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Kitty hated seeing his fellow gumiho and favorite hyung look this upset. He could only imagine the situation J had stumbled into carrying feelings for someone destined not to love him back. Kitty would break down if Joon started dating someone else. He placed one of his paws on Jinnie’s cheek just to make sure that he had the other’s attention. “No matter what happens I’ll always be here for you okay hyung? I love Jae and Kiha both but you matter to me the most.” Kitty had had sex with all three of them at some point, hell, he had even dated Kiha for a whole month but Jinnie was one of his best friends and hunting partner. “I just want you happy and Mason makes you happy….” he replied softly. Sex or not. Kitty could see how special their relationship was. He just hoped that some day J would see it too.

His giggle rang through the living room as Kitty cooed and nuzzled J back. “Fine,” he whined. “We can kiss later, but that’s it mister.” The small gumiho crawled off J’s lap and flopped back down on to the couch. “Yeah, I don’t like cold heart. I just hope it microwaves well enough.” 

J smiled, pecking a small kiss to the other gumiho’s cheek. He appreciated the other completely for letting him talk through everything, and most of all, appreciated the other for supporting him. He decided not to comment on the Mason comment, because they wouldn’t agree. Kitty thought there was more to their relationship. J didn’t think there was at all. Given, Mason did make J happy, so Kitty did have a point. “Kisses now and later,” he teased the other gumiho, sneaking in a small peck to the other’s lips as if to prove his point. 

This entire conversation was going to be the death of Dae if J kept looking at him like that. Blessed moons if he didn’t already think the smaller man was cute, but seeing him downright coo over him being a blushing fool didn’t make J more attractive to the wolf’s soft heart. The more he thought about all of his past crushes on other men the more Dae realized he really did have a type that J seemed to fit. Small, cute, soft, delicate. “I’m trying not to be,” he replied as he awkwardly set his large hands in his lap. Now that his hands were removed from his face, Dae was having trouble and figuring out where to look that was anywhere but the other’s face. “If it was just sex I would have had sex years ago,” he mumbled, “but I think I’d rather have something more gentle. I just don’t…want to hurt you.” Really his size and werewolf strength were all in control for now, but the wolf had no idea what would happen to that control once he started something with another. 

“I guess that sounds okay. Can’t promise it won’t be awkward as hell, but you’re the professional. You can tell me if something isn’t right, right?” After all that was why he had sought out J after meeting him at the bar. Now that they were getting down to discussing payment, Dae wished he had bought a coffee or tea just to give himself something to fill his shy pauses with. “I promise I’m not like that,” he said. “I’m asking for help…for your expertise of course I will pay. I’m sorry that’s happened enough times that you have to ask up front now. People these days are horrible.” Dae’s blush came back in full force and he swallowed nervously. “Well my roommate is out today and I wasn’t planning on going into to work, so I guess I’m free now? No time like the present?” 

J nodded. He understood. It wasn’t just sex to a lot of people. A lot of people tended to lean towards the fact that you could have an emotional connection with a person. A romantic connection. Something that J had never had any interest with, especially given his job. If he fell in love with every client, well, he’d be heartbroken too many times to count. He’d also be broke, too. He couldn’t be choosey with clients, sometimes. He was actually kind of grateful that his current client was cute and, as far as the gumiho could tell, sweet. It would make it easy for a relaxed time. “You won’t hurt me,” he reassured softly, brushing a bit of hair out of his eyes. “Promise. No matter how hard you go, it isn’t going to hurt me. And I’d let you know if it did. But gentle, I can do. We can do that,” he reassured softly, taking one last sip of his drink before pushing it officially to the side. 

There was a time in his life where Jaehyun was convinced that love isn’t something he would ever have in his life. He deemed himself a monster who was unworthy of it yet as the years passed by the vampire found himself craving for it. The countless of one night stands and hookups with friends became his poison. Then Kiha came into his life and the dryad became his top priority. Jaehyun was so head over heels with him that he failed to notice how he was hurting J.

Jaehyun shook his head as he burrowed his cheeks against the warmth of J’s palm. “No. It’s not okay. How can you allow me to hurt you like this?” A few tears fell from his eyes when he met J’s brown orbs. “Jinjae, listen to me.” Jae muttered as he took J’s hand that was resting on his cheek and peppered kisses on it. “That’s how you are supposed to be treated every single time.” Casting his eyes downwards Jaehyun reminisced about the months where he was J’s friend. “You know how you’re the moon to my sun? You should always be worshipped like the moon, J.” 

