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If anything happened in any of the nightclubs in Seoul, Park Jimin knew about it. Between himself and his other half, Kim Taehyung, they had an iron grip on the nightlife in the Capital city. There was no club that opened, no host/ess bar that took in a high take that he didn’t know about, that they didn’t give their blessings. If the girls or guys in a host/ess bar were being mistreated, if there were rumblings of trafficking, drug dealing that went on under their noses… they stopped it.
There were those that loved to push boundaries, of course, and of those it was almost always a vampire behind the affront. Jimin has been alive for centuries, and has been running with his current clan for half of it. The only person that has been with him from the beginning… was Taehyung. They had grown up together, on the run from towns that didn’t like what they were, and with no idea of who sired them in the first place. They were children of the night, born in the daylight and belonged to neither world. Eventually, Jimin felt like he didn’t need to know what he was, what it meant to be a dhampir - he had Taehyung, they had each other, and they could wander the land during the daylight hours as well as the night. Nothing was off-limits for them and they left the expectations of society behind.
For a long time, Jimin felt like he didn’t need anybody other than Taehyung, but as always, the world had other ideas. They cut a swath of rumours and high tales throughout Asia, and it wasn’t until they came to the big city of Seoul that they realized… there were others like them. And unlike he and Taehyung, they were in a coven of their own. They taught each other how to survive between two worlds and easily brought both Taehyung and Jimin into their fold. After being alone for so long, to find a family… It was strange, but welcome.
“...you want us to join you?” Jimin had asked, looking at RM, the leader of the small clan with distrustful eyes.
The older dhampir nodded, dimples dotting his cheeks. “You and Taehyung have been wandering for a long time, right? You don’t have to stay here, but at least let us help show you what you’re capable of, how to efficiently defend yourself, the networks we have created.”
“You… said you’re vampire hunters? Why hunt your own kind?” Taehyung asked, curious.
RM inclined his head. “An understandable question. We aren’t full vampires, and we do not belong to the world of humanity either. We straddle the line… and we have taken it upon ourselves to be the arbiter of justice to those on both sides that abuse their power. Our focus are on full-blooded vampires that forget that while they are immortal, they are not indestructible, and force their will on this world.”
“That sounds pretty altruistic,” Taehyung noted, raising an eyebrow.
“I’ve had practice with the speech,” RM joked, but his expression was serious. “But as I said, you two are free to leave; nothing holds you here.”
“I’m staying,” Jimin said, surprising his other half. “You’re interesting, RM; I want to see if your words hold any weight.”
RM smiles. “Welcome, both of you. Come, let me introduce you to everyone. This is Seokjin, my second-in-command. This is Yoongi and Hoseok. While Bangtan is only the six of us right now, we have quite a network of Hunters that we consort with.”
“...are you sure about this Jiminie?” Taehyung asked.
“Yeah, we need to know,” Jimin replied, surprising himself. “I used to not want to know, but… now that there’s a chance, I wanna take it.”
The other half of his soul smiled and nodded back. “Same.”
Seokjin claps a hand on their shoulders. “Welcome aboard. Now, I’m going to put you two to work.”
“What?!”
“What do you mean, what?! You think you can just lounge around and look pretty!? Not on my watch!”
“What are you thinking about?” comes a deep voice, bringing the dhampir out of his thoughts.
“You,” Jimin replies, chuckling as he accepts the champagne glass filled with a gorgeous cocktail made by their skilled bartender, Soobin.
Taehyung snorts, but instead of sitting down beside him in their perch that overlooks DIONYSUS, the crown jewel of their nightclub empire, he rests his hands on Jimin’s sloped shoulders and whispers against his ear, “Wooyoung is here.”
Jimin’s golden eyes sharpen at that and he keeps his eyes pinned to the pulsating dance floor below their high-rise office. “Alone?”
“Yes,” Taehyung answers, to his surprise. “He’s been flirting with your favourite drink, Yeonjun… seems like he’s calling you out.”
A laugh escapes the half-vampire. “Just because he’s been sired by Master Park Seonghwa, he thinks he can come into my club and take my human? The gall on this one,” Jimin murmurs, getting to his feet after downing Soobin’s drink.
