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Werewolves and vampires are sworn enemies, and always have been. It's a more than well known fact among both species. And while the tales of past violence still get told regularly, there hasn't actually been any contact between the two for centuries. Barely, at least.
And more than the terror, or the hate, the main reason is the smell. A vampire could smell a werewolf coming from across a big city, and visa versa. A filthy kind of scent that immediately makes you want to turn around and not even entertain the idea of confrontation. That's how the peace has been upheld for so long. And why other than a stray encounter every other decade, the two species never cross paths.
The wars used to be horrifying, deadly, ruthless without morals. But it fell into an unspoken truce eventually, and that's how it's been for over a millennium.
At least, that's how the story goes.
The truth though... couldn't be further from it. The real story had been covered up, and all remains destroyed. Unbeknownst to either species.
The reality of it, more so goes something like this.
The relationship between the two species had definitely been messy, but far from the way it gets told now. In reality, vampires and werewolves got along well. Incredibly well. Too well, some could argue. Merely a whiff of the other's smell could drag one down into a pit of insanity. The scent of a werewolf could strip a vampire of all their inhibitions, allowing an almost feral sort of hunger to take over. And again, visa versa.
This hunger was allowed to run rampant for centuries. Intercourse between the species was not just common, it was everywhere. It came to them as easy as breathing and eating. But it wasn't nearly as glamorous as it sounds. Vampires would lose control and empty their partner's veins without realising it. Werewolves would claw at their partner's chest until it was nothing but an open bloody cavity.
It wasn't just simple attraction, it was something that drove them insane. It was never enough. Interspecies intercourse couldn't produce babies, and the birth rates dropped to an all time low. Bodies dropped like flies, and real love became a foreign concept. All that remained was animalistic sex until one of them inevitably killed the other and moved on to the next one.
Until one of the oldest existing vampires killed her husband on one faithful night, ripping his throat clean out. She was inconsolable, sitting with his corpse for weeks, unmoving. And she realised the Gods had turned on them. The Gods of the suns and moons were horrified by what had become of them.
She gathered with a few elders of both species, all of whom had experienced similar tragedies. And they came to an agreement. The only way to stop the madness was to keep away from each other forever. And so the elders put a curse on their people.
With the help of the Gods, a curse that made the other species intolerable descended upon them, and history was swiftly rewritten.
The truth of the past is still unknown to any living member of either species. And the fabricated tales of old wars and bloodshed continue to be told around dinner tables, as bed time stories, in books.
But as always with these things, a condition was set into place. If enough time was spent in proximity of a member of the opposing species, the curse would fade between them, and their true nature would rise to the surface. Which has never happened, because they both avoid each other like the plague.
But even the elders had known back then, it was only a matter of time before somebody slipped through the cracks of the lies and conditioning. The only question was, when would it be... and who.
—
It's one of those nights where the moon is almost as bright as the sun, illuminating Seonghwa's path even through the roof of leaves above him. His bare feet allow him to walk through the woods quietly, seeing nocturnal animals go about their business around him.
This is where he feels most at peace, away from home, away from everybody. Just him, the sounds of the forrest, and the familiar glow of the moon.
He's walking further than usual, but he doesn't doubt he'll be able to find his way back. The woods always guide him. But he's got his mind set on something, well, his nose more so. There's an odd smell in the distance. Something... filthy. Like sewage, a wet dog, and rotten food.
Seonghwa's been told plenty of times that he's too curious for his own good. And while he knows that is technically true, it doesn't stop him from letting his curiosity lead him. He's still young, his 68th birthday just around the corner. And while he might be a little too old for foolish choices like this, he just can’t help himself. This is who he is.
Curiosity isn't generally seen as a vampiric trait, and he gets told off because of his antics on a daily basis.
Despite all this he continues to follow the odd scent, even when he feels bile rise in his throat the closer he gets. It's so overwhelmingly strong it feels like he can't breathe properly. His eyes start burning after a while, his chest feeling constricted. Yet he keeps going. He will get to the bottom of this, he needs to know.
Of course he's heard the tales, he knows exactly what's waiting for him at the end of his search, so he knows this is a horrible idea. He just needs to see. He needs to see if they're really as hideous as they'd been described to him. According to the stories they were pretty much just deformed mutts, hairy in some places and bald in others. Ginormous teeth behind almost none existent lips, small beady eyes, crooked backs. Not quite human and not quite animal.
He just needs to see. And the fact that the scent keeps getting stronger must mean that the werewolf is heading towards him as well, or at the very least standing still, allowing Seonghwa to approach.
Seonghwa can see a clearing in the distance, an open space between the trees. And when the wind blows his way he actually has to swallow down the vomit that lays threateningly at the base of his throat. He starts feeling dizzy, and it's almost like there's a magnet trying to pull him back into the other direction. It's difficult to move his legs as if he's actively fighting gravity.
And just when he considers giving up he sees some movement in the distance. He's almost at the clearing, he's never been this far on his own before, and especially not in this specific part of the woods. Even through the trees he can see there's a small pool of water in the middle of the clearing, it looks to be big enough to bathe in.
