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"You can bite me again, you know," Jungkook says. He's sprawled out across their shared bed, hair mussy and cheeks flushed, lips still parted from a sigh. Mingyu lets out a long-weathered groan against his skin, stilling above him at the sound.
Jungkook's pajama shirt is almost entirely undone. Mingyu's mouth hovers over the dip of his clavicle with his fingers paused over the final third of buttons.
When Mingyu's head tilts back up, his pupils are blown, darker than Jungkook has ever seen them, only accentuated in the lamplight. Months ago, he would've met Mingyu's gaze with barely concealed trepidation, but now he looks at him head-on, asking explicitly for danger.
"I mean it," Jungkook insists, presenting his neck with his head tilted back. He's been thinking about it for weeks now, coming down from the sharp-shooting pain thrumming through his skin.
Mingyu has dutifully avoided the subject each time, distracting Jungkook with less than chaste kisses or a spoonful of food, but he can't escape that vulnerability here.
Like a wounded animal, Mingyu stares back at Jungkook with knitted brows, eyes going soft and less inhuman.
Mingyu isn’t human. Once upon a time, he had been, just as clumsy and maybe less startlingly handsome, but his second life began decades before Jungkook’s began. Experiences he’ll never know build the walls that keep him out, protecting Jungkook from a hunger that lies in wait.
What Mingyu doesn’t know is that Jungkook wants it just as bad as it wants to devour him.
"Jungkook–" Mingyu opens his mouth to protest again, and Jungkook frowns, dragging one of Mingyu's hands from where it's slid down to his hip back up to his mouth, kissing the milky inside of his wrist.
"Mingyu."
He warms the skin there, lips ticking up at the shiver that jerks through. "Mingoo," Jungkook coos, pressing a soft kiss to the blue of his inner forearm, ignoring the way Mingyu tries to hold himself away.
The risks are unforgettable. A jagged burst of pain, sharp teeth digging into the side of his neck, the angry sear of lips and tongue over his carotid artery. Mingyu had pulled away with blood – his blood, Jungkook had realized dizzyingly – staining the circle of his mouth, down his chin.
"Jungkook-ah, you give me too much," Mingyu says, laden with self-deprecation and guilt.
"I wouldn't ask if I didn't know. I know you won't hurt me," Jungkook insists, tugging him down to slide their mouths together. Mingyu goes down relaxed, soft, and unhurried. He can feel the protest sitting behind his teeth, leg slotting between his in an attempt to distract him.
Ever since the confession, the distance between them has felt like an impossible expanse. The danger of knowing turns into the fear of loss, something that seems to bubble up more often than not.
The memory is iridescent, a shiny scar on Jungkook's neck forming a semi-circle.
The newness shifts control. Public confession, putting the secret in Jungkook’s hands. An unbeating heart bared and open.
Over half a century since his revival with no one to share his secret with, he had said. Jungkook can barely hold a secret for longer than two weeks.
And really, how do you respond when the person you're falling for reveals he's four times your age and the hunger he looks at you with is much more than carnal desire? Not an easy question to answer.
Jungkook's mother had always said he was a bit of a thrillseeker, but loving Mingyu… nothing has changed, yet everything has changed, now that he knows.
Including–
Mingyu’s eyes are cloudy with that burning hunger, the one that makes the hairs on his neck flag in caution. Were he to trace his tongue along the ridges of Mingyu's teeth, he'd feel the sharp catch of canines. A hidden predator right under his fingertips.
For all of the self-deprecation, there is so much about Mingyu that is so, so far from being a monster.
A loud protest escapes Mingyu when Jungkook's hands slide along the skin under his shirt. Jungkook cuts it short with a roll of his hips.
"Not enough touching.”
"Jungkook," Mingyu says as a warning that goes ignored as Jungkook moves to get him undressed. Jungkook's hands are warm against Mingyu's chilled skin, earning him a shaky gasp when he rocks up into him.
"It's fine," Jungkook sighs, echoing the distant weariness in Mingyu's tone. "You don't have to bite me." Sincerity creeps into his voice like a rising blush as his fingers tug at his waistband. His voice is raw, frayed at the edges.
"I want whatever you'll give me."
And whatever string that's been holding Mingyu back snaps.
Adrenaline kicks in as Jungkook finds himself face down, and Mingyu's lips are at his neck, hot tongue tracing along the vein, then curling around the shell of his ear. Unease settles in his stomach when Mingyu growls, securing him in place so he can't move away.
