My Little One // Taekook - Chapter 7: Chapter 7

When Taehyung touched the back of his neck, Jungkook moved forward as the want to rip into Taehyung's skin suddenly overcame him. He breathed in while pressing his nose against Taehyung's skin.
Delighted that Jungkook was paying attention, Taehyung encouraged him, "Bite quickly."
While rubbing his nose across Taehyung's skin, Jungkook nodded in agreement. Now that he had a better scent of Taehyung's skin, his mind was clouded with bloodlust. His heart was beating more quickly out of anticipation as hunger now throbbed in his veins.
The snap of flesh beneath Jungkook's mouth was oddly pleasant in a way that he felt he shouldn't appreciate so much. He didn't need instruction on how to bite; teeth penetrated skin easily enough.
Taehyung's hushed, surprised breath shouldn't have been as rewarding or as exciting as it was. Jungkook ignored the way Taehyung clutched the back of his neck as a warning before drawing back and sucking forcefully, Jungkook was pushed by some animal urge to keep his fangs buried in Taehyung's flesh.
Compared to the horrible liquid Taehyung had just tried to convince Jungkook to drink, blood glided over his tongue. It tasted like iron, as it should, with a hint of cherry-flavored sweetness and sourness. It was also a touch too warm. Even so, it was delicious.
When Jungkook licked up Taehyung's collarbone, capturing the flow of blood before he put his mouth over his skin and sucked harder, a breathless huff crackled through the air.
Enough to fill Jungkook's mouth with blood before he swallowed, leaving the flesh throbbing across his swollen lips. He repeated it twice more until Taehyung's hold on him grew tighter, and he felt strangely delighted.
"Oh," Taehyung moaned and twitched back, and Jungkook instantly followed him. He pushed him up against the cabinet before dragging his tongue over Taehyung's sharp jaw and wanting once more.
When Taehyung attempted to lean away, Jungkook objected angrily, licking a wide stripe up his throat in a hot, possessive manner. He bit at his skin to get closer.
When Jungkook dug the tips of his fangs back into the punctures, Taehyung stiffened and relaxed simultaneously.
Taehyung's chest was fumbled up by a hand that slid between them, and when a couple more buttons were undone, Jungkook squirmed happily against Taehyung's flesh. He's not sure whose hand it is because his vision is cloudy, but it exposed more skin for him to nibble on, blood-staining golden skin, in an anxious attempt to create marks.
Taehyung exhaled, "Jungkook," and something about the sound of his name on Taehyung's lips was seductive, sending shivers over him like fingertips gliding gently over his skin.
Jungkook felt the urge to bite harder and press down harder. It made him want to force Taehyung against the cabinet, bite him as deeply as he could, and take what was rightfully his.
''Mmh—refrain from biting further. Just take a little bit more."
Taehyung's tone made Jungkook shudder; his speech was almost slurred, and Jungkook was too deranged to even consider feeling ashamed of what he was doing—scraping his teeth across Taehyung's skin.
Something in the back of his mind informed him he should, but his brain warned he should not be attempting to give the other as many hickies as he was trying to after such a brief period of getting to know each other.
That was being argued against loudly by a desire that was so exquisite it ran down his spine and made him feel out of his body, thudding in his chest.
Taehyung's fingers fumbled for the edge of his shirt and slid up to his paw at the dip of his waist, which caused Jungkook to moan and place his mouth back on Taehyung's throat.
When Jungkook covered the bite with his tongue and took another sip, the warm long fingers and digging in nails were firm and blissful. Teeth throbbing from the want to cause bruises, he pushed Taehyung's shirt material aside to reveal the round of the latter's shoulder.
Jungkook wanted to know how much power he possessed above Taehyung. He didn't get why Taehyung was permitted to give him the upper hand.
Taehyung appeared dazed, his long lashes were brushing over his cheekbones when Jungkook looked up.
Taehyung's fangs were also out, the sharp tips almost cutting through his full bottom lip, as revealed by the dull press of white into red lips, which alerted Jungkook to the situation.
Jungkook flicked out his tongue to moisten his lips and dragged over the point of his fang as his head jerked back. It was simple to give in at the sight of it.
So, Jungkook bent back down again and scraped his teeth over Taehyung's shoulder, even though he afterward came to the conclusion that it might not have required that much effort because his resolution most likely crumbled the moment Taehyung offered his throat.
Because of how quiet it was, Taehyung's puff of breath could easily be heard by Jungkook when he nibbled at the other's shoulder and soothed with a moist kiss that appeared too delicate for the circumstance.
Jungkook's chest began to vibrate with a different kind of need that was bubbling beneath his skin. Jungkook huffed, wanting attention, expecting Taehyung to respond as severely as he affected Jungkook, but Taehyung didn't object. Why the hell did he behave this way?
He believed he heard a faint laugh, but blood dropped down and gathered in the dip of Taehyung's collarbone, grabbing his attention. It's extremely tempting to bite again. So, Jungkook prepared to nip at the wound again while widening his mouth—
Taehyung growled in a stern tone, "Enough," his hold on Jungkook's waist grew tighter as the latter licked at his collarbone and over the protruding bone in an attempt to get him to give in.
"That's enough."
Jungkook quickly listened obediently when Taehyung spoke to him in that tone. He sealed the shattered flesh together instinctively by placing his tongue against it. His instinct compelled him like a command, telling him to pay attention and comply with the other vampire's wishes.
