is a cab parked outside of the bar, so Baekhyun hops on and drives away. On the way home his mind is filled with thoughts and deep analysis of what just happened, and Baekhyun wonders if he had a reason to react like that. Yixing and Jongdae have been friends just as long as Baekhyun has been friends with any of them, and they’re prone to long talks and discussions. It’s not like… They were flirting. The thought makes him blush. It’s so ridiculously obvious how jealous he is. Everyone could tell, and now Baekhyun will once again become the group’s joke. Seriously, he’s been acting like a fool around Yixing for too damn long. Is Yixing really that dense for not noticing or he’s just pretending not to see to avoid an uncomfortable situation?

Oh God.

Already home, Baekhyun takes a quick shower and puts his pajamas, ready to bury himself beneath layers of sheets and comforters and suffocate himself with memories of his stupidity. He’s such a failure. Byun Baekhyun is a failure to humanity. He should issue a formal apology to the world for being unable of simply expressing his feelings to the guy he’s been in love with for the past three years. It’s pathetic.

From his comfortable place beneath his covers, Baekhyun can see his phone screen lighting up with every new message received. He chooses to ignore them all. He really doesn’t want to read whatever mean comments his friends are throwing his way now. He can deal with them in the morning. In the morning if he survives a whole night of self-loathing and sheer embarrassment.

The sound of the doorbell wakes him from a dreamless sleep, and Baekhyun whines about having his extended Sunday sleep hours disturbed. He gets up, dragging his body to the door and mindlessly opening it without checking who it is.

Of course it would be Yixing. Dressed in a casual black t-shirt and black jeans, hair perfectly combed while Baekhyun looks like the closet monster. He’s suddenly awake.

“Hey,” Yixing greets. “Can I come in?”

Blinking his surprise away, Baekhyun clears his throat, “Yeah, yeah,” and makes way for his friend to come in. “Take a seat, I’ll be right back.” Then he runs back to his room, locking the door behind himself before marching towards the bathroom and initiating the process of brushing his teeth. What the fuck is Yixing doing in Baekhyun’s apartment? Why did he have to show up so early?

Baekhyun gently pats his hair down before returning to the living room. He finds Yixing comfortably sitting on the couch. “What’s up.”

“Are you ok?” Yixing asks. “I sent you dozens of messages after you stormed out like that.”

“I haven’t checked my phone since last night.” That is true.

Yixing nods, licking his lips. He seems to be considering what to say. “Are you ok? You seemed upset.”

Baekhyun frowns, faking a confused expression as he sits as far from Yixing as possible on the couch. Which is not much, since he doesn’t own a very large couch. “Why would I be upset?”

Snorting, Yixing rolls his eyes. “Quit it, everyone saw what happened. You were pissed about something.”

He doesn’t know what to say. It’s either do or die. Whether Baekhyun tells the truth on why he was so upset last night, or he conceals again, risking Yixing knowing he’s lying and becoming upset himself. Baekhyun just stares at the other, without a clue of how to proceed.

“Were you jealous?” Yixing asks. His voice sounds softer this time, his eyes a bit careful when they search Baekhyun’s.

He can’t mask the furious way redness takes over his face. Baekhyun simply lowers his eyes. Yes, there’s no way out of this one.

“I was,” he admits. “It’s silly, but… I don’t know, the way you two were talking… It reminded me of the way we talk.”

The curious look on Yixing’s eyes is replaced by a fond one, and he approaches Baekhyun on the couch. “Baek… Seriously,” he chuckles, placing a hand on Baekhyun’s shoulder. “There’s no reason to be jealous. Everyone knows you’re my favorite.”

Baekhyun’s stomach flutters, and he’s pretty sure his heart skips a beat. Yixing’s hand slides up to Baekhyun’s neck, a thumb caressing the skin of his cheek. It’s intimate and awfully loving. Baekhyun doesn’t know what to think.

“I’m… Your favorite?” He asks just for good measure. Yixing smiles.

“Yes, you are. How could you not?” Yixing touches the tip of Baekhyun’s nose with his index finger. “Being so cute.”

He’s pretty sure it’s the fact that he can’t stop blushing that makes Yixing chuckle and push a few strands of Baekhyun’s hair away from his face.

“What about me?” Asks Yixing. “Am I your favorite?”

Although Baekhyun’s mind tries to deny, it’s pretty clear what he’s asking.

“Of course you’re my favorite.” Baekhyun answers and his heart’s never beaten this fast. Yixing is closer than he was a second before, his fingers keeping Baekhyun’s hair away from his eyes.

