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There comes a point in every vampire’s life when you just have to try a feeding den. Even more so in modern life, when vampires are well known and very much feared and disliked. It was true that some vampires were pretty, handsome, or charismatic enough just to get random hookups and feed on them. 

It was a little frowned upon, but humans got so high off the bite that most of them didn’t care after the fact, even asking for seconds. 

Well, Jisung was pretty, handsome and charismatic. But even before becoming a vampire, he hadn’t liked hooking up. 

What was worse, he had never really been good at ‘hunting’. He had been drinking off bloodbags for the entire year and a half he had been a vampire because his maker was discovered soon after making him as a ‘crazy old shag’ or whatever and he was well… exterminated. 

So Jisung had been left alone, a second-year college student with an insatiable thirst and an introversion so bad he hadn’t even asked his few friends if he could drink off them, instead stacking his fridge with AB+ blood. He wasn’t even sure if that one was his favorite! He was too scared to ask for any other kind when the woman at the front desk of the blood store, all goth-dressed and intimidating, suggested that the first time. 

He wasn’t about to tell her he had been a vampire for a week, and the next time he came around, she said ‘the usual?’, as if Jisung had been a customer for years, so he said ‘yes’, and well, AB+ wasn’t that bad.

But Hyunjin had been teasing him for months, telling him about the feeding den close to the school.

“They have great prices and I heard the guys are pretty!” Hyunjin said as he kept trying to get a perilla leaf with his chopsticks.

“Why do you know that?”

“I’m just informed,” Hyunjin answered, finally picking one and instantly offering it to Felix, who blushed and proceeded to eat that and the meat like he was a caveman. “And well…”

“What?”

“It’s kinda silly to have a vampire friend that has never bitten anyone,” Jeongin said, sitting down next to Hyunjin. Hyunjin lost track of the conversation for a moment, ruffling Jeongin’s hair first before he went back to looking at Jisung like he was a sad mouse stuck to gum in the middle of a road.

“Sungie, you have to bite someone. Try real blood.”

“The blood I drink is real!”

“Come on, it’s cold and everything. You look miserable. I heard that drinking straight from the source gives seventy per cent more vitamins!”

“Who the hell told you that?” Jisung asked. 

“I spend a lot of time scrolling during math lectures.”

“Why did you even pick maths?” Felix asked, distracted from the food only for an instant. 

“I didn’t want to!”

Jisung’s little big problem was forgotten in favor of how Hyunjin had fucked up so badly during that year’s registration that he had ended with half a semester in sciences instead of arts.

But after the third flyer slipped into his backpack, he decided checking the place out wouldn’t be that traumatic of an event. It couldn’t be worse than dying, right?

Well. 

That Friday night, there he was, right in front of the building, it looked like any other bar around, but a little more… vampir-y, to a comical extent. Jisung wasn’t sure if the place was catering to his new spices or if it was poking fun at them. 

It had a big neon sign at the front, a big pair of lips with a bigger pair of fangs, it even seemed to open and close, a drop of blood falling from between them. The façade was black and inside, there was a double door, the second one covered by dark red velvet curtains. 

It looked like a scam somehow. The only thing keeping him there, staring at the sign instead of making him turn around immediately was that the den was close to the campus, but far away enough for the people he saw around not to be people he knew, not that there weren’t that many vampires in the campus to begin with, so if anyone saw him walking himself into a cash-grabbing trap or a weird fetish-club, at least it wouldn’t be anyone he knew. 

A woman came in and Jisung saw it as his only opportunity to do the same, slipping behind her close enough that he didn’t even have to open the door himself. 

The woman was tall and wearing high heels that made her tower over Jisung in a way that made him question his bad luck with genetics.

He followed her inside the curtained door, too. 

He wasn’t sure about what he thought he would find. Maybe he was used to the old stories of depravity associated with vampires, so finding a front desk with a man with glasses chewing gum, both feet up on the desk, was a little disappointing. 

The desk worker looked at the woman and immediately got to a more acceptable position. 

Jisung tried to get closer to listen to the conversation so he could, at least, pretend to know what the hell he was doing there. 

But the man seemed to know the woman very well, and all he asked was how many hours she wanted and if he wanted Jongho again.

So when Jisung’s turn arrived, and the man turned back to his previous demeanor, chewing gum and looking uninterested, he was a little bit lost. 

“Will come back later,” Jisung whispered, turning around. 

“First time?” the man said, putting down his phone and taking a look at Jisung. “Yeah.”

“Yeah?”

“It is your first time at a feeding den, right?” Jisung nodded. “Alright. Let’s go for… two hours today, okay?”

“Okay?”

The man rolled his eyes.

“What kind of blood do you like?”

“Hm… AB positive?”

“Interesting,” the man lowered his glasses. “Are you sure?”

“Yeah?” 

“Yeah. Do you have a gender preference?”

“I- for blood? Isn’t it the same?”

The man rolled his eyes and checked something on the list hidden in the second level of the front desk.

“Name?”

“Jisung.”

“Surname.”

“Han.”

“Alright, Han Jisung. I’m Minho, you don’t have to call me in any case. I can show you around.”

Jisung nodded, not even daring to ask how much it all was going to cost him. He was just too taken aback by the ‘Minho’ guy, moving out from the front desk to open another door for Jisung.

“So we have: the one-on-one feeding rooms, the quick ones, the blood dispensary, the communal feeding rooms… you want one-on-one, right?” Jisung nodded again; he wasn’t even sure what the other options entailed. To be honest, he wasn’t even sure what a one-on-one meant. “I’ll put you with Rui tonight, she’s free for two hours only.” Jisung nodded again as Minho pointed to the door. “Of course, anything that happens has to be consensual. Rui is a very appreciated worker and this is not a sex-working place I-”

“I won’t do anything.”

“Don’t interrupt me. I will kill you again if you touch her without consent, got it?”

“Yes, sir.”

Minho smiled, he knocked on the door and came in to talk to Rui for a moment before going out and letting Jisung in. 

“A light will light up after two hours, and you will be invited to leave. If you don’t, I’ll call security.”

“Yes, sir.”

“And you’ll pay at the front desk usually. But you’re lucky!” Minho said, fakely chipping up. “The first two hours are free!”

“Ah, lucky me,” Jisung joked. Minho seemed to be amused by it, dropping his nonchalant demeanor for a moment and chuckling. 

“There’s a phone to call the front desk at any time. Have fun, Jisung.”

Jisung nodded once again and got into the room.

“Hi,” the most beautiful woman he had ever seen waved at him, moving each finger individually. Jisung imitated it and she giggled. “Come sit.” Jisung did, awkwardly sitting next to her. “Nice to meet you, I’m Rui.”

“Hi, I’m Jisung,” he said, too shy to look her in the eyes. 

She had long nails and her hair up in a ponytail and she looked like she had come directly from a magazine shoot. 

“Where do you like to bite?”

“I-”

Jisung just had to lie, say something vampire-like, ‘the neck,’ ‘any pulse point, really,’ ‘a tit.’

‘A tit’? What the fuck, Jisung, focus.

“I don’t like biting.” Ridiculous. Fucking idiot. “No, in fact. I- I shouldn’t- ah- I shouldn’t be here at all, I- I got lost!”

“You got lost? Aren’t you a vampire?”

“A lost vampire!” Jisung replied, getting off the couch like it was on fire. “I gotta go- Sorry- You’re very beautiful- In a non creepy way!”

Rui was left squinting, and Jisung almost made the door a revolving one in his way out. He was so panicked that he didn’t realize the tumultuous scene going on at the front desk until he hit a broad man’s back.

“And I’ll skin you alive!” Minho was yelling. 

“Hey,” the man Jisung had bumped into said, turning around. “Are you okay?”

“I’m sorry. I was running from my own doings.”

“Did you do something to someone?” the man asked, looking more serious.

“Oh no, oh god, no. I didn’t.”

“And then I’ll snap your tendons one by one, do you hear me?” Minho kept yelling. Jisung could see he had a man by the tie. 

“Let’s go back inside, I can help you,” the man said, already pushing Jisung back into the corridor and closing the front desk door, clearly in an attempt to save the establishment’s image in the eyes of what surely was a new customer already having some kind of problem before he saw the front desk guy losing his marbles. “He’s grumpy today because he had to take Seungmin’s shift,” he tried to explain. “Anyway, I’m Chan. How can I help?”

“I just really wanted to go home, Chan,” Jisung confessed. He looked at the man. He looked soft and understanding, like he would let Jisung finally get away from the madness he had gotten himself into.

“Is your time over?”

“No, technically it just started, but I really want to go.”

“Ah, I’ll help you to the back door, don’t worry.”

Jisung could kiss him right then and there, but until Chan closed the back door, waving at him, Jisung didn’t realize how stunning the guy really was, wide and strong, and blonde with spiky short hair, and deep brown eyes and a soft smile crowned by two dimples, and those lips… 

It wasn’t until he was back in his dorm, asking with a sad look for Felix not to say a thing about his obviously failed scapade, that he thought about Chan’s neck.

It was a strong and tall column, and so pale Jisung was sure that with only a little bit of pressure, his veins would protrude, marbling the neck. 

He tried to shake it off during the week. 

He scoffed when his friends mentioned the den, swearing he preferred to freeze his bloodbags and lick them like lollipops instead of trying, for the first time ever, hot blood. 

But when the next Friday arrived, he had to confess to himself that all he had thought about that week was Chan.

Chan and his reassuring hand on Jisung’s shoulder when he thought he was going to die (again) out of pure anxiety. Chan and his dimples when he smiled at him politely. Chan and his deep, small eyes. 

Chan and his pulse. 

He had imagined what it would feel like under his fingers. He had pressed his own hand against his wrist sometimes; he still had a pulse after all, and he had imagined what biting down would feel like, too. But he had never dreamed about it as he had dreamed about biting down on Chan’s pulse.

His fangs ached like when he had gotten them a year (and a half) ago. 

He made an awkward excuse to not log online with Felix and Jeongin and got dressed in a dark hoodie he could hide under. He took the bus there, even when walking was faster. Just in case.

Jisung pushed the door open without waiting for a sophisticated woman to do it that time. He thought that, at least, he knew who Minho was, so it wouldn’t be so intimidating to ask for what he wanted the second time around, but he found a different guy waiting at the front desk.

“Hi?” the guy asked. He was wearing glasses like Minho had been wearing last Friday; in fact, they seemed to be the same ones. He seemed equally as concerned about his job. 

“I want Chan.”

Direct. Felix had told him to be direct and explicit. He hoped the new guy didn’t have any other questions because he had only memorized that one sentence.

“Hm… but does Chan want you? That’s the question.”

“What?”

The guy just shrugged. “Do you have a file with us?”

“I think so? I was here last week.”

“So tell me your name, genius.” Jisung wasn’t sure how the business was still running with such rude front desk guys, but he gave his name, hoping that would be the last interaction between them. “Ah. Jisung. It says here you ‘prefer’ AB positive,” he said, using airquotes that Jisung didn’t really get. “Chan is 0 positive, so maybe you’ll prefer-”

“No. It’s okay. Chan is okay.”

If there was someone who was going to take his metaphorical bite-virginity, it had to be Chan. It wouldn’t work any other way. He had already deemed the guy a deity of patience and understanding, and he wouldn’t settle for less. 

Well, maybe he would settle for never biting anyone if the new front desk guy pressed him a little more. 

But luckily, he didn’t. He shrugged one more time and took Jisung’s money before guiding him to Chan’s room and disappearing after knocking on it. 

Chan looked kind of surprised at seeing Jisung, which Jisung wasn’t sure was a great sign.

“You came back!” Chan said, half-hugging him, giving his back a couple of pats, a little too hard.

“Hey!” Jisung answered, clearing his throat and stepping back. “I did!” he tried to laugh, but it came out fake. “I did,” he repeated, a reassurance to himself.

“We didn’t have time for introductions last time, you already know I’m Chan, and you are?”

“Jisung. Han.”

“Nice, do you want to sit, Jisung?” Chan said, already moving to the couch.

That time, Jisung had a little more time to take the room in than when he was in Rui’s. It was set up like a karaoke room, at least, it reminded Jisung of one with the large couch going all around three walls, a big coffee table in the middle and a TV that played music hung to the wall. 

“Did you pick up the music?” Jisung asked as he sat down.

“Ah, yeah, I did,” Chan said, moving just a smudge closer to Jisung. “I’m alone here a lot of the time, so I have a pretty curated playlist. But we can change it to whatever you want,” Chan smiled.

“I like it. You have got taste,” Jisung smiled. He sat on the couch, and Chan sat next to him, rubbing his hands. “You’re alone?” Jisung asked. Minho had said Rui had only had two free hours last week, so it didn’t seem like the workers had a lot of alone time usually.

“I- Ahaha.” Jisung could see Chan’s gears turning as he tried to come up with a change of topic. He took a deep breath and looked sideways, playing with his fingers, before he finally confessed: “I don’t have any regulars, so I’m usually picked for first timers and the few vampires that like 0 positive.”

“Ah? Why?”

“Why, what? Not a lot of people like 0 positive.”

“ So that’s why you don’t have any regulars?” Jisung asked, tilting his head. 

Chan nodded, but then he clicked his tongue.

“Ah… I don’t- I’m not affected by the vampire poison.” 

Jisung's eyes widened comically. He didn’t know that was possible; he had been taught that everyone was affected by vampire poison, usually to the same extent, as it was an evolutionary thing, or something, a way for vampires to control their prey and not have them scream and thrash when vampires were, well, killing them.