He continues fighting his way forward one step at a time until finally he's reached the edge of the clearing. It's a near perfect circle, must be about ten big steps to cross it. And it's all thanks to how well his eyes work at night that he can again see the rustling of a bush right across from him on the other side.
"Hello?" He calls out, having to close his mouth again immediately because the scent on his tongue was just too much to bear.
He doesn't get a response, at least not a verbal one, but he does see the bushes rustle again.
"Who are you?" He tries again, pressing the back of his hand over his mouth to hold back a gag.
Slowly but surely the top of a head pops out above the vegetation, and then a few seconds later the rest of his face and his bare shoulders.
The man’s face is twisted in the same disgust Seonghwa knows his own is. But his eyes widen at the sight he's met with. It's not... it's nothing like what they told him. He's pretty far away and covered in shadows, but his vampiric eyesight allows him to take in every little detail.
His dark brown shaggy hair, stopping just above his shoulders. His pointed ears, although not hairy like those of a wolf like Seonghwa had expected. His features are nothing like what the tales told, and suddenly Seonghwa doubts that it's even actually a werewolf he's staring at. His features are nothing short of angelic. A sharp jaw, a sharp pointed nose. His eyes are wide, and round, and most startling of all they're a soft gold, the irises almost swirling around like molten lava. His lips are full, and behind them sit fangs similar to Seonghwa's own. Not all his teeth are pointy like he'd assumed, just the fangs. His skin is tanned and his eyebrows full and thick just like his hair. But not in the overgrown way it was described.
"I'm Hongjoong." The boy mumbles quietly, Seonghwa's ears still catch onto it. If he focuses really hard he could probably hear the blood rush around Hongjoong's veins, could hear the sound of him blinking even from over here. So even though Hongjoong speaks the words quietly, he catches every syllable. "Who are you?"
"I'm Seonghwa." He replies just as softly, but Hongjoong seems to able to hear him as well.
"Are- are you..." Hongjoong seems afraid to finish his sentence, Seonghwa hears him swallowing from across the clearing. "Are you really a vampire?"
He nods wordlessly, and Hongjoong seems shocked even though he'd asked the question himself.
"But you..." he frowns, those perfect brows drawing together. His eyes are so bright Seonghwa would swear they light up the space between them. "You look so... you don't look... I'm confused."
While Seonghwa is confused about Hongjoong's appearance as well, he hadn't expected the boy to return that sentiment. Is Seonghwa uglier than he'd expected? He knows vampires are widely known for their unreal beauty, he can't help but fear the reality of it was a bit underwhelming for Hongjoong. "Disappointed?”
"What?" Hongjoong's frown only deepens at that, most of his body still hidden in the bushes. "No that's not- what are you talking about?"
Now he's even more confused. "What?"
"Are you sure you're a vampire? You're supposed to look all deformed and like you're decaying? But you're..."
Seonghwa's eyes widen at that, realising that similar lies must be told in their community. Seonghwa has always assumed it was known amongst all species that vampires look ethereal. Then again he'd also assumed werewolves were unsightly, but if the others looked anything like Hongjoong that couldn't be further from the truth. "I'm what?"
"All... pretty and stuff. Not even pretty, you look-" Hongjoong seems a little embarrassed. "You don't look real."
Seonghwa blushes at that, now he's the one feeling embarrassed. "You don't look like I'd expected either."
Hongjoong tilts his head in confusion. "How do you mean?"
"Werewolves are supposed to look... weird." He tries not to be rude. "Like all messed up, and scary."
Hongjoong seems startled by that, and then seems to come to the same conclusion that Seonghwa had come to earlier. Then he scrunches his nose. "At least the smell part is true."
He can't lie, he's a little offended by the look on Hongjoong's face. "Do I smell bad?"
"Are you kidding me?" Hongjoong asks incredulously. "I genuinely thought I was gonna pass out when you arrived."
"What- what do I smell like?"
"Like a decaying corpse, like maggots. You know, like a body that's been dead and left exposed in the sun for two weeks."
Seonghwa's jaw drops at that. "I what!?" He can't even really check what he smells like to himself, the only thing that registers is the suffocating scent of wet dog and spoiled milk. "You're the one that stinks."
"Just because you're a bloodsucker. Others don't think I stink."
"I wouldn't be so sure." Seonghwa raises his brows, a little offended by Hongjoong's choice of words.
It's quiet for a long while, and they continue to look at each other from opposite sides of the clearing. Both of them stunned by the events of the night.
Hongjoong is the one to break the silence eventually. "I should probably go... it's almost daybreak."
Seonghwa nods carefully, unsure why he feels so disappointed. "Probably for the best."
"Yeah..." Hongjoong hesitates, his fangs digging into his lip when he bites on it.
Just as the boy turns to walk away Seonghwa calls out to him, he hadn't meant to, but his curiosity gets the best of him once more. "Will I see you again?"
Hongjoong glances over his shoulder, he doesn't say anything. But something in his eyes tells Seonghwa yes.
