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There was a lot that came with becoming a new vampire that Jungkook wasn’t prepared for when he woke up for his second life scared, confused, and thirsty for something he’d only ever tasted before when licking a small cut.
And two new bright and shiny teeth was one of them.
Jungkook had never imagined that they would give him as much trouble as they have so far. But to be fair, he hadn’t really imagined much what being a vampire would actually be like much before he was turned. He had considered it in passing but never seriously, because as far as he had known in his living life, vampires weren’t real. They were something that was in movies and books and fairy tales, never something that Jungkook needed to make a concrete plan of action and list of concerns for if he became a vampire.
Which is something he tended to do frequently. Planning came as a comfort, because planning meant knowing all of the possible outcomes and predicting things that could go wrong and then planning responses for when those things went wrong so nothing ever truly went wrong wrong because he had planned for everything.
(Except, well, he got killed at the age of 23 so obviously the planning thing didn’t quite work out in every facet of his moral existence, and maybe there was probably no way in his immortal existence that he could truly predict and plan for everything. He tried not to think about that too much though.)
The point was, before six months ago, the longest he had ever really considered vampires was when he went through a brief Twilight phase in the ninth grade, and even that was more about being a little bit too obsessed with Taylor Lautner than anything else. And when he did think about the concept of vampires, it was in cloudy non-concrete terms, more about the mysterious lore and maybe even the sexiness behind the concept of it all. He thought about the blood and the super speed and strengths that came with the eternal undead life, and hiding away from the sun’s rays like they were poison.
He never really considered the more, well, practical aspects of being a vampire.
Until he became one.
His first life ended about six months ago. The memories are hazy on his end still, coming back more and more each day as time passed and he adjusted to his new life. But they had told them what happened. Seokjin, the oldest vampire in the coven, was out on a blood bag run when he found Jungkook bleeding out on the side of the road from what Seokjin assumed was a mugging gone wrong. His heart had been beating weakly and he was losing blood fast, hardly lucid enough to speak or move.
So Seokjin brought him back to the coven mansion, hidden deep in the middle of the forest as fast as he could, unable to leave him bleeding out on the street with a sound conscious, ignoring the alluring scent of fresh blood seeping from his wounds.
Seokjin told him that he had hoped Namjoon would be able to heal his wounds and save him, Jimin could wipe his recent memory, and they could return him to the area where they found him. They would part ways with Jungkook thinking he had probably gotten too drunk the night before and blacked out while the coven kept the knowledge that they had helped someone who needed them. They didn’t have the intentions of turning him, Seokjin was always clear about that. As the eldest, he knew best of all the blessings and curses that came with this life, but Jungkook had been far past the point of recovery. Not even with Namjoon’s knowledge of human medicine and his vampiric healing ability could bring him back from the edge of death.
And by that point, Namjoon had gotten attached.
When they told him this part of the story, it was always with smirks and giggles and side glances between him and Namjoon that Jungkook was sure if vampires could blush, they would both be tomato red even though Jungkook didn’t have a single clue what he was meant to be blushing about. He had no memory of this part at all, he hardly even remembered getting back to the mansion in clear details, but he was sure there was something that they weren’t telling him. It was still so damn fuzzy, but the others’ reactions were enough to tell him that it was probably either A: embarrassing, or B: very embarrassing, and maybe he was better off not knowing what he had said or done with his dying breath.
But he still was curious, despite that.
Because whatever it was, whatever he did or said, that was what made Namjoon turn him.
Next thing Jungkook knew he was waking up in the same world where everything was quite different from what he remembered.
The superhuman speed and strength were his first challenge to overcome. One day he accidentally broke an antique piece of furniture flopping onto it a liiiittle too hard when they were having a movie marathon, cracking it right in half and sending half his hyungs toppling to the floor. Another day he meant to take a couple steps to greet Taehyung and ended up barreling into him at half the speed of light, knocking the both of them clean over and breaking, yet, another antique couch much to Seokjin’s chagrin.
He managed to get used to that decently quickly, and now he very rarely broke expensive, one of a kind objects that the age old vampires had collected over their time alive. (Like only once a week now! He was quite proud of that.)
But what Jungkook was still struggling with every single day was his goddamned fangs.
The two pointy teeth that were slowly slowly coming in.
They were long enough to be visible now, just barely, only just reaching the same length of his other teeth, not looking much different than the canines that they pushed out months earlier to replace, but not quite big or sharp enough yet to cut or bite like his whole entire new biology was urging him to do.
And Jungkook was thirsty.
All of the time.
It felt like the hunger was going to eat him from the inside out, a million and ten times worse than the insatiable hunger he felt when going through puberty and he grew twenty centimeters in one summer. He was overly aware of the blood that was flowing through his veins with each beat of his newly undead heart, and yet he wanted more. He craved the taste on his tongue, the warm and heavy thick feeling of the blood slurping down his throat.
But even if he were to go out and find something to bite, his goddamn teeth weren’t going to even let him get what he wanted.
They kept blood bags in the industrial kitchen freezer, but Seokjin had been keeping it under lock and key for the sole reason that he was all too aware that if Jungkook had the access, he would drink their entire supply up in a day. And he wasn’t about to unlock it and give him the key.
Jimin and Taehyung were usually his best bet. They were the youngest vampires of the group other than him (though still decades older than Jungkook), and were the most likely ones to take pity on him since they still have vivid memories of what this phase of changing was like. But they had gone out to the town tonight and there was no guarantee when they would return and Jungkook was impatient.
(He always had been, but now with the growing pit of need in his gut, it had gotten much, much worse.)
Hoseok was out of the question. He was the most strict out of everyone about Jungkook following his “Baby Vampire Growth Plan” as he liked to call it. Hoseok, like Jungkook, was a planner. And he had made a detailed nineteen step plan to introduce Jungkook to the eternal undead life with as much ease as possible and was dedicated to keeping him on track for his goals.
Which was sweet, and very much appreciated, but he definitely wasn’t going to help Jungkook get some blood.
There was Yoongi, the most reclusive and quiet vampire of the group. He tended to keep to his own space doing his own thing, and Jungkook was not about to go into the East wing of the mansion and interrupt whatever it is he does during his days to ask him for favors. Because, frankly, Jungkook was still a little scared of Yoongi, despite literally every other vampire in the house insisting that Yoongi was the most harmless of them all.
