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Golden Trap

Summary: Finding a place to run a way from the loud city is often harder then some would think. You could wonder into the woods for hours, far from the loud sound of cars blaring horns, people walking with their phones on speaker and them yelling into it, yelling into it so the other person could hear them in order for each other to hear, the constant beeping of machines being used for almost everything that never seemed to have stopped. With of course the pressure of having to fit in, which can bring someone to their breaking pint and there’s no going back from that kind of pressure. But when your boss is a large figure in the fashion world for what seemed like years, it's hard to get away. But why does it seem like he holds a dark secret that no one can seem to remember? Who stays in the castle that he once lived in and why does he want y/n despite fighting so hard with his own captain before getting here?

Tags: vampire Yunho, curious male reader, unprotected sex {wrap it up people its okay to have safe sex}, classic Yunho, modern reader, non-idol AU, vampire AU

Genre: Smut, minors do not interact with

Word Count: 12.7k

Authors note: I'm sorry these fics are taking longer to come out then I'd hope so. Working two jobs is not for the weak along with a family planning a trip for a week but I will keep trying to crank them out, even on the trip unless I can find a way to get out of it. I'm sorry if this felt rushed or not as detailed as some of the others, mainly tigers prey but I do hope everyone enjoys it and it comes out like I imagined it. Please enjoy

“Come on Yunho, you’ve been in this castle for decades! The least you could do was upgrade some of the rooms that we use.” Someone said, overall happy to see his old friend once again after a long day of work and crunching numbers from his office. Running his fingers through his long silky black hair. His dark brown eyes scanning the room of his old home, letting the memories flow through his mind before his eyes landed on his friend. Sir Jeong Yunho, who was holding an old yet prestige tea tray with a silver tea pot and the matching cups. His outfit, some would classify it as the medieval times. Just a nice clean white buttoned up shirt with a black leather vest with the exception of some black dress pants that were gifted to him by another friend of his when they were slowly coming into style. His skin looked like caramel, giving a missed contrast from his dark brown eyes, slowly changing to red while he fixed his long black hair. On his hands were some finger rings, though one of them was sharp enough to leave a deep scratch onto anything and anyone, if it were a living person it would be bleeding some. This was on his left hand, the right hand had on a black glove. Yunho was happy to see his friend, who was dressed in a classic black and white suit while taking off the jacket to also reveal his own white buttoned up shirt. Walking on the stone floor behind Yunho.

“Now now if I were to attempt to do that, the memories would start to fade away. I can’t let any of my old friends forget the times we had in this home of ours now could I, Wooyoung?” He asked, leading Yunho to a clean wooden table that was covered with a black cloth. The chair having a small pillow for comfort and the best view of the still lively garden outside with a view of the stream passing by. Setting down the tray and pouring the red liquid into the cup before setting it down. “I can’t say much, saying how Seonghwa was the last one to leave because he loved the interior. You still take care of everything before any of us come here.” “Speaking of, how is sir seonghwa?” He asked with a. Curious look on his face,w arching as his friend playfully rolled his eyes at the old name. Watching Yunho walk to one of the openings to bring out a small tray of sweet she had made just for times like this. “From what I’ve heard he’s doing well. Though he plans on coming over soon after me, you know seonghwa can’t leave this place for long.” Sarcastically saying, but Wooyoung knows that seonghwa is mainly worried for Yunho. Being left alone taking care of a home that had kept them safe for centuries at this point. Something the others won’t take away from him, but they do get worried for the male.

“Then it’s a good thing I have enough blood for everyone as always, right Wooyoung?” He asked, walking closer to the edge to grab another chair and get it set up close to the table Wooyoung was sitting. Where Wooyoung was simply just taking a. Couple of sips of the blood in front of him before it was clear that he was content with the drink he had. “You’re always prepared for whoever of us decide to come over and have a chat with you.” “It would be improper of me to not be prepared for whenever a guest were to come over.” Wooyoung playfully rolled his eyes as he watched the older male get a table prepared. Sitting there under the bright and welcoming moonlight before hearing the soft calls of others. But it surprised Yunho as he looked up from the balcony while Wooyoung just smiled. Seeing two small bats come into view before getting close to the balcony before turning back to their human form. Softly landing on the stone while the black and red smoke started to clear away and reveal the two humans. Both were bright red eyes but looking more relaxed and happy. One of them walking right to Yunho whist the smoke cleared. Revealing a male with long pink dyed hair that seemed to be bouncing with each and every step. Showing his Carmel tanned skin along with his bright smile with two sharp fangs. His white shirt combined with a black corset that was tied nicely in the back with his matching heels creating excited clicking sounds. With the black sleek pants almost seeming like they were gliding through the air as his arms opened for a hug. “Oh Yunho look at you! You look amazing!” He cheered, happy that Yunho embraced his hug in the same happy manner, even if he was surprised to have guest over like this, where he wasn’t prepared for it.

The other male was standing close to Wooyoung, he was much more shorter then the pink hair male. His hair was more short, it was combed back but curly, it wasn’t black but more of a hazel brown color. His pink plump lips had a lip ring on the bottom lip in the center of it. He smiled softly while pushing aside a part of the fur coat he was wanting, showing a loose black shirt, showing some of his chest while wearing tight black pants, with his black shoes pulling it all together. “Sir Seonghwa, sir hongjoong! Goodness me if I knew there would be more I would have more cups ready! But it is wonderful to see you as well.” Smiling as bright as he could, pulling away and allowing Seonghwa to fix his hair and mainly just take a nice long look at the male, feeling as though its been forever when in reality it’s only been a week. “Now now Yunho, it’s alright if you didn’t get to prepare anything. We just wanted to come and check on you is all. Last time we saw you, you looked a bit…amused by something.” Hongjoong said, walking over and embracing Yunho in a hug. Afterwards Yunho had bowed, almost kneeling but hongjoong stopped him. “Now Yunho, I may be your captain still, but I am no king.” “Old habits die hard, and mine have yet to die out sir hongjoong.” Hongjoong could only chuckle before getting Yunho to sit, knowing that Yunho wouldn’t have done so without the gesture. It was just the four of them happily sitting at the table.

“Now back to what hyung here said, you were actually amused by someone and I didn’t hear about this?” Wooyoung said, looking a bit hurt in a playful way. Looking at Hongjoong’s raised brow and Seonghwa’s curious look while yunho’s ears seemed to have started to turn red. “You see…Sir hongjoong had invited me to a party he was hosting for his business, well one of them. But I was running late when choosing what to wear before he had arrived and helped me get dressed. But before we left I saw a male walking through the woods. And I almost followed them out of the forest till sir hongjoong grabbed me and reminded me why I was dressed up to being with. But I couldn’t find the person once we left.” He answered, watching wooyoung's mouth go wide with a smile as seonghwa wiggled his eyebrows in a playful gesture. Watching hongjoong lean back in the chair with his legs opening some more, getting himself comfortable while the other two started to ask questions. “So someone who works under Hongjoong manage to capture your attention? My my classical Yunho with a modern day human? Could you imagine the conversations?” “Wooyoung, you like it when San makes you silent in public spaces. You can’t say anything related to something like this.” Seonghwa teased, watching Wooyoung cover his mouth to laugh about his own likings. Even if his lover is still a human, he can’t turn him without permission nor would he force his lover to do anything of the sorts, no matter how badly he was craving to do so. Meanwhile Yunho was still pretty flustered. Because it was the first time in a long time, more like decades since someone had captured his dead heart the way it was slowly beating in a way when even thinking about the male. But Yunho and his friends are no regular vampires who simply flirt and give the world. No, they were known as the black pirates for a reason.

They would stalk their chosen partners, almost as if they were being lured into a trap and their only saving grace was for their vampire lover to come to their dying rescue. But in a sick way, mainly why Wooyoung wasn’t ready to ask San, because this was something that would break the two of them, well mainly San sadly. Wooyoung would be prepared for something like this, of course making it up to San in the best ways he was taught how to but other then that, it was like watching a. Sick and twisted horror game come to life only †here was no quitting it and picking it up once again when you felt brave enough. And there was no winning. Which is why not a lot of vampires are created from this group, their ways are horrific, many vampires have even tried to degrade them for it, but they weren’t just simple vampires. If they wanted to be known for something then it would be this and there would be no stopping that no matter how hard someone would have tried to do so. Since Yunho had grown more under the wings and care of hongjoong, he knew just how brutal hongjoong could be when it came to his teachings about this. And he needed to be ready to give his own twist in order for the person he grew attached to understood just how much he didn’t want to do this. But it was going to be done one way or another, and he would not hold back. After all, every lover should give their all when showing the worst side of them, he can’t hide it forever and was trained to so something like this in order to show it. That’s better than not lying now isn’t it?

“Now to be fair, Yunho was raised under Hongjoong before I came into the picture, this male has to be resilient or they’ll crumble before the game can even start!” Seonghwa cheered, licking his fang while sharing a quick glance to hongjoong, who had an approved look in his eye with his head slightly tilted to the right. “So Yunho, am I right about who it is, or do we need to keep preparing for this little encounter of yours, hm?” He asked, slowly leaning forward with his arms resting on his knees, holding his hands together while all eyes turned to be on him.

“You’re right sir Hongjoong, it’s who you think it is.” All hongjoong could do was simply smirk.

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“Y/N, Hongjoong is calling for you in his office again!” Wooyoung cheered, rolling over in his chair to push his way over to his favorite coworker's desk, who seemed to look both interested and annoyed. Y/N is one of hongjoong's many offices workers who was known to be very efficient with their workload, whether it was doing paperwork or computer work with their designs, scheduling their events and parties to even just anything he needed help with a time crunch, so to hear that y/n was needed for something was a shocker. So, peaking in the corner from his computer, he looked at his excited coworker and best friend. “Did he tell you why I was needed or is this a surprise for something?” Y/n asked before sitting up, watching wooyoung stop and cross his legs with a shrug. “Said it was for another gathering he has plans, and we know that you come in great during the time crunch.”

Y/N looked surprised and kind of used to this. After all, Hongjoong was a well-known person, who loved making his own clothes and didn’t mind making more with the world to see. Standing up, fixing his dress shirt and grabbing his planner and iPad to make sure he had everything. He waved to wooyoung as he walked over to the elevator and pressed the top floor. Hongjoong was also known for having these large lavish gatherings where he was also very picky and stern with his guest list. If you weren’t invited to his gatherings personally, you would not be let in. This was just a safety reason to make sure his gatherings were a safe and open place, and he would not let any drama ruin the vibe of it all, no matter how close they were.

Y/N was someone he could count on for the arrangements, the two of them would work with seonghwa to make the place grand, which meant that this was going to be a long couple of days, if not an entire week before the place was perfect to hongjoong’s liking. From the location to the food and drinks, to the dress code, to the silver wear. Hongjoong was a perfectionist when it came to these sorts of things, and one mistake would nearly ruin the entire thing and he would start over from scratch till everything was ready. Walking down the dark hallway y/n opened the rich black doors with golden doorknobs. Twisting them and pushing one of them opened. Y/N was greeted by the time bright room, the far back wall was nothing more than just tinted windows to show the view of the city, along with some of the trees in the back. The floors were installed with a midnight black carpet with the walls being painted black with some painting of some random things. Some being of fruit and some even being pictures of him on his trips and designs.