The interaction had been short, with not a lot of words spoken. But Seonghwa feels intrigued.
And just like that, a small crack appears in the age old curse. All because of two boys that were too curious for their own good.
—
The next time Seonghwa sees him the scent is less overwhelming, it's still disgusting, but no longer as suffocating. It's a week or two later, and something had told Seonghwa that tonight is the night. So there he went in the middle of the night, searching for the clearing again.
He finds it easily enough, and this time as well Hongjoong had already been waiting for him. Although this time he's not in the bushes, he's sitting right in front of them, facing Seonghwa's side of the clearing. He's wearing nothing but shorts, despite the winter air.
"Did you shower?" It's Seonghwa's opening line. "You smell a little less like shit."
Hongjoong cracks a tiny smile, "I was going to ask you the same thing."
"Maybe we're getting used to it." Seonghwa jokes, sitting down in the grass as well. Straight across Hongjoong, ten steps away.
"Didn't think that was possible."
Seonghwa allows Hongjoong to stare at him again, like he's still processing what exactly he's looking at. Seonghwa's skin is pale, almost grey, a stark contrast to Hongjoong's. All of his limbs long and slender, down to his fingers. His eyes a dark silver, his hair jet black. Sharp fangs that press against the inside of blood red lips, his veins a blueish purple and visible under the papery skin. According to Hongjoong he's supposed to look like a decaying body, and while he definitely doesn't look very alive, he wouldn't say he looks like a rotting corpse.
"Can you walk in the sun?" Hongjoong wonders, looking genuinely curious. "Or do you really burst into flames?"
It seems like neither of them now trust any of the information that has been fed to them since birth. "Hmm, I don't burst into flames but it is uncomfortable. At first it itches, and then it starts hurting. After a few minutes I kinda start... melting, I guess."
"That's gross."
"Yeah." Seonghwa agrees easily. "How about you? Do you only turn on full moons or can you do it whenever?"
"I can do it whenever." Hongjoong seems proud of this. "But on a full moon I have no say in it, then it just happens."
“Does it hurt?”
“Nope.” He shakes his head. “It used to be a little sore, but that was a long time ago.”
Another question pops into Seonghwa’s head, that damn curiosity again. But he figures it must’ve been a very long time since a vampire had a chance to learn these things, if he’s not the first. So he better make use of it. “How old are you?”
“I’m 63.” Hongjoong seems a little shy to admit this.
“Oh.” Seonghwa’s eyes widen, he actually knows very little about the life span of werewolves. “How old do you… generally become?”
“Hmm, about 500, I guess. But we can get older. What about you?”
“About 800, I’m 67 right now. So… I still have a while to go.”
“Woah…” Hongjoong breathes in surprise. “That’s a long time.”
“So is 500 years.”
Hongjoong shrugs. “That’s true.”
They continue to ask each other questions until the sun threatens to rise and Seonghwa has to return home. Seonghwa learns about their way of life, their morals, what they do for fun. And Hongjoong learns similar things about him.
As somebody who’s always enjoyed learning new things, their conversations filled Seonghwa with a giddy joy. Despite the discomfort of the smell he wanted to see the man again.
—
It becomes a habit, about once a week they both come to the clearing. Sometimes Seonghwa's the first one to arrive, sometimes it's Hongjoong. And as the smell begins to fade they begin to sit closer and closer together. Hongjoong told him the smell has been fading for him too. Until one day Seonghwa arrives at the clearing and realises that even when he sits down right next to Hongjoong, he doesn't smell a single thing, not even a hint of it.
It's a little confusing, but he does appreciate the fact that he can finally talk to Hongjoong without the constant presence of an awful scent. They continue talk about everything, about their species, about their personal lives, places they want to travel to. And it quickly becomes Seonghwa's favourite part of the week.
The week after the smell had disappeared, Seonghwa once again finds himself traveling the now familiar path. This is the twelfth time he's walked this now, and he finds himself more exited every single time.
Today though, there's something different, something weird in the air. It's a smell he can't quite describe, it's not really a scent, it smells like a feeling. And no matter how hard he tries, he finds himself unable to put his finger on it.
When he arrives at the clearing Hongjoong is already sat in the grass, his feet in the water. He turns to Seonghwa with a frown and immediately speaks the words Seonghwa had wanted to ask. "Do you smell that?"
Seonghwa nods carefully, sitting down on the edge next to Hongjoong. His skin tingles when their shoulders brush. "Yeah, do you know what it is?"
Hongjoong blinks a few times before glancing away from the water to look at Seonghwa. He slowly leans in to press his nose against Seonghwa's neck, his entire body goes rigid at the closeness. "I think that's you, Seonghwa."
Seonghwa shakes his head in confusion, grabbing onto Hongjoong's arm to smell his skin instead. "I'm pretty sure it's you."
Hongjoong's eyes widen at that, nervously pulling his arm out of Seonghwa's grip. "I'm confused. Why do our smells keep changing?"
"I have no idea..." Seonghwa admits breathlessly. "I've never heard about it before, have you?"
