Iridescent

Wow, they are one bloody (literally) weird pair. This is some niche porno their doing right now. 

“Ah, I said it...” 

He hadn’t meant to say all of that out. 

Not that it really matters. When had he ever cared to filter his thoughts really? 

“In any case, I better taste nice to you, or I’ll slice out your tongue for that insult.” He snorts, wincing just the slightest when he swears he feels a blood vessel swell, then pop and burst under the pressure of the man’s fangs. Hell, he knew he was durable, but it wouldn’t hurt for the guy to treat him like a delicate flower once in a while right? (Not that he ever gave the man reason to believe that he’d want that.)

It’s a mess. They’re a mess. And Jaebum can’t help but think that he should be recording this mess in all of it’s glory. He wonders how Taekwoon would react to such a scene after the high has worn off. Would he wither and shrivel up? That’d be a sight.

Then Taekwoon climaxes, and ohohohoho ~ that smug feeling is back because Jaebum always has to be the best in everything. And he’d just bested ~ Taekwoonie hyung ~ in the bedroom. A victory’s a victory no matter where the battle was fought. And he makes sure that Taekwoon knows exactly what he’s thinking with that crooked grin of his.

But of course, not like Taekwoon’s going to let that go without a fight of his own. Guy has a rather competitive, and intimidatingly so too. 

Gnashing his teeth, he grabs Taekwoon’s hand, trying to slow down the friction on his dick - not a very smart idea. Crazy as he is, he’s still a man with all that sort of lust and shit. But that’s just it isn’t it? He’s got a screw loose too. And he’s got an unhealthy obsession with gloating. He wants to gloat just a bit more. Piss off the guy a smidge more. Be an asshole till end. Till death. And maybe even after death. He’s got to stick to his motto, to his way of life - Once an asshole, always an asshole.

So he clenches his pelvis, toothy grin wider, wilder, madder. Ridiculous. “Got rekted hyung ~ You’re just weak ~” He tattles in laboured pants. Fuck, he’s dying for friction, but there’s just as much pleasure in mocking a wounded up man like Taekwoon. 

Unfortunately for Taekwoon, sweet moments like these never do last long. Jaebum just isn’t that kind of guy, and he seamlessly slips back into being the figurative dick he is, meanly denying Taekwoon the pleasure he obviously wanted. But Taekwoon should’ve known by now, Im Jaebum never plays nice. Jaebum’s not sure what’s going on inside Taekwoon’s head, but if the lovely flush colouring his entire face is anything to go by, he’d say Taekwoon’s feeling embarrassed, maybe. Or pissed. Or maybe just plain sexually frustrated. Whichever one it was, it made him feel that twisted, mean-spirited glee of his. Oh how he loves playing games...

He fails to stifle the snort of his when Taekwoon’s neck snaps backward under his touch, causing his grin to widen as he flashes his canines. Who knew the guy was so sensitive? He thumbs the nipple hard, pinching it playfully, occasionally pressing his fingernails against the sensitive skin. 

Taekwoon’s frustration (and possibly annoyance) is evidence in his uncharacteristically deep growl of his, and of course, it only serves of please him. Of course, no one likes assholes like him. But Jaebum’s grateful that Taekwoon bears with it most times, though he repays the favour by being more of an asshole. Taekwoon really was a saint. “Love you too.” His sincere tone not matching the impish grin on his face. 

“Does it tickle Taekwoonie ~” He hums lightly, fingers moving onto the other nipple as he glances up at the man with half-lidded eyes, batting them and playing coy. 

His bravado does not last much longer unfortunately, as Taekwoon retaliates by barbarically chomping down on him. Jerk - not that he had the right to call him out on that. Funny, this was not how he remembered porn being like. He wonders what would Professor Rain think about all of their shenanigans. Next time, he’d be sure to replay this scene when in the guy’s presence. Bloody mind-reader. That’d teach him to mind his own business. 

