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“Can whoever’s putting poison in the fridge please stop? I’ve almost died twice now!” Mark lamented as he hastily put the milk carton that he had only just noticed had the word ‘milk’ crossed out and ‘POISON’ written in all caps under it.
“And why are you putting it in milk cartons?”
“Why are you drinking straight out of the milk carton?” Chenle retorted, seemingly popping up out of nowhere. The witch tended to do that a lot. Mark wasn’t convinced he wasn’t teleporting. No matter how many times Chenle told him he couldn’t do that.
It was hard sometimes, being human in a society full of magical creatures, but he’d learned to survive.
At least—he’d made it this far, right?
Just barely, the milk-turned-poison carton seemed to leer at him. Mark slammed the fridge door shut.
“Guys, look at this.” Renjun’s voice came from the other room. Mark and Chenle trailed over to find Renjun hidden behind a giant newspaper.
Mark didn’t even know they still printed those, but a closer look at the moving black and white photos let him know it was a magical newspaper.
Chenle leaned over Renjun’s shoulder to read, “Anotha’ one.” Chenle simply remarked, a snigger passing his lips at his own joke.
Renjun looked over to frown at him disapprovingly. It had thrown Mark for a loop at first, when Renjun announced he was actually 521 years old, but after living with the vampire for months now, it was easy to tell.
Renjun acted like a disproving grandpa most of the time.
“I wouldn’t be so perky about satanic rituals, Lele.”
“Satanic rituals?” Mark squeaked in alarm. Sure, magic was everywhere now a days, but satanic magic—not so much. It being heavily frowned upon by whatever higher officials dictated the magic world.
“They’ve been taking sacrifices.” Renjun summarized, “officials have yet to catch the satanists.”
“Virgin’s beware!” Chenle said in a grave voice, eyebrows wiggling at Mark and Renjun whose frown continued to deepen.
“Chenle!” Renjun chastised.
Chenle cackled, “What? It was a joke! Good thing none of us are virgins, right?” The younger rolled his eyes.
Mark laughed awkwardly, “Yeah—good thing—”
Oh shit, Mark thought, I’m going to be sacrificed.
~
Mark couldn’t stop panicking over it for the rest of the day. He spent the entirety of the day clutching at the enchanted knife Taeyong had given him for his last birthday.
Of course, he couldn’t go wielding a knife in public, so he resorted to clutching in discretely in his satchel.
The knife was supposed to harm anything magical, no matter the species. Taeyong had only entrusted Mark with it because he know how much of a whimp Mark was. It wasn’t like he was going to start slashing around with the knife for fun.
Ha HA magical creatures! Take that! Die, DIE!
Yeah, that was not Mark. Instead, Mark was more like:
Oh no, magical creatures! Please don’t sacrifice my poor, virgin ass! As his stab attempt turned into more of a friendly poke.
“You’re being dramatic.” Johnny said, biting into his sandwich that was more raw beef than anything.
Mark’s face scrunched in distaste as he watched drops of watery blood run down Johnny’s hands.
This is why he never ate lunch with werewolves. Mark always ended up losing his appetite.
Mark pushed away his lunch box of tuna rice balls he had made earlier with a sad sigh.
“You’re surrounded by magical beings all the time, no satanists are going to get to you.” Johnny spoke while chomping. “In fact, I’m pretty sure all your friends are magical creatures. How did that happen?”
“That’s not true! There’s Jungwoo!” Mark protested.
Johnny snorted, “Oh, you mean Kim Jungwoo? The guy whose eyes sometimes go all white, spouts random shit, and can see ghosts?”
Mark’s mouth opened and closed like a fish, “Okay, so maybe he’s tangentially connected to the supernatural world, but technically he’s still a human!”
Johnny shrugged, using a long fingernail to dislodge a fat tendril that had gotten caught between his teeth. Mark swallowed down some bile.
“Remind me never to join you for lunch again.”
Johnny’s grin was borderline sadistic, “Maybe next time you’ll be my lunch, cutie.”
Mark knew Johnny was just teasing him, but it didn’t stop him from beelining out of the cafeteria like the hounds of hell were on his ass.
Well, one hound in particular.
~
“I need to get laid.” Mark blurted out, much to his horror during their study group session.
Jeno blinked up at him in shock. Jaemin gave him a thumbs up.
“Hyung—what?” Jeno asked.
“Don’t get me wrong, I’m not tryna have sex just to have sex, I’m trying to have sex so I can’t be sacrificed for satanic rituals!”
Jaemin opened his mouth, only for Jeno to place his hand over it.
“Again, what?” Jeno asked.
Mark relayed what Renjun had read in the paper that morning.
“And that is why—I need to get laid.”
“Hyung—you’re a virgin??” Jaemin shrieked, causing some of the other tables to look over at them. Mark lowered his head, shielding his face with his hand.
“Dude,” Mark whined, tone betrayed.
“Oh no,” Jeno muttered to himself.
“Are you just as upset about this news as I am?” Jaemin let out a short sigh, arms crossed over his chest. The gumiho had no qualms taking about sex. It was practically his personality at this point.
“Where’s Jaemin?”
“Eh, probably shagging some nymph right now.”
The knowledge that there were still 22-year-old virgins in the world probably boggled Jaemin’s mind.
“It’s not that weird.” Mark snapped, voice lowered so as not to attract any more unwanted attention, “I just haven’t found anyone I like that much to do it with yet.”
Mark simmered on that for a while, before remembering what had brought up this topic in the first place.
“But desperate times call for desperate measures. And I need to be un-vrigined. Fast.”
Jeno stifled a laugh.
