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It shouldn’t be exciting to hunt, Jake has been doing this for three centuries. But for some reason he’s sure he can feel his heart beating, the thrill that flows through his body is exhilarating.
It’s probably because of his new target.
Jake has always liked shiny, fancy, new things, the materialistic type. But hidden inside of him was always the hopeless romantic. He clearly remembers all the people he’s loved in his un-lifetime. But this was different.
This wasn't anything like the cutesy fluttery fleeting feeling he felt with his first love, Sunghoon. It wasn't like the admiration he had for his maker, Sunoo. Wasn’t like the lust he felt for Jay, couldn’t compare to the adoration for Riki. And nothing close to the comfortability with Jungwon.
This was different, this was… all of it.
This boy looked ethereal. The way he ran up and down the court, faking to the side and throwing the ball smoothly through the net, left Jake with a fluttery feeling in his pit. Jake deeply admired the way he moved with grace and power. His lust for the man's blood wasn’t like anything he’d ever felt, he needed more than just blood. The way the boy stayed distant from everyone made Jake comfortable— the basketball player was very obviously not interacting with other human’s, just like the perfect victim to turn. Jake only missed adoration.
The boy finished his routine on the court, standing before the judges with no remorse, he seemed unapologetic, he didn’t even flinch when his name got announced loudly over the speakers. He was confident, he was like a vampire already. He was like a weapon.
“Thank you contestant, 151011. Another great try-out, give it up for Lee Heeseung.” The athlete bowed, the sound of synced applause bouncing off the walls of the basketball court, catching a ball thrown at him with precision, bowing elegantly while balancing the ball on his finger.
That’s when Jake decides that he needs this man as soon as physically possible. How long did it take for humans to fall in love, again? Stupid humans and their tangible feelings, they should do things, just because, more. Jake will need to have this athlete crazed over him, like poor Jungwon. He lost his way, that one, became too obsessed with pleasing the dark side, vampirism, praised Jay like a god, and soon became overconsumed by his own insanity. Jake still always loved the squirming reaction of humans when Jake first creeps into their heads.
So he entered his mind, his soul concerningly easy to penetrate, like he was waiting for it, “Congrats, Heeseung-ie,” he spoke with a mocking tone, ready to see the tan-skinned boy look around frantically, Jake was watching the red haired man like a hawk. However he never reacted, didn’t seem to care, or it just didn’t work.
He came down from the bleachers, waiting at the entrance of the changing rooms. Heeseung came around the corner, his eyes unsurprised to see Jake waiting.
“If you’re here for Sunoo, tell him I don’t want to see him anymore.” Sunoo. That would explain the complete indifference when Jake seeped into his head. He can’t believe Sunoo’s in Chicago and wouldn’t even greet him.
“I’m not.” Jake’s voice calls out through the inner workings of Heeseung’s body.
“If you’re another stalker, I’m warning you nicely, fuck off. And get out of my head, it’s not nice.” He spoke indifferently. Jake glared at him, no pathetic human ever spoke to him like that. Like they could conquer Jake. He wanted to read Heeseung’s mind, possess his very being by haunting his thoughts, but it was completely empty.
What the heck, is this human.
“Are you perhaps, stupid?” Jake simply asks, as he follows the muscled figurine inside the changing room.
Heeseung scoffs, almost like a low grunt, “I just make my brain empty, for blood sucking idiots like you.”
Heeseung said, his voice flat and cold. Jake stepped into the dim light, amused. "You have a lot of confidence for prey."
Heeseung stepped closer, stopping just inches from the barrier. He looked Jake up and down with eyes devoid of fear, filled only with disdain.
"I’m done with creatures like you," he sneered, his breath fogging in the air. "Get out, you rat."
Jake felt a flare of anger he hadn't felt in decades. Rat? He was a god of the night. He should tear this boy apart. He should drain him dry outside on the pristine white ice.
“Falling in love with Sunoo, wasn’t all that great then?” Jake asked, obvious in his sarcastic tone. Pushing to get some sort of reaction out of what should be a trembling, anxious human.
“He knows Sunoo? Fuck— stupid, mind reading.” Heeseung’s thoughts spoke out, echoing through his otherwise empty brain-chamber. Jake’s smirk grew, bingo, he got through to him, see? Humans were simple. It’s always about love, lust or money.
Heeseung winces at the realization of Jake’s perfect trap, “Forget it, leave me alone.” Heeseung grunted out, throwing his sports bag over his shoulder in one smooth motion, letting it hang over his back, he turned to open the door. But Jake was faster, slowing time, to take two big strides, to block the skater’s exit.
"Did you really think I could just stand by and watch you disappear?" Jake whispered as Heeseung let his head hang down, with despair— or annoyance. He then held his head back up high, his eyes cold as they burned through Jake’s motionless heart, his desire turned into something darker, as Heeseung’s expression maintained unchanged.
He’s handsome, Jake thought, the realization hitting him like a physical blow. He’s perfect.
He watched Heeseung’s brow cock up, confidently, challenging, a small grin started forming on his tall, beautifully carved and shaped face seemingly trying to tear Jake’s great divinity apart, yet he held together. Jake’s heart, usually static, frozen in place, began to beat toward the darkness of his own desire.
"Tell me all your deepest…” Jake murmured from the shadows.
Heeseung scoffed, his expression turning agitated, “What? All my bad desires."
Jake’s expression turned mortified, never has any human guessed the words out of his mouth right. Never has a human held such a chokehold on him. He let out a breath, physically shocked— his inner drive becoming more weak, turning human with each humiliation, degradation.
Heeseung shoved past Jake, holding the door open to let him out, “I’ve heard that one before.” Right, Sunoo, he despises that stupid guy. He despises him, more than Jake loves him.
Jake follows Heeseung behind like a lost puppy, he needs to be at this human’s side, until he can figure out what’s wrong with him. And that normally only works by doing one thing. Honesty, building trust and then breaking it as quickly as it was formed.
“He made me,”
Heeseung turned on his heels, his balance perfectly coordinated to stop right in his tracks in front of the taller.
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A cold sticky feeling rushed down Jake’s hand, the popsicle he was holding, melting from the warmth of his body. That was concerning.
Not nearly concerning enough to stop entertaining the cultivating man next to him. Heeseung would become his.
“Did it hurt?”
Jake turns his head, cocks it cutely in the way humans always liked. He shall seduce, he shall win his heart over. Jake was starved, not only for blood—
“Getting turned?” He asks, but Heeseung’s expression turns slightly pitiful. Jake hates that, he should be idolized, worshipped. He was an all powerful apex-hunter, he was enigmatic, whatever could be pitiful about him.
“Getting turned, just to find out that dick, is completely head over heels for another.” Heeseung finishes off, when Jake keeps silent.
Jake smiles, he remembers all too clearly, it had hurt sure, but it wasn’t nearly as great as the pain of overcoming his desires. Besides, Jake never loved Sunoo, not in the way Sunghoon could. He had a crush on Sunghoon as well, and wanted to get destroyed by his esteemed powers, but it never came close to the affection Sunoo had for Sunghoon. In a fucked up way they turned into this sick family. His adoptive brothers they used to joke, like they hadn’t fucked each other useless multiple times in Jake’s coffin.
“I liked his husband more than Sunoo. But it didn’t matter to me, they loved me both differently,” Jake eventually settled on, hopefully lightening the mood, since humans were never really able to handle the full truth. Heeseung nodded, like he understood.
“Sunghoon never bat an eye to me,” Heeseung breathed out, sighing as he dropped his ice cream bottle in a nearby trash can. Holding out a hand for Jake to take to stand from where he was lunged on the curb.
Jake took his hand like the offer from Sunoo— Follow him, and you would be blessed with eternal life. Maybe this time Jake searched for something different.
“It means, he likes you, he gets shy and thus avoidant— vampires are wired differently.” Jake states, like it’s obvious, because to him it was. He watched Heeseung with precision, would this change anything? Would he run back, be Sunoo and Sunghoon’s next victim until they sucked out all the happiness, vibrant feelings, life— blood, out him as well?
Would he sacrifice himself for the feeling of getting worshipped by the emotionless, for feeling wanted by the honored, the ones held high on a pedestal? The kings of the eternal darkness.