Taehyung smirks, running a hand through his sapphire blue hair. “You know why he’s doing this, don’t you?”
“Oh, if the baby vampire wants to play, I am in a playful mood,” Jimin replies as he sets the glass down on the table. “Don’t wait up for me, Tae.”
“I’ll make sure to let Namjoon-hyung know that you’re going to be playing tonight instead of picking up any new targets,” Taehyung offers, smirking.
Jimin rolls his eyes. “Please, if he needs anything, Hongjoongie and Jungkookie are always chomping at the bit to dust our brethren; he can bother them.” He sighs dramatically and drapes himself over the younger dhampir, fluttering his long eyelashes at him. “Our two youngest are his favourites. Where do I even fit in?”
Taehyung smirks and flicks him between the eyes - just hard enough to get him moving. “They actually do their work, so I’m not surprised our Leader likes them best,” he teases. Namjoon had his hands full coordinating with other Vampire Hunters, declining the requests of those that wanted to be a part of the successful Bangtan Clan, and meeting with those that wanted to request their services. “Now hurry up and play with your food. Some of us have work to do.”
Small fingers with painted nails that shift gold in the light thread through his dark grey, almost silvery hair. The silky strands flop back into place, as if he’d never disturbed them in the first place. “How do I look?”
“Good enough to make everyone question their sexuality, now go,” Taehyung hisses testily, seemingly at the end of his patience.
Usually his other half is not so testy, and Jimin raises an eyebrow as he’s pushed towards the door. Taehyung’s honeyed skin is glowing, so he’s clearly fed; his clothes are immaculate so no one’s spilled something on him, and the book he’s been reading has the bookmark underneath the front cover so he’s clearly finished it. An outside option occurs to him and a smirk creases Jimin’s plush lips.
“Oh… are you planning on seeing your own little vamp?” Jimin asks, eyes flashing with mischief. “What was his name, this baby vampire that has stolen my Taehyungie away from me?”
“I’m not entertaining this,” Taehyung mutters as he opens the door, shoving Jimin through it. “And his name is Yeosang.”
Jimin’s eyes brighten just in time for the younger half-vampire to slam the door in his face. Oh, he is definitely going to be harassing Taehyung later to get all the details; his other half is notoriously private, even to Jimin about certain things. One of those things had clearly been one of Park Seonghwa’s coven members, a soft-spoken, shy vampire named Kang Yeosang. He had been turned at the same time as Wooyoung, and was otherworldly beautiful; a model for one of the many fashion houses owned by Park Seonghwa.
While that is an interesting thread that he’ll pull at later, Jimin’s attention turns to the showpiece of DIONYSUS , the gorgeous dance floor and the state of the art sound system. He and Taehyung had spent an ungodly amount of time planning this club’s layout, making sure there were secret rooms for high-roller clients, safe rooms for those that need it, and drinking rooms if vampires found meals here.
He licks his lips as his crimson eyes scan the pulsating mass of humanity that easily becomes a slave to the music, conducted skillfully by the best DJ in Seoul, Bang Chan. Perhaps it was a bit of a shock to the supernatural community that a dhampir would employ a werewolf with proper compensation and not keep them as a pet, but Jimin always preferred merit to race; he’s proof enough that what one is doesn’t matter, it is what one does that is important.
Wooyoung is easy to spot in the middle of the dance floor, dancing like he was born to the music. His fingers are anchored in the bright pink strands of Yeonjun’s hair, and the human seems to be rather receptive to the advances of the young vampire.
<Yeonjun, good work. Keep him there for me, will you?>
Almost too smoothly to be seen, Yeonjun nods at the mental command and licks his plush lips, pressing them to Wooyoung’s ears and kissing his ear cuff. Jimin smirks; he’s taught Yeonjun well. To the young vampire’s credit, he’s aware that something is amiss but it seems more important to him to keep up the act. Jimin melts into the crowd and with his supernatural speed and magic, replaces Yeonjun with himself while Wooyoung closes his eyes.
