#vampire!jun

He nods, his gaze falling to the ground. You can tell he isn’t convinced. That’s nothing new. You don’t blame him though, it’d be hypocritical. You’re also a little nervous. It’d be a flat out lie to say you aren’t. At the same time, though, adrenaline and excitement pump in your veins. 

“Love?” you call him gently, making him look at you again. If devotion was to be captured, it’d be the look in his eyes. “You won’t hurt me. You never did.”

“But I was always chained up,” he reminds you just as gently, his words dripping with uncertainty. 

Jun’s always been hesitant to feed from you after the first time. He has good self-control, but not when it comes to you. He never drinks more than is safe for the human and after thousands of years, it’s not even hard. With you, though, he can’t get enough. That much became clear the first time he’s fed from you.

And it also became apparent that blood alone does not satisfy his hunger.

Your lamb of a boyfriend becomes a beast when he craves blood. 

“I can’t watch you like that. You always look like you're in so much pain,” you whisper, reminding him why you asked him to try this. He swallows, agreeing easily.

He’s described remembering the times when he gets drunk on your blood like watching his life through a fog. He is present, he knows what he’s doing, but he can’t think clearly. It’s like his instincts take over. He’s never hurt you, but he’s terrified of the possibility. Accidents never happen until they do, after all. He’s willing to take the suffering, the pain and yearning to keep you as safe as he can.

But he can’t say no to you.

“I trust you, Junhui,” you tell him, watching him further melt under your gaze, “I know you won’t hurt me. Not more than I can take. And when you’re sated, I know you’ll take care of me.”

“Always, my love,” he reassures you quickly. He tilts his head, his nose brushing against yours as he leans forward. You meet him halfway, accepting his kiss and returning it with the same tenderness. It’s comfort. It’s home. You feel your muscles relax the longer he’s kissing you. He holds you like you’re the most precious, and to him you are.

“Ready?” he asks softly, his breath fanning your lips as he speaks. You nod, opening your eyes to meet his. He looks so vulnerable your heart hurts. You kiss him again, a single kiss holding your undying trust in him. He whimpers breathlessly. He’s hungry, but he wants to keep holding you. 

He forces his hands to let go. As they fall to his sides, he kneels down in front of you. You hand him the box that has sat, unimportant, on the dark sheets of your bed. Now it’s the crucial object of the entire night. The vampire takes it from your hands, his fingers brushing against your skin gingerly. 

He holds it in his lap. He steadies his breathing as he opens the lid and takes out a few cotton pads and wets them with disinfection. He asks for your hand wordlessly, and you give it to him. Just not before stroking his cheek with affection. He leans into the touch and he looks so tormented it makes you question the choices that led to this moment. There’s no turning back now, however.

He caresses your wrist with the wet piece of cotton, careful yet thorough. He throws the used pad away before looking at you. You know that if he senses the tiniest bit of hesitation from you, he’ll stop everything right away. But there’s none.

As you said, you trust him. With your whole life.

He takes out a dagger from the box, ancient and ornate. Only the best knife for your skin, he told you when he first showed it to you. It’s truly beautiful. And sharp. You know you need to be careful.

The vampire hands it to you, holding the tip of the blade as your eyes meet and his lips mouth the last confession - I love you. You mouth it back, voicelessly, and it’s the last reassurance he allows himself to accept before he focuses on calming his mind. He needs to calm down as much as he can, even if he knows it’s gonna be pointless once he smells the metallic and yet so intoxicating scent of your blood that seems to call to him. 

You take the dagger in one hand while lowering and stretching out the other. It’s so close to his lips you see him instinctively lean forward to kiss your skin, until he smells the disinfection and pulls away. It’s so endearing it makes you smile.

But the situation weighs on you and the smile doesn’t last. You take a deep breath and let it out. It’s time.

You bring the blade to your wrist and slash. The cut’s shallow, but bleeds just enough. He’s told you he’s afraid he wouldn’t be able to stop if he bit you straight away. You hold the dagger tightly in your dominant hand. You need to be ready to keep your promise to your lover, should it come to that. You watch the metamorphosis happen.

It’s not obvious at the beginning. His eyes fall closed and brows furrow a little, he jerks his head away and his breathing gets fast and heavy. Then he bares his growing fangs. You feel your blood rush, more of it spilling from the wound and his eyes shoot open. His lips close around your wrist, tongue lapping at your wound. You gasp. He must’ve been starving. He’s sucking at the wound, his tongue greedily licking up any blood that dripped down to your palm and fingers. His eyes meet yours. Dark, cold, but slowly filling with your life. He smirks, and it looks so sinful with his deadly fangs bared. You could ignore the danger if it wasn’t for the promise you made.

He never breaks eye contact while he enjoys the blood flowing from your wound before the components in his saliva start coagulating the blood, helping the wound close. If you want to look away, he nips at your skin without breaking it, a playful spark in his eyes when you glare at him.

He’s different.

It worries you a little bit.

But it also has a completely different effect that you’re sure he’s aware of as the smirk remains glued to his lips. 

When he finally pulls away, he’s humming a tune. He seems happy. And hungry. He stands up, dusting off his knees. He walks towards you and the glint in his eyes makes you walk backwards until the back of your knees hits the bed. He doesn’t stop until his body is pressed flush against yours. He’s towering over you, making you feel so small and weak. One of his hands is steading you, cold against the small of your back.

The other, however, is a problem.

Fingers of his other hand circle your wrist, holding it softly like a prayer. His thumb strokes your skin just as gently.

He studies the glinting blade of the dagger, the few dried drops of blood. All the while he keeps humming the tune, the vibrations seeping into your body as well.

Then the sound stops and he’s eerily silent.

Slowly, his eyes turn to yours. There’s no sign of the warmth that usually fills them when he looks at you.

Only hunger remains.

He smiles, almost kindly, but it doesn’t reach his eyes. He’s dangerous. That’s what your body is telling you, some primal part of your brain keeps firing out warning signs. But he’s perfect. The definition of lethal beauty.

When he feels you growing relaxed in his hold, that’s when he leans down and his lips meet yours.

It’s rough. He pulls you closer and takes advantage of the gasp you let out to slip his tongue into your mouth. You feel his ever present smirk, the chuckle that tingles your lips when you move your hips against his. He grinds into you eagerly, already hard and ready to have his way with you. If it wasn’t for a tiny little issue…

“Drop the dagger,” he purrs against your lips, nipping at your flesh when you try to kiss him again instead. He pins your hips against his, teasing with the tiniest of movements. “Drop it. Then I’ll give you everything.”

“C-Can’t,” you whisper, weak, “I promised.” He makes a faux disappointed ‘aww’ sound, his thumb brushing against the pulse point on the wrist of the hand that holds the dagger. Is it a warning? A praise from somewhere deep in his unconsciousness where your sweet docile Junhui disappears when his hunger takes over?

“But you promised it to me, didn’t you?” he coos, pressing a gentle kiss to the corner of your lips, then another to your nose, then to your forehead. He cuddles you into him, your head buried into his neck. He wiggles his hips, causing such delicious friction against your clit that it makes you gasp against his skin. “Be good for me, love. I promised I wouldn’t hurt you, didn’t I? You said you trust me.”

Where your sweet boyfriend cherishes your love as a promise, Jun addicted to your blood wields it like a weapon. 