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Instead of Heeseung giving Jake any reason to believe he still wanted Sunoo or Sunghoon, he gave him a reason he wanted Jake. Trapped under his gaze, Jake laid pliant in Heeseung’s silk— fancy human?— sheets.
Jake's eyes gleamed in the dim light of their shared bedroom, the velvet curtains drawn tight against the moon's intrusive desireful red light. Heeseung hunched over him, arms at each side of Jake’s head, shirt already discarded, his human skin flushed with intoxicating warmth that Jake craved like an animal craves humanity.
His vampire's fangs ached beneath his lips, a subtle throb that echoed the deeper, louder hunger twisting in his gut.
He is a light's incarnate, Jake thought, a flame that dances without burning, pure and untainted. Would he still be here if he met the beast within him, the eternal void that devours light forever? Discard Jake how he’d discarded Jake’s maker and lover.
Heeseung kissed and bit over Jake’s collarbone, right where Sunoo had forever changed the trajectory of his life— undead life.
His hands stayed firm on Jake's waist, gripping at him back with a confidence that made the vampire's cock twitch in anticipation.
“I've got you tonight,” Heeseung murmured, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers through Jake's undead veins. He straddled Jake's hips, grinding down slowly, the friction of his hardening bulge against Jake's stirring a fire that no eternal chill could extinguish. Jake's hands roamed up Heeseung's thighs, to his ass, gripping at the muscle there, but he yielded, letting the human take control—for now.
Obsession bloomed through his body like venom, like need.
Heeseung leaned down, capturing Jake's mouth in a bruising kiss, tongues sliding together with urgent need. He tugged at Jake's pants, yanking them open to free the vampire's thick cock, already leaking pre-cum at the tip.
“Pretty boy’s so hard for me,” Heeseung growled, wrapping his hand around the shaft and stroking firmly, thumb circling the head. Jake groaned, hips bucking up into the touch, his mind fracturing with hopeful visions— Heeseung's ass clenching around him later, begging for more, while Jake's fangs grazed that delicate, empty canvas for a neck.
Desire whispered, gnawingly, as Jake felt his body tingle all over, eternal and insatiable. Could Heeseung’s soul, so radiant, entwine with Jake’s darkness without shattering? Could they stay like this forever?
Not wasting time, Heeseung shed his own clothes, his cock springing free, veined and throbbing. He slicked his rim, diligently with lube from the nightstand, “I don’t need it.” Jake whined. Why was he so desperate? Why did he have the need to feel Heeseung completely— raw.
Jake pushed Heeseung to the bed, making sure he gave Heeseung a taste of what his powers were capable of. Making sure, he let Heeseung know— he was in control. Jake straddled Heeseung leaning forward to lick at his neck, smoothly positioning over Heeseung's length.
“Watch me take you,” he commanded, sinking down inch by inch, his tight heat enveloping Heeseung's cock in a vise of velvet warmth. Heeseung's eyes rolled back, a hiss escaping as Jake bottomed out, ass full and stretched. The human’s hands dug into Jake's hips, guiding the rhythm as the vampire began to ride him, lifting and slamming down with forceful thrusts.
Each bounce sent jolts of pleasure through Heeseung, his balls tightening, obsessed with the way Jake's muscles flexed, sweat glistening on his pure skin. Head hanging back as moans escaped his red lips, hands leaning all his weight on Heeseung’s chest.
I’ll ride him the predatory way like how I am, like I’ll own him, desire pooling like blood in moonlight, but the monster stirs, yearning to flip the tide. Would he love the fangs that pierce, the hunger that claims?
Jake's pace quickened, his cock slapping against Heeseung's stomach with every downward plunge, pre-cum smearing between them. He reached back, fondling Heeseung's balls, squeezing just enough to draw a guttural moan from the vampire.
“You like that? Being fucked like this? I can be a good boy, make you feel good always.’’ Jake panted, desperately chasing his high, leaning forward to nip at Heeseung's earlobe. Maybe his neck next? Heeseung nodded, lost in the sensation, but then a heartbeat. Pounding within him— the victim Jake wasn’t ready to take— began to awaken.
His thrusts up met Jake's, harder, deeper, until the vampire’s rhythm faltered, gasps turning to whimpers. With a surge of strength, Heeseung flipped them over, pinning Jake beneath him without pulling out. The human's eyes widened, a mix of surprise and arousal, but he didn't resist.
“Beg me,” Heeseung whispered, voice husky like he was the one restraining himself. He pulled back almost fully, then slammed in deep, fucking Jake's ass with relentless force. Jake arched, crying out, his cock trapped between their bodies, rubbing against Heeseung's abdomen.
The vampire's mind raced with explicit cravings— beg him until he breaks, get filled with his seed, then sink my teeth into that throbbing vein, tasting the purity as it spills. Heeseung angled his hips, hitting that spot inside Jake that made him clench and moan, legs easily wrapping around Heeseung's waist.
And Jake’s centuries worth of self-taught restraint should have made him put Heeseung in his place, his godly being should have let Heeseung know, he was never the one to beg, he should be begged at.
Something in Jake gave in.
“Harder, Heeseung—fuck me,” Jake demanded, hands clawing at the Heeseung’ back, drawing thin lines of blood that made Jake go insane. Heeseung obliged, pounding faster, the slap of skin echoing like the heartbeat he no longer abided by, a different desire calling out to Jake instead.
He could feel how Heeseung’s release built, cock swelling inside the tight heat, and how he held back, drawing out Jake's pleasure first. Jake's body tensed, his cock pulsing as he came untouched, ropes of cum splattering across his chest and Heeseung's skin.
The sight seemed to push Heeseung over the edge. He thrust deep one last time, burying himself to the hilt as he unloaded, hot spurts filling Jake's ass, marking Jake— when it should’ve been the other way around— from the inside. Collapsing forward, Heeseung nuzzled Jake's neck, a place that Jake needed to be— if he was ready yet.
Jake’s obsession is eternal, his desire unending, Heeseung was the first of many who had slept with Jake to stay— at peace. Heeseung pulled him closer, whispering affirmations that soothed the doubts, their bodies tangled in the afterglow.
It was when Heeseung almost fell asleep with Jake’s arm draped over his chest that he dared ask, “Why did you bed with me, if your soul seeks peace away from us vampires?”
He could see the faint smile forming on the human’s face, “You’re different.”
Heeseung falls into a deep slumber soon after that, body giving out what Jake could endure. The vampire is long gone, like he always was, but somehow his mind still lingered. How was Jake any different from the many beasts roaming the earth—from his maker’s? He wandered through the bustling streets of Hongdae, as his curiosity kept wondering of a certain, vampire-like human.
But that was all Heeseung really was, like a vampire— but still human at the end of a mortal day, too pure to deal with the monstrous needs. Too soft and delicate to handle Jake being the same as other vampires. Jake was worse than Sunghoon, more feared than Sunoo.
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It’s another tournament Jake is watching. The underdog contestant of this week, being blood type AB+, coincidentally his favorite.
He watched and waited, not like how he used to hunt as a newly-turned, he was more timeworn now, tired in the way, that he felt too mature to still chase after his prey, instead of making them come to him.
The man walks into an aisle, wanting to take a shortcut through the backdoor of the gymnasium to reach the changing rooms swiftly. However in the shadows lurked danger, he moved diligently, fast. Waiting patiently for the perfect moment to strike, he needed this win.
He tripped over Jake’s careful trap, offering his hand in solace, “You have to watch out, sir, ‘specially in dark alleys like these.” He smiled, helping him up to her feet, he smiled back nodding a slight bow as he wiped his knee clean.
“I know… at least I met someone safe like you, thanks bro.”
Jake cackled, his hold strengthening on the man, pushing his back against the wall behind them.
“Trust no one,” he whispered, softly biting the man’s ear, a warning. He screamed, pure fear exhilarated off his body as he trembled and shook to get Jake off of him. To no use, though, Jake enjoyed this the most, hearing their heartbeat quicken before everything became silent by the crunch of his bite.
His teeth seeped through his neck with ease, as the taste of sweet copper filled his senses. His blood was even more delicious because of the way his heart pumped out more fresh blood, anxiety is where Jake’s powers and use originate. He aches for the thrill, and is roughly pulled toward the need for tasty blood.
