Hunted

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Title: Hunted 8/9
Author: vaguelynormal
Pairing: Jaejoong/Yunho, Changmin/Yunho, Junsu/Yoochun/Yunho
Rating: NC-17
Warning: supernatural AU, blood
Summary: Yunho is just doing his job; sometimes that makes him a target.

Previous chapters: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7



When Yunho wakes up he’s alone and can’t help but feel a little stung that Changmin and Jaejoong have gotten up without him. He’d grown used to them waking up beside him in the warehouse, at least one of them being permanently by his side and to be left unguarded feels a little strange- as though he’s no longer of interest to them now that they’re here. It’s quiet, except for a few muffled noises of servants moving below and Yunho sighs, wandering over to Jaejoong’s wardrobe, admiring the ornate wooden panelling before retrieving his clothes and pulling them on. The hallway is empty and Yunho begins opening doors, searching for signs of life. None of the staff he finds cleaning know where the vampires are so he heads downstairs and into the kitchens and begs some breakfast off of them and eats it at the high bench top the women are preparing food on. They’re kind, despite his interruption, and aging, a few of their sons work in the gardens and from what they tell Yunho, have worked for Jaejoong for decades, living in and caring for the mansion. They treat him with slight hesitancy and Yunho knows they think he’s the vampires’ human pet and perhaps their whore and he hopes that when their suspicions are eventually confirmed, they’ll still respect him.

He smiles and thanks them before going in search of the vampires again, wishing he could follow their connection and cursing his lack of inborn senses. Yunho doesn’t have great eyesight, hearing or a keen sense of smell, he certainly can’t differentiate between one person’s footsteps in the hall and another’s which leaves him hopeless. Eventually he finds Changmin in a library and is astounded by the enormous sense of relief that sweeps through him at the sight. He hadn’t realised the cause of the slight ache in his body until it suddenly stopped and Yunho can’t resist yanking aside Changmin’s book and climbing abruptly into the vampire’s lap.

‘Why on earth did you both leave me?’ he questions angrily, kissing Changmin hard.

The vampire seems slightly startled but amused, a small quirk to his wide mouth as strong arms wrap around him. Changmin’s colour has returned and Yunho thinks the demon looks recovered; the potent sight of him stirring arousal within his belly and Yunho instinctively presses himself closer.

‘Didn’t realise you’d miss me so soon,’ Changmin smirks arrogantly.

Yunho locks eyes with him intently. ‘I didn’t either,’ he says flatly, ‘where is everyone else?’

Changmin hums in thought for a moment. ‘Jaejoong is working on something, somewhere upstairs and I think Yoochun is outside with Taepoong - and where Yoochun is, Junsu usually follows.’

‘I can’t track you bastards, you should have phones or something,’ Yunho hits Changmin in the chest sharply, frowning. ‘Don’t leave me so suddenly, asshole.’

Changmin chuckles and draws Yunho into a tight embrace, nuzzling his throat. ‘I’m sorry. I came in here to read up on humans- Jaejoong had these delivered when we knew you weren’t going to change your mind about coming here,’ he gestures at an impressive pile of books.

Yunho stares at the stack sceptically. ‘You thought I’d change my mind?’ his voice comes out softer than intended.

‘Of course, your mood swings are almost impossible to predict and humans are such sentimental creatures. We could take you here by force but then that wouldn’t really feel right- this is a calm place,’ Changmin says quietly. ‘Jaejoong had it built to be a sanctuary away from other clans.’

Yunho shifts in Changmin’s lap, distracted by the vampire’s open collar and the glimpse of delicious skin there. He feels slightly embarrassed all the same, as though he’s being reprimanded for throwing tantrums like a child.

‘My mood swings are justified,’ he pouts, tugging on the vampire’s black locks.

Changmin just smiles at Yunho, leaning into his aggressive touch.

‘Are you feeling better?’ Yunho mumbles quietly.

‘Just fine,’ Changmin grins happily.