(But they also ranked Jimin as the scariest, so Jungkook didn’t really trust their ranking system. Maybe they were right, but he wasn’t about to take any chances.)
So that left him one option.
Jungkook knocked quietly on the door before entering the room. Namjoon was seated at his desk, looking over some papers, probably reading some message or another from one of the neighborhood covens. Apparently there had been some sort of turf issue between two groups on the other side of the city, and tensions had been high recently even though they weren’t involved. There was a lot of politics behind it all, with who they aligned themselves with and which group they offered their assistance too, and a lot more that Jungkook didn’t quite understand yet.
Namjoon was busy, dealing with this and probably a whole lot of other things he wasn’t even aware of, Jungkook knew that.
But he was desperate.
For relief from the stomach pains and to taste blood on his tongue after what has felt like hours of suffering. Starving. Waiting for a drop of the one thing he craved more than life itself.
So he made his way across the room quickly, not so fast as to disturb the papers on the desk, and sank down onto Namjoon’s lap, legs folding on either sides of his hips, curling into him easily.
Namjoon didn’t even say anything, he just hummed, shifting a bit in his seat as he wrapped an arm around Jungkook to hold him steady and kept working. Jungkook nuzzled his nose into Joon’s neck, pressing right into his pulse point, wanting nothing more than to bite it and feel the blood break the surface on his tongue and feed.
And maybe he would do that if his useless teeth weren’t holding him back.
“Hyung,” he said softly, biting the inside of his lip just to satisfy the urge to bite bite bite. “Joon hyung.”
“Hm?” Namjoon hummed, his hand on Jungkook’s back rubbing comforting circles.
“It hurts.”
“I know it does, baby.”
“Really bad hyung.” He let a bit of whine enter his voice this time, and that got Namjoon’s attention. The older vampire tugged Jungkook back from his spot nestled in his neck to look at him.
“Is it your fangs?” Jungkook shook his head, making an aborted sound, and Namjoon hummed again in understanding. “You’re thirsty.”
Jungkook looked at Namjoon with big eyes, pleading with them.
He really was his only hope here.
“Didn’t you feed this morning?” Namjoon asked, and Jungkook wanted to cry at the inquiry.
“That was hours ago.”
“It was seven hours ago,” Namjoon said, glancing at the clock.
“Exactly. That’s so long.”
“You’re not supposed to have more blood until this evening. Every twelve hours, right? That’s Hoseok’s plan?”
Jungkook made a frustrated sound.
“It’s not enough though. I drain the whole bag and I’m still hungry afterwards.”
“I know, I remember what it’s like. And that’ll go away soon I promise.”
“But it’s not going away,” he pouted. “I just need a little bit to hold me over and I’ll be okay.”
Namjoon looked at him skeptically and then sighed.
He really never was good at saying no to Jungkook. Jungkook sometimes wondered if it had something to do with the fact that Namjoon was the one who turned him, but then he thought to the giggles and glances from the others and thought maybe it was something else entirely.
“A little bit and I mean little Jungkook. Don’t go draining me because then I’ll have to explain to Jin hyung why I need the keys to the blood vault.”
Jungkook was already nodding, bobbing his head up and down in easy agreement. He’d take any that he could get at this point. A single drop was better than nothing.
“I won’t,” he promised easily, his whole body bristling with excitement at the anticipation for blood.
Namjoon gave him a warning look, then raised his own wrist and bit into it, drawing blood easily. Jungkook’s senses went haywire at the scent of fresh blood, nostrils flaring, but he waited until Namjoon presented his wrist before grabbing his arm (maybe a biiiiit more forcefully than he planned) and attached his lips to the wound, sucking the blood from the puncture wounds.
The cuts were shallow. Shallow enough that Jungkook had to suck on Namjoon’s wrist to get consistent blood flow coming out of the wounds, which was probably Namjoon’s way of controlling how much he drank and pacing him. Jungkook licked over the punctures, biting around them and then letting his teeth slide into the same place that Joon had split his own skin, imagining that he was the one who had bit him and used his own fangs to cut the skin before pulling back and sucking on the wound again, drinking and indulging in the taste.
Blood always tasted better when it came from Namjoon. Apparently there was something about Namjoon being his sire that brought him into the second life that caused it but Jungkook didn’t care.
All he cared about now was that Joon’s blood tasted good.
There was a sharper flavor and a sweet aftertaste that left Jungkook wanting more and more and more, leading him to wonder if maybe that taste was just Namjoon on the blood, the consequence of it passing through his body over and over again until easing through a cut and landing on Jungkook’s lips, wondering if he could taste that in other ways too when he let his mind wander too much.
“Jungkook,” Namjoon warned carefully, tugging on his hair as a caution.
Jungkook whined in the back of his throat, but gave one more suck and used every ounce of self control to pull back and drop Namjoon’s wrist despite every urge telling him to drink drink drink.
Namjoon rubbed his other thumb over the puncture wounds, his fingers glowing briefly and then the wounds were gone as if they had never happened. Jungkook grabbed his wrist again, leaning down to lick up the last drop of blood slowly, savoring it on his tongue before releasing his wrist again and sitting back up to face him.
He planned on thanking him even though the blood lust was nowhere near satisfied with the little amount, but it at least was something. A little bit to ebb the pain away.
But Jungkook froze when he saw the bright red smear on Namjoon’s lips.
Blood stained from when he bit his own wrist.
Without thinking, Jungkook lunged forward, sealing his lips over Namjoon’s, licking over his bottom lip and skin to collect the blood that had dropped down before sucking his lip into his mouth, tasting it, savoring it before biting down and nibbling, as if it were an open wound that would produce more blood.
And when it didn’t, Jungkook chased the taste into Namjoon’s mouth, seeking out every trace of blood remaining with his tongue, first licking over the insides of his lips before diving in deeper, over his gums, the roof of his mouth and the fronts and backs of his teeth. Namjoon’s hands found his waist and thigh as Jungkook ran his tongue over Namjoon’s fangs, gasping when he cut himself on the sharp points, blood pooling on his own tongue.