"Never," he shakes his head. "Maybe it's just because we're kinda friends now, maybe we're just getting used to the smell."
Seonghwa wants to argue that this is not simply getting used to the smell. Hongjoong used to smell so bad he threw up in his mouth and now he smells... he still can't think of a description. There's no word for it because it's barely a scent. But instead he just nods, because he has no better explanation.
The next time they meet the feeling is stronger, and the time after that it's even worse. Neither of them mention it, but Seonghwa can tell it's distracting Hongjoong as well. He's started sitting further away again. Every time they meet there's more space between them, and Seonghwa is grateful for it.
The smell is a bit dizzying, and now when he walks the path to the clearing it doesn't feel like he's being pushed away like it had those first few times. Instead it feels like something is pulling him towards it, like Hongjoong is his new center of gravity.
A few weeks later they're both sitting on opposite sides of the clearing again, just like they had at the start. Their conversations have turned more awkward, and they both know their minds are somewhere else completely. Every single atom in his body is yearning to be closer to Hongjoong, to hold him, to smell him. But it's all too overwhelming. Even sitting here, ten steps away, Seonghwa feels like he might pass out.
"Seonghwa." Hongjoong's voice sounds fragile. "I don't understand what's going on."
It's the first time since that night where they'd smelled each other that either one of them acknowledges it out loud. Seonghwa nods shakily. "Me neither."
"I feel like I'm suffocating." Hongjoong's voice is strained, like he's trying not to breathe.
It's unlike anything he's ever experienced before. And it doesn't help that he's never heard anybody talk about this. He wonders if there's something wrong with them, if they're paying for their curiosity, for choosing to spend time together despite everything. If the Gods are punishing them for their greed. Or if maybe this is something others go through as well and are too ashamed to talk about.
It feels like the two of them are bound by an elastic band, and they're both struggling to stretch it in the other direction. It's like somebody is tugging on an invisible string attached to him, like if he stopped fighting his body would crawl it's way towards Hongjoong without even making the conscious decision.
"Yeah..." he replies quietly, chest constricted. "Me too."
"Do you think somebody's punishing us?" Hongjoong asks the question that had been on Seonghwa's mind. "For talking to each other. It's against our nature, you know. We're going against the universe. The Gods... maybe."
"Shouldn't the Gods be happy with peace? Maybe we're not the ones that got it wrong, maybe it's everybody else."
Hongjoong's fang cuts into his lip when he bites it, causing a small drop to rise to the surface. "Maybe, this doesn't feel like it should be happening though."
But Seonghwa isn't listening, all he can focus on is the smell of Hongjoong's blood. Blood in and on itself is already enough to drive Seonghwa crazy, but this is different. He feels his mouth salivating, and for the first time since he met Hongjoong he's overwhelmed with the need to drain his veins.
He's ashamed the thought had even crossed his mind. Hongjoong is a friend, not food. But his eyesight blurs with hunger, and Hongjoong seems to pick up on the change in demeanour. "Seonghwa? What's wrong?"
"Please-" he strains. "Wipe that off."
It takes him a few seconds but his eyes widen when he realises what he'd done. His tongue darts out to lick away the small drop and swallow it down, for if he'd wiped it on his hand the smell would've lingered. "Sorry... I forgot you... that blood... Sorry."
"It's okay." He grits through his teeth, trying desperately to stop the shaking of his hands. It's one of the biggest downsides to being what he is, the feeding. He attempts to never drain enough to kill, but he's not always strong enough. Mistakes happen, the hunger takes over. It's the price you pay, he supposes. As far as he knows he can feed on humans only, he can drink vampire blood but it does nothing for him. Werewolves though... he's not sure. It's something that's probably never been tested before.
But Hongjoong is more human than himself, more... alive. So he figures maybe he could feed on the boy. But that's not what he wants, he can't risk hurting him. Besides, he assumes it's generally frowned upon to feed on friends. Just as an overarching rule.
"Is my blood... edible, for you." Hongjoong once again asks the question on Seonghwa's mind.
"I don't know, I don't think anybody's ever tried." He can breathe a bit easier when the wind finally whisks away the metallic scent that had remained in the air even after Hongjoong removed the evidence. "It sure smells like it though."
"I still can't believe you actually drink blood..." Hongjoong trails off. And yeah, when you put it plainly like that it does sound quite horrifying.
"I still can't believe you shape shift into an animal," he shrugs in response.
Hongjoong smiles at that, "I guess we're both kinda weird."
"Yeah, I guess so." Seonghwa smiles back. "You ever wish you were a human?"
"Not really. I wonder what it'd be like. But I don't really want it."
"I do." He admits quietly. "Sometimes, at least."
Hongjoong tilts his head in question. "Why?"
He shrugs, avoiding Hongjoong's eyes. "I'm a monster."
Hongjoong looks taken aback by that admission. "I don't think you're a monster."
He doesn't really have anything to say to that, he has no idea where he'd even begin. So instead he allows the silence to hang between them. And he's exhausted from fighting the elastic band, no longer able to relax around Hongjoong. And it seems like it's only going to keep getting worse. It has up until now, and he has no idea whether he's going to be able to fight his urges next time.