A sigh left Jaehyun’s lips as more tears fell from the gumiho’s eyes. He cautiously wiped away those tears and caressed J’s cheek. “You shouldn’t love me, J. You should hate me for hurting you for so long especially now that…” Jae sighed thinking of the demon that was residing inside him. “I’ve missed you too J. Kiha does too. I can see the sadness in his eyes when you brush him away. Don’t be a stranger to Kiha because when I finally get rid of Azzazith, Kiha will need you and-” The vampire bit his lip, looking into J’s eyes. It took him awhile but the prospect of dying didn’t scare him that much anymore. Jaehyun just had to make sure that Kiha, J, and the rest of his family will be fine without him. “When that happens, I’m sure he could help you too.” 

The vampire took J’s hand and pressed a soft kiss on it. “I love you, J but I’m sorry it’s not in the way you love me.”

Even now, Jae was being sweet. The little kisses to his hands, the way he talked, it made his heart ache more. He was the first man--person--to treat him like this. As something other than just for sex. How could he have not fallen in love? “I didn’t want to lose you, and I didn’t... I don’t know. I just, thought it’s what right. What I deserve,” he admitted softly, “I was okay with not being in a relationship with you. I’m still okay with it. It just hurts because feelings aren’t returned like that, and I just... didn’t want to ever even tell,” he sniffled, leaning into his hand as his cheek was caressed.

At the mention of Jae’s passing though, J frowned. His sad eyes narrowed, a bit in anger that Jae would say such a thing. “We won’t need each other when you get rid of Azzazith because you will be right here,” he muttered, swatting his hand lightly. “You’re not dying. Got it? And Azzazith isn’t getting rid of you either, whatever the fuck he says about that bullshit,” he muttered, shaking his head. He took a deep breath, wiping away the rest of his tears. 

             Joon, who knew well that J and Kitty were close, adjusted his thing on the table as he gave little to no attention to the others huffs and puffs. The younger ones always saw him only as this stuck up old creature, however they missed to see a lot more of him since they missed the basics of manners. At times Alucard tried to view Kitty neutrally and that always somehow ended up with the fox in his lap being cute or hyper. Being in love made logic a difficult task manage, because to the true blood his beautiful princely looking Kitty was a well mannered man if need be.

             “By the love of,” he spoke with a huff, standing up quickly as the male stood up with vampiric speed. That left his chair to fall back with a loud bang, echoing harshly through the room. “Care? Would I actually start a relationship with Kitty if I just cared for him? I do not know your generation, but I grew up knowing that relationships are meant to be pursued without proper solid feelings. I am past caring - I am fully truly in love with that beautiful gumiho.”

             Letting out a huff, he knew that the last parts came out as snarls so much so his fangs were exposed. Moving his fingers through his grape coloured hair, he calmed down enough as he pushed his locks over his right shoulder and let his different coloured eyes settle on the young creature. “Satisfied or is it accustomed for your baby generation to ask for more details?”

J relaxed a bit whenever the other, despite being angry, confirmed that he wasn’t just using Kitty. After all, that’s all J cared about it. He didn’t find it sweet or anything that the other was admitting his love-- love was disgusting. But he found comfort that his friend would hopefully not get used of and disposed of. But then J clenched his jaw, narrowing his eyes at the other. 

“You have no respect for our ‘baby generation’,” he muttered, “Don’t you understand that Kitty is my best friend and I simply don’t want him hurt? Or are you do blindsided with disrespect that you just see me as some child?” he snapped at him right back, not at all finding the snarls and fangs being exposed intimidating. 

“i don’t know if i’d call it fancy,” he says with a teasing smile, “it’s just to a little place down the street, we can walk there.” j pulls himself from bed and mason can’t help his eyes that linger on the marks that litter his body. fireworks of reds and purples spread across his neck, chest, and thighs and mason has half a mind to push the man back onto the bed. morning sex isn’t uncommon, but the rumble in his stomach tells him it’s not a good idea. instead he watches the mans ass as he gets up fully and shuffles over to his suitcase. “huh? oh, yeah, i did shower. i figured i would let you sleep in a little bit,” he says, sliding up behind j and placing his hands on either side of hips to lean into his space, hooking his chin over the mans shoulder.

his first instinct is to wrap his arms around the man’s slim waist, but thinks better of it, worried the man will get the wrong idea about mason’s feelings for him. there are none, of course. j’s just the better of most of the people he’s sleeping with, that’s all. he shakes the thought from his head completely, not wanting to spend too much time on it. his fingers dig into the edge of the gumiho’s suitcase to anchor himself there, not wanting his hands to roam as they so often do. they seem to have a mind of their own when j’s involved. mason’s never been very good at self-control, and j seems to be a unwanted form of temptation. the younger man only serves as a distraction, but he wills himself to ignore the feeling in his stomach and instead presses in closer to j’s back. with only his boxers on, he’s aware that j can most likely feel that he’s already half hard. he bends forward to brush his lips over the shell of the man’s ear. “what are you wearing today, gorgeous?”