Yunho lets his hand trail down behind Changmin’s ear, releasing his grip to trace the vampire’s sharp jaw line. He follows the line of his throat, the sensitive skin there still so vulnerable, even on an immortal being. A small whine builds in the back of his own throat and he swallows it before he can make a sound. It turns out Yunho doesn’t like the thought of Changmin being vulnerable either. The vampire simply watches him carefully, unmoving as Yunho flicks open the first few buttons on his shirt. Changmin is wearing the most clothes Yunho has seen him in since they first met and Yunho can appreciate the undoubtedly expensive cut of his dark shirt, the sharply pressed pants probably ruined beneath Yunho’s weight across his thighs. Yunho wants to touch the soft, rich fabric, thinks about pressing his cheek to inside of Changmin’s thigh and sliding it along well stitched seams, salivating as his thoughts inevitably turn from the textures of expensive silks to soft skin and the coarser hairs that dust the vampire’s legs. He thinks of the velvet of intimate places and the taste of sweat and skin. Yunho wants Changmin in his mouth, hands tangled in his hair to hold him in place and prevent Yunho from being too greedy in his desire.

Yunho presses his lips to Changmin’s chest through the gap of his shirt before slipping off, settling on the ground between Changmin’s knees, eager to make his wants a reality. His hands run up the vampire’s thighs, easing them wider with gentle pressure and then burns with conflicting desires to immediately unzip Changmin and nuzzle his cock until hard, or savour every moment, slowly teasing Changmin with hints of pleasure. Before Yunho gets a chance to do either, Changmin is tilting Yunho up by the chin, pushing him away, Yunho realises belatedly and the rejection stings. He sits backs on his heels and looks away from Changmin, unable to disguise the hurt.

‘You have no idea how much I want you right now,’ the vampire sounds exasperated, ‘but I’m still a little weak and I wouldn’t be able to resist biting you.’

‘You can bite me,’ Yunho offers meekly, embarrassed at himself for being so pathetic.

‘No, I can’t, Yunho,’ Changmin sighs, and Yunho quickly gets off the floor, feeling humiliated. ‘I swear I can still smell the drugs on you.’

Yunho looks down at his feet, curling his toes into the rug. ‘There were a lot,’ he admits quietly.

Changmin grasps his hand loosely, long fingers looping into the curl of his own. ‘They’ll never touch you again,’ the vampire’s eye bore into him and Yunho knows it’s a promise he’ll keep, ‘Jaejoong has his own doctors here for humans, and in the event you’re ever ill, they’re the only ones who will treat you.’

Yunho nods, the earlier rejection still stinging a little, even as he knows Changmin is trying to make it better.

‘Will you sit with me awhile?’ Changmin retrieves the book Yunho pulled off him from the floor and gestures to the couch though Yunho is struck by the strange urge to curl up by the vampire’s feet, in front of the fire instead. ‘You can help me go through these and point out all the things they’ve gotten wrong.’

Changmin thumbs through the pages, looking for his spot and Yunho eases in beside him, quickly pressed under the vampire’s arm, his head resting on Changmin’s shoulder. Yunho picks up a book of his own and immediately snorts derisively as he flicks through to the illustrations.

‘I should just write my own book,’ he mutters.

Changmin hums and rubs Yunho’s hip briefly before moving to turn a page. ‘I’d read it.’

Yunho spends the following week just as sexually frustrated but what’s worse is the burgeoning irritation that itches under his skin, uncomfortably inflamed by the way the vampires treat him. Since arriving at Jaejoong’s home, Yunho barely sees any of his new family; it’s him who has to seek them out, searching countless rooms. It’s humiliating and hurtful, Yunho wishing with an alarming frequency that they’d remained in the warehouse. Half of the time he can’t even find Taepoong and he’s willing to admit that he quite selfishly yearns for everyone’s undivided attention again, the vampires leaving him sorely neglected. Loneliness cuts through him painfully, a cold sting that settles over his chest when he forces himself to sleep alone one night, tired of seeking their company so pathetically. The maids aren’t happy when he brings Taepoong inside to sleep in his room the next evening but Yunho is the vampire family’s little whore- or at least he was - and as far as he’s concerned, that ranks his whims above those of the staff. If Taepoong happens to ruin an antique chair after gnawing at the legs, Yunho ignores it and the staff wisely choose to do the same.