Knowing about the poison had been one of the most intimidating parts about feeding from a person. Everyone knew what vampire poison did to humans, turning them on, making their instincts go crazy, seeking reproduction. 

He had never really wanted to deal with that. 

Even when everyone swore that it was the best sex and the best high ever. 

“So yeah, most vampires prefer a little action with their blood donors after lunch, and I… don’t.”

“That’s fucking fantastic.”

“Really?” Chan laughed, nodding along with Jisung when Jisung did; it felt like he was light-heartedly mocking him, and Jisung felt himself warming up to Chan even more, like he had known him for centuries. “Let’s get to the feeding then, alright?”

“Ah- Okay.”

“Where do you like to bite?” Chan asked, picking an alcohol wipe from a bag on the coffee table and starting to clean his pulse points.

“I have never done this before,” Jisung muttered. Chan hummed for him to repeat. “I have never done this before,” he said, trying to be clearer.

“Alright, good- No, wait. What?” Chan stopped moving, the alcohol wipe dangling in front of him. “You have never… been in a den, is that it?”

“No. I have never bitten anyone before.”

“How old are you?”

“Twenty.”

“In twenty years, you haven’t bitten anyone?”

“Ah. No. I’m- I was turned like… a year and a half ago.”

“Oh, wow, you’re a fledgling!” Chan said, letting the alcohol wipe fall to the floor. “Your sire-”

“He was arrested.”

“Ah… So you… never?” Chan fake bit the air. Jisung squirmed away like Chan was suddenly the dangerous one. “Never,” Chan whispered, nodding as Jisung tried to recompose himself, wiping his clothes like they had gotten horribly wrinkled. “Alright, so… I’ll be your teacher today?”

“You know how to do it?” Jisung said, his eyes shining.

“Yeah! I work here, of course I do,” Chan giggled. Jisung felt stupid in the best of ways. 

Jisung moved closer again. “Alright,” he whispered. 

“Alright,” Chan echoed. Then he cleared his throat. “Well, so do you want to try my… neck or?”

“It sounds the most vampire-like thing to try, right?”

Chan looked at him like he was seriously worried about Jisung’s survival abilities. Which he really should. 

“I find it’s an easy place to bite, the wrist is too, but you have to suck more than if you do the neck, but it’s easier for you not to kill me if you choose the wrist.”

“Oh god, I can kill you.”

“Yeah, pretty much.”

“The wrist then?” 

“Excellent choice,” Chan said, teasing. Jisung wasn’t sure where the blows were coming from, but, strangely, he still felt very comfortable. “So you just bite with your front fangs mostly, and then… suck.”

“Sounds easy,” Jisung said. 

“It is, don’t worry,” Chan said.

It wasn’t easy. 

Chan moved in his seat, then bent to grab another alcohol wipe and make sure his wrist was all clean.

“We have to wait a little bit for the alcohol flavor to go away,” Chan commented. Jisung was sure it would still taste like alcohol unless they waited for literal hours, and his gums were itching at the idea, but it was okay because he was more nervous about everything else than the flavor; in fact, he didn’t care about the flavor at all. “Alrighty,” Chan whispered. He looked at Jisung with that big, polite smile and offered him his arm. 

Jisung grabbed it and felt like he was taking a very big sausage in his hands, which wasn’t what he had expected for his first feeding. 

He was way too anxious. He could feel his own blood racing to his ears, and his saliva was a little too thick; his hands were trembling.

“Jisung, it’s alright. I get bitten… at least once a day, so I’ll be fine.”

“Isn’t that too much?” Jisung asked, blinking at Chan and grabbing his arm more tightly. 

“Well, yeah, I tried to get as many customers as I can because of the not having repeating ones thing, but! I’m okay! Vampires don’t need that much blood. It’s less than what one donates to hospitals, and I have lots of liver.”

Jisung squinted. He didn’t know enough about how feeding dens worked for him to be sure if Chan was exploiting himself or not.

“Go ahead,” Chan said after Jisung didn’t move for a while. 

“Yeah,” he whispered. Jisung tried to bite, but it was too superficial, even more so than a paper cut would have been, and not a lot of blood slipped out. His fangs ached and his tongue darted out to try to collect the few drops. It did taste like alcohol. 

“It’s okay, don’t worry. It won’t hurt a lot, you can press harder,” Chan whispered. He was smiling, but Jisung could see something behind his eyes. He, too, was breathing a little quicker, not as much as Jisung, but he was getting nervous. 

Jisung swallowed. He was sad and feeling guilty that Chan’s afternoon was being more difficult than it needed to be because of him. He should have practiced a little more with that piece of pork that Felix had gotten him, but it had been disgusting to bite into the raw meat.

“It hurts?” he asked, looking up and pouting a little.

“Me. I mean, it won’t hurt me a lot. And not you, it won’t hurt at all for you.”

“I don’t want to hurt you.”

Chan laughed. He looked so pretty, all shiny smile and sincere eyes. And Jisung thought he himself looked like a little rat, curved over himself with his messy hair and short fangs, trying to get a little blood out. 

The second bite went in a little deeper, but Jisung wasn’t used to having to keep a wound open, so he licked at it and closed the wound with his saliva. 

“Ah- that’s,” Chan smiled again, feeling Jisung’s tongue lapping over the wound, not noticing what had happened and trying to get more blood out. “That’s not going to work, you have to keep your tongue away-”

“Sorry!” Jisung interrupted, embarrassed as ever. He was starting to think about what countries to move to. 

But, encouraged by Chan’s smile and patience, he tried one more time, sinking his teeth in and keeping his tongue away from the wound. But it wasn’t the only thing going wrong, first, sucking was terribly difficult, Chan’s body really tried to keep his blood inside, and Jisung wasn’t used to keeping his fangs inside anything, the first bite had already feel too intimate, piercing someone’s skin, being inside them in a very real way, was something Jisung had not practice in at all; so he wasn’t repiercing the wound, or making it bigger like other vampires did; and second, Jisung’s ears kept twitching at a sound that was constantly filling the room, Jisung tried to ignore it, but Chan was clearly giggling, trying to cover his mouth with his free hand.

“Hey!” Jisung protested at the end, giving up.

“I’m sorry! It just, it felt like you were trying to blow a raspberry. Aren’t you supposed to, you know, suck?”

“Okay, haha, let me go back home and die of hunger because I’m never sucking anyone again.”

“Oh, come on, I’m sure you’re better at sucking.”

Jisung's mouth dropped open as Chan kept laughing and asking for forgiveness, hands together in prayer in front of him. Jisung may even have heard his jaw dislocating. 

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I just- I’m sorry. You’re easy to tease.”

“I? ‘I’m easy to tease’? And that’s why I have to be tortured?”

Chan laughed louder as he patted Jisung’s shoulder. “Come on, don’t be dramatic. I was joking. Here, let’s try the neck.” Chan tilted his head and Jisung saw the big artery there. All of Chan’s veins were really protruding; he was really veiny. Jisung felt a little bit like an old Victorian man seeing an ankle. 

It was getting really hot in there.

“I don’t want to,” Jisung pouted, looking down.

“Aw,” Chan scotted closer toward him, wrapping Jisung in an awkward hug, as he pouted too, making Jisung timidly smile. “Don’t be like that, a first time it’s always difficult.”

“Well, not for other vampires I know,” Jisung whined. He wasn’t insecure like that, but maybe in his dreams, the first feeding from Chan had been perfect and at the end Chan had looked at him and told him something like ‘wow, you really know how to suck!’ and fallen in love with him; and that wasn’t how reality was going at all.

“How many vampires do you know?” Chan asked, fondly. He put a hand on Jisung’s knee and bent sideways to try to make eyecontact with Jisung, who was still hiding his gaze.

“Zero in person, but-”

Chan laughed again and Jisung whined.

“Hey!” Chan said, shaking Jisung’s knee. “I’m sorry for laughing, but come on, you’re being too hard on yourself. I know a couple of vampires, you aren’t the first first-timer here and I promise I’ve had worse.”

“Oh.”

Oh. That shouldn’t make Jisung that jealous. Chan was nice and funny and handsome, but he quite literally didn’t even really know him; he had no right or reason to be jealous at the mention of Chan’s other clients (that he already knew about on top of it all). 

But Chan seemed to notice, to Jisung’s dismay, and instead of poking fun at Jisung again, he pushed their thighs together and took Jisung’s chin in his hand, making him look up.

“But you’re the best first-timer yet,” he said, smiling wider than when it was polite. Jisung hadn’t drunk alcohol since his transformation, but he thought of pouring the tiniest of shots on one of those dimples.

“Stop teasing,” Jisung answered, instead of indulging in his fantasy.

“No, I’m being serious! Like, there was this one guy who almost broke my neck! And didn’t even leave a tip.”

“What an asshole,” Jisung mumbled. He raised his gaze from Chan’s hand to his eyes. “I’m sorry that happened.”

“Hm. So do you want to try the neck?”

“Didn’t you just say-!”

“But you’re the best first-timer, remember?” Chan interrupted Jisung before he could panic more. He let go of his chin and grabbed both his knees again, making one of his legs bump against his. “The neck flows more freely, so it’ll help with your… the problem with my wrist.”

“With my sucking.”

“Hey- Cheer up, come on. You’re getting out of here fed or I’ll change my name,” Chan joked. And then, before Jisung could whine again, Chan got his arms around his waist and moved him to his lap as Jisung cried like a kid getting taken off a swing.

“What was that?” he said, clinging to Chan’s arms as if he feared falling down. “Oh my god, dude, you’re like jacked jacked. What the-”

“Sorry, I-” Chan started. He had really only wanted for Jisung to stop questioning himself and get down to business, but maybe he had been a little too enthusiastic; he could see that a little too late, as Jisung was sitting in his lap.

“You also say sorry a lot, it’s okay,” Jisung answered. When Chan tried to talk again, he repeated himself. “Really, it’s okay. I don’t get thrown around by a hot man every day.”

“Really? Can’t believe it,” Chan answered. 

Jisung's eyes snapped up from where he had been not-so-discreetly looking at Chan’s neck vein. He felt his blush creeping up his neck, realizing he had said that outloud; he was red all over his ears, which wasn’t that common when he was that hungry, but it seemed like his body was ready to defy biology for Chan. 

“Cute,” Chan whispered. Jisung babbled like a little fish out of water and Chan giggled. “Alright, so, now that you’re here,” Chan said, tilting his head. Jisung was well aware that he was, indeed, there, right on Chan’s lap, sitting there like a lover and not a client… a customer? For his blood, not his- “Can you see here?” Chan asked, tapping a point in his neck.

“Yeah,” Jisung answered. If that was where he had to bite, it looked quite easy; there was a big, juicy vein waiting right there for him.

“Avoid that, bite lower, okay?”

“Oh,” Jisung nodded. Right, so not a vein, an artery. Jisung should really taken more anatomy classes. “Yes, sir.”

That made Chan blush. Jisung swallowed. He could get on board with calling the beautiful older man “sir” if he liked that. He could get on board with a lot of things if he liked them.

“Wait,” Jisung muttered, pushing himself away from Chan and looking at his face. Chan frowned, but hummed in question. “Are you older than me?”

“What?”

“Ah. You know, are you older than me?”

“I think so?” Chan answered. “Not by much, I think,” he added.

“Nice,” Jisung whispered.

Chan laughed again, that time a little confused; Jisung was going to explain, could already feel his tongue tangling in the mix of flattery and awkwardness, trying to explain to him that being older was extremely sexy, but then Chan’s hands went to Jisung’s waist and he lost that thought. 

Chan encouraged him to move closer as he tilted his head once again, his hair sticking out in every direction from his little shake; Jisung wanted to pat it down like a dog’s. 

“Don’t be too careful, okay?” Chan said. “A little roughness goes a long way.”

“You tell me.”

Chan cleared his throat and Jisung's ears finally reached the purest red ever seen; he supposed Hyunjin would like to get the pigment out for one of his paintings.

“I meant you-” Chan swallowed. “You need to break the skin.”

“True,” Jisung whispered. He licked his lips. Should he just dip in? Wasn’t it customary to rub the neck with an alcohol wipe like Chan had done to his wrist? “Shouldn’t we clean the area?” 

“Ah, yes. It’s a flavor thing…” Chan said. Jisung could see how he was reprimanding himself for not explaining that to Jisung first. “Some vampires don’t like the taste or… well, like sweat? Skin.”

“Sweat?” Jisung whispered, scrunching his nose.

“I swear, I clean myself! I meant like, natural oils, and things in the skin. They prefer it to taste… purer.”

“That sounds creepy as fuck,” Jisung whispered.

Chan laughed, relaxing.

“I mean, I get it. I don’t like my meat tasting like blood… so I get you don’t want your blood tasting like meat?” Chan tried to explain.

“I actually don’t know how I like my blood.”

“Well, you know you like O positive!” Jisung tried to giggle, but Chan noticed way too quickly. “Do you even like O positive?”

“I’m not sure,” Jisung confessed, looking down. He had perched his hands on Chan’s shoulders, and he felt way too shy. 

“What? Oh. Ah- Maybe you should try someone like Rui then; her blood is AB-”

“No! No, no. I want you.”

“You want me?” Chan asked. Jisung felt himself flushing again because of the question; even when Chan had made it with zero second meanings, he was just really surprised by Jisung’s quick and strong reaction. 

“Look, I’m a shy virgin- Vampire virgin- blood virgin?”

“Got it,” Chan whispered, dying for Jisung to stop using the word virgin.

“Not that I’m not a virgin virgin, too- I mean. I’m a little scared, and you are really nice, and I really want someone nice for my first time.”

