Venus had rejected them and Minho couldnât help but to think that maybe he was the problem. Heâs had something going on with Xavier, for years. So, why would he choose to tell them both to duck off, now? Obviously, he wanted nothing more than sex from him. Why else would he reject the offer of dating them both? He couldnât see why he wouldnât want Xavier other than the fact that Xavier wanted them both and not just Venus. He felt as if Love was some foreign concept that he would never truly understand. It would be putting it nicely, to say that Minho was a wreck.
Heâs spent the past couple of days locked away in his tiny apartment, avoiding all contact with Xavier and Venus. Theyâd be better without him anyway. Why even try? But today was even worse. Today was Valentineâs Day and he was lonely and all he wanted was to be wanted. Which is what brought him to Augustâs front door. His best friend. He was the one person that he knew wouldnât turn him away. Not even today. He knocked on the door, just needing to be held. To be touched. To feel something other than this unbearable fucking heartache.
âAugust. Itâs me. Please, be home.â He pleaded, from outside of the door.
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Minho stared down at feline like eyes and he swore he could have cum from the sight, alone. Venus was beautiful. He wasnât conventionally beautiful. He was small and soft but yet so fierce. His eyes made him think that maybe he had been a cat in his past life. And those lips. They were so soft and yet that held so much power in them. The way he worked his mouth over his throbbing cock had him ready to risk it all, for him.Â
Minho began to thrust his hips, harder, forcing his cock down the older vampireâs throat, knowing that he could handle it. Itâs not like he really needed to breathe, right? Minho knew that he was close. He hadnât really been having sex, to enjoy himself, aside from when he was with Xavier. So, this was still a fairly new concept, to him. And god, was Venus good with his mouth. That and just the sight of him being able to swallow around his cock was enough to get him off, easily.
âFuck, Iâm close, Venus. Pull off, unless you want me to cum down your throat, yeah?â
Xavier wasnât 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 wouldnât end up good.Â
His stomach sank to his knees and he sniffed, biting back his sobs as he slipped little fingers into the pocket of Venusâ dark jeans. The keys were cool in his trembling hands and he found himself taking deep breaths trying to calm his nerves. âWhich way,â he asked, fear in his fake blue eyes.Â
He went in the direction Venus motioned in, beginning to swiftly walk to the otherâs 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. âVenus, baby, I donât think I can drive,â he whimpers looking at Minhoâs limp form in the elderâs 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.
âI donât want to die.â He whispered, letting his head fall back to rest on Venusâ shoulder. His eyes glanced over as he watched Xavier walk towards the other manâs car. They were going to help him. They wouldnât let him die. Not like this. Heâd have some explaining to do, later. He had to let Xavier and Venus know about each other. He didnât know how he would do it but he would break it down and let them know that he cared for both of them.
But for now, he just had to live. He had to fight though the searing pain of the bullet that was lodged into his back. He thought that things like this wouldnât hurt as much, as a vampire. But there was something wrong and he knew it. The pain was spreading to his right arm until he couldnât even dream of trying to move it. âHurts...â He breathed out before his eyes fluttered closed, his breathing steadying out.