“I do trust you,” you whine, your free hand fisting in the fabric of his white shirt, “B-But you said I should do anything to protect myself if I needed to.”

He hums thoughtfully, his hips slowing down their movements. He doesn’t let you move on your own, all you can do is plead quietly against his neck.

“I did say you should do ‘anything’, hm?” the vampire smirks, lowering his lips to your ear, “You know I’m stronger. I could just take that toy away from you, but I might hurt you doing that. See? I don’t want to hurt you. I’m still protecting you from myself.”

“Please, Jun,” you breathe, “I promised you.”

You nuzzle into his neck, placing your lips where his pulse point would be if he had a pulse. You kiss up the column of his neck, taking your time. He leans away to give you more access. It’s a wonder that no matter what, he’s a putty in your hands once you start touching him. Once you reach his jaw, your kisses get sloppy. It’s all his fault, his hips rocking into yours with more pressure. You moan against his lips when you reach them, and he wastes no time kissing you back.

Jun leans on you, making you lose balance and fall on the bed. He follows, immediately reconnecting your lips. He frees your hand. It’s easier to undress you with both hands up to the task. He makes a quick job of your dress, your bra, and your underwear. You’re completely bare under him while he remains in his black pants and white shirt, you whine at the injustice. 

“You can undress me too, when it’s necessary,” he promises with a chuckle and one last kiss to your lips, “Just don’t accidently ram that blade into my skull.” 

And just like that, he trails kisses down your body. His hands knead your breasts, thumbs rolling your nipples with expertise natural to him. You’re squirming before he even reaches your mound. He seems pleased by that. It doesn’t take long before his tongue delves between your folds, his tongue swiping over your clit at your whimpers. He sucks on it carefully, teeth barely grazing the sensitive nub before giving it a few more licks. All too soon he takes his mouth off you, shifting his attention to the inner side of your thighs and sucking mark after mark onto your skin. His hands slide down to hold your hips still.

“Please, Junhui,” you beg, your free hands carding through his hair, trying to get his mouth back where you need it instead.

“Are you in a position to ask for anything, sweetheart?” he grins against your skin, his eyes meeting yours briefly, “I also asked you nicely for something and you refused. That’s not nice, is it?” Despite his chiding, he makes a show of walking his fingers towards your pussy pulsing with need, running them down towards your entrance to collect the wetness. You shiver as they brush against your clit.

“Would you look at that? I wonder how long would you keep your promise if I didn’t touch you at all,” he sneers, easing one of his fingers inside you. Your grip on his hair tightens, and he lets you pull at his hair without moving his lips any closer to your core. He only starts marking up your other thigh.

“B-but I promised you…” you cry out in frustration. Why does it feel so much like you’re talking to a different person? Your lover hums, resting his chin on your hip as he moves his thumb to circle your clit. He smirks at the immediate effect it has on you, your spine arching so beautifully.

“But you only did after I begged you, didn’t you? You actually don’t want to hold that blade, you couldn’t hurt me if you needed to,” as he talks, he adds another finger and slightly increases the speed and pressure of his thumb on your clit, “Don’t forget - I could break your hand without even meaning to. Are you forgetting how much stronger than you I am?”

He nuzzles into your stomach while you squirm under him, trying to grind against his hand uselessly. You feel the strength in his grip, feel where his fingers will leave marks. Your mind is too clouded with pleasure to concentrate on that however. The hand fisted in his hair must be hurting him, but he just keeps smirking and kissing up your stomach until his lips latch to your nipple, sucking on the bud and swirling his tongue around it. You feel your climax approaching but just as you’re about to fall into euphoria, he pulls away completely.

Your eyes close as you whimper, more hushed pleas spilling from your lips, so it’s only too late when you notice that he’s crawled over you. Straddling your hips, he slides his hands over your arms until his fingers intertwine with your yours. He takes the dagger away from you with ease, throwing it across the room. 

It’s the clank it makes that has your eyes snapping open. You gasp, and he takes the opportunity to kiss you, his tongue invading your mouth immediately. 

Your instincts fight once again - to fight or to flight? Or to submit to the apex predator on top of you? Seems like the third option is the choice your mind makes.

You melt under him, willing your muscles to relax. He smiles into the kiss, not the loving smile you’re used to. It’s almost wistful.

Jun pulls away just as you get desperate for air. With one more kiss to the corner of your lips he whispers: “Don’t forget, I could eat you out, but I could also eat you alive.”

As if to emphasize his point, he takes your lower lip between his teeth, his sharp fangs grazing the tender flesh without drawing blood. You whimper and he lets go.

“Afraid yet, little one?” he smirks, one of his hands caressing your cheek.

“No, just nervous,” you breathe out, willing the words to be true, “You said you’ll protect me, that you won’t hurt me. I trust you.”

“Always so good for me,” he praises, patting your hair. You remember how harsh you pulled on his hair, concern flashing over your face, making him hum in question.

“Did I hurt you?” you ask, reaching up to twirl one of his locks around your finger. He chuckles, leaning down to kiss you once more, reassuring you better than words ever could.

“You couldn’t hurt me if you tried, mortal,” he teases, but his demeanor changes, if only for a minute. His noses along your cheek, pressing more soft kisses to your skin. Leaning his forehead against yours, he looks into your eyes and kisses you. His eyes are dark, clouded over with lust and hunger, but strangely it doesn’t scare you - the opposite. You’re more sure you can trust him to keep his own promise when you failed to keep yours.

“I think you’re being very good for me,” he whispers, his hand stroking down your body until it reaches your still soaked center. His fingers slip right in without any resistance. He watches with glee as you moan his name so softly, your hands curling around his forearms, nails sinking into his flesh when his thumb finds your clit once more.

“Is that enough?” he inquires. Before he can get his answer, he hisses when you jerk suddenly under him, your thigh brushing against the bulge in his pants. You eye him with such unadulterated desire that he growls and only barely stops himself before he can bite your neck with all of his strength. You’re a danger to yourself, and thus to him as well. But you don’t need to know that.

“Careful, darling,” he warns, lips closing around your pulse point as you whimper and squirm, his fingers curling inside you just right. “I want to keep my promise, but you’re making it so hard.”

The immortal crawls down your body until lips can once more cover your core and his tongue toy with your clit. The vibrations of his groans when you pull on his hair again send your mind into an overdrive, as does the rapid flicking of his tongue over your most sensitive part. His fingers do not slow down either, pumping in and out of you at just the perfect pace. He curls them inside to always brush and push against the one spot that makes you see stars. 

You know it’s not smart to lose your mind with a predator in your bed, but you can’t help it. His name keeps spilling from your lips, veiled by moans and pleas. You don’t realize how tight you’re gripping the strands of his hair - but he does, and that with your breathless chanting of your pleasure drives him crazy. His hips buck into the mattress, desperate for any relief. But with the way you’re clenching around his fingers he knows he won’t have to wait too long to have you.

He replaces his mouth with his thumb again, you don’t seem to mind or really notice, tethering right on the edge of your climax. Instead his lips latch to the marked skin of your thighs and just as your orgasm hits, his teeth sink in.

He’d love to watch your back arch, would love to hear your broken gasp at the pain and pleasure that go so well together, but your blood rushes into his system and it fills him so completely. It’s so hot, so delicious, so intimately yours that he can’t perceive anything but the euphoria of his bloodlust satisfied.