“Finally alone, Wooyoung?” Jimin asks, snapping the young vampire out of his daze. He drags his sharp nails along the vampire’s neck, playing with the strands at the nape of his neck. Wooyoung’s hair is a gorgeous gradient of ice blue, blond and black, a bit long but stylishly cut; it beautifully frames his face and Jimin can see the little beauty mark that rests under his left eye.
Wooyoung’s eyes, while wide at first, soon sharpen as if the night’s finally turned around. “Finally,” he says, grinning. “I’ve been trying to get you down here forever.”
Surprise briefly registers on Jimin’s eternally beautiful face and he raises an eyebrow. “You’ve been trying to get to me?” he echoes.
The vampire licks his lips, fangs on full display. Jimin can see the necklace that hangs snugly around Wooyoung’s neck, the single black rose of Seonghwa’s coven delicately resting against his collarbone. “Yeah,” Wooyoung confirms. “I wanna have a good time and all I hear about is how Park Jimin knows how to do it.”
“You must know who I am, little one,” Jimin murmurs, running the pad of his thumb along Wooyoung’s bottom lip, his nail grazing against the beauty mark he finds there. “How I don’t hesitate to exterminate those of my own kind.”
Wooyoung grins at him, playfully biting at his fingertips. “You’ve never killed another dhampir, just vampires who were too dumb and got caught.”
He looks too much like a fox that’s found the hen house, Jimin finds, but there’s an energy to his wide eyes and handsome looks that he quite likes. “And you haven’t been caught?”
“I’ve been trying to get to you for a long time,” Wooyoung answers coyly, fingers brazenly anchoring in Jimin’s slate gray hair, toying with the strands. His bracelets jingle softly, and Jimin doesn’t have to look to know that they’re expensive; if he’s right - and he always is - they’re Van Cleef & Arpels, more than likely a set of their Folie des Prés bracelets.
(Even Master Seonghwa’s fledgelings dress exquisitely,) Jimin thinks, impressed. (One of those bracelets is 320,000,000₩.) “Did you dress up for me?” He easily brings one of Wooyoung’s wrists around, getting a good look at the ruby and diamond flowers. With a lazy smirk, Jimin kisses the bracelet, tongue curling around a sparkling ruby rose. He bares his fangs, scraping the fine point of his canines against a blue vein.
He watches carefully; Wooyoung’s crimson eyes sharpen and his lips part, but his body language remains open … almost eager. “Are you gonna drink from me?” Wooyoung grins. “You know what that means, right?” He leans in, licking his lips with a wolfish grin. “Do you wanna mate me, Jimin?”
“The balls on you,” Jimin murmurs. “What’s your game here, Wooyoungie?”
“I don’t really have a game,” Wooyoung admits, surprising the half-vampire. “The game was about getting you down here, and now that you’re down here, I just want you.”
The dhampir has been propositioned before - honestly, it’s as easy as being greeted with how powerful he is, how much of Seoul’s nightlife lives and dies through his whims - but there’s something so earnest and genuine about Wooyoung’s statement that it gives Jimin pause. “Want me how?”
“I dunno,” Wooyoung confesses, shrugging. “Anyway that seems fun. In bed, like this, singing karaoke. Whatever. Seoul’s ours, you know? I wanna explore it.”
Jimin smirks. “You could play with your little Coven mates. Where is San? You two are usually joined at the hip.”
Wooyoung grins. “Where’s Taehyung?”
“You forget your place, little vampire,” Jimin warns, though his body is starting to come alive with the tete-a-tete they’re having.
The young vampire hums, tilting his head from side to side. He reaches over and touches the choker necklace around Jimin’s slender neck, fingers toying with the golden chain and the pendant that has Bangtan’s emblem hanging from it, made out of purple sapphire. “I really like this, you know?”
Jimin grips Wooyoung’s waist, pulling him tight against him as Bang Chan spins a high tempo, sexy beat that pulses throughout the floor and walls of DIONYSUS. “Oh, do you? I’m afraid you can’t have one; ownership is rather exclusive.”
“That’s fine,” Wooyoung says easily, pressing up nice and close against the dhampir. “While I’d like it for myself, I think such a beautiful piece of craftsmanship would look even better dangling on my face.”