“Don’t we all?”

“Don’t tease me, man, I’m going to die.”

“Calling me ‘man’, when I’m going to take your blood virginity?” Chan teased. Jisung grumbled, looking away, but his hands were still clawing at Chan’s shoulders, his legs squeezing Chan’s thighs tightly as he balanced on his lap. “Okay, sorry, sorry,” Chan apologized when he saw Jisung's pout growing bigger. “So would you like the alcohol wipe again, or do you want to try… raw?”

Jisung whined, and Chan laughed. Jisung was slowly realizing that maybe Chan wasn’t as nice as he had thought. 

“I don’t know. Can’t you get infected if we don’t clean it?” Jisung asked, trying not to give in to embarrassment and die perched on a hot man’s lap.

“Your saliva is the best antibacterial in the world, so no.”

“So should I lick around first?”

Chan actually jerked at that, his hips going up and his chest tensing for a moment. Jisung grabbed onto his shoulders a little more tightly. He saw the way Chan’s color started to change, and, more importantly, he felt the way his pulse started to rise, quickening and sounding like drums in Jisung’s ears. 

The tables had turned, Chan clearly more embarrassed by whatever his mind had done with Jisung’s words, but Jisung was still the one losing, feeling saliva pooling in his mouth and his teeth aching at the idea of sucking on Chan’s racing blood.

“Not necessary, yeah. No,” Chan answered, in between a giggle and full-blown panic. 

“You don’t like licking. Got it,” Jisung said, nodding, just trying to distract himself from the vein he was eyeing. 

“I like licking,” Chan mumbled, moving his legs and Jisung with them. “I- you can lick if you want to.”

Jisung hadn’t even been thinking when he had asked, and Chan's answer made him almost explode in place. Not only that, but when he looked back at Chan’s face, he was blushy, looking all shy. When he followed the color down, his neck was also pinker, and it went down under his t-shirt. His fingers were tapping nervously on Jisung’s waist, and they felt like little shocks of warmth to his cold skin. 

Jisung had been attracted to people before. He had wanted to kiss someone before. In fact, he thought of himself as very much a free-kisser, even when he hadn’t really kissed anyone before, but he always tried to kiss Hyunjin when he drank, and he had been very close to just asking Felix to make out with him because he couldn’t bear his kiss-less state. 

He had never wanted to kiss someone as much as he wanted to kiss the blushing mess that Chan was that moment, losing his hands on his messy hair as he let him lick his mouth open and- 

“Can I?” Jisung asked, swallowing. He moved forward, tilting his head to the side, pressing his nose to Chan’s neck. 

Some vampires said, he had seen it in the docu-series “Fangs”, that a vampire could smell blood and be drawn to people with his preferred blood type, that food and hormones could ruin or enhance that scent. He had never smelled blood before if it wasn’t because of an open wound, and it had never smelled something ridiculous like “sweet”, like the vampires in the docu-series had said; but as he pressed his nose against Chan’s neck, feeling the way he swallowed, he realized that his mouth wasn’t only watering, like it was before, he could feel his tongue tingling as if it was already tasting something; something as close to a sweet flavor as anything since he had been transformed.

He wasn’t good at it. Not the feeding. Not only the feeding. He was terrible at flirting, too. He had fumbled everyone he had ever tried to flirt with at a party, sometimes even having to be embarrassingly rescued by Felix. 

But Chan seemed not only not to mind his awkwardness, but feed on it, responding to it in a way that Jisung had never experienced, and if he had even one shot with the man, he was going to shoot it. 

“Chan,” he asked when Chan didn’t answer. Chan hummed; the vibration made Jisung want to press his lips against his throat too, not only his nose. “Can I lick you here?” 

“Ah- If- if you want, then it’s okay.”

“Do you want that, too?”

Chan swallowed, his hands gripping more tightly at Jisung’s waist. 

“It will be good for disinfection,” he mumbled. 

Jisung would have laughed if he wasn’t so unveliably horny at the idea of licking the big vein alongside Chan’s neck. He knew Chan’s answer had been a shot at a joke, but the way he kept swallowing, making his throat work, and the way he was pressing Jisung closer and down against himself, made it sound like less of a joke and more of a plea for Jisung to do so.

“Right,” Jisung whispered. 

Chan tilted his neck further to the side, swallowing once again as Jisung’s lips tremblingly brushed alongside it. 

Jisung’s heart started to beat faster, scared that he was somehow still going to mess it up, so when his tongue touched Chan’s vein and Chan winced, he almost got up on his feet, but Chan’s hands were anchoring him, encouraging him, and Jisung licked up. 

Then, in a surge of bravery he had never felt before, he kissed Chan’s neck, making him tremble under him. He did it again.

“Don’t bite there,” Chan warned, a little scared for his life, as Jisung kissed his aorta, but not scared enough for it to stop his dick from growing hard under Jisung. Jisung was so focused on pressing his lips against the throbbing artery that he hadn’t realized where Chan’s blood was rushing towards.

“Won’t,” Jisung whispered. He wouldn’t bite, he knew how dangerous it was, Chan had just warned him, but maybe a little suck, just to feel the blood tushing under his lips. 

Chan’s hands tensed and then he moved them down to Jisung’s hips, drawing little circles at both sides of Jisung’s lower stomach as a way to keep himself calm as he felt his skin being dragged into Jisung’s mouth. 

Jisung felt his fangs aching, but he kept his sucking soft and his teeth as far away as he could. It was magical, a tingle rushing all over his body as he felt Chan’s artery against his lips, the blood pumping so close to where he could get it.

He couldn’t help the way his hips moved forward, trying to get closer to the artery, burying his face even deeper on Chan’s neck, his nose scrunched against it, his hand on the other side of Chan’s neck, forcing him closer to his mouth as he kept licking and sucking on that point, grinding his hips down and letting out soft sounds. He was swallowing as if he was sucking on a lollipop, trying to get some flavor from Chan’s neck, but all he could taste were those ‘natural oils’ Chan had talked about, and the faintest hint of the aroma he had never thought he would smell, the sweetness of Chan’s blood behind the fortified barrier that was his skin. 

“I should-” Jisung whispered, his cold breath making Chan shiver and making him lose his own train of thought.

“Bite down, yeah,” Chan answered. 

“Right.”

Jisung knew how to do that. It was supposed to be instinct. It was like biting Chan’s wrist but easier, because as Chan had said, the blood would flow more freely, and after, maybe, he would bat his eyelashes at Chan and ask for a date. 

It was going to be fine.

“You aren’t biting.”

Right. He wasn’t. He couldn’t. A guy had once almost killed Chan and Chan seemed to be very scared about the possibility of dying, so it must be a very, very real and possible possibility. 

He could do it.

“I can’t do it.”

“Yes, you can, Jisung,” Chan whispered. He was feeling his neck starting to cramp, and he was so painfully hard he couldn’t wait to guilt himself into perdition once Jisung left. He needed Jisung to bite down, so he, as everyone ever did, realized that O positive blood was boring, and that Chan wasn’t that pretty, so he would leave and never come back, and Chan could get over his stupid attraction to him. 

“Don’t call me Jisung, you sound like my mother. It stresses me.”

Chan laughed. He moved his hands up to pat down Jisung’s back, trying to reassure him. 

“Do you want me to show you, Sung?” Chan asked. Jisung blushed deeper.

“Show me?” he repeated, looking up at Chan and blinking. “How to bite?”

“Hm, at least where, okay?”

“Okay.”

“Tilt your head, Sung,” Chan whispered, taking Jisung’s chin and making him tilt it to the side. “Now, see, here,” he said, pressing two fingers to Jisung’s neck. “That’s death-territory,” he moved his fingers lower, then he took them away and kissed Jisung where they had been pointing instead, making Jisung whimper in surprise. “But here is banquet-territory, okay?” he whispered against the skin.

“Can- Can you show me again?” 

Chan smirked. He kissed Jisung’s vein. “Not here,” he whispered, then, when Jisung was expecting another soft kiss, Chan bit down, making Jisung jump, his hips pushing forward and making him grind against Chan as he tried to hide in his neck crook. “Here,” he said over the little bite mark.

“Chan,” Jisung whimpered, airy. He wanted to curse himself. Why was he feeling so needy? Maybe he should have taken Felix’s party invitation instead of going to the den. 

But, on his behalf, he didn’t know he would end up sitting on Chan’s lap, his hands pressing against his lower back, rocking his hips into him from time to time. He didn’t know he would end up kissing his neck and having his kissed in return as Chan let out soft breaths. 

“Are you ready, Sungie?” Chan said, and Jisung swallowed before nodding. “Come on then. Show me.”

Jisung's tongue felt dry and too big for his mouth, his fangs pinching it and making him wince as he opened his mouth around Chan’s neck. Chan took in a deep breath, after Jisung’s fangs pierced him, he started to let it out, trying to calm himself and stop his heart rate from spiking and making everything messier. 

Chan had been right. The blood was flowing so much more freely from his neck. It didn’t matter that Jisung didn’t really know how to suck or that he had willed himself to keep his fangs in the wound, keeping it semi-plugged but preventing him from closing it with his saliva, because Chan’s blood was flowing into his mouth nevertheless.

He swallowed and couldn’t help the little moan and the impulse to attach himself even more to Chan’s neck, to get closer, getting up on his knees and pushing his head against Chan’s neck, making him groan as he tried to grab Jisung’s hips and keep him down. 

He didn’t make him sit again, but he didn’t let him climb further up as Jisung sucked on him, moaning and grunting and spilling his hot blood down his neck and Jisung’s own chin, staining his shirt and Chan’s, as Chan winced and panted in pain. 

Jisung was thrusting against Chan’s hard stomach unconsciously, and Chan was trying to grind up against him, but he was getting weaker by the moment. It was in a moment of clarity that Chan realized he was dying of blood loss and pressed the panic button on top of the couch. 

Just a moment later, the door opened and Jisung was pulled off him easily, despite Jisung’s guttural growl and his hands clawing at Chan’s shoulders. 

“Enough, big guy,” Changbin said. He was a vampire like Jisung, and one of the security guys at the den, on top of being Chan’s best friend. 

As soon as Changbin had taken Jisung out of the room, Seungmin came in, caring for Chan’s wound. 

“Don’t kick him out. It’s a first feeding,” Chan muttered as Seungming tended to the bite.

“Are you dumb, hyung? A first feeding and you offer your fucking neck?”

“I-”

“I don’t want to hear it,” Seungmin grumbled. “Idiot.”

Jisung didn’t realize what had happened until Changbin closed the front door on his face.

He had never been so embarrassed. 

He couldn’t tell anyone.

“You got kicked out of the deeding den,” Jeongin repeated. Jisung groaned and tried to hide behind his hands. Jeongin’s words wouldn’t be so daunting if it weren’t the third time he said it and the only thing he had said since the conversation started.

“I was escorted out! Not ‘kicked out’!”

“Man… you fucked up,” Felix said, shaking his head. 

“How-” Hyunjin clicked his tongue. He suddenly got a better question. “Sung, did you call? Do you know if Chan is okay?”

“Call? How would I call?”

“Don’t they have a phone number?”

“No. I mean. I’m not going to show my face again. I’m not calling. I’m moving to Australia. Don’t you get it?”

“Sung, you’re blowing this out of proportion,” he tried to calm him down.

“I almost killed a man!” Jisung said, slapping the table and getting up. Jeongin dragged him down to sit again and hid his face behind his hands until the rest of the cafeteria stopped looking their way.

“You should call, just in case. Then you can forget about it,” Hyunjin told him.

“He’s never going to forget about Chan,” Felix said, feigning to look at his phone. “He was talking about him in dreams yesterday.”

Jisung blushed, looking down at his half-eaten almond croissant. He could try and deny it, but Chan was all he had talked about for half a week, so none of his friends was going to believe him anyway. 

He kept thinking whether to call or not call for the rest of his classes. 

“Stop moping around and call, Sung,” Felix threatened him with throwing his backpack as soon as he got to their shared apartment, just to find Jisung whining on the couch, half of his body lying on it, half falling off.

“You know what?” Jisung mumbled, trying to get up and sit on the couch with his legs crossed, looking at Felix like he had either had an epiphany or taken some bad drugs. “I’ll go there in person and ask.”

Felix started laughing. He let his bag down and flopped on a chair.

“Wait. Are you being serious?”

“Yeah!”

“Jisung. I- Why- are you dumb?” Felix finally asked, moving to sit with his feet on the floor and his hands in front of himself as if he were in the middle of a speech. “What if they call the police on you?”

“What? Why would they do that!”

“Oh, I don’t know. Because you almost killed a man?”

“You said it wasn’t that bad!”

“Not bad enough for you not to call, bad enough for you to not go to the scene of the crime!”

“Come with me?” Jisung asked, batting his eyelashes.

“No way, I’m not getting arrested with you. Who’s going to bail you if we both are in prison?”

Jisung tsked. But he got an idea, there was someone who wouldn’t tell him no if he bribed him enough. If he was lucky, promising not to try to kiss him while he tries to study in the library would be enough.

Jisung: hii precious little innie.

Jeongin:...

Jisung: Do you want to come with me to the den tomorrow?

Jeongin: lol

Jeongin: to witness your arrest? Yeah cool

So the next day, unluckily for Jisung’s nervous system, which was behaving like it was being chased by a lion, Jeongin and he went to the den. There weren’t any police officers close by that he could recognize (even when Jeongin had pointed out that everyone (yes, including that baby, hyung) could be one), so Jisung was a little more relaxed, up until he was face-to-face with the double door.

“Did you forget if you have to pull or push, hyung?”