Namjoon nearly growled into his mouth, his hands tightening their grip on him, holding him more firmly. The hand on his waist moved away and came to Jungkook’s chin, dragging him closer and holding him as Namjoon collected the blood on Jungkook’s tongue, pressing it back and forth between the two of them until they shared it on their tongues.
It was filthy, and only as the taste of blood was fizzling out did Jungkook realize that the way their lips were moving together was more like a kiss than anything else.
And he was the one who initiated it.
(Human Jungkook would have been proud of him. Even if he was horribly mortified at this situation)
(And maybe a little bit turned on too)
“Getting rid of the evidence,” he said in explanation as he leaned back, breaking the kiss and clearing his throat. He looked away from Namjoon, as if not looking at him would make his brain stop thinking about the way his lips felt and tasted. “You know, so Seokjin hyung or Hoseok hyung don’t find out I cheated my diet.”
Namjoon raised an eyebrow, his face not giving any of his emotions away, looking a little too closed off for what Jungkook would have wished. Usually Namjoon left his feelings on his face, and if he was actively concealing them, that meant there was something he was trying to hide from him.
And Jungkook let himself hope.
“Is that what that was?” Namjoon asked after a minute, nonchalantly, as if he didn’t care about the answer.
“Is that what you want it to be?” Jungkook questioned in return, his undead heart beating a little faster.
He’d never been able to deny it, the connection he felt with Namjoon ever since the start of his second life.
Maybe it was because Namjoon created him, the one who sired him and let him feed off his own blood when Jungkook came to him and asked, the one who gave in to every one of his demands without much pushing.
Or maybe it was the growing feelings in his chest that Jungkook was a bit afraid to name as if recognizing them would make them all that much more real.
There were consequences in love when you were mortal, but life was limited and left no room for immense regret. If you made a mistake, life simply went on. Things didn’t stop. A life without a confirmed death changed things. Things would not die with him because he couldn’t die. He was frozen, they both were, and there was no fated escape that would come with time. Eternity stretched long before them, and the vastness was intimidating.
Messing something up in a human life is maybe 80 years of regret.
Messing something up in an eternal life could bring an eternity of regret.
It changed things, whether Jungkook wanted it to or not, it did. He might be new to eternal life, but even he understood this. That the weight of his decisions was much heavier than before, much more permanent.
“I want whatever you’ll give me,” Namjoon answered.
“I’ll give you everything,” Jungkook said eagerly, meaning it with his whole entire being. “Anything, everything you want.”
“And I’ll give you everything in return,” Namjoon promised and they sealed their lips together again, this time in a proper kiss, one that didn’t start or end in blood thirst but for the greed for touch and closeness and each other. Namjoon kissed like there was nothing else in this world he would rather be doing. As if there was nothing he could be doing in the current moment other than kissing Jungkook.
Jungkook was so caught up in the way Namjoon's lips felt on his in a proper kiss that he didn't even realize that he had begun slowly rocking back and forth on Namjoon’s thigh as his desperation grew and grew and grew, seeing a satisfaction for the pleasure building in his gut.
Namjoon put his hands on Jungkook’s waist and for half a second, he thought he was going to still him, that he was going to pull back from his lips and say that it was too soon or that they should wait.
But he did the exact opposite.
Instead, Namjoon's held him and began to guide his movements, slowly at first, as if he was testing the waters. When Jungkook made a needy sound somewhere in the back of his throat, pushing into his hands, Namjoon held him tighter, pulled him closer with a bit more intention and purpose, until their chests were pressed against each other as their lips were still sealed in a kiss that was getting hotter and hotter each second in a way that Jungkook thought he might get burned by how overwhelming it all was.
Vampires didn’t need to breathe, Jungkook knew that, but maybe it was a residual result from his human life that had his breath getting quicker between their kisses, gasping for air he didn’t even need. Namjoon was patient through it too, always giving him the space to breathe before diving back in and kissing him again and again. Each time reached a bit deeper and tugged a bit harder on Jungkook’s heart, and he felt the warmth in his chest begin to settle downwards.
With how worked up he was, Jungkook wasn’t surprised at all that when Namjoon pulled him a bit closer, his half hard cock pressed against his chest.
Jungkook whined, breaking the kiss again and leaning his head back, like he needed to clear his head for a moment.
He grabbed at Namjoon’s shirt, and there was a sharp tearing sound that he definitely didn’t expect to accompany it. Jungkook looked to his hand where he was holding a shredded piece of shirt in his fingertips. His eyes went wide as he looked at his fingernails that had grown into dark claws.
Jungkook had seen the others' claws before, watched as they flicked them out and retracted them with ease, but he he had figured that those, like many of the other vampiric perks, were far off in the future.
“I was wondering when those were going to show up,” Namjoon said casually, dipping his fingers into the shallow thin cut on his chest. He must have nicked Namjoon when he accidentally tore his shirt. Namjoon covered his fingers with blood before holding them up to Jungkook’s lips.
He tried to learn forward and take them into his mouth, the scent of blood beginning to get to his brain yet again, but Namjoon’s other hand shot out and gripped his neck, holding him back.
“Claws away first.”
Jungkook let out a frustrated sound.
“I don’t know how.”
“Pity then,” Namjoon said, bringing his blood covered fingers to his own lips. “Tastes good.”
Jungkook tried to lunge forward and get it, but Namjoon was stronger, more disciplined than he was, and held him back with ease.
“Hyung please.”
Namjoon ignored him and licked a strip up the side of his finger. Jungkook ached to taste it too. He could feel his fangs beginning to burn at the thought, and he imagined if his fangs were full grown that they would have extended by now, that they'd be pressing into his bottom lip, sharp and ready.
“Just imagine them being gone,” Namjoon said. “You just have to want it to happen and it will.”
Jungkook looked at his hands, focusing on them, imagining them without claws. But they didn’t go anywhere. He looked up at Namjoon with desperation, looking between him and the blood dripping down his finger.
He wanted it.
But it didn't work.
“You’re thinking too much. Close your eyes.”