For all of Mingyu's previous protesting, he now sounds genuinely amused at Jungkook's reaction. Like a switch turning off.
"I could kill you so easily," he confirms low in his ear, pinning him down at the hips as if to drive the point home. "You understand that, right?"
Jungkook's arms are restrained behind his back, too. Fuck. Despite the shift, Jungkook can hear the tint of caution in Mingyu's voice, begging him to reconsider humoring the predator inside of him. To put this train of thought to rest.
His warning has the opposite effect.
Mingyu's mouth is warm and enticing, roving up and down his neck. It's a signal meant to prove how much stronger he is and just how dangerous he can be. However, the blood in Jungkook's body rushes south, and his body feels hot and tight all over, like a swarm of angry bees have entered his bloodstream.
Eyes fluttering shut, Jungkook lets out a ragged groan, squirming under Mingyu's body. Television static overtakes every coherent thought as he tries to rub against the mattress for some relief.
That gets his attention.
"I've barely touched you, Jungkook-ah, fuck," Mingyu mumbles against his skin, easing up on the pressure so he can move.
Jungkook whimpers, pushing back against Mingyu. He craves to be touched, and the nuzzling and the thumbs digging into the dimples above his hips aren't enough.
The memory of being bitten flies back to the front of his consciousness, as if grabbed from thin air.
It's like being dragged to the edge of a cliff, toeing the line of life and death. The final gasp before jumping off the ledge. The euphoria of flying, but never hitting the ground.
"Mingyu, Mingyu, please–" Jungkook lolls his head to the side, shuddering when he feels the slightest indent of teeth against his earlobe.
"Please, what?" Mingyu's hands are caressing up the curve of his spine, stopping at the base of his neck, holding him firm, but the room spins. When did it start spinning? Jungkook doesn't remember when his shirt came off, or when his sweats got shoved down, but Mingyu is there, all amber and honey and cinnamon-scented, breath hot at his ear.
A heavy fog sets in.
Pheromones, sedated with fear, an intrinsic reaction to a monster. Jungkook hadn't known how to respond at that moment, choosing heart over discomfort, over fear.
It's easy to forget that Mingyu isn't human until he's reminded like this, so viscerally.
He tries to push back against Mingyu, but he pulls his hips away with a soft hiss, leaving pointed kisses on the scars on Jungkook's neck.
Jungkook lets out a soft moan.
"Still want it?" Mingyu asks again. His voice is less saccharine this time, more concerned. It's the final out, Jungkook knows, but despite it all, the curiosity still wriggles at him.
Jungkook holds his breath for a beat before he answers. "Yes."
There is power in relinquishing control.
Mingyu's teeth sink into his neck, tongue tracing over where the skin breaks.
Succumbing to the feeling of sedation, Jungkook hears himself moan over the rhythmic pulsing in his ears, can feel the contrast of sharp teeth and gentle hands soothing his tensing muscles.
Jungkook feels the razor bursts of white heat even with the calming scent of Mingyu's skin taking over his senses.
Vampires release a scent to subdue their predators, to make them feel at ease, so there's less of a struggle when–
"I can feel how hard you are," he sighs into Jungkook's mouth. Some time while he was under, Mingyu had rolled him back onto his back, pushing him up the bed to alleviate the bleeding.
Jungkook's eyes are still finding focus, but he rolls them anyway while reaching for Mingyu's hand. He's groggy, but he's aching to be touched. Mingyu goes along without complaint, cupping Jungkook through the fabric, fingers dancing along the outline.
He's enthusiastic with his strokes, giggling as Jungkook's body bows toward him, a plant seeking the sun.
Jungkook traces the outline of Mingyu's bloodstained lips, unable to hold back a shiver when his tongue darts out to sweep over it.
"Wonder why that is," Jungkook says, throat tight.
Mingyu hums happily when their lips press back together, dragging his thumb up to flick against the crown, pad pressed into the damp fabric. Jungkook's tongue feels heavy in his mouth, sighing out a wrecked Mingyu, still trying to pull his head above water.
Above him, Mingyu is statue-still, looking helpless and smitten. In the unsubdued moments where Mingyu peels back to reveal the rawness underneath, Jungkook is reminded that he's not just a man, but he is a man all the same.