“I think we should go back.”

“Hell no. I fully charged my phone to be able to record everything.”

“Really, Innie?” Jisung whispered, turning to him. Jeongin frowned the moment he saw Jisung seemed warmly surprised instead of annoyed. “Do you want to have a long video of me on your phone? That’s so- Wait!”

Jeongin pushed the door open. 

So it looked like he would have to go inside. 

He pulled the curtains and bent to go inside, as if he were a prince entering a consort's room (he should stop watching dramas). He expected sirens, alarms, and maybe rotten tomatoes. Instead, he got Minho raising an eyebrow.

“The killer is back,” he said, pointing a pen at him.

“Killer?” All blood drained from Jisung’s face.

“Don’t listen to hyung,” Seungmin answered as he came out of the corridor to the rooms. “You’re lucky that Chan told us not to ban you.”

“But you should have known better than to come back.”

“Hyung is right.”

“I’m sorry,” Jisung whispered. Behind him, Jeongin was so mesmerized by the double attack that he didn’t even think of recording. 

“Don’t say sorry to us,” Seungmin continued. 

“Can I see Chan then?”

“If you pay,” Minho answered quickly, then smiled. 

Jeongin giggled behind him and muttered something about a scam, but Jisung paid all the same and, shortly after, Changbin came to escort him to Chan’s room.

“So am I… like a maximum security client or something now?” he asked once they were in the corridor alone.

“An annoying one, mostly,” Changbin answered. Jisung didn’t ask anything else. Changbin knocked and opened Chan’s door for him. “Hi, Chan, Jisung is back here… are you okay to stay with him alone or do you want me to stay for today’s feeding?”

“Ah, no, please, it’s okay, you can leave, Binnie.”

Changbin sighed and shook his head slightly. Jisung frowned at him, but he didn’t say anything in case Changbin would turn to him. The big vampire had taken him out of that room before without any problems, and he didn’t want to be in that position again.

Changbin nodded and left, leaving Jisung looking at the open door and at a shyly waving Chan.

“Hey,” Chan whispered. He called Jisung in with his whole hand, pointing to the couch as he smiled.

Jisung didn’t even close the door before he fell to his knees, almost like a switch had been flicked.

“I’m so sorry, Chan. So, so sorry. I-”

“Hey, hey!” Chan panicked, going to grab Jisung from the floor, but before he could, Jisung bent down on it. “Stop it!” he whisper-shouted. “It’s okay, come inside. Close the door. It’s okay, Sung!”

Jisung looked up, with teary eyes and begging hands. Chan pointed to the door and Jisung nodded, still pouting, before standing and getting inside the room, closing the door behind him. 

“How are you?” Chan asked. 

Jisung's pout deepened; he frowned a little.

“Good,” he said, whiny. Chan laughed. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay. I didn’t think you’d come back again,” Chan said, tending a hand to Jisung and pulling him to the couch when Jisung took it. 

“I thought you’d have me kicked out.”

“Hey, it was your first-ever feeding, and I hadn’t had enough for dinner anyway. It’s water under the bridge.”

“Okay,” Jisung whispered, still pouting and too embarrassed to even look at Chan. 

“So do you want to drink tonight?” Chan asked. Jisung turned to him gapping as he had said something outrageous. “Minho made you pay, right?”

“He did but-”

“So you shouldn’t go out of here hungry.”

“I’m not hungry!”

“Aren’t you?” Chan asked, tilting his head. “But you look even paler than last time,” he said, and then he moved his face closer, examining Jisung’s face. “You have deep darkeyes and-” He looked at Jisung’s lips, and Jisung shouldn’t be so surprised by it, but he was, almost like Chan had just caught him naked after a shower. He sucked his lower lip in, showing his little fangs instead, “- your lips are dry.”

“So I look horrible? Thanks?”

“We can fix that!” Chan giggled. He patted Jisung’s knee a couple of times. Jisung looked down at Chan’s hand resting on his leg, then up at Chan, still pouting. “What’s wrong?”

“Do I look that bad? I didn’t want to look bad.”

Chan was about to laugh again. Was Jisung really that sensitive? He was adorable. He didn’t laugh; instead, he squeezed Jisung’s knee.

“You look great, just hungry. Come on, we can try again, yeah? First times are always horrible, you can quote my ex on that.”

Jisung's eyes sparkled without his consent. And ex implied a past relationship. Not that Jisung cared. Not that he could care after almost-killing Chan. He had zero to no possibilities of even getting Chan’s number after that little-big incident. But… if Chan was talking about an ex… 

“You were really good,” Jisung mumbled. Chan did giggle then, his ears going red. “Very nice and attentive,” Jisung added, looking at the color of Chan’s nape change as he scratched it.

“Ah, not really.”

“But you were!” Jisung locked eyes with Chan. “You even offered your neck even when you knew it was dangerous…” Chan seemed less affected by that. “So you really are attentive and caring,” he added, and Chan huffed a laugh. “You were really good to me.”

Chan seemed to choke on his own saliva at that, his ears burning, completely red as he looked away.

That was interesting.

“So,” Chan cleared throat. “Do you- do you want to feed again?” he asked, looking down at his own feet.

“I… I do,” Jisung whispered, looking away too. “I’m sorry for what I did. But I really liked… the taste…”

“The taste?” Chan asked. He was looking at Jisung again, still somehow embarrassed, of course, but with a little spark behind those eyes that Jisung wanted to cling to, so, even when it was mortifying for himself because it made him feel like a weirdo, he answered.

“I really liked the taste of your blood.” He coughed after speaking, as if that would cover up what he just said. He hoped Chan wasn’t just trying to collect evidence that he was a deranged vampire to get him arrested.

“Oh,” Chan whispered instead. Jisung looked up at him again and Chan liked his lip. “Not a lot of people like my type of blood.”

“Really?”

“Too common.”

“Really?” Jisung asked again. Chan shrugged. “Well, it was the best I had since becoming a vampire.”

Chan laughed, and then he did something that made Jisung’s blood start to simmer. He patted his lap and smiled, waiting for Jisung to move, to get on top of him. 

Jisung supposed that Chan would offer his wrist, not his neck again. He didn’t want a replay of last week’s mess. So he wasn’t sure why Chan was offering his lap, or why he got on top of it so quickly, anchoring his knees to each side of Chan’s thighs and already getting drunk on Chan’s scent.

Chan tilted his neck.

“You can start like last time,” Chan whispered.

Oh.

The start had been nice; he could do the start again. 

He tilted his own head, savouring the way Chan closed his eyes and relaxed under him, feeling a little more confident as Chan melted to the couch, letting Jisung bring his mouth to his neck and humming softly after a first kiss. 

Jisung kept kissing him, finding a soft spot on Chan’s neck. Chan shivered, so he kissed there again and Chan’s hand flew to his waist like they had done last time. 

“You can- too,” Jisung mumbled on Chan’s neck. 

He didn’t expect Chan’s soft laugh. “But I’m not biting you, Sungie.” 

Right. True. Not that it had mattered last time. 

Jisung swallowed. So maybe Chan had liked him before he had turned himself into a monster and almost killed him; shit, he couldn’t blame him for not wanting anything to do with him after that.

But then, as he was spiralling, Chan kissed his neck too, making him whine. The hands on his waist squeezed him as Chan kissed him again, his mouth slightly more open, as if he was going to suck instead. 

“Chan-” Jisung mumbled. 

“Hm?” Chan asked, still against his neck, giving him another little kiss. “Don’t get distracted, Sungie. You have to bite me.”

“I have to bite you,” Jisung repeated. It sounded way too right, like he had always been destined to be right there, on Chan’s lap, his teeth aching to bury in his skin. He rubbed his tongue against his teeth, over his fangs, and took in a deep breath as Chan dragged his hips closer to himself, then kissed his neck one last time before tilting his head further for easier access. 

Jisung knew how to do it. Jisung had just been too carried away during the first bite. He could be controlled, cool, and safe, like they had taught him in the course about vampire safety. He was going to show Chan and then Chan would praise him like Jisung had praised him and maybe-

“Sungie,” Chan said, opening one eye.

“Yes, bite. Yes.” 

Chan smiled and closed his eye.

Jisung bared his fangs. He had to be careful. 

For Chan, it felt almost like another kiss. Jisung softly pierced his skin with a precision that no vampire was supposed to have in a second feeding. For a moment, Chan thought that he had maybe gotten some practice during that week and a streak of jealousy ran through his mind, but then Jisung’s fangs sank completely, and his lips wrapped around his neck, making him sigh and forget about anything else. 

Jisung didn’t suck right after, as most did. He waited patiently for the blood to seep out and around his fangs, which would make the process longer, but way more controlled. And, as he had learnt, he didn’t move his tongue at all, swallowing to keep his saliva away even when only a couple of droplets had fallen from Chan’s wound. 

“That’s- That’s good, Sungie,” Chan mumbled. 

Jisung didn’t answer; he was too focused on what he was doing, carefully starting to suck a little more, a little gone on Chan’s flavour already.

He had really never had blood like that. It was true that he didn’t have much experience with blood types, but he ventured to think it didn’t have much to do with that, but with it being Chan’s. 

Chan whinced and Jisung almost dropped everything and called for Seungmin and even for Changbin to take him away.

“Sh, sh, it’s okay, baby, I’m okay. It feels good, keep going.”

Baby? Jisung whined at the nickname, starting to suck with more strength but still restrained. It made Chan grunt and move one hand to Jisung’s nape, pressing him firmly against his neck as his other hand went down to his hips. 

“Yeah, like- like that-” Chan mumbled, and Jisung realized he was moving his hips against him, trying to grind against Chan like he had done the first time, but this time the sensation of the blood going down on him was controlled enough for him to be able to feel that too. “So good, baby.”

Baby. Baby. Baby. Baby.

Jisung moved, “Chan-” he moaned, but Chan pressed him against his neck again. 

“Ssh, it’s okay, finish, Sungie.”

Finish drinking, he meant. But Jisung was so close to cumming he was hurting and it would be so embarrassing to cum in his pants the second time he had ever seen Chan. 

But Chan was rocking his hips by then, too; sighting softly over Jisung’s neck, pulling his hoodie down when he grabbed at it like a lifeline, and his blood kept flowing, still controlled, so sweet and light as a strawberry cake. 

Jisung could taste his pulse, the fast beats Chan was trying to control. He was on edge, of course, how couldn’t you be when they are being drained of their life force by the neck? But his breath was steady and so were the soft kisses Jisung felt from time to time on his neck, at least he thought they were kisses. 

“Chan,” Jisung whined one more time, trying to move against Chan to get better friction. “It feels good,” he whispered. 

Chan hummed, kissed his neck messily and thrusted against him. Jisung moaned so high he got embarrassed, but before he could look at Chan shamefully, Chan was pushing his head again, then carding his hair as Jisung licked around the wound, closing it.

“Well done, Sungie. So good for me,” he whispered.

Jisung felt his cock twitching, begging for the barest of touches, that would be enough for him to come; he just needed to move a little more against Chan, try and get that perfect angle between his abs and- 

That was insane. 

He looked up from Chan’s neck, at his soft, big lips, and then his eyes.

“Sorry,” he whispered. 

Chan smiled, but he looked a little gone too. Jisung could feel he was hard, had felt him against himself and he had wanted to feel more, so it shouldn’t have been such a surprise. 

“It’s normal with feeding and all that,” Chan smiled. 

“So do your other customers…” Jisung stopped himself from finishing the question, looking apologetic. He had never been so jealous; he cared way too much, he was going to scare Chan.

“Ah- They don’t… usually drink from my neck. But yeah, they get ‘excited’.”

“Yeah. Totally normal. Haha. I get it,” Jisung whispered. He was still on top of Chan, and his lips were still stained with his blood. Right then, he was the only one who could say that, but he still didn’t like the idea of some horny vampire drinking from Chan and getting all excited. 

“I… I never do anything with my customers,” Chan mumbled.

Jisung was left gaping, thinking of the possible implications. So he was special? Had Chan taken pity on him, or maybe… did he like him? 

“Ah, you should go,” Chan said then, flipping Jisung on the couch like he would with a plushie. “Now that you’re fed and everything!” Jisung stood up when Chan bent and pointed to the door. “Thanks for coming to see me again, Jisung!”

“Sung-”

“Sung! Thanks for coming to see me again, Sung.”

One second more there and Jisung was sure Chan was going to push him out the door himself. 

“But I paid for two hours,” Jisung mumbled when the door closed in his face. He rested against it, and maybe Chan hadn’t thought about Jisung’s ability to hear his heartbeat, because he did the same at the other side. 

Was he embarrassed? Was that why he had hurried Jisung out? 

Cute.

Jisung took in a deep breath, trying to will his boner away, but then he heard a zipper.

He turned, pressing his ear to the door, as if that would do anything when he already had more than average hearing. 

Chan grunted. Jisung’s heartrate spiked. He could hear the soft movements, the lube uncapping, the wet, quicker movements. 

Jisung almost whined, pressing his legs together, grabbing the door with both hands.

It was creepy. He had to move. He had to get away. 

Chan hit the door and Jisung jumped off, gasping. 

“Shit,” he whispered. He was sure Chan had heard that, hell, even the front desk must have heard that.

He bolted.

“Hi, hyung,” Jeongin said the moment Jisung was out at the front desk again, he was talking to the security guard. “Are you done?”

“Yeah,” he said, clearing his throat. He had no way to conceal his erection, but no one seemed to be focusing on him enough to care. 

