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It was quiet when he stepped into the penthouse.

Jisung's eyes traveled along the place, finding everything impeccable as ever. He rolled his shoulders and moved his jaw to get rid of some of the tension in it as he walked to the kitchen, dropping the heavy black plastic bag he carried on the counter, not caring much about the red that started slowly pooling on the white marble.

With a sigh, he tugged his black shirt over his head, dropping it to the ground. The shirt was heavy, drenched in blood that couldn't be seen in the dark color. Jisung looked down at his chest, the fluids clinging to his skin and he slid his fingers over it, wiping before bringing the digits to his mouth to lick it up.

His eyes moved over the window wall, seeing how the dark night was interrupted by the bright lights of the city far down below.

Their home was close to the clouds, making them feel larger than life.

Which they were.

Jisung followed the clear windows towards the bedroom where he finally found who he was looking for.

Wrapped in a fluffy white robe and curled up in a caramel leather loveseat, was Minho. The man was staring expressionlessly out of the huge windows that continued even to their bedroom, exposing their intimacy to the world if anybody were to fly so high.

Minho didn't move an inch when Jisung approached him, the older looking frozen in time until the younger brushed his fingers through the soft brown hair. He only seemed to melt the tiniest bit, not speaking up or looking up to his lover, but Jisung knew that every cell of Minho's was focused on his presence.

"I brought dinner."

He commented the words softly, his eyes lowering to observe Minho's reaction. The man turned his head, nose scrunched up as he kneeled on the loveseat and reached for Jisung to come closer, which he did without hesitation. Burying his face into soft fluffy hair, Jisung sighed and pulled on Minho so the older could get up, the two of them standing and wrapping themselves around each other. The embrace was tight, intimate and Jisung let his hand slowly rub the other's back.

His eyes opened red, however, when he felt the grazing of fangs along his neck. Minho's nails dragged along his nape, playing with the short blond hair there, and Jisung let out a deep breath as he leaned his head to the side. The lazy way Minho's tongue rolled over his pulse elicited shivers all over his body and he dug his fingers harder into the other's hips.

"Min, you can't keep feeding from me... You'll get sick again."

Lips pressed against his skin and Jisung stared out the windows, waiting, hoping that Minho would pull away from him tonight. But the fangs were back to teasing his skin, dejection washing over the younger's bones.

"You're the only one who tastes good, Ji..." His lover muttered and Jisung rolled his eyes.

Both of them knew how poor of a lie that was. Even if he had just fed, the blood rushing through his veins would taste rotten, like death itself. It still would have enough life force but it would be the furthest from drinkable.

However, Jisung didn't speak up to call out Minho's lie.

The memory of the day they turned was still one of the most vivid ones in Jisung's mind. It took him hundreds of years to stop waking up in cold sweat when it played out during his sleep.

He recalled with an aching heart how their little village was attacked by the demonic blood drinkers. They weren't prepared for the devastation they came with and Jisung, after being able to escape one of them in his home, desperately ran to find his best friend, his heart racing as he hoped to not be late.

Minho's scream was heard before the younger even saw the other and Jisung joined the screaming once he saw his friend's face contorted in pure pain as fangs dug into his neck from the vampire holding him from behind. Jisung recalled how Minho's eyes widened in horror at the realization that the younger was witnessing his demise and he yelled desperately for Jisung to just run, run far away.

But Jisung couldn't watch Minho being taken and he didn't think twice before grabbing his dagger to attack the damned creature hurting his friend. A young man with no experience with the supernatural had no chance, it had been foolish to have even attempted to do such.

Jisung remembered, had replayed in his head too many times, how both he and Minho laid down on the ground, side by side, necks ripped open with the last of their life draining out of them as they stared into each other's eyes that were becoming duller. Their fingers felt cold when they entwined and they didn't feel the warmth of the fire surrounding them, consuming the village they called their home.

When they closed their eyes, they already had accepted that fate wanted to take them early and they were ready to go without a further fight.

Neither of them had expected to wake up again, hearts still in their chests and a monstrous thirst overwhelming them.

They had never talked about how they sucked the last survivors of their home dry.

Grunting as Minho's fangs dug even deeper into his neck, Jisung kept his hands on the other's waist as he was straddled. The older was grinding absentmindedly against him and Jisung felt the prickles of lust waking in his body. His lover kept trying to quell his thirst, but he was being a bit too eager and the younger shifted onto the bed so he could sit straighter with his back against the headboard of their bed.

