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In the centuries Seokjin and Yoongi have lived, one thing has remained constant: fledglings are extremely unpredictable, especially when unsupervised.
Taehyung and Jeongguk were no different.
The elder vampires had dealt with many unruly fledglings in the past, but these two have tested every limit.
Ever since their turning, the coven has been forced to take multiple measures to keep them apart. Containing Taehyung in the west wing, with Jeongguk residing in the east. Schedules were staggered to avoid contact. Chaperones rotated when the two needed to be in the same room.
Even with said precautions, the atmosphere thickens dangerously when both occupy the same space. Jeongguk’s gaze would lock onto Taehyung's jugular from across the room, fangs aching behind his lips. Taehyung’s eyes darkened with raw predatory hunger when the younger fledgling entered the space, like a starved animal ready to pounce.
The coven watches them closely now, exchanging tight, wary glances when the two are close. The tension was so thick, you could taste it.
There’s no way we can leave them alone… not until we can get their bloodlust under control, Jin thought through their bond, exhausted.
Jinnie, there's no way to know how long that will be… Jimin replies wearily. It could be weeks, maybe years…
Jimin’s right, Yoongi adds, his voice low and controlled. This could be a longer period than we expect, and we need to go on a hunt tonight.
Sitting in the living room, they feel the weight of the diminishing blood supply bearing down on them.
Jin brings his hands up to his head, rubbing at his temples. With two insatiable fledglings feeding frequently, they might not last another day without hunting. Running out would be detrimental not only to the fledglings but to the coven as a whole.
All five vampires would be leaving two needy fledglings alone for the entirety of a hunt.
— - —
Before the coven could leave, Seokjin set the two fledglings down. Taking a slow breath, his shoulders tensing before he addressed them.
“I need you two on your best behavior tonight,” his voice tense. “That means doing nothing that we wouldn’t approve of. We will be returning in an hour. I trust that you can control yourselves for such a short period of time?”
A pause settles over the room. Jeongguk’s wide eyes meet him as he nods obediently, looking like the epitome of innocence. Taehyung, however, held Seokjin’s gaze steadily, calm on the outside but with that mischievous and disobedient streak sparking in his eyes.
Everyone in the coven knows who will break first. Jeongguk might struggle with controlling his thirst, but Taehyung will do whatever he wants when he pleases.
Just outside the front door, the other members of the coven continue their conversation through the soul bond.
You think they will be able to behave? Hoseok questions, feeling skeptical.
Oh, I give them 10 minutes before they are on one another… Jimin replied with a smirk, moving to sit on the steps. You remember how bad Joonie and I were… You and Yoongi had to keep us locked in different levels of the manor for two weeks.
But that actually worked, Yoongi dryly chimes in, leaning against the railing. Nothing seems to calm these two down…
Maybe feeding on each other could help them… Namjoon calmly mentions. They only act out when they are around each other. It might be what they need.
No one argues with him. All four of them are sitting on the porch, waiting for Seokjin to finally step outside.
He turns back a final time, his expression tight, his hand resting on the door handle.
“I’m serious, you two… behave.”
— – —
It’s as if time stops when their coven leaves their property for the hunt.
The two fledglings moved to opposite sides of the dimly lit living room, trying desperately to obey their sire’s requests.
Well, one of them at least…
Jeongguk tucked himself in a corner, but Taehyung’s scent had already found him. The sweet, intoxicating, metallic smell he has been craving since turning. It hits him like a drug, flooding his senses as his throat burns and cock starts to throb in his pants.
This is impossible… He thinks to himself, arms crossed over his chest. But Hyung smells too good…
Quickly grabbing a random philosophy text off the bookshelf beside him, he sits down in a crimson lounge chair pretending to read. Words on the page blur as he feels Taehyung’s eyes burning into him. When he glanced up, he immediately realized his mistake.
Taehyung was staring at him like he was prey, dark eyes now crimson, lips parted enough to show the tip of a white fang. The look alone sends a fresh wave of heat to Jeongguk’s cock, making him squirm in his seat.
Fuck…this is going to be a lot harder than I expected with him looking at me like that…
Jeongguk could hear Taehyung’s breathing grow deeper, shallower, more deliberate. Gripping the book so hard, he nearly rips it apart when his fangs throb. He brings a hand to his mouth, rubbing hard at the spot, only to worsen the ache.