“So you believe me when I say you don’t have a single reason to be jealous?” Baekhyun doesn’t even find words to speak. He simply nods, eyes dropping to Yixing’s mouth. He sees those lips form the word, “Good”, and then they’re pressing against Baekhyun’s own.

Yixing’s mouth is as soft and gentle as Baekhyun’s always imagined. With both arms around Baekhyun’s torso, Yixing brings him to his lap, one hand rubbing Baekhyun’s spine and the other cupping his face. It’s not frantic and desperate. It’s slow, and tender, and feels so good that Baekhyun wishes they could keep kissing like this for hours.

“You have awesome lips,” Yixing whispers as he peppers kisses all over Baekhyun’s face, going down to his neck. “You have an awesome neck, I love your face, God, you’re so good.”

Baekhyun chuckles, allowing himself to be kissed and touched wherever Yixing wants to kiss and touch him. “I’m good?”

“Oh yes, you’re the best.” The other meets his eyes before pecking at Baekhyun’s chin. “Can I keep kissing you?”

“Please, kiss me.”

So Yixing does. He kisses Baekhyun until he’s lost his senses and there’s no air left in his lungs. Then they take a break, only to kiss again a few minutes later.

“Can I kiss you tomorrow?” Yixing asks halfway through the day. They’re lying on Baekhyun’s messy sheets, tangled legs and wandering hands. It’s strange but it doesn’t feel like it’s the first time they touch like this. Perhaps that’s why Baekhyun was so jealous last night. He’s always known Yixing is his, and not having his full attention made no sense.

“You can kiss me tomorrow, and after, and after, and after, until you don’t want to kiss me anymore. Which I think will never happen, because honestly why wouldn’t you kiss me?”

“That’s a good question,” Yixing hums, and resumes the kissing, because honestly. How could he not?

monday - kindred / 2,901 / vampires, werewolves, unprepared butt sex


Walking into the old warehouse gives Baekhyun an odd sense of comfort. Like those frail, moldy walls are safe enough that under the broken glass roof he can shed the cloak of concealing he’s been wearing for too long now. Little shards of glass and other crumbled things crack beneath his boots as he walks, moonlight shining white and ghostly over him. He’s alone. It’s not often that Baekhyun is the first to arrive, and he wonders if something happened. It couldn’t have, it’s too early. They still have time.

A few minutes later he can hear noises coming from the outside, and soon he’s coming in, his usual muddied, ripped pants and bare feet, wild hair matching the scratches and scars all over his naked chest. Baekhyun’s throat constricts, and it’s such a human response he almost chides himself for reacting like that. He’s learned that he can’t help it, though. It’s just the effect Yixing has on him.

There are glass shards on the ground but Baekhyun knows he shouldn’t worry. Yixing’s got a thicker skin. As they get closer, he can see the other’s bright red irises -- an indication that he’s just shifted. Baekhyun should have guessed he ran all the way here. His pants always get the worst of the journey.

They’re at arms reach now, Yixing’s eyes fading back to brown, the mild sharpness in his teeth disappearing. He remains silent, studying Baekhyun’s face as if that’s his only purpose in life. It does something to him, the way Yixing’s eyes rake through his body, taking in all the curves and contours. Baekhyun could shiver from that alone.

“Did you avoid a shirt tonight to make it easier for me?” he asks, a lopsided smile playing at his lips. Knowing that one of his fangs are exposed, Baekhyun licks that corner of his mouth, watching the way Yixing’s eyes drop to his lips.

The wolf shrugs, walking right into Baekhyun’s personal space. He seems so much taller when they’re standing like this, Baekhyun needs to look up to meet his eyes. “Thought we wouldn’t have much time.” Yixing’s hands come to rest at Baekhyun’s hips, pushing at his shirt to touch his skin, and he definitely shivers. “I’m pretty sure the Alpha knows what’s going on. Why I’ve been sneaking every night.”

He noses at Baekhyun’s cheek, nipping his jaw, hands sliding up to his waist. Baekhyun closes his eyes, tilting his head to give Yixing a better access to his neck. He presses his palms flush against Yixing’s chest, and the hardness of his pecs sends another shiver right down Baekhyun's spine.

“You have been sloppy, haven’t you?” Baekhyun breathes as Yixing’s hands grab his hair, angling him just right so his mouth could catch Baekhyun’s, his tongue lapping against Baekhyun’s, his lips caressing and sliding hot against Baekhyun’s. It’s impossible to refrain the whimper that comes out of him, his hands seeking support on Yixing’s shoulders. Baekhyun moans, the words he hadn’t been able to say muffled at the back of his throat.

