AU Fic --- Lust for Humanity --- Part 2/?
Title: Lust for Humanity Part 2/?
Pairing: Heechul/Sungmin for now
Genre: AU --crack. crack. crack.
Rating: PG-13 for cursing and blood
Disclaimer: I own nothing, but I wish I did.
Summary: Vampires can try to die too. And then forget.
Word count: 1732
Notes: Unbetad. I'm sorry if the story seems a bit confusing, my brain is made like that.
Part 1
Luckily Heechul was good at following clues, especially when there was a trail of bread crumbs left behind. It felt odd, but he looked for his apartment and phone number in the person directory. Luckily--with the help of the handsome doctor--he found himself; the only Kim Heechul who lived on the tenth floor of a building in Seoul. He called the number he found (weird once again), to hear the voice on the answering machine, and indeed it was his own. As if the whole situation wasn't bad strange enough, there was a small voice in the background of the recording asking him questions. Maybe that was Lee Sungmin?
Heechul shrugged and flagged down a taxi to bring him to--what he hoped--was his apartment. Minutes later, he arrived at the destination. He paid the cab driver, waving and entering the golden rimmed doorway. The security at the door smiled, tipping his hat and pointing toward the reception.
"Hi, my name is--" Heechul started, but was quickly cut off.
"Sir? You're alive! How is this possible?!" The man stared with mouth agape in disbelief. His face went pale, like he was staring into the eyes of Death reincarnate.
"I'm not sure, myself." Heechul looked around the fancy apartment building. The man leaned over the counter, a bit unprofessionally, and hugged Heechul. He let him go and patted his shoulder. "Excuse me, but I'm having memory problems. What's your name again?"
"Really? I can't believe it, you've been living here for 5 years." He trailed off, rambling about how close to friends they'd become and how worried he was. Heechul wasn't buying it. What kind of friend didn't visit you in the hospital. But then again, what human survived a 10-story fall? "My name's Kangin, by the way."
Heechul had a flash in his mind, like wires finally connecting. Kangin was someone he spoke to a lot, he remembered, but they weren't close. Mainly because Kangin couldn't hold his tongue when it came to secrets, which--Heechul realized--he probably had a lot of. "Nice to meet you, again. I'll be going now."
Kangin waved, leaning over the counter and yelling at the elevator operator to take good care of his best friend. That was going a bit far. Maybe Kangin wanted tips from the tenants, so he sucked up.
Heechul sighed, rubbing over his eyes. It was a nice place at least. But what would push someone to jump from the 10th floor? And worse even, what allowed them to survive? Heechul grinned, wondering if he was some kind of superhero, akin to Superman or Batman. That would be interesting.
The elevator stopped and the doors opened slowly. "Excuse me, do you know my apartment number?" Heechul didn't want to bother such a serious-looking man.
The quiet man nodded, pointing down the hall to the right. "Your apartment number is six. I think someone is waiting for you."
Heechul's eyes widened. "Really? Thank you--umm--" He glanced at the name tag. "--Yesung. You've been very helpful." The name rolled off his tongue with ease. This man was more likely to be a close friend, rather than that big mouth Kangin.
Yesung smiled, the elevator doors closing in front of him as he went back down. Heechul walked down the long corridor. One..Two..Three...Six! He stopped in front of the door, taking out a ring of keys he'd found and trying them one at a time. The door unlocked with a loud click and he slipped inside.
"Anyone here?" Heechul glanced around his tidy apartment. Not too shabby for a superhero in disguise.
"You prick!" A voice yelled, but Heechul couldn't see anyone. Maybe superheros could hear dead people's voices too.
"Hello?" Heechul dropped his keys on the kitchen counter. There wasn't anyone in the room.
"Look up, you idiot!" The voice snapped.
Heechul obeyed, falling over in disbelief. There was a (beautiful) man lying flat against the ceiling. "What the fuck!?" Heechul clung to the arm of his red sofa. Bird of a feather flock together made so much more sense to him now. He must have superhero friends.
The effeminate man floated down from the ceiling, landing softly on the sofa and crossing his legs. He tucked his legs under him, propping up his elbows as support for his chin. "Why did you jump? Trying to blow our cover?"
"Do I know you?" Heechul picked himself up sloppily, sliding a hand through his hair, trying to pretend he was calm.
The man was not pleased, nor impressed with the irrelevant question. "Listen Heechul, we can't just drop ourselves out of buildings and expect humans to understand why we didn't die." He scratched his chin, his nose crinkling at the motion.
"Okay. But who are you?" Heechul sat on his soft carpet, crossing his legs. "And I don't know why I jumped, I can't remember much."
"Stop kidding around. As if you could forget your lover." The man rolled his eyes, blowing on his pink nails in a snobbish manner. "Sungmin, the great."