"You're so amazing," Mingyu says, so sincere Jungkook feels the words burrow into his chest and take root. Another piece of Mingyu he'll hold close to his heart. Somehow, color finds its way to his face, enough to stain his cheeks. It makes the grin on Mingyu's face wider. "Let me give back?"
Jungkook wants to protest that line of thinking to insist he's not owed anything, but it's silenced by Mingyu's lips back on his, tasting of copper and rust. It's strange tasting his own blood. The taste is diluted yet present on Mingyu's palette when his tongue slides into Jungkook's mouth. Languid and warm, he breaks the surface, clinging to Mingyu as if close isn't close enough.
"Gyu," Jungkook whimpers, rocking up against his leg. Mingyu groans, leaning over to run the flat of his tongue against the still-bleeding wound. He's always had a sensitive neck, but the aching bite mark heightens the flash of want that flares through him as Mingyu starts to descend.
"You're impossible," he mumbles, dipping down the planes of Jungkook's chest. "So impossible, honey,” Mingyu repeats. Jungkook doesn't think to ask what he means. His fingers hook into Jungkook's waistband, tugging his underwear off in a fluid motion before pushing Jungkook's legs further apart, crawling between them.
Mingyu's eyes glint, lips gluing to the inside of Jungkook's thigh. Jungkook inhales sharply through his nose, fingers gripping through Mingyu's hair with another exhale of his name.
Mingyu kisses the sensitive skin with intent, sucking it between his teeth. He bites down, not enough to break the surface, but enough that it makes Jungkook squirm under his hands.
"Stop moving, or I'll bite you again," he teases, fingers digging into the uppermost part of Jungkook's muscular thighs.
"You say that like it's a bad thing," Jungkook giggles. It's a knee-jerk response, but would it be so bad? To give himself to Mingyu like that?
That captures Mingyu's attention, contemplative this time. Then the hands at his thighs are yanking him further down the bed, ignoring the yelp of surprise that's sure to wake their neighbors.
"Would you want that?" Mingyu says it so quietly that Jungkook almost misses it. Were it not for the soft puff of incredulous laughter against his thigh, he wouldn't have sensed it at all.
"Do you want me to bite you?"
The dissipating haze comes back thicker, weighed with crackling arousal, agonizing desire.
Mingyu's irises have gone black with lust, activating Jungkook's fight or flight instinct again. The intensity of his gaze is staggering and unblinking, even with the soft and familiar grin on his lips.
Mingyu breaks the line, ducking down to suck the head of his leaking cock into his mouth. "I'm not going to let you answer that, actually," he says, taking him further in.
If Jungkook had felt dizzy before, he's fully off-balance with Mingyu's head between his thighs, warming hands kneading at his ass. His legs pull up, muscles tense and rigid as Mingyu sucks, hollowing his cheeks as he pushes down, letting Jungkook settle at the back of his throat. Even less inhibited, it dawns on him how easy it would be for Mingyu to lose control like this.
Naked and vulnerable, with only mutual trust to protect him.
A breath catches in his throat in time with a flick of tongue.
The post-bite fog has mostly faded away, and the full weight of his desire hits like a train barreling at full-speed. He doesn't want to come like this, but it's so easy to tip over the edge when the person going down on you doesn't need to breathe.
"Shit," Jungkook groans, fraying at the edges, feet kicking under his body. Every reaction makes Mingyu glow, practically vibrating with happiness below him. The hands at his ass travel back up to his hips, squeezing encouragingly. He doesn't need to be told to know what Mingyu wants, and Jungkook thrusts his hips up, body going tense. Mingyu's mouth is soft and wet, his throat is constricting and warm, and the fight to stave off release has never been so real. It only gets harder when Mingyu pulls off to trail his tongue down the length of his shaft, bringing his mouth down further south.
Jungkook feels like he's breathing for two with how his chest rapidly heaves and sinks, back arching to get closer.
"Gyu," Jungkook grabs into his hair, but his other hand falls beside him, grappling for anything to hold onto.
The tender contrast of fingers weaving through his with the slightest catch of teeth on his inner thigh soothed by tongue pulls him closer, and Jungkook lets out a soft wail, tugging Mingyu up.
"W-want, please, Mingyu–" He can't find the words he's looking for, but Mingyu's mouth returns to his in an instant, caressing every inch of skin he can touch.
"I know, baby."
He used to think that Mingyu could read his mind, a theory that he had laughed off with you're watching too much TV, Jungkook-ah, but when a wet finger prods at his entrance, he's entirely sure that he's lying through his stupid pointy fangs.