Minho and Seungmin were talking, so close together it seemed like they were in their own world and couldn’t care less about Jisung’s hard dick. And Jeongin, even when he had waved at him, was still talking to Changbin, giggling; he looked a little annoyed, too. 

“So, are we going?” Jisung asked when Jeongin didn’t say anything else to him for a few seconds. 

“Okay, hyung,” Jeongin answered. The hyung carried a sort of teasing tone that Jisung was pretty sure wasn’t meant for him. 

Once they were outside, the cold air calmed Jisung down a little, but he knew Chan’s muffled sounds would live in his mind forever. 

“I may start working there,” Jeongin said when they took the bus.

Jisung turned in shock. That completely made him forget about his little ‘incident’ with Chan for a while.

— — —

“I can’t believe you let Innie join a club of depravity and-!”

“I didn’t do anything! And it’s not a club of depravity!” Jisung shouted back at Hyunjin. The whole cafeteria was looking at them and Jisung had started thinking that he and his friends should start talking about things at their apartments instead. 

“You took my little Innie to a feeding den, and now he’s missing the first period to get his blood tested! So he can be a blood bag.”

“That’s offensive!” Jisung shouted back. “They are workers, not blood bags, and-!”

“I’m an adult,” Jeongin said, sitting next to them. He was still holding the cottonball to his arm, making Hyunjin almost faint. Felix had gone with him, just in case, and he looked far more smiling and less concerned about it than Hyunjin.

“We will get the results this afternoon!” he said, taking Hyunjin by the shoulders and making him sit. Around them, the ten students who had been looking started to turn back to their own conversations.

“I’m sorry,” Hyunjin mumbled, then he looked at Jeongin. “I don’t think you’re going to be a blood bag, I’m just worried, Innie. Sorry.”

“I know, hyung.”

“And I’m sorry, Jisung. I’m a little overprotective,” he said, looking at Jisung and pouting.

“You, mother hen,” Jisung joked, taking the hand Hyunjin was tending him.

“So are you going back today? You could take Jeongin there again, to give them his test results,” Felix said.

“Again? So soon? It’s only been three days, I’m not even hungry.”

“Aren’t you? I can’t imagine going three hours without eating,” Jeongin answered.

“Well, it's different for us. I can go… a month without eating.”

“A whole month? But vampires usually feed weekly, they taught us that,” Hyunjin said, squeezing Jisung’s hand. 

“I know, but… I don’t want to go weekly.”

“Oh. Are you not crushing on Chan anymore?” Felix asked, twirling the straw of his iced coffee. 

Jisung got instantly red and tried to hide by drinking his coffee.

“Oohh. You are. You’re scared he’s going to think you’re creepy, right?” Felix said then.

“I-! Yeah… Isn’t it weird? Like, going back because I have a crush on him, even when I can wait a whole month without feeding?”

“Didn’t he talk about there being regulars? I’m sure he will be very happy to have a regular,” Felix reassured him.

“I don’t know…”

“And you also almost came last time-” Hyunjin started.

“What does that have to do with anything?” Jisung whisper-yelled, launching forward to cover his mouth with his hands.

“Well, if he didn’t kick you out because of that, maybe he likes you back?” Jisung looked at him like he had lost his mind. “What? If I worked at a restaurant and a customer grinded his boner against me, I would kick him out!” 

“It’s not the same! It’s normal for vampires to get… excited while drinking and humans do too because of the poison!”

“What?” Hyunjin yelled, turning to Jeongin and instantly forgetting everything about Jisung.

Hyunjin got on his knees to try to prevent Jeongin from going to the den to hand in the papers that afternoon, which was serious business because the cafeteria’s floor was the most disgusting thing Jisung had ever seen. 

Felix smiled at Jisung, and Jisung knew that there was a conversation about crushes, going back to the den, and much scarier things waiting for him when he came back to the apartment with his roommate.

But he didn’t have to wait that long to decide if he wanted to see Chan again, because right as Jeongin was pushing Hyunjin back to his feet, Jisung saw Chan coming in through the cafeteria door.

“Hide me!” Jisung shouted instantly, throwing himself under the table. Everyone was so shocked that it took them a while to react, but Felix, always the helpful, unquestioning friend, was quick enough to get on Jisung’s seat and hide him with his body before Chan passed through their table to get to the counter.

“What the hell?” Jeongin whispered. Luckily, Chan hadn’t met him yet, so he hadn’t stopped to say hello to him. “Why are you under the table, hyung?”

“That’s Chan,” he said.

His three friends moved to look at Chan without any kind of subtlety. Jisung could almost hear their necks turning and all. 

“Stop looking!” he whisper-shouted from under the table.

“Damn,” Felix mumbled. “I get it.”

“Hyung-” Jeongin gasped, Hyunjin was right there, he-

“I get it, too,” Hyunjin whispered, nodding.

Jisung sighed. The rest of the day was spent either answering questions about Chan, like “Why is he so big?” and “How is he so big?” from Felix, or fighting with Hyunjin about Jeongin’s safety again and again. 

Felix would spend the night at Hyunjin and Jeongin’s after going with them to give Jeongin’s test results to the den, so that left Jisung all alone at their apartment, looking at the fridge while hanging on the open door. 

Bagged blood was nice. It was what had kept him alive during a whole year and a half (and a month) of being a vampire. But it… Well, it wasn’t Chan’s blood.

Chan’s blood had tasted like candy and felt like his first meal in years. It had been way better than the bag he had every three or four days. It had been better than any meal he remembered having as a human. Better than waking up on Christmas day to his first guitar under the tree.

It had tasted like he had found a reason to follow Chan around like a puppy for the rest of his life. 

 Jisung sighed. His toes were getting cold. The blood bags were calling to him anyway. He could have one, and maybe in two weeks, he could try to go back to Chan, and maybe he would be less embarrassing than the first two nights he had gone there. 

He ripped a corner off with his teeth and threw his head back. He usually drank them as if they were cough syrup. 

It tasted even worse that night. He spat it in the sink and looked at the bag's expiration date. It was okay, he was just being annoying about having tasted fresh blood for the first time, that’s what Jeongin would tell him, and he would be right.

He let the bag empty itself in the sink and threw himself on his bed, looking at the ceiling. 

Chan. Chan was so handsome and nice and he was funny and had that laugh that made Jisung’s hair at the back of his neck stand up on end and his arms get goosebumps, and he was… the hottest man Jisung had ever seen.

He had hoarded him on his lap like it was nothing, and let him kiss his neck and kissed his back. It was the first time anyone kissed his neck like that, while moving his hips under him, while Jisung drank their blood. 

And those few seconds against that door… Jisung wasn’t an idiot; he wasn’t stupid. He knew what Chan had been doing, touching himself right after Jisung left the room. 

He knew better than to think it was because of him. Chan had been worked up because Jisung hadn’t stopped grinding against him, licking at his neck, kissing it slowly. Anyone would get hard at that, right? Regardless of who the other person was, even if Chan was supposedly not affected by vampire poison, maybe he was by his, for some reason. 

But it was impossible not to think about the small, minuscule possibility that Chan liked him back. 

Jisung curled over himself, turning to lie on his side. 

It was impossible not to think of how big Chan had felt against him, how good his lips had been on his neck, how beautiful his moans sounded. Impossible not to imagine how Chan would have looked at the other side of the door, hurriedly getting his pants off, getting himself in hand.

The lube bottle, he had heard it. So Chan had lube lying around? How many times did he end up desperate, jerking himself off against the door after a customer left? How beautiful must he look, grunting and moaning, thinking about being inside them. Inside Jisung. 

 He was hard, Jisung realized. Of course. He was hard and alone, and whining pathetically as he touched himself, jerking himself quick and dry as he kept thinking of what could happen if he was a little braver and maybe had a shot of luck. 

He bit his lips and squeezed himself, thinking bout going back and sitting in Chan’s lap again and kissing his neck, but instead of biting, moving up to kiss him. He twisted his wrist and thought of Chan using his veiny hand to make his hips move in the way he wanted. He let his other hand caress his thighs, press his balls, and move lower to spread his cheeks and imagined Chan fucking him on his lap, as Jisung bit down his neck, letting the blood spill over in his mouth as Chan spilled inside him, bouncing him like a ragdoll. 

Felix opened the front door before he could come. His door was open and Jisung quickly got his sheets over him. 

“Already in bed?”

“Yeah.”

“I forgot to get my bag for tomorrow, so Hyunjin drove me back. Are you sure you don’t want to come too?” Jisung shook his head, humming a ‘no.’ “Alright, hey. It’s early still, maybe you should go to the den?”

“Yeah, I’ll think about it.”

Felix sighed with that sort of expression one uses when a friend is doing something dumb, then he pressed his lips together and left with a little wave that Jisung returned with a lazier one. 

After Felix left the house, he hid his face on his pillow and shouted.

He lasted three more days before he was back at the den. He used Jeongin’s first day of work there as an excuse to go back. 

And Seungmin and Minho were having none of it.

“So you came to sit on the couch and wait?” Minho asked, raising an eyebrow.

“I- If Chan is available…”

“So you came to feed, then?” Seungmin said.

“Ah, no. I came to escort Innie,” Jisung answered, begging them to make fun of his word instead of them pressing the issue.

“So you’re staying here, sitting on the couch.”

“Yes. But if Chan’s available.”

“So you came to feed,” Seungmin repeated.

“Okay,” Jisung muttered, knowing he wouldn’t end the circle otherwise.

“Nice,” Minho answered. “You got a discount today because last time you only used half your time. Great news, right?”

“I guess? Thanks.”

“None needed,” Minho answered, smiling like a cruel kitty. 

Jisung was led inside once again, and that time, when Minho opened the door, Chan was sitting on the couch instead of getting up to welcome him like he had done the other times. 

He looked like a king on a throne.

“He’s back,” Minho announced. Chan nodded. 

Jisung was already running over all the reasons why Chan could be angry at him. Of course, there would always be the almost-murder, then, there was the sexual assault, then- Chan smiled at him when he came in, so maybe it all was just in his mind.

“Hi,” Jisung whispered.

“You’re back,” Chan said, calling him over. Chan had never been so… serious with him, so dominant. It felt weird. “I thought you had changed blood bags.”

“It’s not respectful to say-! Ah, sorry,” Jisung cleared his throat. “I’m-”

“Sit,” Chan interrupted, patting his lap. 

Jisung blushed hard. He swallowed and clutched his messenger bag before taking it off and putting it down on the floor, not daring to turn his back on Chan, who looked more like a predator than he did. 

Chan raised an eyebrow, looking at Jisung’s slow steps and Jisung hurried up, hooking a leg over Chan’s and sitting on his lap, perching his hands on his shoulders.

“I didn’t change… anything. I haven’t eaten since last time,” he confessed, his voice as soft as he could manage.

“Why?” Chan whispered, sounding a little more vulnerable as he brought Jisung closer, hiding his face against Jisung’s shoulder. 

“I… I didn’t want to drink bagged blood,” Jisung mumbled. He could feel Chan’s soft breath against his shoulder, and his pulse was like drums rumbling in his ears. He had never been hungrier. He knew he could go a month without eating, but he had never really gone more than two weeks without eating (when he was too lazy to get new bags). “But I didn’t want to come back,” he added, shamefully. He was sure that Chan could feel it, the hunger and the want, the double need that Jisung had been bearing since the last night at the den.

“Am I not tasty enough?” 

“What? No!” Jisung got Chan’s face off his shoulder, and the way Chan was looking at him… 

Fuck. 

It was mesmerizing. 

Big watery eyes, agape mouth; he looked like he was begging. 

“So will you bite me tonight?” Chan asked, as if he were the one yearning for it and not Jisung. 

Jisung nodded. How could he not? 

Chan tilted his head, and Jisung blinked. He wanted to bite him, really wanted to taste him again, and even more so after Chan asked for it. But there was something else he wanted to do too. 

He had to do it, he thought as he grabbed Chan’s face like he had done before, tilting him back to look at him. He had to do it, and if Chan hated him after, he could always stand under the Sun without protection until he was turned into Jisung roast. 

Chan's breath was getting quicker as they looked at each other. Jisung felt his hands trembling.

“Sorry,” he said just in case before pouncing forward, kissing Chan so hard that he was thrown back, hitting the back of the couch. But Chan kissed him back, grabbing his ass and pushing him higher so he could properly lick at his open mouth and bite at his soft lips, and Jisung was moaning and whining on his mouth in seconds, already grinding down on him. He had been so worked up since he had seen him for the first time that he felt like he could explode.

“Sung-” Chan whispered, making him roll his hips. “Yeah,” he grunted, making him move again. “Like- Yeah like that, baby.” Jisung whined. “You like it a lot when I call you baby, right?” Jisung hummed, grinding on his own. “Bite me, Sungie.”

Jisung did, down on Chan’s shoulder, where he had been hiding his face, pulling Chan’s silk shirt to the side only enough to be able to do so. 

Chan groaned; it had clearly hurt, but he pressed Jisung’s head down and his hips up and Jisung couldn’t do anything but suck.

He felt feral. Having Chan’s blood back in his mouth was enough to make his pupils blow and his mind go blank. Chan grabbed his hair and pulled him back with a harsh yank the moment he tried to deepen the wound.

“Bad boy,” he mumbled, making him bend his neck as he kissed his Adam’s apple. “Do you want me to kick you out again?”

Jisung whined, suddenly nothing but a puppy.

“No, please,” he mumbled as Chan licked up his own blood, sliding down Jisung’s throat. 

“Behave,” he said before letting go of Jisung’s hair. 