Heechul would have laughed if it were a normal day, but it wasn't. His memories were getting more warped and confusing, and now he found out he was gay. Though, when someone was dating a man as pretty as Sungmin, they could be considered somewhat straight.
He sat next to his so-called lover, putting a hand on his thigh. "I honestly can't remember much. I couldn't even remember my name until a doctor told me it."
Sungmin quirked an eye in attempt to read the older man's expression. He didn't seem like he was lying, and Heechul was only this serious when he was--well--serious. "Fine. I guess I'll try to help then."
"You guess? If you don't, I can just find a lover who will." Heechul didn't know where that sharp tongue came from, but it felt good.
Sungmin laughed, putting his arm around Heechul. "There's the man I know so well."
Heechul snorted, not sure why it was tolerated, even accepted. Clearly he wasn't a saint of any kind if something like that was expected of him. Sungmin settled on his lap, twirling a strand of his hair and staring into Heechul's eyes innocently.
"I don't think--it's right--" Heechul swallowed painfully. "I mean, 'cause I don't remember at all." Sungmin blinked slowly, pursing his lips, as though disappointed.
He wanted to touch them so badly, his mouth tingling (among other things). But he wasn't someone who just had sex with people when they claimed to be his lover, without actual proof, because his mind was a blank canvas. Wait, what? Heechul needed some rest.
"Sungmin, as much as I'd like to--" Heechul cleared his throat, feeling the burning gaze scanning over his body. "I'm tired."
"You're tired?! You're only 200 years old!" Sungmin roared with laughter, pinching one of Heechul's cheeks. "I like this side of you, mister innocent."
"That's a joke, right?" Heechul tilted his head, looking at Sungmin who had one eyebrow raised questioningly.
"Wow, you really don't remember. You're only tired because you haven't eaten in two days." Sungmin said dryly, pulling Heechul's hand. "Let's find some food."
"I'm too tired." Heechul yawned, his face paler than it was a few hours earlier. He swatted the overexcited man away, set on taking a nap where it was actually possible. (Not like on a mattress that seemed to be made of cardboard.)
"I'll fly then." Sungmin rolled his eyes, pulling Heechul onto his back.
"You'll what?!" Heechul shouted, already being pulled to the edge of the balcony. "Wait, wait! I'm pretty sure I'll die if I try this again!"
Sungmin laughed, jumping off confidently and zipping through the air like a bird. Heechul screamed the entire time--which only lasted about 2 minutes--but felt like an eternity.
His voice became hoarse due to that, and he eventually couldn't speak altogether. Sungmin patted him on the back as he leaned against a tree. "See, you're not dead."
"You're lucky," Heechul panted, voice cracking from the stress. "I don't hit girls."
Sungmin sighed, ignoring the harsh joke. He pointed toward a man in fancy, yet casual attire. "He looks good enough."
What kind of lover was Sungmin to admit he was checking someone else out? An honest one, perhaps. Heechul scratched his head, it's not like he was attached yet.
"Good enough for what?" Heechul was curious, he couldn't lie.
"To eat, silly." Sungmin swooped down, standing behind said man.
Heechul's brow furrowed. Superheroes weren't supposed to seem so sketchy, were they? He walked down the hill, not sure if he could fly like Sungmin. When he reached them, the effeminate man was flirting it up with the properly dressed man.
"Hello. Interested in coming back to my place?" Heechul snorted. That guy didn't even look gay. Sungmin shot him a glare, turning back to the man with a soft look in his eyes.
The man's eyes widened, almost like he was being controlled. Sungmin's eye color changed to purple, swirling slowly. Heechul chuckled a bit, it seemed to have no effect on him, but the man was following Sungmin like a zombie.
They flew back to the apartment faster than Heechul could introduce himself to the captive--as Sungmin later forced Heechul to call him. Heechul felt dizzy, leaning over his couch and holding back his gag reflex.
"So what now? Threesome?" Heechul laughed, taking off his jacket and breathing heavily.
Sungmin smirked, taking the stranger's face in his hand. "Something like that." He kissed the man, Heechul almost feeling jealous, a humming sound slipping from their lips.
"Well, if we are, I gotta know your name guy." Heechul stuck out his hand.
"I'm Kyuhyun." He smiled, shaking Heechul's hand, loosening his tie while his gaze went back to Sungmin.
This guy is so fucking pretty. Is he really a guy?
There it was again; hearing things when no one was speaking. Heechul smacked the side of his head. He had enough on his plate as it was. Sungmin smirked, pulling Heechul closer and whispering: "I can hear it too, don't worry."
So he wasn't crazy. Or maybe they both were. But at least he wasn't alone.
Sungmin groaned, his lips devouring Kyuhyun's roughly. And Heechul was opening his buttons, but he swore there was blood sliding down the men's mouths. He looked up quickly, mouth agape, only to find out he was right.
