Of Seasons and Spots - Five
Of Seasons and Spots
Five: Candles
The soft light of candles flickered over his skin, dancing patterns across its surface that a cool tongue traced and followed. Each swipe produced a soft noise of pleasure to fall from the warm lips of the one laying stretched out on the bed. The curve of a shoulder, the line of a collar bone, and the dip of muscles strengthened from use all fell prey to the predator above him.
“Minho,” the young man groaned, “let me take off my pants.”
“No,” the other replied coolly.
“You won’t hurt me,” he breathed.
He could feel the smile against his stomach. “I know, but if your pants come off then it won’t be long before everything is over and I want this to last a long time.”
“We have forever,” the young man whined. “We can go slow next time.”
Chuckling, Minho moved up his body, kissing his neck lightly, his chin and finally his lips briefly. “That is what you said last time. That means that this time, Jinki, is our time to take it slow.” Before the young man could protest again, he leaned down and sealed their lips together. The mumbled protest lingered between them for a moment before it was an abandon and Jinki gave into the press of lips. His hands slid over cool skin, in attempts to pull the immovable form of the vampire closer. Hips arching closer he found both an answering need and the return of the hands that pressed him back into the mattress.
It took him a moment to realize that the hands weren’t holding him still for more pleasure, but simply keeping him there and still. The vampire had lifted his head and his eyes seemed far off, unfocused. If he didn’t know Minho as he did, Jinki might have been insulted by the sudden loss of attention.
“What is it?” he asked, running his hands down the vampire’s arms to reassure them both.
“I don’t know,” Minho murmured. “Heechul is very angry.” With that said, Minho suddenly moved, rising from above him and gracefully flowing from the bed. He appeared as though he was listening for a moment before making a helpless sound. “I’m not connected enough. I don’t know.”
“We can go find out,” Jinki offered, touching his arm lightly. Minho had come a long way in most things but every now and again he forgot his supernatural reflexes and strength.
Minho nodded. “Bring your charms, just in case.”
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The gloom had been a bit intimidating when he had arrived in the Master vampire’s room, but he had hardly been intimidated. Over the past few months he had been spending an increasing amount of hours in the seethe and a bit of dimness wasn’t enough to detour him from anything. The glowing eyes did, however, give him a moment’s pause.
The box in his hands was only being brought to the Master vampire because he felt he owed Hankyung that much. He didn’t know what it contained, but he could hazard a guess or two. “I brought something for you.”
Glowing eyes fixed on him and he could just make out the form of the vampire in the flickering light of candles. Heechul had always been slender, but he looked frail now, as if he hadn’t had proper nourishment in months. Key knew that wasn’t true since Hankyung had spent over twenty hours in the seethe just a week or so ago. Yet somehow, it seemed as if the vampire was deteriorating into nothing.
“I don’t want anything from you.” His voice was rough as if it hadn’t been used in days.
“It’s from Hankyung,” he informed the man. In an instant Heechul was across the room and snatching the box from his hands. Key nearly released an undignified squeak at the quick motion. “I’ll just be leaving then,” he said softly as he backed towards the door keeping his eyes on the vampire who was holding the box as if it contained something precious.
Heechul ignored him and opened the box. For a moment everything was still and then Heechul screamed, a sound so full of anger and pain that every hair on Key’s body stood on end. His instincts screamed for him to run, and despite his better judgment he gave in. He didn’t even manage to lift a foot before his body froze no longer in his control.
The box and its contents shattered against the wall, the shredded remains falling to the carpet in a tinkle of glass among the wood. “You!” the vampire snarled and suddenly he was there, right in front of Key. Every fiber of his being screamed for him to run, to move, to protect himself. For a moment, a split second in time, the pressure from his mind was gone, releasing him to his own control. Then as quickly as it was granted, it was snatched from him in the form of cold fingers closing around his neck.