Chan was angry. Jisung could feel it even in his state. But it wasn’t because of the bite, like Jisung thought, but because he hadn’t come sooner. Because for a week Chan had been left thinking if he had, once again, not been enough way too soon. Because, after a week, Jisung had confirmed he wanted his blood first and maybe him later, as a price for Chan. 

  Jisung took a shaky breath and looked at Chan, at his frown and his squared jaw, and he bent to kiss him, ignoring the open wound for a moment as he tried to get him to smile again, to let out those silly giggles and call him a baby, a good boy. 

But Chan was still frowning, and Jisung was worried that the wound was going to be a problem, so he dipped to lick at it and Chan tsked, holding in a thought and a few tears. 

Just when he was about to push Jisung away, to tell him he better look for another human, Jisung moved away from the closed wound, and Chan realized what he had done, not fed from him but healed him. 

“Can I?” Jisung asked, taking Chan’s face between his hands again. 

Chan smiled a little, but he pouted before he nodded. 

Jisung knew he had to taste too much of blood, too iron-y. He had hated the smell of blood before becoming a vampire, and he wasn’t sure how Chan was dealing with it, but his frown was slowly going away as Jisung licked his tongue and clung to his mouth like it was his life force, so he supposed it was okay. 

When Chan moved back to get air, Jisung gave him a little peck before he kissed down his neck again, around where he had first bit down. 

“Be a good boy,” Chan whispered. “It hurts there.”

“I’m sorry,” Jisung apologized. He was pouting, batting his eyelashes, hoping it would make Chan stop being mad at him, even when he kind of liked it too. “Can I bite you somewhere else, hyung?”

“Hyung?” Chan mumbled back. 

“Can I call you hyung?” he asked embarassed. He had been calling Chan ‘hyung’ in his mind since after his first successful feeding, but of course, he hadn’t asked the real Chan for permission. 

Chan giggled, then nodded. 

“You can bite my neck again; it doesn’t hurt that much. Or…” Chan’s voice trailed off and Jisung hummed in question, interested in Chan’s preferences. “You could bite somewhere softer, but you have to behave.”

“I will! I will, hyung. Wherever you want me to bite, I will, and I promise to behave,” he said, almost putting his hands together to beg. It made Chan chuckle again, louder than before, so Jisung put his hands together and tilted his head as he repeated. “Please, please, please.”

“The chest is… is a good option too. I’ve heard.”

Jisung’s mouth dropped open.

“You’ve heard,” Jisung repeated, Chan’s words ringing in his ears. He didn’t even have enough brainpower to think of something else to say.

“The others… they have told me it feels nice… I don’t know. I have never offered anyone before.”

Jisung swallowed, then he nodded.

“Do you want to try? Can I try? Can I-”

“Yes,” Chan answered, looking away, blushing. 

Jisung licked his lips, then swallowed before he looked down at his own hands as he tried to unbutton Chan’s shirt. He was going to bend down when Chan got his chin up.

“Be gentle,” he said. “Here,” he added, moving Jisung down to the part on top of his nipple. 

Jisung looked up. His heart was beating too fast, which wasn’t good for a vampire, his doctor had told him. He licked his lips and finally kissed the point Chan had brought him close to. 

Chan let go of his chin and rested his arms over the back of the couch as Jisung scraped the surface with his fangs, just enough to get a glimpse of how sensitive that part of Chan was before he sank his fangs in.

Chan whinced, but didn’t move. Even when he had never been bitten there, he was used to being bitten and knew the best he could do was stay still. 

Jisung took his fangs out of the wound, letting the dribble of blood flow down Chan’s chest. 

“Sung?”

He followed the trail down with his eyes, cupping Chan’s chest as it fell over his nipple. He kissed under it, getting the blood that had fallen over, and licked his way up slowly, making sure there was not a trace left behind as he licked around Chan’s nipple, leaving the tiny bud perky and shiny with his saliva. He kept moving up to the original wound, small enough that it was healing already, and right next to it, he bit down again.

Chan’s hand flew to his hair, keeping him still over the new wound, making it so he couldn’t take his fangs out so quickly. Jisung whined, almost forced to feed as Chan shushed him.

“Behave. Be a good boy, yeah?” he whispered. Jisung’s cock throbed. 

He behaved. Sucking softly at the wound, gripping Chan’s waist to not lose his balance as he scooted outwards to be able to grind on Chan’s thigh as he kept the wound open, swallowing his saliva so Chan wouldn’t get mad that it closed again. 

He looked up and saw Chan looking down at him and he almost came right then.

“You can’t help it, hm?” Chan whispered, caressing Jisung’s hair as he stopped pushing him against his chest. “You’re humping me like a dog.”

Jisung whimpered, stopping his shallow thrusts against Chan’s leg. It made Chan giggle, and his chest moved with it, making Jisung almost bite him again. He kissed the wound instead, licking it closed as Chan ruffled his hair. 

Before Jisung could ask for permission to bite again, Chan’s hand went down between them as the other one pushed him forward. 

“Here,” Chan whispered as he opened Jisung’s pants and palmed his hard cock over his underwear. “Better?”

“Chan-” Jisung whined, a broken thing as he hid his face against Chan’s chest. Chan kissed the top of his head. 

“You’re so wet,” he whispered, making Jisung’s ears ring with embarrassment. 

Chan didn’t seem to mind. He rubbed the top of Jisung’s head over the underwear, making more precum leak and form a clear wet patch around it, even darker than before. Chan started to jerk him off over the underwear, stroking the shape of Jisung’s cock and stopping to thumb or pinch at the head each time.

Jisung was a whining, moaning mess, chanting his name over his chest as he bit him again and again, never sinking his fangs, just leaving marks like a lover would. 

“Chan- please- please, Chan-” he started to beg, trying to grind his hips against Chan’s hand to get him to move faster.

“What do you need, baby?”

“Chan, please, take them off,” he whimpered, getting a hand off Chan’s nape, where he had been bracing himself to try to get his own underwear off. 

It wasn’t possible, but while whimpering, he could get his dick out, leaving the underwear to press under his balls. 

“Sungie,” Chan moaned, sucking a mark on Jisung’s neck as he hurried him up, getting his hand around him. “What a beautiful tiny thing,” he whispered. 

Jisung would have kicked him in the face in anyother situation; he wasn’t tiny. He was, however, beautiful, and he somehow liked the way Chan had said it; it made him twitch as he tried to cover his face once again. But Chan didn’t let him, kissing him as he rubbed his thumb over Jisung’s slit, making him whimper in his mouth, the kiss uncoordinated and messy, tasting of blood.

“You too-” Jisung whispered, dragging Chan’s lip before kissing him again, not letting him answer. 

Chan got himself out, too. It was as difficult as it had been for Jisung, but once his dick was out, Jisung grabbed both their cocks together.

“You’re too big-” he whined, annoyed because his hand would comfortably wrap around both of them.

“I’m sorry?”

“Hm,” Jisung protested, but he started to stroke them both and sucked on Chan’s tongue, scraping it a little with a fang. He felt bad for a second, then the blood hit his tongue and he moaned, sucking on Chan’s tongue as he sped up his hand.  

He had been leaking so much that the slide wasn’t difficult, but Jisung liked it a little wetter; so, when Chan threw his head back, closing his eyes and letting Jisung properly jerk them both off without the distraction of a messy kiss, he spat on both their cocks, it was a little bloody, but he was sure Chan wouldn’t mind, his eyes still closed when he whined at feeling of the spit dripping down his cock. 

Chan cradled his nape again, bringing him down to kiss him again, lazily making out as Jisung kept stroking them together. It felt so good, and Jisung had been on edge for weeks. He wasn’t even embarrassed when he felt his orgasm curling in his stomach after a few strokes. 

He gasped over Chan’s mouth, bent his neck to bite down at Chan’s shoulder, trying, really trying, and failing, not to pierce the skin there as he thumbed at his slit one last time and came and coated Chan’s dick with his cum as he moaned his name. 

He tried to keep going for Chan, but he was having full-body shivers, trembling in overstimulation as he whimpered and panted on Chan’s shoulder. He tried to kiss him again, but could only whine over his mouth.

“It’s okay, it’s okay, baby,” Chan whispered against his abused lips, moving to kiss his cheek. “Let go of yours, yeah? Easy,” Chan said, moving his hand to peel Jisung’s fingers off his softening cock and pressing Jisung’s hand to his, wrapping his around the other side. “Like this, baby,” he added, kissing Jisung’s tear-stained cheeks. 

It felt better. Jisung started to breathe more consistently as Chan set the pace, only using his hand as half of an improvised fuckslevee as he thrusted his hips up, making Jisung bounce with the movement. 

“Shit- Sungie-” he grunted as he came, shooting further than Jisung had, pinching his cockhead and giving himself a few more strokes after. 

Jisung couldn’t let go of Chan's hand, holding his softening cock as he buried his face against his neck. He felt sleepy and hungry, and he wanted to satisfy both needs with Chan. 

So he bit down, Chan groaned, but he didn’t peel Jisung away, let him drink until he felt full and even more sleepy. 

“Can I-”

“I’ll call you a taxi, yeah? Let’s clean up first,” Chan whispered before Jisung could finish. 

Jisung nodded, and Chan sat him on the couch. Jisung had never noticed that one of the mirrors was also a door to a little bathroom. Chan came out with a warm towel and cleaned up Jisung before tucking him back in and making him go to the bathroom to wash his hands properly, then he called him a taxi and accompanied him to the entryway.

“Ah yah… don’t-” Minho started the moment he saw both of them, but Chan looked at him in a way that made him clench his mouth shut. He sighed instead, shaking his head as he reorganized some papers.

“Jeongin?” Jisung muttered, suddenly remembering.

“We’ll send him home after, don’t worry,” Minho answered.

“Who’s Jeongin?” Chan asked.

“The new worker,” Minho told him.

“My friend,” Jisung said at the same time.

Chan nodded. He got Jisung outside, waving at Minho. 

“So… see you next week?” Chan asked as he opened the taxi’s door for Jisung. 

Jisung looked at him for the first time since Chan had opened the door out of the room. He was still feeling sleepy, but he had thought Chan hurrying him out of the room was his way of letting him down easy, so he was surprised when Chan asked that, and his energy was back.

“Yeah!”

“Alright,” Chan smiled. “See you next week then, Sungie.”

“See you, hyung.”

— — —

Jisung was there the next week, and the week after, and he became Chan’s first regular. 

Chan would let him feed off his neck or his chest, or, once, off his bicep. And sometimes they would end up grinding against each other, or with their hands clumsily shoved down the other's pants, but sometimes they wouldn’t, and Jisung would just kiss around Chan’s bite mark and lap it closed. No matter what they did, at the end, Jisung would awkwardly say goodbye and leave until the next week.

One week, Chan told him he wouldn’t be there the next one.

“Oh? Some holiday?”

“Kind of. I have a big project for university,” Chan answered, he looked awkward as if it was a taboo to talk about anything outside that room. 

Jisung swallowed. 

He had seen Chan around at uni a few more times. Once pulling Felix on top of himself and against a bathroom door (that opened and made both fall to the floor) just so Chan wouldn’t see him. He still found it kind of… ‘stalky’, to go to the same uni as Chan. 

“Ah, I see! What do you study?”

“I’m majoring in music,” Chan said, squinting his eyes a little. 

Jisung cleared his throat. “Oh? That’s- That’s nice!”

“Yeah, what are you-” 

Jisung couldn’t tell Chan what he was doing for uni, because that would surely make him connect the dots; he didn’t need Chan to connect shit.

“So, you won’t be here next week? I… I will just wait for you.”

Jisung interrupted, looking at him from half-lidded eyes. He hoped Chan could see what he was trying to tell him: he wouldn’t go to another one, he would wait for him, only him.

“I can always give you a bag,” Chan answered, playing with his own fingers. Jisung liked it so much better when he toyed with the loose threads at the holes of his jeans or spun the ring on Jisung’s finger; he liked it much better when Chan was touching him in any way. 

“A bag? You do that?”

“We can do that here at the den, but I have never done it before… no one has… taken such a liking to my blood.”

“I can still wait,” Jisung quickly answered. He pressed his thigh against Chan. It had been one of those weird days when Jisung only fed, kissing around the bite, and dreaming of going up to kiss Chan’s lips but failing in the try, and both had been sitting side to side for half an hour already, too shy to do anything, too wanting to move away. 

“Ah, you don’t have to-”

“I- I like your blood,” Jisung whispered. “But I like drinking from you better.” 

It wasn’t perfect, Jisung should have said, but I like you better, but he hadn’t, and it was too late to backtrack.

“You can try. I don’t want you to go hungry,” Chan smiled, putting a hand on Jisung’s knee. 

Jisung looked up at him, and Chan's smile wasn’t big enough to show his dimples. That annoyed Jisung. 

But then Chan’s expression changed again, and he was swallowing, and moving forward, a hand on Jisung’s neck, cradling his ear, thumbing his lobe as he tilted his head. 

It was a chaste kiss, a contrast to last week when Jisung had moaned his name on his mouth until he came on his hand, but it was perfect.

A week later, Jisung was playing with a bag of blood in his hands, keeping it warm after microwaving it. 

“Are you going to make a creepy necklace out of it?” Felix asked.

“What?”

“Isn’t it Chan’s blood?”

“Yeah, it is. Why would I make a necklace out of it?” Jisung asked, frowning.

“You know, ‘so he’s always with me’ type of shit.”

“You’re so fucking weird, Lix, I’m glad you are not a vampire.”

“I have one of Hyunjin’s blood,” Felix shrugged. 

“You and Hyunjin aren’t even together!”

“Neither are you and Chan, right?”