How would Heeseung feel if he saw him in these moments, if he knew he wanted nothing more for this guy to be Heeseung himself and to turn him into his lifelong companion. To hold, to kiss, to salvage after.
He wanted nothing more than Heeseung, but did Heeseung want him? Did he want the monster that hungers for Heeseung’s own death?
Jake finds himself seated in the nosebleed of the gym again, staring as Heeseung finishes off his routine. How pure is Heeseung really, would he still like vampires if he saw their grotesque existence up close? If Jake brought him a present.
“You killed him,”
Jake nodded, pride scorching through his being. He looked at the golden trophy glistening in Heeseung’s hands. “So you could win,” He answered.
“Do you not think I’m great enough to win by myself, what kind of mockery is this?” Heeseung answered agitated, his mind filled with scenes of getting payback at Jake. They never were able to fully handle it, Jake was right, all humans were the same.
Jake simply tells Heeseung what he told himself, “It was all for you—” Jake tried, wanting to see how much more of Jake Heeseung would take, and how long it took for him to kick him out of his brain.
Heeseung walked off the court, taking off his jersey with a short tug. Walking past his manager with outrage. Jake could still hear his whisper from miles away. “Don’t fool yourself, Jake-yah, it was your own desire.”
His body vibrated into a group of flocking bats, reforming together as soon as Jake proudly stood in Heeseung's locker room as the human walked in.
He nodded, “You’re finally learning, we don’t change, and we’re not different.” he said, voice low. Treading softly, carefully, wanting to experience Heeseung’s likely outburst with all his attention.
Heeseung sighed, stepping into Jake’s space, his hands cupping Jake’s cheek softly, “You know, very well that’s not true.” He pressed a kiss to Jake’s lips, his body melting into it. Heeseung had a bad effect on him.
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They sat on the benches late one night. Heeseung was nursing a bruised knee, worrying about his longevity in the sport. He was twenty-six. In athletical years, he was already old, dying.
Jake watched him, the decision heavy in his chest.
“Don't you think you should be a vampire, you’re like one already, anyway.”
Heeseung gave him a dumbfounded look. “I have a job, something I actually like— not just for the money.”
"You can still play as a vampire," Jake said suddenly, breaking the silence. "Just not until the light of day is gone. But those fluorescent lights are great. They don't hurt us."
Heeseung looked up, blinking. "I like the day though. I like the way the sun burns and turns orange on the street courts."
"You can fly as well," Jake added quickly, eager to sell the idea. "So you can cheat in dunking. You'd never fall again. You could do a 3-meter jump if you wanted."
Heeseung frowned, offended. "I don't like cheating. I work hard for my skills. It wouldn't mean anything if I just floated."
Jake felt his lips forming a pout. He huffed, crossing his arms over his chest, looking like a petulant child rather than an ancient creature of the night. He had offered ultimate power, and Heeseung was worried about the integrity of basket ball.
"Spit it out already, what?" Heeseung asked, agitated by the attitude.
Jake looked at the floor, averting his eyes in embarrassment. The vulnerability burned him more than sunlight.
"I just thought it would be nice if you were to live forever with me," Jake spat out, his voice fast and low.
"We're destined to be together, I can feel it. I don't want to watch you grow old and die while I stay here."
Silence stretched between them. The hum of the ice resurfacer in the distance was the only sound.
Then, Heeseung let out a soft breath. "You could've just led with that then."
Jake looked up, eyes wide. "Really?"
Heeseung stood up, wincing slightly on his bad knee, and offered a hand to Jake. "No."
“What— I thought?” Heeseung smiled, waving his hand as a reminder, for Jake to take. He pulled himself up with the help of Heeseung, despite the strength his body owned with the powers of the dark side.
“Why don’t you stay with me? As a human.”
Jake pulled him closer, a hug. His fangs descended, sharp and aching. He huffed, head falling back onto the shorter man’s shoulder. “And how would you do that?”
Jake could hear a small chuckle surface through Heeseung’s mind, then his pulse quickening, lastly a singular thought— You didn’t bite… I love you, too.
What was happening to Jake, was he seriously considering giving up his being for this guy?
“Sunoo has told me stuff, things like zing’s— Sunghoon is his, right?”
Jake stood up right, his eyes, scanning the human’s face for any lies. Sure, Jake has heard of zings, he just didn’t think they’d actually be real, just thought love as a vampire was a choice, thought that was way more beautiful than having someone fated to you.
He nods anyway— “Probably.”
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Jake finds himself back in Sunoo’s estate, even after his promise 350 years ago. I will make way in the world, I will find someone, someone I don't have to share.
Sunoo handed him a cup of crimson goodness, type AB+, just how he liked it. “Thanks.”
Sunoo nods before taking a seat next to Sunghoon, hand quickly finding its way onto the younger’s thigh.
“You’ve kept your promise.” Sunghoon spoke for Sunoo, it was truly unsettling even after having been part of them for years. They truly knew each other inside-out.
Jake blinks, he knows Sunoo and Sunghoon already understand that it means he’s not looking to talk about it— they knew him too well. “So how does it work?”
Sunoo smirked, his teeth showing slightly as his eyes turned teasing, he still finds Jake cute. He looks at Sunghoon for some kind of confirmation, he smiles back as well, a little too lovingly, Jake secretly misses them loving him.
Sunghoon’s voice echoed through his mind, he starts to understand Heeseung, it is truly agonizing. “You really are ready, sweetheart.” his voice calls out soft, saved only for him. “We get that you might not want to talk about it, but love is one of the greatest things, even as our vampiric natures try to deny it.”
Sunghoon tells him, and Jake knows that Sunoo shares the same sentiment, because that’s just how Sunoo and Sunghoon worked. His maker might not be able to seep into his mind, but if Sunghoon could, it had no relevance that he wasn’t able to, because they shared one mind, one soul, one heart. He wants that too.
He wants this— the connection, the devotion, the romance, the domestically of it all. He wants forever, with Heeseung.
“Your maker bites you, and if he’s truly your zing, you’ll be reborn.” Sunghoon explains, he lays back from where he was leaning forward with his elbows on his knees, into Sunoo’s hold, a proud smile forming on both their faces, that was never good.
Sunghoon’s voice cut through again, his eyes deadpanning to Heeseung with slight attraction. “The question is…”
Fuck.
“Whether I’ll allow it.” Sunoo finishes off, as Sunghoon hands him a cup of blood— and from what Jake can smell, type O-, since Sunoo was always fancy like that— to his lips. The younger vampire quenches his thirst easily, and presses a kiss to Sunghoon’s cheek, leaving a bloody lip stain that could simply pass as lipstick.
Sunghoon looks back at Jake and Heeseung, on the opposite side of them. His eyes turning from deep love to something a little less like grief.
“Are you sure, we can’t persuade you— both, to stay with us. Live a grand life.”
Jake shakes his head, “I’m doing this, I’m committing to my promises.” Sunoo winces, he knows it was the wrong thing to say, they’d take it personal, since they couldn’t keep their promises.
Heeseung suddenly took his hand, gripping hard. “Why won’t you let us want each other, be happy like you.” his thoughts spoke out, loud, bouncing off against his skull, as if, it was said multiple times, each time a little louder, more convincing.
Sunoo's eyes looked convinced, he was always just a big softie. Especially if it came to things like, love, the Sunghoon-effect, Jay, Jungwon and himself would joke, before they left, together. Deciding that they loved each other so much, they didn’t want it to die down with the slow passing time of eternity. Jake remembers holding a 74-year old Jungwon, crying at Jay’s funeral. Remembers thinking it was beautiful.
He remembers the tears he’d spilled when Jungwon left soon after— about 12 years later. Remembers Sunghoon holding him, like he did when Riki had passed. “They made their love worthwhile, you should be happy for them.” Sunghoon had consoled.
But most importantly he remembers the look Sunoo gave Jay when he begged for him, to them Jungwon and him go. It looks very similar to the look he gives Jake at this moment. He gives a smile back at Heeseung, we did it, they’ll let us. He tries to convey, he doesn’t know if his neutral vampiric nature lets him.
