[Fic] Hunger - 1/1
Title: Hunger
Author: Coley Merrin
Pairing: Zhou Mi/Kyuhyun
Rating: NC-17
Warning: smut
Summary: All vampires need to feed eventually. But how many of Kyuhyun's needs will be satisfied?
A/N: Unrelated to Until You. /o/ Stop showing me pics of Kyuhyun with vampire teeth, people.
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Zhou Mi breathed in deeply, trying to calm himself among the rustle of humans around him as they breathed and coughed and waited. Men filtered into the room, and the rest of them stood quietly. Some of them, anyway. There were some catcalls, roundly ignored. It was not a dark room, actually fairly well lit. Plenty of chairs if they’d had the nerve to sit. Some were younger, some were old. It was like being in a doctor’s waiting room.
Or a police lineup.
But he wasn’t a criminal, or a victim, and the reason he was standing there was, mostly, his choice. But whatever the reason he was there, he prayed he was chosen. Because he didn’t want to have to come back. Penned up like cattle. Not such an awkward comparison.
And then they came in. The vampires. Groups of two or three. Looking over the humans gathered to provide them food. It was said everyone came at least once - it was the law, after all. Like blood donation, and taxes, and car insurance. But that no one ever went back. He didn’t care about worrying to go back. He just wanted to get that one time over with. Sometimes the vampires offered, or wanted sex. Some of them liked men or women, or didn’t care. Some just wanted to get fed. It was probably sick curiosity that Zhou Mi wondered what sex with a vampire would be like. It wasn’t usual, just optional. There were accounts enough online. Some erotic, some fantastical, some outright horrifying. He’d told everyone there was no way he’d accept it. Everyone in the room had the same sticker on - willing for sex if it was wanted. They'd been offered options, but it was like they all chose that to save face. He knew he had.
But every vampire that passed by seemed to feed a pulse into him. Maybe they fed something into the air. Turn people on, get them a little loopy and cooperative. Make them anxious.
He stared at every face, wondering if it would be this one, or that one. Some were better looking than others, just on his own preference. It made him a little sick inside, almost squirming with it. Just to know what was waiting for him, what he had to do. Zhou Mi never would have picked one of them out on the street. But it was clearly obvious in the small room, who was who, human and vampire. Because only few were choosing. And those weren’t human.
The vampire approaching from his left wasn’t doing anything like the others. The others were looking at faces, body types. Or he assumed. But that vampire just walked by every man in turn, pausing for only a moment and never looking at them. His eyes just kept staring straight ahead. His breath caught in his throat as the vampire stepped up in front of him. Not knowing if he should move, or even breathe. The vampire’s head turned toward him, almost a tilt. And Zhou Mi’s breath trembled out of him when the vampire moved on. Relieved? Ashamed. That for one moment he had hoped, or wondered.
He focused on breathing again. As other men were selected and led out. The ache in his stomach became a gnaw. His skin went cold when another vampire approached him. Well, not him. His area. If this was the one, or…?
A touch on the front of his shirt, fingers looping between his buttons, had his head jerking back to the left. The vampire that had paused before. The one who hadn’t looked at him. But this time, the vampire was, eyes dark and questioning.
“Come with me,” the vampire said.
It wasn’t said forcefully. There was option enough for Zhou Mi to decline. Wait for someone who more caught his eye. And who would that be? The shorter vampire, with the shaggy haircut? One of the ones who’d chosen already, and left?
His step was stuttered, but it was there, moving out of the line of men, with the vampire’s tugging fingers. He wouldn’t have to wait any more.
***
The room Zhou Mi was led to was decently sized. The bed was large, but didn’t dominate the room. There was a desk, closet, and bookshelves. He’d never been to a brothel. In fact, his only experience with paid-for sex, or sex gotten in ways other a generally committed relationship, came from books, movies, or the web. And even if he wasn’t paying, it still had that sordid little twinge on the back of his conscience. But it was patently obvious, that the room he’d been led into wasn’t a den of pleasure. Someone clearly lived there.
“This is where you stay?”
The vampire glanced at him, locking the door and turning the light down. Likely hoping to lower Zhou Mi’s blood pressure with it.
“Yes, this is my “home.” It’s only polite to invite guests in. So. Welcome to dinner.”
His weak chuckle had the vampire’s eyes rolling, and the introduction spiel going at full force.
“My name is Kyuhyun. I can’t communicate or pass on diseases. Thank you for coming,” Kyuhyun said, with all the life in his voice of a computer generated message as he moved toward the desk. “You’re wearing a red sticker, so that means you’re not against sex. If you’re interested, there’s the bed. If you’re not, the chair. Your choice.”
The bed was nice, if plain. A dark cover, over a full sized mattress with a couple of pillows. The standard configuration. The chair was plush, and looked comfortable. But what made them the same, were the cloth cuffs. One set on the headboard, the other on the arms of the chair. His anxiety ramped up.
“What are the restraints for?”
He touched one that rested on the pillow and the thin chain running through the wall anchor jangled. Kyuhyun glanced over at the sound.
“Some people can’t sit still for a feeding. And I don’t enjoy the thought of ripping out someone’s throat.”
Zhou Mi winced. “Oh.”
“Some people like them anyway. I guess it makes them think they had less of a choice.”
“But it’s not like we really have a choice,” Zhou Mi corrected. “Maybe they just want to extend that to reality.”
“Do you know how many people leave after nothing happens, because they beg not to be bitten?” Kyuhyun shook his head. “It’s stupid to talk about this. Just choose where you want.”
It wasn’t like Kyuhyun or the others had choices either. They needed to feed and live. If anything they were probably the ones who felt like they were restrained. Resigned to feed as little as possible. Offering the hint of sex in what seemed like trade for life.
“Do you like sex?” Zhou Mi asked, feeling the tips of his ears go hot as Kyuhyun approached him.
“Do I like air, or food? Obviously. I’d tell you not to be scared because I’m not going to bite you, but that’d be a lie, wouldn’t it?”
He couldn’t help the laugh, ducking his head. “I worried a lot. I was curious, but you- You live here. I don’t want to make this harder on you. Why did you pick me?”
Kyuhyun chewed his lip, seeming to consider it. Or so Zhou Mi thought. Distracted by the face that got close to his, eyes with a glint of humor that made Zhou Mi wonder why. And his breath bottled up, at the hand that cupped the front of his pants.
“I could smell that you were turned on, that’s why. So choose.”
His knees wobbled, almost pitching him into Kyuhyun’s body. Did he want it because it was wrong? Did he want it because there was something in Kyuhyun’s face that reminded him it had been ages since he’d gotten laid? The baggy clothes didn’t tell him what Kyuhyun looked like, but he saw the way Kyuhyun moved, the way his mouth worked, the touch that reminded both of them he was turned on. And he didn’t think there was anything reluctant about that.
“You’re going to tie me up?”
Was that even his voice? Was that hope, or horror? Whatever it was, it made Kyuhyun’s lips quirk.
Visions of Kyuhyun’s mouth against his neck, hips against his, bending up his legs and-
“If that’s what you want,” Kyuhyun said.
And that little smile on that mouth, with his hand gripping the arm Kyuhyun was using to knead his crotch, leveled them. He didn’t have to blush any more, his face was as hot as it was getting. With one last squeeze, Kyuhyun let him go.
“Then get naked.”
“I’m Zhou Mi. My name is Zhou Mi,” he said, realizing he’d never said so. And for some reason, that was important to him. The whole thing was meant to be mostly impersonal. But he knew Kyuhyun’s name, and Kyuhyun was depending on him not to be a wuss and beg to leave unharmed. If he wanted to be treated with gentleness, then he figured getting his name out was a good start.