“Fangs hurting?”
Taehyung’s voice broke the silence, dripping with desire as he looked him up and down.
Brain short-circuiting, Jeongguk gives a slow, shaky nod, finding it hard to speak. He knew what Taehyung was going to suggest they do. Heat pools in his stomach at the thought.
“We can’t,” Jeongguk whines, struggling to get the words out.
“Oh, but we can.” Taehyung smirks, looking away for a second before locking back onto Jeongguk, the hunger in his eyes more pronounced. “It’s not like the hyungs will know what we did…they aren’t here.”
Whatever Jeongguk was planning to say dies in his throat, his throat burning. His breathing comes in quick gasps as his fangs throb harder. A whine escapes his throat, his hands shaking, causing him to drop the book.
Taehyung gave him that pitying yet condescending look that always made Jeongguk’s stomach twist. “Just give in, Jeongguk…” his voice dropped an octave, testing the youngest’s fraying composure, “It’ll make you feel so fucking good…”
Something in Jeongguk just snaps.
He was moving across the room in a blur, book discarded, before he realized what he was doing. Taehyung met him halfway.
They stood inches apart for a second, eyes locked, chests heaving. The air between them felt charged and thick, full of months of pent-up hunger. Neither made an attempt to speak.
“Gguk-ah are yo-“
Taehyung didn’t get to finish.
Jeongguk crashes into him, mouth slamming into him in a needy and violent kiss. His hands fisted in Taehyung's shirt hard. Nearly ripping it apart, still adjusting to fledgling strength. It wasn’t a kiss; it was all teeth and snarls, desperate and feral.
A hiss escaped Taehyung as Jeongguk sank his fangs into his lower lip. Hot, fresh blood welled up instantly, spilling over and rolling down his chin. Jeongguk lets out a greedy, wrecked keen as he licks at wounds like he was starving. Sucking hard to taste more of that sweet, metallic blood he had been craving. The taste of his blood travels straight to his cock.
Taehyung growls as he pushes the younger vampire backwards until they fall onto a nearby couch. Jeongguk gasps as he lands on his back. Taehyung was back on him in seconds, settling between his spread thighs and biting back. Fangs nipping at Jeongguk’s swollen lips. Blood starts to smear across their lips and chins, dripping onto their white shirts and the white couch beneath them.
It was messy. Their once clean shirts were already soaked with crimson, the fabric clinging to their chests. The room reeks of copper, sweat, and desire.
Jeongguk made a strangled noise when Taehyung slowly ground his clothed cock against his, pressing down hard. The drag of their cocks through their pants makes Jeongguk arch off the couch with a broken moan.
Had he still been human, he would have embodied the color pink. Instead, he could only open his thighs wider, chasing the feel of Taehyung’s cock against his like a bitch in heat.
Taehyung breaks the kiss for a second to breathe. Strings of crimson saliva and blood connect their lips. Jeongguk tries to chase his lips, whining when Taehyung leans out of his reach.
Jeongguk looks like the pinnacle of sin beneath him. Big doe eyes glazed over, lips swollen, blood everywhere, the slight pout. The sight goes straight to his cock.
“Look at you…” He starts, breathing ragged, his voice thick with arousal. “So fucking needy already…”
He rolls his hips against Jeongguk, even slower, making sure the younger can feel every inch of his hard cock. How affected he is by Jeongguk, how badly he’s wanted him for months. Jeongguk whimpers at the friction, hips jerking to meet him, pulling harder on Taehyung’s ruined shirt.
Taehyung pulls Jeongguk’s hair, exposing his pale neck, leaning down to drag a fang against his pulse point. Pride enveloped him when the younger tried to tilt his head to further submit, begging to be bitten.
“Hyung— please..” He whined, grinding his hips up, seeking more friction.
Smiling as he leans down, Taehyung drags his fangs over his pulse point, but never breaks the skin. Instead, giving the spot a slow, teasing lick, ghosting over his claim mark from Seokjin. Making Jeongguk shudder, as his eyes rolled to the back of his head.