Jungkook did what Namjoon said, cloaking the room in darkness. Somehow, now that he couldn’t see, everything felt a bit heavier, a bit more heated between them. Jungkook focused on the feeling of Namjoon’s hand on his throat, not gripping tightly but enough to make sure he knew he was there, ready to hold him back if necessary, ready to put him in his place if he tried to act rashly and lunge for the blood. He inhaled and filled his lungs with the scent of fresh blood and also the old books around the room, the aging parchment he had grown to associate with Namjoon and his office space. He focused on the feeling of Namjoon’s thighs between his, and the ache in his gut to touch and be touched so strong that he was beginning to realize he wouldn’t be able to ignore it for much longer.
“Good job,” Namjoon praised, and he opened his eyes. The long claws were gone from his fingers, and Namjoon released his throat and offered his hand as a reward. Jungkook immediately took one of his fingers into his mouth, licking the blood with his tongue before sealing his lips around and sucking on his finger before moving back and taking another one in alongside it.
As he was distracted with his fingers, Namjoon started undoing the buttons on Jungkook's shirt with his free hand as he leaned forward and started kissing down his neck, occasionally scraping his fangs across the sensitive spots in a way that made Jungkook’s mind whirl. He didn't press hard enough to break the skin, but it was enough to feel it. To feel the press of Namjoon’s teeth right against his pulse point, knowing that if he wanted to, he could sink his fangs in deep, puncturie the artery and drink until he was full.
His lips dipped down into Jungkook’s collarbone, biting the skin with his teeth, nipping ay first and then pressed a kiss to the spot he had bit gently as if it was a little apology.
But there wasn't any apology needed because Jungkook was dying beneath his touch.
Well, again. He had already done that once six months ago.
Jungkook finished cleaning the fingers of blood and looked down at the cut on Namjoon’s chest from where his claws had nicked him, eyes focused on the single drop of blood dripping from the edge.
Namjoon laughed, running his fingers through Jungkook’s hair and urging him downwards.
“Go on then. You might as well enjoy it.”
Jungkook didn't have to be told twice. He dove down and licked a thick stripe from the start to the end of the cut, gathering the blood on his tongue before leaning up and kissing Namjoon, opened mouthed, sharing the blood in a heated kiss.
And for once, the blood thirst didn’t feel completely all consuming. He wanted it, of course he did, especially when it was so easily available and freely given to him. And he enjoyed the feeling of it between their lips and passed on their tongues too, but he also wanted other things. Things that overtook the innate need to feed and taste every drop of blood in a ten kilometer radius of him.
Jungkook was desperate.
But for the first time in months, it wasn’t for blood.
He kissed Namjoon with blood between their lips, messy and slowly, wanting something more than this. Jungkook started moving his hips again, starting off with small movements back and forth, this time intentionally unlike how this all began and then spiraled to where they were now, until he worked himself up, rutting his hips and grinding down against Namjoon’s, aching for a bit of relief.
Everything was in extremes as a vampire. He was extremely fast, strong, and hungry all the time. It only made sense that when he got horny too that that was a whole new ballpark of neediness and desperation that he had never even known before.
“Hyung please,” he said, pulling away from Namjoon’s mouth for a second. Namjoon began kissing down his throat again, and Jungkook threw his head back at the sensation, letting it flood his whole body, sinking his own teeth into his bottom lip, trying to hold back a moan or a whine or whatever was trying to escape from his lungs.
“Please what?” Namjoon asked, a teasing tone on his voice.
Despite his shirt being in shreds on the ground and hanging off his body, he was the far more put together between the two of them. Jungkook was nearly writhing on his lap and they had hardly even touched each other.
At least, not in the way Jungkook wanted.
“Touch me?” he asked. “Please?”
“Well since you asked so nicely.”
Jungkook could basically feel the excitement rushing through the blood in his veins as Namjoon leaned back in and captured his lips again. Namjoon’s hands landed on his bare chest. His hands were cold but the felt like fire on his skin, every single nerve reacting to his touch at its extremes. One hand stayed there, fingers finding his nipples easily and beginning to tease them gently, occasionally pinching, leaving Jungkook squirming in his lap and wanting more.
His other hand slid down and around his side, landing first on the small of his back before slowly coming down to grip his ass firmly.
Jungkook let out an honest to god moan right into Namjoon’s mouth when the older tugged him closer by his ass in a way that lined their cocks up right next to each other, relieving a bit of the building pressure in his jeans.
Namjoon did it again, rocking him back, seeming to eat up every single sound Jungkook made. His sighs, the whines, the moans. He swallowed each and every single one of them with a kiss that only spurred Jungkook to rut against him harder, and more firmly, craving to hear those same very sounds from Namjoon as well.
Jungkook’s hands released Namjoon’s hair that they had taken up home in while they were kissing and went straight to his pants. He unlatched Namjoon’s belt, yanked it off and threw it somewhere across the room before fumbling with the button and zipper until they were yanked down and Jungkook dipped his hand inside of Namjoon's briefs and pulled his cock out.
And fuck it was perfect.
Jungkook nearly started salivating at the sight.
“Is having a big dick a vampire perk that comes with time or were you always this gifted?” Namjoon threw his head back and laughed. “I'm seriously not kidding. That is impressive."
"You're ridiculous," Namjoon said, but it was with the utmost affection.
"And I really want to suck your dick right now.”
Namjoon just chuckled, low and gravely. He poked at Jungkook’s little fangs, rubbing the pad of his thumb over his gums. “How about you get these under control first and then we can discuss that.”
“I have them under control,” Jungkook pouted.
There really was nothing there to control, honestly. They were small, and they couldn't even puncture skin yet.
“Maybe in five years you will.”
Jungkook baulked. “Five years?”
“You saw what your claws did!” Namjoon reminded him. “I do not want your fangs doing the same thing to my dick. Eternal life is it’s own brand of suffering, but eternal life without my penis might be completely unbearable.”
“Okay, I get it you don't want me accidentally severing your dick off, but five years? Hyung that’s so long.”
“That’s how long it usually takes to have full control over, well, everything. And it’s really not that long if you put it into perspective.”
Jungkook crossed his arms, pouting. “It is to me.”
“How about this," Namjoon said, putting on his negotiation face and tone. "You learn how to control them first and then you can suck my dick however much you want.”
Jungkook grinned.