Sometimes Yunho manages to catch up with Yoochun or Junsu and once he even walks in on them fucking and quickly leaves before they notice him. There’s a piano in one of the rooms that Yoochun likes to play and when he does, it makes it easier for Yunho to find him. One afternoon he kisses Yoochun gently and finds himself being pressed back into the piano, the keys clunking in a horrible tune as the vampire kisses him back passionately until he’s suddenly ripped away by a grumpy looking Changmin. Yoochun gives the older vampire a guilty look before slinking off and Yunho ends up spending the rest of his day grumbling at Changmin before retreating to the kitchens. After that, Yunho spends most of his time outdoors, practicing endurance runs with Taepoong, teaching her tricks or playing games. The vampires all seem eager to ignore him but at least his puppy begins to come when he calls and he can bury his face in her warmth and pretend he’s not lonely.

The woods surrounding Jaejoong’s estate are beautiful and not so dense that Yunho can’t easily walk through them, stepping over roots and slipping in wet rotting leaves. There’s a wide tree with particularly good branches that Yunho likes and he builds a small landing out of wood and tools he requests from the staff. It’s just wide enough for Yunho to curl up on or sit with a book and it quickly becomes how Yunho spends his afternoons whilst Taepoong dashes below, hunting for rabbits. It gets cold quickly and Yunho always has to bring a quilt from his bed if he plans to last more than an hour outside. It’s his private place though and Yunho loves the quiet, sleeping the afternoons away and leaving before it gets too dark to find his way back. It’s also one of the few places Yunho can make a solid attempt to relieve some of his frustrations, either with alcohol or an attempt to get off. Yunho’s found that he struggles to finish every time he strokes himself, any orgasm pulled from him feeling hollow and the closest he can get to triggering himself is by biting painfully into his own arm, just shy of drawing blood. It works though, so Yunho sticks to it in the hopes that he’ll eventually stop wanting the vampires to touch him. Yunho tries not to dwell on things like that in the peace of his tree house.

It’s ruined when he’s woken from sleep one afternoon to feel a painful kind of pulse run through him. Heat floods his body and he arches suddenly as though an invisible hand ran down his spine, curving his body skywards. As quickly as he spasms upwards, he tumbles, body off balance and overshooting the tiny perimeters of the wooden landing, free falling even as blood rushes towards his groin, leaving him hard. His head is throbbing before he slips the small distance and hits the ground hard, pain jarring through his hips as he lands on his backside. Yunho can’t contain the cry of pain that escapes him, but he fights the urge to scream as his body aches cruelly for something else, his skin burning, begging to be touched. His pelvis thrusts forwards impulsively again, this time tamed by the pain of the fall but still wild like the frantic drum of his heart. The crush on his lungs should frighten him, but Yunho thinks the pressure might be lessening as he rolls onto his hands and knees and claws at the forest floor, scraping back wet, yellowed leaves until his fingers sink into the dirt. He’s taut like a bow, back excruciatingly rigid as Yunho wills back the desire that is dominating his body, clouding his mind until there’s barely anything left keeping Yunho from rutting into the ground like a dog and howling for the vampires.

Yunho knows what it is the moment Changmin’s boots step into his narrow field of vision. His body is so overwhelmed by arousal and burning desire that he thinks he could die, reaching out to grasp Changmin’s calf and butting his head against the vampire’s knee. It’s cold on the ground but Yunho’s skin is hot and flushed. When Changmin crouches to help him up, Yunho lets out a wretched sob of relief at the cool hands on his flesh, along with the weight on his chest lifting.

‘Stop it,’ Yunho hisses, gritting his teeth so hard he’s sure they’ll snap. He’s disgusted by himself and furious at Changmin. ‘Break it. Now.’

The vampire shakes his head softly, wrapping Yunho back up in the quilt that had tangled around him and pulling him to his knees. ‘It’s not a good idea to break it, it would hurt more,’ Changmin tells him, kneeling, pulling Yunho’s head to rest against his chest and Yunho lets his muddy hands tangle in the vampire’s shirt.

‘I’ll never forgive you if you don’t,’ Yunho wheezes out, still wracked with too many heady emotions- the weight of four other people on their connection, he realises.