Hongjoong appears to be plagued by the same worries. They continue to sit quietly, both on their respective sides of the clearing. Until the moon lowers in the sky and they both head back home, both wondering what next time will be like. And whether there will be a time after that.
—
The next time he goes to meet Hongjoong he starts smelling him halfway through the hike. That same feeling tugging at his limbs, forcing him closer. And he's not sure he'd be physically able to turn around right now and walk the other way.
He feels like a fish with a hook in his mouth, powerless as he's being pulled towards his demise.
Hongjoong's sitting in the middle of the clearing when he arrives, back by the edge of the water, his feet submerged. Seonghwa doesn't want to get too close but he's useless to fight it, settling down pressed against Hongjoong's side, knees tucked against his chest. His entire body shudders when he feels Hongjoong's bare arm graze his own.
He can't pinpoint exactly what it is he craves. Whether he wants to hold Hongjoong or drain his veins. Maybe even kiss him. He's not sure. The feeling is so vague and unfamiliar he can't figure out what exactly it is that he's craving. It's just so-
"Are you okay?" Hongjoong interrupts his thoughts with a question that they both know the answer to.
"uh..." he frowns down at the water. "Yeah?"
It’s more of a question than an answer, and Hongjoong doesn’t seem pleased with it. “Okay.”
“Are you okay?” He returns the question. All while knowing Hongjoong isn’t, and also knowing Hongjoong will lie just like he did.
“Yeah, m’fine.” He mutters, staring at his feet.
Their arms brush again and a fire surges through Seonghwa’s body. He needs something but he hasn’t got a clue what it is.
They don’t speak again, just remaining next to each other in a heavy silence. And they continue on this way until the sky starts to lighten again. Revelling in the occasional brush of skin. Until finally they part ways with a few rushed words before both heading home.
—
The constant presence of the wind chimes on the porch keeps his mind nice and empty. Seonghwa has been mulling over whether he should see Hongjoong again, but any decision feels wrong.
His feels his sheer, black cloak fluttering in the wind. His mother had called him overdressed, with black dress pants and a see through, ruffled black button up. A long black cloak draped over his shoulders. She’d told him he has nobody to dress up for.
It's well past midnight but he can't get himself to go back inside, everything here feels like too much. And he strongly considers fleeing right now and never reaching out again. To anybody.
It's quiet in the house behind him, the only thing interrupting the silence is the old wind chimes hanging off the side of the porch. He has no idea how long he continues to stare off into the distance, every minute seeming to blend into the next. Until, suddenly, a wave of something washes over him.
His brows furrow as he's pulled out of his own head and back into reality, he scans the woods in front of him, unsure of what he's looking for exactly. Another wave hits him, stronger than the last, and it's like a warm syrup fills the cavity in his body that has formed over the past months.
His feet start carrying him into the direction it comes from before he even realises he's moving. It has to be Hongjoong, there's no other explanation. But there’s no way his scent is actually that strong from this far away. He feels himself being pulled along by a force bigger than him or Hongjoong, like two magnets. And without thinking about it his feet find that familiar path.
It appears to be even stronger this time. The scent is dragging him along like a dog on a leash and his feet can't move fast enough as he travels the uphill path back to that old clearing. No, he's sure of it, the sensation is even more powerful this time. Which he had expected but still he hadn’t been prepared for the way it hits him.
Vampires are supposed to be graceful creatures and here he is stumbling over his own feet and knocking into branches as he allows himself to be dragged along by the invisible leash. The scent gets stronger with every step he takes, his lungs burn with how thickly it hangs in the air. Every nerve in his body lights up with an unfamiliar sensation, and it only continues to worsen.
His legs turn shaky and he knows he's almost there. It's blurring his vision, almost tripping over a thick root emerging from the dirt. He realises he's hard in his pants, and even through the haze he feels confused. That’s never happened before, not like this. He’s wanted to have Hongjoong close, but his body has never reacted in such a specific manner.
Still it isn't shocking enough to stop him from moving forward, and he can see the clearing up ahead in the distance. He almost drops to his knees once he's there, and it takes him a while to get his eyes to focus, but when he does...
Hongjoong looks about as awestruck as he feels, standing in the middle of the small field, his eyes wide and lips parted in shock. He's still shirtless, just as always.
"Seonghwa?" Hongjoong's voice cracks on the word. "I’m so confused."
Seonghwa nods. He's still standing a few big steps away from Hongjoong, but everything inside of him is screaming at him to close the distance. "Me too."
He can hear Hongjoong swallow. He glances down his body and realises the man is just as hard as he is. Hongjoong catches him staring. "I don't know what's happening. I feel... Seonghwa, am I going insane? I feel like I'm going insane."
"If you are then so am I."
"I’m sorry, I’m so embarrassed. My body feels..."
Seonghwa worries his knees might give out. "Feels what?"