“Deal. I’m going to do so well with my growth plan now. No more breaking my diet."
Namjoon laughed. "We'll see if you can keep to that."
He kissed Jungkook starting slowly, caught up by their grins for a moment, enjoying feeling their happiness against each other so intimately. But then Namjoon nipped at lip, and Jungkook felt the fire in his gut catch again.
He reached down between them and wrapped his hand around Namjoon’s cock, feeling the weight in his hand before giving an experimental tug. Namjoon sighed against his lips, and the small sound of pleasure spurred Jungkook on, encouraging him to grip him more surely and moving his hand slowly from base to tip, tightening at the top for a moment before going slack and moving his hand back down to the base.
Jungkook watched as Namjoon slowly turned to putty in his hands, listening closely to his reactions, taking note of each little thing that made him gasp and twitch in his hands and filed those away in his mind. There was something so pleasing to him knowing that he was making Namjoon feel good. That with just his hands he could turn Namjoon into this. From a poised vampire with control, and restraint he had built up over time to a boneless man completely helpless to Jungkook's touch.
Except.
He wasn't helpless. At all.
And once Namjoon had enough of being teased, the tables turned quickly.
It was like a light switch had flicked the opposite direction. One minute Jungkook was the one calling the shots and the next he was rendered half helpless, at mercy to Namjoon, hardly able to keep up with him as Namjoon pulled Jungkook's cock out of his pants too, manhandling him closer in his lap until their dicks were pressed against each other. He wrapped his big hand around them both,. fingers still wet from Jungkook's saliva from sucking the blood from his fingertips earlier. And for some reason that knowledge only made it all that much hotter.
Jungkook nearly fell off his lap, the sensation so much more than he had been expecting.
He had gotten hand jobs in his human life before, but nothing that he experienced there could ever compare to this. To the feeling of Namjoon's hand on the both of them, pressing them together with just the perfect amount of pressure, moving up and down at the perfect speed, twisting his grip at the exact right moment.
It was driving Jungkook absolutely wild.
“Feel good?” Namjoon asked, and Jungkook nodded into his shoulder, bobbing his head and scratching at Namjoon’s back.
"So good. Fuck." He couldn't hold back the way his hips stuttered when Namjoon tightened his grip just ever so slightly. He was getting close quick, and he wasn't even ashamed. This encounter was already the hottest thing that had ever happened to him and he wasn't ashamed to admit that for a damn minute.
But he didn't want it to end here.
Jungkook pushed Namjoon's hand away, his hips stuttering as they chanced the feeling, unwilling to give it up quite yet.
"Joon I want—I want more. Please."
He didn't need to say anything else. Jungkook honestly was beginning to think that if Namjoon asked him to beg he'd do it in an instant without thinking twice about it. But luckily it seemed like they were both on the same page here. Their brains were on the same single track line heading to the same location, and Jungkook just needed more.
Namjoon grabbed the sides of his pants, ripping them and his underwear with it perfectly at the seam in half until his whole crotch was exposed now from the zipper to his hole. If Jungkook still had the ability to get cold, he imagined that he'd had shivered at the touch of the air, exposed to the whole room.
The control Namjoon had over himself was sexy.
But watching him lose control was even sexier.
He picked Jungkook up just enough to slide his dick between Jungkook's thighs, pressed right against his balls and perineum, somewhere Jungkook didn't even know he was sensitive. His own cock was now caught tight between their chests, leaking at the tip already and leaving small little stains on their skin. Jungkook could feel the wetness leaking from Joon's cock too, between his legs, and he squeezed his thighs a little tighter.
Namjoon slowly started guiding Jungkook’s hips again, like he did when they had first started this. When he pulled Jungkook all the way forward to his chest, Jungkook could feel Namjoon's dick brush over the outside of his hole. The precise place he wanted him to be.
And right when he was finally getting used to this, Namjoon leaned forward, holding him tight against his chest, as they jostled around, riffling through the drawers until pulling out a small bottle. Jungkook turned back around to leave kisses on Namjoon's neck instead, but he heard the cap pop open, and just a few seconds later Namjoon’s fingers were at his entrance.
A lubed finger rubbed around his entrance in a circle. And then another one, pressing so lightly he could hardly feel anything at all. Jungkook made an impatient sound wanting, needing something in him for god’s sake.
He had waited long enough.
He had been patient enough.
"Hyung, stop teasing," he said burying his face in Namjoon's shoulder.
"Teasing you, am I?" Namjoon asked, seemingly having recollected his sanity in the last few moments when Jungkook was just continuously on a downward slope of losing his.
"You are. You know you are and it's mean."
"Aw, poor baby." He tucked a strand of hair behind Jungkook's ear, but didn't do anything to fix what he had done.
In fact, he continued teasing him with his fingers, circling and tapping but never firmer than a light touch, and it was driving Jungkook absolutely mad.
"Hyung, please stop teasing and just—"
Namjoon chose that exact moment to press his finger inside of him, slowly sinking in until he was maybe at the second joint. He stayed there for just a fraction of a moment, before pulling his finger out all together.
Jungkook let out an honest to god whine.
"Hyung, I'm not going to break or whatever it is that you're worried about. I'm not made of glass, stop treating me like I am."
Namjoon grabbed his chin, pulling him back so they were looking each other in the eyes. There was something dark there that Jungkook had never seen before. And considering he spent a solid 53% of his day staring at Namjoon and the other 47% thinking about Namjoon, seeing something new was a little shocking. World changing, possibly.
"Is that what you want?" Namjoon asked, eyes still dark and heavy on him.
"Yes."
"You're sure?"
"Yes now—fuck!" Namjoon pushed his finger back inside of him, this time sinking all the way down to the knuckle.
Soon he was adding another finger, and then a third one too, breaking Jungkook apart from the inside out as he plunged his fingers into him over and over again, stretching him with rigorous intention.
"I'm ready. I'm ready I'm ready I'm ready," Jungkook babbled. And maybe he wasn't as ready as he could be, maybe he could be a bit more stretched than he was right now. But he liked when it hurt a little bit, liked when he could feel the stretch inside of him.
And Jungkook wanted to feel ever damn centimeter.
Namjoon didn't question him this time, trusting his response and pulled his fingers out and wiped them off on his pants.