"I won't be able to get it up if you suck me dry, pretty..." The complaint came out quiet, expecting Minho to pull away but his lover didn't do that. No, he kept drinking, his fangs moving in the deep gashes that kept overflowing with red.

The insistence got Jisung to growl, brows furrowing.

"Minho." The warning tone made the older freeze up and retract, even if he didn't pull completely away from Jisung's neck. A soft tongue lapped at the blood that escaped, cleaning up the younger's skin with gentle care before Minho muttered whinily.

"You can just drink more from what you brought."

Now that made anger boil in Jisung and he curled his fingers into brown hair, pulling the other harshly away from his neck. His own fangs were bared from seeing Minho's lips deliciously covered in red. Jisung growled again as he noticed the faint deep red of the older's irises, swirling with seduction that made the want flare up in the younger.

Minho licked his lips languidly, arching and pressing his body more against Jisung's. His mouth opened, pretty fangs still out and the older tried to get his face back into the younger's neck.

"Minho, you need to stop this..."

But Jisung let him do it anyway.

They had expected to easily find other vampires to minimally help them when they were able to actually go around without losing their minds and attacking humans. However, it took them years to find one again and the meeting had been more than unpleasant.

Jisung and Minho quickly found out that it was even unusual for them to stick together, it being revealed that these creatures of the night were more lonesome out of choice. Too difficult, too dangerous. If they had company, it was usually a human that was used as convenient livestock. There were talks about territorial tendencies and competition, but that wasn't something they felt.

They clung to each other like they did when alive, their friendship going strong even with the hundreds of years they spent together by then. Their powers were rather complimentary, Jisung's manipulative social skills guiding them around effortlessly during the day while Minho's powerful seductiveness easily lured in prey for them at night.

They had a certain way of working things that was particular to them, but they wouldn't want to ever change it.

Minho's luring had a very straightforward strategy. Seduce and bring the prey home, fuck them until they didn't know what was up or down, and then strike. He did most of the work so he got the first bite, but more often than not, he called Jisung in when the poor souls were still half-conscious. They fed at the same time, each of them at one side of the victim's neck.

They did it like this for years and years. Friends that tagged along together because they were each others' constant, preying on humans that Minho brought home.

Hundreds of years doing the same thing with nothing needing to change besides the scenery.

Until it had to.

It was very sudden for Jisung, and he was sure it was sudden for Minho as well. The older had brought another victim home, giggling seductively as they were guided into the man's bedroom. Jisung lurked in the dark, his eyes glowing red as he watched, Minho's own meeting his intensely.

Possessiveness corroded Jisung's insides and that night he didn't allow Minho to close the door. The younger stepped inside, his eyes locked with his friend's and he didn't even listen to the blabbering human trying to get him to back off, probably upset to have their lucky time interrupted.

The two vampires were holding a silent conversation with their eyes, Minho being the first to lower his gaze. Once he did that, Jisung turned towards the human and ripped their throat open, going for the messiest kill he had since their time of turning. It was violent, flesh chucks being ripped, blood spraying on the walls of Minho's room until the body dropped dead and cold to the floor.

Quietness was the only thing in the room aside from them, and Jisung slowly turned towards Minho, whose hands were shaking. The younger stalked closer, lowering his head so their faces were closer. The older avoided looking into his eyes and Jisung could feel the insecurity coming out of Minho's pores. This was different, this was change.

"You need to stop this."

It was more of an order than anything else, and the low tone Jisung used did provoke a bare of fangs from the other vampire. Minho's eyes swirled deep red and when they finally were staring deep into each other's souls, Jisung reached out to curl his hand around the back of the older's neck to keep him close.

They might have looked young, fresh in their twenties, but they were old. Years and years piled upon their shoulders, experience on how to deal with feelings and each other being far too plenty to hesitate even if it felt too new, too sudden.

Jisung didn't play games with Minho.

"I love you."

Being between his lover's legs was paradise.

Jisung would never ever get enough from feeling Minho tremble whenever his lips brushed along the sensitive inner thigh, mouthing hungry kisses and letting his fangs nick the perfect porcelain skin. Marks that would be gone by the next morning were sucked into the flesh, the blooming red and purples filling Jisung with the satisfaction that Minho was his.

His tongue was unhurried as it moved over the smooth skin, down towards the older's entrance, where it rolled with precision in the most perfect way to pull out mewls out of Minho. They knew each other's bodies inside out, knew what made them go mad with pleasure. Jisung ate his lover out with immeasurable hunger, with a passion that could mistake their relationship for fresh and new.