His desk was in front of the window wall, it was an old antique desk with drawers on both sides, with plenty of room for drawers to be used and kept with storage. Ow of course, hongjoong wasn’t wearing the outfit he wore last night, and neither was his right-hand man. He had changed into a basic black and white suit with only one sliver necklace on, while seonghwa had worn a royal blue suit, which contrasted to his pink hair, but it was something he loved to show off when he got the chance to do so. The two had looked up from hongjoong’s iPad with ideas and hongjoong smiled before slowly standing up, “There’s my little magic worker, just in time to.” “God morning Sir, Mr. Park.” Y/N said, bowing down from their waist, after all it was disrespectful to only bow from the neck, especially to your seniors.

“I know this is short notice given that I just had a party in the last two weeks. But this one is more of a... private one for those closer to me. There's a lot that we can work with here since they aren’t picky, which gives the two of you more freedom to work with here, making it feel like a relaxing place.” Hongjoong started as he watched y/n walk closer to his desk in order to get a better understanding of what he was asking for. Along with seonghwa having some pictures pulled up of the place they were thinking about, a place here almost no one would hear them, which made y/n curious of the matter of what they were looking at here. “I went walking around in the woods and found this place, it’s still running and there’s a caretaker there, he’s willing to help us, if we choose to see this place. I could take you while hongjoong stays here and maybe can get some more ideas on what he’s looking for exactly?” Seonghwa suggested showing off the pictures to a curious y/n.

The place seemed to be surrounded by red roses on the outside with a little circle way with a working three-layer water fountain. The outside seemed to be covered in vines, but it was giving off a more relaxed with a more subtle look. “I’m surprised that Mr. Kim was interested in a place like this, but it’s away from the city and you’d be able to enjoy yourself. I don’t mind coming with to see.” Seonghwa brightly smiled before setting the iPad down on desk before the two of them bowed to hongjoong. “Don’t take too long seonghwa, make sure that you’re talking with the keeper to see what we can do. The place is beautiful and I don’t want to break anything or change it.” Staring at the two, he watched y/n walk out of the office first before soenghwa had turned to look at him at the gap of the door.

Staring at hongjoong's eyes as a smirk slowly appeared on his face as his eyes flashed from their dark brown to the bright red color before leaning back in his chair. Watching Seonghwa's eyes do the same before the door slowly closed as he looked a the picture on his desk. It was only of him and seonghwa with Yunho in the back while seonghwa was holding wooyoung, who was passed out in his arms with blood on his neck and two small holes. He knew this picture was going to be updated, but he needed to make sure wooyoung knew what to do before he would chase someone bigger than him. But with Yunho, he needed to push him. So, he slowly turned in his chair and walked over to the window, where he could see the castle standing in the woods. “My little golden retriever, don’t let me down with this one.”

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Walking through the woods, y/n was close to seonghwa who seemed to walk in these woods a lot, not nearly tripping over anything since the way to get here was still blocked off by fallen tree logs. Seonghwa was slowly scanning the area to make sure Yunho wasn’t there, or really anyone for that matter that would throw off everything that was planned. Unless it was needed. “Mr. Park, do you often come walking here a lot? You seemed to have this way memorized like nothing.” y/n pointed out, watching seonghwa turn his head to look back at them, trying to hide his shy smile while his eyes stayed their dark brown color. “I won’t lie, I do tend to walk in the woods close to my home. Here, let me help you.” He offered, holding his hand out as the two kept walking within the woods. It was a fun little adventure before they arrived at the old castle.

Where Yunho was trimming the flowers while clearing one of the small pathways before turning his head to look at y/n first, he could feel his ow dead heart slightly starting to beat before bowing to the pair. Taking off the dirt gloves and walking over. “Ah you two must be whom Mr. Kim mentioned over the phone? I’m Yunho, the caretaker of Castle of the Night, or it was also known as dead walkers den. But that’s a myth since no one had ever seen the rulers walk out during the day.” “You must know everything about this place with an introduction like this now Mr. Yunho?” Y/N questioned, seeing how Yunho was even dressed for the occasion while seonghwa watched the two. Seeing how Yunho was giving y/n all his attention and seemed to even glow just a little while listening to every word as if a storyteller was beginning the first part of a story and he was the listener, there to sit and listen. “My family was tasked with caring for the castle when it was built, even when it was no longer in use, we still care for it just in case for events like this. I was told it was for a private gathering, yes?” He questioned, keeping his hands held in front of his torso while seonghwa crossed his arms.

“Ah yes, he sent me and Mr. Park to come by and get a better look at the place to see what is allowed to be brought in and where.” “Then let’s head inside and I’ll answer any questions, though do be warned. I do not know much about technology.” Seonghwa stayed outside and watched the two walk inside the doors, he ended up looking around some, the memories of when he was first brought here flooding back as if he were reliving that day all over again. It was in the 1910s that he found himself running around in the so-called cursed woods. Where very few came back alive and those who did couldn’t remember what happened or what they saw. Only to die a week later if they were lucky to make it that long. Seonghwa ran in here to escape an arranged marriage that he was almost forced into instead of going to school to run away. But it was here that he met hongjoong, he was kneeled drinking the blood from someone who tried to break a stone off his home. When the two met eyes, hongjoong's jaw was covered in the red liquid with his eyes glowing a dark red while his licked his lips, letting the body fall to the ground before standing up.

Seonghwa was about to run for it, trying to get away before he was soon to be killed but it never happened. Before he could even move hongjoong was in front of him and held the older man's jaw with his head tilted to the side. “Now now, little bunny, weren’t you taught to never walk into the woods at night by yourself? You could get hurt...or worse.” He teased, feeling seonghwa shake in his hands, but hongjoong didn’t kill him that day. No, he wanted to toy with him. So, he asked seonghwa why he ran into the forest and stumbled here, where Yunho was inside still sleeping after being bitten and turned. So he offered seonghwa a deal, he stays in the castle and takes care of the place with Yunho, and if hongjoong likes it, seonghwa will live as is. And seonghwa took it, seeing how there was no going back home. But one day, hongjoong chased seonghwa threw the forest to get his blood bumping faster along with his heart. Hongjoong's favorite way to turn people, which is something he's rarely done. So when it came to Seonghwa and Yunho, it was clear that these two were very special and very important to him.

Rubbing the left side of his neck where he can faintly feel the bite marks still. He remembers hongjoong whispering in his ear before he was painfully bit and could feel his life slipping from his hands, but he remembered waking up in a dark room. Where there was a a tub full of water, confused he had walked over and saw his reflection in the water. His long black hair had changed somehow, it was pink, and his eyes were the same dark red as hongjoong. Something that he was confused about before seeing the dried-up blood on his neck and the two holes. He was going to wash it off before he heard the door open and saw him. Hongjoong still had that same black coat he wears today with his hands being held behind his back and he got closer to the shaken elder. “I never knew the changing process could change your hair, then again, Pink does look good on you.” he answered, watching seonghwa try to back away and create more distant between the two which made him only chuckle at the gesture. “Now now, little bunny relaxes. You still have many things to learn about, after all my husband needs to know how to hunt.” (might make a series explaining this)

“Wait so you know everything about this place? What else do you know?” Y/N asked, still walking beside Yunho, who was carrying a tray with some freshly made teacups as the two walked around one of the main halls that would also take them to the large garden, along with the stream. “They say that the old occupations of the home gave birth to the vampire legend. Do you have an interest in something like this?” He asked, leading y/n to a table and a comfortable chair in the garden to give a view of some of the flower patches and the calm streaming lake. Yunho had served y/n with different color macaroons and a green matcha tea while carrying his famous napkin that was carefully handwashed daily. “Who doesn’t like vampires? Their interest, some can walk in the sun like nothing can harm them, others find it harder to do so without getting hurt. Some spell their vampiric name differently; some hunt for fun, some don’t and some just live peacefully. Though I never got to hear about anything like this before from this place.” Yunho smirked some, pulling up a chair and sitting down, glancing at the water and back over to y/n, giving them his full attention since this was one of his favorite stories to tell.

“They say the main one, or the captain as he was called, was a kind and adoring leader to his subjects, he could bring anyone to his side with his passion and he was strong. But one day when he was walking through the woods, he was assassinated by the kingdom of the shadows, a longtime rival that the captain had tried his hardest to be friends with them. But this did something to him, they say at night they could hear his pained screams when this happened, and when his second in command went to check, the body wasn’t there but there was a pool of fresh blood. Walking further they found him tearing apart the team of assassins that killed him. He turned from a kind leader to a ruthless killer, which was understandable given how hard he worked. As for the person, they say he came back and said the king was dead since no one would've believed him if he told the people what truly happened. He kept the blood thirsty king in the tower that’s still sealed off, even for events such as this, for safety reasons since he would’ve killed anyone. The second in command was turned after a war, where the people were killed sadly, and their bodies were brunt. When the shadow prince had tried to sit on the throne, in the morning his body being slaughtered, and his body was drained of blood.”

He watched how nervous y/n seemed to get while telling this story in a calm yet creepy manner. Something that would play into the fear and Yunho could smell it, but he had to stay still. After all, if he started it too soon then everything would be ruined. He needed to wait, even if he could feel his throat tightening, so he just drank his own cup of tea to keep himself calm and sane. “Was he...ever caught?” “Oh, he was after a couple of years, they say he was chained somewhere here with the stunned body of his second in command next to him in a bricked-up cave. He can’t ever get out, from what I know of.” Standing up and walking over, titling his head slightly to the right and kept a soft and welcoming smile. “Don’t be sacred, the cave is far and the last person that went said he died from not having any blood to drink for years. Now that we have your party things ready, I’ll set up everything when I get the chance to. You’re free to come by whenever you wish to, there are just no cars. There are too many fallen trees and anything big would destroy the area. Just take the path. Now let’s go find your friend.”

The party decorations would be centered around, like a mascaraed ball, with things set up like fountains that would have certain choices of drinks. From water, to wine, to champagne, to even some juice just as a another option. There would be a large arrangement of sweets, some cake, cupcakes, maroons, sweet cakes, brownies, and cookies. With the two choices for dinner being steak with mash potatoes it sweet potatoes fries. Another being salmon fried vegetables with potatoes as well. Hongjoong was a very classy person when it came to these things. Everything had to be perfect and there was no room for area. The dress code was a little strange from what y/n was used to. If someone were to go with a partner, one had to wear black and the other had to wear white. It didn’t matter how it looked, the two had to have some form of black and white to match with each other, and the little get together would be on a Saturday near 10pm, since everyone would be busy and that’s when traffic would start to die down.

Yunho had asked y/n if they didn’t find someone in time, if he could be his partner for it. Since he wouldn’t have to take care of anything till later in the night and he was perfectly fine with that. Y/n had agreed to it and the two were walking around to find seonghwa, who was still walking around the front of the property but there was something else that confused the pair. Seonghwa seemed to be talking to someone with a concerned tone. “Mr. Park? What’s going on here?” Y/N asked, watching seonghwa turn around with a worried look on his face before holding the younger male's shoulder. “I’m not sure, I was just looking around at the place and thinking where a great place was to have signs to bring everyone else and saw this man, he looked lost but not harmed. I think his name is yeosang?” The quiet male nodded his head, Yunho looked at the male and was trying to hide an excited smile.