August listened, slight confusion passing over his face. It was a lot to take in from his friend. A friend that had changed so much, but, nevertheless, August was still there for him. Killed, shot, two boyfriends, it was a lot to take in. Even though he already knew the first part. That was apparent by Minhoâs red eyes and fangs. âTwo boyfriends? Who?â he questioned, âAnd I think⌠thatâs how? But itâs more youâre all dating each other. And all fuck. But like, if only two of you fuck, itâs okay too, because youâre all together. I guess?â he shrugged. He wasnât sure. He had never had that issue. âYouâre not a shitty friend. Youâve been incredibly.. busy. With your two boyfriends,â he teased, sending a wink his way before shrugging. âWorking. Training doctor stuff. I uh, bumped into my ex recently. The one of five years. Uh, Iâm fucking a coworker. A doctor, doctor. Not a learning, baby doctor like me. Oh, and Iâm also fucking another friend. But, I did meet a cute girl. Iâm thinking about adopting a cat. Name him Hippocampus, but his name is Hippo. Thatâs all that is new.â
âIâm not even sure if we are? I just feel like maybe we are? I mean, they both killed a lot of people when I got shot. They took care of me and I like them both and they like and then I found out they like each other.â He sighed. âDonât be mad. But one of them is Xavier. Well, you knew him as Seyeon, back when Iâd talk to you about him. You know, the ex that turned me because he couldnât bare to lose me?â He smiled, sadly. âI still love him. I tried to distance myself but it hurt to much. The other one is called Venus. Heâs...older. Like way older. But heâs beautiful. They both are. Well, you know what Xavier looks like. Venus is so pretty, Hyung.â He gushed. âHeâs like a moody emo type but he can also be a bit sweet. Heâs such a sub. Itâs so cute.â He smirked, pulling out his phone and showing him a picture of Venus. âSee, gorgeous, right?â He groaned a bit. âI want to go back to school but I donât think Iâm ready yet. And then I have to try to be human. Nobody is going to want a vampire doctor. Also, tell me about these people youâre fucking and the girl you met. And fuck your ex. He can kick rocks.â He growled, hating what his ex had did to him. August didnât deserve that. âYou would name your cat Hippocampus...nerd.â
August sat in the library, glasses perched on his nose and a coffee in hand as he read quietly. The library was quiet, too quiet for some. But perfect for August. Some might think he was crazy for coming to the library, of all places, on his day off. But it was what he enjoyed and it was the easiest place to catch up with his friend; Minho. Given, it hadnât been too long. Well, it probably had been at least a month. They were both busy, especially August, what with his residency and such. He was always exhausted after work. He perked up whenever he flipped the page of his book, finally looking up. His eyes fell on Minho. âSo, update me with your life, I donât want to just sit here and read together. Tell me, anything eventful happening?â he grinned, setting his coffee to the side and leaning on his elbows. âStill working at that vampire club?â
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Minho smiled as he sat down across from the man heâd call his best friend. âMy life is constantly being threatened or taken away.â He spoke, over dramatically. âSix months ago, I was a wee little college boy, getting his first taste of ass then killed. Less than a month ago, I got shot. Now, Iâm just wondering when the next person is going to try and off me.â He shrugged. âOther than that, yes. I still work at the vampire club. I also think I kinda have two boyfriends?â He questioned. âIâm not really sure how it all works, honestly. Like do I just date them both and then they date each other and then we all fuck? Like, I never thought Iâd even get one man and now I have two smoking hot guys that want my dick.â He groaned as if his predicament was just so hard. âBut whatâs new with you, hyung? Did you miss me a lot? I was away for a while and then when we reconnected, I was pretty undead. Then I fucked off for a month. Iâm a shitty friend, right? I mean, I donât have much experience with friendships.â
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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. âWell, my ex was the only one to ever tell me that. And now you.â He spoke, honestly. He kissed him back, slowly, loving the feel of the shorter manâs 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. âHeo Venus? Thatâs sexy. Youâre so sexy.â He moaned as he kissed down the other manâs neck, keeping him pressed against the wall.
Minho watched Venus slink down to his knees and he swore it was one of the most beautiful things heâd ever witnessed. The way his cat like eyes stared up at him, he could have cum just from the sight alone. He loved how eager the older vampire was to please him. Sure, the people heâd used were just as eager but this was a while other ball game. No pun intended. Minho reaches down and ran his fingers through the, soft, black, strands of Venusâ hair and bit down on his lip.
âFuck, you look so pretty with your lips around my cock.â He moaned and let his head fall back, Adamâs apple bobbing and he swallowed. His head fell toward. He wanted to watch Venus. He didnât know if this would ever happen again and he wanted to engrave this sight into his memory. âI wonder if your hole feels as good as your mouth, gorgeous.â He smirked, hoping Venus would be okay with his next actions.
His hands ran through Venusâ hair before he held his head in place and began to fuck into his pretty mouth. âJust tap my thigh if you want me to stop.â He informed him and continued to rock his hips, cock moving a little deeper each time. âCan you fit all of me into your mouth, hm?â He pulled out and used his hand to rub the tip of his cock over Venusâs lips. âYou wanna deep threat me, baby? Can you handle that?â
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 didnât 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 wasnât 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 Xavierâs 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 heâd been lifted up but he wasnât paying much attention to who it was until he heard his voice. Venus. Heâd 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.
âIt hurts. It hurts so bad.â He cried, burying his face into Venusâ neck, trying to focus on him and not the pain. Thatâs when his mind flashed to the man heâd been trying to get to. âSeyeon...Where is Seyeon?â He cried, trying to get out of the other manâs arms. He thrashed around, trying to get to his other lover. âXavier?!â He cried out, eyes wide and panicked, looking for the smaller man. He looked up at Venus, eyes full of fear. He felt safe in his arms but he needed to know that Xavier was safe too. âYou have to help Xavier. Please, go help him.â He begged.