J let a hum fall from him whenever he felt the other grip his hips and his chin on his shoulder. For the moment, he ignored him, simply picking out his boxers, shirt, and jeans. That is, until he felt those lips brush against his ear, and more importantly, something poking into his back. If J wasn’t use to this, if he had been younger, the gumiho probably would have melted. But he was use to this interaction, use to Mason’s antics. Loved them even. “I’m going to be wearing absolutely nothing if you don’t stop poking me in my back with your half hard cock,” J teased, turning in the cage that was the other’s arms. He smirked, looking up to him. “But since you so politely asked...” he continued, fingers trailing down lower, to Mason’s hips. He was gentle, brushing over the bulge before trailing back up to hook around Mason’s neck. “Just a button up and some jeans. I do have something nicer, but I figured the place wasn’t that fancy,” he finished, his thoughts really not at all focused on breakfast. 

kiha nodded at j’s reply. he would have offered alcohol, if he had any. he wasn’t the type to particularly enjoy making his own drinks and drinking alone, preferring to drag someone out to a club if he wanted to get drunk. closing the door, kiha turned to walk into his living room, fingers brushing affectionately against the number of plants that lined the walls from the entry way to the couch. he sat down next to j, stretching his fingers as he sorted through the words he wanted to say. he had been confident before the other had walked in, but now as j was sitting here, kiha felt himself falter. 

“nothing much. i.” he paused, thinking. it was best to be straightforward. he trusted j enough to be honest, and vulnerable, although the feeling sometimes left him reeling. “i know you’ve been pulling away. i wanted to know why. if i did something, if something happened.” it hurt to hear the words spoken aloud. made it feel more real. “did something happen?”

Ah, there was the confirmation that this was exactly what J was thinking it would be about. Why he had been pulling away. The gumiho let out a soft sigh, leaning back into the couch. He bit his lip as he listened to Kiha, finally, giving him a small shrug. “You didn’t do anything,” he replied, glancing to his friend... if they were that anymore. J hoped to just had drifted away from the two of them, but they were too good of friends to allow J to do just that. 

Lips thinning, Rigs’ decided he was tired. The anger was still there, it was always there, but rather than direct it towards J when the Naga found out who’d sold to him he’d break one of their legs. Maybe both. Selling somebody something without telling them what it was? Selling them enough to bring them close to overdose? Maybe he’d break their neck.

Crushing the anger down, Rigs stored it away for later. Now was not the time to rampage, no matter how badly he wanted to. He rose to his feet, ducking into the kitchen and returning with a glass of ice water that he pushed into J’s hands. “Drink some of this,” he said firmly, taking a seat beside the other and moving all his drug paraphernalia out of the way.

When he was finished he leaned back, studying J’s face closely for signs he was taking a turn for the worse.

J dropped the pills beside him, too weak to really do anything else. He frowned when Rigs stood and ducked into the kitchen, opening his mouth to say something--anything-- but forgetting just what he was going to say. His thoughts were so fleeting, and he couldn’t even keep track of the time that Rigs was gone. Just as soon as he was gone, he was reappearing and J blinked. He took the water, taking a sip, and scrunched up his nose. But he did as he was told, taking another small sip, before holding it out for Rigs to take again. He was too out of it lean forward and set it on the table. 

Knocks sounded at Rigs’ door, causing an immediate reaction in the man. Adrenaline ran through the Naga’s blood as he flew from the couch, transforming fully before he reached the door. Although he would never describe himself as paranoid, late-night visitors he hadn’t called for couldn’t be good. Pressing his eye to the peephole, he sighed in relief, transforming and opening the door as he shot J a disgruntled expression. “Didn’t call, didn’t even tex- what the fuck?”

Reaching out, Rigs’ cupped J’s face in his hands, forcing the other to look up at him. Gently, he used his free hand to widen one of the gumiho’s eyes to stare at his pupils. Jinjae hadn’t bought from him today, and whoever had sold to him had given him too much. Swearing, Rigs let out a string of profanities as he wrapped his arm around the younger’s waist, half-carrying him into the apartment before he shut the door with a kick. 

The cursing stopped as the Naga forced J to sit on the couch. Frowning, Rigs’ expression warred between anger and concern as he crouched before the other; the movie he’d been watching continuing forgotten in the background. “How much did you take,” he asked finally, his own high fully purged by the adrenaline though the alcohol still lingered on his breath.