“What should we do? Could we take him back?” “I can take care of him. I have plenty of first aid supplies and can take care of him till someone comes by. You two are on a time crunch I’d imagine and need to submit this to Mr. Kim.” Yunho offered, ushering the male to his side and watched as he stumbled over, looking somewhat dizzy but also very stable to walk over. It was hot outside and maybe Yeosang needed something to drink, which is what Yunho had and knew that if they were to rush to the city, Yeosang might not be the best choice. Y/n watched the male trying to see what all was wrong, and even with his neck covered, he could see that there were two dark spots on the top of his neck but thought it was just a mole. “Oh wait!” Y/N said, grabbing a piece of paper and scribbling down a number and handing it to Yunho, who was turning his head to face them and held the paper. “It’s my personal number, you can call to ask me about anything regarding the banquet and also if this man needs anything.” Yunho held the paper and nodded his head, carefully placing it in his shirt pocket before bowing to the pair and helping yeosang inside to the large heavy wooden doors.

“How did you like the place so far Y/N? It seems peaceful and away from the busy and loud city noises.” Seonghwa said as the two walked back to the black business car. Where a driver stepped out of the car to open the door as he waited for the two as they slowly walked closer. “It’s a nice choice for hongjoong to pick for the banquet. I take it you will be there as well Mr. Park? You seem very close to Mr. Kim. Are you two dating? He always seems to be looking for you before doing anything else in the office.” Curiosity got the best of y/n as the two of them sat in the car. Putting seatbelts on and letting the driver start their drive back to the company building.

“I met him when I was just starting my own fashion career. He asked me to do a deal with him and sometime after that, he asked me out when he took me on a gala he was invited to and managed to get a plus one.” Seonghwa answered, watching y/n’s smile grow while learning. “No, you can’t tell anyone else this, he hates people prying on his private life and you know that.” “Oh, I know, don’t worry.” y/n said, knowing damn well they were going to tell wooyoung when they got back and were getting ready to go home to make sure they had plenty of time to get prepared for everything when it came to little ball. Meanwhile yeosang was wide awake, holding his head while he could feel the dirt partials still in his hair while Yunho was dusting off his back, trying to be gentle as possible since yeosang had been asleep for a very long time, and buried with only just enough space to crawl out with his hands. Barely remembering anything at first and slowly trying to come back.

“Don’t move too much, waking up after a years long sleep like you have is very scary. Take the drink. It will help you feel stronger.” Carefully watching yeosang drink the cup, letting blood drip down from the corners of his mouth till the cup was empty. He let it go with quicken pants as his eyes started to glow red. Feeling like he had just finally tasted fresh cold water while Yunho stepped back and watched how the dirt started to fall from his hair before his thin body started to look more healthy. Yeosang had turned his head to look at Yunho, who had a smile on his face before walking back over with his napkin. “Now then, we have work to do and not a lot of time to teach you before captain comes back, he’ll be thrilled to see that you’re awake along with your old friend, wooyoung.”

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“Hello? Oh Hey Yunho, oh no I was on my way over there I had to get a driver then I’m walking. I wanted to surprise you with a visit but didn’t want to scare you. I’ll be fast!” Y/N cheered, walking into the woods with their bag in hand, it was mainly their work bag with more pictures of outfits for the pair to try. Since y/n had agreed to be Yunho’s partner two days ago since it was getting close to the date and the two needed to have their outfits and how the colors would fall and match along with just the style of them. Remembering the trail y/n started to walk to the castle, softly humming and looking around but soon stopped at the sound of a twig snapping close by. It was strange, even though there were some animals around here, they would’ve kept walking around like nothing happened. But this sound stopped before slowly picking back up.

“Y/N? You look like you just saw a ghost, are you alright?” Yunho asked, peaking from around the end of the pathway and seemed to look confused as he watched them slightly walk faster to him. He kept his hands behind his back as he watched before letting their eyes seem to lock in place and stand closer to each other. “Thought I heard a twig snap before I got here, but I’m sure it’s just an animal.” They said with a shrug, watching Yunho look around before giving a slight nod. “Since it’s winter, most animals are starting to leave or find more food for hibernation. Now come, come I’m curious to see what you have.” He ushered, holding his hand out and placed it on their lower back as they walked up the stairs and back inside. The place was slowly getting placed together with most of the rooms being locked off to the public. The garden’s flowers were still in bloom and the lake seemed to be getting faster as the days went on. The lights in the main ballroom were being cleaned and maintained for the time to come along with the black and white streamers being hung on the walls.

Pulling out the iPad out of the black work bag and showed some of the designs hongjoong said the two could pick from, since he would have plenty of them and could give them over in such a short notice given with how time was slowly falling into place. One of the designs was two suits, the shoulders were covered in red rubies that would sway from side to side with each step. The second one was somewhat the same concept, but one of the suits had a wrap around black skirt that was an optinal choice to have attached with the other suit having a cape trailing behind. Something Y/N liked the most but wanted to ahve Yunho’s opnion on the matter, since the two of them would be going together for something like this and it was only fair to have both sides agree to something. It wwas somehting different for Yunho to see, sure he had seen hongjoong make things like this before, and often wear his own designs with the biggest grin on his face knowing how some people would act but it never onced stopped him and now he thrives on it.

“There’s more that you can look through, but this one is my favorite, we can add anything to them without worry, well at least to some degree.” Yunho had slightly tilted his head to the side before looking over to Y/N, his hands were tucked behind his back while his eyes were filled with curiosity. “Well Y/N, your choice is beautiful, but I am curious, what more could you add to an outfit that would look perfect on you as is, hm?” He had a grin on his face while watching them swipe passed some of the other design Choices before showing their one. For Yunho’s suit on the shoulders there were a couple of red rubies here and there, but with some trickling down to the front of the jacket on each side. With the skirt on the other suit have some of the same ones on the bottom ruffles along with a black collar with a red ruby in the center. It was something small, but it would contract with black and white. Y/N did like to add their own little flare to their outfits, so they just felt like themselves. Something they managed to pull off and could walk around happy as could be.

“I was thinking something like this? If not, I understand-” “This is beautiful to look at. You did amazing with this y/n. Never doubt that.” Being as truthful and Sencere as he could, he watched y/n’s face light up in a way that made him smile at the reaction. It was like watching someone fall in love for the first time, that certain glow that they were getting, how their smile seemed to get more meaningful and truer whenever that person was around or even just speaking about them would turn their entire bad mood into a good thing just because of feelings. Even yeosang, who had walked in the room to ask Yunho a question could see that look in his face, mainly his eyes. “I’ll send them to Mr. Kim to see what he can do, I’m glad you like them. Oh before I forget, how was yeosang when we were last were here?” Asking with a tilt of their head, Yunho turned his head over to look at yeosang. Letting Y/N repeat the same action while yeosang stood there slightly cornered while holding a broom in his hands. He looked in better shape, he wasn’t as dirty or disheveled like he was before and almost looked like an entirely new person. But he did maintain a small smile on his face, mainly it was because he was nervous. He was told about what the others were planning thanks to a very excited wooyoung, who was beyond joyous to have his friend back after years of not seeing him.

He knew he couldn’t male Y/N worry or question about much, and with the calm yet terrifying look Yunho was giving him while Y/N wasn’t paying attention was all he needed to know before trying to say anything. “Oh...I’ve been good. Just helping Yunho-Hyung out for everything, he’s shown me around and made sure I don’t overwork myself. I just wanted to ask where the inside broom goes.” “The door between your room and mine. No need to be nervous.” Yunho was able to keep his voice calm and tamed when it came to having to keep someone under their thumb while a guest was nearby. Keeping everything the same expect the stare, which is something people would feel instantly when talking or even having to deal with a slightly annoyed Yunho.

Yeosang softly bowed and walked down the hall to the broom closet while Yunho turned his attention back to Y/N, looking down at them with a smile on his face that never seemed to leave his face. “The party happens tomorrow night correct? Or am I getting very excited to see you here in your outfit?” He teased, watching Y/N’s smile grow and their face light up. “You have three more days Yunho, don’t get so excited or you won’t be able to sleep for a while. Can’t have my date falling asleep on me when it comes time for the party to start now can I?” There was something inside of Yunho when he heard that roll off their tongue out to the world. Something for his ears to only hear while he stood there smiling, knowing that Y/N would have to leave soon. But he was happy to hear about it, he wanted to hear it more. He wanted to grab them and show them things only movies would be able to show them.

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“Oh don’t worry Y/N. I will get enough sleep before the big enough.” He said with a smile, watching Y/N bow since they still had to hurry and tell hongjoong what they wanted for the outfits. While Yunho stood there on the stairway with a smirk on his face. By that time the woods would be closed off and there’s no help for a good 20 minutes given how tucked in the place is with all the woods being in a tangled mess. The Food would be the start of the game with Yeosang being the one who gets to explain the rules of it since he has yet to find the one who bit him, who was coming over for this but that wouldn’t take a while. Yeosang stood by the door with a nervous look on his face as he watched Y/N disappear. He wanted to tell her to run, to get out of here and move away from hongjoong and his friends before it’s too late, but it already is.

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Y/N woke up with a headache and blood slightly dripping from the left side of their head. Looking down at their outfit to see some ripped pieces here and there. It was the night of the party and Y/N had walked inside with Yunho and got to see the others and what they were thinking of when it came to this with their own outfits and creativity. Hongjoong stood out the most, wearing his infamous fur coat with a sliver chain necklace with a white shirt loose shirt underneath with black tight jeans and black platforms. His hands were almost covered in rings while he greeted everyone and lead them to the ballroom. Where everyone was able to dance and have their own drinks and food to eat and enjoy and the flower garden was opened to all. At some point Y/N had walked back there to go and look at the flowers along with getting closer to the stream with a smile on their face. But before they could go back, yeosang had silently ran up to them and tried to get him to run. To tell Y/N to get out of the house and to run away as far and as fast as he can while looking behind him to make sure no one was behind him, listneing in if they could.

At first Y/N was confused, thinking that Yeosang had nightmare and just needed sometime to get it out. But Then Yunho was walking over, his eyes were still brown but they almost looked lighter then normal, even in the dark of the shadows his eyes still looked bright as he walked over. Yeosang went stiff and gulped just a little as Yunho joined the pair. “Their about to have a toast, but we can’t do that without the two friends here now can we, Yeosang?” The name almost came out like acid to Yeosang’s ears. Remembering what happened last time he tried to warn Wooyoung that he needed to run, but he failed and it seemed that Wooyoung was thriving in this kind of life not wanting to have it any other out. But with defeat and fear in his eyes he looked at the ground while Yunho and Y/N were happily talking about the events inside before Yeosang arm was grabbed by Wooyoung. Who had a bright on his face but that spark in his eyes, something that Yeosang knew he had to go with him while they walked around to the side of the table across from Yunho while Hongjoong started his toast. Keeping Seonghwa close while he tried to not look either excited or scared.