Venusâ eyes never left the younger vampire. Shamelessly, he watched him go about his duties, greeting the table again, fixing the drinks, and taking them. Simple acts, something that was part of his job, but still, something that he could inevitably watch him do. When the waiter returned to his table, Venus bit his lip, taking note of the rather, enticing (not entirely enticing, of course, as he could tell automatically is was definitely not fresh blood but still, nevertheless enticing) smell of blood coming from the otherâs lips. Which made him even more eager to get his lips attached to his.
He knew, really, this could get him fired. But really, Venus would simple offer a job at his cafe, if they were caught and fired. But for now, he focused on Minhoâs hand on his own and the way he eagerly pushed him against the door to close. He shuddered as lips ghosted over his skin, hand fiddling to find the lock of the door. He didnât need to see completely in the dark to still find the man in front of him gorgeous. âOh really, now?â A breathy chuckle followed the words, and the incessant teasing and growing hunger in the pit of his stomach and pants was enough to tug Minho down to properly kiss him. He was an inpatient lover at times, and who could blame him when his lips looked soft and his mouth smelled of blood?Â
The kiss only lasted for a moment, slow and gentle, but still hungry for more. âThen Iâm sure you know my name. But Heo Venus. Itâs nice to meet you, Minho,â he smiled, figuring it was a bit comical. When they were already this close and about to get even closer. âAnybody ever tell you youâre beautiful?â he breathed softly, hands trailing up to cup his face. âA gorgeous piece of art. Iâd love to sketch you one day,â he murmured, a promise that he was sure wouldnât be fulfilled if this was only a one night stand. Which, it probably was, because Venus wasnât too big to stay attached to people. He had his friends with benefits, and a soft spot for a little special someone named Xavier, but romance died for him in Dublin, Ireland, in 1993. âAnd Iâd love to taste how you actually taste. And not just the AB Positive blood you just downed,â he added, brushing their lips together again, this time, nipping lightly at his lower lip. âThough, Iâm not complaining too much about that.â
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. âWell, my ex was the only one to ever tell me that. And now you.â He spoke, honestly. He kissed him back, slowly, loving the feel of the shorter manâs 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. âHeo Venus? Thatâs sexy. Youâre so sexy.â He moaned as he kissed down the other manâs neck, keeping him pressed against the wall.
He began to grind against him, sucking bruises onto his neck. He loved to leave marks on his lovers even if heâd only have them for a night. He placed Venus back onto his feet and stepped back. âGet on your knees.â
Minho loved to take charge. As a human, heâd always been so submissive but now, he was calling the shots and he wanted to see Venusâ pretty lips wrapped around his thick cock. His hands, fingers long and skilled, worked over his button and soon had his zipper down. He let his jeans pool around his ankles and the erection in his briefs was very prominent. He pushed his briefs past his hips and let his cock free. âCome here, baby. I want that pretty mouth wrapped around my cock. Think you can do that?â He smirked, taunting him. His hand wrapped around his cock, stroking himself a few times. Head tossed back and mouth open, deep moans falling out as precum began to leak from the tip.Â
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Minho had spent the whole day dancing and drinking, to his heartâs content. The party had been much more than heâd expected. Plus, he and Xavier were on good terms. Heâd spent most of his time wrapped around his lover, stolen kisses making his breathing hitched each time. Needless to say, he was having an amazing time just being. He wasnât thinking about the past or how long his future was now going to be. This moment was all he cared about.
âIâm gonna go and get us more drinks.â He smiled at Xavier, pecking his lips before getting up. The line had dwindled down and the fireworks were about to start. Heâd never watched fireworks with anyone before and he was so excited to watch them with his lover. It was romantic and they were working on their relationship. No, they werenât back together but they werenât not together. It was difficult to explain to others but it only mattered that it made sense to them. Plus, he was starting to catch feelings for Venus. Theyâd been meeting up quite a bit, since their first time. He wasnât entirely sure who or what he wanted. But he didnât need to worry about that, tonight.