His hands scrambled against the pale arm as the vampire lifted him from the floor and slowly closed his fingers around his neck. “Why would you bring that here!?!”
Distantly Key registered noise and motion out of the edge of his vision, but Heechul batted it away as he would a fly. Simply smacked whatever it had been out of his space and back across the room. He didn’t know what had happened to them, but they didn’t try to interfere again.
Key struggled, digging nails into strong flesh, but it was like trying to carve marble with a toothpick. The vampire didn’t appear to care to acknowledge his frantic struggles. “You insult me in my own home?! I want HIM!” The fingers around his throat then squeezed tighter, cutting off his precious air and threatening to crush his spine. He could do it, this creature with supernatural strength that he had so foolishly let his guard down around. If Key didn’t manage to free himself in the next moment, he would be dead and it wouldn’t matter.
Desperately he reached within himself and pulled forth the magic that was his to command. He had never attempted to use it without using a word or phrase to focus his power, but he couldn’t get air, let alone speech, he would have to try. Digging his nails into the vampire’s skin one final time he thought towards the vampire as hard as he could, ‘Burn you son of a bitch! Burn!’
Fire erupted from his hands, burning bright along their arms in a burst of power. An animalist scream tore from the vampire’s throat and suddenly he was released. Key crumpled to the floor, trying to suck in air through his throat that felt like it was on fire. Everything was hot, too hot, and for a terrifying moment he thought he was burning alive. The fire was gone, burnt out as quickly as it had come but it had done its job and he was free, for the moment at least.
He could barely make out the vampire through his blurred eyes as it snarled and lunged forward again. Key didn’t have any strength left in him, nor focus with which to fight, but he tried to pull for his magic anyway. Suddenly two solid forms smashed into the vampire and pushed him back.
“Get him out of here!” One of the forms ordered.
He could feel arms lifting him, trying to cradle him gently but at the motion pain lanced through him. He hurt everywhere, like fire was being poured over his body. A raspy moan was all he could manage before the pain overwhelmed him and the world turned to black.
Five: Candles
The soft light of candles flickered over his skin, dancing patterns across its surface that a cool tongue traced and followed. Each swipe produced a soft noise of pleasure to fall from the warm lips of the one laying stretched out on the bed. The curve of a shoulder, the line of a collar bone, and the dip of muscles strengthened from use all fell prey to the predator above him.
“Minho,” the young man groaned, “let me take off my pants.”
“No,” the other replied coolly.
“You won’t hurt me,” he breathed.
He could feel the smile against his stomach. “I know, but if your pants come off then it won’t be long before everything is over and I want this to last a long time.”
“We have forever,” the young man whined. “We can go slow next time.”
Chuckling, Minho moved up his body, kissing his neck lightly, his chin and finally his lips briefly. “That is what you said last time. That means that this time, Jinki, is our time to take it slow.” Before the young man could protest again, he leaned down and sealed their lips together. The mumbled protest lingered between them for a moment before it was an abandon and Jinki gave into the press of lips. His hands slid over cool skin, in attempts to pull the immovable form of the vampire closer. Hips arching closer he found both an answering need and the return of the hands that pressed him back into the mattress.
It took him a moment to realize that the hands weren’t holding him still for more pleasure, but simply keeping him there and still. The vampire had lifted his head and his eyes seemed far off, unfocused. If he didn’t know Minho as he did, Jinki might have been insulted by the sudden loss of attention.
“What is it?” he asked, running his hands down the vampire’s arms to reassure them both.
“I don’t know,” Minho murmured. “Heechul is very angry.” With that said, Minho suddenly moved, rising from above him and gracefully flowing from the bed. He appeared as though he was listening for a moment before making a helpless sound. “I’m not connected enough. I don’t know.”
“We can go find out,” Jinki offered, touching his arm lightly. Minho had come a long way in most things but every now and again he forgot his supernatural reflexes and strength.
Minho nodded. “Bring your charms, just in case.”