Jaemin raised a plotting eyebrow, “I can fix that for you real quick, baby.”
Mark sputtered at the off handed proposition, “What? No! I didn’t mean ‘have sex with me’! I meant, help me solve my problem!”
“I think having sex with me would solve your problem.” Jaemin retorted.
Mark frowned, “I don’t want to have panic sex with a friend.”
“Because that is what you are doing, panicking.” Jeno pointed out.
“Doesn’t the situation call for some panic?” Mark was seconds from pulling his hair out.
“I agree. This is panic time. He’s still a virgin, Jeno.” Jaemin said, eyes wide in genuine concern.
Jeno looked opened mouthed between them before landing back on Mark.
“Look, these satanic rituals certainly aren’t good news, but it’s nothing you have to worry about, hyung.” Jeno said.
“How can you be so sure?” Mark felt like he might as well be a walking target. No doubt those satanists could smell his virgin blood. Mark should start wearing cologne. What kind of cologne do sex addicts wear?
Maybe whatever Jaemin is wearing—
They all dropped the subject for the rest of their study session, but as they were leaving, Jaemin placed a conniving hand on Mark’s shoulder.
“If you ever want to fix that little problem of yours, call me.” The gumiho winked.
Mark blanched as Jeno turned around to sigh at them, “Stop propositioning Mark hyung for sex!”
~
“What constitutes having sex?” Mark pondered aloud when he was back at the apartment for the night. “Like kissing—you do that during sex, right?”
“Hyung, if kissing was considered sex, then I would have lost my virginity at 12.” Chenle said, sitting sideways in their armchair so his legs dangled over the side.
“Besides, shouldn’t you know?” Chenle spared him a glance. Mark decided to focus on the moon chart they had on their wall.
“Oh shit,” Chenle gasped, and Mark knew he had been outted. “You’ve never had sex.”
“He’s never had sex.” Renjun repeated, a lot less shocked than the younger.
“I’ve never had sex!” Mark cried. “I’m going to be sacrificed for satanic rituals!”
“Oh, poor baby,” Chenle cooed, coming over to pat down Mark’s hair.
“Hyung, tell me I’m crazy.” Mark sniffled, looking over to his oldest, wisest friend for reassurance.
Renjun hesitated, which was answer enough.
“I’m going to DIE!” Mark wailed, burying his face in his hands.
“Look, I’m not saying the satanists will get you, but I can’t deny you are more susceptible to being targeted by them, and any satanists really.” Renjun said calmly.
“That’s right, satanists are always looking for virgin blood.” Chenle nodded sagely, still petting. Mark smacked his hand away from his head.
“Not helping.” Mark grit out.
“Why don’t you just ask one of your friends to have sex with you? Then done! Problem solved!”
“I don’t want to have sex with a friend.” Mark grumbled.
“Ooo, a player now, are we?” Chenle giggled.
“No, I just don’t want it to be awkward afterwards.”
“Find someone at a bar.” Renjun suggested, “That’s what I do.”
“But you’re a vampire! You can defend yourself if they turn out to want to kill you.”
Renjun only hummed, “That did happen on one occasion—”
Mark’s eyes widened at the news.
“Maybe three.” Renjun seemed deep in thought. “You know, after 500 years it’s hard to keep track of all the times someone has tried to kill me.” He chuckled with a nonchalant shrug.
Mark strived to be on Renjun’s level of unbothered.
He supposed if he was a vampire, then maybe he could be.
A lightbulb lit above Mark’s head. “Hyung, turn me.”
Renjun actually looked taken aback at that, “What?”
“Turn me! And then I won’t have to worry about this anymore!”
Renjun frowned, “Even if I turned you, which I won’t, you’d still be a virgin, Mark.”
“Damn it.” Mark cursed. He didn’t think that one through.
~
They didn’t talk about Mark’s problem for the rest of the night. It wasn’t until Mark was about to go to bed that there came a large bang on his door.
Mark jolted in surprise at the loud sound. More shuffling noises came, followed by telltale cursing.
Mark sighed, hobbling out of bed to open the door.
“Chenle,” Mark said, watching as the witch struggled to hold a giant book, along with a handful of candles and other witchy paraphernalia in his hands.
“What are you doing?”
“I came up with a solution for your problem.” Chenle grinned, shoving past Mark into his room.
“I thought since you don’t want to have sex with someone you know, but you don’t want to have sex with someone from a bar, you should summon an incubus.”
Mark’s mouth hung open at the witch’s words, because first of all—what?? And second of all—what???
“So I brought this!” Chenle said, not at all phased, “I’ve been learning how to summon demons from Taeyong hyung!”
“Wouldn’t it have been better to just ask Taeyong hyung then?” Mark found himself asking, like that was the real problem with this idea.
“Do you really think Taeyong hyung would approve?” Chenle snorted. Mark wanted to slam his own head into the wall.
That’s exactly the point!
“Don’t give me that look! You’re desperate, and you don’t leave us a lot of options. This can help you.”
“I don’t think we should try to solve my demon problem with more demons.”
“They’re not demons you have a problem with, there satanists,” Chenle said, “There’s a difference.”
“Demons are arguably worse!”
“Now that’s not true, one of my best friends is a demon.” Chenle crossed his arms in defiance.
Mark wrinkled his eyebrows, “Who?”
“Yangyang.”
Mark let out a sad breath of a laugh, “Yangyang’s not a demon, you just think he’s annoying!”
“No, hyung, he actually is a demon.” The witch said, already fixing the candles up in a pentagram around them.
Mark blinked, “Oh shit, really?”
“Well, half. On his father’s side.” Chenle explained, “I think he secretly has goat antlers, or something.”
