Are You There - Chapter 29: Chapter 29

Jooheon's lips, swollen and tingling, part almost the moment Changkyun's tongue slides across them. Everything about the blonde's lips are familiar to the darker man. Their warmth, their curve, and their taste. Everything drives Changkyun faster down his apartment hallway, his bedroom door smacking hard into his back before he can try to kick it open.
His skin, almost electric to the touch, is too hot in every spot that Jooheon's fingers breeze past. Pale hands, ghosting any place they can, leave flame-riddled trails as their lips clash. Changkyun nearly shivers when Jooheon's warm fingers pinch at the hem of his shirt, trailing across the flat of his stomach like feathers. If Changkyun's heart could beat, it would surely be in a panic now. His lungs, forever begging for a normal day of air and life, have ceased to function and wait instead for the moment to gasp. They are given no such luck as Changkyun's leg hits the bed and he tumbles onto his side, Jooheon landing just beside him.
Jooheon, his own lungs burning from a lack of air, scream to break the kiss apart and breathe. He gives in first, pulling his mouth from Changkyun's to explore the younger man's neck instead, gasping as his lips dance across the vampire's cold skin. The pull Jooheon feels has not lessened any since they walked from the restaurant, and the blonde is glad for that. His body almost reaches for Changkyun's, as if his cold skin is as inviting as the warmth of a blanket.
Changkyun in no time finds himself pinned to the bed beneath the blonde, Jooheon's lips leaving damp kisses against his throat and under the collar of his new shirt. His new jeans, still stiff from the store, grow uncomfortable when Jooheon's teeth nip at the sensitive skin beneath his ear, more arousing than Jooheon could ever understand. Some innate sense in Changkyun's mind wants Jooheon to bite him, mark him as he would to any other vampire during sex.
He wants to feel the pain, and give it back two-fold; but he is not sure how far he has to hold himself back. To curb his appetite, he had slept with a few vampires he had met about the city, finding more than expected after hearing his species was dying. But now, with a human, Jooheon at that, he is not sure how much the blonde's body can hold out if he lets himself completely go.
Giving in when Jooheon's teeth graze his suddenly hot skin again, Changkyun lets a low groan escape his parted lips, air finally finding his abused lungs. His hands, pushing up at the hem of Jooheon's heavy shirt, reach for the blonde's pale skin feverishly. His fingers roam the older man's newly toned stomach, the hips above his jeans, down the small divots on his lower back.
Jooheon shivers above Changkyun, situating himself over the younger closer than before. His thigh presses against Changkyun's slowly hardening member, the friction making the younger hiss between his teeth. Jooheon, grinning against the dark man's skin, makes a point to roll his hips down onto the vampire's. Changkyun, though in love with the feel of Jooheon's skin beneath his fingers, hates that the older has already molded him into a shivering mess against his own bed. Something had switched in him after he had been turned; his hunter instinct does not ever leave him now, and he does not want to be pinned down like the prey here.
Changkyun grins when Jooheon yelps, shocked to be knocked about and so suddenly flipped beneath the younger. The change of positions, though different for the blonde, sends a shiver of anticipation down his spine. He can see Changkyun clearly in the waning light pouring through the window above the bed, dimples somehow softening the younger's wicked grin.
The giddy young man from supper is gone, and Jooheon relishes in the way Changkyun's fingers tug at his shirt, beckoning for the older to take it off. The blonde had been frequenting the gym in recent months, and though his body still is not in the shape he wishes for, his cheeks flame when Changkyun's hungry eyes land on him. His stomach, soft at the sides and too pale to look for too long, does not have time to chill under the apartment air before Changkyun's hands are over his skin again.
Changkyun can feel Jooheon's erection through their layers of jeans, his hips pressing down to draw a gasp from the blonde's chapped lips. The vampire grins, Jooheon's neck exposed as his head tilts back and bearing to the younger his pulse-point. Hooking his fingers around the waistband of Jooheon's jeans, Changkyun considers just tearing them from the blonde's body. He is strong enough now, and surely Jooheon would be shocked, but he pushes down the urge and settles for working at the fasteners.
