Jaejoong showered for more than an hour and used a complete bottle of shower gel to get rid of the filthiness he was feeling. He only stopped showering because the tapestry in the bathroom threatened to come off of the wall because of all the steam. He didn’t bother drying himself before getting into his comfortable bathrobe. And finally he glanced into the mirror to examine the damage to his face. His lip was looking horrible, bruised and swollen and his cheek was starting to shine in a blueish-violetish color.
He usually liked his small 2 room apartment, but today he felt slightly claustrophobic in it. Desperately wishing to have more space and a functioning air conditioner. Unfortunately, said device quit working a few days ago. Now the whole apartment was filled with the hot and steamy air coming from the bathroom. Jaejoong considered opening a window to get some fresh air into the room, but instead of opening a window or the glass door leading onto his balcony he double-checked every window and door to see if they were locked. His nerves still felt like they were running a thousand miles per hour, but his body was slowly realizing that he intended to skip dinner completely after this incident and made sure that Jaejoong knew it disagreed with this decision.
So Jaejoong found himself in the tiny kitchen, roaming through all the cupboards and the fridge to find something eatable. The leftover noodles from 3 days ago still looked fine but as soon as he opened the lid his nose told him otherwise. So he searched further and finally found some instant ramen in a corner of his cupboard. He was now so impatient to get some food into his stomach that he didn't even think of sitting down and ate the noodles while standing between oven and sink.
Unfortunately it wasn’t enough to satisfy his almost empty stomach and he frantically searched for something else. Somehow he found the idea of gaining ten kilograms of weight over night very attractive. He knew he could not do much about his face and features but he would bet everything he got that tonight would not have happened had he not looked so delicate. And what made it even worse was the fact that he could still feel that assholes hand touching him, roaming over his stomach and his chest, and fiddling with his piercing. He knew that he should go to the police and make a statement about what happened. He seriously didn’t want those guys to do the same thing they already did to him to someone else. But he didn't want to leave the security of his apartment, so instead of getting dressed and walking to the police station he got back into his living room and cuddled himself onto the couch. He didn’t even think about the possibility of calling.
He could feel how his stomach was working on the food it just got a few moments ago. It was definitely a good thing that he couldn’t find any more food cause he had to fight against sudden waves of sickness trying to overwhelm him every now and then.
He heard a noise coming from one of the dark corners and anxiously stared into the darkness trying to find out what the cause of it was. And while he was staring he could see a form coming into shape. And as he recognized the familiar outlines he let go of the breath he wasn’t even aware of holding in. It was his cat Makaio who peeled herself out of the shadows as if she was peeling off a coat. He remembered seeing her dashing out of his way when he came through the door and threw his keys and bag in some of the corners at the entrance and rushed immediately into the bathroom. Possibly scaring and annoying her at the same time.
"Sweetie," he said, "I'm fine now. I'm really sorry if I scared you."
Yes, he was talking to his cat. You have a problem with that? He couldn’t even remember when it started. It just felt natural talking to her and it certainly seemed like she was listening. He would bet that she was commenting on what he said and did all the time. Okay, maybe he should start to go out more often or else he would end up as one of those weird cat-ladies (though he wasn’t female).
Just the thought of that made him shiver, and he started to think about his life again. Was it really so hard to get what he wanted? He really didn’t think so, but apparently it was otherwise he would already be living in a nice apartment with a partner who loved him equally as much as he loved him. It couldn’t be so hard to find someone to spend the rest of his life with right? All he asked for was someone for him... there had to be someone somewhere right? The only thing he wasn’t sure of was where exactly that person was. And how he would be able to find him when he didn’t know where to look.
While all these thoughts were rushing through his mind, he started petting Makaio and the cat awarded him with low, but nonetheless very satisfied sounding purrs that almost lulled him into sleep. But apparently his phone decided to ring that instant and he almost jumped at the sound of it.
"Hello?" he asked, his voice a bit rusty and slightly shaking though the person on the other end didn't seem to notice. "Hey Jaejoong it's me Jeremy. I've got a hot issue for you. Just a few minutes ago a car exploded in front of the Odeon. If you go now I bet you'll be the first journalist there. That's the chance you needed, right? If you take this chance that bitch Jessica won't be able to suppress you like she used to do." Jeremy said cheerily. Totally ignoring the fact that someone died in the car explosion and just having the thought of helping Jae in his mind.
Jaejoong hesitated to answer. He knew he should tell Jeremy about what happened, but he just couldn't bring himself to say the words.