‘Just try to relax, look for the most peaceful sensations or emotions and concentrate on letting those soothe you,’ the vampire says softly, kissing the top of his ear even as Yunho claws angrily at his stomach.

Yunho only does as Changmin asks because he’s desperate for it all to stop. The vampire’s heartbeat is loud and steady if he listens hard enough, his own slowing to match. Yunho draws in large breaths, although the suffocating sensation of the connection is fading every second that the vampire is holding him.

‘I hate you,’ he spits at Changmin, wrestling with the vampire’s shoulders until his arms finally go limp, Changmin refusing to loosen his arms around Yunho’s back.

Changmin just rubs circles over his back, holding him tightly until all Yunho can do is cling and try to ride through the waves of yearning that threaten to overwhelm him.

‘It will fade on its own now that I’m close, just try to seek the calming parts of the connection out,’ Changmin presses another kiss to his temple and Yunho hates the part of him that relaxes a little because of it.

He continues to try and quell the swell of desire that has built in his stomach and the heat of his skin, closing his eyes. There’s a hint of concern somewhere in the connection- Junsu, Yunho thinks, is the one projecting it. When he tries to focus on Yoochun, like pulling a loose thread, he unravels something stronger, but more obscure, too vulnerable for Yunho to know what to do with although he can feel hints of affection that are separate from the pulsing drum of desire. Protectiveness floods through him, washing over his senses when he finds Jaejoong and Yunho lets that cover him like a blanket for a few moments. It eases some of the persistent throbbing that wracks his body, his hands no longer shaking. It’s entirely strange to be able to sense all four vampire’s emotions and desires through the connection, like a collected source of memories and experiences that soak into Yunho as though he is their white canvas to stain and it’s certainly difficult to maintain. He muses that it hurts so much because his body is weak and human, but perhaps it’s because their emotions and wants are too intense, especially all at once. Yunho knows he goes completely limp when he stumbles through Changmin’s sentiments, somehow managing to separate and untangle the vampire’s possessiveness in all its enormity, from the scalding mess of lust that the man is projecting.

He lies there for several long minutes; body loose in Changmin’s arms as it all bleeds through him, drowning out the pain of arousal until he can take in his surroundings again. Eventually, the cold seeps back into his fingers and he can feel the grit stuck under his nails. The sound of Taepoong barking begins to drown out the tattoo of both their heartbeats in Yunho’s ears and he’s barely even short of breath anymore. The ground feels hard on his knees, his body aching with residual pain of the fall and the intoxicating scent of Changmin permeates his nose along with the damp of the forest. The warm light that trickles through the canopy of trees stings Yunho’s eyes a little and his muscles twitch with the impulse to distance himself from the vampire, anger quickly returning. Yunho heaves himself to the side, breaking Changmin’s hold and scrambling a few feet away, weak limbs protesting his every move.

‘You didn’t have to do that,’ Yunho seethes and this time, his hands shake with anger.

Guilt flickers across Changmin’s face and then recedes back into a carefully schooled mask of indifference so quickly, Yunho’s not sure he didn’t just imagine it.

‘You weren’t in the house, your room was empty,’ Changmin says pointedly.

‘No shit,’ Yunho swears, clambering to his feet and leaning heavily against his tree for balance, ‘I’m so sorry I wasn’t in my room, waiting for you just in case you decided to stop by after ignoring me for a week, but couldn’t you have just smelt me out like you always have?’

The look in Changmin’s eyes tells him that he’s right but the vampire is too stubborn to admit it.

‘I could have…’ he trails off before looking at Yunho sharply. ‘Your room was empty- your things were missing,’ Changmin plucks Yunho’s quilt from the ground, shaking it free of dirt ‘You’ve been disappearing into the woods for a while now- I’ve seen how late you come back most days. The staff said that you’ve been taking supplies out here,’ the vampire narrows his eyes and then spots Yunho’s bag up in the tree.

Yunho fumes.

‘And you thought I might be planning my escape?!’ he shouts, causing Taepoong to bark at Changmin in anxiety.

Contrition is more apparent in Changmin’s eyes than the grim set of his mouth, which screams of repressed anger. ‘You’re near the border of the property,’ the vampire offers in explanation.