You don’t realize just how much worse than having your orgasm denied is forcing himself to retract his teeth, to lap at the wound to help it heal and stop bleeding instead of drinking and drinking until he’s lost to the blood. But he can’t lose you. So he stops himself, peppering gentle kisses on your thigh once there are only two marks where he drank from, the blood coagulating and protecting your precious life.

“Junnie…” your soft voice finally reaches his ears, and he notices your hands in his hair - gentle, soothing the ache you caused. He smirks, kissing right on the puncture wounds before he covers your body with his again, allowing you to snuggle closer to him, to hide your face in the crook of his neck.

“Did I hurt you?” he asks, his hands gently stroking your back. Relief washes over him when you shake your head with a little ‘no’. You’re cherished, even if thirst still buzzes just under his skin and at the edge of consciousness. When he needs you so viscerally.

“Come closer,” you whine, and he wants to argue he’s close enough, until you start tugging at his clothes and he realizes what you mean. He takes your wrists into his hands, stopping you with a gentle yet stern look.

“Little mortal, if I allow you to take my clothes off, can you handle the consequences?” he wonders aloud. When you give him a curious look, he smirks, pulling your hips closer to his. You see the effort it takes him not to close his eyes at the slightest friction.

“Why so surprised? You know I get hungry for more when I drink from you,” he purrs. He lets go of your wrists, offers the choice to you. But you already know what you crave, and it’s him.

Your hands find his shirt again, unbuttoning it slowly, purposely brushing your fingers over his icy skin. His eyes burn into yours, the smirk on his lips as relaxed as it is amused.

“Why is it like that?” you ask, “You said it doesn’t happen when you feed from other people.” He makes a thoughtful noise, trying hard to focus on answering instead of your fingers hovering above the last button.

“Because you’re mine. Your blood calls to me,” he says in the end, “Maybe you’re bound to me now. There are many mysteries, my love, let’s take advantage of them.”

And advantage you take, palming him over his pants. He curls towards you slightly before he can compose himself, his hips pressing against your palm. He chuckles darkly, one hand cupping your face.

“You’re playing a dangerous game,” he warns, and you see his words for what they are. You don’t tease him any longer, instead undoing his pants and helping him pull them off until he’s as bare as you are. 

Before you can do much more, he pulls you down, flipping you on your stomach. You gasp when he pins you down with his body, freezing cold against your warm skin. You feel his hardness pushing against your entrance, rocking back to get him to move, more than ready to feel him inside.

“Impatient, always so impatient,” he scolds, “And I’ve done nothing but wait, so you can too, can’t you?”

You want to ask him what he means, but then you feel the tips of his fangs dive into your neck ever so slowly just as he pushes his hips against yours, entering you with the same languid pace as his teeth.

Your instincts ring the alarms again, but even if you wanted to run, it’d be impossible. It hurts. The side of your neck he’s feeding from burns without pleasure, unlike the stretch of his cock inside you. You feel helpless, and you are, but that makes it all the more arousing.

The vampire doesn’t feed for too long. He knows he wouldn’t be able to stop if he did, and the short, almost teasing tiny little sips he takes from you are the sweetest torture. His only consolation is knowing he’ll eventually be full before the night ends.

You whimper when he starts grinding into you slowly, dragging his heavy cock through your walls. His head is swimming with the noises you make and the taste of your blood still fresh on his tongue.

“S-Sensitive,” you mewl as he picks up the pace, unable to control himself as well as he usually is.

“I know, I know,” he coos, “But you can take it for me, right?” He kisses over the wound he made, and you tilt your head, giving him more access despite feeling overwhelmed even by his teeth as your sensitive skin.

“I can, love you, need you,” you cry as he snaps his hips forward. You try to meet his thrusts and relish in his groans right next to your ear as he fucks you from behind.

“Love you too,” he sighs, “Need you so much.” You feel his teeth on your neck again, closing your eyes with a yelp as he bites without warning. This time his fangs sink deeper, drawing more blood faster and he’s so careful, allowing himself only a few seconds of heaven before he pulls away, watching the blood spill and pulse from the wound. His thrusts get brutal, fast and hard and you have nowhere to run but towards him. You offer yourself up to him completely, allowing him to do as he wishes as you cum again. 

It drives him further into insanity as he laps at the spilled blood while his hip piston in and out of you at hellish pace. He cleans up the blood, but it’s messy anyway, red marks all over your neck and shoulder, on his mouth and chin. Tears well up in your eyes and fall. It’s all too much and not enough. 

"Your blood is so…" he growls, fangs scratching your sensitive skin. Your entire body writhes in overstimulation, too sensitive. It's like you're getting drunk off of him. His teeth and tongue leave scarlet streaks in their wake. Your fingers curl around his forearm, nails digging into his skin again. Tiny crescents decorate his skin all over, making him huff a laugh.

"You're so weak, so mortal," he thrusts particularly hard, making you cry out. He shushes you with a kiss to the top of your head. "See?"

He’s fucking into you roughly, insatiable. His teeth find another spot. You're getting too weak to whine after each bite, accepting the sting and the scorching sensation that follows. They only last a couple seconds. You know he’s only drinking a little at a time, and you can’t imagine how hard it must be for him.

"I need more," he moans, breathy and gone, "Need you entirely. Need your everything." He grinds against you, slowly now, aiming his thrusts so that he hits your sweet spot every time and you can only mewl and take it as more words spill from his lips.

"I could devour you," he laughs, sucking a mark right above the wounds left by his fangs, "Just fucking eat you whole."

His lips keep working over your skin, biting without taking any more of your blood, sucking marks and licking. He can't get enough, and you crave impossibly more.

"I could tear you apart. Piece by piece," he whispers, nuzzling into your shoulder so carefully while his hips snaps back to the fast and punishing pace, "Muscle after muscle. It'd be the best meal of my life."

You should be terrified. You would be terrified, but he holds you so dearly. While he ran his mouth, one of his arms snaked under you around your waist and the other is pulling you closer to him, pressed between your arm and body and gripling your shoulder but even so his hold is so careful not to hurt you. His thumb absentmindedly draws patterns on your skin and you lean into his touch. 

No matter what he says, you're safe. He's with you, and he wouldn’t let anyone hurt you. Least of all himself.

He doesn’t stop pounding into you as he pulls you up against his chest. He’s so cold against your back it makes your spine arch. Your eyes roll to the back of your skull. One of his hands snakes up your torso until his palm lies flat between your breasts.

“You’re so fragile,” he groans into your ear, “You’d be so helpless if I wanted to hurt you.” As if to make his point, he adds more pressure against your sternum. It’s getting harder to breathe with the additional resistance.

“I could tear this pretty beating heart out,” he purrs, nails digging into your skin without breaking it, “You couldn’t stop me if you tried.”

It’s then that you notice his thrusts changed. 

He was fucking you to the rhythm of your heartbeat.

The realization makes you clench on his cock, milking him as you cum again with a broken cry. He curses, letting both your bodies fall forward without ceasing his thrusting. Your vision is getting black, everywhere he touches feels like your skin is on fire.

“I could pull it out whole, veins at all. I could drink your blood straight from your heart,” he moans, voice breaking. He kisses your neck, teeth sinking into your skin once again. You whimper, the pleasure ebbing away into overstimulation. His cock stretching your walls is too much, his teeth in your flesh too, you’re getting lightheaded and it’s not because of the bloodloss.