J allowed himself to be tugged into the apartment, letting out a small hum. He was so out of it, that the only thing that he could really process was the cursing that fell from Rigs. For a moment, he couldn’t really process what was going on, his head fuzzy and his body heavy. He was grateful for the couch whenever he felt it. He sunk into the cushions, eyes finally focusing on Rigs. 

The young man in front of him was beautiful, he wouldn’t deny that. And his willingness to be here as a subject for a series of paintings he planned out for the last ten years. Portraits, painted in blood across bleached white canvas. He was excited to see how this would turn out and even more grateful he had such an eager subject.

With an assertive nod, he stepped forward and shamelessly assessed J’s appearance. Body frame, face shape, the proportions. All of it. He was assessing him to find out what position would work out best. “Straddle it,” he said lowly, swiftly turning on his heel to return back behind the canvas. He would position the other if he couldn’t follow the verbal instructions. “You can also lose the shirt, it blocks your aura,” he continued, tone dismissive as his back was to J. Marc picked up the bowl of warm human blood and sat it beside the canvas, turning back around to face J. 

“Let me know when you’ve done all of that, I’m going to grab my brushes…”

It wasn’t often that someone looked at J like this-- assessing him. Most of the time, people just skimmed over him, deemed him attractive, and fucked him. But this wasn’t how it was going to end, J knew this. He licked his lips at the commands, nodding. He could do that. J shifted on his feet, beginning to unbutton his shirt. He slipped it off his shoulders, tossing it to the side, out of view of the canvas. After all, why soil the painting with clothes? “I think my pants block my aura too,” he teased softly, beginning to straddle the stool. He allowed his hands to rest in front of him, gripping the stool. 

her mind told her to stop, but, she didn’t. her body was already moving, her hands, lips and even hips were way pass their boundaries. but, ‘fuck it’, his lips were tempting, the sensation of his hands firmly on her hips.. was.. arousing. iseul didn’t even care that her body was just reacting, her intoxicated thoughts just knew… she wanted more. so, yes-.. he was right, she did want him. giving in, she laughed to herself. “okay, a true statement…” she grinned, rolling her eyes. “happy? satisfied?”  

ignoring the smells of mutual intoxication, issy’s hand wandered down to the hem of his shirt. her fingers playing around the area, contemplating whether she wanted to let her hands climb under. instead, she pulled her lips away for a second before making a ‘conscious’ decision to straddle over his lap.

J chuckled, a small smirk coming across his lips at her grin and the roll of her eyes. “Very much satisfied,” he breathed, hands still resting on her hips as she straddled him. He didn’t get close like this with many females. Usually, he preferred men. But sex was sex to J, and he, nevertheless, was still aroused. His hands went up, creeping up her hip. He allowed his fingertips to play against her skin.

𝘴𝘺𝘤𝘰𝘱𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘰𝘯 𝘷𝘦𝘭𝘷𝘦𝘵 𝘴𝘰𝘧𝘢𝘴

“Fair enough.” Q, of course, didn’t know what it was like to depend on humans as a source of energy, but he imagined it was like an added bonus for a successful kill. Like if someone were to bring him a bar of chocolate every time he slit someone’s throat. ( Come to think of it, that might be nice. ) If at all possible, the demon’s expression dropped even more than his usual resting bitch face at the mention of the word ‘cute’. There were very few people who could get away with calling him anything of the sort without an injury to show for just how cute Q really was, but that list tended to include the gang’s sex workers, if only because they usually meant it as a compliment, though the demon reminded them constantly that it, in fact, was not. “If you think murder’s cute, you’re more fucked up than I thought,” he muttered, leaning back in his chair before quickly tacking on, “And I mean that in a positive way as well.”

Flirting tended to go over the demon’s head in most cases, and this time wasn’t any different, blissfully unaware of the connotation of the gumiho’s words as he reached for his phone to read the latest message from the enforcers on duty. Gun guy’s here. There were much more eloquent ways to describe him than gun guy, but Q ignored it, replying to the message with a simple Send him in. Tossing his phone back onto the table, he stood up and brushed off his jacket, multitasking as he listened to J’s grievances. “Does it?” He resisted the urge to add a wouldn’t know to the end, certain that everyone knew by now about the demon’s disinterest in those types of things. People talked. “Get murdery all you want, you don’t need my permission to kill— all humans are fair game, y’know— as long as you’re doing your job, I don’t give a fuck. Just make sure you call CSC immediately, you know how it goes.” Those lax rules stood for most of the gang, really. A knock sounded from the door then, right as the clock on the wall struck the hour. Perfect timing. Q opened the door with an air of confidence. “Ah, Mr. Park. Right on time. Why don’t you have a seat, hm?”