‘And you’ve made it perfectly clear that I have no chance of ever escaping you,’ Yunho points out. ‘Even if I did, I’m not that fast, I couldn’t have made it very far by this time of day- you could have easily caught up with me. You did this to be cruel, to prove your power over me.’

‘I didn’t,’ Changmin rushes forward but Yunho manages a step back. ‘Yunho, I wouldn’t-‘

The vampire sounds genuinely distressed but Yunho is in a worse state, anger and hurt still preoccupying his every thought.

‘You know I hate the connection,’ Yunho throws his accusations at Changmin as though they are his only weapon, ‘you knew it would incapacitate me. Oh my god,’ a horrible thought occurs to Yunho and his jaw drops in disgust, ‘if you left me long enough, would I have tried to find you instead? Is that what you wanted? You wanted me to crawl to you like a dog and beg you to make it all better?’

Yunho feels sick and he slumps back against the tree, tiredly sliding down until he can sit, Taepoong rushing forward to nuzzle his face. He looks up at Changmin once and knows his assumption is correct, feels it deep in his bones. Eventually, Yunho would have clawed and crawled his way to them, in spite of the pain because his own desire to be close to them would take over. He knows it and it frightens him.

Changmin kneels on the forest floor beside him, gently pushing aside the puppy to cup Yunho’s face in his hands. Yunho’s skin feels clammy with drying sweat and Changmin’s hands are like ice, making him flinch at the touch. The vampire doesn’t let go though he does wince at Yunho’s obvious dislike.

‘Yunho, I would never do that to you. I’m sorry, it was selfish and impulsive of me, but I panicked. To me the connection feels intense but wonderful- I like it. I knew instantly that you had no intention to run away and it soothed me, but I couldn’t break it without hurting you more,’ Changmin apologises.

‘I fell from a tree,’ Yunho says petulantly. ‘That fucking hurt too.’

Changmin glances back up at his little platform amongst the sturdier branches and furrows his brow with familiar concern. ‘I had no idea that’s what you were doing out here,’ the vampire defends himself.

‘You could have just asked but all of you have been too busy to even talk to me,’ Yunho huffs.

‘I’m sorry.’

Yunho rolls his eyes but he knows Changmin means it. It doesn’t make him less angry.

‘Just leave me alone,’ he pushes at the vampire’s shoulder.

Changmin bites his lip before shaking his head. ‘I can’t. You’re hurt. It would take you ages to walk back to the main house.’

‘I’ll be fine-‘ Yunho protests but Changmin has already got an arm under his knees and the other supporting his back, scooping him up easily. ‘I don’t want to be carried,’ he grumbles but doesn’t bother fighting it because his back is killing him now that he has come back to himself.

Back at the house, Changmin carries him into a bathroom, placing him gently down. Yunho lets the vampire run a hot bath for him, sighing in anticipation as he sees extra salts thrown into the steaming water, and even allows Changmin to help him out of his shoes but stands firm on wanting to bathe by himself. Changmin just nods and leads Taepoong outside by the collar, closing the door behind him.

Yunho takes his time bathing, his body stiff and awkward to manoeuvre as he carefully gets into the huge tub that’s still filling with water. He catches sight of new bruises along his back and sides in the mirror across the room and feels small lacerations sting in the hot water, suddenly distraught that this time, the vampires won’t offer to heal the small cuts because his blood has been ruined by medications. Yunho spends a long time soaking in the near scalding water, scrubbing the dirt from his hands and nails. At some point, tears begin to fall, Yunho letting them wash away with the sting of soap and steaming water. He cries until his eyes are swollen, digging fingers into his own bruises and trying to fool himself that he’s sobbing because of the physical pain, when the reality is that living without the connection hurts far more than anything he can imagine.

When Yunho manages to climb out and dry himself, exhaustion already slowing his movements, he finds Changmin waiting outside the door. Yunho keeps his eyes down so that Changmin can’t see how red his eyes are, even though he knows the vampire must have heard him crying. Clothes are pulled onto his uncooperative limbs gently as he’s tucked into bed. His skin is still flushed and hot from the bath, making his bed feel wonderfully comforting and cosy as Taepoong curls up at his side. Changmin leans in to kiss Yunho but Yunho pushes him away, demanding that the vampire leaves him alone.