“I want to dedicate this toast to all of you. You’re more than just coworkers to me, all of you are important to me and I can’t wait to spend more years with all of you. Even if we fall out of touch with it all, and yet all still come to this old place we manage to call home with Yunho and now Yeosang taking care of it to ensure we can stay here and have a place far away from the loud city. Here we make memories, good and bad, for better or for worse. And we welcome Y/N to the family and give Yeosang a warm welcome to it. So, drink up and let’s celebrate our new beginning.” He raised his dark wine and watched everyone take their sips with their friends. No one set down their glass but Y/N, who seemed to look dizzy almost as he looked down at cup, seeing how it was almost gone but it tasted weird, it didn’t taste like wine. And when he managed to look around, he almost dropped his cup.

Wooyoung had set down his empty cup with a smile on his face, showing off his bright red eyes and his two small fangs, though they were growing due to the drink he had while yeosang seemed to be trying to wipe the drink off, his eyes glowing red but he didn’t want to smile at the fact that he knew his fangs were growing but he didn’t want to show them off he didn’t feel safe enough to do so and just wanted to get out of here like he did last time. Seonghwa had looked over, licking his own fangs when he heard the cup falling on the ground and breaking, yet again. It wasn’t their own personal cup; it was just a cup they would buy so it could break and nothing else they had would shatter at the realization of what was happening. Y/N didn’t even want to turn up and look up at Yunho and had tried to run, but Yunho’s grip was tight as he set down the cup, which settled in some of the fabric being ripped in their attempted to get out of is grip before he was hit on the side of the head and was picked up by Seonghwa, knowing that now Yunho had to get ready to chase them down while this would result in Yeosang being punished for trying to scare away the new joiner. Which is why he and Wooyoung had to go and explain the games.

“Now Yeosang, why would you try to scare away Yunho’s partner like that? You just woke back up from your 20-year nap. Wooyoung was hoping you two could still be friends.” Hongjoong teased, walking over and turning yeosang around. His eyes were red still, he was trying to remain calm but wooyoung had holding him from behind, basically keeping Yeosang there while Yunho was going into one of the spare rooms to take off the rich suit he was given and into a black shirt and pants, something that didn’t make noise and something that was loose and more comfortable enough to drink in. Yeosang had tried to keep eye contact with hongjoong while he could feel the dark and haunting gaze of the leader. But nothing was coming out of his mouth to give an answer. “I think you two will enjoy explaining things to Y/N while Yunho gets ready to run. After all, you know he needs his little chase to bring in his own fiancé. Besides, you remember how that felt when you first woke up. Don’t you little Doberman?”

Now Y/N had woken up in a dark cave, in front of a large stone slab where rusty black chains were still hanging and broken while there looked to be dried up blood stains there. There were fire torches light and nailed to the stone walls. But Y/N would soon see Wooyoung confidently standing with a smirk on his face while Yeosang seemed to be trying to look away. Not wanting to have any part in this situation and just wanted to get out of here and forget that it had ever happened. Something he knew wasn’t going to happen no matter how hard he tried. Y/N looked a mixture of hurt and betrayed by this. Watching Wooyoung walk over and kneel, Y/N was somewhat chained down on the ground with his wrist tucked behind his back. “Wooyoung...what the fuck is going on!”

Y/N yelled while trying to free their wrist. Trying to look at Yeosang, who was still looking away with his arms hugging himself while Wooyoung started to explain. “Well, a lot of things are going on. Take your pick on what you like to have explained to you.” He started to laugh, clearing his throat with a quick roll of his eyes. “Relax, I’m joking you have a lot to learn about. But it all starts with that same little story I know for a fact; Yunho told you about the lovely place that same prince still calls home.” He hummed while slowly standing up, clicking his tongue loudly and listened to Yeosang’s small footsteps get closer before standing close while holding a small book with the title Blood Thirst. Letting Yeosang keep it since he knew for a fact Y/N had read it before, since it was something Wooyoung saw them at the office with the book before. “Hongjoong, was the prince in this...little book you enjoy. And in that same little tale Yunho told you. After all he was chained down in that very spot watching Hongjoong from across him just losing his mind trying to eat or drink anything he possibly could in that matter. He would wake up hungry for days before one day, seonghwa stumbled right in here thinking the two of them had just died in here. Feeling bad about it he unlocked the chains and soon got chased by hongjoong, who was more than excited at the fact that he was able to run and chase his first live prey thinking he killed seonghwa at first. Till Seonghwa started to change. But of course they had to wake up and turn Yunho to join. After all he had been with captain that entire time, it took them 20 years to get out of there. And now, you get to be part of that! Whether you like it or not. Yunho picked you, out of everyone Hongjoong had let him meet before, he choose the amazing little y/n who was going to soon be chased by him in the same way all of us were chased. But he wanted to be the one to bite you and turn you, it would feel more...intimate for him."

Y/N wanted to scream, this was a man they had saw as their friend, who was now standing in front him with blood drying on his chin explaining a sick game of cat and mouse and there was almost no way for the mouse to escape without nearly dying in the process. While Yeosang seemed to be hating this idea, there was nothing he was allowed to do but stand there. Looking down and severing out his punishment so maybe he wouldn’t have to be buried in his lonely coffin once more. “Now then, Yunho should be in position for me to let you go and try to run. If you get to the palace before him, you’ll have two options since at this point you know too much and letting you run away and move somewhere is out of the question. Captain doesn’t want or need anyone else to know about his family. You’ll either be forced to drink the captain's blood or Yunho’s and you’ll be locked in a coffin in their place of choice till you turn. Which can be minutes to years, it took yeosang almost 200 years to finally wake up. When you saw him that day, he just finally turned and let’s just say Yunho isn’t willing to wait that long. Yeosang, unlock them.”

Yeosang had slowly walked over, kneeling to the damp ground and started to unlock the chains. Listening to Wooyoung push over the heavy rock door to show the outside. It almost seemed like the moon wasn’t even shining down on the ground despite it being a full moon. It was almost impossible to see anything but the sound of the chains falling was enough to break the silences before seeing wooyoung’s dark red eyes look down into Y/N’s eyes, smirking as he stood aside the door. “Better start running, he gets excited very easily when chasing.” Wooyoung watched Y/N stumble to get up and started to run. Not too fast to avoid falling from the twigs, bushes and who knows what else on this floor while trying to look around. Trying to see if there were any signs of light, thinking maybe they could run out from the sides and find a way. Or maybe even somewhere to hide without fail, maybe waiting this out to see if Yunho would return home to take care of the castle, leaving plenty of time for them to run back.

They aren’t one to give up no matter who says, after all if they listened to any of that advice then they wouldn’t have gotten the job they always wanted and have their own expensive home. A wide range of closets or really anything of that matter and were slowly building their own permeant home with no one telling them no, or trying to take control of their own home and how it looks from the outside to the inside. Trying to run in these woods was almost like trying to move through Jello or even water. But also trying to remain silent in hopes of no one being able to hear their footsteps or the sounds of their breathing. Almost being able to get away, noticing the trees were opening and there seemed to be another home, the only place here was that damn castle. All Y/N had to do was cross that line, despite knowing the choice, but maybe this was also to the opened road, the hard part of this would be trying to run back to the city hopeing that no one there would be able to get them or chase them around and bring them back. Getting ready to take another step, two strong arms wrapped around their body and kept them off the air. Watching their feet kick around while the hand was wrapped around their head and pulling it to the side, reveling their neck while the other arm was wrapped around their waist to keep them in place. Despite Y/N’s attempts to kick free and rip the arms off.

“Kicking just makes it more exciting.” Yunho whispered closely before licking the showing side of their neck. Listening to the muffled screams and cries, feeling the body shaking underneath him before he finally bites down with enough force to pierce skin and start to drink blood. Almost letting out something in return while feeling their body tense up. Slowly removing his hand just to hear that ear piercing scream of pain while hongjoong stood on the stairs watching as the hanging lights finally came back on. Showing the stunned and ruined state of y./N who was shaking in Yunho’s arms as he drank. Tears were falling from their left eye before they started to let out gasp for air. Which were then followed by groans and trying to scratch

“Kicking just makes it more exciting.” Yunho whispered closely before licking the showing side of their neck.Watching Y/N continue to struggle and kick as hard as he could in order to finally break from Yunho’s grip, but this is a man who wears little finger armor, just enough pressure can cut anyones skin if he were to lace anything with it to his advatnage but in this case he was reayd to just use it for a tease. Leaning over and licking the side of their neck, hearing the squeak and ignoring the bleeding from his cut sleeve arm, he finally bit down into the place he wanted to. Making sure his grip was tight as he drank and kept them in place while his eyes remained closed before dropping Y/N as he leaned his head back and let out a relieved sigh while licking his lips before looking down to see them trying to roll around before looking up to show their eyes.

From their beautiful natural color to a dark blood red with two small baby fangs starting to show. The feeling felt like something was starting to rp the very blood from your body in every pore that was on your body. Everything was burning and stinging. Wanting to do nothing more than run away from the feeling but it was stuck staying there and feeling something change in you but there’s nothing anyone can do about it. Not even you. Everything was feeling way too light, bright, burning and too fast to grabble and understand before finally falling limp in Yunho’s arms. His lips and jaw were covered as he slowly pulled away and let out a Shakey and relaxed sigh. He looked over to the stairs, where Hongjoong was swirling a cup of drinks from easier with Seonghwa standing close next to him with his hands tucked behind his back. Wooyoung had dragged over Yeosang with a skip of his feet while everyone slowly looked down to see if Y/N would start to twitch. Their fingers started to twitch as Yunho started to walk up the stairs before Y/N”s eyes shot opened. Scrambling out of Yunho's arms onto the hard stone of the platform of the stairs. Watching them slowly look up at hongjoong who had that same twisted grin on his face as he kneeled with the cup still in hand. Swirling it around and teasingly holding it out and pulling it back in towards him.

“Awe, the little bats thirsty. Should I be a nice captain and let you drink or punish you for creating such a scene at the dinner.” He started to chuckle when he could see the old Y/N trying to come back, fighting the urge to pounce but also wanting to say some very few choice words while trying to run away as far away as possible. But Hongjoong handed the cup to Yunho, who kneeled down and lifted up their chin and allowed them to smell it. It was a rich scent of blood, something that didn’t smell cross but something that smelled like fresh baked goods and everyone was excited to finally take a bite Slowly pouring the cup down their throat with little to no struggle, Yunho gave a genuine smile since the drink was his own blood. Which was something down to make the person closer to you. Meaning the only way, you would be able to die was if Yunho had died as well and that was almost entirely impossible to do since Yunho was also very careful of what he did. And he was turned by hongjoong. So, there was almost no getting rid of any of them.

“Welcome Home Y/N, you’ll learn how to handle it soon. But just know there is and will be no escaping.”

“Yunho- Why are you walking on the roof?” Y/N questioned, walking out of their bathroom with a black soft robe softly tied around their body before looking up at their roof, seeing Yunho walking with his hands holding something before he finally looked down and showed off his birhght smile, letting hikmself fall down and land on his feet like he was excited to fianlly say something about his day or what he managed to get for his lover this time. Ever since he was able to teach Y/N things, he knew that at some point one of them would have to move. Hongjoong wasn’t going to let go of Y/N since wooyoung made it clear that he would make a fuss about it till they came back and hongjoong was not about to deal with that all by himself. So, he took it upon himself to teach Yunho things about the city and how to act and hide his eyes more often while Wooyoung, Yeosang and Seonghwa had taken turns teaching Y/N things, from simply hunting to how to act when hungry.