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The gloom had been a bit intimidating when he had arrived in the Master vampire’s room, but he had hardly been intimidated. Over the past few months he had been spending an increasing amount of hours in the seethe and a bit of dimness wasn’t enough to detour him from anything. The glowing eyes did, however, give him a moment’s pause.
The box in his hands was only being brought to the Master vampire because he felt he owed Hankyung that much. He didn’t know what it contained, but he could hazard a guess or two. “I brought something for you.”
Glowing eyes fixed on him and he could just make out the form of the vampire in the flickering light of candles. Heechul had always been slender, but he looked frail now, as if he hadn’t had proper nourishment in months. Key knew that wasn’t true since Hankyung had spent over twenty hours in the seethe just a week or so ago. Yet somehow, it seemed as if the vampire was deteriorating into nothing.
“I don’t want anything from you.” His voice was rough as if it hadn’t been used in days.
“It’s from Hankyung,” he informed the man. In an instant Heechul was across the room and snatching the box from his hands. Key nearly released an undignified squeak at the quick motion. “I’ll just be leaving then,” he said softly as he backed towards the door keeping his eyes on the vampire who was holding the box as if it contained something precious.
Heechul ignored him and opened the box. For a moment everything was still and then Heechul screamed, a sound so full of anger and pain that every hair on Key’s body stood on end. His instincts screamed for him to run, and despite his better judgment he gave in. He didn’t even manage to lift a foot before his body froze no longer in his control.
The box and its contents shattered against the wall, the shredded remains falling to the carpet in a tinkle of glass among the wood. “You!” the vampire snarled and suddenly he was there, right in front of Key. Every fiber of his being screamed for him to run, to move, to protect himself. For a moment, a split second in time, the pressure from his mind was gone, releasing him to his own control. Then as quickly as it was granted, it was snatched from him in the form of cold fingers closing around his neck.
His hands scrambled against the pale arm as the vampire lifted him from the floor and slowly closed his fingers around his neck. “Why would you bring that here!?!”
Distantly Key registered noise and motion out of the edge of his vision, but Heechul batted it away as he would a fly. Simply smacked whatever it had been out of his space and back across the room. He didn’t know what had happened to them, but they didn’t try to interfere again.
Key struggled, digging nails into strong flesh, but it was like trying to carve marble with a toothpick. The vampire didn’t appear to care to acknowledge his frantic struggles. “You insult me in my own home?! I want HIM!” The fingers around his throat then squeezed tighter, cutting off his precious air and threatening to crush his spine. He could do it, this creature with supernatural strength that he had so foolishly let his guard down around. If Key didn’t manage to free himself in the next moment, he would be dead and it wouldn’t matter.
Desperately he reached within himself and pulled forth the magic that was his to command. He had never attempted to use it without using a word or phrase to focus his power, but he couldn’t get air, let alone speech, he would have to try. Digging his nails into the vampire’s skin one final time he thought towards the vampire as hard as he could, ‘Burn you son of a bitch! Burn!’
Fire erupted from his hands, burning bright along their arms in a burst of power. An animalist scream tore from the vampire’s throat and suddenly he was released. Key crumpled to the floor, trying to suck in air through his throat that felt like it was on fire. Everything was hot, too hot, and for a terrifying moment he thought he was burning alive. The fire was gone, burnt out as quickly as it had come but it had done its job and he was free, for the moment at least.
He could barely make out the vampire through his blurred eyes as it snarled and lunged forward again. Key didn’t have any strength left in him, nor focus with which to fight, but he tried to pull for his magic anyway. Suddenly two solid forms smashed into the vampire and pushed him back.
“Get him out of here!” One of the forms ordered.
He could feel arms lifting him, trying to cradle him gently but at the motion pain lanced through him. He hurt everywhere, like fire was being poured over his body. A raspy moan was all he could manage before the pain overwhelmed him and the world turned to black.