It doesn’t help when Changmin actually obliges, and Yunho cries himself to sleep that night.

Living the next few days without feeling the connection leaves Yunho feeling strangely bereft. He’s clingier than usual with Taepoong but takes to avoiding Changmin at all costs. Once again, even though he knows it’s not possible, Yunho feebly attempts to trace the connection himself. He tries not to be too bitter when he wonders about how many of his emotions that the vampires can feel through the connection because if any of them can sense how lonely and miserable Yunho is, they’re cruel bastards for leaving him alone.

Yunho builds a small campfire out by his tree and works on adding to his platform to shelter him from the rain. Taepoong loves the fire and no one says anything to him when they return smelling of smoke with soot clinging to their hair every night.

Wandering through the long hallways, Yunho can’t help but stumble a little. He purposely bangs his way through doors, looking for company. He’d managed to scrounge up a bottle of whisky from the kitchens and if he was drinking a little early in the day, no one was going to interrupt him with the intent to cajole him back to sobriety. Yunho shoulders a door a little too heavily and giggles when he realises he’s interrupted Jaejoong and another man he’s never seen before- a business meeting, Yunho guesses by the papers spread over the table between them. His mouth keeps twitching into a smile as Jaejoong’s cold expression finally breaks to show his irritation.

Yunho just stumbles further into the room.

He doesn’t actually have any desire to piss Jaejoong off though, so he simply grins and says hello to the stranger politely, even if his words are slightly slurred, before kissing Jaejoong on the cheek and plonking himself down on the floor. Yunho curves his body to rest his cheek on Jaejoong’s thigh, letting out a sigh of contentment as the proximity somehow eases his frazzled nerves and Yunho thinks it must be to do with their stupid connection. The bottle is plucked gently from his hands, as though Jaejoong knows that Yunho’s aware of how little strength or power the human has against a vampire and needn’t use any force because nobody would be foolish enough to struggle against him. Yunho is known for being foolish though and he rolls his eyes upwards towards Jaejoong, a plea for its return already on his lips.

‘That wasn’t easy to find, you know,’ he mumbles, lips feeling too thick and his tongue slow. ‘You weren’t easy to find either,’ Yunho says mostly to himself, fingertips playing with the hem of Jaejoong’s pants, tickling at an ankle.

Absently, Yunho hears Jaejoong introduce Yunho to the other man but he couldn’t care less when Jaejoong is petting his hair in a way that should be degrading but feels wonderful. He closes his eyes and leans more of his body against the vampire, desire flooding through him and in that moment, Yunho thinks he’d like whatever humiliating and degrading thing Jaejoong could do to him- he just wants to be touched. The need to be bitten grows daily too, as though his blood is boiling beneath his skin and needs an exit point before everything feels too tight and uncomfortable, skin stretched taut over his bones with the pressure.

Jaejoong’s hand falters in his hair and belatedly, Yunho realises he might have been mumbling about needs under his breath. He does need Jaejoong though, so when his cheeks flush with embarrassment and the stranger gives him an amused smile before standing to leave, Yunho also feels a rush of victory. He watches as the man shakes Jaejoong’s hand firmly before being led away by a servant and Yunho takes the opportunity to draw up to his knees, even though his vision is swimming, and crawl between Jaejoong’s legs. Arms slink around the vampire’s lithe waist and Yunho ignores the other staff in the room as he presses his cheek to Jaejoong’s crotch, nuzzling affectionately. Yunho doesn’t care how pathetic he looks, he just needs to be fucked.

‘Yunho, are you alright?’ Jaejoong asks him gently, stopping him when he tries to pull the vampire’s fly down with his teeth.

‘No,’ Yunho whimpers, pressing his nose to Jaejoong’s stomach and biting back the hurt that swells in his throat.

‘What’s wrong?’ Jaejoong brushes his hair back, trying to make Yunho look at him but Yunho keeps his eyes squeezed shut.

‘I need you,’ Yunho tries to lower his mouth to Jaejoong’s lap again but is pulled up by the chin, ‘I want you.’