Before Jake could even register it, Sunoo was glooming over his shoulder from behind. “A zing, isn’t real Jake-yah. You’ve finally learned what it takes to choose love— and its sacrifice.” Sunoo says, before carefully placing a hand on the side of his neck, Jake bares his neck toward Sunoo’s face.
He’s getting deja vu, there’s one big factor, that makes it different— and worthwhile.
Heeseung's smile, "Your fate will soon turn black." before Sunoo bit down his neck, again.
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Jake gasped, his hands gripping Heeseung’s shoulders, his nails digging in. Blood, stark and red, dripped onto the pristine white sheets— a vivid reminder that he still needed to cut his monstrous vampire nails.
An overwhelming rush flooding his body— every nerve alight, every sensation amplified in ways his vampiric existence had dulled to a distant hum. This is fullness, he thought, the words tumbling through his mind in an endless cascade, Heeseung's cock stretches him wide, filling every inch of his ass with a heat that sears, Jake can feel it all— raw, deep, unrelenting, alive.
Heeseung thrust deeper, his hips snapping forward with controlled power, burying his thick length inside Jake's tight hole. The newly-turned human's body arched, a whimper escaping his lips as the intrusion hit that spot deep within, sending sparks exploding up his spine.
Jake's own cock, was hard, throbbing and leaking a little more against his stomach with each movement, untouched but aching from the sheer intensity of being taken.
Different, he felt so fucking different, his thoughts spiraled. As a vampire, he’d fucked like a predator— cold precision, desire being a turmoil for a calculated hunt, sensations muted by the curse's numbness, and yet trying to reach some kind of climax anyway.
But now? Now he feels every slide of Heeseung’s shaft dragging friction that builds and builds, his walls clenching around him involuntarily, pulling him in deeper. More full, more everything— heart pounding in my chest like it might burst, blood rushing hot where it once stagnated.
“Fuck, Jake, you're so tight,” Heeseung groaned, his voice rough as he leaned down, capturing Jake's mouth in a messy kiss. Tongues tangled, Heeseung's hand sliding between them to wrap around Jake's cock, stroking in time with his thrusts.
The dual sensations made Jake's vision blur, his nails scraping harder into Heeseung's shoulders, drawing more thin scratch marks. He bucked up, meeting each plunge, his ass lifting off the sheets to take Heeseung fuller, deeper.
Vampiric nights were all but memories now. Orgasms that were sharp but hollow, like biting into a neck. Here, with Heeseung, it's alive— his girth splitting Jake open, the nerves around his prostate sending sparks flying all the way to his gut, building pressure that's almost too much, too real.
Heeseung presses a cold hand low on his stomach, the cold feeling against his hot skin making him hiss. “Look at how your tummy bulges to fit me.” Heeseung coos, making Jake’s desire stir into a high-pitched moan.
Heeseung's pace quickened, pounding into Jake with wet slaps of skin on skin, his balls slapping against his ass. with the impact of his trusts. Jake's legs wrapped around Heeseung's waist, heels digging into his back, urging him on. The room filled with their gasps and moans.
Jake's mind raced, a relentless feeling of love, tightening in his chest. He’s become more sensitive, more vulnerable— Heeseung’s cockhead nudging at Jake’s depths, veins pulsing against his inner walls, pre-cum slicking the way so he glides in smoother, harder. Jake’s nipples harden under the weight of Heeseung’s chest, skin flushing hot, cock weeping in his fist.
He cried out as Heeseung angled his hips, hammering that sweet spot relentlessly, each hit sending jolts that made Jake's toes curl. His hand pumped faster on Jake's shaft, thumb swiping over the slit to spread the leaking fluid.
“Come for me, baby. Let me feel you squeeze around my dick,” Heeseung demanded, nipping at Jake's jaw. The words ignited something primal, but nothing like his vampire self.
Jake's body tensed, his release crashing over him like a wave he'd never learned how to swim as a brooding monster. Cum shot from his cock in thick ropes, splattering Heeseung's hand and their stomachs, his ass clenching rhythmically around the invading length.
Dopamine shot through his body, shocking him numb. Vampire climaxes were spikes, brief, clinical releases. This? This is a flood, ripping through every muscle, leaving him shuddering, exposed, completely spent but still feeling the aftershocks, the way his hole flutters, the way Heeseung was milking him, thrusting harder, more desperate to cum as well.
Heeseung— like some promise their hearts had made, without them knowing— followed soon after, thrusting erratically before burying deep, his cock pulsing as he filled Jake's ass with hot spurts of cum. He collapsed forward, breathing heavy against Jake's neck, their bodies slick and tangled.
Heeseung kissed his temple softly, pulling out with a wet sound, cum leaking from Jake's stretched hole onto the soft sheets. They lay there, entwined, the human warmth a new kind of obsession for Jake to unravel.
Jake decides that even though his still clenching ass misses Heeseung’s fullness. Fullness wasn’t just physical; it was an emotion, tying Jake to Heeseung, tying their bond, without a bite, but with a feeling, a choice.
Love.
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It’s been 371 days since Jake’s vampiric existence— his one true biggest sin, vanished. He thought his human days would be more worthwhile. But Jake finds himself laying in bed, scrolling away at his new phone, like that’d make his— now numbered— days count. Heeseung throws a lazy arm over him as he turns with a grunt, mumbling something that Jake can understand as: your phone is too bright, I’m tryna sleep.
He takes the hint, and puts his phone on his nightstand, shifting downwards back into the sheets. He combs through Heeseung’s hair, pressing a soft kiss to his temple.
Being human— again— was different, he didn’t feel the burning desire, gnawing at his vampire-self all the time, and he now feels extremely guilty by all the people he’s hurt— nonetheless, killed. Heeseung helps him with justifying it, he mostly still doesn’t feel better.
Jake's stomach growled at him, sounding like a scold— I’m hungry!
“Come baby, you have an important match today, let’s make breakfast.” Jake tries, softly whispering the words into Heeseung’s ear, even though he could sleep through an apocalypse. Heeseung surprisingly still is able to hum back a grunt of disapproval.
“Oh come on, hee, I’m starving.”
Heeseung groans as he tries to sit up, eyes still closed. “You sure you’re not just starving for me.” He answers with a low voice. And even though it’s the stupidest thing Jake’s heard in the 429 years he’s lived, it still makes blush rush through his body up to redden his face.
“You’re stupid.” Jake says sheepishly.
Heeseung finally opens his eyes, and winces slightly at the sun-light coming through the window. “You like me, so who’s the real stupid one?” That makes Jake only more motivated to slap him.
Heeseung catches his hand instead— with fast-reflexes and a sharpness Jake couldn’t deny, even though the taller still acts groggy and half-asleep. He moves his hold to Jake’s wrist and pins it high on the bed’s backboard, before turning to hover above Jake.
“Too tired to eat, but not for your horny-shenanigans.” Jake says as his eyes squinted in accusation, he learned how to be unaffected by Heeseung’s games now after a year of living with him.
Heeseung chuckles as a reply, head leaning down to catch Jake’s pout in a kiss. Their lips moving together tiredly slow, but still pointed, needy, practiced, and bitter— Heeseung’s mouth tasted exactly like bad breath, which wasn’t surprising by the fact that he’d just woken up, and Jake is too far gone to care anyway, especially when Heeseung slides his tongue in, calculated and soft, done many times before— and still not something Jake will get sick of.
Everything feels great— nothing’s out of order of how it is on some of their normal days, until Heeseung grinds down onto Jake’s groin, to feel the press of his boyfriend’s semi-hard on against his balls. Jake’s mouth falls open as a response, both of shock and the moans he swallows back in.
“Heeseung— fuck, it’s morning.” he tries to scold, he knows it changes nothing.
Heeseung pulls back just enough to press a quick kiss on Jake’s pointy nose.
“I know, but like you said, I have to entertain my horny-shenanigans first…” He responds, which earns him rolled eyes from Jake instead.
“...Besides, I think I want something different for breakfast today instead.” Heeseung’s eyes turn darker with a lewd smirk that Jake wants to kiss right off his cocky face. His voice drops down an octave lower as well, which makes Jake believe that he’s very serious and not going to let this go. They’ll most likely take way longer getting ready than normal if the taller was being this clingy.