Pure, unadulterated shock crosses Jimin’s eternally handsome features and his plush lips part before they close and curl into a smirk. “What would Master Park say if he heard such things come out of your mouth to me of all people?”
With a high-pitched cackle that sounds remarkably sweet, Wooyoung flings his head back. “He’d tell me not to do it. But that just makes me wanna do it more.” He licks his canines. “What’s the point of immortality if you can’t have fun?”
“Quite the little philosopher, aren’t you?” Jimin murmurs, reaching out and touching Wooyoung’s jaw again, tilting it to get a good look at the young vampire. True to form, Master Seonghwa didn’t choose just anybody to turn; Wooyoung was turned at the height of his physical prime, handsome features simultaneously sweet and sharp and he knew exactly what looked good on his body. Right now, Wooyoung is wearing a bespoke three piece suit with no shirt underneath and drenched in tasteful diamonds.
What would he look like in nothing but those diamonds? The opportunity is right in front of him and Park Jimin is not a man who lets a chance slip by him.
Wooyoung grins at him. “Let’s have some fun, Jimin,” he says, a right little shit as he flagrantly ignores honourfics. He pulls away completely and moves into the crowd that seems to part the second he throws his arms out. The music has seamlessly shifted to a song that seems to encapsulate Wooyoung’s energy: slick, mischievous, trendy and something that just sticks into the soul, pulsing out through the veins.
Now in the spotlight, Jimin can see that Wooyoung’s suit is a work of art, and he is convinced more than ever that the young vampire would look exquisite in nothing but those diamonds on the dark silken sheets of his bed. Flawless skin immortalized by Park Seonghwa’s blood shines under the bright lights, lean and sinewy body moving with the beat like it was in every facet of his being. There was only one message in Wooyoung’s dancing:
‘I want you to fuck me tonight.’
Wooyoung licks his lips and drags a painted nail from his tongue down his gorgeously toned neck down to his bare collarbone. Jimin watches, outward expression blank as the younger vampire tempts him, appealing to the dhampir’s old life as an idol. His movements were entirely to the beat, feeling it with the soul he should’ve lost when he was turned. Wooyoung’s eyes are a shining crimson red, glittering with mischief and desire.
Not one to be outdone, Jimin sends a mental command for Bang Chan to play a very specific song next, and the DJ skillfully melts it into the end of Wooyoung’s song. It’s his most infamous song, one that torpedoed his career as an idol but won him notoriety and a cult following for being brazen enough to subvert so many taboo tropes in the industry. Excitement pulses through Jimin’s veins as the familiar sultry beat ripples through the club, updated and boosted by Chan’s skill behind the turntables.
Despite not dancing for quite some time, Jimin’s movements are silky smooth, and he makes use of his magical ability to subtly change his clothing to the beat. His suit changes from black to white, to brown to a iridescent purple that lights up against his tanned skin. With nimble fingers, Jimin plays with the matching fedora that covers his silvery grey hair, easily commanding the room with nothing but his body’s movements.
When he raises his head, Jimin is pleased to see Wooyoung is standing ramrod still, beautiful dark eyes wide and plush lips parted. The wonder soon passes into one of eager excitement and to Jimin’s surprise, he effortlessly joins in the choreography, as if he’s been dancing with Jimin for years. Their bodies slide sinfully against one another, fitting together like two pieces of a puzzle and Jimin can feel Wooyoung’s eternally cool skin begin to heat up the more he touches him.
“Do you still want me to fuck you, Jung Wooyoung?” Jimin whispers against the flushed ear of the young vampire.
“Yes,” Wooyoung confirms without hesitation. “I’d let you do it right here if you wanted.”
(What a brazen little thing,) Jimin thinks as the world slows to a stop around them. When was the last time he felt this alive? A century, at least. “They don’t deserve the show,” Jimin says finally, capturing Wooyoung’s soft lips in a heated kiss as he uses his magic to transport them from the dance floor to his penthouse apartment. He doesn’t stop kissing the younger vampire as their surroundings change, carried away on the tide that is Wooyoung’s kisses.