He got the drinks and started making his way back to Xavier. The fireworks started and he groaned. He wanted to be cuddled next to Xavier when they started. The fireworks were so loud and he didnât even hear the gunshots. Or maybe he had. Maybe the sound just blended? What he did hear were the screams and what he saw were bodies falling. The drinks were dropped as he ran towards Xavier. He wanted him safe and he wanted to be with him. He didnât know what was going on but he saw the people shooting into the crowds, not caring who they hit.
He felt the bullet pierce his side just as heâd reached Xavier. He yelled out, in pain, as his body fell right into his lover. Tears sprang to his eyes as the pain spread through his body. A whimper fell from his lips as frightened eyes stared at Xavier. âH-hurts.â He groaned and felt the blood as it began to soak through his sweater. Xavier had gotten him the sweater, at their three month mark. Now, it was ruined. He was angry at himself for thinking about a sweater when heâd just been shot. âSeyeon....â he cried, holding onto him.
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 didnât want him dead, he wanted him here with him, forever just like he planned.Â
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 werenât 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.Â
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 Minhoâs 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 wasnât the man he fell in love with and it was no oneâs fault but his own. âOkay,â 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. Heâd always found his lover to be the most beautiful person heâd 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. Theyâd 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. Heâd always taken pride in how tan he was. Where most had tried to avoid the sun and be as fair skinned as possible, heâd 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 wasnât physically pain that he needed to inflict.Â
The kisses started slow, lips trailing down his neck. âYouâre so beautiful.â He mumbled against his skin, still loving every inch of him. But his need for revenge was so fucking strong. His fingers ran down his body, dancing across his skin. Finally, his lips pressed against Xavierâs, kissing him so delicately it was almost as if he were afraid that heâd break. But that was farthest from the truth. He wanted to break him down just as far as heâd broken him.
âOh?â Minho hadnât expected the other man to be so bold. âYeah, just let me check on my table and make sure theyâre good.â The fledgling made his way back over to the table and was quick to offer them refills on their drinks. Normally, this would irritate him down to his core. However, tonight, he was fine with them ordering two more rounds. He took his time with bringing the table their refills. With a smile, he made his way back to the bar.Â
He was still starving and he knew that he had saved himself a blood bag. He quickly drank and wiped his mouth. There was no use in him trying to hook up on an empty stomach. He already had his nerves to worry about. Sure, heâd slept with many people. But they were all in order to feed. He lured so many people in, while he was on his own. Discovering that he was more enticing than heâd ever thought he could be. Taking a deep breath, Minho strutted back over to the cafe owner. âWell, my table should be good, for now. I know somewhere that we can get better acquainted.â He took Venusâ hand and led him to one of the lesser used storage rooms.
Once inside, he pressed Venus against the door, causing it to close. âIâve been wanting to do this, ever since I noticed you at the cafe.â Minho pressed against him, mouth ghosting over his alabaster neck. His tongue ran over his skin before he pressed a kiss right below his ear. âMmm, I wonder just how good the rest of you tastes.â His lips brushed against Venusâ, tongue darting out to slide over his bottom lip. âChae Minho.â
There was rage in Xavierâs eyes, pure and untainted rage. Minho had stirred up the part of him heâd manage to keep dormant for so long. He hated that underneath him was one of the only men heâd ever loved. One of the only men that could ever amount to, or surpass his ex husband. And he loved him, so much it hurt but Minho was so stuck in the fledgling rage that he couldnât understand that.
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 Minhoâs words in harmony, and the tell tale burning of tears in his eyes as he looked at the life begin to drain from Minhoâs 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 heâd always craved, the death he always wanted. Fearing he couldnât give him back the happiness he had when they were together.
As their lips touched, Xavier felt his tears drip onto Minhoâs skin, heâd 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 Xavierâs 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 loverâs eyes before releasing his neck just before the light completely vanished. âDonât do that again,â he said looking down at him, face streaked with tears, though he didnât remove himself from his lap.
Minho coughed, as the pressure was released from his neck. He blinked, slowly, before his eyes settled on the only man heâd loved. Although weakened, he fisted his hand into Xavierâs shirt and pulled him down into another kiss. He wasnât sure if it was meant to say thank you or if he just really wanted to feel his lips again. As a human, he always felt so alive when Xavier would kiss him. His lips moved lazily, as he tried to regain his strength. âBaby.â
His voice was rough, throat sore. That wasnât going to stop him from moaning against plush lips that felt like home. His free hand ran underneath Xavierâs shirt and pressed him closer. âIâm sorry.â He mumbled. He wasnât sure if he really meant it or not. He wasnât 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.