— — —

Some weeks, he would feel weirder than others about only seeing Chan one time a week. Those were the worst weeks, the weeks he wished he had Chan's number. 

He would see things that reminded him of Chan from time to time and he would snap a picture and show him the next week before feeding, sitting on that couch in that liminal room. 

Chan would laugh and show him something that had reminded him of Jisung, too, but he was a little less enthusiastic about it and a little more shy. 

“I could give you my number,” Chan said after a month of just that. “I mean- So you don’t have to keep all those pictures taking up space in your phone for the whole week.”

Jisung was pressing ‘add new contact’ before Chan could finish, nooding so hard he could have snapped his neck. 

They started to talk almost daily. It started with Jisung sending the pictures to Chan, and then it just evolved. 

But then, when Chan would walk into the uni cafeteria or turn a corner to where Jisung was on campus, he would still hide, because one thing was that Jisung had his number, but being in the same uni… it was creepy. 

Even more so now that Jeongin worked at the den too, it was as if Jisung was trying to be close to Chan in any way possible. 

So he kept hiding and texting Chan about a cute bug he had seen or a museum of natural sciences exhibition he wanted to go to, hoping Chan would take the bait and take him there.

But Chan never did, only waiting patiently for each of Jisung’s weekly visits, knowing Jisung didn’t see him like that. Jisung was a cute little guy who had found good-tasting blood and the promise of a handjob whenever he felt like it, and he was entertaining Chan with his texts. That was it. Chan got it. So he wasn’t going to push his luck and ask him out on a date, what if Jisung giggled and said something like ‘but we see each other a lot already’? 

So Chan waited patiently for those unscheduled weekly dates and so did Jisung. 

But one Friday night, when Jisung walked in, he found Seungmin tending the desk, sighing and looking at a picture of Minho. 

Jisung frowned.

“What’s going on?”

“Nothing? Good night, Jisung,” Seungmin answered, as if Jisung was the one acting weird. 

“Alright? Can I see Chan tonight?”

“Ah, no. Sorry.”

“What? Why not?”

“Because he’s off today. He’s gone out.”

“He’s- he’s out? He didn’t tell me.”

Seungmin shrugged.

“Do you want to see someone else?”

“No. Wait, is Jeongin here?” Jisung asked.

“No, he’s out with Chan.”

“What the hell-”

“And Changbin.”

“Why?” 

“I can’t tell you,” Seungming shrugged again. 

“Okay, cool.”

Jisung got out of the den. So Chan had gone out without telling him on the day he always came to feed? 

It was okay, it wasn’t as if Jisung made an appointment or something, and they weren’t ‘real dates’ or anything. But they had been talking just that morning, like every morning, he could have said something, it would have been… nice. 

Jisung sighed. It was cold.

Maybe a drink would do him good. He wasn’t going to go looking for Chan or anything, he was just going to sit down and calm down and maybe call Jeongin and make sure that he was okay, and if he happened to be with Chan and could tell him what Chan was doing- if Chan was doing okay- that would be great too. 

And maybe he was stupid, and in love, and hungry, and that was why at the first club he got into, he got a little too tipsy a little too quick. 

He couldn’t stop thinking about Chan, about him leaving for a party without telling him, standing him up. 

He tried to dance, but he felt too shy to go to the dance floor, and too stupid to ask for another drink when he had seen the way the waiter looked at him after the last one. 

A man grabbed his waist, pulling him down on his lap and giggling too close to his ear. Jisung tried to scream, but a hand covered his mouth, and when he turned to hit the asshole, he saw the soft spiky hair and dimpled smile that had him in the bag from day one.

“Chan,” he whispered when Chan instantly let go of his mouth.

“What is a cute thing like you doing here alone?” 

Oh, Chan was drunk too, drunk and happy, instead of drunk and miserable like he was.

“You left me alone, you weren’t at the den,” Jisung pouted.

“Oh? Oh! I’m sorry, Sungie, it got later than I thought- Jeongin had a problem with a customer, and we- Changbin wanted him to feel better- I… I was dragged along.”

“You don’t seem ‘dragged’,” Jisung said, still pouting.

“I’m sorry, baby,” Chan whispered, pouting too. 

Jisung looked at him. The way Chan’s eyes shimmered under the LED lights of the club, the shadow his nose cast, the plumpness of his lips, and over it all, the way he was looking at Jisung. Like he might feel the same too, like he would like to be lost scrutinizing his features, like he looked at his phone every five minutes on weekdays, hoping the other would have found an excuse to talk to him. 

“You’re handsome,” Jisung whispered then, bending to kiss those pouty lips. “You’re so strong,” he kept talking, kissing Chan again as he grabbed his arms. “I want you so much. Sorry if it is creepy.”

“Jeongin-” Chan whispered instead of kissing back. “He is around, he can see-”

So what? Jisung wanted to shout, pout, and thrash, take Chan by the collar. Did he like Jeongin? Was that why he had gone out partying with him instead of waiting for Jisung? Had Jisung not been clear enough? Had he been too cowardly?

“I love you,” he said. 

Chan's eyes widened. He grabbed Jisung’s waist again and made him stand.

“You’re way too drunk, Sungie. Let’s get you home.”

“I don’t want to go home!” Jisung stomped. He knew it was childish, but he felt childish; he felt like he needed to throw a tantrum to be heard. 

“Okay, okay,” Chan came closer, taking Jisung’s hands. “So where do you want to go?”

“Yours,” he whined, looking up at Chan from half-lidded eyes.

“Mine,” Chan whispered. He squared his jaw for just a moment, but even drunk Jisung was attentive to all of Chan’s microgestures. “Alright, Sungie. Do you want to go now?” Jisung nodded. “Alright, let’s get a taxi, I’ll text Changbin, okay? I won’t tell them you were here.”

Jisung frowned, but he nodded even when he felt disgusted by Chan wanting to keep him as a dirty little secret.

About ten minutes later, they were inside the taxi, and without the strobe lights and the musk of alcohol and sweat, Jisung felt a little more relaxed, and when he lay his head on Chan’s shoulder, Chan didn’t move, petting his hair until they were at Chan’s.

Jisung didn’t remember much after that, just Chan taking his shoes off and offering him some pajamas, waiting outside the bathroom to let Jisung take a quick shower and change. 

He remembered him grabbing Chan’s wrist, asking if they could sleep together, Chan starting to form an excuse, himself whimpering a little, crying, and making Chan give up and nod. 

He woke up alone, though, with a bloodbag on the nightstand.

“Morning,” Chan whispered the moment Jisung walked out of the bedroom. Jisung breathed again. Chan was sitting on the couch, working on his laptop. “Did you have the blood bag?”

“I- No,” Jisung whispered. He had hoped that Chan would look at him and not hate him for being pathetic, that he would offer his blood then, but he didn’t. 

“Take it, it’s good, it has extra vitamins and medicine for your headache.”

“How do you know I have a headache?”

“You were drunk on an empty stomach yesterday.”

“And whose fault is that?” Jisung mumbled. He had wanted to be nicer and more graceful, smile at Chan and tell him that he could get his own medicated blood himself and leave, but he felt pitiful.

“I’m sorry,” Chan smiled, putting the laptop down and going to Jisung. “Come here,” he said, hugging him. “We went out in a hurry because a customer was an asshole to Jeongin, and Changbin got a little… too angry. And he wanted to do something to clear Jeongin’s mind… and his.”

“Seungmin said you had a free night.”

“I didn’t, they gave it to me so I would keep an eye on them.”

“But you left with me.”

“You seemed very upset. I didn’t want to leave you alone, Sungie.”

“I’m sorry,” Jisung pouted. “I… I did some stupid things yesterday. Said them too,” Jisung was pushing his fingers together and his knees were giving in. Chan would have laughed at that any other day. He had commented on his ‘anime-legs’ already a few times, making Jisung blush, but that morning he ‘aw’ed at him instead, tapping Jisung’s shoulder, leaving his hand there and squeezing it. 

“It’s okay, Sungie.”

“But why were you worried that Jeongin would see us?”

“Ah, I thought you didn’t want your friends seeing me.”

“Why?”

“Because I’m only a person you feed on?”

Jisung thought about it as he held Chan’s gaze. He knew what he had said the day before and he knew it was stupid to double down on it if Chan was trying to avoid that, but he needed to try one last time before never going back to the den.

“I- well, I also… I think I’m pretty obvious about liking you when I fed on you.”

“Ah, but that can be… You know… the feeding?”

“What are you implying?” Jisung frowned, stepping away from Chan. “That I’m a slut? That I would get hard for anyone if I’m feeding?”

“No?” Chan answered, frowning too, deeper, confused.

“Good!” Jisung spat. “Because you get hard too!”

“Yeah, I do.”

“And you aren’t even affected by the poison! So what? Are you a slut or- Oh.” Oh. “Do- do you like me?”

“I thought that’s pretty obvious.”

Jisung started blinking rapidly as Chan looked down, embarrassed.

“I-”

“Sorry, you’re my customer. I shouldn’t have- I should have told Minho and Seungmin to find you a different person and dealt with my feelings alone. I was irres-”

“I lo- like you too. I really like you.”

“So why do you keep hiding when we found each other in uni?”

“I thought you’d think I’m a stalker?”

“What?” Chan laughed. “Why would I think that?”

“I will explain later. Can we kiss now? I really want to kiss you.”

Chan smiled. He stepped forward and got his hands on Jisung’s puffy cheeks. 

“I don’t know, can we?” he whispered.

Jisung was left gaping, about to punch Chan for his suddenly terrible joke, but then Chan kissed him, giggling over his lips as he pushed Jisung back until he was against the wall. 

“All this time,” Chan muttered against Jisung’s lips. “Almost going crazy.” Jisung hummed at him, trying to get his hands under Chan’s hoodie. “And you liked me back,” Chan mumbled. 

“Who wouldn’t?” Jisung answered, looking at him. Chan's smile tingled and Jisung grabbed his neck, bringing their lips back together. 

“I’m going to devour you, Sungie,” Chan was quick to say, pressing himself between Jisung’s legs and grabbing his hips, upping him against the wall. Jisung welped and wrapped his legs around Chan. “Going to eat you full.”

“Am I not the-”

“Ssh.” Chan kissed him again, dragging his lips with his teeth. When Jisung licked at his, Chan sucked on his tongue and let his get scratched on Jisung’s fangs, making him whine. 

Jisung was lost on the taste of the droplets of blood falling on his tongue after what he deemed way too long. He was lost enough to not notice Chan walking them to the room, or the soft impact on the bed; blinded by the flavor until Chan stopped kissing him to kiss at his neck, making him moan softly until Chan bit down with enough strength to leave a mark, making Jisung whimper and yelp.

“Not nice!”

“Yeah? You don’t like being bitten? Almost six months of you marking all my body-”

“Not all of it,” Jisung answered. Chan bit down again, stronger than before, a little lower, closer to Jisung’s shoulder. He had slept in his underwear, so there was no barrier for Chan’s teeth. 

“Brat. Six months and I thought you only wanted me for my blood,” Chan answered, licked at the perfect mark of his teeth on Jisung’s neck, he wished he could tattoo them, mark Jisung’s pretty skin forever. 

“Well, I thought you only wanted me for my money! Stop biting!” 

Chan smiled, dragged his teeth alongside Jisung’s honey skin until he was over his chest and bit down again, not as strongly, but more than a noble, Jisung welped again, grabbing Chan’s hair and pulling him back. 

Chan’s neck bent back, the perfect strong marble column tensed, his veins protruding more than usual, and Jisung felt his fangs aching, his mouth dropping open, his nose scrunching. 

“Come on,” Chan mumbled. 

Jisung launched forward, attaching his mouth to Chan’s neck, bending it to the side as much as he could, almost throwing Chan off on his back but keeping him close with the extra strength he never used. 

Chan let out a sigh the moment he felt Jisung sink his fangs, melted in his arms when the blood started to flow, a mess, falling over his t-shirt, seeping out of Jisung’s mouth. Jisung tried to follow it, pulling on Chan’s collar to lick the path down.

Chan shushed at him and took his t-shirt off, and Jisung forgot about the bite, grabbing Chan’s pecs and kissing both before he dragged his teeth over them, his fangs leaving red parallel lines down both of them to Chan’s nipples, both shimmering after Jisung sucked on them. 

Jisung tried to push Chan down, but Chan didn’t let him, instead making Jisung lie on the bed himself.

“What a waste,” Chan mumbled, shaking his head. “Look at me.” He opened his arms and Jisung tried to get up again, but Chan pressed a leg against his chest, making him lie down and grab the leg against his chest. “Down, beast.”

“No-”

“No?”

“Not a beast.”

“What then?”

“Baby.”

Chan smiled. He pressed his leg against Jisung’s chest, more of a caress than a threat, and slid it down against his crotch. Jisung was so hard already, always so hard for Chan. 

Chan bent over him, his leg between Jisung’s, and pressed a kiss to Jisung’s chest. Then, he pushed his head to the side to kiss his cheek instead of his lips, and moved up to his ear.

“My baby,” he whispered, and Jisung shook, almost combusting. “My pretty baby, yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“Lying there for me… Hungry and needy.”

“Chan-”

“What do you want, baby?” 

“Fuck me, Chan.”

Chan took in a deep breath, but the one surprised was Jisung. He had never been fucked or fucked anyone, or done anything more than what he had done with Chan, so the words coming out of his mouth were almost a shock, but as he thought for a moment about telling Chan that, actually, he wasn’t sure about that, he realized that he was, he really wanted Chan to fuck him, had wanted it forever.