"Wait." Jooheon's voice, suddenly deeper, has Changkyun's fingers freezing against the top button of the older's pants.
Leaned down like this, Jooheon cannot see Changkyun's full expression, but he can see the pure lust in the younger's eyes as he peeks up at Jooheon through his eyelashes. The blonde feels like he has been pressed against a wall, attacked from all sides with heat and power. He wants to enjoy himself, but he does not want to give up all his control to the younger. He wants to see just how far he can push Changkyun before the fun can really begin.
Sitting them both up, Jooheon tucks his legs beneath him to the utter dismay of the younger. He smirks at Changkyun's disappointed expression, clearly not having expected the full stop. "Too quick," Changkyun murmurs with an understanding sigh, his eyes cast down.
Jooheon's lips curl into a deadly grin, his pale hands quick to tug Changkyun close by his waist. Ducking his head to Changkyun's ear, Jooheon whispers as softly as he can so not even the angels above can hear him. "What's the fun in a quick fuck?"
Changkyun let's out a guttural groan when one of Jooheon's small hands comes down to cup around his jean-clad member, in need of some relief. Unlike Changkyun's shaking hands, Jooheon's fingers move adeptly and unfasten the younger's jeans in just one quick motion. For once, Changkyun has dressed in jeans that are not skin tight, and he shimmies out of them with the blonde's help easier than he would have any other day.
Jooheon slides from the bed, kneeling at the foot and dragging Changkyun with him so the younger's legs hang open over the edge of the tall mattress. Jooheon's hands run up and down the vampire's bare thighs, goosebumps left behind in their wake as he sits shivering in only his boxers and shirt. His upper half is almost sweating, and he tugs the cotton over his own head without Jooheon's coaxing. Their constant swings between who's eyes land on whom leaves Changkyun scared for the next instant, but eager nonetheless.
The vampire has half a mind to cover himself from Jooheon's wide-eyed stare, but he is left with little time to hide before the blonde's hands are on him again. Jooheon's thick fingers loop around the waistband of his plain boxers, and pull them down in one foul breath. Changkyun's semi-hard member stretches and arches before Jooheon's waiting lips, the older's hands already moving to push the vampire's legs further apart and hold them in place.
Wasting not a single second more of their time, Jooheon takes Changkyun into his mouth, eager to prove himself. His tongue presses hard against the throbbing vein against the base of the darker man's cock, and Changkyun graces the cold air with a wanton moan. Jooheon's hands tighten around the younger's thighs as he begins to take more and more of him into his mouth. The vampire shivers when the blonde's nails bite into his skin, his eyes finding Jooheon's as his breathing picks up. Staring down his own naked body to see the blonde there is one of the most exhilarating experiences of his young life.
Despite the steady hands pushing him back, Changkyun manages to rut forward into Jooheon's mouth, moaning again when the older gags and chokes on his too-hard member. Changkyun almost wants to apologize, but the feel of Jooheon's warm mouth around him wipes his mind after each second. "Fuck," he mutters, Jooheon's hollowed cheeks and red lips fitting like a charm around him. Changkyun reaches a hand out to grip Jooheon's long hair, pure silk between his fingers.
Jooheon's tongue swirls around Changkyun's tip as he winds one of his hands around the darker man's base. His thin fingers pump Changkyun slowly, taking care of all that his lips cannot. Changkyun is a puddle in Jooheon's hands, his head lolling onto his shoulder as he holds his breath to keep from thrusting forward to fuck into the blonde's mouth. Jooheon takes the hint and hums around the vampire's member before releasing it from his lip's cage.
Changkyun is practically dripping with lust as Jooheon licks at his thighs, nipping at the oversensitive skin there. "Jooheon," the vampire warns, his free hand dropping dangerously close to his own erection. "You've gotta let me fuck you," he blurts, the order the only one Jooheon needs.