"I-" Hongjoong's entire body is trembling, a dark shameful blush dusting over his cheeks and ears. "It feels like I need you. Like I need... I- I need to feel you."
Seonghwa takes a careful step forward, the sensation growing with every inch he moves closer. He's not sure what he's going to do, but he knows he won't have much of a say in it. Hongjoong seems to be in about the same boat.
He's so hard he can feel himself starting to leak into his underwear, and it's such a startling feeling because quite literally nothing has happened. He's never had any kind of stand out sex drive, considering his libido pretty much average. At the very least nothing along these lines has ever happened to him. But his brain also feels so foggy it's hard to really mind any of it. He knows he should be more concerned about whatever's happening to his body but he just can't seem to care.
The feeling of his clothes rubbing against his erection somehow feels like he's got a vibrator pressed against the head of his cock. He whimpers when he's close enough to Hongjoong for the werewolf to reach out a hand and grab onto his bicep. He feels a harsh shudder run from his toes to his scalp, reaching out to steady himself against Hongjoong as well.
"I don't think I can stop myself." He admits vaguely, his hand coming up to cup the side of Hongjoong's neck, and he can feel the blood rushing through his veins right under his palm.
Hongjoong's eyelids flutter dazedly, "me neither."
That's all Hongjoong has to say before Seonghwa leans in to press their lips together, tongue shoving past his lips without a second wasted. Hongjoong moans into his mouth and his saliva tastes spicy on Seonghwa's tongue, scalding hot when it mixes with his own. He pulls their bodies closer together and feels how hard Hongjoong is pressed just below his hip.
One of his fangs catches on Hongjoong's lip, enough to draw blood. He's sucking on the man's lip before he even registers what he's doing, trying to draw as much of the crimson liquid out of the small scratch as he possibly can. His eyes rolls back at the taste, his legs give out and he drops to his knees, Hongjoong following him easily. Their lips don't disconnect even once, continuing to slot together while the metallic taste gets passed between them.
One of his thighs slides between Hongjoong's, and in turn one of Hongjoong's slides between his own. His hips roll forward as if with a mind of their own and Hongjoong once again follows his lead without question.
"Ohmgg- shit-" he groans into Hongjoong's mouth. The two of them rut against each other desperately with their knees pressing into the dirt. His hands slide down Hongjoong's body so he can grab onto his waist, forcing their hips together more roughly.
"S-Seonghwa..." Hongjoong's voice is high pitched and breathy, body going lax and just allowing Seonghwa to press them together in harsh, uneven thrusts. He feels Hongjoong's dick rutting against his hipbone in a way that would usually be uncomfortable, but all it seems to do now is make him feel even more delirious.
His smaller hands come up to tangle in Seonghwa's hair and tug on it so harshly he's pretty sure he's pulling some of it right out of his scalp. And then Hongjoong's lips freeze against his own and Seonghwa can feel the way his body shocks when his orgasm washes over him. He continues to allow Seonghwa to set the pace for a few more seconds before he comes into motion again. His hips rut forward feverishly as he tries to work himself through the last of his climax, whining against Seonghwa's lips.
The feeling of Hongjoong's uncontrolled thrusts in combination with the sound of his noises is enough to drag Seonghwa under as well. And Seonghwa has had plenty of orgasms in his lifetime, but all of them pale in comparison to this. It's like he can actually feel every single one of his cells tremble, a mind numbing pleasure filling him up into even the furthest crevices of his body and soul. And it's like the cum leaking out of him is never ending, so much so that he feels it seep through his underwear first and then his pants, creating a wet spot that starts trailing down his leg like he'd peed his pants a little.
His body comes to a halt when the feeling finally fades, and he feels clearheaded for all of five seconds before the cloudiness returns. Maybe he'd been silly to expect this release would ease the neediness, if anything it only seems heavier now. His erection doesn't waver at all, still just as hard as before, throbbing like it has a heart of its own.
He pushes Hongjoong away from him so the man falls onto his back, and he's staring up at him with so much hunger. And it appears that Hongjoong's erection hadn't lessened whatsoever either. Seonghwa curls his fingers under the waistband of Hongjoong's pants before ripping the fabric off in one clean motion and throwing it somewhere to the side. Hongjoong lets out a surprised little yelp, fully bare against the ground now, his naked skin pressing into the grass.
His shrugs his cloak off of his own shoulders, ripping off a few of his shirt's buttons in his haste. All the while his eyes remain glued to the sticky mess that Hongjoong's crotch now is. It's the most breathtaking thing he's ever seen, Hongjoong panting heavily, whining at absolutely nothing like he's getting fucked, his fingers and toes curling in the grass as he writhes around waiting to be touched. That messy brown hair and those golden eyes, now lidded while he stares up at Seonghwa.
He can hear the way the man's heart is beating, and he can hear the blood that's rushing around his veins and causing a dark blush to rise to the surface.
His pants are still on when he settles on his stomach between Hongjoong's legs, taking off the clothing was taking far too long for his liking. He needed to be closer, he needs to feel Hongjoong's skin against his own, needs to taste the man's sweat on his tongue.