“Are you sure, baby?” Chan asked anyway, bending over to kiss Jisung’s shoulder softly before waiting for an answer.

“Never been more sure,” Jisung answered, taking a deep breath. 

Chan smiled and kissed his shoulder again, giving him a sort of corona floral around the shoulders, passing over his neck from one to the other.

“Chan…”

“What?”

“You aren’t fucking me.”

Chan choked on his own saliva.

“Do you have any other place to be, baby?”

“I’ve been waiting long enough,” Jisung said, pouting.

“Have you done this before?” Chan asked, raising an eyebrow.

“No…”

“So let me make you feel good, okay?”

Jisung humphed, but he nodded, smiling when Chan stopped kissing around his shoulders to kiss him again, his hands caressing Jisung’s arms and squeezing his muscles slightly but enough to make Jisung whine in his mouth.

“Such a whinny thing…”

Jisung tried to protest, but Chan bit his lip, dragging it out and making him swallow his words. Then, Chan licked his lip better, and slowly dragged his tongue over his fangs again, splitting it open in the middle, wincing at the pain, but not stopping. 

He moved up, amused by the way Jisung followed him with his mouth open and tongue out, seeking his blood. 

Chan looked down and let the blood fall on Jisung’s mouth, pressing his chest down so he wouldn’t crawl all the way up to him. When the pain felt like a little too much, he bent down and let Jisung suck and lick at his tongue, closing the wound as he moaned in his mouth and tried to hump the leg between his. 

“Such a good boy,” Chan mumbled against his lips, kissing down his mouth to his neck, his heart-shaped adam’s apple and down his sternon, under his chest and up to lick at a nipple, leaving it just a tint redder, and down again before going to the other one, sucking on it until Jisung was wincing under him, trying to get some more friction. 

He kept going down until his face and not his leg was between Jisung’s legs, and smiled when Jisung's instinct, the moment he felt Chan’s breath over his clothed cock, was to close his thighs around his head.

He shushed him and pulled his legs open. Jisung’s cock twitched at the display of strength, the ease with which Chan had put him where he wanted him.  

And then Chan’s mouth was on his cock, mouthing at it over Jisung’s day-old underwear.

“Chan-”

“Don’t worry, baby, my fangs aren’t as sharp, hm? I won’t hurt you.”

“I wouldn’t hurt you either,” Jisung pouted, looking down at Chan’s thick lips pressing kisses all along the length of his cock.

“Yeah? We can try later.” Jisung’s cock twitched, the idea of having Chan in his mouth… Chan didn’t need to know he had shoved his fingers in his mouth one too many times, thinking of just that. 

Chan tapped his hips, made him raise them to slide his underwear off and kiss the tip of his leaking cock. 

Jisung lost any train of thought, forgot every word that wasn’t Chan’s name as Chan licked down his shaft and up before getting just the tip in his mouth, sucking lightly, looping his tongue around it and licking the precum directly off Jisung’s slit before getting more of it in his mouth. 

Jisung tried to keep his hips still, but he didn’t need to. Chan got him down to the hilt without even stopping, then he looked at Jisung and blinked a couple of times, trying to act cute.

“Hyung- that’s- that’s too much.”

“Why?” Chan whispered, letting go of his cock. “It doesn’t feel like too much for me, Sungie. I can take it all, see?” he said, swallowing Jisung again, making him raise his hips and grip the sheets as he started to bob his head.

“I’ll- I’m going to come, Chan. Hyung, please- Don’t want-”

Chan let go of him, smiling, gripping his thighs strongly, he pressed his legs up and kissed his thighs, then bit them as he had bitten around his chest. 

“I should have let you feed off my thighs, right?” Chan asked, shaking his head. “What an oversight.”

“I- It’s okay, hyung. I liked your neck- and your-” Jisung was really trying to think, it was difficult when Chan spread him open, liking a strip from his perineum to his balls, taking one in his mouth. “Everything.”

Chan giggled, the vibration making Jisung go mad. 

“So you don’t want my thighs?”

“I didn’t say that!” Jisung yelled, Chan laughed louder. 

“I was teasing, Sungie.” He kissed the base of his cock, pressing it against Jisung’s lower stomach, and moved down again. “Can I lick here, Sungie?”

Jisung nodded, took in a deep breath as he felt Chan’s tongue between his cheeks.

“Such a cute hole.”

“Hyung!”

Chan laughed again, kissed his hole and made Jisung clench it shut, which must have been really funny for Chan because he laughed even louder. 

“Here, suck on this, relax, baby,” Chan said, pressing his thumb against Jisung’s lips.

“I’m not a baby.”

“Oh, I thought you were, baby.” Jisung whined, but it morphed into a strangled moan when Chan lapped around his hole, hooking the tip of his tongue in. “You can bite it, yeah? Suck a little.”

Jisung took Chan’s wrist, pressed the thumb into his mouth and sucked at it as Chan sucked around his hole and tried to get his tongue deeper into him.

Chan dragged his blunt nails along his thighs and Jisung nibbled on his finger, enough to break his skin just slightly, not enough to feed from it, but when Jisung felt Chan’s thumb pulling on his hole as Chan’s tongue reached deeper, his bite became a real one and Chan winced. 

“Sorry,” Jisung mumbled, but he didn’t stop sucking. 

Chan smiled, kissed his hole, making Jisung blush. 

Chan kept tonguing at him, pressing his thumb or other fingers as he played with his hole, making a wet mess of it and a whining, moaning mess of Jisung, who, from time to time, would reopen a tiny wound on Chan’s thumb and lap it closed again as he moaned Chan’s name and clenched around his tongue when Chan spare his cock a few strokes.

When Chan looked up again, his lips and chin were covered in saliva.

“Do I get the lube, baby?” Jisung tried to nod, then tried to answer. Chan laughed. 

“Mean,” Jisung muttered, but he hiccupped in the word when he felt Chan’s thumb pressing against his hole again, his rim giving and the tip going in. 

It felt weird, it was already way too weird and Jisung couldn’t help tensing.

“Or I can make you come like this, yeah?” Chan said, taking his thumb out and kissing Jisung's inner thigh, then down and between his cheeks again, pressing a soft kiss to his fluttering rim. “Or I can blow you for real.”

“No,” Jisung dragged the word, got his hands all over Chan’s head and face, trying to fish him up. “Get- Get the lube. I want it.”

“Are you sure? It’s our first time and-”

“Hyung!” Jisung's eyes looked like those of a deer still, but it was clear that he had made up his mind. Chan went up and kissed him, and Jisung relaxed under the pressure of his body.

“It would be okay if you didn’t want it.”

“I want it.”

Chan kissed him again, smiled and kissed down his neck, leaving a big mark, way bigger than that time Jisung had been too careless biting him and Chan had to go around with a bruise for the next two weeks. Then, he got up to get the lube from the nightstand.

“Do you- hm-” Chan started to mumble. Jisung always found it extremely cute when Chan got shy and awkward. “You know vampires… don’t, you don’t get illnesses or like.. So-”

“Hyung, I don’t understand. Do I look sick or something?” Jisung frowned.

“I mean, I-” Chan took in a deep breath. Someday, if Jisung didn’t get scared before, he would get over his stupid fear of asking for what he wanted. “I have condoms, but vampires can’t get or give any illnesses.”

“Oh,” Jisung understood. “Oh- I- yeah- alright.”

“Alright?” Chan asked and Jisung was half-scared, half-amused by the glint in his eyes. He hoped he would have the time to get to know how much of a pervert Chan really was before he got tired of his awkwardness and bratty tendencies.

Chan took the lube and quickly returned between Jisung’s legs, taking off what was left of his clothes, but leaving Jisung time to look at him. 

Jisung was going to groan about that and tell Chan to turn around at least once for him, but then he heard the lube opening and he held his breath. 

Chan poured a little on his fingers, warmed it up before pressing a finger against him, slowly getting it in as he kissed around Jisung’s jaw and whispered soft words and shushed down his nervousness. Then, he started to play with his ear, licking around the shape, sucking his lobe, kissing and tickling it until Jisung was squirming, unknowingly letting himself be spread open on Chan’s finger. 

He was wet and messy already from Chan’s tongue, and a finger quickly became two when Jisung was relaxed enough, and then, as he moaned and scratched Chan’s back, Chan’s hot breath still in his ear, the two became three, curling very precisely into Jisung’s sweet spot. 

It made him a little jealous, knowing Chan was so good at it because he had practiced before, maybe, even when Chan had said he wasn’t partial to it, with some of his clients. It drove him a little insane, but Chan was his then, and he was lying on his bed, moaning his name as Chan prepared him for his cock. 

Chan was his.

“Chan-” Jisung whispered, took in a sharp breath when Chan’s fingers twisted, leaving his mouth open and the tip of his tongue out. “I’m ready.”

“Are you sure, baby?” Chan kissed his neck, making him shiver against the touch over his sweaty skin. “We can keep going a little more.”

“No,” he dragged the word. “Chan, don’t be mean, I want…”

“Hm?”

“Want you now.”

“I’m here, baby.”

“Idiot.” Chan laughed, taking his fingers out, and Jisung pouted, but then he realized that Chan wasn’t moving. “Chan, don’t make me say it…” 

“Oh, I am making you say it, baby,” Chan teased, kissing his neck again, then going for his ear one more time. 

“Stupid,” Jisung whined. He would have crossed his arms if Chan wasn’t between them; instead, he kicked his legs up and around Chan’s hips, pressing him down and making him groan at the feeling. 

“Baby, we have all night…”

“It’s almost summer, nights aren’t that long anymore,” Jisung came back.

“So you better hurry up,” Chan kissed against his neck. 

Jisung swallowed, he waited for a little longer, hopping the feeling of Chan’s cock between his checks, big and weighty, wasn’t just affecting him but Chan, and he was right, because Chan started to move, grinding between his legs, letting his cock almost catch on his hole, but a few minutes later, as Chan kisses his chest, he was still unhurried, and he was about to kill him. 

“Chan, fuck me, please,” Jisung moaned, got his hand between them to grab at Chan’s cock. “Put it in me, fuck me, hyung.”

“God, I thought I was dying,” Chan mumbled, kissed Jisung deep as he let Jisung try and align him with his hole, when Jisung’s tiny hand succeeded, Chan let out a deep breath and pushed in slowly. “Okay, baby?”

Jisung hummed, tried to answer, but couldn’t. It was too big; he felt way too full, like he would rip. It didn’t hurt, but it didn’t make the feeling less real. The pressure was constant and he felt like Chan was going deeper than anything was ever supposed to. He was too focused on that to hear his sobs and moans, his small hiccups as Chan went deeper and deeper, kissing his cheeks and whispering if they should stop, asking if Jisung was okay. 

“Okay,” Jisung would answer from time to time, clawing deeper into Chan’s back. 

“It would be easier if you rode me.”

“Shut up,” Jisung mumbled back. He hadn’t wanted to say that directly, but tell Chan that he was too tired and scared for that, that it seemed scarier than letting Chan fuck him slowly; thankfully for him, Chan seemed to understand and finally pushed the last centimeters in, grabbing a handful of the pillow as he did.

“Sungie, baby,” he muttered, his lips a soft tickle against Jisung’s neck. “So tight.”

“Your fault,” Jisung whined. He squeezed around Chan’s cock, just to try and see if he could, and Chan groaned, so he did it again.

“Stop it.”

“Hm? Oh… too much for you hyung?” Jisung teased, but Chan didn’t answer, instead he moved back and then in again, leaving Jisung breathless, his eyes clenched shut and his mouth wide open.

“Try that again?” Chan teased back.

“Sorry,” Jisung muttered. “Again?”

Chan looked at him, held his cheek and kissed him slowly as he did it again, stating a soft rhythm that had Jisung begging for more quite quickly and once he started begging, forgetting to be a brat, it was over for both.

Chan had never wanted someone so much, and Jisung’s moans of more and faster and the moment were he would just chant his name went directly to his groin, he knew he wouldn’t last long, and Jisung, as Chan fucked him perfectly, making him bounce upwards on the bed and arch his back to be closer to him and forget about the leaking mess that was his cock, knew he wouldn’t either.

So it wasn’t a surprise, but still felt like one, when Chan grabbed his cock and thumbed at his head and Jisung came all over himself, whining and shaking and biting on Chan’s shoulder, the blood making him go cross-eyes as he finally feed properly as Chan kept fucking him into overstimulation, but he was way too gone on the blood to be able to ask him to stop or move away in anyway. 

“Sungie- Sungie, I’m going to come.”

Jisung looked at him, took his fangs out and let his head fall on the pillow again, his mouth open and his lips dripping blood. Chan just needed that look, to know that so much of him as already inside Jisung to thrust one last time deep into him and come. 

Chan fell into his arms, careful not to hurt Jisung, and Jisung was quick to latch onto Chan’s shoulder again, not caring that Chan was still inside him, already drunk in his flavor. 

“Sungie, stop that,” Chan whined when he started to feel weak. “Sung,” he tried again. He pushed on Jisung’s face. “I’m never fucking you again.”

Jisung dropped back to the pillow, deer eyes open and begging already. 

“Sorry,” Jisung pouted. “I’m sorry, Chan.”

“Alright, alright.” Chan rolled to the side.

It was quiet for a short while, both looking at the ceiling. From time to time, Chan would move his eyes only and look at Jisung licking his blood from his lips, and he would feel his soft cock trying to fill up again. 

He tentatively extended a hand on the mattress, and Jisung turned to look at it and got on his side.

“So, do you like me?” Jisung asked, his words soft as he let his hand slide into Chan’s.

“A lot.”