“It’d be so warm,” he continues, licking his ruby red lips and the puncture wounds on your neck, sealing them, “So delicious. Your blood is so addictive, love. I can’t help myself, I need it. I’d squeeze it all out of your heart and then drink more from your body until there’s not a drop left.” 

You beg him to slow down, you think you do, you want to, but all you hear coming from your mouth is breathless more, more. His words make you tremble in his hold, whine softly, even as you keep squeezing him.

"It'd be so bloody, so lovely," his thrusts grow frantic, shaking your overstimulated body, "I'd be covered in your blood, in you, your life."

“I’d love that so much,” he gasps, his head falling on your shoulder, lips kissing your heated skin. It reminds you of him, how he really is. “But I won’t do that…” 

He trails off as his teeth sink into you again, but you can feel the words he doesn’t say even when he bottoms out and stills as he fills you up with his cum.

…because I love you. 

You feel his body trembling on top of yours. You can’t move, the pain in your neck is sharp and paralyzing, and you’re too tired. Perhaps it is the blood loss this time. Just as the thought passes through your mind, he lets go. He makes sure the wound is sealed before stretching his body over yours to kiss your temple with the tenderness you’re used to. You smile, faintly aware of his voice. Everything grows distant and your body feels heavy. Darkness takes you. 

When you come to again, you feel safe. That’s all your hazy mind takes note of - the feeling of safety. You’re warm. Someone is cradling you to their chest, and it doesn’t take long for you to remember and realize who it is. The lack of heartbeat kind of gives him away. You nuzzle into Jun’s shoulder, arms looping around his waist weakly.

“Love?” he asks, voice soft yet there’s a sense of urgency. You miss that, though, only humming in response. It’s enough for him anyway as he sighs. You feel him kiss the top of your head.

“You scared me,” he whispers, and this time you can’t miss the fragile quality of his voice. He shifts so that he can look at you because he refuses to allow you to do so. You see his sad eyes and immediately hold his face in your hands.

“I hurt you a lot, didn’t I?” he says, eyes falling closed and you know he regrets it, despite having done nothing wrong. You remind him of that.

“Jun, you feeding from me is painful, yes, but you didn’t hurt me,” you try to get him to open his eyes, “And you didn’t scare me either. Everything was - and is - alright.” Still you find it pretty tiring to talk, you realize. Your eyes close without your permission, only opening again when he caresses your cheek.

“I drank too much, look how weak you are,” he argues gently, pulling you impossibly closer, “We’re never doing this again. I almost lost you.”

You chuckle, opting to save energy by keeping your eyes closed.

“Love, I’m alright. Just a little tired. Nobody’s losing anyone,” you kiss his collarbone as you speak, lips brushing against his skin with every word, “Besides I have you to take care of me now.”

“I’m here,” he promises, “I’m here. Sleep. I’ll run you a bath afterwards, hm?”

You make a sound in agreement, but all too soon you’re falling asleep again.

Upon waking up this time, you find he didn’t move an inch, still holding you with the same tenderness as before. He shushes you as you start to squirm.

“I feel better, Jun,” you assure your boyfriend, “But I really want the bath now.” With enough energy to notice the condition your body is in, the cum drying on your thighs, the flakes of dried blood on your neck and shoulder, and the soreness of your muscles, you’re ready to fight him for the damn bath should you need to.

“Sorry, I’m on it,” he promises quickly, running off to the bathroom after making sure you’re cocooned in a fresh blanket. 

You feel a little dizzy, you realize as you evaluate the state you’re in. You’re sore all over, and the spots he’s bitten hurt still. You’re weak, but you know you’ll be fine. After all, he’ll put you on bedrest for a couple days at least, that’s for sure. 

He comes in a few minutes later, cautious until he sees you’re still awake. You give him a smile, one he returns. You know it’d be useless to so much as try to get up on your own, so you let him unwrap you from the blanket and carry you to the bathroom. He carefully lets you down into the bathtub and only gets in as well when you pout at him. He really can’t say no to you.

He sits in front of you, so you can see his face fall and eyes grow sad again when he spots the puncture marks on your neck. He runs his fingers over all four pairs of them, before remembering and checking the one on your thigh as well. 

“Junhui, look at me,” you call his name. He does, but the spark in his eyes is missing. You sigh. “You didn’t hurt me, and I was safe. You took care of me throughout your feeding, don’t you remember?” 

He shakes his head vehemently.

“I don’t want to remember,” he says bitterly, “I should’ve been gentler.”

“I don’t mind it rough sometimes,” you joke, trying to ease the atmosphere and his mood, but he only whines.

“You know what I mean,” he looks so upset it surprises you, and it makes you feel a little guilty. It was your request after all. 

“Jun, I’m fine, and I enjoyed it,” you reassure him, “Even if I really need and crave some tender care now.” He doesn’t look convinced, but at the very least he smiles a little.

“That I’m more than ready to give you,” he leans forward, lying half on top of you, his ear resting just above your heart. You don’t remind him it’s the same heart he wanted to pull out of your chest just hours prior.

“Just let me rest here for a while,” he murmurs softly, lips almost submerged under the water, “When the hunger went away, you were in my arms, cold and weak, it felt like you were barely breathing. I was so afraid.”

That explains a lot. You wrap your arms around him, one of your hands running through his hair and massaging his scalp. You’re sure it must hurt too, but you don’t ask him.

“I’m here, I’m alive,” you hum, “You wouldn’t hurt me. And you didn’t try either.”

The good thing about Jun was that he slept all day, but so did you. That meant you didn’t have to deal with him for the day, but you did have to figure out where he was going to sleep, and you had to make sure you didn’t lose him or let him escape. So that unfortunately meant you had to keep him in your room with you.

“Ooh, sharing a bed, huh?” he smirked, wiggling his eyebrows as you closed the door to your bedroom. He looked over at you, leaning toward you a little more than he should’ve. “You know what that usually leads to.”

“Actually, you’re sleeping on the floor,” you grinned, pressing the pad of your index finger against his forehead and pushing his face away from yours.

He narrowed his eyes at you, his mouth dropping open as he just stared before asking, “Why am I taking the floor? Do you know how badly that’ll fuck up my back?”

“You’re basically dead!”

“And that automatically means I don’t value comfort?” Jun scoffed, rolling his eyes as he strolled over to one side of your bed. “I still sleep on a bed, y’know. Oh, _____, my sweet, stupid girl...”

He sighed as he shook his head at you slowly before plopping down on your bed.

“You know I can just shoot you if you piss me off enough, right?” you reminded him. “Get the hell off my bed.”

“Actually, you need me alive,” he grinned, mimicking you as he pointed a finger at you. “Your boss will have your ass if you kill me, because I’m your greatest weapon against the vampires in Japan. Or did you already forget all that? Huh, some vampire hunter you are -- forgetting orders all willy-nilly. But I guess I understand -- my looks and charm are pretty distracting, huh?”

“You talk so fucking much,” you groaned.

It would definitely be a long day.

-

Before the two of you left for your flight, Junhui had to go talk to these ‘brothers’ he mentioned to Jicheol. He requested protection for them and mentioned they might be willing to help, stating he’d ‘talk to them’. So that’s what you had to do before the flight later that night.