"Hey! Still there, Jae?" Jeremy asked uncertain about the reaction he received. "Jae!" The other man almost jumped again as he heard Jeremy shouting his name through the phone. "Y-yeah I'm still here. What did you just say?"
"Oh come on Joongie~~. I can't believe you didn't listen the first time. This is your chance, okay? Just get your lazy ass up from the couch and hurry to the front of the Odeon. The other guys should be there already and can inform you properly. So just GO!" He shouted the last word in such a commanding voice that Jaejoong didn't know what happened but not a minute later he found himself fully dressed outside his apartment on the way to the Odeon thinking what the hell he was doing outside his apartment. In a sudden attack of panic he clutched at his bag, searching frantically for the pepper-spray and only calming down as he felt the familiar form of the container under his touch.
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Yunho materialized in Tae Kyung's salon. He had to squint his eyes because of the brightness in the room, but despite that he could make out the expensive furniture and paintings in the room.
Damn he'd forgotten how luxurious the other lived. Almost like he was part of aristocracy. But wait, what did he just say? Tae Kyung was part of the aristocracy. He had once been the head of the council, but that was before he joined them and started fighting against their enemies. And it seemed he had never changed his taste from then. But at least Tae Kyung had good taste. He actually lived with the awfully expensive stuff and didn't treat his house like a museum.
Yunho sighed. He knew that the majority of their race expected him to live similar to this. But he just couldn't sit down and look away when there were innocent civilians being killed almost every night. They couldn't afford to lose more if they wanted to survive in the future.
His thoughts were interrupted by the sound of a door opening. A person stepped into the room and hesitated just a mere moment as he saw Yunho standing there before he immediately bowed and dimmed the light so that Yunho's eyes stopped hurting.
"My Lord, what a pleasant surprise to see you here. Are you going to stay for dinner?"
"Thank you Donghee, but no. I'm just staying a couple of hours at the most."
Tae Kyung's butler, Donghee, looked slightly disappointed as he heard that Yunho wasn't staying but composed himself pretty quickly and asked if there is anything else he could to for Yunho.
"Indeed there is something." As he heard those words Donghee's face lit up. "Jungsu is going to be here in about an hour. Please bring some snacks and drinks to my room before he gets here. Thank you."
"My pleasure."
Yunho watched as Donghee's silhouette disappeared before he stepped in front of the largest painting - it almost covered one third of the wall and showed an interesting hunting scene. The painting would have been worth several millions or even more considering the fact that it was an unknown piece of Leonardo da Vinci's. He'd just finished it a few days before his death and it showed how the previous king - Yunho's father - and the warriors of that time were hunting down a large group of Antis.
He put his hand on the surface and touched all the way to the frame on the left side - his fingers were searching for the almost unnoticeable bump he needed to press to open the secret passageway leading to Tae Kyung's and his rooms. Yes his room. He always wondered why Tae still had the rooms provided for him and kept asking him to stay. Somehow he couldn't believe that Tae Kyung felt lonely and just wanted his company. But even if that was the reason, he never accepted the offer to stay longer than just a few hours. He preferred the loneliness of the storage house he used to sleep in. Security there was heavy, he bet everything he had that Fort Knox wasn't better secured than his sleeping place. He liked the anonymity there. Nobody except himself knew where it was, not even his sworn brothers or Jungsu.
Yunho thoughts stopped twirling around as he stepped into the main room of his and took in the sheer darkness. With a flick of his will he lit up the candles that were strategically placed in the room and let his eyes wander over the room. Everything was pitch black. Walls and ceiling were as black as the carpet covering the floor - this way his eyes didn't hurt at all and he could actually relax for the first time for weeks. He took in the sight of the furniture - a couch and armchair were grouped together with a table, the king-sized bed with its silken sheets in blood red - the only real color down here. The slightly uneven wall indicated where the build-in closet was. A few steps beside it was another door that led into the bathroom - his destination.
On the way to the bathroom door he slid out of the wade-long sleeveless black leather coat and just let it fall down. Next in row where his shirt and shoes landing somewhere else on the black floor. As his trespassed into the bathroom he also left behind his pants and underwear, pooled together right in front of the door.
The mirror across the door showed his naked reflection and revealed how excellent his body was built. It seemed as if there wasn't a gram of fat and it only consisted of muscles, but not the buff ones bodybuilders had, no - the lean ones that showed his strength and dangerousness.
He stepped into the shower, cause there was no way he would be meeting Jungsu with the smell of the Odeon and that Anti still lingering around.