He stood up from the chair abruptly, lifting Jungkook with him who had about a millisecond to react and throw his arms around his shoulders and hold on, and brought him over to the desk. Namjoon reached out with one hand, fumbling as he threw everything off his desk with a swipe of his arm and sat Jungkook there instead. He kissed Jungkook as he pushed his shoulder back until he was laying down on the surface of the desk, Namjoon between his legs, fingers digging into his thigh as he disposed of the remaining shreds of Jungkook's ruined pants until he was bare from the waist down. On his upper half, his shirt was barely handing on to his elbows, fanning out around him between his back and the desk.
Jungkook pushed at Namjoon's shirt too, pulling it off completely and throwing it somewhere before dragging him down into a heated kiss, holding his face tight in his hands.
Between his legs, Namjoon shifted, and Jungkook opened them even more.
They kissed for a few more moments until Namjoon broke it, standing upright. Jungkook felt Namjoon line his dick up with his hole, pressing against it just enough that he could feel it but it wasn't quite breaching him.
Jungkook's undead heart beat faster and faster, the anticipation about to kill him.
For the second time. Because he had already gotten killed once in his existence this far.
"Ready?" Namjoon checked.
He nodded, never more sure of anything in his life. Hell maybe his life was all just waiting for this moment he never knew was coming in the first place.
And then Namjoon pressed his hips forward, slowly filling him in one long, steady push.
Jungkook's mouth opened in a silent scream, hands scraping the desk looking for something he could hold on to. Namjoon grabbed one of his hands in his, lacing their fingers together, the action so intimate for the moment, Jungkook taking in oxygen like he was a fucking human, trying to calm himself enough that he didn't come from just this feeling.
There were a lot of things that were better and more overwhelming as a vampire, so he shouldn’t have been surprised that the feeling of Namjoon’s dick fully seated inside him sent Jungkook straight to the fucking moon.
Namjoon wasted no time either, pulling out nearly until the tip before slamming right back into him. He fucked him at a breakneck speed and all Jungkook could manage to do was lay back and take everything he was given, grasping onto anything within his reach, wondering how he, a being who didn't need air, was feeling so breathless.
Jungkook’s moans got louder, letting out a sound at each thrust until he was letting out a sound somewhere between a shout and cry, raw and ripped from his throat every time Namjoon thrust inside him.
“Still so fucking warm,” Namjoon growled, grabbing one of his legs and threw it over his shoulder. The position somehow made Namjoon reach even deeper inside of him and Jungkook saw stars.
“Y-yeah?” he barely managed to get out, brain hardly functioning enough to form the syllables with the way Namjoon was fucking him completely brainless.
“Yeah. Love it so much.”
“J-just for y-you,” Jungkook stuttered out between thrusts. “Just for you Joonie.”
“Just for me,” Namjoon agreed, his holding him tighter. Namjoon turned his head, dragging his lips up from the inside of Jungkook's calf to his inner thigh. Holding his leg in place as he kept up his pace thrusting into him, He slowly let his fangs extend until they were pressed firmly against Jungkook's skin: indenting, but not yet drawing blood.
Then Namjoon's eyes flashed red, and he sank his teeth into his flesh.
Jungkook gasped, arching off the desk with a broken shout, caught between the urge to shove him away, his instincts telling him not to let a vampire bite him so helplessly, and wanting to hold him there and never let him move from the spot again.
Jungkook had tasted the blood of other vampires before, but he had never been on the other end of feeding. There was something wholly intimate about being bitten that Jungkook couldn't deny. A closeness that was bonded between them with his blood and Namjoon's tongue. The area tingled from the venom in a way that made Jungkook crave more.
More of everything.
More Namjoon, more venom, more bites, more blood.
He wanted all of it.
But he was helpless, completely pliable under Namjoon's touch and with his bite on his thigh. He turned his head, drooling right onto the desk, mouth wide open as another moan left his lips. Namjoon licked at his thigh, catching every last drop, almost reverently.
“Your blood tastes so good," Namjoon said, kissing the bite, teasing it again with his teeth and tongue. "So perfect.”
“Joonie I want—I want to, I want to drink too please,” he asked, grabbing for Namjoon’s arm.
"What happened to following your diet?" Namjoon teased, and Jungkook made an aborted sound.
"Please, I just want a—ah! I want a little bit. You're taking my blood from me I just, it's not fair I need more."
“Okay then take it.” Namjoon bent his wrist towards his mouth. Jungkook did what his instincts told him too and bit down hard on the skin right above the pulsing veins. But the fangs still weren’t sharp enough to even bruise vampire skin, let alone cut and draw blood. He bit over and over again, trying to draw blood and failing each time, letting out frustrated noises with Namjoon's wrist still in his mouth when he was unsuccessful.
“Worthless little teeth,” Namjoon chuckled, licking over his bloody lips and Jungkook pouted.
“They’re not.”
“Then bite me. Go ahead. Bite me and suck me dry until there is nothing left in me. Show me that they aren't.”
A blood crazed fury overtook him and Jungkook lunged up teeth first at Namjoon's neck, acting on instinct and instinct alone, and sunk his teeth right into Namjoon's carotid artery.
He was almost surprised when a drop of blood landed on his tongue.
Jungkook pulled back in shock, looking at the two little tiny holes in Namjoon's neck. They weren't big, hardly enough to actually feed on, with the trail of blood already drying up due to their faster healing rate.
But they were there.
"I just...I bit you?"
Namjoon just chuckled, threading his fingers through Jungkook's hair with an affection that almost seemed out of place for how rough they were just being with each other.
"I knew you could do it." Namjoon kissed him, tongue pressing against his in a way that was loving and tender. "Just needed a bit of motivation."
Jungkook pulled away, leaning down back to Namjoon's neck and licked at the puncture marks, proudly collecting all of the blood.
He made those marks with his fangs.
It made him swell with a little bit of pride.
Jungkook leaned back when there was no more blood and swallowed it looking directly at Namjoon, not breaking eye contact for a second.
"Not useless," he stated triumphantly. And Namjoon kissed him again, leaning them both back to the desk. Jungkook felt his cock shift inside him, nearly having forgotten about the other thing they had been doing in his excitement over his fangs finally doing something other than being a complete pain.