Jun was covered in black, his clothing covering every inch of his body -- his black zip-up hoodie covered his hands with sweater paws, and he had his hood pulled up to keep his face hidden in shadows. The sun was beginning to set at he led you to what looked like a junkyard that must’ve been abandoned. It was on the outskirts of the city, overlooking the sea. It was kind of pretty despite the spray painted gang signs everywhere and all the junk laying around.

“Is this where you live?” you asked, making a face as Jun walked into the building at the junkyard -- a decently-sized warehouse that was completely empty and seemed deserted. 

“Not all of us can rent apartments, _____,” he reminded you in a sarcastic tone. You also didn’t catch the side-eye he gave you.

“So...where are your...brothers or whatever?” you wondered. “We kind of have places to be.”

“Probably still sleeping,” he shrugged.

“Well we--”

“Surprise,” a new voice rang out. You whipped around to see a boy with midnight black hair lounging on a beam above the door with a smirk on his face, “we’re wide awake. Nice to see you, Junnie -- we thought you were killed off by roaches.” 

You frowned, looking at Junhui, “Roaches, huh?”

“You call us parasites and it’s fine, but we have a rude name for you and it’s suddenly mean?” he scoffed before turning his attention back to the boy in the rafters. “What’re you doing up there, Soon?”

The boy merely shrugged before dropping down like it was nothing, landing crouched on his feet before straightening up, “I was worried there were intruders since I sensed ro-- Sorry, hunter.”

“Speaking of,” yet another new voice -- this one from behind you and coming from a slim male with round glasses who stood on the balcony -- spoke up and startled you, “why do you have a hunter with you?”

“Early breakfast?” the first boy offered.

“No, this is my new girlfriend,” Junhui grinned. “We’re joined at the hip. She can’t bear to have me leave her side.”

“You were captured, weren’t you?” the vampire on the balcony assumed.

“Captured is a strong word, Wonwoo.”

“But it’s the correct word,” you butted in. “Who are these guys anyway?”

“This is Soonyoung and Wonwoo. Guys, this is the lovely and cheerful _____,” Jun introduced you. “The other two are...?”

“Late, apparently,” another new voice spoke up.

Two boys were walking through the door Junhui had left open. One was taller and much more muscular than the other. The other one was very thin but somehow well-dressed.

“And there’s Mingyu and Minghao,” Jun nodded. “Nice timing.”

“Were you really captured by roaches, Junhui?” Mingyu giggled. “That’s hilarious.”

“And you led them to us,” Minghao eyed you almost boredly, but there was definitely a hint of disgust. “How considerate of you.”

“Yeah, what the fuck were you thinking?” Wonwoo questioned.

“Alright, now just hear me out,” Jun said, putting his hands up to silence his brothers. “The hunters _____ works for want me to help them take out a group in Tokyo, and I said I’d only help if they promised your safety -- by the way, you’re welcome.”

“You want us to thank you?” Minghao scoffed. “How are we supposed to trust them? They literally kill us for a living! Who says they won’t turn around a fuck us over when they get what they want?”

Even you had to admit that he had a point -- and you were silently hoping it was the case.

“Well it’s either I said no and they killed me on the spot, or I agreed and hoped I could find an out before that happened,” Junhui growled. “What did you want me to do, huh?”

“Not bring one of ‘em here, that’s for sure,” Soonyoung muttered, scratching the back of his head.

“Eh, it’s five against one,” Mingyu shrugged.

“Anyway,” Jun continued, “they asked if you guys would help and I said I’d talk to you. So here we are.”

“You want us to help?” Wonwoo asked before laughing at Junhui. “Yeah, hard pass.”

“I think I’d rather rip off my fingernails and watch them grow back,” Mingyu replied.

“Nobody’s putting my life on the line for not helping, so I’m staying home,” Soonyoung nodded. 

“And who’s to say we can’t just overpower sweet cheeks over here and run off?” Mingyu wondered, nodding his head toward you.

‘Wonderful,’ you thought to yourself, ‘another one who’s just as gross as Junhui.’

“Because they’ve not only got a tracker on him,” you finally spoke up now, “but I’m sure they’re watching our every move right now to make sure that doesn’t happen.”

“Again, we ask: why did you lead them to us?” Wonwoo asked.

“Then we should get outta here before they can jump us,” Soonyoung decided, stretching out his limbs. “It’s been nice knowing ya, Junnie!”

“You’re really just gonna ditch me?!” Jun exclaimed.

“Nothing personal,” Mingyu shrugged as Soonyoung climbed one of the beams up to the skylight, pushing the window open just enough for him to climb through. Then he followed Soonyoung out, jumping up to the balcony before climbing the beam as well.

“You got yourself into this mess,” Minghao began, already turning to go the same way Mingyu and Soonyoung had, “so you can get yourself out. You’ve been on your own before, anyway.”

“Yeah,” Wonwoo agreed, “you’ll be fine.”

“I thought we were supposed to be brothers!” Junhui spat as Minghao exited the building.

“That’s the problem, Junhui,” Wonwoo said, “you think.”

He paused to wink at him, before he was gone the same way the other three were.

Jun scoffed and kicked the ground, “Whatever. It’s stupid for vampires to trust other vampires anyway. They’ll stab you in the back over the dumbest fucking things.”

“I don’t think a life or death situation is that dumb,” you shrugged, leading the way out of the warehouse. “I do think you’re dumb, though.”

“Wow, you’re really gonna kick a guy while he’s down?” he sighed dramatically before leaning all his weight against you. You had to stop walking, struggling to push him away. “_____, I need you to comfort me right now. I’m in a really low place. Maybe a kiss would make me feel better.”

“I’d rather swallow a bullet,” you huffed, finally shoving him away enough to keep walking.

He quickly fell back in step beside you with a laugh, “Are you sure?”

“Oh, positive.”

“My favorite blood type!” he grinned. “And guess what, _____? I checked your file and saw that’s exactly what you are! We really are meant to be!”

“How the hell did you see my file?!” you demanded.

“I stole it,” he shrugged.

You stopped and gawked at him, “How?”

“It’s not hard. It’s in my suitcase.”

“Boo.”

You let out an ear piercing scream as you already start to bolt; not caring where your feet took you. “Hey! Damn it, don’t run!” Jun grabs your arm before you can get any further, tugging you towards himself as he sighs. “It’s just me!”

“Why on earth are you scaring me!? In a forest no less!?” The blood rushes to your face which makes Jun laugh, eyes rolling when he licks his lips. Of course.

“No reason. You know, I was watching you since the second time you restarted your route.”

“Why didn’t you say anything?”

The male shrugs, “Wanted to see how determined you were to find me.”

Jun walks with you, hand in hand, through the large overhanging trees. “We’re almost there. And by the way, why were you even out here looking for me? It’s late and you could’ve gotten hurt.”

Your lips press into a tight lipped smile, eyes focused on the small clearing that was up ahead. “I…” You hesitate; you didn’t know what you were doing either, you just knew you had to see Jun.

“Let me take a wild guess, the townspeople were staring again, weren’t they? Whispering about how ‘mingling with the creatures is unbecoming of you.’ right?” You exhale softly, wrapping your arms around Jun’s as you lean into him. “Something like that, yes.”

The two of you fall into a comfortable silence as he guides you through the forest and into the clearing; an old brick mansion coming into view as you step further out.

“Wow… Is this where you’ve been… hiding out?”