A sensation so incredibly sharp spikes through all his nerves, the temperature in his body rising with it. Jake feels two fingers already crooking up against the walls of his ass, desperately trying to find his prostate, as Jake’s soft breaths become keen gasps.
“Oh my— babe wait— fuck.”
Heeseung dives down trailing kisses on Jake’s already bare torso. Making sure to lick one of his hardened nipples.
“We have to— My stomach's— You have work.”
Finally he can feel Heeseung tug at his satin pyjama pants, pulling them down with ease as he now leaves kisses on the sides of his thigh. Fingers having found Jake’s prostate with effortlessness from all the times he’s done it before. The feeling makes Jake throw his head back in a moan, “Hee.” he whines. The older opens his fingers wide as a response, the stretch of Jake’s hole burning and pleasurable.
The taller's long knobby fingers pull out, while Heeseung’s smirk grows with it as well, “It’s fine, my game isn’t until late in the evening and this is part of my good luck ritual.”
Heeseung kneels behind Jake, his hands gripping the firm cheeks of Jake's ass, spreading them wide to expose the tight, pink hole. The brunette moaned, arching his back as Heeseung's warm breath ghosted over the sensitive skin.
“Don’t you want to wish me good luck?” He continued teasingly.
Jake didn’t reply, the physical wonders his body was going through making him at loss for words.
“Well baby? Gotta talk to me.” Heeseung added, before licking against the rim.
The wet and cold feeling made Jake’s need for his handsome man grow ten-fold. He nodded desperate while his teeth sank down to his bottom-lip, stifling another whine.
Without hesitation, Heeseung dove in, his lips pecking the puckered rim, since he knows it tickles Jake, continuing to lick at it, lapping hungrily at Jake’s entrance. He pressed deeper, swirling his tongue inside, sucking and intruding with wet, sloppy sounds that filled the room.
Jake's body trembled, his cock leaking pre-cum onto the sheets as Heeseung devoured his ass like a starving man.
“Gonna— fuck m’gonna come, Heeseung, need you.”
And like the obedient soul Heeseung was, always putting Jake’s pleasure above anything else, quickly shot up and connected his mouth with Jake’s. Tongues messily tangling together as spit welled up in the corners of their mouths.
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Jake was right to think they were going to take longer to get ready, because he finds himself, with his knees on the cold tiles of their small shower, as Heeseung runs his fingers through Jake’s wet hair, tugging gently.
“Time to make my sweetheart cum for good luck, right?” Jake says, his voice surprisingly husky.
The water cascading over his skin as Heeseung fucking whimpers, and suddenly the hot water sends chills through Jake’s body like it was ice cold, the heat building between them drowned it out.
The sound of Heeseung— raw, needy— hit Jake like a spark, igniting a frenzy in his chest. His mouth watered, cock twitching hard against his thigh as the urge to be used overwhelmed him.
Wanna choke on cock.
Jake lunged forward, hands gripping Heeseung's hips, pulling his thick cock toward his waiting lips. He swallowed the head eagerly, tongue swirling around the leaking slit before taking more, completely dug in, without hesitation up to Heeseung's curly pubes.
Heeseung groaned, fingers tightening in Jake's hair, “You want it, baby?”
Jake’s desperation evident in the way he immediately sank down choking, code for: wanna get fucked. And Heeseung— always composed and used to the way Jake likes his mouth filled started thrusting— shallow and soft at first like he was asking for permission, then deeper, fucking Jake's mouth with a relentless rhythm.
Saliva dripped down Jake's chin, mixing with the shower spray, as he gagged and moaned around the pounding cock, chasing the rough treatment he craved. The humming sent vibrations up Heeseung’s cock, making his thrusts stutter as a loud groan escaped his lips.
He gripped Jake's hair tighter, guiding the rhythm. "Fuck, yeah—just like that," Heeseung rasped, his voice losing its usual calm edge, hips snapping forward with increasing force.
Jake gagged harder each time Heeseung's cock hit the back of his throat, the thick length making saliva run down the corners of his mouth, dripping down his chin and mixing with the shower's spray, his own cock throbbing untouched against his thigh, leaking pre-cum that washed away in the steam.
He hollowed his cheeks, sucking greedily, eyes watering as he chased the burn, the fullness that made his desperation spike.
Heeseung's thrusts grew more erratic— chaotic, pounding into Jake's mouth with wet, obscene slaps that echoed off the tiled walls. His fingers dug into Jake's scalp, holding him in place as the pressure coiled low in his gut.
"Gonna come—fuck, take it all," Heeseung growled, his composed facade shattering into pure need. Jake nodded in response, the tip sliding up and down against the back of Jake’s throat, slit oversensitive, tipping him over the edge.
Thick ropes of cum shoot down Jake's throat, flooding his mouth with hot, salty spurts. Jake swallowed around him, choking slightly but refusing to let go, milking every drop, sucking until Heeseung shuddered, hips jerking through the aftershocks.
Finally, Heeseung pulled out with a slick pop, his spent cock softening against Jake's lips. Jake gasped for air, coughing lightly as cum and saliva trailed from his swollen mouth, but his eyes shone with satisfaction, chest heaving under the warm water.
Heeseung hauled him up by the arms, crashing their mouths together in a messy, heated kiss. Tongues slid against each other comfortably, tasting of salt and satisfaction. Heeseung's hands cupped Jake's face as he licked into him deeply, affectionately. Jake melted into it, always at any of Heeseung’s soft gestures, moaning softly, his hands roaming up Heeseung's wet back, nails scraping lightly over slick skin.
They broke apart slowly, foreheads pressed together, breaths mingling in the steam. Heeseung's thumb brushed Jake's cum-smeared lip, a soft smile tugging at his mouth. "You okay, baby?" he murmured, voice back to its steady warmth.
Jake nodded, grinning through the haze, his desperation sated but affection blooming. He hummed, "More than okay. Here—let me clean you up."
Heeseung turned him gently, grabbing a random— not empty— body wash from the shelf and lathering his hands. Starting at Jake's shoulders, his palms glided over his back in firm, soothing circles, rinsing away the suds under the spray. He worked lower, massaging the soap into Jake's hips and ass, fingers lingering just enough to tease before moving on, the simple act turning intimate in the humid air. Heeseung sighed contentedly, arms wrapping around Jake, resting. Jake leaned into the touch, as the moment stretched into quiet care.
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Heeseung’s game was quite boring, if he was honest, he wanted to be the best HaB, for sure, but there wasn’t a lot to cheer or be nervous for, and he certainly didn’t dress up anymore with the progression of Heeseung’s games. The match went like this: Heeseung looked hot— unsurprising, the other teammates were there too, he supposes, but he doesn’t care, Jake sees them all the time now. One of the players, Tre Jones faked a dunk and passes it to Heeseung, which earns the handsome a clean shot, and he nets it perfectly, a beautiful three-pointer, and the buzzer calls time the second the ball flies through the net. Jake cheers, courtesy of being a HaB, but he knew they’d win anyway, he had faith they’d win anyway.
Heeseung celebrates shortly with his mates, before embracing Jake who was eagerly waiting in the front row— HaB lifestyle, he knows y’all jealous— Heeseung pulls back to press a quick peck to Jake’s lips, and even though it so incredibly short— way too short, he needs more— it still feels like Heeseung fills Jake up with all his love, and Jake feels it, in his bones, his veins, his nerves, his lymphatic system, whatever other thing humans possess. Then Heeseung smiles at him, and it makes Jake’s heart tighten, because he looks so happy, and he shines so brightly, he’s so painfully radiant, god he’s beautiful. Jake wants to kiss him until their lips are forever intertwined.
“I told you my good luck ritual never fails.” Heeseung says, and despite the fact that Jake snorts and throws his head down getting a good look of their feet opposite each other, tippy toes nearly touching, he knows that Heeseung has his boyish cocky smirk on his face, the one where he knows he’s got Jake right he wanted him. And he did— have Jake. But Jake isn’t always as predictable as Heeseung would like him to be.
So instead Jake looks up into Heeseung’s big beautiful, brown eyes— did Jake already say, he’s beautiful? Oh yea, so basically, Jake bagged the prettiest man ever— mirroring his own cocky smile back, and he sees the inner turmoil of Heeseung’s brain work, knows even without his mind-reading abilities that he’s confused as to why Jake isn’t a blushing mess yet.