Not centuries.

Jisung didn't just touch Minho, he loved on every bit of skin, worshipping his partner and all that he was. When his fingers slipped inside to stretch him out and curl to bring more moans out, the younger was breathless and drunk on how much he adored Minho.

And every time he looked up to meet his lover's eyes he saw the same devotion.

They were special, they were one.

Minho was panting, his body squirming with Jisung's treatment, his tongue and three fingers driving him into lustful madness, but he was barely getting hard. Unavoidably, Jisung pulled away, licking his lips.

"Min, you're not reacting... You need more blood."

Wanting to get up, Minho's fingers dug into his light hair, holding him there between his legs. The older's eyes were filled with panic as if he feared abandonment.

"Don't stop. Please, keep going... Please, Jisung, I need you."

More years passed and they were perfect. No matter how unholy their existence was, their lives could be equated to what heaven was described as. They worked together and traveled the world, exploring the brightest and the darkest parts of it. Difficulties were faced with their hands clasped tightly together and no matter what, they always came out on top. Love bound them strongly and Jisung learned how to wax poetically whenever he could about the other vampire. Minho's laughter and twinkling eyes were everything he needed to get a reminder of what it was to actually be alive.

Sometimes seeing his lover smile made Jisung believe his heart skipped even if it was perpetually still in his chest.

But something started changing again and the younger didn't quite understand what.

Minho became restless and when asked, he didn't have an answer for his own behavior either. The older became clingy, desperate, seemingly without reason.

Neither knew what to really do. Again, this was new.

Jisung had been out most of the day and when he came back home, to a little cottage they decided to stay in for a few years, he was jumped by his lover who cried and begged.

Begged that he needed Jisung and no matter how many times the younger said he was right there, he always has been, Minho shook his head not knowing what he was begging for but he needed more, more, more.

It was miserable to not know what he had to give to his lover. Rationally, they simply didn't know what it was, Jisung didn't know why Minho's desperation was mirrored in him the more the older cried.

Despite years of being undead, there were too many things they didn't know about themselves. Both of them together clung to memories of humanity, thinking often too much.

They didn't know when they stopped thinking and trying to find logical answers to the immense craving they felt, but it was most likely when they became tired and let their instincts take control.

In one of Minho's desperate fits of needing more, his fangs dug into Jisung's neck. Like he was prey, like Minho needed to consume him whole to continue existing.

It was the first time Minho drank his blood. It was the first and only time Jisung drank Minho's.

The desperation ceased and they were soulbound.

Jisung was standing by the end of the bed, sucking on the blood of one of the severed legs he brought for Minho earlier. Since the older didn't take it, Jisung gorged himself despite the blood being by now hard to get to, to most part coagulated and cold already. The taste was unpleasant and stale without the freshness, and Jisung preferred it if he didn't have to do it. It was messy, his fangs needing to dig and gnaw on the flesh, the lower part of his face covered in red just like his chest.

But the drinking at least gave him back the strength after being sucked dry by Minho, his naked body showing that the unappetizing task at least had a reason.

His cock throbbed hard between his legs, aroused by the sight of Minho on the bed watching him. The older squirmed, his short fingers shoved deep inside of himself after the younger had to retreat to get himself prepared for action. Jisung dropped the limb to the ground carelessly, licking over his lips as Minho arched beautifully.

The most beautiful thing in existence.

Jisung reached for his lover, taking hold of his chin, guiding him to crawl to the edge of their bed before he picked him up. Minho begged softly, despite the younger being right there holding him.

"I'm here, pretty... I'm always here."

Minho was placed in front of the window wall and the younger pressed him against it. Obediently, the older leaned his cheek against the glass, his glittering eyes drifting over the breathtaking cityscape beneath them. Jisung slid his hands over the expanse of Minho's back, lowering himself to kiss his skin before diving into his lover.

Both of them moaned, the feeling of being connected, physically as they were mentally, making them feel the warmth that their bodies had long forgotten. Jisung thrust rough and deep into Minho, pressing his sticky bloodied chest against the other's, uncaring about the mess and only worried about fueling the desire of the older.

As Jisung shuddered with one of Minho's moans, his own red eyes gazed over the city lights.

The penthouse was obviously one of Jisung's antics.

He had always been the one responsible for finding them their new home since he, with time, didn't lose any energy and excitement about exploring. Always finding something new in the smallest things, he managed to keep their lives entertaining. At least he had hoped so.