Jaejoong pauses before shooting Yunho a sympathetic glance. ‘I can’t right now.’

Yunho’s eyebrows furrow and the rejection sparks anger inside of him. He pulls back, trying to shift his legs underneath him and let blood rush back into the numb limbs enough so that he can stand.

‘Fine, I’ll go find Yoochun or Junsu,’ he shoots back, fumbling with the desk to pull himself up.

‘Yunho, you can’t,’ Jaejoong says calmly but his hand darts out to snatch Yunho’s wrist in the time it takes to blink. ‘I can’t take you because I wouldn’t be able to stop myself from biting you and Junsu and Yoochun have even less self control than me.’

‘Why can’t you control yourself?’ Yunho grows increasingly mad, his voice rising. ‘Changmin said the same thing. I thought you were supposed to be good at this- you’re the eldest!’

Jaejoong sighs and rubs a hand over his face. ‘If I had as much self control as I would like to possess, I never would have made plans to have you.’

‘So you regret it? Are you all bored with me already?’ Yunho’s not sure why the idea of that hurts as much as it does, but he wants to cry at the thought of being abandoned.

‘I am far from bored with you, Yunho,’ Jaejoong snaps and the anger in his eyes freezes Yunho to the spot. He seems to sense Yunho’s fear and allows Yunho to tug his wrist free, sighing heavily again. ‘I simply meant that if it was a simple matter of resisting, I wish I could, but you render me incapable until I have all the control of a desperate teenager. I should be better at this, usually I would be able to have sex without letting the urge to bite take over but it’s been weeks since I last tasted you and it’s driving me mad.’

Yunho only feels mildly placated and reaches for the bottle again, taking a swig. ‘I want to go back,’ he doesn’t use the word home, because Yunho’s still not sure where that implies for him yet. He doesn’t really want to go back, Yunho just wishes things were different.

Jaejoong’s face looks pinched and ashen though, as though he’s been struck and Yunho wants to take his words back immediately to make it better.

‘I feel like a leper or something,’ he mumbles. ‘Everyone keeps ignoring me, leaving me alone and this place is too big. Why did you bother to bring me here? You don’t want me because my blood’s bad? Do you only want sex from me if I’m struggling? It’s no good if I want it?’

Yunho knows that he’s being a little irrational, that a lot of what he’s saying is down to the alcohol and the way his insecurities have been rubbing at his walls until he feels raw and ready to crumble.

Jaejoong stares at him for a long time but Yunho hides his face from the scrutiny, trying to make out patterns in the carpet through blurring vision. He stumbles and momentarily forgets how to breathe when Jaejoong yanks him into his lap, easily manoeuvring legs too heavy with alcohol to function on their own over his thighs. Yunho automatically wants to cling but a part of him still protests and his hands extend to push at Jaejoong’s chest.

‘I wanted you to have some time to yourself here,’ Jaejoong tells him, easily grasping his wrists and ceasing the struggle. ‘I didn’t do it to be cruel, and I know the connection is making it that much harder to be alone than you’d like but it wasn’t to make you suffer or a punishment nor a lesson. All of us ache away from each other but I genuinely thought that you needed time to take everything in and think about it.’

Jaejoong transfers Yunho’s wrist to his other hand so that he can rub a palm over the back of Yunho’s neck, holding them both loosely now that Yunho’s not struggling. The vampire looks at him tiredly, gently squeezing Yunho’s nape before beginning again.

‘I can keep pushing you in the direction I want, Yunho, but I thought it would be better if I let you decide how you want this to go because otherwise you’ll just fight me for god knows how many years, half the time just to be petulant,’ Jaejoong sighs. ‘If it coincided with the fact that your blood is currently toxic for us and that we’re all wearing our self control a little thin because of a new and fragile bond, I’m sorry.’

Jaejoong strokes his cheek tenderly and Yunho knows he’s being honest, can tell in the exhaustion behind the vampire’s eyes. He leans into the touch, eyelids fluttering shut as lips press briefly against his.

‘So tell me,’ Jaejoong’s features sink into a look of patience, ‘what is it that you want from this? How would you like this bond to work? We’re your family now, and we’re willing to give you everything but that’s also what we’ll take in return.’