"Proved me wrong," Namjoon conceded, though his tone suggested that it was his intention in the first place to have Jungkook do just that. To push him to his breaking point until instinct took over and showed him that he could do it.
"I did. You kept telling me I couldn't."
"I was wrong."
"Are you sorry?" Jungkook asked, looking up at him, now laying back on the desk, his legs hooked around Namjoon's waist, holding him close, the bite on his thigh still leaking blood.
"Immensely."
"You got to drink a lot of blood from me."
"I did."
"And I've been good, right?"
“You have.”
Jungkook raised his eyebrows, pouting with his eyes.
It wasn't as much as a need for blood that was overwhelming him, not that he would turn it down if it was offered. But he craved that closeness that it brought. That feeding on him always brought.
Namjoon grinned, and Jungkook thought that meant he was finally going to give Jungkook what he wanted.
But instead he pulled out of him completely. Jungkook started to protest, but was cut off when Namjoon grabbed Jungkook's hips and flipped him over so that his stomach was pressed flat against the surface. If air was a necessity, Jungkook was sure the movement would have knocked the air out of him. His toes were hardly touching the floor, and his hips were right at the edge of the desk.
He barely had a chance to adjust to the quick change of positioning before Namjoon was sliding back in, somehow reaching deeper with the new position and angle, filling Jungkook even more with his massive cock than he did before. He wasted no time picking up the brutal pace he had been fucking him at before, Jungkook loving the feeling of his cock sliding in and out of him with such precise and intense thrusts that slammed his hip bones right into the edge of the desk. He could feel it beginning to dent, but Jungkook couldn't find it in him to care with how good it felt.
Namjoon grabbed Jungkook’s hair, yanking him upwards and arching his back so he was pressed flush against his chest. From behind him, there was the fleshy sound of a bite and then Namjoon was presenting his other wrist, pre-bitten for Jungkook.
He latched his lips onto the wound immediately, almost dropping his wrist when Namjoon bit down into the curve of his neck and continued feeding there as he continued fucking him, slow and deep now. Namjoon drank from him steadily, contrasting with Jungkook's urgent gulps that he couldn't quite control.
They were so completely different from each other, but they worked. They were compliments of each other.
At least Jungkook really hoped they did.
"Joon," he said, releasing his arm, from his grip panting heavily, too distracted by the way Namjoon's dick was pounding inside of him to even care about blood right now. Too distracted over the way he was leaking from his cock right onto the desk, which he just noticed still had papers on it that were probably important but were now completely ruined from him. "Fuck, hyung I'm close I'm really—oh fuck right there."
Jungkook fell onto the desk, unable to keep himself upright without Namjoon's arm there to support him. He gripped the edge of the desk with his hands as Namjoon barreled into him impossibly faster. Namjoon leaned down until his chest was pressed against his back, still keeping his pace up and turned Jungkook's face to the side, kissing him deeply.
And that's exactly what sent Jungkook over the edge with a cry ripped from deep within him.
As he came, Jungkook felt wood splintering beneath his palms, cracking the desk in two distinct spots where his hands had been gripping. He nearly fell over with the desk too, but Namjoon caught him, sitting back in the chair, still seated completely in Jungkook before thrusting up into him a few more times quickly, chasing his own high, burying himself deep inside and coming with a loud moan.
They didn’t have to catch their breath, but Jungkook still inhaled deeply as he relaxed back into Namjoon’s chest, sighing.
Jungkook could feel the cum inside of him, already leaking out around Namjoon's dick, slowly going soft inside of him.
He can't remember a single time in either his lives, the living and the unliving, that he had felt so content. So satisfied.
His brain was quiet for the first time since he woke up as a vampire. There was no pressing urge for blood, no desire clawing at the inside of his chest screaming for him to hunt and bite and feed.
It was gone, and Jungkook let himself enjoy its absence and Namjoon's presence.
Namjoon’s hand touched his thigh where the bite mark was and healed it. His hand reached up to touch the one at his throat, but Jungkook grabbed his fingers, stopping him.
“I want to keep that one," he explained.
“You sure?” Namjoon checked. "It's going to scar."
“Then I definitely want to keep it."
Namjoon laughed, but complied, moving his hand away from his neck, wrapping it around his waist instead. Jungkook turned in his lap, so he was straddling his lap again, just like he had when he first entered the office but now with far fewer clothes and far more feelings between them.
Jungkook touched the little bite on Namjoon's neck.
"Will this one scar?"
"Probably not," Namjoon said, and Jungkook deflated, letting his fingers fall away from the puncture marks. “How about this then? Once your teeth grow in, you can bite me again. Same place if you want, and I'll let that one scar."
Jungkook looked up at him. “You mean that?”
“Yeah, of course. Why wouldn't I?"
“I don’t know," he shrugged. "I mean, this is the first time we’ve done any of this.”
"Well, most of it, yeah."
Jungkook scrunched his eyebrows together, confused.
"What do you mean most? We haven't done any of that. Except you giving me blood part."
"Well," Namjoon coughed, looking away from him, but then didn't elaborate much further than that. Jungkook was sure that this was another one of those moments that Namjoon would be completely red if he could blush.
"Well?"
"Remember when Seokjin hyung found you and brought you here?"
"I mean from what you and everyone else have said, but I don't remember what happened."
"Right. Well." Namjoon cleared his throat again. "You, well, when you were—so you thought you were dying, right?" Jungkook nodded. "And, I mean, you were. I was trying to save you but it was too late you had already lost too much blood and there was damage to your internal organs and everything—honestly not important. You were dying."
"Right, that's why you turned me."
"Right." Namjoon coughed again.
"Hyung what happened?"
"Do you remember what your dying wish was?"
Suddenly, as if those were the magic words, it all came back to him.
Jungkook felt all the blood in his body drop to his toes.
"Oh no."
"Well."
"Oh no."
"You—"
"I didn't."
"You did."
"I kissed you?" Jungkook shouted. Then he hid his face in his hands. "And you let me?"
"You said it was your dying wish to kiss someone pretty and—"
"I'm so embarrassed right now."