No one was waiting for him back at the apartment. No one to wonder if he took a little longer. Not just a blood donation, and out the door. As he unbuttoned his shirt, and laid it over the arm of the chair. Awkward and sweaty, and awful. As he unzipped his pants, and watched his socks disappear inside of them. He wasn’t thinking of how turned on he might be, or how exciting it could be. Or what stories he could tell.
He was thinking of his last boyfriend laughing at him in bed. Mocking his attempts at blowing him. Mocking the sounds Zhou Mi had made, when he’d been urging for just a little more time to prepare. Not seeming to care whether something hurt, or if Zhou Mi wanted more time to get turned on. Expecting Zhou Mi to work on his time, and to get used to it.
Foreplay, it seemed, was not the strong suit in that relationship. And for a while, Zhou Mi had wondered if it was him. If he was so sexually dysfunctional that he couldn’t please this handsome, otherwise more or less nice man. But jealousy, and impatience and selfishness in bed had turned Zhou Mi’s eagerness, into something cold. And of course, he’d had other sexual relationships where it seemed they’d both wanted it, both needed it. Both enjoyed it. But that tiny shred of doubt. That tiny question, was too hard to stifle. He put aside his pants with a huff.
His thumbs edged the waistband of his underwear, when his breath caught, wondering where Kyuhyun was. On the bed, sitting, it turned out. So quiet that Zhou Mi hadn’t heard him. And he asked the first thing that popped into his mind, standing there in only his underwear and socks, and for the first time feeling exposed.
“Does the bite hurt?” he blurted.
“Don’t most things that break the skin?” Kyuhyun asked. “They say it hurts a little at first, but it goes away pretty fast. Some people get tired. Some people get turned on. No one really knows.”
He just barely kept himself from reaching up to touch his neck, wondering which it would be for him.
“Lie down.”
Zhou Mi followed the quietly spoken words Knowing it was more of a choice than an order. But the slightly scratchy blanket surface was of less interest to him - he’d barely gotten both legs onto the bed before Kyuhyun was against his back. Fully clothed and grasping at Zhou Mi’s waist.
“Keep breathing,” Kyuhyun said. “Passing out sucks. If you’re freaking out, tell me.”
Something uncapped behind him, a squishing sound, and cool lubrication slid along his waning erection. Waning not for long. Kyuhyun’s tongue was tracing his neck, his hand quick and firm, drawing him out from his body. If he’d been fighting to find arousal before, he wasn’t any more. Wishing there was a mirror, so he could see what Kyuhyun was doing to him. All he could do was arch his neck and offer, and he didn’t know why. Some sexual surrender? Under the right hands, he found he could be submissive, and maybe that was the case there. Kyuhyun was in his element, and assured, and Zhou Mi couldn’t see them, but he could feel the dark eyes boring into him.
“You have a nice cock,” Kyuhyun breathed against his neck, his fingers smoothing Zhou Mi from balls to tip. “You like getting jerked off? You like having a guy rub his dick against you, just waiting to fuck you?”
Zhou Mi nearly gasped aloud as Kyuhyun’s fingers twisted, moving as though he were masturbating himself. Eyes crossing, body tense as Kyuhyun rocked into him, stroked him, licked him.
“Come,” Kyuhyun demanded.
And the sudden pain at his neck had his senses scrambling. Body contracting, Kyuhyun’s urgently stroking hand not only giving him reason, but pointing the way. A whine left him, hand pulling uselessly at the blanket. And all air in his body seized as Kyuhyun’s teeth sank fully in. The orgasm seared him, every pulse of it, trapped on some endless plateau of pleasure, and mingled pain, and Kyuhyun’s hand never stopped.
Until he was spent.
Panting into the sheet, the pillow gone, cock still mostly hard, and aching. Not entirely a pleasurable ache. He realized there were tears streaming down his face, legs feebly moving as though to save himself. And the blanket wet in front of him, from his own ejaculations. How many times had he come? Had he just-
A hand tried to roll him over, and he moaned. But the hand didn’t let off, lifting his head, pressing a cup to his mouth and all but forcing him to drink. Juice. He gulped it, mind numb.
“Rest awhile,” Kyuhyun told him. And Zhou Mi heard it, watching Kyuhyun’s lips move. His hand fell back, useless, and he was asleep before his eyes had fully closed.
***
Nakedness was a delicious feast for the senses. Or so Kyuhyun heard. It was why he’d told the man to get naked, to raise his senses. The touch of cloth, of skin. Everything was well prepared. He’d never intended to do any more than they’d done, and all that required was for the man’s pants to be undone so Kyuhyun could get his hands on the very acceptable cock. Maybe he shouldn’t have been interested. The human had all the same parts he did, after all. Minus the teeth.
He snorted out a laugh, considering Zhou Mi as he slept on his back. Not exactly at his best, in some deep and dreamy sleep. Fingers lax, and posture totally giving. It had been ages, since he’d taken his fill, much less had all he wanted from a man. He stared at Zhou Mi’s abdomen for a moment, and made his decision. He hadn’t fed enough, and the blood had been good - really good. He could just eat right then, and Zhou Mi would never know, too passed out to notice. But it had been a long time since he’d sated both his physical and his sexual hunger at the same time. And the curiosity that Zhou Mi had displayed at the restraints had his fingers tapping on his thighs. Scooting down the bed, past the knobby knees and sharp shins, to tug off Zhou Mi’s socks. And he wasn’t sure why that was important, but it was. Watching those toes curl under as he teased the hair on Zhou Mi’s leg. But it took quick work, digging up the ankle restrains and situating them gently, if firm, on Zhou Mi’s legs. Crawling back, to adjust the chains on and wrap the soft-lined cloth cuffs around Zhou Mi’s wrists.
It was only then that he shed his own clothes. Shirt, pants, underwear. They needed slickness, so he kept the lube close. He stroked himself, considering Zhou Mi’s face. He hadn’t known what Zhou Mi looked like when he’d made his choice. But the smell hadn’t told him wrong. He would have loved to nudge his cock up against those lips, but he needed something else. Zhou Mi sighed, his hands flexing. Clearly beginning to wake. And Kyuhyun prepared for that. Knowing what he wanted, what he needed.
And knowing that the night wouldn’t end before he was satisfied.
***
Zhou Mi dreamed that he was in the back of a car, rocking on it, listening to his friends chatter. There were squeaks that sounded like the car was dying, and for a second he wondered if he was in a hammock, before the edges of the dream began to fade. His body was being rocked, and it nearly lulled in him back in the heavy, honeyed warmth, but he jerked, chest cringing in as his nipple was pinched.
“Ah, you’re awake,” a man’s voice said. Low, a bit rumbly.
And it took his half-awake brain a moment to come up with Kyuhyun’s name.
“How long was I-“ The question got derailed as Zhou Mi tried to move his arm, to wipe the wetness from the corner of his mouth. And came up short, first one wrist, then the other, in a tug of war that had his heartbeat racing. “What's going on?”
“Relax. You’re tied, because I’m not done eating. And you were asleep for a couple of hours. Any headache, dizziness?”
He swallowed hard, breathing through his nose, and staring at Kyuhyun’s face. There was no malice there, just curiosity. He could lie. He could say he was ill.
He was a terrible liar.
“No, I feel fine. Just… like I slept forever.”
“Yeah, you came pretty hard.” Kyuhyun’s mouth quirked. “Had to let you rest up for another round.”