But at some point, Yunho had come back after making sure he knew everything and offered to move in with Y/N, but some things had to change. Even if they were used to the sun, when he first went to Y/N’s house he was dumbfounded by the Amont of windows looking down at the city and allowing the sun to shine brightly in the main bedroom. Something that confused him, sure the sunrise and sunset was beautiful to watch but, the sun is bright and people are nosey, so they got curtains large enough to hide things. It was only in their bedroom so they could had ethe privacy. He was getting used to driving around something he ended up enjoying but he was trying to get used to people and their crazy driving attempts it seems as well. But overall, he was enjoying his time and being able to get things for Y/N to show them that they do love and they're excited to keep learning in hopes of being able to work with the rest of his friends and partner.

“Hongjoong-hyung gave me this to give to you! He said it was something you would enjoy and that I should give it.” He cheered, holding out the black box, smiling brightly before letting yn take it and slowly open the box to revel a golden necklace with red sapphire in some of the circle designs. The charms were made to look like water drops, some could say even blood drops with the red in the middle, but it was something Yunho wanted to gif. It made yn smile while carefully holding it to examine everything. Yunho was like a excited puppy happy to be around the owner after being separated for what felt like hours. “Yunho this is beautiful, I can’t wait to find something to wear it with.” Placing it back in the box carefully, y/n walked back to their walk in closet and placed it on another stand for it to be shown and taken care of. The two of them were home and just enjoying being around with each other after working.

Yunho had walked behind them and lifted them up into their arms, even if they weren’t fully dressed or anything. He enjoyed letting his hands roam on their soft skin and enjoying listen to them talk about their day with their tv playing in the background. It was something he was slowly getting used to as the days went on into weeks and months and almost even 2 years at this point since it took around 4 months for yn to get used to being a vampire, a bit longer for Yunho to get used to the city life itself. The two of them were laying on the large circle bed with their backs lay against the headrest with the tv playing a show while resting against each other. Something they truly enjoyed doing when they had nothing else to truly do anymore. Quality time with each other just to enjoy themselves. Yunho would be holding them close and rubbing their back with their lips softly kissing their shoulders.

Y/N would lean their head to the other side to allow Yunho more room while they let the robe tie get loosen just to allow Yunho’s hands to continue to roam while y/n’s attention was drifting their attention between the show and Yunho’s touch. But they were at the climax, but they let out a soft gasp before letting out a gasp and a moan before looking at Yunho and his hands. His mouth was sucking on that sweetspot on their neck, where his bite marks were, and his hands were holding his lover's thighs carefully while softly rubbing them. His eyes were closed as he was losing himself in the touches he was giving before he opened his eyes, locking eyes with y/n, almost looking like a dog who got caught doing something they weren’t supposed to do or they were finally excited to do. It was something that Yunho had always wanted to do but was nervous since this would be their first time together doing something like this. He wouldn’t know what to do, what was good or wasn’t good. But he also wanted to build the confidence and trust before allowing them to be raw with each other. The two of them were locking gazes with each other before Y/N gave the nod of approval.

“Y/N, Fuck...please.” Yunho whimper, leaning his head back to let out a loud whimpery moan while holding their hair to keep their head close before slowly looking back down, letting their red eyes look down at their lover on the ground, their knees on the soft carpet with their mouth taking in Yunho’s cock like it was a popsicke in a hot day and it was melting away at the heat wave. Yunho’s clothes were thrown off instantly before this while the two of them were having their passionate makeout session between the two of them. Allowing everything fall off to the corners of the room before getting into this position. Yunho was a mess just from this while he tried to keep his grip not as tight but also not as loose as well. Bucking his hips up at the feeling and listneing to the gagging sounds, which only made him moan out more. It was something he was enjoying in ways he wasn’t ever sure how to express like this.

He could feel like something was close, so instead of allowing himself to finish he pulled Y/n off, watching their mouth stay open while their fangs were showing, they were still small fangs still showing some, they were growing. But Y/N had to hunt down their first prey or drink a certain Amont of blood to get there. But the two of them had locked eyes while Y/ smiled before crawling ontop of Yunho before the two of them had flipped over. Y/N was smiling and chuckling at the actions while the pair kept having their own passionate kiss. Yunho’s hands going down to y/n’s thighs and softly kept squeezing them. Carefully spreading them open while lifting them up onto his shoulders to give a better angle while he enjoyed the feeling of y/n’s hands running through his hair, doing soft and random tugs before the two had to pull away. Opening their eyes before looking at each other. If there was any way to describe the look into each others eyes it would be seen as something, like a love feeling almost entirely too hard to put into words without messing up somewhere and making it sound like they were getting off topic.

“Dear, I’ve never done something like this before. How would I do this?” Yunho mentioned, letting his eyes start to fill with worry before starting to slowly relax at his lovers touch, looking down into Y/N’s eyes while their soft fingers were rubbing Yunho’s cheeks. “Start off slow, like just the tip of it. Then after keep checking on me, they we can go from there, how about that okay?” Yunho nodded his head, leaning down to kiss their chest and shoulder before allowing himself to slowly push in the tip inside of Y/N’s hole, listening to the sound of their gasp before feeling the tightness squeeze around him, making him groan out in their ear before raising his head to see the look on Y/N’s face. Their eyes closing while their chest was rising and falling, biting their lip while listening to the sound of their moans and gasp. Feeling their hands tug on his hair before he nodded his head. Keeping his eyes closed but knew that Yunho wasn’t going to move without getting a green flag. But of course, Yunho being a good boy, listened and started to push in the rest, letting his groans and soft moans of pleasure be drowned out by the sound of Y/N’s moans and gasp. Letting their hips finally meet each other.

“Never have I ever felt a dick this fucking big holy shit what blood were you drinking!” Y/N shouted with a loud moan following afterwards, making Yunho softly laugh at the accusation before trying to answer, making sure Y/n was comfortable before they started to move once again. “The blood I drink has nothing to do with the height of anything. If it did then captain would be a little bit taller than he is now, you tell me when I’m allowed to move or do anything alright?” Hearing the sudden line made Y/N laugh, it was a sly comment to add into this moment something hongjoong will never be able to live down despite how he could easily throw the two if he wanted to.

“You can move Yunho, thanks for the lovely information.” There was something about Yunho’s smirk almost as if he was ready to drive Y/N crazy before he started to move his hips at a somewhat fast pace, it wasn’t too slow or gentle. Looking down to see a moaning Y/N hold his shoulders before he could feel the pace starting to pick up. Which would’ve made anyone else think this was a different person. The soft Yunho that is always asking if someone is okay, now roughly pounding into his lovers tight hole like nothing else was important. Watching how Y/N’s reactions went from soft pleasure to their eyes rolling to the back of their head, the moans and gasp reaching a higher pitch. Their nails digging and scratching into Yunho’s back. Listening to the endless whispers of praises thoughtlessly slipping out of Yunho's mouth with ease. “You look so pretty on my cock dove.” “I never felt something so tight suck me in before.” Almost all being drowned out by Y/N’s loud moans while their back arched upward, almost showing the outline of Yunho’s cock quickly moving back and fourth to that same pleasurious spot he’d hoped to get.

Yunho wasn’t focused on pleasuring himself. Letting his smirk grow before seeing the squirming state and hearing the begging please for a release. The loud moans and gasps from in-between each response. There was no better art piece in Yunho’s mind than watching Y/N come undone under him. The air being a mess and slightly sprawled on the sheets, heir chest covered in blue and purple marks on their chest and neck, the way their mouth stayed opened to let out the sounds. ‘Harder Yunho Please’ ‘Please I need to come can I please’ ‘Please fill me Yunho please I’m begging!’

Yunho’s thoughts were being drowned once again by the endless sound of their moans before Y/N let out a loud scream of pleasure, curling upwards to hold onto Yunho’s shoulders before feeling Yunho’s release seconds later, making him whimper and shake before hearing Yunho’s groans ring in Y/N’s ear before the two of them went back to panting. Even if they truly weren’t tired, they had that look in their eyes. They were gonna be at this for a while...

Bonus:

“Yunho, you have got to stay off of them, or something man I can’t talk to Y/N without seeing them covered in your markings and barely able to stand for a minute before feeling better!” Wooyoung said, crossing his arms and pouting while Y/n was laughing. The pair of them sat on the main couch with a blanket wrapped around them while Yunho was grabbing a tray with enough drinks for everyone. Given how there was now a new addition to the vampire circle his name was San. Wooyoung claims to have turned him n a game of chases but that wasn’t even close, but he seemed to have gotten Wooyoung under control while getting to know everyone else in the circle. “It’s truly not my fault, look at him he’s attractive and knows the look to pull me in!” He defended himself, setting down the tray and letting everyone take their own glasses to enjoy themselves. The growing group was sitting in the living room around a large round black table with gold table clothes and coasters for them all.

Hongjoong leaning back in a rocking chair with his leg crossed over the other while the cup in his hand, close to his lips with a happy smile on his face. His family was complete, and they were happy. He had his own partner with him, his group was explanting to meet new people, and now his oldest member with him had his own partner who was able to make him smile more. And crawl out of his old shell and explore the world with and move on. If you asked hongjoong, this is where he would rather be and nothing else matter. He was now watching Yunho Walk over and sit close to Y/N, wrapping his arm around their waist and pulling them closer. Softly kissing their foreheads and enjoying their smiles being passed around the room.

“We couldn’t even go hunting till 3am! Someone thought I was a demon who was hungry.” Wooyoung pouted, rolling his eyes playfully at the late-night hunt which should’ve started at 1am and ended at 2 so everyone could still enjoy the night before the sun started to rise. “To be fair here Wooyoung, I can’t say no he’s not shy about being in bed anymore.” “Why is this something I would need to know in public here.” Y/N started to laugh more as they tried to take sips of their drink while trying to respond still. “Why is this something any of us needed to know about in a public setting here.” “And this, Yeosang is Y/N’s house it’s private.” Yunho countered back while the laughter kept filling the living room along with playful eyerolls from some of them even. To think all of this happened because of a very kinky bite.

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wither | steve raglan x female reader

a supernatural serial killer AU

rating | explicit

part 2/?

words | 7k

cw | violence

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And when he had opened the fourth seal, I heard the voice of the fourth beast say, Come and see. And I looked, and behold a pale horse: and his name that sat on him was Death, and Hell followed with him. And power was given unto them over the fourth part of the earth, to kill with sword, and with hunger, and with death, and with the beasts of the earth.

Revelation 6:7-8 KJV

When Steve wants something, he takes it.

The reaper dressed in the security guard uniform leans against the side of the brick building after his evening shift at the nearby mall, watching the man make what he mistakenly thinks is a secret transaction with another individual in the alley around the corner. The narcotics don’t interest him, nor does the cash being exchanged. He has his eye on something else, something bearing the chrome emblem of a horse. He drags a match along one of the bricks and lights a cigarette, calmly waiting for the deal to be concluded. His next victim emerges from the narrow gap between buildings a short time later, angling towards the adjacent parking lot behind the abandoned convenience store where he's left his vehicle.