“So how ‘bout we celebrate tonight…”
Heeseung gets so obviously thrown off, the tips of his yummy big ears are bright red, just how Jake likes them and he softly splutters right in Jake’s face. It makes him chuckle, because Heeseung doesn’t understand how fucking adorable and precious he truly is.
“A little differently though.” Jake adds, suddenly overly confident. He really likes Heeseung, and he likes him all shy like this— a lot.
“Different, how?” Heeseung asks, so clearly at a loss for words.
“You’ll find out.”
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Jake's heart swelled with tenderness as he guided Heeseung to their bed, the sheets still rumpled from earlier lazy mornings. The dim lamp cast a warm glow over Heeseung's tall frame, highlighting the flush creeping up his neck. Tonight was special— Heeseung's big win at the tournament must be celebrated accordingly with something new— like flipping their usual dynamic.
Heeseung, who always took care of Jake— as he demanded Heeseung to pound him harder— with a usual confident smirk, now lay back against the pillows, his long legs shifting nervously, eyes darting away in shy anticipation.
God, Jake adored him like this. The way Heeseung's broad shoulders sank into the mattress, making him look almost fragile despite his height. Jake climbed onto the bed, hovering over him, one hand tracing the line of Heeseung's jaw.
“You're so beautiful,” Jake whispered, voice thick with emotion. He leaned down to press a soft kiss to Heeseung's lips, savoring the hesitant pant of his breath, the quiet whimper that escaped.
Heeseung's hands fidgeted at his sides, fingers twisting the edge of the sheet as Jake's kisses trailed lower— nipping at his collarbone, sucking gently on the skin just above his nipple. Jake's cock hardened fully at the sight of Heeseung so nervous, so cute, and oh, so pliant for him to wreck.
Jake’s smile deepens as he catches the way Heeseung is arching slightly, his chest rising and falling quicker. “Relax, baby,” Jake murmured against his skin, adoration flooding him as Heeseung nodded, biting his lower lip. Jake's fingers skimmed down Heeseung's sides, thumbs brushing over his hips, feeling the subtle tremble. So responsive, so jiggerty, so sensitive.
He shifted lower, parting Heeseung's thighs with gentle insistence. Heeseung's cock lay heavy against his stomach, already leaking a bead of pre-cum, but Jake wanted to worship every inch first. He kissed the inside of one thigh, then the other, inhaling the musky scent that normally drove him wild.
Heeseung let out a soft, embarrassed whine, covering his face with one arm. “Jake... I don't know if—” But Jake cut him off with a reassuring squeeze to his hip. “You've got me. Now I’ve got you— Just let me take care of you, pretty boy.”
Jake reached for the lube on the nightstand, coating his fingers generously. He pressed one against Heeseung's entrance, circling slowly, watching Heeseung's face for every reaction— the way his eyes shut closed, brows furrowed, lips parting in a silent gasp.
“So tight,” Jake breathed, pushing in gently. Heeseung's body clenched around the intrusion, a shy moan slipping out as he squirmed on the pillows.
“Is it bad that this is too much already? I don’t think—” A shy glance down Jake’s body like it’s something Heeseung had never seen before. “That’ll fit.”
“You're joking, right.” Jake asks, as he crooks his finger up, relishing in the way Heeseung falls back into the sheets with an arched back. It seems Heeseung was in fact not joking— and even though Jake's much smaller body can take Heeseung’s girthy dick, he’s sure Heeseung will survive, but he doesn’t comment on it.
“It’s not bad, and I’ll go really slow, and if you don’t want it to happen, it doesn’t have to.” He instead says caringly because he can see Heeseung is humiliated and even goes as far as to whine Jake’s name so prettily— in this high-pitched, honey-soft voice, which by the way, leaves his cock excruciatingly throbbing. Besides he’s not trying to make Heeseung’s first time a bad time, he’s here purely and solely to worship Heeseung and pleasure him.
Jake's free hand stroked Heeseung's cock in tandem, thumb swiping over the slick head, drawing out more of those precious sounds.
Adoration burned in Jake's chest as he worked a second finger inside, scissoring carefully, feeling Heeseung relax bit by bit, just like he knew he would. Heeseung's tall body sprawled like a pillow princess, legs falling open wider, trusting Jake completely.
“You feel amazing,” Jake said, voice soft, the way Heeseung likes it— he knows because Heeseung used to be a music major and would constantly explain how Jake had the perfect voice for his self-produced songs— leaning up to kiss Heeseung's exposed neck while his fingers curled, brushing against a spot below his ear, that made Heeseung jolt and whine. Heeseung's cock twitched in Jake's grip.
When Heeseung was panting, hips lifting subtly, Jake withdrew his fingers, slicking his own aching cock. He positioned himself, rubbing the head against Heeseung's hole, teasing just enough to elicit another whimper.
“Uh uh. Eyes up here,” Jake urged softly. Heeseung's eyes met his, wide and vulnerable, and Jake pushed in slowly, inch by inch, groaning at the vice-like heat enveloping him. Heeseung's hands flew to Jake's shoulders, nails digging in as he adjusted, breath hitching.
“Ah— you're perfect,” Jake panted, fully seated, hips pressing against Heeseung’s own and stilling to let Heeseung breathe. He dotted kisses along Heeseung's jaw, his temple, whispering praises— how good he was during his game, how sexy, how much Jake loved making him feel good. Any sweet-somethings that would make Heeseung feel just a slight fraction of what he felt for Heeseung. Heeseung melted under the attention, body softening, a shy smile tugging at his lips despite the blush.
Jake started moving, shallow thrusts at first, building to a steady but slow rhythm— finding it more important to focus on the angle of his hips, to focus on the places he wants to hit in Heeseung’s body rather than the speed. Each slide in, pulled a gasp from Heeseung, his hands coming up to the back of his long legs pulling them up for better accessibility. Jake's hand returned to Heeseung's cock, pumping in time with his hips, enamored with the way Heeseung's shyness slowly died down and gave way to needy moans. The bed creaked softly, their bodies slick with sweat, Jake lost in the sight of Heeseung beneath him— tall, handsome, beautiful, muscular, lean— smelled so good, and all his.
As tension coiled tighter, Heeseung's whines grew higher, his hips bucking up to meet Jake's. “Bae–Jake— close,” he gasped. Jake thrust deeper, angling to hit his prostate relentlessly, his own release quickly building.
“Cum for me, darling,” he urged, tenderness lacing every word. Heeseung shattered with a cry, cum spilling hot over Jake's fist, clenching around him in waves.
The sensation pulled Jake over the edge, burying deep as he came, filling Heeseung with pulsing heat. He collapsed gently atop him, peppering his face with kisses, holding him close. Heeseung's arms wrapped around him, light and content, their breaths syncing in the afterglow. Jake's heart ached with love— he needs to dote on Heeseung way more,
Maybe he’s biased, because Heeseung makes everything intimate and perfect, he’s easy to talk to. Serious and unserious, loves his silly— stupid jokes. He loves the way Heeseung acts, and lives in the world— if that even a thing, if Jake were to explain he’d just say— the way he talks, so soft-spoken, the way he touches, bold, tender and hesitant, the way he lives unapologetically, always does what his heart calls for, and still making sure no one gets hurt— because to Heeseung, he’s never his priority. To Jake he is. He’s worried Heeseung is too delicate for the world, too caring. But he supposes he loves that as well.
Because Heeseung is undeniably the one who Jake’s heart, beat hardest for, and even without being a vampire, he can tell:
Desire is the one thing that never truly dies— at least Jake's desire for Heeseung doesn’t.
He is Jake’s bad— very good desire.
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Heeseung is making breakfast, because he’s simply the best— and because Heeseung feels guilty about the fact that in approximately four minutes he’ll ask Jake to make the eggs, which he doesn’t mind, he’s just too tired to function and do the rest.
The taller’s shirt is discarded somewhere in their room, and it gives Jake a really nice view of his back muscles moving around, and the way his birthmark— which Jake calls his “fallen angel scar” which he lowkey believes Heeseung to might actually be one, because they do in fact exist and they’re all unbelievably pretty, like Heeseung— bob around on his shoulder blade. And it makes Jake so dazed, he just wants to kiss him stupid.