He hisses, hands instinctively being snatched back from the man’s nipples and repositioned on his neck and face, pushing up, trying to dislodge the fangs from his shoulder blades. “Fuck! What are you? A dog?!” Of all forms of retaliation, he hadn’t expected this. His unpredictability was rubbing off on the guy. If he weren’t being chewed up by him, he probably would’ve been pretty smug about his influence on the man.

Whatever cool and calm he’d managed to achieve instantly disappeared with a puff. His heart was pumping fast and hard, and he involuntarily jerked up, unintentionally grinding his groin against Taekwoon’s. And immediately, that twisting, keening sensation was back, all the blood in his body rushing from the rest of his body to his groin. A gasps leaves his mouth, fingers trembling as his grip against the man’s face and neck loosens just the slightest. Each neurone of his was one fire, synapse after synapse exploding as each sensation sends jolts of electricity searing down his spine. 

Every touch excited him, even as the fangs dug deeper into his flesh. Fuck. He likes it.

No one likes him enough to want him. 

No one sensible enough wants to ‘possess’ him. 

Taekwoon would come to regret it one day. Jaebum is so very certain of that. Taekwoon is so stupid, that’s what Jaebum thinks. But that stupidity, that naivety. Also, that darkness, likeness. Jaebum would never be able to resist the draw. He’s never been a righteous guy. And he won’t be starting any time soon. 

The thought dies, a tiny smile creeping up the corners of his lips. 

“Sorry.” He smirks playing off the momentary daze. What he was apologising for, Taekwoon didn’t need to know. 

“Nice to know that I’m so loved though ~” He hums pleasantly, as though getting the man riled up were an achievement (it was).

His eyes twinkle when the man starts making all those exciting sounds - score, new achievement! The roles have been switched and the player was now being played. A mischievous grin paints his features as he continues to tease the man with his hand. 

Taekwoon had hit it spot on. He, Im Jaebum, did indeed take great pleasure one-uping the man whenever he could. He took even greater (possibly sadistic) pleasure, when he could do so whilst rubbing it in said guys face in the most obtrusive way possible, even if it was somewhat ‘torturous’. Well, what can he say? He had a history in the military. And power tripping was a thing there. The culture must’ve rubbed off.

“Of course hyung ~ I like proving that I’m better than you ~” He teases slyly, squeezing the man’s member to the beat. But then when Taekwoon starts grinding, he abruptly stops, releasing the man dick and denying the man the friction his body wanted. Guy isn’t wrong at all. He is an asshole.

He whines obnoxiously, his smug expression not matching his voice at all. “That’s such a mean thing to say....” Then his voice abruptly takes on a more impish lilt, an foxy eyebrow arching up as he smirks up at the man. “But I do suppose you’re right. First class, with honours even ain’t that right?” His eyes dart downward to the male’s lower regions before darting back up to the male’s face.

“So how’s it feeling down there Taekwoonie ~?” 

It was always fun pushing every, single button he could find on the man. Being an asshole was in his blood. And he love the rush and thrill that came with being a figurative dick, haha! 

Jaebum starts at that. Jealous? Now that was a shocker, somewhat. Jaebum sensed something off with Taekwoon, instinctively knowing and understanding that something had set the man off. After all, Taekwoon getting so much more aggressive and domineering so abruptly wasn’t the norm per say... But Jaebum hadn’t been able to put a finger on exactly what ‘set’ the guy off. Jealously was it? Hmmm... he didn’t know what to feel about that. Jealous about his artistic abilities? His combat prowess? Yeah, he’s used to that. But jealously brought about by romantic and sexual desires? That was a first.

Puzzlement aside, he does find pride in being the manipulative asshole that he is, even if unintentionally. “Why thank you. I always did believe that I had great talent in playing puppeteer.” He grins wryly. Well, he had been trying to push the man’s buttons, as always, but jealously... an emotion he didn’t really know or understand... He hadn’t really meant to go for that. But in any case, if jealously made Taekwoon this much fun to play with, he ought to pursue that emotion more. An equal was only an equal if they knew how to fight back.