Yunho’s breath hitches and although the whisky in his system has slowed his brain, he knows Jaejoong’s making a heady offer. He also knows that Jaejoong’s promise is true- the vampires will take everything Yunho has and even a little more. They’ll strip him of every layer, wheedling away his own control and stealing affection he doesn’t feel ready to give. It’s frightening, but alongside the terror is a small thrill of excitement at the idea. Yunho knows what he wants from them, knows he won’t be denied either- it’s all so tantalisingly dangled before him- everything he’s ever dreamt of; love, security, pleasure and a place to belong. He shouldn’t want it from them, but he does and the alcohol allows him to be more honest than usual.

‘I don’t want to be left alone all the time,’ Yunho can’t help the hint of hurt that must come through in the stubborn glare he shoots Jaejoong, ‘I’ll ask for space when I want it. I don’t want you to take more blood than I think I can handle, if I say stop, stop. I don’t want to sleep alone, ever, even if I’m mad at you. You said ignoring me wasn’t a punishment- that implies that if I make mistakes, you’ll punish me- I think a simple spanking would be easier to take than being neglected.’

Jaejoong’s lips quirk at this but he remains silent, nodding occasionally.

Yunho continues, ‘I want at least one of you to keep me company at meal times, it’s only polite because lord knows I’m going to be present at yours.’

Jaejoong chuckles this time but nods again in agreement. ‘Anything else?’

‘Probably,’ Yunho shrugs and focuses on the more important task of closing his mouth around the small birthmark on Jaejoong’s neck. For some reason in his still horny and now mildly placated mind, touching as much skin as possible feels of vital importance.

‘Yunho?’ Jaejoong calls softly, petting his hair. ‘Yunho, focus.’

‘I am,’ Yunho mumbles into the junction of the vampire’s neck, hips rocking gently, a teasing friction that could have Yunho hard if he manages to press just that little bit closer.

Jaejoong pulls him off by the hair but he’s not nearly as rough as Yunho would like.

‘I meant on what you wanted in the long term, not that I don’t appreciate your enthusiasm,’ Jaejoong smiles at him, the most open and amused grin that Yunho has ever witnessed on the demon and it makes Yunho buzz in excitement.

Yunho forces himself to scoff. ‘It’s not like I’m going to stop demanding things as we go along, even if I list the majority now.’

Jaejoong just grins wider, brushing his cheek affectionately. ‘I suppose not.’

The vampire moves to stand up and Yunho clambers gracelessly from his lap, still too drunk. Jaejoong grasps his hand, palm soft and sure, and leads him from the room. Yunho’s still not sure how they negate the stairs but Jaejoong takes him into the kitchens, dismissing the majority of staff from the room.

‘What are we doing?’ Yunho asks, taking a seat by the large oven that bakes the most delicious bread he’s ever eaten.

He’s probably in the way. He definitely doesn't care.

The vampire begins pulling ingredients from the refrigerator and setting them on the table. ‘As requested, I’m joining you for your meal. It’s almost noon,’ Jaejoong reasons before disappearing into the pantry.

‘Can’t I just suck you off instead?’ Yunho whines and the few remaining kitchen staff splutter and blush before making a hasty retreat to the other end of the room.

Jaejoong simply laughs, flipping through the pages of a book and Yunho realises it’s the same one he’d had back at the warehouse. ‘I think you need to sober up.’

‘I’m not even hungry,’ he grumbles, feeling sleepy from the alcohol and warmth of the oven.

‘Indulge me then,’ the vampire offers.

Yunho does; enjoying watching Jaejoong work, rereading the recipe nervously throughout. The food turns out well and Yunho is almost hungry by the time he’s done cooking. He lets Jaejoong tuck him into bed a short time later, sated and still dazed with alcohol but not enough to hold off sleep before the demon finishes kissing almost every inch of his skin and climbs in beside him. Yunho flushes with joy when the other three eventually join them and he realises Jaejoong must have called to them through their connection.

It’s the best sleep that Yunho has had in weeks.

A/N: just one more chapter, I promise, I’ve had it with this fic. It's mostly divided because of lj's stupid word limit on posts.



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