âLetâs try it again?â He spoke, softly. âThe first time didnât go as planned. Maybe, we can try again. Maybe, we could get it right, this time?â Theyâd had sex since Minho had turned but he was sure Xavier knew what he meant. Their first time wasnât just about sex. It was about making love. They were just two men who couldnât live without the other. He understood Xavier, now. He really did, but his emotions were so heightened that even the smallest sliver of anger burned like a wildfire.
The hours seemed to drag on as Minho waited for his shift to end. Working was a great way to take his mind off of his current predicament. He was hungry. He was so hungry that he was sure you could see it in his red orbs. He never bothered wearing contacts at work. They all knew what he was anyway. Hungry eyes scanned the crowd. He just waited on his last table and needed them to hurry up and leave. His eyes landed on a familiar face and he smiled to himself.
Victor? V-...he knew his name started with a V. Venus. Yes, like Sailor Moon. He giggled to himself at his bad joke. Before he realized it, his feet led him to stand right in front of the beauty. âI figured cafes and libraries were more your thing.â He smirked. His Greyish blonde hair was styled in a wavy look. He had just enough eyeliner on to give his eyes a pop. The swipe of gloss on his cherry lips finished off his look. Ripped black jeans hugged toned thighs while a silk blouse complemented his small waist as it tucked into the top of his jeans, first three buttons undone.
âI didnât really peg you as a club kind of guy.â He continued. âYou give me the brooding artist vibe.â He smiled, fangs catching on the lights. Sure, he still had a very deep love for Xavier. But did that mean he wasnât allowed to flirt with cute guys heâd met in cafes? Minho was single. He reminded himself every time he saw his pale, grey, skin. He missed how tan he used to be. His thoughts drifted to self tanners as he stood before the other man. He shook his head, dangling earrings shaking as he did so.
âI get off as soon as that table...â he tossed his head in their direction. â...leaves. Do you want to get out of here and have a bit of fun?â He offered. Minho was trying so hard to get over Xavier. Heâd never randomly hooked up with anyone without it being to feed. Minho was nervous but he seemed as cool as cucumber as his bedroom eyes came out to play. âWe could go back to my place?â
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The pureblood nodded, eyes scanning Minhoâs. There was moments like these where he could see where the life drained from them. Where he could tangibly see what heâd taken from him those months ago. How much more dead inside the turnblood looked. He sometimes missed warm skin, and beating hearts, flushing cheeks and brown eyes. He missed the intoxicating smell of the human blood that ran through Minhoâs veins and in these moments were when he hated himself for what he did the most. âI miss being your boyfriend,â he said honestly, though he couldnât quite meet Minhoâs gaze again.
He did remember, the moment he confessed to him, and Minho didnât 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 heâd 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 didnât 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 childâs play during sex, but now he really couldnât breathe, his cock twitching behind his athletic shorts and all he could do is smirk placing his own dead hand around Minhoâs thin wrist.
But his sexual desire was overturned by Minhoâs 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 theyâd laid together since could have been the end of him.Â
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 wouldnât 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. âDonât you EVER, in the rest of your LIFE, hit me like that again do you fucking understand me?!â He heaved, âI can end you at any moment and we both know that, I love you but donât fucking push me to my limits Chae Minho cause that would be the end of you, do you fucking understand me?â
Minho groaned as he hit the floor. The wind was knocked out of him and before he could regain his composure, strong hands were wrapped around his thick neck. He didnât struggle. Heâd wished death upon himself, for months, now. How beautiful would it be to die by the hands of the man you love? Well, die again. Minhoâs face was red, as the pressure became nearly too much. But he just stared back at him. He wanted Xavier to know that he wasnât afraid to die. He really had nothing to lose.
âDo it.â He choked out. Voice strained and barely audible. âKill me.â He egged him on. He grabbed onto Xavierâs face and pulled him into a searing kiss, despite his lack of air. He hated how much he couldnât hate Xavier. He wanted so badly just to forget about him. To forget about everything that theyâd been through. He wanted to forget every kiss and every touch. But that was a lie. That was the biggest lie heâd 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 heâd never really hate him. Those five months were pure torture.Â
Minho released Xavierâs face, strength slowly draining as Xavierâs 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 heâd probably just end up asleep for a while. As if Xavier would actually kill him.Â