He presses his lips to the inside of Hongjoong's thigh, licking his way over the skin with a flattened tongue. But all he can think about is what's resting right beneath the surface. He continues to lick over the flesh of his thighs like if he tried hard enough he could taste it even through the barrier of skin. He presses his nose into the meat, inhaling a shuddering breath.
Hongjoong's propped himself up on his elbows, staring down at the vampire with shaky eyes. His voice is thin when he finally speaks. "It's okay, Seonghwa. Go ahead."
The words steal whatever breath he'd had left in his chest. It's taking every last shred of strength he has to not immediately give in. He shakes his head, because even through the haze he knows he shouldn't. He has no way to know for sure he'd be able to stop. "I-I can't-" he chokes out.
"I don't mind." Hongjoong smiles, and he's leaking onto his tummy but still the gesture looks sweet. "In case you forgot I heal quickly, just like you. I'll be fine. Go ahead, take whatever you want."
They'd discovered on one of their past late night talks, that werewolves and vampires have the same regenerative bodies, except on werewolves it still leaves scars, and on vampires not a trace of evidence remains. Seonghwa has to admit that Hongjoong's words make it a lot harder to decline. But still there's a limit on how much either of them can heal, and if he drains Hongjoong to the point of death his quick healing won't be of any use.
He feels his mouth salivate to the point of drooling, and if he focusses he can see the heartbeat in the vein on Hongjoong's dick. "I really shouldn't."
"I want you to." Hongjoong begs with puppy eyes, his fingers tangling in Seonghwa's pitch black hair again. And then Hongjoong very purposefully digs his fangs into his bottom lip, the metallic scent meeting Seonghwa's nose almost instantaneously. He licks the blood away with a shiny tongue, humming happily around the drop like it actually tastes good to him, which they both know it doesn't.
But the smell was already enough, and his resolve snaps like a twig underneath the foot of an elephant. He allows the hand on the back of his head to guide his mouth closer to the thick vein running through Hongjoong's thigh. He closes his eyes for a second but he knows he's useless to fight this now. Carefully he presses his fangs into Hongjoong's flesh, feeling the blood drip out the second he's punctured the skin. He pulls away again with all his might, tongue hesitantly darting out to lick away whatever had leaked out before the wounds start closing up.
He feels pleasure spread through his mouth and down his throat, and it's easily the most magnificent thing he's ever tasted. It makes a human's blood taste like grainy sludge in comparison. His dick twitches in his pants and he can feel the precum dripping steadily, just adding onto his mess.
"You can take more..." Hongjoong breathes shakily, again nudging Seonghwa's mouth against his thigh. "I know you want to. It's all yours, take it."
Seonghwa has no real say in it when his teeth sink back into the flesh, his body acting on its own. He's looking at Hongjoong from the corner of his eyes when his fangs are as deep as they can go, his brows draw together in worry but Hongjoong's looking at him so dreamily.
More blood starts pooling in his mouth, and when he tries to move Hongjoong just shoves his face into his thigh more harshly, leaving him with no place to go. His eyes close as the thick liquid coats his tongue, and he finally loses the battle against himself, sucking harshly to drain more of it into his mouth.
The flavour has him pressing his dick against the ground, and the friction is so delicious he can't help doing it again. With pathetic whines he continues to grind himself against the soil, and every second of it feels like he's right on the edge, the kind of overwhelming pleasure that makes it hard to think.
Somewhere through the rushing in his ears he can hear Hongjoong's pleads. But he doesn't sound pained, no these are sounds of pleasure. He's still keeping Seonghwa's face pressed tightly against himself, hips kicking up into nothing every so often.
Seonghwa can see from the corner of his eyes how Hongjoong's back is arching off of the ground, how his head is thrown back while he continues to whine and beg.
He pulls his teeth out of Hongjoong and the weakened man now finally lets him, instead he moves over to his other thigh and he can't get his mouth back on him quick enough. He bites down harshly and vaguely registers Hongjoong yelping in surprise. He can feel it dripping down his chin and over to his neck. He knows he's overindulging and he should stop, but just like he'd expected he doesn't seem to be able to.
He presses his hips against the ground quickly and desperately, feeling the wet fabric of his underwear dragging over the tip. He feels absolutely delirious with pleasure, and Hongjoong seems to be in the same boat although his body seems to lack the strength it had earlier.
But then the brunette comes for the second time, entirely untouched, driven over the edge purely by the feeling of Seonghwa's teeth in his flesh. He spasms in his spot on the floor, his neglected dick spurting out thick ropes of cum that reach up to his chest. And the amount doesn't seem to have decreased whatsoever since last time.
Seonghwa's own orgasm takes a hold of him just as suddenly, and it's far from gentle the way he rips his fangs out of the flesh. Instead burying his forehead in the grass as his quivering hips continue to rut against the dirt. And it's equally as intense as last time, and he's leaking just as much, only adding to the wet crotch of his pants.
