Chae Minho

Xavier wasn’t sure what to do. Usually he was fine in high strung situations. Usually things rolled over his back and he found himself control of his emotions but his head was reeling. Things were moving so fast yet so slow all at once and he found himself faltering. Not to mention Venus, his current lover was holding Minho in his arms, and at the end of it all he knew it wouldn’t end up good. 

His stomach sank to his knees and he sniffed, biting back his sobs as he slipped little fingers into the pocket of Venus’ dark jeans. The keys were cool in his trembling hands and he found himself taking deep breaths trying to calm his nerves. “Which way,” he asked, fear in his fake blue eyes. 

He went in the direction Venus motioned in, beginning to swiftly walk to the other’s vehicle, one he knew well. The walk was agonizing, like no matter how fast he walked it was still light years before they reached the luxury vehicle, his hands still shaking, causing the keys to jingle and rattle in his palms. “Venus, baby, I don’t think I can drive,” he whimpers looking at Minho’s limp form in the elder’s arms. It was  dangerous thing to call him but Xavier had a habit of clinging to the feline-eyed vampire when things were too much, and Venus knew when it all became overwhelming just by looking at him.

Minho was slowly losing his energy. He whimpered as he held on tighter to Venus. Well, at least he thought he was holding on tighter. His grip had gotten looser, by the minute. His breathing was getting shallow and his eyes had began to flutter, slowly.  He mustered up all the strength to lift his head. He glanced up at Venus and his lip trembled.

“I don’t want to die.” He whispered, letting his head fall back to rest on Venus’ shoulder. His eyes glanced over as he watched Xavier walk towards the other man’s car. They were going to help him. They wouldn’t let him die. Not like this. He’d have some explaining to do, later. He had to let Xavier and Venus know about each other. He didn’t know how he would do it but he would break it down and let them know that he cared for both of them.

Heo Venus had just become the second person to ever call him beautiful. He knew that he had to be somewhat attractive, if people where suddenly interested in him. Maybe he should start believing it. “Well, my ex was the only one to ever tell me that. And now you.” He spoke, honestly. He kissed him back, slowly, loving the feel of the shorter man’s lips against his. He pressed him back against the wall and used his new found strength to lift him up and wrap his legs around him. “Heo Venus? That’s sexy. You’re so sexy.” He moaned as he kissed down the other man’s neck, keeping him pressed against the wall.

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The night, while busy with chatter, was quiet, in the tension. The air was light. Relaxed. It seemed impossible for something to be like that nowadays. There was always something wrong. Whether it was humans hating vampires, vampires hating humans, hybrids mixed into the mix, it didn’t matter. There was never a time where everyone got along. Tonight seemed to be the exception. Everyone was laughing, drinking, dancing. Venus was the only one near his tables, propped in a seat as he relaxed. He had allowed his employees to be free, chatting with just one, while the fireworks were being prepared.

And when they started, it wasn’t an immediate thing, but something Venus could pick up on instantly. In his 270 years, he had heard plenty of gunshots to decipher from fireworks. His hairs raised on end, and he stood. Eyes scanned the crowd, who were screaming. People were running. Bodies were falling. His heart jumped. Everything felt in slow motion as his immediate reaction was to run. It screamed in his head, the three letter word. Run. And for a moment, he was. That is, until his eyes caught sight of a certain two individuals; Minho (on the ground) and Xav (white pants covered in blood). And his heart immediately sank. He felt sick. Anger tore through him as well.

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Minho had only felt this much pain once in his life.That night when Xavier’s teeth sank into his neck, it hurt like hell. But it only got worse as the seconds passed. This was different. He thought that being a vampire meant that things like gunshots where like splinters. They hurt for a second but then you forget about them. But no. This was nothing like a splinter. The pain was getting worse and he knew that he’d been lifted up but he wasn’t paying much attention to who it was until he heard his voice. Venus. He’d been spending quite a bit of time with the older vampire and had grown extremely fond of him. He clung to his lover and whimpered.

He watched as Minho spat and sputtered back to life, his eyes slowly erupting with light once more, and his heart clenched and fell at the thought of him almost being gone at his hands. As much as he pitied his ex boyfriend, he didn’t want him dead, he wanted him here with him, forever just like he planned. 

He was pulled down for another kiss, deep and sensual in essence, trying to convey words both of them were too big of cowards to confess. Like they were pretending like just 6 months ago they weren’t happily in almost a year long relationship. Happy, loving, caring before Xavier let his own selfish desires fuel his actions. Baby. It was sinful how easy that one word could make Xavier forget the world existed, for get his problems never consumed him. Forget he was a murderer in every form of the word. 

Xavier looked at him, red eyes shiny with tears, pale face splotchy with emotions, he loved him more than he could ever imagine. There was nod, soft and hesitant, like a child scared to take the candy from an angry mother. His hands took Minho’s face, thumbs rubbing over his cheek bones as he stared at him. He was truly dead, the warmth gone, beautiful deep tan stripped away, chocolate eyes no more, and though he loved him, this wasn’t the man he fell in love with and it was no one’s fault but his own. “Okay,” he whispered quietly placing another soft kiss to his lips.