Jun chuckles, peering down at you. “Something like that. It’s not much and it hasn’t been kept up for human... inhabitants. There’s enough space for a garden though, perhaps to grow some vegetables?” He clears his throat, hoping you catch what he’s trying to say. “But I think with time and a little effort, we can… figure out how to fix it up for, well, us.”

You grip tightens up on his arm, head tilting up to meet his stare. “Jun… are you sure?”

His dark red pools are soft and gentle, even in the moonlight.

“I mean, you risked your safety to come find me about four times. And if I’m being honest, I quite missed you too. It’s lonely out here and a little too dilapidated for my liking.”

When Jun gets you into the mansion, it’s a quick and fleeting tour around the deteriorating grounds before he turns to you, eyes twinkling as he tugs you up the stairs.

“It’s the only room that’s… intact. I’ve been using it as my personal bedroom.”

He opens the door and pulls you in, letting it slam shut behind you as he tugs you into his chest. “There’s a bed and… well, that’s all we really need, right, sweetheart?”

The two of you share a laugh just as Jun tilts your head up towards him. He leans in close, lips ghosting across your own and you feel your eyes flutter shut as you wait for Jun to kiss you.

It never comes.

Jun’s laugh is breathy and warm against your face and you shyly open your eyes to find his own crimson ones looking at you teasingly.

“But you know, sweetheart, I do have to punish you.”

“W--what? Why, but I didn’t--” Confusion crosses your features as he pulls away; blood going cold when he steps closer to the bed. He takes a seat on the edge, hands neatly folded in his lap.

“Oh, I know, your pretty little head is so confused, huh? But do you remember what I told you before? At the lake, after we’d met for the third time. It was the only rule I ever gave you.”

‘Do not ever trespass into the forest without my permission or my knowledge.’

Oh.

“But--but---”

“Ah, ah, no buts. Now come over here, baby. Over my lap.” The blood rushes to your face again as you curl your fingers into your dress, nodding shakily as you step closer to Jun. You quietly slip your shoes off as he scoots further onto the bed. Nervously, you situate yourself over his lap; ass in the air as you brace yourself on your hands and knees.

“Just a few, okay? I promise I won’t be too harsh on you, sweetheart.”

“O-okay…”

He lifts your dress, letting it bunch up around your waist. His cold hands ghost across your exposed skin as you tremble; already biting your lip at the moan that threatens to spill from you.

Jun can already sense the way you already seem to get aroused just by being propped over him. “Hmm, what is that pretty head of yours thinking, huh? I can smell you getting wet already.” You groan in response, balling your hands into the sheets underneath you.

“Nothing, just… anxious.” He hums in response, bringing his hand down onto you ass as you yelp.

“Guess I should keep you on your toes then, shouldn’t I?”

He soothes the skin; wide palm massaging the red mark blooming onto you. The slight sting bleeds into pleasure as you whine quietly, hoping that Jun doesn’t notice the blood that rushes to your cheeks and the arousal that pools in your lower half.

It’s quiet for beat before Jun brings his hand down onto your skin again, this time a little harder as you mewl his name.

“Sweetheart, this isn’t much of a punishment if you like it, you know.” Jun quips.

“I--s-sorry…”

He brings his hand down onto your ass one last time; eyebrow quirked when you start to rub your thighs together. 

“We’ll just have to try something else, okay?”

You’re thankful that Jun knows you like the back of his hand when he doesn’t tie your arms to the bedposts.

He’d tried it once before; deciding it wasn’t for you or for him when he saw the fabric burns on your wrists from how hard you’d been tugging on your restraints.

But you do whimper when he ties the silk around your head, effectively cutting off your vision before he positions himself between your legs.

“Everything okay, sweetheart?”

“Mm… Mmhmm…”

He eyes the wet patch of fabric on your panties, fingertips already pressing into it, a second later. “O-oh!” Your thighs threaten to clamp shut; instead tightening around his waist as he teases you through the fabric.

“It must feel even better now that you can’t see, huh?” Jun pinches your clit through your panties and you can’t help the choked sob that falls from your lips. “J--Jun…”

“Mm, I know, sweetheart.”

He takes pity, placing both of his hands on your panties before he tears the material right off of your body. “I need to prep you still, so be patient.” You nod in response, brows furrowing.

The idea that you couldn’t tell when he’d start touching you had your breath stopping momentarily. You part your lips to speak but you feel Jun’s cold fingertips gliding through your wet folds almost as if he knew what you were going to say. “Ah, Jun…” He gathers the wetness on his fingertips, bringing it up to your clit as he starts rubbing soft and slow circles on the nub.

“You know, it’s going to be a little difficult to get around town once they know you’re copulating with a vampire.” Jun comments teasingly as he positions a finger at your entrance. He sinks the digit in, thrusting it in and out when he feels how wet you are around his finger.

“I---I don’t c-care… They can, ah, s-say all they wa--want…” You retort. “Jus’ want y-you…”

Jun smirks at this, even if you can’t see it. “Should we give them something to look at then, sweetheart?”

He quickly adds another finger, somewhat impatient himself. You nod at his question, moaning out loud when he starts to scissor and curl his fingers into your tight warmth.

“Please, Jun, hurry! I’m so---”

“Shh, I know. Me too. Patience.”

He leans down, lips ghosting across your clavicle as you shiver. You feel his lips on you a second later, already sucking on the skin to leave blooming love bites all over. He keeps his fingers deep inside your pussy, adding his thumb to your clit as you cry out his name.

“Oh g-god, Jun, I---mmph!”

His lips are on yours, swallowing up your moans as you suddenly cum on his fingers; hips canting up as you try to meet the flicks of his wrists.

He groans against your mouth when he feels your walls fluttering around his fingers; salivating at the way your blood smells even sweeter now that you’d already had one orgasm.

Jun pulls away, grinning when he thinks about it.

How much sweeter could your blood get if you came just one more time?

Your stuttered breath brings him out of his thoughts, pulling his fingers from inside of you as you moan at the sudden emptiness. He gives you only a moment to catch your breath before he’s positioning the head of his cock at your entrance.

“J-Jun, ah, I’m---I’m still s-sensitive…”

He teases your hole with the head of his cock; noting the way you raise your hips and try to grind against him. “Oh? So you want me to stop then?”

You bite your lip, already imagining and craving the way his cock filled you up so perfectly. “No, I want you inside of me, now.” He laughs boisterously, shaking his head at the way you flip flop your feelings.

“You’re the queen of the house now, I suppose.”

He sinks his cock into you, a groan on his lips when he feels how wet you are around his cock. “Ngh, sweetheart… I don’t think I’m going to last very long…” He mutters; already starting a rhythmic pace when he feels your walls clamping down onto him.

“M-me too… But--but it’s okay… I wanna feel you.” You gulp, “And--and I wanna… feel you f-feed. It’s been a-a while, hasn’t it?” Your voice is soft and small to Jun’s ears and he feels his cock throbbing at the mere idea. It wasn’t that he’d never fed from you before, either; it was just that he tried to supplement his feeds from different sources so as to not wear you out.

It’d been a good long while since you’d offered yourself. Granted, part of that was because of his own decisions.

“Are you sure, sweetheart? I don’t have to if you’re not up for it.” He offers gently. Jun knew your limits as much as he craved you.