Mark could only gape.
“So there you have it! Not all demons are bad!”
“But an incubus?” Mark was desperately grasping at straws as to why they should not go through with this.
“What? They’re like Jaemin, but just—more demonic in nature.” Chenle waved a hand, lighting the candles one by one. “You and an incubus both need to have sex to survive, it’s a win-win!”
Mark watched as Chenle finished, the candles flickering red and gold flames.
“Please step out of the pentagram.” Chenle instructed, fumbling to flip to a page in his giant ass book.
Mark hastily stepped out of the pentagram.
Chenle didn’t let Mark protest further. He started spurting Latin words Mark wasn’t going to try to make sense of. There was an up pick up of wind in his room, even though his window was closed, and the candles started flickering faster, before they all went out the second Chenle’s chant hit its peak.
They were doused in darkness for a couple seconds. (Mark definitely did not shriek and hold onto Chenle.) And then the candles flickered back on one by one to show—
Nothing.
There was nothing in the pentagram, or Mark’s room, that shouldn’t be there.
“Damn.” Chenle frowned, “It didn’t work.”
Mark wasn’t sure if he should be relieved or—disappointed. Though summoning a demon still seemed like a bad idea, Chenle did have a point. This definitely would have solved his virgin problem.
You know, assuming he didn’t die by the incubus’ hands right afterwards.
“It’s okay, hyung, I’ll just try again!”
“No thanks! That’s enough of that.” Mark said, already steering Chenle out of his room.
“Wait! Hyung—”
“Goodnight, Chenle.” Mark said, quickly shutting the door on the witch. Mark let out a long sigh.
“My stuff—” came Chenle’s muffled voice.
Eh, his witchy ingredients could wait until tomorrow.
~
Mark woke up feeling warmer than usual, which was nice given that winter mornings were cold as fuck.
Mark cuddled further into the warmth, a pleased sigh escaping his lips.
“You’re a cutie, aren’t you?” Came a voice.
Mark thought he was still sleeping, so he snorted in response, too tired to give anything more definitive.
It wasn’t until a hand came to rest atop his cheek that his nose twitched, and he realized no, he wasn’t still dreaming.
Mark pried his crusty eyes open to look into a face he had never seen before. Round, honey eyes looked back at him, a small smile curling on lips before his eyes flashed black, and Mark scrambled into action.
“AH!” Mark cried when he tangled himself in the sheets and went toppling backwards off the side of his bed.
He groaned on the floor, his head having hit the ground rather harshly. When he opened his eyes again, that same round face was looking down at him over the side, black eyes back to honey.
“Are you alright?” The boy asked, but his smile was devious, it set Mark on edge.
“W-who are you?”
“Haechan.” The boy replied, resting his chin in a propped-up hand. “Sorry I took so long. I didn’t want to be here.”
Mark blinked up at him confusedly.
“Though seeing what a cute and utterly hopeless human you are, I can’t say I’m that upset.”
Mark was going to look past that strange compliment/insult combo to ask the more pertinent questions.
“W-why are you here?”
“Honey, I’ve been asking myself the same question for years.” Haechan sighed, before rolling gracefully off the bed to his feet. Not at all like Mark’s tuck and stumble had been.
He reached out a hand to help Mark up, who took it on reflex. The moment he got himself upright though, Haechan yanked him in closer.
“I’m here because you summoned me, silly. I’m guessing you were feeling a bit—lonely last night?”
Mark’s cheeks felt hot, he could feel Haechan’s breath fan across his skin, and that only made his face feel hotter.
“Oh god, you’re an incubus, it did work.” Mark choked out.
“Though I have to say, I’m surprised a human such as yourself was able to summon me, I’m usually harder to track down then that.”
“It wasn’t me, technically. It was my friend. A witch.”
“Ah,” Haechan hummed, letting Mark go, who stumbled in his haste to create distance between them.
Mark gulped, is this really going to happen?
“Well, no matter. So, how would you like to do this? Are you a top or bottom?” Haechan started slinking back onto his bed. He shot Mark a sultry look, “I can go either way.”
Mark blanched when Haechan slowly made to take off his shirt like the beginning of a strip tease.
“W-wait! Hold up!”
Haechan stopped, arms crossed over his face as his shirt was pulled up halfway.
“I am holding.” He said through the fabric of his shirt.
Mark scrambled to find words to say, “I didn’t—I don’t actually—will you put your shirt down!?”
Haechan let his shirt fall down with a sigh, “I am getting mixed signals here.”
“My friend summoned you, but I didn’t really want to.” Mark said finally. Haechan frowned at him.
“You don’t want to have sex with me?”
The tension in the room grew awkward.
“Err—no?”
Haechan looked offended.
“It’s not you!” Mark was quick to say, “It’s me, I’m—kind of a virgin.”
Haechan’s eyes almost bugged out of his head. He was reminded all too much of Jaemin’s reaction in the library.
“A virgin?” Haechan choked. “In this economy?” Then he started to laugh. A loud, obnoxious thing. He was laughing so hard he stared crying black tears.
Mark was half annoyed, half horrified (why were his tears black??).
“Okay, okay, look Mark the virgin,”
Mark did not appreciate the mocking title.
“This has been fun and all, but I’m not here for prank summons. My time is much more valuable than that.”
“It wasn’t a prank—” Mark started, but Haechan was already ripping open his door and walking out. Mark quick to follow.
“Mark, who—?” Renjun started.
“Haechan, incubus.” Haechan said in greeting, not even slowing his stride as he walked to their front door.
“Hey! It worked?” Chenle popped up in front of them, an excited grin on his face. “So, did you do it? Are you un-virginized now, hyung?”