Somehow he looked forward to meeting Jungsu. It had been a while since they've seen each other and he kind of missed talking to the other. But they had this rule that whenever the other was seeing someone they would not see each other regarding any of their needs. It seemed as if Jungsu's relationship failed again and somehow Yunho was happy about it. He once met the person Jungsu was seeing lately and he really couldn't stand the others attitude. In his opinion they didn't match at all.
Of course that wasn't the only reason he was looking forward to seeing his friend again - yes you read right friend. Jungsu was the best kept and at the same time common known secret Yunho had.
Practically everyone knew that Yunho and Jungsu were fucking and feeding on each other, but somehow everyone thought it was because Jungsu was the closest to being a pure-blood without having a steady relationship. But in fact those two have been friends ever since Jungsu helped Yunho making it through his transition.
Yunho knew that the majority of the vampire's aristocracy looked down on Jungsu because of what they shared, but Yunho couldn't be more thankful to the other, cause sometimes he had the feeling that Jungsu was the only thing that kept him from going insane.
He smiled at that thought, got out of the shower and started drying himself, reaching for a second towel to wrap around his waist and proceeded back into the main-room. Obviously he had been showering longer than he thought, because as he stepped into the room he was greeted by another persons presence.
This person was clad in the same clothes Yunho wore before showering, the only difference being the color. While Yunho's clothes were the deepest shades of black, the one in front of him liked lighter colors - especially white and all the different shades of it. And somehow the other didn't look half as intimidating and dangerous as Yunho - the only term Yunho could think of to describe the other male was elegant though it wasn't entirely catching the atmosphere exuding from the lonely figure.
Yunho silently approached the other and when he was near enough he bent his head to whisper into the others ear: "Hey Angel."
The smaller man turned around in a split second ready to fight whoever had snuck up on him, but as he saw Yunho's familiar form he relaxed visibly.
"Yah, Jung Yunho! Do you want me to die of an heart attack?" He asked with embarrassment and anger evident in his voice. "And you know I don't like it when you call me that."
"Hey calm down okay. I was surprised myself that I could sneak up behind you." Yunho answered thoughtfully. "Which leads to the conclusion that your senses are dulled." While speaking Yunho lifted Jungsu's chin up to inspect the other's face intently. With an angry sound he let go.
"She did it again, huh?"
Jungsu's nod was almost invisible.
"How long?" he demanded to know.
"Almost two weeks." Jungsu hesitantly answered.
"Seriously!" Yunho was fuming. He never got along with Jungsu's sister very well, but he compromised because she was one hell of a doctor. Probably the best one vampires ever had. But there definitely were limits. And one of those limits had been broken repeatedly by using her own brother as a test subject.
"You know that I don't like the fact that she's giving you that artificial blood. It makes you dizzy and drowsy! What if you were attacked by enemies while in this state?"
Jungsu opened his mouth to answer but he couldn't even get out a sound.
"And don't fucking give me that shit about them not being a real threat. You know better than that! You saw them! Fought them!" Yunho almost screamed the last words. And that was frightening in itself because usually Yunho never raised his voice - he simply didn't need to.
"I know Yunho. Trust me I know." Jungsu answered with a soothing voice trying to calm the other. "And you know I'm just enduring it because I want to help. I know you don't like Young Hae, but seriously, she's doing nothing I didn't say yes to beforehand."
Yunho took a deep breath and tried to calm down. He looked at Jungsu again and recognised the signs that the other was holding back his hunger by sheer force.
He sighed again and took a step backwards to settle on the couch.
“I still don’t like it, but you’re starving. And that should come first now.”
He patted the spot beside him and Jungsu followed his invitation to sit down beside Yunho. His whole body was trembling with the promise of the much needed blood just centimeters away.
Yunho let Jungsu decide where he wanted to bite. His bare neck being open to intrusion and his wrist lying loosely on his thigh. As Jungsu bent down, fangs visible, Yunho wasn’t expecting what happened next.
Jungsu took his wrist but didn’t sink his teeth in. Instead Yunho felt a short and sharp pain as the others fangs sank into the flesh right above his hipbone. He could feel the eagerness behind every swallow Jungsu took - how the other grew stronger every second. And with every swallow of blood taken, Yunho could feel fire running through his veins.
A hungry fire that consumed all rational thoughts and left him with only one goal - feeling the other underneath him and feeding off his moans as the other was feeding off his blood. And seeing Jungsu’s head so close to his already hard cock did nothing to cool him down, but he knew the other had to feed first. Afterwards they could have some fun.