They had money to waste, so when he found that the last floor of the tallest building in this big city was available for purchase, he didn't hesitate to do so. He had seen Minho's eyes growing bored and his soul lacking interest. That was always the cue for the younger to mix things up.

Their new home was a huge open concept with a minimalistic design. It was sleek and sophisticated, mature even to some extent that it made the realtor even doubt if two young men were fitting to the place. It was mostly gray, white and black, but Jisung already envisioned the red decoration he would add here and there. Minho seemed to silently hum in agreement as the younger blabbered about what he wanted to do with the penthouse.

But the older's eyes were fixated on the gigantic window wall.

It was funny to see him approach it calmly, his eyes appreciating the view despite being heights and heights away from the ground. Jisung felt nostalgic of the times the two of them were still afraid of looking down, whenever they were on top of everything.

Minho's arms wrapped around himself as he stared out and Jisung approached him silently, wrapping his arms around his lover's waist. Propping his chin on his shoulder, he just took upon the sight as well.

After a while, he glanced at Minho, spotting a bittersweet feeling in his eyes.

"What is it, love?"

Humming softly, Minho turned to look at Jisung and whispered.

"I wonder if the beauty of this city will become as mundane as everything else."

The younger was quiet, not knowing right away what to reply to his lover's hopeless words. The smile on Minho's face was soft and plastic, quickly dropping when Jisung leaned in to kiss him.

It was a slow dance of lips, without intention to become much more than that. It was an attempt of reassurance from Jisung's part before he pulled back and replied faintly.

"The second your eyes tell me it's not enough, I'll find somewhere new."

Minho keened from the way Jisung pounded into him and the younger groaned with the amount of strength he used to snap his hips. He would most likely break any human with a single thrust, but Minho had been perfectly made for him, their bodies taking all of the violent lovemaking.

It filled Jisung with pride to see his lover crumbling apart from pleasure, his body shaking and clenching around him. Minho's forearms were pressed against the glass, his head hanging between them. He was prettily bent for the younger to reach deep into him to strike that sensitive spot that gladly still managed to work even in their vampiric existence.

Jisung had closed his eyes to feel everything about the other, listening to the wet sounds whenever his cock slid into his hole and the way skin slapped on skin. Fucking Minho was addicting as ever, his fingers digging hard into the older's hips to pull him back to meet his movement.

But he had to slow down after a small sound that came from his lover that was unfitting to the moment. Ramming in deep, Minho choked and let his head hang even lower. Like he was trying to hide away.

Fingers curled into brown strands, and Jisung tugged Minho's head back so he could see his lover's face.

His heart broke.

Tears streaked Minho's cheeks and now looking at each other the older couldn't hold it back. His eyes were full of sorrow and he sobbed helplessly exhausted. Jisung was frozen for a second before he pulled out, worry all over his face as he picked the other up in his arms and carried him back onto the bed.

Minho tugged on his hands, pulling him to crawl over him and lay between his legs. Jisung hesitantly complied when Minho whispered that he wanted to feel the younger still inside of him. His lover wept and Jisung cupped his cheeks, trying to wipe away the never-ending tears. Minho just shook his head as his arms and legs wrapped around the body above his.

Kisses were placed all over Jisung's face and he didn't really know what to do as Minho tried to get them back into the relentless rhythm they had before, the younger only half-heartedly thrusting.

"Minho, what's wrong..."

The older's eyes fluttered shut and his brows tilted up as he shook his head again.

When Minho told him he was tired of being alive, it came as a reply to Jisung's question as to why the older was exclusively feeding through him.

It had been strange how his lover suddenly refused to leave the penthouse and asked for Jisung to be the one to go out to hunt. Minho had always been the one to do that and the younger thought, at first, that it had been one of the older's attempts to change things up.

But it had been even odder to come back home and be barely able to breathe from the way Minho glued to his body like he was the only thing that existed. Jisung had even made several attempts to make them move, but Minho had always been the one to insist they stayed, wanting to keep living in the penthouse.

They were sitting together on the loveseat, cuddled up and each of them sipping on a glass of dark red wine when his lover spoke to him about how he was feeling. Again, he insisted on the idea that they had to move, search for something new that had to exist somewhere else on earth.

Minho, however, just sighed and slowly turned his head, their red eyes meeting and Jisung's memory refused to remember the words shaped by his lover's pink pretty lips.

Jisung's forehead was pressed against's Minho's, both panting and having their fangs bared by the intense pace their bodies joined. The older's legs were over Jisung's shoulder, the younger bending his lover completely in half to keep them as close together as he could. They were shaking, moaning and grunting, every cell vibrating with the need to reach their climax.