He could feel himself plump a little in interest at those words, and as he got beyond Kyuhyun's face, realized just why he’d been having the sensation of rocking. Kyuhyun was naked, and straddling him. And there was an erection being rubbed against Zhou Mi’s slick stomach. He gave a half-hearted tug on the restraints, realizing his ankles were bound also. It was a feeling he wasn’t used to. None of his lovers had been into bondage, and he doubted that he’d have trusted any of them to do it anyway. Here, there wasn’t trust. Or if there was, it was an odd kind. If a vampire killed a human, they were pretty much screwed. So he wasn’t scared for his life. But there were a lot of other ways he could be hurt, some of which wouldn’t show on the outside.
His fingers kept working, more out of curiosity than outright fear.
“What does it taste like?” he asked, needing some kind of sanity check.
Though Kyuhyun blinked at him as though he were patently insane. “Uh, like cotton candy? It tastes like blood, obviously. Differences here and there, but more or less the same. Why, you want a taste?”
Zhou Mi tremble out a laugh. “No. No, that’s fine.”
He let his head rock back on the pillow under his head as Kyuhyun kept moving. But lower, rocking. Kyuhyun leaning in, breath hot against his collarbones in a way that sent shivers down his skin. How was it possible not to get aroused. How-
He groaned, as Kyuhyun rubbed their cocks together, and he could almost hear the chuckle.
“You’re almost too responsive,” Kyuhyun said.
“That’s not what people usually tell me.”
The comment from Kyuhyun had his throat tightening. And it was a hard thing to admit, self deprecating as it was. Trying too hard, too frigid, too awkward, not into it enough. He'd heard so many things.
“I find most people are idiots. And that goes for vampires, too. You turned on, or aren’t you?”
He nodded.
And was charmed, as though he was a snake. The shift and weave of Kyuhyun’s shoulders as they rocked together. Kyuhyun biting his bottom lip, and the movement of his hair against his forehead. A naked man over him. If he could just touch. Just…Just what. As wonderful as it felt, it was too slow. And he had no control to change it. Just the limited range of his hips, and the sounds or words to urge Kyuhyun on. And he didn’t have many of those.
He didn’t know how to beg. To let him free to pin Kyuhyun down. And then what?
“I can see what you want written all over your face,” Kyuhyun said.
There was no way Kyuhyun could, he thought. No possible way. And when he opened his mouth to say so, the sound left him not in words - but in a shuddered moan.
What he wanted, what Kyuhyun thought that he wanted, ended up with Kyuhyun rocking up on his knees. Taking Zhou Mi’s cock in his hand. And for what he could not see, with his mouth gaping, arms fighting the restraints, he felt.
Felt that Kyuhyun pressed against him, down against him. Adding slickness, and trying again. And it was into Kyuhyun he sank. Or rather, was pressed into. Kyuhyun’s thighs, solid and straining. Zhou Mi wanted to kiss them - bite them. His eyes, so dazed before, were hungry. Kyuhyun’s stomach, his arms. The smirk as he got Zhou Mi fully inside him. And that wasn’t so bad. He didn’t know what to do, but it felt amazing. And Zhou Mi’s chest was being stroked, and no one, ever - had done that for him. With him. Rose up above him and took and gave at the same time.
And Zhou Mi had done nothing. Not coddling, or pleading, or stroking. Just laying there like a useless fish, and despite all of that, Kyuhyun was hard. His erection curving up, bobbing with the movements of Kyuhyun’s hips. He wetted his mouth just to see it. If Kyuhyun had wanted, at that moment, Zhou Mi would have gladly tried to swallow him whole. Tempting and perfect, and the proof that what enjoyment Zhou Mi felt was clearly shared. No disinterest or mocking.
“You can’t have that now,” Kyuhyun murmured, leaning forward until their faces were close. And Zhou Mi realized he’d been read again - that Kyuhyun had caught him staring at his cock. His hips jerked as Kyuhyun nipped his chin, and it didn’t even hurt. “Easy. I’m not biting yet. Try this instead.”
And his lips didn’t part for Kyuhyun’s cock, but for Kyuhyun’s tongue. And he didn’t taste of blood, just of whatever it was that made him Kyuhyun, almost sultry. Lips catching at his, even as Zhou Mi’s hips tried desperately to move. He pulled away from the kiss with a gasp, as Kyuhyun’s hips slammed down quickly, taking his whole focus to the fact that Kyuhyun had nearly made him come just from that.
“Who made you think you weren’t wanted?” Kyuhyun asked him.
“What?”
But he never got his answer. A Kyuhyun rose and fell, their hips rocking in counterpoint, he had no breath or brain left to wonder what Kyuhyun had been asking. And as Kyuhyun’s fingertips touched his mouth, he welcomed them. Sucking them in to the second knuckle. Lathing and moaning as he imagined it was a different part of Kyuhyun’s anatomy entirely. And he wanted Kyuhyun to know that, every bit of those dark eyes to know it.
“Gorgeous, fuck,” Kyuhyun said, pulling out his reddened fingers.
He would’ve given anything to touch.
“Please,” he rasped. Swallowed, and jerked against the cuff. “Please.”
Kyuhyun’s brows rose. “He can speak.”
Several thrusts later, Kyuhyun seemed to come to a decision. Half leaving Zhou Mi’s body to reach. Undoing the velcro clasp and loosing one of Zhou Mi’s wrists. Kyuhyun’s erection slid against his palm, and the tempo broke. Zhou Mi’s hips, erratic, as Kyuhyun worked him harder. He spilled into Kyuhyun with half a sob, lost even to himself. Kyuhyun didn’t stop moving, urging him through his orgasm. And when he found thought, he realized he was still jerking Kyuhyun, and fishing uselessly with his still bound left hand. A kiss, just one kiss.
Kyuhyun’s hand captured the hand reaching for him, and met his mouth. Helping Zhou Mi to keep a rhythm going on his cock even as Zhou Mi kissed him, mouth heavy and desperate against his. So he felt Kyuhyun’s moan, felt the spasm, felt Kyuhyun come against his stomach.
And moments later, felt Kyuhyun’s teeth break the skin of his neck.
He waited for the orgasmic reaction, but there was none. Just a pleasant warmth as he held still, carefully, until Kyuhyun was done. And he sighed, as Kyuhyun made him drink juice again. But that time, Kyuhyun didn’t leave. Head heavy on Zhou Mi’s shoulder. Was he still bleeding, or…
***
There was a dull ache behind his eyes when Zhou Mi woke again. At first impressed by the fact that he was warm - there was a blanket over him. And by the fact that he could move all his limbs without impediment. He got his eyes open, just barely, and knew he wasn’t alone. Kyuhyun, sitting not a foot a way with a book in his hands.
And he realized he had no idea how long he’d been asleep.
“What time is it?”
“After three.”
“AM?” Zhou Mi asked, aghast. That meant he’d been there almost ten hours.
“Time flies when you’re passed out after sex. You’re free to go. As long as you don’t think you’ll kill yourself doing it.”
He licked his lips, trying to think. It didn’t work very well, given that he couldn’t tear his eyes away from Kyuhyun’s left hand, spread as it was against his thigh. Kyuhyun’s hips, his belly. Not aroused, but the longer Zhou Mi stared, he questioned that. He was almost sure-
His fingers slid onto the smooth skin of Kyuhyun’s hip, as if in a trance, and he felt almost a shudder.
“You don’t have to,” Kyuhyun said, halting Zhou Mi’s hand.
He jerked back. “Sorry.”
“Don’t be. I’m the one who’s supposed to make sure you leave here not screaming, so the people you tell aren’t scared to death.”
“I’m not. I wouldn’t tell them-“ He struggled upright. Naked, in a stranger’s bed. A vampire’s bed. “I should go.”
The mattress shifted and he winced at breath against his shoulder, gripping the blanket in his lap.
“Did you want to stay?” Kyuhyun asked.