Haechan had only stopped because Chenle was blocking his path. He had a half-amused smirk on his face as he took in the eager witch.
“You must be the one who summoned me.”
“Yeah! That was me! First time and everything.” Chenle was far too proud about this. Mark supposes that’s what he gets for living with a witch.
“Not bad, squirt.” Haechan reached out to pat Chenle’s head like he would a cats. “Too bad your boy is a prude.” With that Haechan slipped around Chenle and waggled his fingers at them in goodbye before slipping out their door.
Chenle watched the door slam closed, before he turned to Mark, disappointed.
“You said no?”
“I panicked! He started to undress! And, might I remind you again, he’s a demon!”
“Oh god,” Chenle said, shaking his head in his hands “You’re going to die a virgin.”
“Leave him alone, Chenle.” Renjun said, coming to join them in the hallway. “Mark will find someone. All in due time.”
Sure, Mark tried to smile back at Renjun, If the satanists don’t kill me first.
~
It was a casual Wednesday evening when it happened.
Mark had been strolling back home after classes that day, headphones popped in his ears, head bopping along.
That was probably his first mistake, in retrospect. Never walk alone with both earbuds in.
Mark had been grabbed from behind, and a before he could even scream, he’d been knocked unconscious.
Mark didn’t know how long he’d been out, but when he suddenly jolted awake, he found himself in a brightly lit hallway.
He tried to move, only to find his hands and feet had been bound.
“What the hell?” Mark cursed, trying to look for clues about where he might be. There was a fake potted plant sitting in the corner, next to a set of heavy looking, wooden, double doors.
Next to him was a row of white plastic Ikea chairs, the same as he was seated on.
It looked like he was in a waiting room of sorts.
But waiting for what?
Mark was about to just get up and hop on out of there (no one had tied him to the seat), when one of the double doors opened and a person in a black cloak that very much did not fit the bright atmosphere stood looming.
“Oh, you’re awake,” The man said, “Well, it’s no difference to us.”
“Umm who are you?” Mark asked when the man didn’t make any move to introduce himself, “What’s going on?”
“You’ve been chosen.” The man said blatantly.
“Chosen?” Mark had to prompt when the man did not elaborate further. “Chosen for what?”
Mark’s skin crawled, being ‘chosen’ did not sound like a good thing. Especially coming from a man dressed like a grim reaper.
“Wait wait wait, hold up—” Mark was hazily trying to fit the pieces together.
“You’re not going to… kill me—are you?”
“Don’t think of it as being killed,” The man said, finally coming over to Mark. Mark pressed back into the chair. “Think of it as a blessing! You are serving the greater purpose.”
“The greater purpose of what?!” Mark struggled when the man reached out to grab him, easily lifting him up over his shoulder like a human-shaped backpack. “Excuse me!” Mark struggled.
“You’re excused.” The man said with a pat on his butt. Mark yelped.
“Let me go!”
“Sorry, no can do. We were running low on virgins, so we’re kind of desperate.”
Alarm bells were screeching in Mark’s head. Oh god, oh god. This was exactly what he’d been afraid of. He was about to be sacrificed by satanists, because he was a VIRGIN!!!!
Damn it all, I should have slept with Jaemin!
Mark cursed himself, mind supplying a convenient montage of all the times he could have gotten laid, but said no to.
The room the man brought him into looked much like a conference room, except the long table had been carelessly shoved towards the far wall, and a pentagram had been drawn on the carpeted ground.
There were others dressed in similar black cloaks. The florescent lighting was not doing them any favors. In fact, it made them look even more unnerving.
“Wait, hold on, let’s talk about this!” Mark begged when the man dropped him off in the middle of the pentagram.
“There’s not much to talk about.” The man said in the midst of his cult members chanting. He then continued to pull out a wicked (yet rather dull) knife from his pocket.
Mark yelled, “No! Wait! Please—”
He squeezed his eyes shut as the man came closer. But instead of meeting his demise, throat slashed, knife to the heart, or anything of that sort, the man had reached down to take his bound hands and poked a single finger.
Mark peeked an eye open. Droplets of blood dripped down onto the center of the pentagram.
“A little appetizer, if you will.” The man explained before letting Mark’s hand drop. “Plus, we’ll get in trouble if they find more blood stains on the carpet.”
The conference room lights were starting to flicker. If he’d learned anything from living with a witch, that was never a good sign.
The chanting reached it’s peak, and Mark hastily prayed to any deity out there.
I know I haven’t been the greatest person in the world, but hey, I didn’t have sex before marriage, right? That’s gotta count for something, doesn’t it?? Don’t they preach about that in church? Please spare me, just this once—
He closed his eyes as the temperature of the room dropped, not wanting to see whatever demonic force they’d summon that would inevitably kill him.
The cult members went eerily silent, and Mark flinched at the new presence he felt in front of him. A few tears slipped out of his eyes purely from fright.
He been afraid this would happen. He knew this would happen! If only he’d just sucked it up and had sex—
“Mark, finally change your mind?” A familiar, sultry voice came.
Mark’s eyes opened, confused, only to see—
“Haechan?”
The demon finally seemed to realize they had an audience. He blinked at the cultists surrounding them.
“What are you doing here?” Mark asked.
“I was summoned, your blood—” Haechan drifted off, waving a finger at the cultists, who were staring at Haechan in a mix of awe and confusion (probably as to why he hadn’t killed Mark yet).
“Who are they?” Haechan asked, before a bright spark lit behind his eyes, “Oh, did you want an audience this time? I didn’t think you were into that.” The incubus giggled, he made his way over to Mark, eyeing his bound hands and legs.