So like a —probably bad— omen, he goes to stand behind Heeseung, wrapping his hands around his waist, not forgetting to let his fingers softly trail over his abs and poke a little in his belly button— for the sole reason that he likes to see Heeseung’s tall figure squirm a little and most importantly— smile.
Jake presses his face into the crook of Heeseung’s neck, he has to stand just a little on his tippy-toes to do so. But the way he’s able to bask in Heeseung’s scent makes up for everything.
“Hey baby.” Is the only thing Heeseung says in return to his clingyness. It doesn’t really matter what he says though, because Jake needs to prove to himself that Heeseung is actually a real squishy, handsome, tall, his, well-mannered, nice-scented, pretty, his, muscular, clumsy, funny, his, hot, person. So he does the best thing to test that theory out, he licks him, because in reality Jake just needs to consume him whole, and this just gives him the slightest fraction of how it might feel like, to have Heeseung fully consumed resting in his stomach right below his heart, always with Jake to keep.
Heeseung stops watching the milk he put in the microwave, to turn around instead. Letting Jake’s arms come up to his shoulders as his movements make Jake lose his grip. He combs his hand through Jake’s hair carefully, his eyes making Jake dizzy by how much it’s filled with adoration, like Heeseung thinks Jake is the prettiest person. Which makes Jake so fucking happy, because having the prettiest man think you’re the prettiest man is not only a significant ego boost, it’s also just gives such a overwhelming feeling of happiness.
Heeseung likes— no loves him, and Jake gets to keep him.
“I love you.” Jake says, because even if it seems that simple he tries to convey what he actually feels, because he doesn’t really know how to explain other than the fact, love, comes pretty fucking close to whatever Jake’s heart pumps through his veins.
It makes Heeseung’s face light up, and seem so happy— Jake likes seeing Heeseung happy. And as if Heeseung knows, his I love you doesn’t actually convey half of what Jake feels for Heeseung, like Heeseung reciprocates that same thought. He chooses to kiss Jake instead, slow, deliberate, strong with emotion, I will love— no, I will worship you and try to keep you at my side forever.
Jake kisses him back with an answer— he hopes Heeseung understands as well, I’d like to be by your side forever— keep me? Please?
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They’re at another one of Heeseung’s games— this one is a little different, it’s the finals and the stadiums are even more packed than normal. Jake is dressed up and he’s carefully watching Heeseung on the big screen, he’s doing silly movements in the background of his teammates interview before he gets pushed away. It makes him and Heeseung’s mom— who was calmly sitting next to Jake double over in giggles together, the camera quickly pans to them, and Jake already knows he’ll see tweets about this later.
The game is very entertaining, and Jake is on the edge of his seat for the whole entirety of it— except when he jumps up and cheers when Heeseung nets a point, or when the score gets made even— or even better when the score is in favour of The Bulls. But it still doesn’t help the fact that he’s holding Heeseung’s moms hand as they’re both anxiously awaiting for someone— anyone— to score in the last three minutes of the game. And like most games he’s been to, it happens in one of the last couple seconds, because apparently The Bulls just like pressure. And the entire crowd cheers, Jake and Heeseung’s mom cheer too.
Heeseung gets pulled away from his teammates as they go to celebrate and change in the locker rooms. Heeseung high fives some of the other hoopers as a sign of sportsmanship, and then he’s handed a mic and gets pushed in front of a camera for a post-game interview.
“Evan is great to see you again.” The interviewer starts.
“Great to be here, thanks for having me.” Heeseung easily replies, so well-spoken, it’s quite hot, really— if you try to think about it from Jake's perspective.
“Can you tell us a bit about what you thought of today’s game?” The woman, next to Heeseung asks, stepping back behind the camera for Heeseung to get a monologue segment alone, to let him rant about the game before he prods further.
“I mean, it was a good game— we won. Obviously we had some mishaps, players not following strategy, it was definitely a close call, at times I genuinely did think we’d lose. But we didn’t, we managed to give it our all in the last couple minutes— with a beautiful dunk by Gyu.” Right, Beomgyu, Heeseung’s new best friend and teammate, Jake would be lying if he says he hasn’t been jealous of him on multiple occasions, he’s grown over it— partly. Mostly because he knows at the end of the day Heeseung comes home to him, and is with him— romantic stylez, exclusively. But you know, jealousy gnaws at you, willingly or not.
“So you think this match is not worthy of a celebration then? Like you said— you still won.” She counters.
Heeseung smiles really brightly, it makes Jake all giddy. It’s so endearing— Heeseung is. He’s just so adorable and Jake needs to keep him all for himself, he is too handsome for foreign eyes.
“This match will definitely still be celebrated— a win is a win. Besides my family is here, somewhere in the crowd and my lovely fiance as well, I think they’re all really excited about this win, so it definitely won’t go uncelebrated— no.”
Lovely fiance. That’s Jake, Heeseung is talking about Jake and he called him lovely. Permission to squeal? Jake truly needs to be sedated, especially since the camera pans back to him again— he tries to give a calm smile, but it’s probably really obvious he’s practically vibrating out of excitement and turning completely red in the face. Because even as someone who’s basically with Heeseung 24/7, he still manages to make Jake blush— he just loves Heeseung so much, Heeseung is so soft and comforting and what’s there not to love about him?
The camera switches back to Heeseung, who’s making a blow kiss to the camera in an extra cringy way because even though he loves PDA, Jake is not, a, fan. So they compromise, if it seems like a joke in even the slightest way, it’s kind of fine. And also, does Jake really care if it's Heeseung? No, in fact it makes Jake gulp and hold his urge to go up to Heeseung and sink under his hold, because the feeling of being held by Heeseung, and feeling small and cared for is something Jake has found out to be some kind of turn-on.
To add onto everything the sweat on Heeseung’s face is dripping and Jake gets this very weird churn in the pit of his stomach to lick it off. He truly needs to be sedated. But whatever— that's his fiance, can you believe it? Jake can’t.
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The stadium is getting more and more empty as only the last couple families hang about celebrating. Heeseung should be close to finishing his shower— he normally takes around thirty minutes at home and despises the showers in the gymnasium, so Jake gives twenty more minutes before he arises somewhere behind him, give or take.
Heedo— Heeseung’s elder brother. Throws Jake a ball and begs to play with him for a while out of boredom, Jake indulges, purely because Heedo is his favorite and his twin daughter and son will come out to run after them. The sight makes Jake’s heart expand around four times larger.
They’re playing around, Jake’s teamed up with five-year-old Heeji— who’s so determined to prove she’s better than her brother. It breaks his heart a little, because his own sister was the same and later explained to him that, no, she didn’t despise Jake. She was just a feminist and wanted to prove that even though she was the only girl, she was more than capable of being daddy’s first born son. And even though his dad and Heedo never wanted a first born son per se, or treated them differently, the idea sticks and the pressure grows.
Jake passes her the ball loads of times, she scores all of them— she trains a lot with Heeseung, which not only makes Jake think they’re the cutest while watching them, it also makes her have the ability to net perfect three-pointers, Heeseung’s specialty— Jake decides to make himself useful in defense and focuses on intercepting so Heeji gets the opportunity to throw the ball in the small hoops, the staff have gotten out from the back for them. And soon they’re winning, by quite a lot. Heedo is eventually huffing and puffing as his wife is smiling fondly at all of them. Jake knows the feeling, it’s a little overwhelming but so happy.
Soon they all collapse near her, begging her to resuscitate them, by getting fed. She hands them the drink cartons from out of her magic maternal purse. Jake wants to have that superpower as well, because soon he’s standing up right again, as if he’s fully healed. And then he feels a hand come around his shoulder and the press of a firm kiss to his temple.
Ah— his Heeseung is back.
“Did you guys have fun with uncle Jake?” He asks as he picks both kids up— and that’s incredibly hot and Jake shouldn’t even have to explain why.
They scream yes, which Jake appreciates. And then they’re playing with Heeseung’s ears and making funny faces, and doing cute uncle-niece-nephew stuff. They congratulate Heeseung with kisses all over his face, and with how adorable it might seem, you’d think Jake is having a panic attack, but Jake doesn’t actually care because it should definitely be his turn now, shoo kids.