Steve can still feel the heat from the engine through the hood he shoves the man’s face against; hears the faint ticking as it tries to cool. Ice creeps through his fingers and wraps around the startled car owner’s throat, swiftly choking off any protest he might have made. As much as he enjoys the thrill of the hunt, this kill is not destined to be a prolonged event.

The rear compartment space is limited, but still ample enough for the body he shoves inside. He fishes the keys out of the dead man’s pocket before shutting the trunk and unlocking the driver’s side door. Power locks. A nice upgrade. He slides behind the wheel, glancing appreciatively over the dark leather interior. He leans over to open the glove compartment, unsurprised to find a gun inside. He has no need of weapons, but sometimes they’re fun to use. He prefers instruments that lean more towards torture, though; the sound of prolonged agony is the sweetest melody there is. He decides to leave the firearm where it is for now, shutting the compartment door and starting the engine. The instrument panel emits a soothing blue glow. A lot more options than what the old sedan has, that’s for certain. He can explore those later. For now, he wants to see what kind of speed this automobile is capable of outside of town, away from authorities that wouldn’t allow it. He lowers the front windows and then shifts gears, smiling the second his foot touches the pedal. Powerful. He likes it already.

The killer takes a quick drag of the cigarette he’s nearly forgotten, flicking the ash outside before guiding the sports coupe back to the road. Weekend traffic restrains his speed as much as his own self control. He rifles through the radio stations while he’s waiting, thinking that lake he’d discovered while walking the woods the other day might be a good resting place for that carcass in the trunk. There’s a thick layer of algae on that stagnant water. No one’s going to be swimming or fishing in that any time soon. It‘s a suitable location.

Once he’s cleared the city streets, the murderer finally shoves down on the gas pedal, the nonskid soled black shoes that are required by his employer pressing until the engine hums at a higher and higher pitch, automatically shifting gears. The evening breeze stirs his hair and he smiles, enjoying the sensation. The vehicle was worth acquiring. He won’t use it all the time, but when he does…

His eyes flick from the windshield to the vacant passenger seat. He thinks you might enjoy the car, too. A little drive at night. How much he’d enjoyed that visit in his office the other day. Your heart pounding. The throbbing elsewhere. He’d felt it humming through him, too. Something there. A wicked chemistry. You’re forbidden to him; at least, that’s what that tiresome academy would dictate. And he’s agreed to play by the rules, for now. But not forever. You’re already keeping secrets for him.

Surely you’ll keep one more.

***

Retail therapy always elevates your mood.

You’re not a shopaholic by any means, but you like to treat yourself every once in a while. There’s a pair of boots that you’d had your eye on for weeks now, often stopping by after work to gaze at them. Impractical. Not the kind of thing you’d have much occassion to wear. But they’d been stuck in your mind and on Saturday night you find yourself going back to purchase those thigh high lace up black suede boots. Just carrying them out of the mall makes you feel naughty.

As you walk through the crowded mall parking lot, still a little conflicted over your purchase, you notice the car parked at the far end of the row you’re crossing. You don’t know much about automobiles, but this one stands out. Muscle car. Mustang. Newer. Pale green, like faded spearmint. Hood vents. The driver’s side window is rolled down and a trail of smoke escapes through it. You recognize the man behind the wheel.

Steve Raglan. That odd school counselor and security guard. He’s not wearing the uniform tonight, clad instead in a gray shirt. Your eyes meet through the windshield.

Your steps slow as you reach the open window. He smirks around the cigarette slotted between his lips and you feel that warm little hum in your core again.

“Hi,” you say, readjusting your grip on the plastic handles of your shopping bag. They’re starting to dig into your skin. The boots are heavy.

“Hi,” he returns, plucking the cigarette from his mouth. “Doing some shopping, I see.” His gaze doesn’t linger on the bag, tracking back quickly to your face.

“Yeah.” You shuffle your feet. Why does he always make you feel so awkward, like you should be the one leading the conversation? “No work tonight?”

“No. I’m off.” He takes a drag and you sidestep to avoid the cloud he exhales.

“You here to shop?”

“That, and…people watch.” The smirk is back.

“Find anything? See anyone interesting?”

“One thing. Anyone…maybe.” He hangs his arm out the window and flicks some ash to the ground. “Do you need a ride? I’m guessing you don’t have a car. And judging by the location of that bus stop behind me…”

“I wouldn’t want to put you out.”

“I don’t mind.”

“I’m sure you have better things to do on a Saturday night.”

“Sometimes. Not tonight. Hop in.”

You hesitate, looking at the leather interior. Thinking about being in such close quarters. That cologne you know he’s wearing. That scent of smoke. Another thrill vibrates through you. You find yourself walking around the car, lifting the door handle and settling inside, the bag tucked between your legs.

“Didn’t have you pegged for a goth girl,” he murmurs.

You’re decked out entirely in black: combat boots, jeans with rivets and chains, a snug top with lace sleeves, and a choker with a tiny metal bat dangling from the center. “You know today’s youth. Rebelling against societal norms.”

“You don’t strike me as the type to be a lemming and follow what others are doing.”

“I’m not, you’re right. I just really like the aesthetic,” you concede. “Gothic and horror stuff in general. I cut my teeth on slasher movies.”

“A girl after my own heart. If I had one, that is,” he winks cheekily at you and tosses the remains of his cigarette onto the pavement.

You’re not sure how to respond to that. To any of this. The attention. The…borderline inappropriate flirting? Or maybe you’re just that needy. Seeing things that aren’t there.

“So what did you buy?” He nods to the shopping bag.

“You first.”

Steve reaches between the seats, handing you a tiny paper bag.

“What did you get, a greeting card?”

“Something better.”

You reach inside and feel something glossy. A bumper sticker emerges, clutched between your fingers. There’s a chibi version of a grim reaper, and the letters printed in dripping crimson mimicking blood read Spoiler Alert: Everyone Dies.

“You’ve got a dark sense of humor, don’t you?”

“It was a toss up between that or Last Responder.”

“That’s…wow.” You glance at the driver.

“Think the school would protest if I decorated my office with that?”

“Uh, yeah,” you reply. “Just a tad inappropriate.”

“I’ll save it for my other vehicle. It’ll spice it up a bit.”

“You have two cars?”

The bearded man nods. “One I use for work, everyday things. This one…I reserve for special occassions.”

“So what’s the ocassion tonight?”

He grins but doesn’t answer. “What’s in your bag?”

You return the sticker inside the paper bag and hand it to Steve, who sets it back where he’d retrieved it, then lift your own into your lap, withdrawing the shoebox and cracking the lid. There’s a layer of tissue paper around the footwear that the older man shifts, poking to reveal what’s nestled underneath. One eyebrow quirks up and he makes a little humming sound.

“They’re boots,” you murmur, feeling yourself blushing.

“I can see that. Ever watch Pretty Woman?

“They’re not hooker boots,” you protest immediately, your face growing hotter.

“I never said they were. They’re very attractive. Where are you planning on wearing those?”

“I don’t know. I just…I couldn’t stop thinking about them. They’re so…”

“Slutty?” He supplies, seeing your mouth drop and chuckling, a gentle rasp of sound. “Relax. I’m teasing.”

“I’m not…like that. I’ve never even…” You let your voice trail off. It’s too embarrassing to admit out loud. “I just liked them.”

“You don’t have to explain yourself.”

“You make me feel like I should return them.”

“Don’t,” he says quickly, and your eyes latch onto his. “You should keep them. You coveted them.” He flicks the tissue back into place and leans to start the engine. As expected, it’s a deep purr. “That’s the reason I got this car. Not because I needed it. Because I wanted it,” he says.

“It’s pretty. I don’t know anything about cars, but…”

“Neither do I. I wanted it. I acquired it. That’s all there is to it. Enjoy those,” he says, nodding towards the box. “Well, I suppose I should get you home. Where do you live?”

You blink at the sudden shift in conversation but tell him your address, then close the lid of the box and shove it back into the bag, deciding to keep it on your lap this time.

“Seatbelt,” he says, thumbing the power button for the CD player before shifting gears. You hastily comply, struggling to balance the bag until Steve lifts it and sets it on the back seat.

“Thanks. Wait. Is this Nine Inch Nails?” You recognize the beginning of the song Terrible Lie.

“It is indeed. Mix tape. I guess you kids don’t call them that anymore, though. I burned a CD with a bunch of favorites.”

“You make yourself sound ancient.”

“That’s because I am.”

You consider the counselor, with his graying hair, noting again how near flawless his skin looks. The hands gripping the steering wheel don’t look old, either. The skin is pure milky white. There’s a branching vein near the knuckle of his index finger that you find yourself entranced by as Trent Reznor laments about his crisis of faith over the speakers.

“Did you hear me?”

“Hmmm? Oh, sorry. What did you say?”

“I asked how the assignment I gave you is coming along.”

“Oh, that.”

“Yes, oh, that. Have you given it any consideration?”

“No,” you reply honestly. “I had a lot of tests this week. And a paper due last Thursday.”

“Excuses,” he says, glancing over at you with a frown. The aviators reflect the red stoplight as he brakes the car, shifting his denim clad thighs. His legs are so long, wedged snugly beneath the wheel and against the sides of the center console and door. “Don’t procrastinate.”

“I’ll get to it eventually.”

“See that you do. It’s important.”

The easy banter you’d been enjoying earlier seems to have faded. He’s reminding you of your position. What your roles are. Anything else is certainly all in your own mind.

Depeche Mode’s Rush is the next track that plays. You try to imagine Steve seated at his PC, rifling through his collection of albums, deciding which songs are worthy of making the final cut. Scowling as he rearranges the order, exchanging this one for that. Maybe sipping a glass of whiskey while he’s doing it. Tie loosened. Removing his glasses to rub at the indents on the bridge of his nose. A stack of folders nearby. Bringing work home. Was he there alone?

“You’re daydreaming,” Steve observes, bringing you back from your reverie to realize a new song is playing. “Anything good?”

“Not really. Who’s this?” You ask quickly, pointing to the radio to cover for your awkwardness.

“Gary Numan. Dark.”

I've been waiting here Waiting for faith And the word to fall. Now the darkness comes And I'll pray for The end of us all

“I like it,” you decide.

“You in a rush to go home, or do you want to go for a little joyride? She’s pretty fun outside of town,” he says, shoving his gold framed glasses further back up the bridge of his nose.

“Uh…I guess,” you reply hesitantly. You’re having a hard time tracking what the man’s real intentions are. One minute he was formal; the next, anything but.

Don't let the light shine on me I am the poison that feeds life to you Don't let the light shine on me I am the demon that waits inside you

“You don’t know what to make of me, do you?”

The accuracy of that statement, so close to the thoughts you’d been having, disarms you. You stare at the bearded man and his gaze meets yours, and for the briefest sliver of a moment you swear you see something glowing behind those powder blue irises, making your breath hitch.

“I’ve never met anyone like you,” you finally manage, gasping after the statement, suddenly greedy for air.