The older pulls his searching hands away from Changkyun before pushing him back onto the bed and straddling the younger. His jeans rub against Changkyun's painfully hard member, and the younger ruts up before pushing Jooheon over and onto his back once more. Changkyun does not need any help with the blonde's jeans this time, throwing caution to the wind and snapping the buttons apart. He will just buy some new pants for the older later on.
Jooheon shuffles atop the bed's wrinkled blankets, Changkyun straddling him with both hands on the soft man's shoulders to keep most his weight off him. "Take these off," Changkyun murmurs as he clambers off the older to root around the bedside table for a condom. He hears Jooheon struggle with his jeans, but is awarded with the sight of the thick man lying naked when he turns around again.
Changkyun climbs back onto the bed, lifting Jooheon's legs and spreading them apart to nestle between them. He holds the foil packet in one hand, his other snaking around Jooheon's smooth hip to tease at his entrance. The vampire rolls their hips together, enjoying the friction the motion causes. He enjoys the way Jooheon's head tilts back as he stifles a moan, his teeth dragging across his own bottom lip as if in pain. "Fuck," the older mutters, his hands gripping the vampire's hips to still him. "Condom," he orders, to Changkyun's excitement.
He stalls for a long few breaths, pushing one long finger past Jooheon's tight walls. The blonde's hips roll down as Changkyun pushes just the single digit into his entrance, curling it a bit before pulling out to repeat. Jooheon cannot believe that he is been worked up this high so quickly; or how he has managed to find himself naked in a practical stranger's apartment after knowing him for an hour.
Changkyun teases the man with a second finger at his entrance, completely tantalizing as Jooheon's hips lose track of which direction to move in. Upwards for an enticing friction, or downwards against that almost painful pleasure. He moans aloud as the younger begins scissoring him apart, Changkyun sure to prep the older as best he can. The sound is music to the vampire's ears, and he rolls his hips again to treat the blonde.
Lifting the foil packet to his lips with his free hand, Changkyun tears the wrapping apart between his teeth. He pulls the pre-lubricated round out and lets the foil drop to the ground, more interest in the blonde beneath him than where his trash falls. Jooheon, now red in the face and painfully stimulated, lets his hands wander around Changkyun's heated skin. When he feels that Jooheon has had enough teasing, he pulls his hand away from the blonde and leans over him.
Changkyun pushes the rubber down his erection, hissing through his teeth when his own fingers graze his skin. Jooheon just leans deeper into the pillows and stills, letting Changkyun take all the control. Lifting the blonde's legs so his calves rest against his dark shoulders, the vampire lines himself up at Jooheon's entrance. He lowers  his lips to Jooheon's chest to nip at the skin there, hoping to distract the older from any pain. He is not surprised by how delicious Jooheon's skin is against his lips as he finally pushes pas the blonde's walls.
They groan in unison, the sensation of filling something and being filled equally satisfying. With his hands resting at the base of Jooheon's throat, Changkyun takes a long breath's time before moving.
It feels as if he has gone years without this, though it has only been a few weeks. He takes his lower lip in between his teeth, lifting himself again and letting his hips roll against Jooheon's expertly. The vampire's eyes ghost over the blonde's throat, the scent of caramel filling all of his senses as an unimaginable warmth floods through his body. Jooheon's eyes shut tight as Changkyun's nails scratch at his collarbones, his own digging into the darker man's hips and encouraging him to move.
Changkyun does not want to end before the blonde, so he busies one hand and wraps it around Jooheon's still hard member, pumping him at a rhythm too fast for the older to keep up with. Jooheon practically whimpers at the overstimulation, Changkyun's cock hitting his prostate with every roll of their hips. "Changkyun," he murmurs, like velvet hanging between them.