Yixing pushes him back, leading Baekhyun onto the adjacent wall. His back meets the concrete with a faint thud, Yixing’s hands working fast on unbuttoning Baekhyun’s shirt. Baekhyun takes the opportunity to explore the other’s body with his hands, tracing the lines of his abs, thumbing his nipples. Yixing growls fiercely at him, red eyes glaring at Baekhyun. Tearing the rest of the buttons apart, Yixing yanks Baekhyun’s shirt impatiently, quick in kissing and biting at his shoulders. His bare skin in contact with Yixing makes his nipples feel too sensitive, and his pants too tight. Baekhyun gasps when Yixing licks his neck, snaking up to reclaim Baekhyun’s mouth quite aggressively.

He wants to tell Yixing to slow down, to take his time. It might be the last of their nights, after all. Softly pushing at the wolf’s shoulders, Baekhyun meets his eyes and runs both his hands through Yixing’s untamed hair. The gentleness of his touch seems to ease him.

“Hey,” Baekhyun whispers, planting a kiss on the corner of Yixing’s mouth. “Can we go slow tonight?”

Yixing blinks at him, completely still if not for the way his thumbs rub at Baekhyun’s hipbones. Judging by the way his eyes search Baekhyun’s, seems like Yixing hears all the unsaid words. Our rival clans will be facing each other in a mindless bloodbath in a few hours. This could be our last night. Let’s make the best out of it..

“I can take you as slow as you want me to.” The wolf says, his hand on Baekhyun’s lower back pressing their bodies impossibly closer, his undeniable hardness pushing against Baekhyun’s. Baekhyun’s jaw hangs slack as Yixing rocks against him, burying his face in the crook of Baekhyun’s neck, inhaling, memorizing Baekhyun’s scent.

Yixing’s lips roam freely, spreading open-mouthed kisses on the expanse of Baekhyun’s shoulders, on his neck, on his throat, his chin, jaw, his lips. He’s so sensitive to Yixing’s touch that Baekhyun feels his breath being taken away, moaning loudly when his cock is cupped through his pants.

Baekhyun reaches to unbutton his own pants, desperate for Yixing to just touch him, and the latter laughs. “Are you in a hurry?” he teases. Baekhyun whines.

“Don’t torture me, please.”

“I thought you wanted to go slow.”

Yixing nips at his bottom lip and Baekhyun gasps, “I meant that I wanted this to last longer.”

I wanted us to have more time. Yixing stops, facing Baekhyun in that tranquil, serene way he looks when he’s in thought. Then he nods, one hand coming to Baekhyun’s neck, the other flying to his pants. Yixing works fast. In a split second, he has Baekhyun’s furiously hard cock in hand, thumb already working to spread precome on the underside. Baekhyun’s low moan seems to please him, and Yixing licks his lips. “You are a fascinating being, do you know that?” Baekhyun can’t find words to answer. Not with Yixing touching him like that. “They say you’re dead, but you look beautifully alive right now.”

That’s how you make me feel, Baekhyun would say. Instead, he just thrusts into Yixing’s hand, seeking that much-needed friction. Yixing pins his hips to the wall, and Baekhyun whines because his hand is going insufferably slow and he needs so much more…

It’s a good thing he fed before coming here. He can see the veins in Yixing’s throat pulsing fiercely, and he wouldn’t mind sinking his fangs there, tasting him whole. Baekhyun grabs the wolf’s wrist, incited by thoughts of drinking from him, urging him to go faster. Yixing chuckles, complying and going as fast as Baekhyun wants him to and fuck--

“Shit, I bet you would be soaking wet if you were one of us.” Yixing hisses, turning Baekhyun around and pushing him on his chest against the wall. He yelps, turning his head around to watch as Yixing pulls his pants all the way down, kicking his legs apart. The pace suddenly feels rushed again, and Baekhyun seriously can’t give a shit about how fast they’re going. Yixing spits on his middle finger and teases Baekhyun’s entrance, circling the rim. “You’d be all loose and ready for my cock if you were an omega wolf.”

He’s heard that wolves fuck like savages, like a bunch of thoughtless animals following their most primal urges. The idea of being essentially manhandled by Yixing has his insides in flames, his undead beating heart screaming at him. Cock pulsing painfully at every poke and prod at his hole, Baekhyun tries to get a hold of Yixing. He grips the wolf’s hair, pulling him up. Yixing leans onto him, forearms on the wall, caging Baekhyun. Yixing gazes at him as if he threatens Baekhyun to have had a good reason for interrupting him. The way he’s studied sends jolts of fear throughout his body, and it’s the type of sensation Baekhyun is not used to.