The dark haired vampire kisses like he’s never going to get the chance to do so again, and considering that it’s Jimin he’s kissing, that’s not entirely out of the question. “Fuck, I knew you’d kiss good,” Wooyoung murmurs as he eagerly anchors a hand in Jimin’s silvery grey hair, pressing up as close as is possible to the dhampir. “Yeonjun’s always going on about how good you make him feel.”
Jimin smirks. “Are you jealous?”
“Maybe,” Wooyoung admits, licking his lips. The older vampire’s eyes track the movement, falling on the beauty mark on his lower lip. “I know he’s just bugging me because of how I feel about you.”
Now that was curious. “And how do you feel about me, Wooyoung?”
“I think you can guess,” Wooyoung returns, smirking cheekily as he steals another kiss, being just careless enough that he slides a hand up Jimin’s billowy blouse. “You can relax,” he teases, “I’m not looking for a mate.”
Jimin raises an eyebrow in between a series of brief, increasingly passionate kisses. “No? Then why did you come here, why did you throw your Master’s words to the wind and come to DIONYSUS?”
Wooyoung licks his lips, and they’re so close that the dhampir can feel the brush of the vampire’s tongues against his own. “Like I said, I want you to fuck me.”
“And after that?”
“Meh.”
That gives the dhampir pause. “What do you mean?”
Wooyoung shrugs. “I didn’t plan that far; you probably want this to be a one-time deal, and I don’t want Master Seonghwa yattering my ear off about how I shouldn’t be consorting with a dhampir.” He snorts. “Like he’s not already mated to one.” He pauses, noting that Jimin’s not entirely surprised, or rather, not surprised at all by the bomb he’s just dropped. “...did you already know?”
He yelps as Jimin has him pinned to his King sized bed, golden yellow eyes bright in the dark light of the room. Jimin had moved them in an instant, and he’s pleased to see that Wooyoung’s not surprised, only paying attention to Jimin’s face. A smirk creases the dhampir’s plush lips, and he leans down to whisper, “oh, I know Master Park’s mate… I know him quite well. Do you know who he is?”
The vampire swallows. “It’s Lord Dracula’s son, a dhampir, Hongjoong,” he answers dutifully, swallowing when he’s under the full force of Jimin’s gaze. A pout soon comes to Wooyoung’s petal soft lips, and he fixes Jimin with a petulant gaze. “I caught them once. Out of everybody in Seoul, I really didn’t think Master Park’s mate would be that guy.”
With a soft chuckle, Jimin nips at Wooyoung’s neck, lavishing attention with his tongue to the mating spot. “Yes, Hongjoong and Seonghwa don’t look like they’re a perfect fit, but they’ve been mates for nearly two centuries.” He leans down, interested to map out a trail along Wooyoung’s neck with his biting kisses, licking around his diamond encrusted necklaces. “You don’t stay together that long if you don't work as a pair.”
“H-How do you know him?” Wooyoung breathes, blinking hard as he tries to keep cognizant, and Jimin smirks; he knows the effects he has on his partners and really, he’s impressed that Wooyoung’s hanging on this long.
“Do you really want to talk about them?” Jimin teases.
“If I don’t keep talking, you’re going to make me come,” Wooyoung confesses. “Talking about them is helping, kinda.”
The surprising honesty causes Jimin to pause, and he watches the vampire carefully. “Already? Your brethren take a while to warm up, as it were.”
Wooyoung laughs. “San says that too, that I have too much of my humanity left,” he shrugs and licks his lips. “So how do you know Master Park’s mate?”
Instead of answering right away, Jimin bites brazenly at Wooyoung’s neck, just underneath one of his diamond necklaces. True enough, Wooyoung’s body was heating up, and his arousal was pressing right into the dhampir’s thigh; what a marvel, this young vampire is. “If you don’t know, I don’t know if I should tell you,” Jimin teases, easily popping open the silk vest that hugs Wooyoung’s chiselled torso. “Master Park hasn’t told you for a reason…”
The vampire groans, grinding up against Jimin’s other hand, which has found itself south of his belt. “He hasn’t told me because he knows I’ll bug him about it,” Wooyoung whines as Jimin’s smaller hand trails along his chiseled abdomen. “But I already know they’re fucking, what’s the difference if I know how you know him?”