“N-no, I want you t-to… It kinda makes m-me feel, hah, g-good too…”

The blush eats away at your cheeks and you moan loudly once Jun angles his thrusts perfectly to tap your g-spot. “Oh, god, right t-there!”

Jun leans over you again, however this time he tugs at the loose knot on your blindfold; tossing the material off. “You’ve been so good for me, sweetheart. I think you deserve your vision back, hmm?” He kisses your cheek once before he pulls away.

His lips fall into a gentle smile; the complete opposite of the way his hips seem to piston into you quicker. “Jun, I’m---I’m so close…” Whispering, you let your eyes readjust to the soft moonlight filtering in through the windows. A sheen of sweat covers Jun’s skin, lips parted in shaky breaths when he feels himself getting close to cumming as well.

“Mmh, sweetheart, I’m g-going to feed, okay?” You nod feverishly in response, tilting your head to the side to give him space.

Jun leans in, lips on your skin as he sucks more love bites onto the column of your throat. Your eyes flutter shut by reflex, soft moans spilling from your lips at the feeling.

“Now they’ll really know you belong to me. And so will the other vampires and creatures that dare lurk anywhere near our part of the forest.” His words are slightly muffled against your skin; barely audible between your moans that grow louder and the sound of his hips snapping into you.

He feels your walls tightening around him, a tell tale sign that you were close to an orgasm.

“J-Jun!” You cry; tension snapping in your body at the same time that Jun draws his fangs out and sinks them into your neck.

There’s a rush of sensations going through your body as your toes curl behind his back and your mouth falls open in a silent scream. Your walls flutter around his cock and the subtle pain of his fangs digging into your skin as he feeds from you melds into pleasure when he cums too; cock throbbing inside your pussy as he cums inside of you.

His eyes roll back at the absolute pleasure that washes over him.

Jun was right, after all; your blood tasted even sweeter after two orgasms.

He draws his fangs back in a few moments later, tongue lapping at the wound until it seals over. You mewl in response as you ride out the remnants of your orgasm, soft breaths the only thing you can muster at the fuzziness that takes over your body. 

Jun’s hips grind against you as he peppers small kisses all over your throat and clavicle; adding more blooming marks to your skin as you whine.

“Ju--Jun ‘m really sen--sensitive now…” Mumbling, you try to fight off the sleep that threatens to take you; arms and legs feeling like dead weight.

“You did so well for me, baby. Thank you.” He slides his cock from your pussy, watching the way his cum spill to the sheets underneath you.

“Let’s get you cleaned up, hmm? And maybe find some new sheets somewhere around here, if we can.”

Jun draws you a warm bath; thankful that the grounds were abundant with fire wood and a working water pump.

He carries you to the bathroom wrapped in the soiled bed sheets -- a sheepish smile on his face when he lets you down onto your feet.

“I’m sorry, love. I can’t say I was expecting you today otherwise I would’ve prepared a little better.” You smile warmly in response, “Jun it’s okay, really, it’s not a big deal.”

He holds your hand as you step into the warm water, making sure you didn’t slip or fall. “I know, I just… I haven’t really had a chance to fix this place up, is all. Figured it’d just be me.”

Jun pulls up a small stool, sitting next to you outside of the tub as he gently starts massaging your tired shoulders. “Your neck is also quite pretty with my marks all over it now though, I will say.” He laughs teasingly, tilting your head towards himself until he can press a chaste kiss against your lips.

“Speaking of…” You mumble as you pull away slightly, “Regardless of what the townspeople say, I’m not too keen on going around with all these blotches on my neck, Jun! Your bite mark is the least of my concerns!”

He rolls his eyes, kissing you once more before he pulls away to grab the soap to wash your hair. “No worries, sweetheart. I know this might be hard to believe, but I’ve a friend a little ways away. Name’s Seokmin. He’s a warlock and quite the unsuspecting fellow. Must be his smile, although I’ll admit he’s quite charming in his own ways. I’ll have him go into town and get some things for us in the meantime. Maybe some seeds and herbs from his garden, as well.”

You quirk a brow at him, watching the way he collects bubbles on his hands before he brings them to your hair. “Since when were you so chummy with the enchanter types?”

Jun snorts; fingertips massaging your scalp as you moan and lean into his touch.

“Seokmin runs my errands around town and I play along with his little experiments. It’s all about balance out here, sweetheart. But don’t worry, you’ll get used to it.”

“Don’t kill him, just capture him. Bring him back here when you do.”

Those stupid instructions kept repeating in your head. What was the point of capturing a vampire and not killing it? All vampires were bad. They killed humans. That’s why you existed. You were trained to kill them on sight, but now you were being told to show some sort of mercy. What sort of bullshit was that? 

But your boss gave you orders so you would follow them even if you didn’t agree with them.

It had taken a few days to figure out where to find this Jun. There were apparently a few places he hung around, so you were checking those places. It was well into 2am and most of the streets were empty. However, most vampires were known to linger in the alleyways of more crowded places, hoping to lure humans away to feed on them. So you stuck to the shadows, watching and listening carefully for any sign of--

‘Vampire.’

You froze as soon as you sensed it, knowing exactly where it was. You didn’t make it obvious you knew, but you stayed in your spot, slowly moving your head to seem like you were surveying the area. In reality, you knew it was perched on the fire escape above you, ready to pounce down on you.

But you were ready for that.

Just as it leaped down, you rolled out of the way, swiftly and smoothly pulling your knife out of its sheath. You were on your feet and running at the vampire quick enough to catch it off guard. Since you knew where it was, you had time to figure out your plan. So you tackled it to the ground, straddling it and holding your knife to its throat.

And lo and behold, it was just the vampire you were looking for. Jun looked up at you with a smirk, his eyes blood red as he eyed you up and down, licking his lips hungrily.

“Wasn’t expecting my dinner to be so quick on its feet,” he chuckled. “Shouldn’t have been so careless, I guess.”

“Shut up,” you stated boredly as you used your free hand to get the handcuffs from your belt.

“So what now?” he asked, ignoring your order. “Are you gonna kill me or whatever?”

“As much as I would like to,” you sighed as you began cuffing his hands together, “I have to take you somewhere.”

“Ooh, an adventure,” he grinned, wiggling his eyebrows as you managed to get off of him and tug him to his feet. “Just one question, sweetheart--”

“Don’t call me that.”

“Do you really expect some handcuffs to stop me?”

You rolled your eyes before looking at him, “Do you not know anything about vampire hunters?”

He shrugged, “Never been caught by one.”

“Well, those will keep you from running away. Now let’s go.”

You turned to walk away, but, of course, Jun had other ideas.

“Thanks but uh, I think going home with you after the first date is too early for me,” he said, miming tipping his hat to you. “Sorry, but this won’t work out. Please don’t contact me again. Bye!”

You knew vampires were quick. You knew Jun could easily get away and you wouldn’t catch him. You’d have to follow your instincts to find him again, but you knew he’d definitely be hiding pretty well for the rest of the night and probably for a few weeks at minimum. But you also knew how the handcuffs worked while Jun had no idea.

He was only a few feet from you when he shouted out in pain and had dropped to his knees. He was hissing as he stared at his wrists that had felt the painful shock, looking between them like he was trying to figure out a difficult math problem.

“Those’ll shock you if you’re a certain distance away from me,” you explained, “and it’s so painful that you can’t get away. So I suggest you keep up or you’re going to be in a lot of pain.”