That voice was soft, and the question there had him turning his head. Kyuhyun seemed to be focusing on his nose, rather than his eyes, but their faces were still close. If he’d been more secure, if he’d known what Kyuhyun was asking, he’d have kissed him, and let that ride as his answer. Should he? Probably not. But how long had it been since he’d felt wanted?
“Has anyone ever stayed?” Zhou Mi asked, and waited until Kyuhyun shook his head in answer in the negative. “Did you want me to?”
“It’s too dangerous to feed from you any more,” Kyuhyun said. But after a moment, he took Zhou Mi’s hand. And there was some kind of fantasy to that, Kyuhyun pressing his hand into stirring hardness. Hunger, that, stranger or not, led to want.
There would be no more feeding, Kyuhyun seemed to be saying as their hands moved together, stimulating Kyuhyun. But he was up for more. And because Kyuhyun didn’t stop him, he fulfilled his fantasy, shifting and lowering until he could mouth at Kyuhyun’s cock. Licking oblong patterns along it and feeling it harden against his tongue. Bobbing his head low and swallowing. Feeling Kyuhyun’s stomach jerking against his hand. For the first time, he felt like he had some of the power. The power to please. Drawing those soft moans as his lips came away, sticky from pre-come, and he licked them clean. Kissing the middle of Kyuhyun’s stomach, his breastbone. Pressing him back until he could suck at Kyuhyun’s neck. Sensitive. Even if he couldn’t make Kyuhyun feel what he had felt.
And his skin shivered as Kyuhyun stroked over his shoulders and neck.
“Want something?” Kyuhyun asked.
And when his head lifted, their eyes locked. Kyuhyun’s legs rubbing against his sides, and the lube container pressed against his hand.
He’d never taken a man twice in one night. Even if Kyuhyun had technically taken him. But it was obvious what Kyuhyun wanted. If he could just do it right. Slicking himself, and sliding in, deep as he could go. Kyuhyun already loose from what they had done before. Or maybe just adept. He wasn’t ashamed of his size. He just wanted to know for once he had the ability to please.
That the rhythm of his hips, and moans pressed through kisses made a mark. Nearly losing his sanity as Kyuhyun scratched up his back, stroking Kyuhyun’s cock faster in retaliation. Or maybe, reciprocation.
“Zhou Mi, Zhou Mi, Zhou Mi, yes.”
With a gasp, his whole body tightening, Kyuhyun came for him, over his hand, against his belly. Too, impossibly tight, as he watched Kyuhyun’s head thrash, eyes desperate as the pleasure ate him alive. That image burned through him, as he lowered his head and rocked himself to his own ecstasy.
He knew only Kyuhyun’s breathing, and the hand stroking the back of his head.
And that it was kind of cool that vampires smelled good, even their sweat. Or maybe, that was just Kyuhyun. But he fell asleep to that thought, spent in too many ways to count.
***
There was a plate next to his face when he woke, with crackers and cookies. He blinked at them for several long moments, almost putting one into his mouth by reflex when he stared at the clock. More food for the recently drained of blood, he surmised. Almost nine in the morning, since he was pretty sure he hadn’t slept away an entire day. Which meant he’d stayed the whole-
His clothes were on the side of the bed as well, and he munched at the crackers as he dressed. Room ominously empty. Maybe Kyuhyun went somewhere else during the day.
But the door opened, admitting Kyuhyun, as Zhou Mi tugged his sweater down.
“Ah, you’re up. Sorry, there’s not more food around here, but no one really eats it.”
“That’s fine,” Zhou Mi said. He drank the water that had been on the table, and felt surprisingly good. A little stiff and sore, and his neck ached a little, but better than he could’ve imagined. “You really stay here, in this little place.”
Kyuhyun beckoned him closer, not looking at him. “The only ones who leave have other food arrangements. This is just a nice way of keeping everyone together. Thanks for coming, and please remember to support any vampire rights efforts in the future.”
“Of course, but if-“
The door closed again, with him on the outside. Kyuhyun’s eyes had been lowered as the door had closed, and he stood there for a long minute. He almost wanted to thank Kyuhyun somehow. Or ask him things. But he was too much of a coward to reach out and open the door.
It wasn’t exactly a walk of shame, leaving. There was no one to bar his passage. Just a person at the front desk to make sure all the paperwork confirming his visit was in order. And then he left, with a night of satisfying sex, and more questions than answers behind him
***
Zhou Mi did, when he got back to his computer, what he always did. He researched. Different than the research he’d done before he’d gone to “feed the vampires.” He wasn’t researching sex practices, or how scared he should be. But why the vampires lived like that. Something he’d probably learned once and dismissed because it didn’t apply to his own life.
The vampires lived together in complexes out of necessity, and the building he’d been in had been just one of them. Some vampires left those houses, where they existed only to be fed on the government’s timetables. Some left to go to approved housing, where they had a guaranteed source of food from the human or humans sheltering them. Friendships. Love matches. Housemates with benefits. Zhou Mi saw them all as he researched. Vaguely frowned upon, but somewhat encouraged, as it got vampires out of the government’s pockets. The rest of the time, humans were selected and fed on, and life went on.
No one ever went back.
Not exactly true, those words. And in his own case, his questions demanded answers. No one had ever stayed over, Kyuhyun had said. Just offering food, or possibly getting gratification, and going. He’d done both. But there was something… Maybe it was that Kyuhyun needed someone to look after his needs. Maybe he had his own needs. He didn’t have a goal in mind, just a motivation to do something. He didn’t even know Kyuhyun, besides a handful of words and a night in bed.
No one asked him why, when he said he was there to see Kyuhyun. And the door he approached wasn’t closed. It made his breath come short, as he stopped halfway. Indecision, that wasn’t the problem. He’d taken a week, mulled his options, considered. Sex was one thing. Curiosity was another. Maybe he was a masochist. Maybe he wanted to believe in something bigger than himself. Maybe Kyuhyun would reject his visit outright. Maybe there wasn’t any future besides half-formed daydreams. But the maybes didn’t tell him what would come of it, if he just said hello.
Kyuhyun was familiar to him, the angle of his head as he read. A face he could see himself appreciating for more than the sum of its features.
He cleared his throat. “Hey, you hungry?”
Kyuhyun’s head jerked at the sound of his voice, staring up from his computer. And his frown got progressively deeper as he went from recognition to confusion. There was something endearing about that expression. Zhou Mi really tried not to smile and mess everything up. Making Kyuhyun mad at him wasn’t in his plans.
“What- What are you doing here?” Kyuhyun asked. “Are you out of your mind?”
“Maybe in my right mind finally.” He closed Kyuhyun’s door behind him, and blew out a breath. “You know, it’s funny that the first guy who made me feel human…wasn’t.”
Kyuhyun stood. “And you think banging a vampire will make that feeling last?”
He didn’t really know what to say to that. Besides the fact that it wasn’t, ultimately, about the banging. He smiled, feeling that tentative offer spread. Kind of hoping. He was pretty sure what he wanted couldn’t be found in a night, and probably not in a sexual position. Maybe he’d find out in the next five minutes, or the next five days, that he was crazy. But in the end, Kyuhyun was still smiling back. And Zhou Mi didn’t even mind that Kyuhyun’s eyes rolled with it.
***
The heat of skin on skin, sweat and shudders, loud, instructing sighs. Friction, the lift of his hips to meet Kyuhyun’s thrusts. Feeling the urge to come rise and wane as Kyuhyun teased him, laughed at him. But the way Kyuhyun kissed him held promise. He knew that well enough. As did the press of lips against his jaw, his ear, his neck. Sweet, sucking kisses, and that was all the urging he needed.
He tipped up his chin, and welcomed the bite.