Eventually the whole family congratulated Heeseung, his mom invited him over to have dinner, like always. And he made sure to let her know they’ll come later— but that it won’t become a regular, each Friday evening, kind of thing, like always. And then they’re alone and Heeseung catches his eyes, and it makes Jake go molten immediately, similar to a heat pad becoming firm as quick as the little coin gets cracked.
“Hi handsome.” Jake says as Heeseung hands quickly come up to the sides of his waist to engulf him in a hug— because who is Heeseung if he’s not touching Jake? He presses a kiss to Jake’s lips, and Jake uses that chance to keep Heeseung against his lips with a flick of his tongue against Heeseung’s lips. Heeseung opens his mouth tired and pliant and Jake is eager to lick the entirety of Heeseung’s mouth. As expected, Heeseung kisses him soft, slow— wet. And Jake’s lips tingle a little at the end of it, mostly because he pushed Heeseung so close to his face his lips have become a little numb but also due to the fact that Heeseung can’t end a kiss by just separating them, he needs to bite and pull at Jake’s bottom lip, and he must admit it’s hot— but it’s every kiss.
Heeseung sighs and slumps into a hug, letting his head rest onto Jake's shoulder tiredly, like he only needs Jake to recharge. Heeseung presses a soft kiss in the crook of Jake’s neck that makes him splutter a bit, before standing up straight again. He stretches out with a smirk, the one he does when Heeseung’s in on some inside joke that Jake isn’t. And that’s when Jake hears it.
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“Tsk, tsk, tsk.” Echoes through his mind and it makes the edges of his mouth quirk up without any struggle of his normally neutral muscles.
Heeseung looks at him knowingly, with that boyish smile he does when he’s proud of something— mostly making Jake happy. Jake giggles, and Heesung returns a radiant smile to Jake’s fondness.
“He's right there.” And Jake doesn’t think he’s ever turned around so fast, it gives him some kind of whiplash, especially because he was already spent and tired. It’s a terrible mix, but Heeseung is there to steady him, he’s so incredibly happy, it feels like his happiness radiating out of his pores. And suddenly he doesn’t really care about any whiplash or nauseous dizziness— problem for later.
Jake leans back against Heeseung’s chest, letting the taller wrap him up into a back-hug, closing his eyes, like it would make the moment pass by faster— it’s really just a pathetic humanly excuse to take a breather from his nausea.
Jake hears him walk up to them, and Jake’s eyes are still closed, taking a deep breath, basking in the moment.
“You’re tired.” A cold, soft voice calls out. Jake opens his eyes to make sure he isn’t potentially dozing off and dreaming, but no. Sunghoon is really here.
Jake chuckles and breathes out a happy, “Yeah.”
Sunghoon disdains with a cock of his brow and a light roll of his eyes, “I can't believe you settled for humanity because of him, I can’t believe you wanted this.”
Jake shrugs back— he knows Sunghoon is not here to pick a fight about his choices, nor is he here to bring down Heeseung even if it sometimes feels like he does sometimes, so Jake ends up deciding he doesn't pick a fight either. Letting it slide as quickly as it was said, he quickly scans Heeseung’s face— he seems fine as well about Sunghoon’s pointed comment, probably because it means he’s won— he’s the one who got to keep Jake.
Sunghoon scratches his throat, looking off to the side— was Jake also this cocky? “Well? What are you waiting for— show me the ring, you imbecile.” he spits the last part, unserious.
Jake gives a reassuring smile to Heeseung, as he sets his hand in front of Sunghoon for him to hold. Heeseung smiles back, lazy and sure, and he presses a kiss to his temple again, it’s Heeseung’s favourite thing and so naturally Jake has come to like it as well. It’s affectionate and comforting.
Sunghoon gives a discerning eye to Heeseung, never to be pleased— Men are worse than vampires, they are the one, the true animals. Sunghoon would constantly tell him as young fledgeling vamps.
“This is it? You could've done better than this.” He says naturally, always oblivious to human emotion— and thus hurt. But also, nothing can really compare to the huge one centimeter square rock he’d given Sunoo, or the teardrop-shaped emerald he’d gotten in return. Vampires and their endless money, isn’t Jake right? And even though Jake’s really grateful for his new job as a chemist— which he totally didn’t acquire by Sunoo hypnotising the poor interviewer into making them all believe his university certificate from 1938 was still valid— he does not accumulate a similar salary to the vampire couple, nor would he want to flaunt a ring that big.
The comment still makes Heeseung a little sad, Jake can tell, not only because its his grandmothers and he begged her to use it, but also because it's a fusion of opal and citrine— their birth stones, and it fits Jake’s normal aesthetic perfectly, blending in with his outfits seamlessly.
He remembers Heeseung saying the light colors should remind him of the sun and sea, things he can enjoy again as human. Heeseung doesn't choose things without reason, he’s too sappy for that. And Jake never wanted big. Maybe it’s the fact he’s human, because as a vampire he was never to be caught dead— or rather undead— in basic things, he thinks it’s the need to be different, and better— and the emotionlessness making them immune to insecurities, which Jake sadly has a growing list of now.
He pouts a bit, gives Sunghoon this look, forming a telepathical conversation— but it’s really just Sunghoon reading their minds, maybe not Heeseung's. He still doesn’t like it.
“I like it—a lot.”
Sunghoon rolls his eyes, at Jake’s comment— he suddenly hears Sunghoon's voice loud in his mind again, “Genuinely it’d be better to just suck him off in front of me, invalid praise is beyond us Jake come on, he is a man.”
It painfully reminds him of Lorelei's mother in Gilmore Girls, he retorts to him that Jake is also, a man. Sunghoon rolls his eyes, but the mocking glint tells Jake that he’s just teasing and actually really likes it— and the meaning. “Well of course you would.”
He gives Sunghoon another chance to enter his mind, Sunghoon, come on, play nice. He thinks firmly, its surprisingly enough to make the vampire back off a little from Heeseung
Sunghoon smirks at Heeseung, the glint in his eyes growing ten-fold, which makes Jake believe the next joke will be close to crossing Heeseung’s line. He steps closer slowly, cups Jake’s face and presses a long smooching peck on Jake’s lips.
As he steps back, by the force of Heeseung’s push, he looks Jake in the eye, his eyes soft and sincere.
“I’m just happy for you. And the ring suits you,” He cocks his head up at Heeseung, “You did well.”
Heeseung still grunts in disapproval, Jake’s sure, he’s splurting out curses in his mind just for Sunghoon to hear, personally and pointedly.
He then gets kissed too.
Sunghoon chuckles at the way Heeseung’s eyes are wide in shock and all his muscles are tensed up frozen.
“Okay now sulky boy, feel better?” He says, as his fangs glint under the bright gymnasium lights.
Heeseung blushes, Jake knows by the way he grips Jake tighter like he feels guilty about something, and the way he hides his face behind Jake’s head.
“He’s always wanted to have your attention,” Jake says directed at Sunghoon, reminded of the time Heeseung opened up over simple ice cream.
Sunghoon laughs as Heesewung only groans in response, hiding his face in the crook of Jake’s neck and shoulder, “Oh, I know.”
Heeseung’s head shoots up, to see if Sunghoon’s meant it, he sputters, then he looks at Jake instead. “That was uncalled for, you know? We are each others. You’re supposed to be on my side.”
After a moment of silence Sunghoon smiles, “I can tell your hearts are dancing together,” Jake can feel Heeseung’s smile grow against his nape, like he’s telling Jake, See? We’re made for each other. Jake holds Heeseung’s arms around his waist a little more, in response, Sunghoon's smirk grows again, Oof—this can’t be good. “it's like one of your horrid songs on spotify.” Heeseung's smile falters— then Sunghoon quickly adds, “it's nice. Domestic, or whatever.”
Heeseung hums in acceptance as he pecks Jake against his neck, it tickles, in a good way. He smiles with a nod towards Sunghoon because deep down he knows Sunghoon cares in his own way, “So… are y'all able to come, it's an afternoon ceremony in the winter. It’ll be dark out.” Heeseung asks. Watching Sunghoon’s reaction carefully.
“On January 16th.” Jake finishes.
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