“Oh, really wanting to spice things up this time, eh?”
“Haechan,” Mark didn’t know if he wanted to smack the demon or bow down at his feet for saving him, “This isn’t—I didn’t summon you here, they did.” Mark meaningfully eyed the cultists surrounding them, and then the pentagram they were standing on, hoping Haechan would get the picture.
Haechan only pouted, “So you still don’t want to fuck?”
Mark let out a noise of frustration, the cultists had started murmuring amongst themselves.
“Um, Mr. Demon, sir?” the man from earlier spoke up, Haechan turned his head to look at him.
The man gulped, “Yes, hi, do you—know—him?”
“Do you?” Haechan fired back.
The cultist looked entirely caught off guard.
“Haechan, for crying out loud, they were trying to sacrifice me!” Mark blurted out. “Now get me the hell out of here!”
The gears finally seemed to start working in the demon’s brain.
“Oh, you’re a sacrifice.” Haechan straightened, and then burst out laughing. Mark balked at him, so did the cultists.
“Oh man—that’s hilarious,” Haechan guffawed, wiping a tear off his cheek, “You’re being sacrificed, because you’re still a virgin!”
Mark’s patience started to drop the longer the demon kept laughing.
“Ha ha yes, it’s hilarious, I’ve failed at getting laid, now—can you get me out of here?” Mark wiggled in his bounds to emphasize his current predicament. It was lucky the cultists still saw Haechan as some dark, dangerous, demon from hell, or they probably would have taken matters into their own hands by now.
“Hmmm I don’t know,” Haechan said, sobering up, “I mean, they did go through all this trouble to sacrifice you, to me,”
Mark gulped, pulling back as Haechan leaned down towards him, lifting his chin with a single curled nail.
The cultists were getting excited again.
Little did they know what they had summoned from hell was no more than a sex demon.
“Serving you up to me on a silver platter,” Haechan crooned. “It’s too tempting an offer to pass up, Markie.”
Mark watched the amusement play in Haechan’s eyes.
“But alas, your exhibition kink will have to wait. There’s too many prying eyes here. Let’s take you somewhere a little more private, shall we?”
Haechan leaned down to haul Mark up to his feet. Mark almost tipped over at the sudden movement. Haechan’s eyes turned dark as he stared at the cultists.
“Don’t you dare touch him ever again. He’s mine.”
And with that, they disappeared from the satanic conference room in a poof.
~
“H-Haechan, wait—” Mark yelped as he found himself falling onto a bed, his bed, only for Haechan to start stripping.
“While I appreciate you saving me, it wasn’t really an invitation to have se—”
Haechan shushed him with a finger, “You talk too much.” The demon pulled off his shirt revealing miles of honey colored skin. Mark’s throat went dry at the sight.
Haechan smirked, “Like what you see?”
“Don’t flatter yourself,” Mark grumbled, looking away.
“Ok, then let’s flatter you instead.” Haechan didn’t waste a second before ripping down Mark’s shirt with a sharp nail. Mark yelled as his shirt was ripped right off of him.
“HEY!”
“I wasn’t about to waste time taking those bounds off of you,” Haechan said, hands roaming down Mark’s toned body. (What, he did like to work out, sometimes—mostly when Johnny or Jaehyun dragged him kicking and screaming along with them to the gym. Damn werewolves and their boundless amounts of energy).
“Not when I would just put them right back on.” Haechan’s hands slipped up his bare arms towards where they were still bound together, pressing them further into the mattress.
“I quite like you like this. Those cultists do know how to dress you up. Even if they clearly can’t dress themselves,” Haechan’s words trailed off as he leaned down to suck bruises across Mark’s chest.
Mark cried out at the feeling. Every sensation new to him.
“H-Haechan, wait—!”
“I’ve had enough waiting.” Haechan growled, nosing his way down to the hem of Mark’s pants, and promptly pulling them down. “Patience isn’t an incubus’ strong suit, you know.”
Mark’s back arched in a surprise when Haechan mouthed down his cock.
“Hmm, you’re pretty big.” Haechan mumbled into salty skin, “Too bad it won’t be of much use today.”
“W-what do you m-mean?” Mark stammered as Haechan’s tongue joined the mix of sensations. Mark couldn’t keep his eyes open, fluttering closed at the pleasurable feeling.
“Mark, Mark,” Haechan chuckled into his cock, “You’re far too much a bottom to fuck me.”
“H-Hey! I could top.”
Haechan giggled, slipping Mark’s entire cock into his mouth easily, making Mark cry out at the warm, wetness suddenly surrounding him.
Then Haechan started to suck, and it took Mark all he had not to scream, body twisting to escape the torturous pleasure.
“W-wait, please—"
“See?” Haechan gurgled around his length, “Bottom.”
Mark wanted to protest further, but he couldn’t really think straight when Haechan was using his tongue like that.
“Jesus, fuck,”
“Erm, do you mind not mentioning his name here? It’s kind of a mood killer.” The demon frowned, using his hand to pump Mark as he was talking.
“Right, s-sorry,”
Haechan smirked, “Spread your legs.”
Mark must have hesitated for a little too long, because Haechan took matters into his own hands—literally.
“H-hey!” Mark squeaked when the demon spread his legs as obscenely wide as they would go (which was honestly quite far, Mark was a bit of a dancer, after all).
Haechan hummed appreciatively, hands sliding up his bare legs, long nails (borderline claws, really) lightly grazing his skin, making pinpricks form in his wake.
Haechan groaned, “I’m so hungry,”
Mark gulped, he didn’t know if he was scared or turned on by being seen as a tasty dish. His cock gave a little twitch anyways when Haechan breathed hot and heavy near his neck. Mark could hear the demon take a deep sniff.