When Jungkook pulled back far enough to see the extent of the damage, his gut clenched at the sight of Taehyung's shirt, which was half-untucked at the chest and had pink splotches in the shape of Jungkook's mouth following over his collarbone. With a shiver jolting down his spine, Jungkook's gut lurched.
Taehyung's silky skin had a noticeable dark red mark at the point where his neck and shoulder met.
Jungkook paused at the sight, humiliation settling over his shoulders, yet he felt a tingling sensation on his skin as he saw the red markings across Taehyung's jaw that were already starting to fade.
"I-I'm so sorry!" Jungkook stuttered. When Taehyung gently grinned, a blush burned across his face.
Taehyung's eyes were keen and sharp, sparkling as if he had just acquired a new toy to care for and play with.
"Don't worry," Taehyung reassured, smoothing his thumb over the plush of Jungkook's lower lip. Taehyung swallowed the digit in his mouth and casually cleaned the blood off of it as Jungkook watched with wide, rounded eyes.
"If I had been dissatisfied with you, you would have known. A day or two after the turning, this typically occurs to all fledglings at some point. Or according to what I've heard, because you are my only one."
Taehyung examined the markings on his skin as he ran his thumb over a smear of blood on his chest. A sense of fulfillment grew in the back of his thoughts.
Jungkook was so flustered and ashamed that he was only able to look at the edge of the shirt that was draped over his wrist.
"Okay," he replied quietly.
Taehyung chuckled, left his shirt unbuttoned, and grabbed a hand towel to clean himself up before straightening his slacks and fastening his shirt. It was difficult to see if there were any remaining scars across his jaw.
Taehyung said, "I want to spend more time with you. I don't know much about you. I'd like to get to know you better since you are mine and I am yours."
Again, Jungkook was perplexed: why did they need to be acquainted? Is this something like a tradition?
''C-can I ask you something if you don't mind?''
''Go ahead, I'm all ears.''
"S-sorry if my question offended you, but why do we need to know each other? Is it a thing for every fledgling?"
"You need to stop saying sorry for everything, you have nothing to be afraid of, and nobody is above you here," Taehyung said as he gave him that fond gaze once more. "And do you know what am I?"
''Um, a vampire?''
Taehyung chuckled out loud, making the boy embarrassed at his answer. Of course, he is a vampire you dumbie.
''I'm known as V, the lord of the vampire race. And you...,'' Taehyung​ gazed at the adorable boy, eyes golden again, ''You are the one I had been waiting for centuries, my mate.''
Jungkook felt a burning sensation throughout his body as if his system were being invaded by some sort of connection. Lord? Mate?
The words were too unfamiliar for him.
''I know. You don't need to hurry; learning takes time. Just keep in mind that as your mate, I will look out for you, lead you, feed you, and kill for you. We still have the rest of our lives to develop our relationship."
Although Jungkook didn't entirely grasp what was being said, what he did understand caused his heart to race. He had someone who would be there for him every day for the rest of his life.
''So I become a vampire now? Can't I die anymore?''
''Yep, your changes are complete. Normally, you can still die if your heart was taken out and flamed by fire. But you had fed on my blood, the original blood so you can't be killed anymore. You should adapt to human blood though, or animal's at least.''
Jungkook made a disgusting face at the last sentence, ''Can't I feed on your blood forever?''
Taehyung rolled his eyes playfully, ''You can but it won't be healthy, as I said earlier, my venom has side effects. Don't worry, I will slowly make you adapt. Until then, you can feed on my blood.''
Jungkook nodded joyfully, shocked at how comfortable he felt around the lord of the entire vampire race and how he even dared to make requests. He assumed this was the benefit of being mates.
''Alright, do you want to look around the place? I'll introduce you to my fellow vampires as my mate as well.''
''Right now?!''
It'd be a lie if Jungkook wasn't nervous, of course, he would be. What if vampires resented him for deceiving them? Not him, but his friends did wrong after all.
When a hand softly touched Jungkook, he was startled out of his thoughts, Taehyung was looking at him with a fond look, again, ''You shouldn't worry about them; it's only a tradition. I'm afraid you'd be more in danger if I don't declare you as my mate. You can't be died but... I'd be horrified to see you suffering in any way.''
Taehyung's voice was deep and raspy but kind of soothing and had the ability to make people agree with him easily. Is that another one of his abilities?
Oh, when will Jungkook find out that Taehyung didn't even smile at others? Let alone softly speaking and tenderly looking at?
''I have to do this before we go outside. Please pardon me.''
Wide-eyed and nodding, Jungkook expressed his interest in Taehyung's plans. He gave a startled squeak as the older drew him in, putting one hand around his wrist and the nose against his cheek.
Even though the action made Jungkook flustered, he refrained from objecting. Then, as he felt gentle circles on his wrist, an unfamiliar scent almost choked him as if he had been thrown into a rose-filled deep woodland.
Holy shit, Jungkook got greedy and he sniffed more unconsciously and Taehyung chuckled at that.
''You like my scent?''
What? Is it his scent?
''You will smell like me the entire day; this is known as scenting between mates. Sane people will be aware not to mess with you."
Jungkook wasn't sure how to handle the thought of smelling like Taehyung or having Taegyung's smell on him. But since he had nothing against it, he allowed Taehyung to do it.