“Mm, an interesting point,” Jimin muses, holding Wooyoung’s hips down as he uses his mouth to open up the young vampire’s slacks. He smirks at the soft whine of relief as Jimin pulls Wooyoung’s cock out of his boxers, though it quickly turns into a moan when the dhampir licks up the length with a sinful slide of his tongue. “Hongjoong is one of us; he’s the eighth member of Bangtan, recruited by RM himself.”
“He’s -- fuck!” Wooyoung curses as he arches his back; Jimin’s taken him full into his mouth, sucking strongly. An utterly beautiful moan leaves his lips as Jimin wraps his plush lips around his cock, working him effortlessly. If there could be one thing that the silver haired man could bottle for an eternity, it would be the sound of Jung Wooyoung on the precipice of sexual bliss.
It surprises him when the thought passes through him that he may even enjoy it more than he had Taehyung’s.
Slowly, Jimin comes up for air, watching Wooyoung carefully. A blissed out smile is on the vampire’s tinted lips and he reaches up to run a hand through his slick hair. “I fucking knew that was the Bangtan brand on his chest,” he breathes. He pushes himself up onto his elbows to meet Jimin’s confused expression. “Can I kiss you again, Jimin?”
“Brat, dropping honourifics again?” Jimin asks, grazing his nails along the sensitive length of the vampire, delighting in the squeak he gets in response.
“What do you want me to call you then?” Wooyoung asks in return, exasperated. “Mr. Park? Got a master kink? Hyung kink?” He groans as Jimin claps his thigh. “Ugh, what?!”
With a snort, Jimin pushes himself up to his knees, pulling off his clothes carelessly. Someone would surely have a heart attack seeing that he’s ripping couture YSL like its a dollar store brand, but Jimin has one thing on his mind and one thing only: ruining the gorgeous vampire that’s in his bed. “You sure have a mouth on you.”
“It could be on you if you stopped playing around so much,” Wooyoung counters, shrugging off his jacket and vest as he pulls the dhampir lord of Seoul’s nightlife into his lap. He takes advantage of the older man’s surprise to bring his arms around him and capture him in a deep kiss. “I thought you wanted to have fun.”
Indignation briefly flits across Jimin’s handsome face before the challenge ignites in his eyes and he returns Wooyoung’s heated kiss with one of his own. He shreds the rest of the vampire’s clothing with his nails, dragging the pointed tips up Wooyoung’s toned back. Wooyoung responds by sliding his strong hands down to the dhampir’s ass, eagerly opening his mouth when Jimin’s tongue licks at the seam of his lips.
“You should know your place, Jung Wooyoung,” the silver haired man hisses, turning their kisses biting, fangs scraping against skin and drawing blood that heals almost immediately.
He can feel Wooyoung’s grin against his own lips. “Fuck me into it, Park Jimin,” he challenges. A satisfied smirk crosses Wooyoung’s handsome features as he’s shoved back on the bed, a bottle of lube and a strip of condoms landing beside him.
Something that Jimin hasn’t experienced in over a century courses through his veins: excitement. Not manufactured, not acting in the memory of what thrills used to get him drunk on the adrenaline… true, unadulterated excitement. Colour bursts just out of his field of vision and the silver haired half-vampire turns, watching as fireworks explode over some rich bastard’s party in Gangnam.
(Oh that fucking -- wait.) Jimin’s eyes flash with realization and he snaps his attention to Wooyoung.
“Aren’t you going to -- hey!” Wooyoung yelps as Jimin grabs his wrist with one hand and the lube and condoms with the other, pulling him off the bed and towards the large french windows that lead out a gorgeous balcony. “W-Where are we going?” His eyes widen. “Are you going to fuck me out on the balcony?”
Jimin snorts. “I don’t want an indecency complaint,” he replies, banking left and bringing Wooyoung past the balcony towards a large wall of clear glass panels that overlook the glitzy Gangam and presses him up against it. “How’s this?”