“Fuck me…” He breathes, “Do it like I’m an omega.”

The request rips a growl out of Yixing, his eyes flaring red, the sharpness returning to his teeth. He’s as ferocious as Baekhyun’s ever seen him, and that jolt of fear explodes inside him. In a minute, Yixing manages to get rid of Baekhyun’s boots and his pants, leaving him completely naked. Suddenly he feels himself being lifted off the ground, and Yixing settles both of Baekhyun’s legs around him. Baekhyun hurries in locking his feet together, wrapping his arms around Yixing’s neck for support.

“You want to be fucked like an omega?” Yixing prompts, baring his teeth at Baekhyun, asserting complete dominance over him. He can hear the sounds of Yixing’s pants being opened, anticipation building inside him. Without tearing his eyes from Baekhyun, Yixing spits on a hand, reaching down to probably smear it all over his cock. “Tell me,” the wolf growls, and Baekhyun startles. “Do you want to be fucked like an omega?”

Seems like his ability to speak got lost somewhere between Yixing’s fingers teasing his ass and his hands lifting Baekhyun off the ground. All he can do is nod, gasping and letting his mouth drop open when the very tip of Yixing’s impossibly hard cock touches his entrance.

“I’m gonna push it in,” the wolf says, lapping his tongue at his sharp teeth. Baekhyun bares his own fangs because two can play this game. Yixing reacts by growling louder, one hand pressing Baekhyun’s face against the wall. “I’m gonna push it in, and if you scream, I’ll do it harder.”

The words alone would spring Baekhyun back to life. He whimpers, biting on his lower lip as Yixing’s hand retreats from his face, focusing on guiding his cock inside Baekhyun instead.

It’s tight. The head of Yixing’s cock is sticky with spit and precome, but Baekhyun hasn’t been properly prepped. It pushes and forces its way inside, and it’s so fucking much. Baekhyun’s head just drops back, a moan being dragged from the back of his throat. It’s never felt like this, the ring of muscles stretching and opening for Yixing with 0 preparation. Baekhyun feels like screaming. He shoves a hand into his mouth, biting at the knuckles. Yixing watches him with hooded eyes, hips moving slowly to coax Baekhyun open.

The head slides in and it’s like Baekhyun’s entrance closes immediately around Yixing’s cock, drawing another growl from the wolf. He starts moving with care, thrusting, stretching Baekhyun’s hole. The slow thrusts work to massage his rim, coating his insides with Yixing’s precome. His own cock rubs at Yixing’s abs with his every tentative thrust and whimpering is all Baekhyun can do.

He can feel his hole loosening, the muscles relaxing, and Yixing’s cock thrusts further, already halfway in. It’s enough for him to pull it nearly out, only the tip holding Baekhyun open. He pulls out only to push it in, repeating it over and over until Baekhyun is writhing and his cock is coating Yixing’s abs in precome.

Soon, the pace fastens, and in place of the pain he felt when Yixing’s fat cock was stretching him open, there’s only pleasure. The slap of his ass meeting Yixing’s hips fills the air, and Baekhyun can’t help the moans escaping from his throat. He feels so pliant, so vulnerable like this with Yixing’s hard, muscled body pressed against his, his strong arms around him. Baekhyun yanks at Yixing’s hair, pulling his head back and giving him easier access to the wolf’s throat. He’s so hungry, so fucking crazy--

He kisses and licks at Yixing’s neck, ignoring the other’s warning growls and harder thrusts. He’s telling Baekhyun not to bite him. Good thing Baekhyun was always a reckless one.

Yixing tastes strong, spicy, nothing like anyone Baekhyun’s ever drank from before, and he suddenly thinks he could be addicted to this. The madness of having Yixing’s blood on his tongue while being pounded in the ass give Baekhyun a new level of high. He’s so, so close... It doesn’t last long enough to allow him to come, though. Yixing is stronger than him, pushing Baekhyun against the wall with all his strength. The thrusts halt. With Yixing standing still Baekhyun can realize how full he is, how Yixing’s cock stuffs his every little corner.

“You bit me,” Yixing accuses. Baekhyun smirks, licking the blood smeared at the corner of his lips. He sees the wounds inflicted by his fangs instantly close, attributing it to Yixing’s rapid healing abilities. “You fucking bit me, you fucker.