***
Author: Coley Merrin
Pairing: Zhou Mi/Kyuhyun
Rating: NC-17
Warning: smut
Summary: All vampires need to feed eventually. But how many of Kyuhyun's needs will be satisfied?
A/N: Unrelated to Until You. /o/ Stop showing me pics of Kyuhyun with vampire teeth, people.
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***
Zhou Mi breathed in deeply, trying to calm himself among the rustle of humans around him as they breathed and coughed and waited. Men filtered into the room, and the rest of them stood quietly. Some of them, anyway. There were some catcalls, roundly ignored. It was not a dark room, actually fairly well lit. Plenty of chairs if they’d had the nerve to sit. Some were younger, some were old. It was like being in a doctor’s waiting room.
Or a police lineup.
But he wasn’t a criminal, or a victim, and the reason he was standing there was, mostly, his choice. But whatever the reason he was there, he prayed he was chosen. Because he didn’t want to have to come back. Penned up like cattle. Not such an awkward comparison.
And then they came in. The vampires. Groups of two or three. Looking over the humans gathered to provide them food. It was said everyone came at least once - it was the law, after all. Like blood donation, and taxes, and car insurance. But that no one ever went back. He didn’t care about worrying to go back. He just wanted to get that one time over with. Sometimes the vampires offered, or wanted sex. Some of them liked men or women, or didn’t care. Some just wanted to get fed. It was probably sick curiosity that Zhou Mi wondered what sex with a vampire would be like. It wasn’t usual, just optional. There were accounts enough online. Some erotic, some fantastical, some outright horrifying. He’d told everyone there was no way he’d accept it. Everyone in the room had the same sticker on - willing for sex if it was wanted. They'd been offered options, but it was like they all chose that to save face. He knew he had.
But every vampire that passed by seemed to feed a pulse into him. Maybe they fed something into the air. Turn people on, get them a little loopy and cooperative. Make them anxious.
He stared at every face, wondering if it would be this one, or that one. Some were better looking than others, just on his own preference. It made him a little sick inside, almost squirming with it. Just to know what was waiting for him, what he had to do. Zhou Mi never would have picked one of them out on the street. But it was clearly obvious in the small room, who was who, human and vampire. Because only few were choosing. And those weren’t human.
The vampire approaching from his left wasn’t doing anything like the others. The others were looking at faces, body types. Or he assumed. But that vampire just walked by every man in turn, pausing for only a moment and never looking at them. His eyes just kept staring straight ahead. His breath caught in his throat as the vampire stepped up in front of him. Not knowing if he should move, or even breathe. The vampire’s head turned toward him, almost a tilt. And Zhou Mi’s breath trembled out of him when the vampire moved on. Relieved? Ashamed. That for one moment he had hoped, or wondered.
He focused on breathing again. As other men were selected and led out. The ache in his stomach became a gnaw. His skin went cold when another vampire approached him. Well, not him. His area. If this was the one, or…?
A touch on the front of his shirt, fingers looping between his buttons, had his head jerking back to the left. The vampire that had paused before. The one who hadn’t looked at him. But this time, the vampire was, eyes dark and questioning.
“Come with me,” the vampire said.
It wasn’t said forcefully. There was option enough for Zhou Mi to decline. Wait for someone who more caught his eye. And who would that be? The shorter vampire, with the shaggy haircut? One of the ones who’d chosen already, and left?
His step was stuttered, but it was there, moving out of the line of men, with the vampire’s tugging fingers. He wouldn’t have to wait any more.
***
The room Zhou Mi was led to was decently sized. The bed was large, but didn’t dominate the room. There was a desk, closet, and bookshelves. He’d never been to a brothel. In fact, his only experience with paid-for sex, or sex gotten in ways other a generally committed relationship, came from books, movies, or the web. And even if he wasn’t paying, it still had that sordid little twinge on the back of his conscience. But it was patently obvious, that the room he’d been led into wasn’t a den of pleasure. Someone clearly lived there.
“This is where you stay?”
The vampire glanced at him, locking the door and turning the light down. Likely hoping to lower Zhou Mi’s blood pressure with it.
“Yes, this is my “home.” It’s only polite to invite guests in. So. Welcome to dinner.”
His weak chuckle had the vampire’s eyes rolling, and the introduction spiel going at full force.
“My name is Kyuhyun. I can’t communicate or pass on diseases. Thank you for coming,” Kyuhyun said, with all the life in his voice of a computer generated message as he moved toward the desk. “You’re wearing a red sticker, so that means you’re not against sex. If you’re interested, there’s the bed. If you’re not, the chair. Your choice.”
The bed was nice, if plain. A dark cover, over a full sized mattress with a couple of pillows. The standard configuration. The chair was plush, and looked comfortable. But what made them the same, were the cloth cuffs. One set on the headboard, the other on the arms of the chair. His anxiety ramped up.
“What are the restraints for?”
He touched one that rested on the pillow and the thin chain running through the wall anchor jangled. Kyuhyun glanced over at the sound.
“Some people can’t sit still for a feeding. And I don’t enjoy the thought of ripping out someone’s throat.”
Zhou Mi winced. “Oh.”
“Some people like them anyway. I guess it makes them think they had less of a choice.”
“But it’s not like we really have a choice,” Zhou Mi corrected. “Maybe they just want to extend that to reality.”
“Do you know how many people leave after nothing happens, because they beg not to be bitten?” Kyuhyun shook his head. “It’s stupid to talk about this. Just choose where you want.”
It wasn’t like Kyuhyun or the others had choices either. They needed to feed and live. If anything they were probably the ones who felt like they were restrained. Resigned to feed as little as possible. Offering the hint of sex in what seemed like trade for life.
“Do you like sex?” Zhou Mi asked, feeling the tips of his ears go hot as Kyuhyun approached him.
“Do I like air, or food? Obviously. I’d tell you not to be scared because I’m not going to bite you, but that’d be a lie, wouldn’t it?”
He couldn’t help the laugh, ducking his head. “I worried a lot. I was curious, but you- You live here. I don’t want to make this harder on you. Why did you pick me?”
Kyuhyun chewed his lip, seeming to consider it. Or so Zhou Mi thought. Distracted by the face that got close to his, eyes with a glint of humor that made Zhou Mi wonder why. And his breath bottled up, at the hand that cupped the front of his pants.
“I could smell that you were turned on, that’s why. So choose.”
His knees wobbled, almost pitching him into Kyuhyun’s body. Did he want it because it was wrong? Did he want it because there was something in Kyuhyun’s face that reminded him it had been ages since he’d gotten laid? The baggy clothes didn’t tell him what Kyuhyun looked like, but he saw the way Kyuhyun moved, the way his mouth worked, the touch that reminded both of them he was turned on. And he didn’t think there was anything reluctant about that.
“You’re going to tie me up?”
Was that even his voice? Was that hope, or horror? Whatever it was, it made Kyuhyun’s lips quirk.
Visions of Kyuhyun’s mouth against his neck, hips against his, bending up his legs and-
“If that’s what you want,” Kyuhyun said.
And that little smile on that mouth, with his hand gripping the arm Kyuhyun was using to knead his crotch, leveled them. He didn’t have to blush any more, his face was as hot as it was getting. With one last squeeze, Kyuhyun let him go.
“Then get naked.”
“I’m Zhou Mi. My name is Zhou Mi,” he said, realizing he’d never said so. And for some reason, that was important to him. The whole thing was meant to be mostly impersonal. But he knew Kyuhyun’s name, and Kyuhyun was depending on him not to be a wuss and beg to leave unharmed. If he wanted to be treated with gentleness, then he figured getting his name out was a good start.