“Jealous...?” He breathes heavily, somewhat out of sorts and his head drops back, a loud ‘thunk’ resounding as his skull hit the floor. “You jealous?” He laughs throatily. “Whatever for?”

Bloody hell, he hates this. Where did all that stray confidence come from? As if it weren’t already shocking enough how forth coming the man had been, Taekwoon takes it to the next level. And Jaebum isn’t prepared. He’s used to controlling the flow of things, but apparently, he wasn’t the one doing the controlling this time. 

Taekwoon sucks.

And a burst of rainbow coloured unicorn vomit explodes before his eyelids as he digs his heels into the floorboard (earning himself a friction burn or two), hips involuntarily thrusting up as his breath hitches. His fingers find their way to Taekwoon’s neck, to his hair, one hand gripping the man’s neck almost painfully, the other tangled up in the man’s dark, damp locks. The feeling is strange, foreign, terribly frustrating, yet terribly pleasurable. Frustrating because each tiny movement send electrifying jolts up his spine, causing his hairs to stand on end. It feels weird. It makes his guts keen and curl and flip. He wants it to stop. So he tries to stop moving. To stop the movement. But no. He doesn’t want it to stop. It feels weird, but feels good. So his body moves on it’s own accord. 

It’s sort of like tickling. Being tickled is uncomfortable, yet fun. It ‘hurts’, you want it to stop, and yet you laugh. But it’s not tickling. Because tickling does get annoying after awhile. Whatever this is, his body doesn’t want it to stop.

His lips tremble violently, parting, then closing, then parting again. A strangled gurgle leaves him, as though his vocal cords have no idea how to function properly and instead decides to throw out a messy mix of sounds. As Taekwoon bobs his head, he feels his body burning up, a butchered, drawn out moan escapes his lips - as though his brain were fighting against his entire body to stop reacting in the mortifying way he was. 

It’s hot. Hot down ‘there’ and hot up here. His ears feel like they’d drop off. Never have they ever felt this much on fire. His neck burns and itches and he wants to scratch it to shreds. 

His lips parts once more and another moan just but half leaves his lips before it’s promptly stifled by none other than his lovely arm. The embarrassing sounds won’t stop by will alone so other methods will have to work. So he settles for chomping his jaws around his forearm.

By the time Taekwoon releases him, it feels like an eternity, and yet it felt like only a second. He’s missing his touch already. 

In any case, he’s gnawed through enough of his own flesh to draw blood, and wonders how the hell is his cock harder than before. Flushed and mind fogged up with desire, he ‘spits’ out his arm, eyes narrowing (as much as they could while half-lidded) at the man, all the while willing his lower body to not thrust up. He might speak and carry himself with the air of an Master Casanova, but he had as much experience as a 5 year old in such matters. His forte was bluffing, not delivering. 

“B-bastard.” He snipes, his tongue numb and front teeth nipping the tip of it as he hissed weakly at the man.

A hand snakes up Taekwoon’s face and fingers tangle themselves in the man’s hair before they violently and abruptly force the man down just millimetres before his face. All Jaebum wants is to bring Taekwoon’s body closer to his, his warmth, his body heat, everything. Every nerve on his body was on fire and each touch was like a jolt of electricity.

“Bastard.” He hisses out more steadily this time. His other hand jerking up to curl itself unforgiving-ly around Taekwoon’s length, squeezing it good and hard. His pinky fingers the man’s slit as he squeezes the man’s cock hard again. He reduces the pressure against the man’s member, pausing for a second, the lightly and slowly drags his hand down the length, then back up. Increase the pressure. Drag it down slowly again, then up. More pressure, squeeze it harder. He repeats this process, pumping Taekwoon slow and hard. Purposefully. Spitefully. 