The younger man’s eyes widen even further as he’s abruptly brought face-to-face with a dazzling view of Seoul. He opens his mouth to respond but Jimin slips his fingers inside Wooyoung’s mouth instead, playfully biting at the darker haired vampire’s neck. “Isn’t this indecent too?” he breathes.
The Lord of the Night in Seoul smirks as he places the lube and condoms on a nearby table, trailing his now freed up hand up Wooyoung’s thick thighs, dragging his nails along the honeyed skin. “You said you wanted to have fun,” Jimin murmurs, his voice sinfully soft, breath ghosting along Wooyoung’s pierced ears. “Don’t you want to get fucked in front of all of Seoul without anyone knowing? No, that’s not true… someone might see how you’re practically begging for me to fuck your brains out. One of them might even be Master Seonghwa.”
Wooyoung whines, pressing his palms flat against the glass windows, trying his best not to scratch at them with his nails. “If you ever get to fucking me, they will,” he snaps, catching the dhampir’s gaze in the reflection of the glass window. “I thought that you wouldn’t take so fucking long -- ahh, fuck!”
Jimin licks his fangs as he probes Wooyoung’s rim with a slicked up finger, merciless as he begins working the vampire open. Clear gel drips from his fingers to the floor, the loud squeaking of Wooyoung’s palms and cock dragging along the glass music to his sensitive ears. “You sound incredible, Wooyoung,” Jimin whispers, nipping at the vampire’s neck despite himself.
At first, he doesn’t get a response as Wooyoung moans, pushing back against the dhampir’s smaller fingers. “More,” he manages. “I can take more. Come on.”
“What if I wanted to get you off with my fingers?” Jimin asks, curious.
“You seriously can’t get it up to fuck me?” Wooyoung counter-asks, glancing over his shoulder to catch the older man’s gaze. He smirks, licking his lips. “Sannie’s probably fucking that Hunter, but I could probably join in… what was his name? I think it was Jungkook…”
Jimin’s eyes flash with indignation and he digs the nails of the hand that’s slid to Wooyoung’s slim waist to the point that it breaks the skin, earning a pleased whine from the vampire. “You’re so mouthy,” Jimin mutters. “It’s like fucking a mirror.” He glances to the side and grabs one of the condoms, ripping it open with his teeth and after wiping his slicked up hand on Wooyoung’s back - and noting how the gesture sent a dirty thrill up the younger man’s body - rolls it on.
Licking his lips, Wooyoung is grinding back against him, watching Jimin through his reflection in the glass. He’s been stalling somewhat as the complicated feelings that have been coursing through him since this little tryst started haven’t gone away. Wooyoung has turned every single attempt at a powerplay on its head, and usually where Jimin would be irritated as hell by it, he’s instead been excited and hungry for more.
“Come on, Jimin,” Wooyoung groans, biting his lip. “Don’t you want this?” He pauses and looks behind him. “Do you wanna stop?”
“--No,” Jimin answers, quicker than he anticipates, and shakes his head. He slicks up his cock with another dollop of lube, and holds the vampire’s waist. “Spread your legs.”
Wooyoung moans, clearly responsive to being ordered around as he obeys without delay. Jimin takes a moment to admire the gorgeous creature that’s pressed up against his glass windows, skin glistening under the bright lights of the city. “Fuck,” he breathes, squeezing his eyes shut as Jimin finally pushes in, slow and steady until his hips are flush with the darker haired man’s ass. “Yes, fuck; I knew you’d feel so fucking good…”
“Language,” Jimin teases, but he’s in no shape to talk; Wooyoung feels like a dream around his cock, tight and willing, heating up nicely under the dhampir’s touch. It was always a thrill, warming up a vampire’s body, something that has long since died coming alive again was something that Jimin often got drunk off of. He and Taehyung would compete in their younger years to seduce vampires way outside their level, and it was always an incomparable aphrodisiac.
Wooyoung was better than all of that.
The dhampir rocks his hips experimentally at first, moving Wooyoung how he wants him to ensure the best angle to fuck him senseless. Once he hears the vampire’s moans become higher pitched and needy, he knows he’s found it and immediately, Jimin begins to fuck into him with strong, deep, and relentless thrusts. It takes barely a few seconds before Wooyoung’s grinding back against him, moans pitching higher as his nails dig into the glass, scratching it.