J couldn’t help the small smirk that came across his lips. If you think murder’s cute, you’re more fucked up than I thought. J, admittedly, thought it was more than cute. Hot, really. Someone covered in blood, their adrenaline going, the fear of their victim, the-- J had to cut off his thoughts or else he’d get riled up more. And he doubted Q wanted that, especially with someone coming. He simply shrugged, and obvious answer of confirmation that he did, in fact, find murder cute. J sipped his drink as he listened to Q, shaking his head lightly. “If I killed every human, a lot of my clients would be gone. So, I can’t exactly kill them, as they bring us both money,” he pointed out, before the knock sounded. “I’d love to, though.”

Jaehyun remembered their last night together. It was the night where Jaehyun decided to forego his rough side. A change of pace from their usual dynamic. The vampire knew about the hardships the gumiho had experienced before. J didn’t explicitly say it but Jae was smart enough to piece the clues together. If J hadn’t gotten to them first, he sure would have loved to rip off their limbs and drain all the blood from their system. That night, Jae wanted to show the other how he was supposed to be treated all the damn time. What the vampire didn’t know was that it would also be the last time he would ever be close to J. After the gumiho kicked him out, J avoided him like the plague. No greetings, no smiles, no cuddles, no arctic fox who leaps into his arms, nothing. It was like in Jaehyun didn’t exist in J’s life anymore. 

The pureblood gave the other a reassuring smile. He didn’t know what was the reason and frankly, Jae doesn’t know if he had prepared himself enough for this goodbye. If this was a closure then he would take it. He would be happy that once he had a friend like J in his life. As long as J is safe and happy, if he could stay far away from Azzazith as possible, Jaehyun would take that.

The vampire automatically nuzzled his face into J’s palm as if he was a child who missed the warmth of the sun. He opened his lips to say that he didn’t need to apologize, there was no need for it. However, the next words J uttered left Jaehyun speechless. J was in love with him. He couldn’t seem to wrap his mind around the idea of it all. How could J love someone like him? Heck, he doesn’t even know why Kiha chose to love him and now, there’s J. The pureblood doesn’t deserve any of it. 

Reaching out, Jaehyun took the gumiho’s hands in his again. He raised one hand to his lips and placed a soft kiss on the back of J’s hand. All this time, J was suffering because of him and he was oblivious to it all. His hunch was right. It is his fault. Jae hated himself for hurting the other and leaving him to deal with a broken heart. Jaehyun looked into J’s watery eyes and his fingers moved to wipe away the tears on his cheeks. “I’m sorry J. I…I didn’t know that I was hurting you. I-” 

The vampire was at a loss for words. 

He scooted closer to J and cupped his face into his hands. “We’re all a little fucked up, little moon. I don’t understand how you could love someone like me but you deserve the whole world, J,” Jae chuckled somberly as his fingers gently caressed J’s cheeks. “If only I had noticed it, I would have prevented all of the pain I caused you.” Jaehyun thought back to all of the moments he cried to J about Kiha. How could he have been so stupid? How could he have not noticed it? “I was so inconsiderate. I ran to you whenever things with Kiha didn’t seem so good.” With shameful eyes, he looked at J once again and gave him a sad smile. “J, I hurt you so fucking bad, haven’t I? I’m sorry, moon.” Jae leant his forehead against the gumiho’s as tears fell from his eyes as well.

J still allowed the tears to fall, because now, it was out there. There was no more hiding the fact of why he was avoiding Jaehyun and Kiha. It was weight off his chest, however, and he appreciated the moment that Jae took his hands. He needed the comfort. Needed Jae to understand-- and he did. J was so, so grateful, and he was grateful that the other understood he was hurting him throughout the whole time. Hell, right now, J was hurting. Because he knew nothing would become of this confession. The two were on different tracks, Jae in love with another, and J... well, he still didn’t want a relationship despite his feelings. 

The gumiho took a deep breath, closing his eyes as the other rested their foreheads together. He shook his head finally, opening his eyes to look into Jae’s. “It’s okay,” he breathed softly, resting a hand to his cheek. “I didn’t really know why I was hurting, until our last night,” he admitted softly, bringing a thumb up to rest against Jae’s lips. He continued to look, blinking away the tears that settled into his vision. “You treated me so kindly and in a way nobody else has ever treated me...” He closed his eyes again, taking another deep breath. “How was I suppose to not fall in love with you?”