“You smell even better when you’re aroused.” Haechan released his tongue like a hound of hell intent on licking Mark into submission.
Not like Mark was going to be going anywhere anyways, whether he wanted to or not.
Mark tipped his head back on reflex, giving Haechan much more access to his neck. Suddenly the thought that Haechan might just bite him entered Mark’s mind. Mark let out a groan, is this really the kink you’re going to dig your grave on? Being bitten like a common blood bag?
“H-Haechan,” Mark breathed out when Haechan spent an intensive amount of time at one spot on his neck. It was making Mark feel things.
What feeling? He didn’t know, he was a virgin after all. All these feelings were concerningly new. He didn’t know if he wanted Haechan to slow down or hurry up.
Haechan’s body was draped over his, not one ounce of shame as his bare skin rubbed into Mark’s, hard cock against—
“What the hell is that??” Mark exclaimed upon sight of the demon’s—nether regions.
Haechan huffed, “You humans are so easily frightened. It’s my dick, Mark.”
“That is—not a dick.” Mark couldn’t look away from it, like a train wreck, or an alien he might have stumbled across in the woods. Giant and curved, almost like a tentacle but not quite. In fact, it might have even been purple—
“What, don’t like it? I could change it for you, incubus kind of have that advantage,” Haechan purred sitting back on Mark’s thighs. Before Mark’s eyes, Haechan’s not-dick turned into a vagina (at least, based on Mark’s porn research, it did look to be a vagina).
Mark gaped at the demon (well, more like he gaped at the demon’s sudden pussy, but that was neither here nor there).
“What the fuck—” Mark breathed.
“But this wouldn’t really help us out with our current predicament, now would it?” Haechan slid back up Mark’s body, vagina still very much there, except now he was rubbing it over Mark’s leaking cock.
“Well, maybe it will help us out a little.” Haechan ground down harder. Mark felt his sensitive cock being pressed by warm velvet and it was a feeling indeed. Mark moaned out loud.
“We should definitely try this next time,” Haechan said, sounding slightly more breathless than before. “But now, I want to fuck your tight virgin ass. It’s the least you could do, hmm?”
“N-next time?” Mark’s world tipped upside down as Haechan easily tossed him over in bed. The demon pushed his legs further under him so that his ass was on display.
“Your ass is exquisite.” Haechan fondled it appreciatively.
This was new, Mark might like this feeling the most. Though he felt exposed and vulnerable, a rush of thrill shot up his spine as Haechan pulled his cheeks apart to expose his puckered hole to the air.
“Cute,” Haechan poked at his hole, “I love virgins.”
Mark flinched as a wet glob landed on his hole, body jerking forward, but Haechan pulled him right back into position, and right onto a single finger.
“Ah!” Mark cried, eyes squeezed shut at the foreign feeling, only to find closed eyes amplified the feeling even more.
His eyes flew open, “Haechan,” he whined, not sure what he wanted. It didn’t hurt, per se, but it felt weird.
“Hush, be a little patient.” Haechan’s breath fanned against his ear, suddenly a lot closer than Mark had thought.
Mark hung his head, bound hands straining to prop him up in his position.
“You’re a good little virgin, aren’t you?” Haechan cooed. Mark’s body seized up at the feeling of another finger rubbing against his rim, imminent penetration.
“No no, none of that.” Haechan spanked his ass. Mark jerked with a gasp, hole fluttering open enough for Haechan to push his second finger in.
A second finger soon became three, and then four, moving in Mark at a speed he could barely comprehend. His arms had already given out under him, his face smushed up against his sheets.
“Oh god, oh god,” Mark kept moaning.
Haechan spanked him again, this time much rougher, “What did I say about saying his name??” Haechan growled. He moved a hand to the nape of Mark’s neck, squeezing warningly.
“Call my name instead.”
“H-Haechan—” Mark was embarrassed to find his voice came out high and whiny.
Haechan pulled his fingers out all at once, spitting into Mark’s hole once more before something soft and hard tapped at Mark’s entrance.
Mark squealed, moving his hips up and away from Haechan’s, but the demon wouldn’t let him escape.
“We’ve come this far, can’t back out now.” Haechan had a harsh grip on his waist keeping him in place as he directed his dick, pressing persistently into Mark’s tight, virgin ass.
“H-hold on, t—too big,” Mark protested, biting down on his sheets when Haechan bottomed out.
“One more thing,” Haechan said, voice lower and softer than before, “Call me by my real name, Donghyuck.”
Mark’s mind was still swirling at the impossible feeling of being so full. Half his mind was stressing, “oh god, his not-dick is inside me?!?” while the other half was just moaning unabashedly at the strong sensations, his nerves lighting up all over his body.
“Donghyuck?” He managed to repeat, confused, but then the demon thrust roughly into him with a groan.
Mark yelled loudly, bound hands grappling to hold on.
“Donghyuck—” Maybe it was because it was the last thing he’d said, but it was all Mark’s frazzled mind could come up with. So he kept saying it, over and over again.
Mark’s moans of the demon’s name filled the room, along with the loud squelching slaps every time Donghyuck rammed his demon dick into Mark’s tight ass.
“Fuck,” Donghyuck grunted, “You’re the best meal I’ve had in a long time.”
Mark yelped in surprise when Donghyuck turned him over once again so they were face to face. The demon’s face was dripping with sweat, but it only made him look hotter.
Mark was momentarily stunned at the deep, lustful look that Donghyuck leveled at him. Then the demon thrust into him again, slow but hard. It pressed up against that spot Mark was starting to really fucking love.