--TO BE CONTINUED--
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Pairing: Heechul/Sungmin for now
Genre: AU --crack. crack. crack.
Rating: PG-13 for cursing and blood
Disclaimer: I own nothing, but I wish I did.
Summary: Vampires can try to die too. And then forget.
Word count: 1732
Notes: Unbetad. I'm sorry if the story seems a bit confusing, my brain is made like that.
Part 1
Luckily Heechul was good at following clues, especially when there was a trail of bread crumbs left behind. It felt odd, but he looked for his apartment and phone number in the person directory. Luckily--with the help of the handsome doctor--he found himself; the only Kim Heechul who lived on the tenth floor of a building in Seoul. He called the number he found (weird once again), to hear the voice on the answering machine, and indeed it was his own. As if the whole situation wasn't bad strange enough, there was a small voice in the background of the recording asking him questions. Maybe that was Lee Sungmin?
Heechul shrugged and flagged down a taxi to bring him to--what he hoped--was his apartment. Minutes later, he arrived at the destination. He paid the cab driver, waving and entering the golden rimmed doorway. The security at the door smiled, tipping his hat and pointing toward the reception.
"Hi, my name is--" Heechul started, but was quickly cut off.
"Sir? You're alive! How is this possible?!" The man stared with mouth agape in disbelief. His face went pale, like he was staring into the eyes of Death reincarnate.
"I'm not sure, myself." Heechul looked around the fancy apartment building. The man leaned over the counter, a bit unprofessionally, and hugged Heechul. He let him go and patted his shoulder. "Excuse me, but I'm having memory problems. What's your name again?"
"Really? I can't believe it, you've been living here for 5 years." He trailed off, rambling about how close to friends they'd become and how worried he was. Heechul wasn't buying it. What kind of friend didn't visit you in the hospital. But then again, what human survived a 10-story fall? "My name's Kangin, by the way."
Heechul had a flash in his mind, like wires finally connecting. Kangin was someone he spoke to a lot, he remembered, but they weren't close. Mainly because Kangin couldn't hold his tongue when it came to secrets, which--Heechul realized--he probably had a lot of. "Nice to meet you, again. I'll be going now."
Kangin waved, leaning over the counter and yelling at the elevator operator to take good care of his best friend. That was going a bit far. Maybe Kangin wanted tips from the tenants, so he sucked up.
Heechul sighed, rubbing over his eyes. It was a nice place at least. But what would push someone to jump from the 10th floor? And worse even, what allowed them to survive? Heechul grinned, wondering if he was some kind of superhero, akin to Superman or Batman. That would be interesting.
The elevator stopped and the doors opened slowly. "Excuse me, do you know my apartment number?" Heechul didn't want to bother such a serious-looking man.
The quiet man nodded, pointing down the hall to the right. "Your apartment number is six. I think someone is waiting for you."
Heechul's eyes widened. "Really? Thank you--umm--" He glanced at the name tag. "--Yesung. You've been very helpful." The name rolled off his tongue with ease. This man was more likely to be a close friend, rather than that big mouth Kangin.
Yesung smiled, the elevator doors closing in front of him as he went back down. Heechul walked down the long corridor. One..Two..Three...Six! He stopped in front of the door, taking out a ring of keys he'd found and trying them one at a time. The door unlocked with a loud click and he slipped inside.
"Anyone here?" Heechul glanced around his tidy apartment. Not too shabby for a superhero in disguise.
"You prick!" A voice yelled, but Heechul couldn't see anyone. Maybe superheros could hear dead people's voices too.
"Hello?" Heechul dropped his keys on the kitchen counter. There wasn't anyone in the room.
"Look up, you idiot!" The voice snapped.
Heechul obeyed, falling over in disbelief. There was a (beautiful) man lying flat against the ceiling. "What the fuck!?" Heechul clung to the arm of his red sofa. Bird of a feather flock together made so much more sense to him now. He must have superhero friends.
The effeminate man floated down from the ceiling, landing softly on the sofa and crossing his legs. He tucked his legs under him, propping up his elbows as support for his chin. "Why did you jump? Trying to blow our cover?"
"Do I know you?" Heechul picked himself up sloppily, sliding a hand through his hair, trying to pretend he was calm.
The man was not pleased, nor impressed with the irrelevant question. "Listen Heechul, we can't just drop ourselves out of buildings and expect humans to understand why we didn't die." He scratched his chin, his nose crinkling at the motion.
"Okay. But who are you?" Heechul sat on his soft carpet, crossing his legs. "And I don't know why I jumped, I can't remember much."
"Stop kidding around. As if you could forget your lover." The man rolled his eyes, blowing on his pink nails in a snobbish manner. "Sungmin, the great."