For the first time in a century, Jimin feels alive. He pulls Wooyoung’s chin over his shoulder, capturing his mouth in a wickedly passionate kiss, somehow managing to keep the pace up despite fucking the younger man into the window. “So good,” Wooyoung moans, eyes glazed over and glowing with arousal. “I could come right now…”
“Hang on for me,” Jimin murmurs against his lips, trailing his kisses downwards, delighted as the hickeys he’s beginning to leave on Wooyoung’s immortal skin stay for longer each time before disappearing. “Be my good boy…?”
Wooyoung whines, high in his throat and Jimin can see the flush on his honeyed skin; he really must be feeling it strongly. Their chemistry was certainly off the charts, but this seems… Jimin quickly shakes his head; it was dangerous to go on that train of thought with a one night stand, no matter how good it was. The silver haired dhampir changes his position to fuck Wooyoung right into the glass, allowing himself the selfishness of letting his moans get as loud as the vampire’s, digging his nails into Wooyoung’s waist.
A devilish smile comes to Jimin’s plush lips as he nips at Wooyoung’s neck, teasing a bite. “Would you want me to bite you, Wooyoung? Be mine forever?”
“You don’t need to bite me for that,” Wooyoung breathes, biting his lip as his nails scratch at the glass window pane. “F-Fuck! Jimin! Please, I’m so close--!”
“All right,” Jimin allows, chuckling. In truth, he’s embarrassingly close himself and it has everything to do with the beautiful young man pressed up against him. “Come for me, Wooyoung, let everyone see how beautiful you look just for me…”
That seems to be the magical trigger and Wooyoung flings his head back with a gorgeous cry, his orgasm so overwhelming that Jimin finds himself coming soon after. It’d never happened before, and the half-vampire’s mind is reeling from the realization as he and Wooyoung slide down to their knees, suddenly distressingly mortal. His window is disgusting, painted with come, but in that moment, all Jimin can think about is the young vampire in his arms, catching his breath.
“...Wooyoung,” Jimin whispers, carefully pulling out, “are you all right?”
He gets a groan in response as Wooyoung shifts, leaning heavily against a clean side of the window. “I’m so fucking good,” he whispers, dazed, with a lazy grin on his lips. Wooyoung licks his lips and looks around, rubbing his arms as the heat is quick to leave him now that the act is over. “I’m, ah, gonna get going. I should eat before I get back to the mansion.”
The abrupt statement catches Jimin off guard. “You’re leaving?”
Wooyoung jumps, surprised. “You want me to stay?”
“Yes,” Jimin finds himself saying, moving forward to touch the younger vampire’s chin, unable to help himself as he steals a kiss. “Master Seonghwa can come complain to me himself.”
“Honestly, he’ll be glad that I’m out of his hair,” Wooyoung whispers, looking up at him with wide, sparkling eyes.
Jimin is silent for a moment, seemingly content to gently brush the backs of his thumbs against the soft, immortalized skin of the black haired man. “Let’s clean up and go for a little hunt, mm? I’ll show you how a real vampire hunts.” He smirks.
The confusion that was on Wooyoung’s handsome face melts away into excitement. Despite looking rather sluggish mere moments before, Wooyoung beams and scrambles to his feet, grabbing Jimin’s hand and pulling him towards where he thinks the bathroom is. Despite never being in Jimin’s home before, he seems to have an idea of where things are, getting cleaned up with the dhampir’s help.
“I thought you were hungry,” Jimin comments, his voice full of disbelief as they get dressed, Wooyoung pulling on his bespoke suit.
“I am, but Master Seonghwa says I have too much energy so I could stand to go hungry for a bit,” Wooyoung chatters amicably, fixing his multi-hued hair. He grins and steals a kiss from Jimin once the half-vampire is dressed, taking his hand and pulling him out the door and into the glittering world of Seoul at night.
Jimin had lived most of his life in the deceivingly beautiful lights of Seoul, but for the first time, he can feel the pulse of the city as Wooyoung pulls him through the city.
Taehyung might be the other half of his soul, but Wooyoung… might be the other half of his heart.