Jooheon cannot see straight when he peels his eyes open; from the sound of Changkyun's groans, to the man's hands, to his ability to fill him more than anyone else ever had- Jooheon is lost in every sensation. His high builds faster than it should, tight in his gut and twisting like a star's streak. It is a burn that settles low in his spine, almost numbing him with a heat too high to control.
The room, once cold and stale, darkens around them and fills with the smell of sweat and the sound of skin slapping against skin. Their bodies are slick, and Jooheon lasts no longer than a few minutes before he comes undone in Changkyun's hand, coating the darker man's fingers and his own pale stomach.
Changkyun, groaning at the sight, fills his condom almost instantly, his fingers still stroking Jooheon as he goes soft in his hand. The vampire barely lets the blonde's legs fall before he collapses atop Jooheon's soiled skin, chest to chest and legs tangled together between the blankets. Jooheon groans at the weight, but does not attempt to push the younger man away.
The connection he had felt upon meeting Changkyun earlier that night still has not abandoned the blonde, and he does not want to dare lose that contact now. He lets Changkyun catch his breath, relishing in the feel of the man's hot exhales hitting the crook of his neck. It tickles, and relaxes the blonde like a cup of tea in the evening would.
"God, I've been waiting years for that," the vampire murmurs into the silence, his nose pressed to Jooheon's pulse-point. He luxuriates in the blonde's stained scent, now melded with his own dark, natural traces like a badge. Caramel and something deeper beneath it; a pair that just fits.
Jooheon, however, tenses beneath the younger. "Years?" He wonders aloud, leaning his head back to look Changkyun full in the face. "What's that s'posed to mean?"
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Minhyuk does not escape the hospital until the stray hours of the morning, just before dawn can truly strike the horizon. He does not like making his way home at this time of day, but he is thankful that bus lines at least run this early, giving him a quick and quiet route to Hyungwon's old warehouse.
The building itself is situated in a rather densely populated neighborhood in Seoul, once a tire-production facility. Minhyuk is not sure when it was put out of business, but he knows Hyungwon bought out the old land in the late nineteen-nineties and had it converted to suit his needs. One, single couch cushion, and all his needs had been met.
"Master?" Minhyuk's voice calls into the darkness when he enters the warehouse through the usually unlocked main entrance. His voice shouts back at him, echoing around the cement entrance as he shuffles towards the main stairwell. He hates that he has to travel down several flights of steps, his legs tired after rushing about an emergency room for ten hours. "Master," he calls again when he hits the lowest basement of the warehouse.
"I'm here," comes the vampire's reply, surely sat on his usual cushion in the small den. "I've bought food," he calls when he does not hear Minhyuk move any closer towards the main room.
Minhyuk can smell what seems to be something fried and greasy, but he still does not move. More concerning than his empty stomach is what he can hear. "Master, please block your thoughts." Minhyuk, having gone a long while of hearing nothing from Hyungwon's old mind, does not like hearing anything from him now.
The old man's mind, much like the telepath's, seems to be caught between one thought and the next. Two halves of an argument are tossed between either side of his head, neither winning or jumping ahead. Minhyuk manages to lock his own exhausted mind down before catching too much, but he does not miss his name tied down to Hoseok's.
When he wanders into the den, he finds Hyungwon lying flat on his back, his cushion several feet away from him and only the cold floor beneath him. "What're you doing on the floor?" Minhyuk asks in annoyance. It is almost a nuisance to see his Master keeping himself purposefully uncomfortable. The telepath does not want to have to hear the vampire complain about it later on.
"Waiting for you, of course." He gestures with a pale hand towards a table he had pulled from one of the old pledge rooms. Minhyuk is not eager to tuck into the food Hyungwon has brought along, the stench of fried beef bold even in the mildew-infested basement. Though the telepath is on the verge of starvation, he wants only to get on with this charm. "You have to eat," Hyungwon mutters, his eyes shut but his hand gesturing again.
"I ate at the hospital," Minhyuk lies, crossing towards a small nook in the wall where he had stashed his mother's book hours ago before he had gone.