While being so close, Jisung feared for this moment to end.

Minho was begging. Painfully begging through tears and a plethora of feelings in his heart that tortured him.

Minho wasn't begging to release, he was begging to be released.

Jisung was terrified to stop.

The younger growled, the aggressive sound withering into a whimper as his hips stuttered. He was too close. Too close to stop and too close to the end.

And Minho begged.

Begged sweetly for Jisung to finish, to fill him up.

Begged miserably for him to let go.

Begging and begging, desperately so, with his nails clawing down Jisung's back.

Jisung couldn't hold back until the end of times like he wished for, and eventually he came deep inside his lover.

Completely at loss on what to do, he sank his fangs into Minho's neck, a feeble attempt to hold onto the other. He dreaded letting go, fearful that if he did, Minho's mind would be set and unchanged. He clung for dear life and hoped and hoped, begged in his own head for his love to not cry.

Despite it all, Minho wailed.

Jisung stayed buried in the older's neck and within his body, completely unmoving, feeling colder than ever as the sorrow of being alive overflowed from the other. Minho didn't push him away, just held the younger in his arms, seeming to defeatedly accept Jisung's refusal. The older's cries continued, agony filling Jisung and he just closed his eyes, trying to ignore them.

But he couldn't do so forever.

His jaw relaxed and his fangs retracted once Minho's whimpering ceased. Tiredly, the younger pulled away, expression somber as he looked down to the older. Icy fingers reached to touch his cheeks, cupping and holding them.

The silence between was overbearing and Minho is aware of such. So he broke it.

"I love you so much, Jisung."

And he cracked.

Jisung cried like he hadn't done in centuries. He cried like a child, choking wetly as the sight of Minho blurred from the thick tears filling his eyes. His fingers dug into this lover's hair, and he couldn't help but hopelessly ask.

Ask what he would do without Minho, how he could go on if the love of his life was gone. Ask why Minho wasn't afraid of the unknown, why he couldn't just stay here, with him, forever like fate had decided for them.

Fate wouldn't have given them eternal life and made them one if they weren't meant to be together forever.

And Minho answered every question, told Jisung that he was strong and found joy in being alive, he always found something new. Minho whispered that the unknown was what he needed and that fate gave them many years but everything had an end.

Forever wasn't natural. Nothing should last forever.

Jisung was now the one shaking his head, not wanting to hear any of that. Every reply came with an ache in his chest.

"You just don't understand. You can't." He whispered shakily after pulling away and sitting up. Minho followed him, reaching for his hand and trying to make the younger look at him. And Jisung did, voice watery as he continued.

"I want to spend the end of times with you. And if you go, you'll take me with you. You'll take what's left of me, love." Whispers faded into nothingness and the younger had to close his eyes to not see the guilt written all over Minho's face. He didn't want to see how much the older was struggling.

He hated seeing anything but happiness in his lover's eyes.

"I love you beyond so much. Beyond the word itself. You're the reason I love being alive, you're the only thing I need to give life meaning, Minho. And I wished, I wished so badly you felt the same. Wished you loved me the same."

It was accusatory and for anyone else it would be such a foul move. Guilt-tripping and manipulative.

But Jisung couldn't help but say the words that held so much truth. Unapologetic painful truth.

And Minho tried to show he understood what he actually didn't.

"Jisung, no. I love you the same. Always did. You're the reason I'm here right now. I would've been long gone if it weren't for you. But.."

Tears slipped from Minho's eyes again. Jisung kissed him to not hear the continuation.

Jisung himself didn't understand the other, he never would. But he knew he didn't want to, couldn't, keep Minho to himself when the older had lived so far beyond his time.

And that hurt tremendously.

He reached to bring Minho into his arms, cradling the older protectively in them. He curled himself around the other and pressed a long kiss into his hair, taking in his scent like he had done so many times, over so many years. Jisung rocked them silently, allowing his feelings to settle into acceptance.

Because the only thing left for him to do was accepting.

"One more night. Be happy with me just this last night, Minho."

The man in his arms blinked, eyes that had been deep red now dark and starry. The surprise was evident and Jisung's heart shattered when he saw the relieved smile grace his lover's lips. A small relieved happy smile.

One Jisung forced himself to mirror before he laid a gentle kiss onto Minho's forehead. The older's skin was cold as ever when Jisung whispered.

"One more night. And at sunrise, I'll set you free."