“You want me to bite here?” He murmurs, voice heavy and mocking. “Want hyung to feed from you while I split you open on my cock?” Starting to slowly increasing the speed at which he is grinding against Jeongguk.
Unable to speak, the younger vampire nods, a needy whine escaping his throat as he attempts to match Taehyung’s pace.
A dark chuckle rumbles in Taehyung’s chest, hovering over the spot for a second longer before coming back up. Looking at Jeongguk’s drying blood, then his innocent, needy eyes. “Aww, that’s too bad…”
Before Jeongguk can complain, Taehyung surges back up, connecting their mouths once more. His fangs immediately sink into Jeongguk’s now swollen lower lip, drawing fresh blood, suddenly picking up pace. He sets a punishing rhythm, making the drag of their cocks even more addictive than before.
Jeongguk moaned loudly into the bloody kiss, his thighs beginning to tremble as he wrapped them around Taehyung’s hips, doing his best to keep up. Blood spilled between their mouths, dripping down Jeongguk’s chin. Adding to the mess they had previously made, too aroused to care about the ruined shirts and upholstery.
Fuck…I want more…I need more, Jeongguk thinks to himself, the taste of Taehyung’s blood and the grinding making him so hard it hurts. Why can’t hyungs be gone for longer…
The couch begins to creak beneath them from how hard they are rutting against each other. Pre-come now leaking out of his cock, making the slide of their clothed cocks even more overwhelming.
Taehyung's bloody hands grip his face, smearing blood everywhere, as Jeongguk nips at his lip a final time, nearly cumming at the taste of their combined blood.
“Wai- F-Fuck-...Taehyun-g! S-s..low down!” Jeongguk pants into his mouth, the grinding sending him to the edge. Taehyung growls back as he doubles down, hips snapping harder and faster, reveling in the gasps and moans the vampire below him makes.
Jeongguk cries out with a broken moan just as the door opens.
He comes hard, eyes squeezing shut, hips jerking against Taehyung’s as he spills into his pants, his entire body spasming. His orgasm washes over him, right as he registers the coven watching them.
Mortified, he immediately hides his face deep in Taehyung's neck, unable to face them. His hips still twitching from the aftershocks, a small, embarrassed sound escaping him, as he feels their eyes on him and Taehyung.
Taehyung, on the other hand, smiles at his coven mates with hooded, lust-filled eyes. “Oh hyungs… didn’t think you would be back so soon…” Giving a final lazy roll of his hips against the ashamed vampire below him.
The silence that follows is deafening.
Jimin and Hoseok stand there dumbfounded, Hoseok’s mouth hanging open while Jimin tries and ultimately fails to conceal his smirk.
Jimin turns to Seokjin, still grinning, “I told you they couldn’t be left alone…” Pointing at the tangle of limbs on the couch.
Seokjin’s eyes rake over them, ruined blood-soaked shirts, the smeared blood on their faces and necks, and the dark blood stain on the couch. He lets out a long, exhausted sigh, taking a step closer to the couch.
“Now what did I tell you two before I left?” he scolds, pacing back and forth as he crosses his arms. “And you managed to stain the couch too…”
Jeongguk whines pathetically against Taehyung’s neck, the shame consuming him.
Taehyung stroked the younger vampire’s head lazily, still looking too happy with himself. “We were hungry…and we all know that Jeongguk is messy when feeding.”
“We heard everything through the bond. Every moan. Every bite. If we had taken 20 minutes longer… the two of you would be fucking and feeding from each other on this couch.” Namjoon says calmly, disappointment filtering through the cracks.
“Please, we wouldn’t have fucked on the couch, now a be-” Taehyung’s bratty comment was quickly cut off by Yoongi pulling the two fledglings apart.
“You both are in so much trouble. Starting now, you will not be left alone. If we have to go on a hunt, either Seokjin or I will stay behind.” He says coldly.
Now on separate sides of the couch, Jeongguk will not look up, opting to stare at his feet, similar to a scolded child. His face burned with the shame of being caught breaking the rules. On the opposite side, Taehyung leans back casually, unbothered as if he isn’t half-hard in his pants.
He glances at Jeongguk before looking back at his sires, with a dangerous smile.
“It was so worth it.”