"I can't catch even a whiff of your blood," Hyungwon comments, lifting a finger to touch the tip of his nose. "Meaning your body is too weak. You need to eat, especially if you expect to channel any of your fae powers."
Minhyuk rolls his eyes, walking around Hyungwon's sprawled form and sitting himself on the floor beside the small coffee table. The food rests in small plastic bowls, as if from a food truck, though the chance is unlikely given the time. Minhyuk's stomach clenches at the sight of fried rice cakes in one dish, and blood sausage in another. He really is hungry, but he still does not feel up to eating. He goes through the motions of it all, Hyungwon's eyes closed the entire time as the telepath takes in all he can handle. He does not feel any better when he has filled himself, and Hyungwon can smell a sickness in him, but he does not point it out. The last time Minhyuk was sick, it had been an infection that left his blood sour and his scent of the forest floor closer to rotting topsoil.
Hyungwon's tongue burns at the thought, but he opens his eyes when Minhyuk announces that he is finished. Sitting up, the vampire turns to face his telepath, unsure if he wants to please Minhyuk and go through with this charm or just glamour him into sleeping off whatever sickness is surely incoming. He does not get the chance to decide, Minhyuk's thin form already standing and lifting his spell book from the table with him.
"I'll need you to give me your blood willingly. I can't take it by force, if I do then the soul I pull forward won't be willing either. It has to be a give and take." Minhyuk twirls his fingers through the air, his spell book clutched to his chest as if for protection.
Hyungwon sighs, motioning the telepath closer. "You need to tell me why you're calling your father's soul, or else I won't help you. I don't want to blindly hand you a dead man's mind without just a little bit of forethought."
"I already told you," Minhyuk murmurs, crossing the room to kneel before his Master. He has not knelt like this in a long while, bearing his whole self to the vampire like a true disciple. Hyungwon does not particularly like the weakness behind Minhyuk's eyes now, as he once had upon their first meeting. Long ago, he had made absolutely sure that all his pledges were submissive to him in all forms. But claiming Minhyuk had changed his perception of the telepath, and years beside him had changed his entire way of viewing the now dark-haired man.
Love has changed the way he even breathes around the man.
"Tell me again," he says softly. His eyes, wide and locking with Minhyuk's, are oh-so inviting. He does not want to do this, but Minhyuk is too weak and they both know it. He laces just a dash of a dreamlike vision before Minhyuk's eyes, images of relaxation and his family in their youth. "Tell me all over again."
Minhyuk sways on his knees, fatigue hitting him all at once as Hyungwon's glamour slams down on his exhausted mind. Hyungwon is quick to catch the telepath when he tumbles forward, sleep overtaking him  quicker than the vampire would have thought possible. Minhyuk mumbles inaudibly as he drifts into unconsciousness, his eyes shifting behind their lids. Hyungwon lifts the telepath from the cold ground, carrying him over his shoulder in a rush to his mother's old room.
The bed, still warm with her lingering energy, cradles Minhyuk close and welcomes him like an old friend the moment Hyungwon sets him down atop the covers. The vampire apologizes quietly for putting the telepath to sleep like this, but his care for the man overpowers his responsibilities as a toxic blood-bearer. Surprising even to him, Hyungwon reaches out a hand to push the telepath's long hair back from his face. He is not shocked to find that his skin is scalding, a sweat breaking out over the nurse's forehead as he rests. Hyungwon does not find it hard to rest beside the telepath and wait out the man's fever with him, keeping him asleep while the fae blood in his body does its best to chase away sickness.
He finds it simple to sit on the floor with a hand to Minhyuk's head, his cheek pressed to the edge of the bed and his eyes on his other hand that rests only centimetres from the telepath's. If he could have sensed when Minhyuk had woken, he might have had more reservations on showing as much affection as he had; unfortunately for the both of them, Hyungwon never notices when Minhyuk peels his eyes apart.