Heechul would have laughed if it were a normal day, but it wasn't. His memories were getting more warped and confusing, and now he found out he was gay. Though, when someone was dating a man as pretty as Sungmin, they could be considered somewhat straight.
He sat next to his so-called lover, putting a hand on his thigh. "I honestly can't remember much. I couldn't even remember my name until a doctor told me it."
Sungmin quirked an eye in attempt to read the older man's expression. He didn't seem like he was lying, and Heechul was only this serious when he was--well--serious. "Fine. I guess I'll try to help then."
"You guess? If you don't, I can just find a lover who will." Heechul didn't know where that sharp tongue came from, but it felt good.
Sungmin laughed, putting his arm around Heechul. "There's the man I know so well."
Heechul snorted, not sure why it was tolerated, even accepted. Clearly he wasn't a saint of any kind if something like that was expected of him. Sungmin settled on his lap, twirling a strand of his hair and staring into Heechul's eyes innocently.
"I don't think--it's right--" Heechul swallowed painfully. "I mean, 'cause I don't remember at all." Sungmin blinked slowly, pursing his lips, as though disappointed.
He wanted to touch them so badly, his mouth tingling (among other things). But he wasn't someone who just had sex with people when they claimed to be his lover, without actual proof, because his mind was a blank canvas. Wait, what? Heechul needed some rest.
"Sungmin, as much as I'd like to--" Heechul cleared his throat, feeling the burning gaze scanning over his body. "I'm tired."
"You're tired?! You're only 200 years old!" Sungmin roared with laughter, pinching one of Heechul's cheeks. "I like this side of you, mister innocent."
"That's a joke, right?" Heechul tilted his head, looking at Sungmin who had one eyebrow raised questioningly.
"Wow, you really don't remember. You're only tired because you haven't eaten in two days." Sungmin said dryly, pulling Heechul's hand. "Let's find some food."
"I'm too tired." Heechul yawned, his face paler than it was a few hours earlier. He swatted the overexcited man away, set on taking a nap where it was actually possible. (Not like on a mattress that seemed to be made of cardboard.)
"I'll fly then." Sungmin rolled his eyes, pulling Heechul onto his back.
"You'll what?!" Heechul shouted, already being pulled to the edge of the balcony. "Wait, wait! I'm pretty sure I'll die if I try this again!"
Sungmin laughed, jumping off confidently and zipping through the air like a bird. Heechul screamed the entire time--which only lasted about 2 minutes--but felt like an eternity.
His voice became hoarse due to that, and he eventually couldn't speak altogether. Sungmin patted him on the back as he leaned against a tree. "See, you're not dead."
"You're lucky," Heechul panted, voice cracking from the stress. "I don't hit girls."
Sungmin sighed, ignoring the harsh joke. He pointed toward a man in fancy, yet casual attire. "He looks good enough."
What kind of lover was Sungmin to admit he was checking someone else out? An honest one, perhaps. Heechul scratched his head, it's not like he was attached yet.
"Good enough for what?" Heechul was curious, he couldn't lie.
"To eat, silly." Sungmin swooped down, standing behind said man.
Heechul's brow furrowed. Superheroes weren't supposed to seem so sketchy, were they? He walked down the hill, not sure if he could fly like Sungmin. When he reached them, the effeminate man was flirting it up with the properly dressed man.
"Hello. Interested in coming back to my place?" Heechul snorted. That guy didn't even look gay. Sungmin shot him a glare, turning back to the man with a soft look in his eyes.
The man's eyes widened, almost like he was being controlled. Sungmin's eye color changed to purple, swirling slowly. Heechul chuckled a bit, it seemed to have no effect on him, but the man was following Sungmin like a zombie.
They flew back to the apartment faster than Heechul could introduce himself to the captive--as Sungmin later forced Heechul to call him. Heechul felt dizzy, leaning over his couch and holding back his gag reflex.
"So what now? Threesome?" Heechul laughed, taking off his jacket and breathing heavily.
Sungmin smirked, taking the stranger's face in his hand. "Something like that." He kissed the man, Heechul almost feeling jealous, a humming sound slipping from their lips.
"Well, if we are, I gotta know your name guy." Heechul stuck out his hand.
"I'm Kyuhyun." He smiled, shaking Heechul's hand, loosening his tie while his gaze went back to Sungmin.
This guy is so fucking pretty. Is he really a guy?
There it was again; hearing things when no one was speaking. Heechul smacked the side of his head. He had enough on his plate as it was. Sungmin smirked, pulling Heechul closer and whispering: "I can hear it too, don't worry."
So he wasn't crazy. Or maybe they both were. But at least he wasn't alone.
Sungmin groaned, his lips devouring Kyuhyun's roughly. And Heechul was opening his buttons, but he swore there was blood sliding down the men's mouths. He looked up quickly, mouth agape, only to find out he was right.
--TO BE CONTINUED--
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