Mingyu's face is red, his borrowed blood telling a truth he can't hide. Still, he manages a smug grin, pressing a finger against Jungkook's rim.
"You're so easy to read," Mingyu explains easily, drinking the moan that pours out of him. Dislodged and prone, it doesn't take much for Jungkook to start begging for more. His wish gets granted gradually, feeling undone when Mingyu's fingers curve inside of him, finding his prostate.
"There we go," Mingyu murmurs into Jungkook's sweat-sticky hair, pushing his free hand through before gripping it. Jungkook's head tilts back again, feeling submissive to the waves of pleasure threatening to pull him offshore.
Mingyu's eyes are a playful bright brown, a jarring contrast from the solid black. Jungkook wrinkles his nose, face turning petal pink when Mingyu kisses his neck again. "Do you want more?" A stupid question. Has Jungkook ever wanted less?
His fingers curl around the tip of Mingyu's cock, giving him a few dry tugs before Mingyu grasps behind him for the tube. The pump bottle is almost empty, but Jungkook's heart is full, looking up at Mingyu as he coaxes gasps out of him with his fingers as he slicks himself up with his free hand.
Jungkook feels incoherent when he opens his mouth, hissing expletives, and Mingyu's answering smile only makes the flush in his cheeks grow darker. The wet sounds make them share a laugh, a moment of immaturity before Mingyu is sinking into him, inch by inch.
The air rips from his lungs, either from how Mingyu stares at him with words that always seem to be brimming at the tip of their tongues, but they're both too cowardly to say, or how overwhelmed and undone Jungkook feels from being dragged to the edge several times over.
"You okay?" Mingyu says, sounding strained and just as ruined as Jungkook feels. Not trusting himself to speak, he nods tightly, wrapping his legs around Mingyu's waist and leaning up to press a kiss over his unbeating heart.
When they start to move together, he can feel that he won't last.
Sure enough, when Mingyu's tongue traces around the outline of the bite on his neck, Jungkook feels his vision go blurry. "S'good" is the most he can manage without feeling like choking on air. The sensation of being completely surrounded returns, this time, less like an animal in a trap but more like a stasis. Being suspended in adoration.
The risks Jungkook takes every time he lets Mingyu in to carry another piece of him away are never lost on him. But he also doesn't forget how much Mingyu has given.
Jungkook is the furthest from fragile, but there is sacrifice in loving someone who is easily killable. And with the scent of a vampire all over him, he is a walking target and curiosity.
Every time Mingyu lets him in, he carries another secret away, another piece of the mythology he was happy to believe didn't exist. They both have everything to lose.
"I didn't think I would ever want more with you," Mingyu had admitted, and it stings, but in the beginning, none of this had meant anything. Was supposed to mean anything. Two people in each other's orbit, two stars colliding. The everything else… purely happenstance.
From what Jungkook understands, the relationships between humans and vampires have remained symbiotic and not romantic even as the lines between the words blur, and certainly not something that feels a lot like...
Mingyu pulls Jungkook's legs onto his shoulders, holding him at the hips as he pistons into him, knowing that he's not going to last. Jungkook tries his best to meet his thrusts, but his body screams at him to stop moving. The only sound in the room is Jungkook's ragged breathing, the thunk thunk thunk of his headboard against the wall, and the slap of skin against skin.
"'m close," he hisses out, and Mingyu runs his thumb over the head of Jungkook's cock, smearing the pre-cum over the tip. "Then come, baby."
Jungkook does then, hard, in loose spurts, painting the front of his abdomen with white, smearing between them as Mingyu chases his own orgasm, telling Jungkook how good he feels and how he feels so lucky to have someone so beautiful, so perfect.
He comes with his face pressed into Jungkook's neck, hands fisted on either side of his body.
Cleaning up is a miserable task, but they make do, dragging tender kisses across each other's bodies as they shower. Jungkook lets himself get back hugged, humming softly to himself as Mingyu cleans the dried blood from his neck.
"Would you ever want–" Mingyu starts, but his mouth audibly snaps shut, swiftly changing the subject. Jungkook can hear the way that sentence hangs, and it makes him feel off-balance. That feeling of more than comes back, as he considers the answer.
The promise of forever feels like an imbalanced reciprocation of feelings, but he lets Mingyu kiss him again. And reconsiders.