No one was waiting for him back at the apartment. No one to wonder if he took a little longer. Not just a blood donation, and out the door. As he unbuttoned his shirt, and laid it over the arm of the chair. Awkward and sweaty, and awful. As he unzipped his pants, and watched his socks disappear inside of them. He wasn’t thinking of how turned on he might be, or how exciting it could be. Or what stories he could tell.
He was thinking of his last boyfriend laughing at him in bed. Mocking his attempts at blowing him. Mocking the sounds Zhou Mi had made, when he’d been urging for just a little more time to prepare. Not seeming to care whether something hurt, or if Zhou Mi wanted more time to get turned on. Expecting Zhou Mi to work on his time, and to get used to it.
Foreplay, it seemed, was not the strong suit in that relationship. And for a while, Zhou Mi had wondered if it was him. If he was so sexually dysfunctional that he couldn’t please this handsome, otherwise more or less nice man. But jealousy, and impatience and selfishness in bed had turned Zhou Mi’s eagerness, into something cold. And of course, he’d had other sexual relationships where it seemed they’d both wanted it, both needed it. Both enjoyed it. But that tiny shred of doubt. That tiny question, was too hard to stifle. He put aside his pants with a huff.
His thumbs edged the waistband of his underwear, when his breath caught, wondering where Kyuhyun was. On the bed, sitting, it turned out. So quiet that Zhou Mi hadn’t heard him. And he asked the first thing that popped into his mind, standing there in only his underwear and socks, and for the first time feeling exposed.
“Does the bite hurt?” he blurted.
“Don’t most things that break the skin?” Kyuhyun asked. “They say it hurts a little at first, but it goes away pretty fast. Some people get tired. Some people get turned on. No one really knows.”
He just barely kept himself from reaching up to touch his neck, wondering which it would be for him.
“Lie down.”
Zhou Mi followed the quietly spoken words Knowing it was more of a choice than an order. But the slightly scratchy blanket surface was of less interest to him - he’d barely gotten both legs onto the bed before Kyuhyun was against his back. Fully clothed and grasping at Zhou Mi’s waist.
“Keep breathing,” Kyuhyun said. “Passing out sucks. If you’re freaking out, tell me.”
Something uncapped behind him, a squishing sound, and cool lubrication slid along his waning erection. Waning not for long. Kyuhyun’s tongue was tracing his neck, his hand quick and firm, drawing him out from his body. If he’d been fighting to find arousal before, he wasn’t any more. Wishing there was a mirror, so he could see what Kyuhyun was doing to him. All he could do was arch his neck and offer, and he didn’t know why. Some sexual surrender? Under the right hands, he found he could be submissive, and maybe that was the case there. Kyuhyun was in his element, and assured, and Zhou Mi couldn’t see them, but he could feel the dark eyes boring into him.
“You have a nice cock,” Kyuhyun breathed against his neck, his fingers smoothing Zhou Mi from balls to tip. “You like getting jerked off? You like having a guy rub his dick against you, just waiting to fuck you?”
Zhou Mi nearly gasped aloud as Kyuhyun’s fingers twisted, moving as though he were masturbating himself. Eyes crossing, body tense as Kyuhyun rocked into him, stroked him, licked him.
“Come,” Kyuhyun demanded.
And the sudden pain at his neck had his senses scrambling. Body contracting, Kyuhyun’s urgently stroking hand not only giving him reason, but pointing the way. A whine left him, hand pulling uselessly at the blanket. And all air in his body seized as Kyuhyun’s teeth sank fully in. The orgasm seared him, every pulse of it, trapped on some endless plateau of pleasure, and mingled pain, and Kyuhyun’s hand never stopped.
Until he was spent.
Panting into the sheet, the pillow gone, cock still mostly hard, and aching. Not entirely a pleasurable ache. He realized there were tears streaming down his face, legs feebly moving as though to save himself. And the blanket wet in front of him, from his own ejaculations. How many times had he come? Had he just-
A hand tried to roll him over, and he moaned. But the hand didn’t let off, lifting his head, pressing a cup to his mouth and all but forcing him to drink. Juice. He gulped it, mind numb.
“Rest awhile,” Kyuhyun told him. And Zhou Mi heard it, watching Kyuhyun’s lips move. His hand fell back, useless, and he was asleep before his eyes had fully closed.
***
Nakedness was a delicious feast for the senses. Or so Kyuhyun heard. It was why he’d told the man to get naked, to raise his senses. The touch of cloth, of skin. Everything was well prepared. He’d never intended to do any more than they’d done, and all that required was for the man’s pants to be undone so Kyuhyun could get his hands on the very acceptable cock. Maybe he shouldn’t have been interested. The human had all the same parts he did, after all. Minus the teeth.
He snorted out a laugh, considering Zhou Mi as he slept on his back. Not exactly at his best, in some deep and dreamy sleep. Fingers lax, and posture totally giving. It had been ages, since he’d taken his fill, much less had all he wanted from a man. He stared at Zhou Mi’s abdomen for a moment, and made his decision. He hadn’t fed enough, and the blood had been good - really good. He could just eat right then, and Zhou Mi would never know, too passed out to notice. But it had been a long time since he’d sated both his physical and his sexual hunger at the same time. And the curiosity that Zhou Mi had displayed at the restraints had his fingers tapping on his thighs. Scooting down the bed, past the knobby knees and sharp shins, to tug off Zhou Mi’s socks. And he wasn’t sure why that was important, but it was. Watching those toes curl under as he teased the hair on Zhou Mi’s leg. But it took quick work, digging up the ankle restrains and situating them gently, if firm, on Zhou Mi’s legs. Crawling back, to adjust the chains on and wrap the soft-lined cloth cuffs around Zhou Mi’s wrists.
It was only then that he shed his own clothes. Shirt, pants, underwear. They needed slickness, so he kept the lube close. He stroked himself, considering Zhou Mi’s face. He hadn’t known what Zhou Mi looked like when he’d made his choice. But the smell hadn’t told him wrong. He would have loved to nudge his cock up against those lips, but he needed something else. Zhou Mi sighed, his hands flexing. Clearly beginning to wake. And Kyuhyun prepared for that. Knowing what he wanted, what he needed.
And knowing that the night wouldn’t end before he was satisfied.
***
Zhou Mi dreamed that he was in the back of a car, rocking on it, listening to his friends chatter. There were squeaks that sounded like the car was dying, and for a second he wondered if he was in a hammock, before the edges of the dream began to fade. His body was being rocked, and it nearly lulled in him back in the heavy, honeyed warmth, but he jerked, chest cringing in as his nipple was pinched.
“Ah, you’re awake,” a man’s voice said. Low, a bit rumbly.
And it took his half-awake brain a moment to come up with Kyuhyun’s name.
“How long was I-“ The question got derailed as Zhou Mi tried to move his arm, to wipe the wetness from the corner of his mouth. And came up short, first one wrist, then the other, in a tug of war that had his heartbeat racing. “What's going on?”
“Relax. You’re tied, because I’m not done eating. And you were asleep for a couple of hours. Any headache, dizziness?”
He swallowed hard, breathing through his nose, and staring at Kyuhyun’s face. There was no malice there, just curiosity. He could lie. He could say he was ill.
He was a terrible liar.
“No, I feel fine. Just… like I slept forever.”
“Yeah, you came pretty hard.” Kyuhyun’s mouth quirked. “Had to let you rest up for another round.”