"No, Jungkook, don't be it was—look you were literally dying, honestly it was sort of flattering that you wanted to kiss me with Seokjin hyung literally in the room too, like he's beautiful—"
"Oh my god I think I'm going to die of embarrassment, can vampires die of embarrassment, because if it's an unknown thing get out your notebook we are testing it right now."
"It's really not that bad."
"Not that bad? I. Hyung that means you and all of the other hyungs knew about this the whole time and didn't tell me!?"
"We thought it was for the best you come to the conclusion yourself. You had been through a traumatic injury and your health really was the priority there. You really had worried us. Worried me."
"You didn't even know me," Jungkook pointed out in a whisper.
Namjoon smiled at him, tucking his hair behind his ear. "Didn't have to."
Jungkook couldn't help but kiss him again, this time sweet and gentle.
"I can't believe I kissed you and didn't even remember it," he pouted.
"You can kiss me as much as you want for the rest of forever to makeup for it if that makes you feel better."
"It does, a little bit."
"Should we start with that now?" Namjoon suggested, and Jungkook laughed, obliging his request.
“Namjoon can we have a word about—dear god my desk.” Seokjin dropped the wine glass in his hand, dark red blood splattering onto the carpet and staining. “And the carpet too? This is a one of a kind! It was gifted to me three centuries ago by a merchant for assisting with his travels. And look at it now."
"Technically you dropped the glass," Namjoon pointed out as Jungkook just froze in mortification at the situation.
"Oh don't even get me started on that. Hand crafted by an artisan to mold after the likeness of my aura. But that's the least of my problems right now. What did you two do?"
"Why are you still standing here," Namjoon asked, trying to use Jungkook’s shirt to try and cover them both the best he could. Which wasn’t all that well, considering most of their clothes had literally been shredded. "Genuine question."
“Namjoon-ah, we have lived together for two centuries, I know what your shaft of delight as they used to call it, looks like. This is nothing new. That being said, for Jungkook’s sake I will close my eyes closed and give you time to get the blanket on the couch to preserve his modesty."
"You could also leave?"
"No, I have a few questions for you," Seokjin replied, closing his eyes. Jungkook scrambled up, dashing to retrieve the blanket and returned to Namjoon's lap, figuring that was the best option. If he tried to flee the room, he was sure that Seokjin would catch them both before they could even get down the hallway.
The were in the middle of figuring out how to situate the blanket around them both, when another person joined Seokjin in the doorway.
"Hey what's going on here—oh, hey! Namjoonie and Jungkookie are naked. Wow," Hoseok said, looking around the room. "You two really did a number in here."
"It's just the desk," Namjoon said.
"It is not," Seokjin argued, pushing his lower lip out in stubbornness. "The rug Hoseok. Look at the rug."
"Oh dear that's not good. I'll track down one as similar as I can find for you and procure it as quickly as possible, though I'm sure it won't fully replace the void in your heart where this one left." Seokjin smiled, content with the response and Hoseok leaned in and kissed his cheek.
When Jungkook first met them, he thought they had made an odd couple. But the longer he spent time with the coven the more sense it made. Seokjin and Hoseok just fit. They fit together in the way that two souls (if they had those anymore) that were made for each other piece by piece did. They respected each other and knew each other's flaws so thoroughly to the point that encountering them was not an issue.
They had been together for five centuries now. And Jungkook could only wonder if him and Namjoon would be the same. If their bond would last the trial of time itself, through years, decades, centuries, and millennia of love.
Would they be next to each other after half a millennium?
Jungkook hoped they would be. That even after all of that time passed, that they would still be here.
“Wait! That means Yoongi can finally come out of hiding now," Hoseok gasped.
“What?” Jungkook asked.
“You are right about that, Yoongi!” Seokjin shouted his name, ignoring Jungkook completely. “They finally took the road below the crupper! Made the beast with two backs, if you may! Grounded the corn together and groped for trout in a peculiar river and then partook in the shaking of the sheets! Though...it doesn't appear many sheets were actually shook considering they did this in the office on my desk which they broke—”
“Oh thank god,” Yoongi said, appearing next to Seokjin in a flash. “I was about to combust with the combination of horny energy from the both of them these past couple of months. Being around the both of you was unbearable.”
“I say again, what?” Jungkook repeated.
“Yoongi is sensitive to feelings,” Seokjin explained, tapping the younger's cheek affectionately. “He can read your emotions like a book. He feels what you feel."
“Except usually I don’t because I think it's quite invasive bnd there was too much energy between you it was unignorable and I just couldn’t even bear to be around either of you. It’s much more tolerable now.”
Jungkook spluttered. “I thought you hated me.”
“No not at all, just how horny and desperate you were for Namjoon. You seem like a decent enough person.”
“He doesn’t seem all that blood thirsty right now either,” Hoseok noted. “Should we add sleeping with Joon to your plan then? It seems to work wonders. Joon what’s your schedule? We’re going to work this out somehow. Once a day would probably be best considering how young he is and his typical blood thirst on a daily basis, but I understand if that’s not an option. Maybe we could shoot for every other day? Sound good?”
"Can we not talk about our sex life as part of the plan?" Jungkook near hissed.
"What? It's an effective strategy!"
"Jimin and Taehyung are going to be so upset they were gone for this," Yoongi laughed, covering his mouth with his hand. Maybe he really wasn't all that terrifying like Jungkook had thought before. He honestly was sort of cute.
In the doorway, Hoseok, Seokjin, and Yoongi all began discussing, that and the merits to the plan and how it might logistically work out, and Jungkook just turned back to Namjoon.
"Is it always going to be like this?"
"Probably. They all lost their boundaries centuries ago, long before I even got here" Namjoon told him, and then much more nervously: "Is that a problem?"
"It's a little weird," Jungkook admitted, scrunching his nose, thinking about the fact that they were still technically naked under the blanket that they were sharing with the others just hanging around like it wasn't a big deal at all. "But no. As long as I have you."
"You've got me. Now until..." Namjoon trailed off.
"Until second death?" Jungkook questioned, and Namjoon smiled at him.
"Until second death," he agreed, and they kissed again.
So maybe being undead wasn’t exactly what Jungkook imagined it would be, but there wasn’t a damn thing he would change about it.