Jaebum may be a rabid beast, but he an intelligent beast if anything. He’s sly, he’s cunning, and he never forgets - be it personal injustice inflicted upon him, or lessons to be learnt from mistakes made while navigating the train wreak that was his life. He doesn’t forgive, and he doesn’t forget. Which is what made him so dangerous. And yet, he never ever, ever seems to learn from his mistakes when it comes to Taekwoon. 

Every single time they spar, it’s like the first time. He always forget this and that. How one time Taekwoon had brought him down by using his own shadow, or how he’d dropped him from the sky and decided to body slam into him too, or how he was literally stabbed in the back. He always forgets to learn from those mistakes, foolishly rushing head into battle, blood pumped with adrenaline. Foolish indeed. Half the time his cockiness and childish need to ‘play’ with his victim led to his loss (which he paid back the next round of course, Belial would never hear the end of it otherwise). Maybe it’s because at the back of his mind, he knows that Taekwoon would never really ‘hurt’, ‘hurt’ him right? 

And it’s happening again, with Jaebum underestimating Taekwoon. Getting cocky, forgetting that Taekwoon was just as similar to him as he was different. Forgetting that sweet, sweet, Taekwoon knew how to play rough if he wanted to - rough enough to win.

So when Taekwoon’s wings flare up (a work of art he must say, he should sketch that), Jaebum’s not expecting it at all and he’s knocked off balance. With that, and the help of gravity, there’s little to no resistance when he’s pushed all the way down. He vaguely hears Taekwoon’s mockery, but he’s a little busy grumbling at having been stuffed with humble pie once again. Guy was a paradox. And while he loved that about the man, that didn’t change the fact that he still hated losing.

He pettily digs his nails into Taekwoon’s shoulder blades in return for the ripping of his jeans. Why? Just because. “And they call me a barbarian.” He snorts as he rolls his eyes. “I liked those.” Not really, but he says it for the sake of saying it.

He’s playing the role of petulant child splendidly, that is until Taekwoon does the unexpected and swallows him whole and her jerks up, back arching and breath knocked violently out of his lungs. He tries to inhale, but ends up choking on his spit. But once he does get the air he needs, he’s spewing profanity as his trembling fingernails dig deeper and harder into the man’s flesh - this time, unintentionally. He’d never gotten the appeal of porn, viewing it purely for reference sake (and for the shock factor), but he thinks he gets why the actors make the sounds they do and move the way they do now. Those dirty thoughts only serve to intensify the rush of blood to his neck, face, ears.

Jaebum would’ve been more insulted by that comeback of his, but it’s not like he actually believed he was classy. Stretching, he cracks his knuckles and lolls his head, hiding the smirk creeping up the corners of his lips. “Touché ~ But I still say I’m loads cooler than you.”  

There’s that stirring sense of satisfaction when he locks eyes with Taekwoon. Those deep, blacken pits that swallowed you whole, those eyes that you had nightmares of - always watching. And yet, it didn’t scare him. Taekwoon never did. He may fear many things to do with their relationship, but his biggest fear would always be himself. 

He raises an eye when Taekwoon actually pops a button on his own accord. “Active today aren’t you? How sweet ~” He leans in to give a butterfly kiss on the man’s nose before pulling back with an ear splitting grin. “I can see you trying, it’s so cute. Wait no. I’ll tell you you look hot. Let’s have you think you’re as cool as me. Give and take right?” He snickers, grin turning a slyer by the second.

“Well, help you self.” He gestures nonchalantly toward his own crotch. “If you can of course.” If Taekwoon wants to challenge him, he’s more than willing to issue one back in response. Makes things so much more fun no? 

“You know how much I like challenges and my chic, cool-as-ice jeans.” He teases, rubbing a palm against his thigh, as though caressing the particular article of clothing. “We’ve got quite a tight knit relationship. Very comfy I must say. You might have a hard time getting him to leave me.” He jokes, fingers toying with Taekwoon’s zipper. Then he pulls it down in one swift motion. 