“Of course you haven’t.” He grins at you before returning his attention to the road. A modern acoustic cover of Don’t Fear the Reaper is playing now, the woman’s breathy vocals crooning over the speakers.

All our times have come Here but now they're gone Seasons don't fear the reaper Nor do the wind, the sun or the rain We can be like they are

You don’t recognize the road you’re on. Dark. Few streetlights. The breeze from the open window stirs your hair. The car accelerates. Where is he taking you?

Come on, baby (don't fear the reaper) Baby, take my hand (don't fear the reaper) We'll be able to fly (don't fear the reaper) Baby, I'm your man

“Mr. Raglan…”

“Steve,” he corrects. “You don’t need to cling to the door handle like that. You’re perfectly safe.”

You hadn’t even realized it, but your grip is indeed white knuckled. You can’t quite see the speedometer, the steering wheel is blocking your view, but you know he’s speeding. “I think you should slow down.”

“Hmmm,” he hums, the sound disapproving, but you feel the car decelerating and you exhale in relief. “You don’t trust me.”

“I do, I just…I think you should be careful.”

“Careful,” he repeats, the word carrying disdain with it.

“I mean…don’t you? It’s not worth wrecking the car. Or getting hurt. Or worse.”

“Hmph.” Another disgruntled noise, but he slows until he can make a u turn, reversing direction and returning to the town at a more reasonable pace.

You remain silent for the remainder of the ride. Your neck actually aches with how tense you’re holding yourself, your eyes locked onto the windshield.

Steve pulls along the curb outside your house. “This you?”

“Yes,” you reply stiffly.

“I…apologize if I frightened you. I thought you would enjoy…”

“It’s a nice car, and I’m grateful for the ride home. I just…I’m not used to this,” you finish, finally meeting his gaze.

“Alright.”

You release the seatbelt and accept the shopping bag back he retrieves back into your lap. “Goodnight.”

“Goodnight,” he says.

You rest a hand on the door handle, feeling like you should say something else. Now you’re feeling guilty. He’d just wanted to show off the car. What was wrong with that? You’re the one making it weird.

“You want to borrow this?” He hits the eject button and offers you the CD that had been playing, its surface blank and unlabeled.

“You don’t mind?”

“No. I can just make another, I have the playlist saved on my computer. Enjoy it.”

“Thanks.” You slip it inside your bag, then push the door open.

“Don’t forget that assignment.” His tone almost sounds normal now.

“I won’t.”

You watch the car depart, staring for a few moments before you turn to walk down the driveway.

Another surreal, bizarre encounter with Steve Raglan.

***

U.S. History just isn’t your thing.

You suppose you should know about what came before, what’s brought your country to the present, but your mind begins wandering several minutes into the lecture. It doesn’t help that your instructor is an elderly nun with a soft, creaky voice that reminds you of a rocking chair moving back and forth over a loose floorboard on an old farmhouse porch. You’re doodling, intending initially to get some work done on that career planning assignment, but instead you find yourself sketching random images. The entrance gate of the abandoned cemetery. The crow perched on that branch. Steve, leaning back against the crumbling stone wall, a wispy stream of cigarette smoke rising beside his features. A side profile of his Mustang. A close up of his intense eyes.

Too late, you realize your work has been discovered. Not by the instructor, but by that cheerleader that had gotten in trouble that day you’d had your first meeting with Steve. She cups her hand over her mouth and whispers to the girl seated beside her, and you quickly turn to a blank page, dropping your pen onto that lined surface. You hunch down further in your seat, hoping this will be the end of your shame.

Of course it isn’t.

Your notebook is snatched from your fingers just as the bell rings, signaling the end of class.

“Please give that back,” you say as you anxiously exit the classroom behind the group of cheerleaders, hoping a direct approach will be enough.

“Someone’s got a crush. A little old for you, isn’t he? Do you even know what to do with it? Or are you expecting daddy to teach you?”

“What’s going on here?”

Steve is approaching, threading through the students congregating outside the hallway of lockers, and you don’t know whether you’re relieved or not. This might only add fuel to the fire. Speaking of which; your cheeks are so hot you think you might combust.

“Nothing,” the girl says in a singsong voice. “We were just admiring the artwork. Have you seen it yet? Well, of course you haven’t. She just did it during class.” She hands the open notebook to the counselor, waiting for his response, a sickeningly sweet smile on her features.

His pale eyes flick briefly over the page, and then he shuts the book, handing it back to you.

“I would think that someone with your grades would be just a bit more concerned about your own coursework. Especially now that your position on the team hangs in the balance. It would be a shame if you didn’t have that to fall back on, wouldn’t it?” It’s the older man’s turn to smile, and it’s full of mockery. The girl grumbles but turns away, drawing her band of followers with her.

“I’m sorry,” you mumble once they depart.

“You should be paying attention in class, too.”

“I was going to start my assignment. The one you gave me. I got distracted.”

His stern expression softens slightly. “Pay attention. That’s for after school, okay? And you lied. You draw well.”

You clutch the spiral bound book to your chest. “It’s just amateur stuff. You know, she’s never going to let me live this down. She’ll be relentless now.”

“No, she won’t. She’s going to have her hands full with other things,” he murmurs.

“What do you mean?”

“Don’t worry about it. Just…do your schoolwork like a good girl,” he says, his voice low and hushed.

You feel your blush returning. “Okay.”

He nods, brushing past you. You catch a whiff of his cologne and your grip on the notebook tightens.

It takes every ounce of willpower not to turn and follow him.

***

He hadn’t expected that little display earlier.

Steve kicks at the body at his feet, eliciting a muffled plea behind the gag stuffed in the student’s mouth. One of his ties. Not his favorite, so no loss there. Neither is the one wrapped around the cheerleader’s eyes.

He glares at the captive young woman. The temptation to just end her existence is strong. But that would be foolish. Brash. He can still exact some revenge without going to those extremes. She has no idea who’s taken her. Doesn’t understand the cold sensation that suddenly grips her from deep within. A frost coats the floorboards of the gymnasium. Not the one in the school she’s currently attending; this is another one clear across town. Another abandoned venue. There are many of those kinds of places here. There has been a lot of struggle. Fluctuations in commerce and prosperity. A rise and fall in census. This old school was testament to that.

Death Incarnate carries the girl in the middle of the night, dumping her back where he’d taken her from, the lookout point that was a popular make out spot for local teenagers. It’s empty now, save for that ambassador of extermination and his victim. The high school senior is passed out now, making her body limp like a sack of potatoes. Easier to manage overall. He cuts through her bonds and drags his ties free. Those will be burned later, leaving no evidence behind. There are no fingerprints. No marks from the shoes he’s wearing. No evidence of any crime. Just this little decay that’s been seeded inside. She’ll dismiss it, at first. Play it off. But eventually it will catch up to her. And anything she might have done to reverse its course will be rendered long since useless. A slow revenge, but certain. He smiles bitterly before turning away.

The guidance counselor takes a long shower after he returns home, using the old sedan for transportation once more. For tonight, the new horse slumbers in the garage. He sinks into the couch across from the hearth once he’s finished bathing and watches the flames dance as he slowly consumes a glass of whiskey, the amber liquid reflecting the firelight.

He wonders what you are doing tonight.

***

There’s a birthday party being held at the local nightclub.

Nothing official, of course; all of the students are underage. But you hear the excited whispers. Talk of fake ID’s. You don’t want to go on the night that they’re planning on attending. You have no intention of celebrating the birth of someone who’s a virtual stranger. But the idea of getting into the club is one that festers in your mind. Reckless. But maybe that’s what you want. Maybe you want to do something unexpected for a change.

You don’t know what’s got into you, lately. Ever since you’d met Steve Raglan…

You’re fairly certain you’ve been overcharged for the false driver’s license card, but it does look convincing, you have to admit. Not that you’re an expert in such things, of course; but you think it might get you inside. Your parents are going away for a weekend. It’s the perfect time to go. You’ve been looking for an excuse to wear those new boots, anyway.

So that’s how it happens. You, standing at the bar with a vodka and Sprite, looking out over the crowd of dancers. The music is so loud it hurts. Like being at a concert, almost. You’re still not sure what you’re doing here. You’re not brave enough to dance with strangers. That’s why you’re trying out some liquid courage. You haven’t sampled alcohol that many times. Just at a holiday party here and there. Always under adult supervision. This was new. All of this.

You feel someone watching you. Your eyes slide to the side. It’s him. The career counselor. Nursing a drink of his own. Wearing dark rinse jeans and a black v neck tee, leaning languidly against the counter, one foot resting on the lower rung of the unused stool beside him.

You find yourself walking towards him. Careful, there. That drink is hitting hard already. You hadn’t eaten much today, too nervous to do more than nibble. The high heeled boots make you feel tall, elegant. They bring you level with the older man’s shoulders now.

“Well, look who’s here.”

“Hi,” you greet him. You don’t miss the quick beat of his eyes tracking down and then back up, admiring your appearance.

“You’re not allowed in. Fake ID? Naughty,” he hums, leaning close so you can hear him above the music.

“I felt like I deserved a night out.” You take another healthy swallow from your drink. It’s making you so warm all over.

“That’s not the only reason though, is it?”

You look at him sharply. “How did you…”

Steve grins. “You know, that gift of mine…”

“Reading people.” The song comes to an end and the DJ announces he’ll be taking a brief break between sets. Your ears are definitely ringing.

“Yes, that one.” He’s still leaning close even though he doesn’t need to speak as loudly to be heard.

“Alright, fine. There were a group of girls partying here for a birthday last weekend, and I was tired of feeling left out. But I didn’t want to spend time with them. I just wanted to experience it for myself. On my own terms.”

“By hiding at the bar?”

“I’m not hiding,” you protest, signaling for another drink. That one had emptied very fast. “I’m just getting acclimated.”

“Acclimated, huh?” Steve smirks, finishing his own drink.

“So, what do you think of my outfit? You like the boots?”

“They’re sinful,” he says, his eyes sparkling behind the lenses of his glasses.

“Yes, but do you like them?”

“Yes. Very much. I’m surprised your parents let you out of the house like that, though.”

You brush your fingers against the clinging black knit dress you’re wearing that ends just above where your boots begin. “They’re not home. Went away for the weekend.”

“How interesting.”

You grin around the mouth of your glass. “Why interesting?”

“Want to dance? I see the DJ coming back.”

You laugh a little at the idea. You’ve been doing a lot of that during this conversation so far. You find your lips constantly wanting to curve, the carbonation in your drink making you feel bubbly, the alcohol loosening your inhibitions.

“That’s scandalous, isn’t it? What would people say?” You inquire, feigning a shocked expression.

“They’re all strangers here. No one knows us.”

“How can you be sure, though?”

“Come with me,” he says, holding out a hand.

You hesitate, then reach for his fingers. They’re cool to the touch. Maybe from the glass he’d been holding. He leads you to a vacant spot on the outskirts of the crowd.

The stage lights shift patterns and the room darkens. You glance around nervously.

“Look at me,” your partner commands, and you find yourself gazing at the older man once again.

Your limbs feel stiff and awkward at first as you try to find the rhythm. Steve doesn’t seem to share your problem. Everything about him is fluid. Slinky. You try to match that grace. He captures your hand again and turns you around, bringing your back flush with his chest.