Minho whimpered and stood, pulling Xavier up and led him to the bed. Crawling over him, he took a moment to admire his beauty. He’d always found his lover to be the most beautiful person he’d ever seen. The way his lips always seemed to be begging to be kissed. His skin was also cool to the touch bu Minho had never been bothered by that. As a human, he was always a bit too warm. They’d evened each other out.

Now, they shared the same chilled skin. Underneath the fake tans, they shared the same cadaverous skin. He missed his sunkissed skin. He’d always taken pride in how tan he was. Where most had tried to avoid the sun and be as fair skinned as possible, he’d always been the opposite. Embracing his natural skin tone. Now, he was nothing but a pale corpse. He looked down at the man that made him this way. His mind flashed to a darker place but he knew how to hurt him. It wasn’t physically pain that he needed to inflict. 

Do it. It rang in his ears, over and over and over again, crackling and warping like a broken record. Kill me. His own voices in his head, joining Minho’s words in harmony, and the tell tale burning of tears in his eyes as he looked at the life begin to drain from Minho’s face, this could be the end, if Minho could have been killed like this. Sometimes Xavier thought about putting Minho out of his misery, giving him the death he’d always craved, the death he always wanted. Fearing he couldn’t give him back the happiness he had when they were together.

As their lips touched, Xavier felt his tears drip onto Minho’s skin, he’d caused him so much pain and if he could take it all away, small hands crushing his windpipe, he would. It was brutal, the kiss. It made Xavier’s heart sink and the thoughts of Minho never loving him again sauntered into his mind. He choked on a sob, pulling back watching the life almost drain from his lover’s eyes before releasing his neck just before the light completely vanished. “Don’t do that again,” he said looking down at him, face streaked with tears, though he didn’t remove himself from his lap.

His voice was rough, throat sore. That wasn’t going to stop him from moaning against plush lips that felt like home. His free hand ran underneath Xavier’s shirt and pressed him closer. “I’m sorry.” He mumbled. He wasn’t sure if he really meant it or not. He wasn’t even sure if he was referring to slapping him or kissing him. Minho pulled back from the kiss and opened his eyes, staring up at a man who could still have the power to make or break him. As much as it hurt him to see his own pale skin and his red eyes, he would hate it even more if he were to ever lose Xavier.

He did remember, the moment he confessed to him, and Minho didn’t understand why Xavier sat their, hands intertwined in tears, but it was that moment he knew what he had to do to him in order to keep him. In that moment he’d taken the darkest point of no return, but it was pivitol to their love surviving, though he may have lost him for good. Sure Minho sat in his lap, blond strands draping into his eyes. But he didn’t have him like he used to have him. He felt the pressure of large hands around his long neck, slowly pushing the oxygen out of his lungs, and he realized that Minho was getting much stronger than before. Before his chokes were mere child’s play during sex, but now he really couldn’t breathe, his cock twitching behind his athletic shorts and all he could do is smirk placing his own dead hand around Minho’s thin wrist.

But his sexual desire was overturned by Minho’s strange emotional change. He thought about snapping his neck? Minho was that angry that he wanted to kill him? The thought almost struck fear in his heart, all those times they’d laid together since could have been the end of him. 

The slap came hard, hard enough for Xavier to feel it, feel the force ringing through his jaw, causing him to prick himself on his own fangs at the sheer force of it. Anger bubbled up quickly and in one swift motion Xavier had Minho over his head then thrown to the floor with all his force, he knew it would hurt but it wouldn’t damage him. In the next second he was on him, hand wrapped around his throat a much more gruesome force than Minho could ever do enough to crush his windpipe but Xavier held back. He growled deep and guteral and his eyes glowed even behind his contacts. “Don’t you EVER, in the rest of your LIFE, hit me like that again do you fucking understand me?!” He heaved, “I can end you at any moment and we both know that, I love you but don’t fucking push me to my limits Chae Minho cause that would be the end of you, do you fucking understand me?”

“Do it.” He choked out. Voice strained and barely audible. “Kill me.” He egged him on. He grabbed onto Xavier’s face and pulled him into a searing kiss, despite his lack of air. He hated how much he couldn’t hate Xavier. He wanted so badly just to forget about him. To forget about everything that they’d been through. He wanted to forget every kiss and every touch. But that was a lie. That was the biggest lie he’d ever tell himself. Every touch and every kiss still lit his soul on fire. He was so irrevocably in love with Xavier that he knew he’d never really hate him. Those five months were pure torture. 

Minho released Xavier’s face, strength slowly draining as Xavier’s hands stayed wrapped around his neck. He smiled, blissfully, knowing this feeling. To be so close to death. It was almost euphoric. He let his eyes flutter closed, knowing he’d probably just end up asleep for a while. As if Xavier would actually kill him.