“Look, I’m into pain, but this is too much,” Jun huffed with a small pout as you dragged him up off his knees and shoved him to walk in the direction you wanted him to. “Do I at least get a safe word?”

“Shut up,” you groaned.

“That’s a really shitty safe word.”

-

You wondered why you’d spent days trying to track down Jun when he was so obnoxious and annoying. The entire way back to headquarters was awful, containing him trying to flirt with you or make some sort of comment that walked the line between flirting and being a snarky asshole. Honestly, that seemed to be all he was capable of.

“I really wish I wasn’t told to not kill you,” you sighed halfway through.

“Well isn’t that unfortunate,” was all he replied to you with before he carried on with whatever he was saying before -- you weren’t paying attention, you’d learned very quickly to tune him out.

Once you were back at headquarters, you thought maybe Jun would shut up a little bit. You thought maybe being in a place full of top of the line vampire hunters would intimidate him into silence, but he seemed to not be fazed by anything at all. He had something to say to pretty much every person you walked past, and it got to a point where you were pretty positive every hunter in there wanted to kill him. The guy was just so annoying.

You finally reached the boss’s office. You knocked on the door three times as Jun leaned down and whispered, “Is this where I die? Because I’d like the heads up when it finally happens, y’know?”

You knew Jun definitely wouldn’t just take his death lying down. Hell, he probably had something up his sleeve to get out if he had to, he probably wanted to just see where this was going -- and you would be right about that because he figured he had nothing better to do. 

“I wish,” you mumbled as you heard your boss tell you to enter.

Opening the door and walking in, you went straight to the boss’s desk. Jun, however, decided to take his sweet ass time and look around the large room, his head tilting back as he looked all the way up at the ceiling and rolled his head around to look at the other side of the room. But being too far from you caused his cuffs to shock him, and he let out a surprised yelp.

“Are you kidding me?!” he demanded in annoyance.

You just silently snickered at him.

“I’m impressed you found him,” your boss, Jicheol noted as he stood up from his desk and observed Jun.

Hearing that familiar voice, Jun snapped his head down to look at the man behind the desk. His face spread into a smirk as he approached the desk, standing beside you.

“Ji, long time, no see,” he said casually as if they were old friends. “Been a while since you were trying to slaughter me. How’s the wife?”

“Dead,” Jicheol deadpanned.

Jun opened his mouth but nothing came out as he blinked, “Okay, not the reply I was expecting...”

“So what did I have to drag this pain in the ass here for?” you sighed, wanting to get this whole thing done and over with.

Jicheol grabbed his computer monitor with both hands and turned the screen to face you. It was an article about the death toll in Japan going up, and the worst of it seeming to stem from Tokyo. Nobody was able to figure out what it was, but the three of you knew exactly what was causing it.

“As you’re aware, _____, a powerful coven of vampires is ravaging Tokyo and spreading to the rest of Japan,” Jicheol began, looking between you and Jun. “Jun here is, unfortunately, one of the most infamous vampires in Korea for how hard he is to catch, and for how strong he is.”

“Thanks, chief,” Jun grinned.

You already hated where this was going.

“That’s why I want you to go with him to Tokyo--”

“Wait, wait, hold on,” Jun quickly interrupted. “Let’s go back to when you were just complimenting me, yeah? You ruined it with the whole ‘go to another country with this party pooper’ thing.”

Jicheol sighed, folding his hands together in front of him, “_____ is the strongest vampire hunter we have, but all the best in Japan have tried to catch this coven and have come up dead. If we want to stop them, we need the help of a strong vampire, too.”

“And why would I help vampire hunters?” Jun quizzed, raising an eyebrow. “You’ll just kill me when it’s over.”

“Maybe not...” Jicheol shrugged.

“What do you mean ‘maybe not’?” you demanded. 

“He could be useful to us if he chooses to cooperate with us for this. And if he chooses to stay with us, of course he’ll be spared his life, and we’ll provide protection, housing, and means of food.”

“We’re going to protect a vampire?” you clarified. “Jicheol--”

“Yeah, that seems counterproductive for a group of vampire hunters,” Jun agreed.

You rolled your eyes, grumbling, “Can you not interrupt me?”

“Can you get to your point faster then?” he countered.

Instead of speaking on your bickering, Jicheol sighed and continued, “It would be helpful to keep a few vampires on our side to weed out the difficult ones. Look, we could sit here all night and discuss rhymes and reasons but the faster I get the two of you to Tokyo, the faster we can fix this issue.”

“Do I get a negotiation?” Jun asked.

You snorted, glancing down at his handcuffed wrists before looking back at him, “I really don’t think you’re in a position for negotiating, bud.”

But instead, Jicheol replied with, “What kind of negotiation?”

Jun flashed a snarky grin your way before taking a step forward and clearing his throat, “I want protection for my brothers, too. That’s first and foremost.”

“How many?” Jicheol questioned, raising his eyebrows to show he was interested.

“Four.”

“Would they be willing to help?”

“...I can talk to them.”

Jicheol nodded, “Continue.”

“I want cool clothes like sweet cheeks over here,” Jun said, nodding his head toward you, “and I want a really nice umbrella so I can go outside during the day. And I want--”

“We can offer your friends protection,” Jicheol stated.

Jun nodded, stepping back, “Cool, thank you, sir.”

You looked incredulously between the two men, “So this is seriously happening?!”

“We’ll prepare the flight for tomorrow night,” Jicheol explained, essentially ignoring your comment, “so that gives Jun time to talk with his friends. _____, I would like if you accompanied him to make sure he doesn’t go anywhere.”

You wanted to tell Jicheol he was out of his goddamn mind if he thought sending you alone into five vampires was a reasonable idea, but the look on your face said it all. He simply said he knew you could handle it before carrying on.

“We’ll handle packing and such. We’ll equip you with everything you’ll need and everything that’ll help you. Please report back here tomorrow at midnight.”

“What do I do with him until tomorrow night?” you wondered.

“Take him with you,” Jicheol replied as if the answer was obvious.

You raised your eyebrows in surprise, “You-- Y-you want me to babysit a handcuffed vampire all day?”

Jicheol cocked his head, “Do you think you can’t handle it?”

“Of course I can!” you insisted immediately.

“Then what’s the issue, _____?”

You really wanted to snap at Jicheol and tell him to go fuck himself, but instead you just grumbled and turned sharply on your heels to leave. Jun giggled at your angry expression and began to follow after you.

“Goodbye, Jicheol!” he sang over his shoulder. “See ya later!”

“You two have fun,” Jicheol smirked playfully.

Jun sighed as he fell in step beside you, seeming more amused than ever now, “Oh, I’m positive we will. Isn’t that right, _____?”

You frowned, refusing to look at him, “Eat a dick.”

As the door closed behind you and the two of you walked down the hallway, Jun tisked, “I would watch your attitude around me or I just might end up eating you, sunshine.”

“I’d like to see you try, bloodsucker,” you shot back, glaring at him now. “I can kill you just as easy.”

He chuckled shaking his head as his voice dropped lower, “That’s not the kind of eating I meant.”

You cursed yourself for blushing -- and Jun definitely noticed because he was giggling about it -- and cursed Jicheol for getting you into this mess. But the sooner everything was over with, the sooner you didn’t have to deal with Junhui.