“J—” Mark bit the word off into a whine, eyes closing at the mind-numbing pleasure. He supposed incubus’ really knew what they were doing.
“You’re the prettiest meal I’ve had in a while too.” A slow smile spread along the demon’s face. Mark was even more embarrassed to find it was a lot softer than he’d been expecting. Almost—fond.
Mark brought his bound hands up to cover his face, “S-stop staring at me.”
“Why?” Donghyuck thrust in deep, making Mark keen, “How could I look at anything else but you?”
Mark swallowed, his heart starting to pound louder in his ears.
Donghyuck pulled out slowly, the slowest yet, and Mark shuddered. He was able to feel every inch of the demon’s dick pulling out of him, his walls clinging to the demon like he didn’t want him to leave.
Donghyuck thrust in hard, and Mark’s scream was swallowed by a sudden kiss.
He overcame the surprise of being kissed fairly quickly. At least this was something he had done before. He let Donghyuck kiss him silly.
Donghyuck’s hand slipped between them to start jerking Mark off.
Mark moaned out into the demon’s mouth, Donghyuck took the opportunity to lick inside his mouth like Mark was the last bit of ice cream at the bottom of an ice cream cone.
“Won’t you cum for me?” Donghyuck asked, pulling away so he could properly thrust into Mark once more. His hand never stopping in its quest of milking Mark to completion.
“Y-yeah, yes,” Mark nodded as best be could, which only spurred the incubus on.
Mark cried out, tears starting to stream down his face. He was so close, this was nothing like he’d ever felt before, jerking himself off under the covers.
“D-Donghyuck,” was all Mark said to warn him as he burst all over his chest and Donghyuck’s hands.
Donghyuck didn’t stop, if anything, it seemed to spur him on more.
“W-wait, stop—” Mark wheezed, bound hands trying to pry Donghyuck’s hand away from his cock, but the demon wasn’t budging.
“You’re a whole five course meal,” The demon groaned, licking Mark’s cum off his hand before he gave his last final harsh thrusts, and came long and hard into Mark’s ass.
Mark had his eyes squeezed tight, he could feel the demon’s cum filling him up, warm, a lot of it. He gulped, his whole body spasming at the sensation.
“Nice and full,” Donghyuck said, sounding out of breath but satisfied as he patted Mark’s tummy. “Can’t say you’re a virgin anymore, can we?”
Mark didn’t even know what to say. He felt like his soul had left this body. Donghyuck could have been a grim reaper for all he knew, and now all that’s left was to take his soul to Hell.
Well, if it means more times like this, maybe it wouldn’t be the worst thing.
The next thing Mark knew, he was lying in bed, with Donghyuck lying beside him. He felt rather drained of energy, but he wasn’t sure if that was because he’d had sex with an incubus, or because he’d had sex with an incubus.
Mark swallowed, hoping his voice wouldn’t fail him now.
“Don’t you like—leave when you’re done?”
Donghyuck looked over at him and huffed, “Why, are you trying to get rid of me already?”
“N-no…” Mark said, not sure if that was the smartest thing to tell an incubus, but, well, Mark didn’t have a horrible first time. Not at all.
“Thanks for saving me.” Mark said in a small voice, too embarrassed to meet Donghyuck’s eye.
“I did save you, didn’t I? I’m pretty great like that.” Donghyuck preened, Mark turned to scowl at him, making the demon laugh.
“I didn’t do much,” The demon said seemingly disinterested, “I just did what I was summoned for. They did sacrifice you to me, after all.”
Mark could feel Donghyuck’s gaze boring into him. He shifted awkwardly on his sheets, suddenly all too aware that he was still naked.
“And what a fine sacrifice indeed.”
“Did you—are you really licking your lips at me? Do you really see me as food?”
“I feel much better after that, thanks for the meal.” The incubus cackled.
Mark rolled himself off the bed and wasn’t prepared for his legs to give out under him. He popped back up, eyes glaring at Donghyuck over the mattress as he shuffled around to put his boxers back on.
“Hyung?” A muffled voice came from the other side of his door. “Hyung? Are you alright? What’s with all the noise?”
Chenle—Mark sucked in a sharp breath, eyes going wide. Had his roommates been here the whole time? Had they heard the whole thing?
Another muffled voice joined Chenle’s outside his door, “He finally had sex for the first time, give him a break.” Renjun’s voice came.
Mark turned red, Renjun was a vampire, which meant he’d probably heard everything.
“Oh, god.” Mark hid his face into his hands, squirming around on the floor in his distress. When he looked back up, Donghyuck was peering over the mattress at him, chin rested on his hands, a smirk on his face.
“You’re cute, Markie. Let’s do this again.”
“H-Huh?” Mark said dumbly as the demon sauntered up off the bed and collected his things gracefully.
“This,” Donghyuck said vaguely, “I think it will be beneficial for both of us.”
“Hey, hold on—” Mark scrambled to get his thoughts together, and his legs to work in holding him up. “You really—want to do this again?”
Donghyuck’s hair poofed after he pulled his shirt over his head. “Why, is that so hard to believe?”
“I—I mean, I just—”
“All tongue tied in my presence,” Donghyuck cooed, “Keep that energy for next time, babe.”
Babe?!? Mark just stared at the demon in shock.
“I rather like you, Markie. After all—I don’t just tell any human my real name.” Donghyuck winked at Mark, “Until next time, cutie.”
Mark was still standing numbly, staring at the empty spot the demon once was.
“What the fuck—what the fuck?” Mark pulled at his hair. What just happened?
Well, he’d finally lost his virginity, you know, after being kidnapped by a cult and sacrificed.