He could feel himself plump a little in interest at those words, and as he got beyond Kyuhyun's face, realized just why he’d been having the sensation of rocking. Kyuhyun was naked, and straddling him. And there was an erection being rubbed against Zhou Mi’s slick stomach. He gave a half-hearted tug on the restraints, realizing his ankles were bound also. It was a feeling he wasn’t used to. None of his lovers had been into bondage, and he doubted that he’d have trusted any of them to do it anyway. Here, there wasn’t trust. Or if there was, it was an odd kind. If a vampire killed a human, they were pretty much screwed. So he wasn’t scared for his life. But there were a lot of other ways he could be hurt, some of which wouldn’t show on the outside.
His fingers kept working, more out of curiosity than outright fear.
“What does it taste like?” he asked, needing some kind of sanity check.
Though Kyuhyun blinked at him as though he were patently insane. “Uh, like cotton candy? It tastes like blood, obviously. Differences here and there, but more or less the same. Why, you want a taste?”
Zhou Mi tremble out a laugh. “No. No, that’s fine.”
He let his head rock back on the pillow under his head as Kyuhyun kept moving. But lower, rocking. Kyuhyun leaning in, breath hot against his collarbones in a way that sent shivers down his skin. How was it possible not to get aroused. How-
He groaned, as Kyuhyun rubbed their cocks together, and he could almost hear the chuckle.
“You’re almost too responsive,” Kyuhyun said.
“That’s not what people usually tell me.”
The comment from Kyuhyun had his throat tightening. And it was a hard thing to admit, self deprecating as it was. Trying too hard, too frigid, too awkward, not into it enough. He'd heard so many things.
“I find most people are idiots. And that goes for vampires, too. You turned on, or aren’t you?”
He nodded.
And was charmed, as though he was a snake. The shift and weave of Kyuhyun’s shoulders as they rocked together. Kyuhyun biting his bottom lip, and the movement of his hair against his forehead. A naked man over him. If he could just touch. Just…Just what. As wonderful as it felt, it was too slow. And he had no control to change it. Just the limited range of his hips, and the sounds or words to urge Kyuhyun on. And he didn’t have many of those.
He didn’t know how to beg. To let him free to pin Kyuhyun down. And then what?
“I can see what you want written all over your face,” Kyuhyun said.
There was no way Kyuhyun could, he thought. No possible way. And when he opened his mouth to say so, the sound left him not in words - but in a shuddered moan.
What he wanted, what Kyuhyun thought that he wanted, ended up with Kyuhyun rocking up on his knees. Taking Zhou Mi’s cock in his hand. And for what he could not see, with his mouth gaping, arms fighting the restraints, he felt.
Felt that Kyuhyun pressed against him, down against him. Adding slickness, and trying again. And it was into Kyuhyun he sank. Or rather, was pressed into. Kyuhyun’s thighs, solid and straining. Zhou Mi wanted to kiss them - bite them. His eyes, so dazed before, were hungry. Kyuhyun’s stomach, his arms. The smirk as he got Zhou Mi fully inside him. And that wasn’t so bad. He didn’t know what to do, but it felt amazing. And Zhou Mi’s chest was being stroked, and no one, ever - had done that for him. With him. Rose up above him and took and gave at the same time.
And Zhou Mi had done nothing. Not coddling, or pleading, or stroking. Just laying there like a useless fish, and despite all of that, Kyuhyun was hard. His erection curving up, bobbing with the movements of Kyuhyun’s hips. He wetted his mouth just to see it. If Kyuhyun had wanted, at that moment, Zhou Mi would have gladly tried to swallow him whole. Tempting and perfect, and the proof that what enjoyment Zhou Mi felt was clearly shared. No disinterest or mocking.
“You can’t have that now,” Kyuhyun murmured, leaning forward until their faces were close. And Zhou Mi realized he’d been read again - that Kyuhyun had caught him staring at his cock. His hips jerked as Kyuhyun nipped his chin, and it didn’t even hurt. “Easy. I’m not biting yet. Try this instead.”
And his lips didn’t part for Kyuhyun’s cock, but for Kyuhyun’s tongue. And he didn’t taste of blood, just of whatever it was that made him Kyuhyun, almost sultry. Lips catching at his, even as Zhou Mi’s hips tried desperately to move. He pulled away from the kiss with a gasp, as Kyuhyun’s hips slammed down quickly, taking his whole focus to the fact that Kyuhyun had nearly made him come just from that.
“Who made you think you weren’t wanted?” Kyuhyun asked him.
“What?”
But he never got his answer. A Kyuhyun rose and fell, their hips rocking in counterpoint, he had no breath or brain left to wonder what Kyuhyun had been asking. And as Kyuhyun’s fingertips touched his mouth, he welcomed them. Sucking them in to the second knuckle. Lathing and moaning as he imagined it was a different part of Kyuhyun’s anatomy entirely. And he wanted Kyuhyun to know that, every bit of those dark eyes to know it.
“Gorgeous, fuck,” Kyuhyun said, pulling out his reddened fingers.
He would’ve given anything to touch.
“Please,” he rasped. Swallowed, and jerked against the cuff. “Please.”
Kyuhyun’s brows rose. “He can speak.”
Several thrusts later, Kyuhyun seemed to come to a decision. Half leaving Zhou Mi’s body to reach. Undoing the velcro clasp and loosing one of Zhou Mi’s wrists. Kyuhyun’s erection slid against his palm, and the tempo broke. Zhou Mi’s hips, erratic, as Kyuhyun worked him harder. He spilled into Kyuhyun with half a sob, lost even to himself. Kyuhyun didn’t stop moving, urging him through his orgasm. And when he found thought, he realized he was still jerking Kyuhyun, and fishing uselessly with his still bound left hand. A kiss, just one kiss.
Kyuhyun’s hand captured the hand reaching for him, and met his mouth. Helping Zhou Mi to keep a rhythm going on his cock even as Zhou Mi kissed him, mouth heavy and desperate against his. So he felt Kyuhyun’s moan, felt the spasm, felt Kyuhyun come against his stomach.
And moments later, felt Kyuhyun’s teeth break the skin of his neck.
He waited for the orgasmic reaction, but there was none. Just a pleasant warmth as he held still, carefully, until Kyuhyun was done. And he sighed, as Kyuhyun made him drink juice again. But that time, Kyuhyun didn’t leave. Head heavy on Zhou Mi’s shoulder. Was he still bleeding, or…
***
There was a dull ache behind his eyes when Zhou Mi woke again. At first impressed by the fact that he was warm - there was a blanket over him. And by the fact that he could move all his limbs without impediment. He got his eyes open, just barely, and knew he wasn’t alone. Kyuhyun, sitting not a foot a way with a book in his hands.
And he realized he had no idea how long he’d been asleep.
“What time is it?”
“After three.”
“AM?” Zhou Mi asked, aghast. That meant he’d been there almost ten hours.
“Time flies when you’re passed out after sex. You’re free to go. As long as you don’t think you’ll kill yourself doing it.”
He licked his lips, trying to think. It didn’t work very well, given that he couldn’t tear his eyes away from Kyuhyun’s left hand, spread as it was against his thigh. Kyuhyun’s hips, his belly. Not aroused, but the longer Zhou Mi stared, he questioned that. He was almost sure-
His fingers slid onto the smooth skin of Kyuhyun’s hip, as if in a trance, and he felt almost a shudder.
“You don’t have to,” Kyuhyun said, halting Zhou Mi’s hand.
He jerked back. “Sorry.”
“Don’t be. I’m the one who’s supposed to make sure you leave here not screaming, so the people you tell aren’t scared to death.”
“I’m not. I wouldn’t tell them-“ He struggled upright. Naked, in a stranger’s bed. A vampire’s bed. “I should go.”
The mattress shifted and he winced at breath against his shoulder, gripping the blanket in his lap.
“Did you want to stay?” Kyuhyun asked.