“Relax. Let yourself go.” His warm breath huffs beside your ear.

He smells heavenly. No smoke today. Just that fragrance you find intoxicating. You’re drunk off it. Off the music and the lights and the warm press of his body against yours. Somehow you’ve got more alcohol slotted in one of your hands. It goes down smooth. You’re liquid like that, now. Weightless. Floating.

Then anchored back to the ground. Leaning against the counter. The bartender looks slightly concerned but you wave a hand at him to indicate you’re okay. Steve is quiet beside you. Just looking. You like how he looks at you. Hungry. Hollowing you out. Carving a space for himself.

You don’t care about the other people in the club. You don’t really care what song is playing, either. You just know that you want to dance with Steve again. You face him the next time you venture back onto the dance floor. His hands are still cold. You feel like you’re on fire. You rest your palms on his chest, looking up at him through mascara coated lashes. His mouth is so close. Those full lips just waiting. What would it feel like, brushing against that facial hair? What would his lips taste like?

He leans close to your ear and you shiver in anticipation. ”I think it’s time we left.”

”Already? I was having fun.”

”I know. But it’s getting late. And you’ve had more than enough to drink.”

You grumble but acquiesce, allowing the older man to lead you away from the dance floor. “Sexy car tonight,” you murmur when you finally emerge outdoors, sucking in a lungful of fresh air and clinging heavily to your escort.

“Mmm-hmm.”

You watch him unlock the passenger door with hooded eyes, leaning against the side of the sports coupe. “Where are you taking me, Mr. Raglan?”

“Don’t call me that. Steve is fine. I’m taking you home.”

“Aw,” you pout. “I was really having fun.”

“I know. But you’re not going to have fun if you keep going like this. Lightweight,” he says, but there’s affection in his tone as he guides you to sit inside the car, helping you tuck your legs over the door frame.

You let your head rock aback against the cradle of the cushioned headrest. You feel like you’re spinning even though you’re just sitting still, and it’s fun. Steve glances at you after he slides behind the wheel, then shakes his head. “You’re lucky I was there. What if someone had taken advantage of you?”

“I’ve got that nail polish on that changes color when someone spikes your drinks. And no one wants me anyway,” you mutter.

“You’re wrong about that.”

“Oh yeah? You know something I don’t?”

He doesn’t answer, apparently focused on exiting the parking garage. You glance at the digital clock display on the dashboard, surprised by how many hours have passed.

“You’re not going to lecture me about this later on, are you?”

“No, I think your body is going to do that for you. Hangovers are miserable. You’re going to have a splitting headache at the very least.”

“I don’t want to go home. Can’t we go somewhere else?” You hear the slight whine in your tone and wince.

“Like where? It’s late. Not many places are open.”

“You could let me crash at your place.” Surprising, how casually those words escape your lips.

“You thought dancing with me was scandalous earlier. Now you want to spend the night at my house?” He doesn’t sound entirely displeased by the concept.

“Blame it on the liquor,” you mumble, letting your head flop to the side to regard the counselor.

“So much for keeping a low profile.”

“What?”

“Nothing.”

You realize you’re leaving the busier downtown area and are being brought into the suburbs. No, even past that. There are more trees than houses, now. He’s not speeding this time, you notice. He looks very solemn, concentrating on driving.

“You go to that club a lot?”

“Never. It was my first time.”

“You trying to score?”

His lips twist in a wry smile. “I told you before. I like people watching.”

You grunt, shifting the position of your feet. The boots might be stylish, but they definitely weren’t comfortable.

“Feet bothering you?”

“How can you tell?”

“You’ve been wriggling like a worm on a hook ever since you sat down.”

“They’re alright,” you mumble.

“New shoes are always a pain to break in. They do suit you, though,” he adds.

The car leaves the paved road and travels along a dirt one. You can just make out the house nestled between the trees from the beam of the headlights.

“You live in the middle of nowhere.”

“I like my privacy.” He thumbs a remote tucked into the sun visor and one of the garage doors lifts. He parks beside his other car, the vintage sedan he’d previously mentioned, then kills the engine. The garage door finished closing with a resounding thud after he hits the remote switch and the older man’s eyes meet yours.

“You really brought me to your house,” you murmur in disbelief.

“That’s where you said you wanted to go. Would you rather I bring you home?”

You should say yes. This was escalating far past any casual flirting you might have done previously.

Instead you shake your head. He exits the car and you follow, groaning when you put weight on the heels again. There’s a short flight of steps nearby that leads to the interior of the house, depositing you into a hallway. Steve begins turning on light switches, then points to an open doorway further down the hall. “Bathroom. Which I’m sure you’re going to want.”

You did need to go. Bad. The alcohol had gone right through you. You brush past him and struggle to get your panties down, managing to sit on the toilet in the nick of time. You sigh with relief, glancing around the room. It’s a half bath, just the toilet and the sink. It all looks very ordinary so far. You’re not sure what you’d been expecting.

You finish voiding, the toilet still flushing as you begin washing your hands. You look at your reflection in the mirrored medicine cabinet. What the hell are you doing, exactly? First the fake ID, then the drinking, dancing with a member of the school faculty that’s old enough to be your dad, now this?

“You fall in?” Steve’s voice sounds from outside the door.

“No, I’m fine. I’ll be right out.”

“I’m getting you a big glass of water. You need to drink all of it.”

“Great, I’ll be living in the bathroom then,” you mutter as you open the door, flipping the lightswitch off again.

“Come sit down. Get comfortable.” He guides you to the living room and you sink down into the couch, not even bothering to straighten your dress beneath you. You’re starting to feel a little less pleasant than you had earlier. Not quite as buoyant.

“Here you go.”

You accept the glass of water he hands you, watching as he settles a respectful distance away at the other end of the couch.

“I’m gonna be honest, I thought your place would look different.”

“Different how?”

“I don’t know. Like more modern, maybe? Very monochromatic.”

“So you’re disappointed.”

“No, that’s not what I’m saying. I don’t even know what I’m saying,” you admit, taking another gulp of water.

“I tend to move around a lot. I don’t get too attached to personal possessions. Furniture and the like means very little to me.”

“Why do you move around so much?”

He shrugs. “It’s in my nature. Nomadic.”

“Doesn’t that ever get tiresome? Don’t you ever want to put roots down and just settle?”

“I haven’t found anywhere I felt tempted to do that yet.”

“So you’re gonna up and leave again, huh? Make me do that stupid assignment and then bail on me.”

His lips twitch in amusement. “I’m not leaving that quickly. I haven’t been here long. So yes, you are going to do the assignment, and yes, I will see the fruits of my labors.”

“My labors,” you correct.

“Our labors,” he amends.

You smirk before you drain the rest of your glass. “So what now?”

“Now you go to bed and sleep this off.”

“You’re no fun.”

“No? Not entertaining in the slightest?”

“Nope.” You lean forward and set the glass down on the coffee table, then recline back more slowly. You still feel lightheaded.

“Alright. Time to get you to bed. You can sleep in one of my shirts.”

“Where are you going to sleep?”

“There’s a second bedroom.”

“Hmph.” You allow him to steady you as you rise. “Your hands are so cold.”

“So many complaints,” he observes, pointing to the staircase. He waits for you to step in front of him, poised to catch you if you stumble. You manage the stairs even intoxicated and wearing the ridiculous boots and you swirl around triumphantly, finally losing your balance and falling against his chest.

His hands might be icy, but his body is warm. You find yourself staring at his mouth again. Wishing it was on yours. If only you were a little braver, you’d reach for it yourself. Stand on tiptoes and tug on the nape of his neck and bring it crashing down. But you’re not quite that confident yet.

“Let’s go,” he says, gently pushing against you. You huff but allow it, finding yourself in a room that’s more like what you’d been imagining. Black bed linens. Glass and chrome nightstands. Marbled lamps.

You sit down on the edge of the bed, not even bothering to move the comforter. You’re exhausted all of a sudden. Your energy is just sapped.

Steve kneels down and begins working on unlacing your boots.

“You don’t have to do that. But thank you.”

He doesn’t reply, continuing to tug on the laces until you feel the suede material give a little, releasing its tight clutch of your thigh and calf. You sigh rapturously when that first piece of footwear is pulled free. The other soon joins it, folded and tucked neatly underneath the glass topped nightstand.

You kind of wish he hadn’t been so businesslike about it; your heart is pounding, both fearing and hoping he’ll cross a line he shouldn’t. But he merely rises and retrieves a tshirt from the dresser and sets it beside you before moving towards the doorway.

“What if I need more help undressing?”

“I think you can manage.”

“I can sleep in the other bedroom, you know. You don’t have to surrender yours.”

“Figure it’d be better if you’re closer to the bathroom. It’s through that door,” he points.

“Oh. Yeah, I guess that makes sense. Are you gonna come back after?”

“Why? Do you want me to tuck you in? Tell you a bedtime story?”

You bite your bottom lip. “Yes.”

Steve smirks. “I’ll think about it. Go get changed.”

The upstairs bathroom is far more luxurious than its first floor counterpart. There’s a walk in shower and a tub. You’re tempted to sample one of them, but you also kind of just want to rest.

Steve’s shirt is black, blank, a basic tee that hits you mid thigh and clings to your curves. You find a washcloth in the linen closet and scrub your makeup off. Deciding you’re ready, you return to your school counselor’s master bedroom.

You find him waiting for you, sitting in the spot you’d previously occupied.

“I used a washcloth to take my makeup off. I hope that’s ok. I put it in the hamper. And I just left my clothes on the edge of the tub for now.”

“That’s fine.” His features look more solemn now. No longer teasing. You move closer and he stands, flipping the comforter and top sheet back.

You hesitate, your fingers twisting, wanting to be filled. “You didn't get changed yet.”

“No.”

“I wanted to see your pajamas.”

“I sleep in boxers and tshirt. Nothing exciting.”

“For you, maybe.”

“Get into bed.”

“What if I say no?”

Steve regards you for a few moments, then grabs your wrists and pushes you onto the bed.

You squeak in protest, startled to feel the older man pressing you down into the mattress. His fingers are still freezing.

“Steve,” you say a little breathlessly.

“You’ve been a very bad girl tonight.”

“What are you gonna do about it?” You challenge.

“Nothing. You’re technically an adult. And I’m not your parent.”

“You’re supposed to set a good example.”

“Is that what you want?”

You stare into his eyes. The pupils are blown, twin raven dark circles of desire. “No.”

“Didn’t think so.” He grins and then releases you, climbing back off the bed.

You scowl, shifting until you’re lying properly, slipping your legs beneath the covers. “I didn’t get my bedtime story.”

“It’s late. You should sleep. You’re going to feel like shit tomorrow.”

“Was worth it though.”

“You say that now.” He reaches to draw the blankets over you and you grasp his forearm, halting him.

“I had fun tonight,” you say quietly.

“Yeah. Me too. Go to sleep now. I’ll see you in the morning.” His voice sounds raspy. He switches the lamp off and leaves the room, closing the door behind him.

You’d thought earlier that you’d conk right out once your head hit the pillow, but now sleep evades you. You stare into the void above your head, and you think about Steve’s dark, wanting eyes.

Those cold hands, gripping you so tightly.

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