“Now you owe me.”

Catching him completely out of guard, Yixing resumes thrusting, pushing it harder, faster. Baekhyun can’t stop the scream, scratching at the wolf’s shoulder in surprise. Yixing doesn’t look the least bothered by the thin cuts provoked by Baekhyun’s nails on his skin. He simply surges forward and bites at Baekhyun’s neck. It hurts like a bitch, but more than that, it sends a rush of pleasure right down, and Baekhyun comes.

When Yixing retreats from his neck, he has blood all over his lips, rolling down his chin. Baekhyun’s wide, incredulous eyes meet his, and the wolf gives one final thrust before spurting inside Baekhyun.

“You bit me,” Baekhyun whispers, mimicking Yixing’s earlier phrase. He cups the bitten spot on his neck, blood flowing unceasingly from his neck. “This won’t heal, you psycho!”

Yixing swats his hand away, licking the bitten spot with a gentleness that almost doesn’t match what just happened. The blood stops flowing, but Baekhyun can still feel the indentations caused by Yixing’s teeth on his skin. Permanently etched.

“I only bit you because I knew it wouldn’t leave a mark!” Baekhyun shouts, yelping when Yixing’s arms release him. Without the support of his arms around the wolf, Baekhyun collides back with the wall, his legs the only part of him attaching the two of them. Yixing then rubs his palms on Baekhyun’s thighs, grabbing his knees and disentangling his legs to help Baekhyun stand on his two feet.

“I bit you because I knew you’d have my mark,” Yixing says, crossing his arms over his chest. “You took something from me, and I returned the favor.”

Furious, Baekhyun pushes the wolf, collecting his discarded clothes and starting to dress. Honestly. What the fuck is he going to tell his master? How the hell is he going to explain the fucking werewolf bite on his shoulder to his coven leader?

“Listen, Baekhyun,” Yixing calls, trying to grab a hold of Baekhyun while he’s buttoning his shirt. Baekhyun yanks his arm back, refusing to face the other. “It works with your kind as well. The wolf’s claim.”

The wolf’s claim. When a werewolf chooses a mate and a mark is made on their body as a display of ownership. Baekhyun frowns, once again tracing the bite stamped on his neck with his finger.

“I wasn’t sure if I should do it but you bit me, and I made up my mind,” Yixing explains, approaching Baekhyun. “As long as you bear my mark, none of my pack mates can harm you. It doesn’t matter what you are. You’re mine, and they will respect that.”

The significance of those words takes a while to sink in. Yixing’s move breaks all the silent agreements they’ve ever made. Baekhyun locks his eyes with Yixing’s now brown ones. He sees well-concealed despair in there, as well as fear and regret. It tugs at Baekhyun’s undead heart, and he closes the distance between them.

Baekhyun runs a hand through the wolf’s wild strands, and Yixing’s lids flutter for a second.

“I know what we do here doesn’t involve much talking, but I can’t pretend I don’t care about you, Baekhyun.”

Baekhyun kisses him, the taste of his own blood transferring from Yixing’s tongue to his. When they part, Baekhyun whispers, “I’m sorry I can’t do the same for you. I would if there was a way.”

Yixing pulls Baekhyun’s hand from his hair, kissing his palm. “I know how to take care of myself. Just promise me you’ll stay safe.”

The nod comes after a few beats, and Yixing pecks his lips. They step away from each other. The moment of the confrontation is nearing, Baekhyun should be back with his clan. He gives Yixing one last glance before turning on his heels, ready to march out of the warehouse.

“Just--” Yixing’s voice makes him turn around. The wolf blinks uncertain, lowering his eyes. “If we get out of this alive… Will you run with me? We could travel, meet others of our kind, I’ll buy you a parasol and we can go to the beach.”

Baekhyun smiles, want bubbling up inside him. He wants so much, it’s impossible to ignore how much he wants this wolf, to go running with him, to be gifted with a freaking parasol. His master would be shocked.

“Run away with me,” Yixing repeats. “We’ll be wary of hunters, we’ll take care of each other.”

The bite on his neck pulses and Baekhyun can’t tell if it’s his own rapidly beating heart or the wolf’s claim. All he knows is that he’s ready for that.

“Yes,” he answers. “We’ll run. If we survive.” Yixing beams and Baekhyun is sure that if he had a tail it would be wagging animately. The thought makes him chuckle. “Please don’t get yourself killed. I wanna go to Fiji.”

{part 2}