That voice was soft, and the question there had him turning his head. Kyuhyun seemed to be focusing on his nose, rather than his eyes, but their faces were still close. If he’d been more secure, if he’d known what Kyuhyun was asking, he’d have kissed him, and let that ride as his answer. Should he? Probably not. But how long had it been since he’d felt wanted?
“Has anyone ever stayed?” Zhou Mi asked, and waited until Kyuhyun shook his head in answer in the negative. “Did you want me to?”
“It’s too dangerous to feed from you any more,” Kyuhyun said. But after a moment, he took Zhou Mi’s hand. And there was some kind of fantasy to that, Kyuhyun pressing his hand into stirring hardness. Hunger, that, stranger or not, led to want.
There would be no more feeding, Kyuhyun seemed to be saying as their hands moved together, stimulating Kyuhyun. But he was up for more. And because Kyuhyun didn’t stop him, he fulfilled his fantasy, shifting and lowering until he could mouth at Kyuhyun’s cock. Licking oblong patterns along it and feeling it harden against his tongue. Bobbing his head low and swallowing. Feeling Kyuhyun’s stomach jerking against his hand. For the first time, he felt like he had some of the power. The power to please. Drawing those soft moans as his lips came away, sticky from pre-come, and he licked them clean. Kissing the middle of Kyuhyun’s stomach, his breastbone. Pressing him back until he could suck at Kyuhyun’s neck. Sensitive. Even if he couldn’t make Kyuhyun feel what he had felt.
And his skin shivered as Kyuhyun stroked over his shoulders and neck.
“Want something?” Kyuhyun asked.
And when his head lifted, their eyes locked. Kyuhyun’s legs rubbing against his sides, and the lube container pressed against his hand.
He’d never taken a man twice in one night. Even if Kyuhyun had technically taken him. But it was obvious what Kyuhyun wanted. If he could just do it right. Slicking himself, and sliding in, deep as he could go. Kyuhyun already loose from what they had done before. Or maybe just adept. He wasn’t ashamed of his size. He just wanted to know for once he had the ability to please.
That the rhythm of his hips, and moans pressed through kisses made a mark. Nearly losing his sanity as Kyuhyun scratched up his back, stroking Kyuhyun’s cock faster in retaliation. Or maybe, reciprocation.
“Zhou Mi, Zhou Mi, Zhou Mi, yes.”
With a gasp, his whole body tightening, Kyuhyun came for him, over his hand, against his belly. Too, impossibly tight, as he watched Kyuhyun’s head thrash, eyes desperate as the pleasure ate him alive. That image burned through him, as he lowered his head and rocked himself to his own ecstasy.
He knew only Kyuhyun’s breathing, and the hand stroking the back of his head.
And that it was kind of cool that vampires smelled good, even their sweat. Or maybe, that was just Kyuhyun. But he fell asleep to that thought, spent in too many ways to count.
***
There was a plate next to his face when he woke, with crackers and cookies. He blinked at them for several long moments, almost putting one into his mouth by reflex when he stared at the clock. More food for the recently drained of blood, he surmised. Almost nine in the morning, since he was pretty sure he hadn’t slept away an entire day. Which meant he’d stayed the whole-
His clothes were on the side of the bed as well, and he munched at the crackers as he dressed. Room ominously empty. Maybe Kyuhyun went somewhere else during the day.
But the door opened, admitting Kyuhyun, as Zhou Mi tugged his sweater down.
“Ah, you’re up. Sorry, there’s not more food around here, but no one really eats it.”
“That’s fine,” Zhou Mi said. He drank the water that had been on the table, and felt surprisingly good. A little stiff and sore, and his neck ached a little, but better than he could’ve imagined. “You really stay here, in this little place.”
Kyuhyun beckoned him closer, not looking at him. “The only ones who leave have other food arrangements. This is just a nice way of keeping everyone together. Thanks for coming, and please remember to support any vampire rights efforts in the future.”
“Of course, but if-“
The door closed again, with him on the outside. Kyuhyun’s eyes had been lowered as the door had closed, and he stood there for a long minute. He almost wanted to thank Kyuhyun somehow. Or ask him things. But he was too much of a coward to reach out and open the door.
It wasn’t exactly a walk of shame, leaving. There was no one to bar his passage. Just a person at the front desk to make sure all the paperwork confirming his visit was in order. And then he left, with a night of satisfying sex, and more questions than answers behind him
***
Zhou Mi did, when he got back to his computer, what he always did. He researched. Different than the research he’d done before he’d gone to “feed the vampires.” He wasn’t researching sex practices, or how scared he should be. But why the vampires lived like that. Something he’d probably learned once and dismissed because it didn’t apply to his own life.
The vampires lived together in complexes out of necessity, and the building he’d been in had been just one of them. Some vampires left those houses, where they existed only to be fed on the government’s timetables. Some left to go to approved housing, where they had a guaranteed source of food from the human or humans sheltering them. Friendships. Love matches. Housemates with benefits. Zhou Mi saw them all as he researched. Vaguely frowned upon, but somewhat encouraged, as it got vampires out of the government’s pockets. The rest of the time, humans were selected and fed on, and life went on.
No one ever went back.
Not exactly true, those words. And in his own case, his questions demanded answers. No one had ever stayed over, Kyuhyun had said. Just offering food, or possibly getting gratification, and going. He’d done both. But there was something… Maybe it was that Kyuhyun needed someone to look after his needs. Maybe he had his own needs. He didn’t have a goal in mind, just a motivation to do something. He didn’t even know Kyuhyun, besides a handful of words and a night in bed.
No one asked him why, when he said he was there to see Kyuhyun. And the door he approached wasn’t closed. It made his breath come short, as he stopped halfway. Indecision, that wasn’t the problem. He’d taken a week, mulled his options, considered. Sex was one thing. Curiosity was another. Maybe he was a masochist. Maybe he wanted to believe in something bigger than himself. Maybe Kyuhyun would reject his visit outright. Maybe there wasn’t any future besides half-formed daydreams. But the maybes didn’t tell him what would come of it, if he just said hello.
Kyuhyun was familiar to him, the angle of his head as he read. A face he could see himself appreciating for more than the sum of its features.
He cleared his throat. “Hey, you hungry?”
Kyuhyun’s head jerked at the sound of his voice, staring up from his computer. And his frown got progressively deeper as he went from recognition to confusion. There was something endearing about that expression. Zhou Mi really tried not to smile and mess everything up. Making Kyuhyun mad at him wasn’t in his plans.
“What- What are you doing here?” Kyuhyun asked. “Are you out of your mind?”
“Maybe in my right mind finally.” He closed Kyuhyun’s door behind him, and blew out a breath. “You know, it’s funny that the first guy who made me feel human…wasn’t.”
Kyuhyun stood. “And you think banging a vampire will make that feeling last?”
He didn’t really know what to say to that. Besides the fact that it wasn’t, ultimately, about the banging. He smiled, feeling that tentative offer spread. Kind of hoping. He was pretty sure what he wanted couldn’t be found in a night, and probably not in a sexual position. Maybe he’d find out in the next five minutes, or the next five days, that he was crazy. But in the end, Kyuhyun was still smiling back. And Zhou Mi didn’t even mind that Kyuhyun’s eyes rolled with it.
***
The heat of skin on skin, sweat and shudders, loud, instructing sighs. Friction, the lift of his hips to meet Kyuhyun’s thrusts. Feeling the urge to come rise and wane as Kyuhyun teased him, laughed at him. But the way Kyuhyun kissed him held promise. He knew that well enough. As did the press of lips against his jaw, his ear, his neck. Sweet, sucking kisses, and that was all the urging he needed.
He tipped up his chin, and welcomed the bite.
***