“And you sir, just gave me an unwanted makeover.” He snappily remarks, examining his shirt, flicking and one of the man rips in the fabric. “Edgy, but not my style. I’m more classy than that Hyung ~” He drawls, wagging his finger.

Eyes twinkling, he teasingly trails his fingers down the man’s naval, stopping short at Taekwoon’s waistband. Hooking 4 fingers round the edge of it, he roughly yanks the male up via his pants. Kinky. Bloody hell, he feels like he’s going to burst a vein trying to contain his laughter. Everything about the whole situation just tickles him so. This is very serious, he tells himself. Serious stuff. He’s courting, mating, copulating. But damn, he’s taking it seriously, yet not seriously at all. Like almost everything else, it’s a game to him.

“Not to mention, that’s beside the point hyung ~” He grins evilly, left arm still tugging at the man’s waistband with a vice like grip. “You weren’t kidding when you said you lacked experience. We ought to progress to more mature content than just kissing don’t cha think? Else Belial would be so disappointed in our lack of progress.” He sighs dramatically, throwing his head back. “But don’t worry, I’ve got this all handled. Probably.” 

Jaebum snorts at the comment. Technically, Taekwoon was correct about the whole, ‘more experience’ point. But then again, he’d never really watched porn with the desire to fulfil his sexual needs. Rather, it was just a really good way to really, really study the human anatomy intimately from all sorts of crazy angles. A rather odd and unusual way of referencing the human body, but it worked. It was also somewhat entertaining at times, both the videos and the reaction of others around him. Didn’t help that he’d an unusually low libido for someone his age. That might have to do with how he was constantly fuelled by rage and lusted almost obsessively for blood, leaving little room left for sex drive.

But things were different now. 

“That’s why I keep telling you to take of your shirt hyung.” He drawls, rolling his eyes. “First thing you can’t miss about porn, no shirts. No pants too actually, but lets play around for a bit first. It’s so boring just following it to the tee like you said right?” He grins, eyes scrunching up as his voice takes on a cutesy lilt oozing with sardonic innocence. 

Swatting at the man’s face, he clicks his tongue irritatedly, “Yeah, yeah, I’ll be sure to call you that once in a while.” He sulks. While Jaebum never did have a problem with authority, he did have a problem with giving actual respect to a person. It made him feel just a tad bit vulnerable when people pointed out his subtle displays of said respect because Im Jaebum wasn’t supposed to care right? Not after all that’s happen.

“Don’t mind me cutting up your sweater?” He asks, not that it matters. It wasn’t really a question seeing how he’d proceeded to cleanly slice down the midsection of the clothing. Oh how he loved his pretty little fingernails ~ So useful ~ Even if Taekwoon did mind, he’d just get the guy a new one. Besides, Taekwoon could do with change in wardrobe. All those baggy sweaters and tees did the man no justice. “Never liked your sense of fashion anyways. You’d look much better with fitting clothing.” He remarks, admiring the man’s well built (now bare) torso with a hint of envy. Did demons have enhanced testosterone too?

Looking down, he watches as Taekwoon’s claws puncture his pants (”I liked those.” “Not really.”) and beads of scarlet liquid blossom out from the tiny wound. He didn’t even feel it. 

Smirking, his eyes flashed excitedly, “Oh you’re on.” He grins, staring down at the man as he drags his five glowing fingernails down his bare torso. Leaning forward, he grinds his knee into the man’s crotch, fingers roaming the man’s chest as he drives in for a bite. Odd really, how most of this was coming from instinct rather than his vast experience with porn. He was pretty sure porn didn’t involve such slow foreplay, at least, not the ones he’d watched. 

Sucking and nibbling at the same spot, he pulls back after awhile, tilting his head as he admired the reddish-purple bruise on the man’s neck. “Hmm... wonder if I did that right.”