It had been a rough 3 hours.
Mark pulled some clothes on and stumbled out of his room.
Chenle and Renjun were waiting for him on the couch. Chenle sat with barely contained energy. The minute Mark made to open his mouth, Chenle burst up and screamed, “CONGRATS ON BEING DE-VIRGINED!”
Mark laughed awkwardly, he looked over to find Renjun staring at him with an expression he couldn’t decipher. (Though he usually couldn’t decipher the vampire’s expressions. Dude was a closed book compared to Chenle’s Shakespearean play.)
“Who was the lucky guy? Are the still here?” Chenle peeked around Mark towards his room eagerly.
“He—left.” Mark said.
“Left? I didn’t see him leave…” Chenle stared at him curiously. “Who was it?”
“Erm…” Mark looked over at Renjun, because surely the vampire knew if he’d been here the whole time, but Renjun only shrugged.
“It’s not my story.”
So Mark explained what had happened to him that day.
They both seemed upset about the fact that Mark had gotten himself kidnapped by a cult.
“But it’s ok! Because Dong—err Haechan was there, and he—yeah, you know.”
“Dude,” Chenle said, standing up to go over and hug Mark. “I’m sorry you were sacrificed.”
Mark had to laugh, “Sure, that’s a normal thing to offer condolences for.”
“Taeyong will be furious when he finds out,” Chenle said. “Didn’t he gift you that knife on your last birthday?”
“Turns out a knife is pretty useless when you’re knocked unconscious and tied up.” Mark shrugged, “Who knew?”
~
Word about Mark’s incident spread quickly through his friend group.
“I can’t believe you had sex with an incubus as your first time.” Jeno shook his head. “That’s wild, hyung.”
“Well, it was either that, or Jaemin.” Mark said, jerking a thumb at the gumiho who gave them a stunningly unnerving smile and a little finger wave.
“Really, an incubus? Haven’t I taught you anything?” Taeyong tsked at Mark. He hadn’t stopped fretting over him the second he heard Mark had been kidnapped by a cult and kind-of-but-not-really sacrificed to a demon.
“It wasn’t his idea,” Renjun said, sipping on some blood. He was always in better spirits when he had some blood in him. “Chenle was the one to summon it.”
“Hey!” Chenle hissed, looking wide eyed over at where Taeyong was already staring him down murderously. Renjun had a small smile on his lips as he drank his blood.
“He’s not an it,” Mark defended Donghyuck under his breath. He wasn’t sure exactly what him and Donghyuck were or weren’t, but Donghyuck had saved him after all, he at least deserved to not be referred to as ‘it.’
“Yeah, man, be nice to his demon boyfriend.” Johnny told Renjun.
Renjun leveled him with a stare over the rim of his cup. Renjun must have said something because Jeno, who had been sitting next to him, let out a loud, nervous laugh and moved the slightest bit away.
“He’s not my boyfriend,” Mark thought important to correct, “He’s just—”
"So tell us, how was an incubus in bed?”
“Johnny!” Taeyong chastised.
“What? He's an incubus, it must have been wild.” Johnny chuckled.
“Do they actually self-lubricate? I heard that they do.” Jaemin asked. Mark left like his face was on fire. He wanted little more than getting himself out of this situation.
“Yeah, yeah, it must have been a smooth first ride, if you know what I mean.” Johnny elbowed Mark teasingly. Taeyong slapped the back of Johnny's head.
“Erm—actually—”
“Wait, wait, don’t tell me—” Jaemin said, he was watching Mark very closely, like if he stared hard enough he could—“Oh my god, you’re the one who got fucked!”
Mark balked at the statement. A true statement, but an embarrassing one, nonetheless. Curse Jaemin and his sex 6th sense!
“Yoooo Mark Lee!” A the two of them started whooping and teasing him and Mark dropped his head down hard on the table. This really wasn’t worth it.
“I’m leaving!” Mark announced, standing up abruptly and making a beeline for the door.
“Wait!”
“Come back!”
“Stop harassing the poor boy!”
“Markie, don’t be like that, we were just teasing!”
“I can’t take you guys anywhere!”
Mark let the voices fade behind him as he walked away.
He’d just made it past a park bench when a flickering streetlight caught his eye. He stopped, looking up to spot a familiar figure sitting languidly on the park bench.
“Donghyuck—” Mark said, eyes wide in surprise.
“Hey there, cutie.” Donghyuck grinned, “It’s been a while.”
“Hyuck, it’s been like a week.”
Donghyuck let out a dramatic gasp, pointing at Mark meaningfully. Mark reeled back at the sudden outburst.
“You used a nickname on me.”
“What? No I didn’t.”
“Yes you did. Hyuck,” Donghyuck’s grin widened, “I do like the sound of that.” He stood up, making his way closer to Mark who found himself stuck in his spot, transfixed on Donghyuck’s as he got closer.
“It’s much better than that god you keep calling out to in bed.”
Mark made to protest, but Donghyuck covered his mouth with a hand.
“Tonight, we feast.” Donghyuck declared, tongue darting out to wet his lips as he stared at Mark hungrily. “Tomorrow,” his hand snuck down to grab Mark’s, “I’m thinking a date?”
“A date?” Mark echoed.
“I’m not too demonic to wine and dine you, yes?”
“I don’t know, you seem pretty demonic to me.” Mark said, eyeing Hyuck wearily. Donghyuck grinned wide.
“Especially when you do that. Wait—do you actually have razor sharp teeth?” Mark made to get a closer look at the pointers he was pretty certain he’d saw—but Donghyuck surged forward with a kiss instead.
“What do you say, you want to find out?”