And just like last time his erection doesn't let up even for a second, and he doesn't feel sensitive in the way one regularly does, he just wants more. And Hongjoong still seems to be on the same page, hard dick twitching where it rests against his bellybutton. And Seonghwa can't help but worry this is never going to end. They're both two orgasms in and their bodies are showing absolutely no signs of stopping. And getting inside of Hongjoong is still the only thing he really wants.
He sees no end in sight and fears the possibility that it might never come.
Hongjoong's reaching out for him, and he pulls him in swiftly once he has his hands on Seonghwa. Their lips are back against each other before Seonghwa's brain can even catch up, and Hongjoong's tongue darts forward to lick his own blood out of Seonghwa's mouth.
"Oh my god-" Seonghwa chokes out in disbelief when Hongjoong works his way down to lick away the blood that had dripped from his chin down to his throat. And then suddenly Hongjoong's fangs are pressing ever so lightly against Seonghwa's artery. And they both seem to realise at the same time that technically he could.
"Do you think..." Hongjoong trails off. "Could I?"
"I don't know." He breathes out shakily. "Technically, but I don't think you'd like it much, that's not how your body works."
Despite this Hongjoong carefully sinks his fangs into Seonghwa's throat, they're pretty similar in shape and size so it works just as well. Seonghwa's eyes immediately roll back at the sensation, feeling Hongjoong tongue press against his throat as he attempts to drink. But much to his dismay Hongjoong pulls back after a few seconds, resting his head against the ground and staring up at Seonghwa.
His licks his bloody lips, "I like it better when you do it." Seonghwa feels unable to do anything other than just stare back. His limbs feel weak, his neck tingling where Hongjoong's saliva had entered the wound. He tilts his head a little with a frown. "Did you like that?"
"I-" his words seem to have left him altogether, he's trembling down to his bones. "I... nghh- fuck, yeah-" he moans at nothing but the memory and the quickly fading feeling in his neck.
Hongjoong's eyes widen, clearly not having expected the response. "Really?"
Seonghwa nods quickly. "Please-" he tilts his head to expose more of his neck to the still wide eyed man. "I'm sorry but please, just once more."
"I..." Hongjoong goes to speak but then decides against it, instead leaning his face into the crook of Seonghwa's neck and sinking his teeth back into it.
"Fucknngh-" Seonghwa whines desperately, pressing his dick - which for whatever reason is still trapped in his pants - against Hongjoong's bare ass. His mind is reeling when Hongjoong drains a mouthful before pulling back again, clearly unused to the taste. A violent tremor ripples through his body and never would he have guessed this would feel so good. But there's something about Hongjoong's fangs in his flesh that makes his entire body feel like it's vibrating. "Again. More please."
Hongjoong pushes at his chest until Seonghwa is sitting upright again before crawling into his lap. Seonghwa's bulge nestles itself between Hongjoong cheeks, and he he grinds up against his exposed hole, making Hongjoong whine desperately. The shorter grinds down on him while sinking his teeth into Seonghwa's shoulder, pulling away to bite into a different spot. Over and over again, he's not drinking and Seonghwa can't blame him, but he licks over every bite mark he leaves behind, and Seonghwa feels his spit entering the wounds. It leaves a trail of hot pleasure spreading through his veins.
Seonghwa loses all comprehension of where he is and he's pretty sure he just entered nirvana. He might as well be floating around somewhere, the only things his mind is grasping onto is Hongjoong's ass grinding down against him and the tingling in his neck. He's about to climax again, he can feel that too. And it's absolutely ridiculous. And he comes to terms with the fact that this really might never end, and that maybe he's okay with that.
Hongjoong pulls away from his collarbones to look him in the eyes instead, lips coated in Seonghwa's blood. "It's not that bad." Hongjoong smiles with lidded eyes, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. And it's enough to shove Seonghwa into another mind numbing orgasm.
"Oh god- Joongie, fuck-" the words leave him but he can't really hear his own voice. He does however register the feeling of him filling up his own underwear, another alarming amount of cum dripping out of the slit. He hasn't got the slightest clue where it's coming from, he should've long been emptied out by now but with this too there seems to be no end to it.
He ruts himself between Hongjoong's cheeks, feeling his cock catch on the rim even through his pants, and when Hongjoong kisses him the werewolf is moaning desperately into his mouth.
"Inside-" Hongjoong whines with teary eyes when he finally pulls back. "Please get inside me, Seonghwa. Please fuck me, please please-"
"Okay..." he nods quickly, because he kind of needed to be inside Hongjoong the second their eyes met today.
He watches Hongjoong lay back in the grass and finally Seonghwa fights off the rest of his clothing. He sighs in relief when he's finally out of the wet and sticky fabric, looking down at his own darkened erection. He settles between Hongjoong's legs again, the man opening them wide and planting his bare heels in the dirt so Seonghwa has all the access he could need.
Without thinking twice about it he drags two of his fingers down Hongjoong's torso to gather some of the man's last release. Yeah, that should do. In his haste he doesn't even bother speaking another word on the matter, inserting one of his fingers roughly. Once again Hongjoong truly doesn't seem to mind, just making some grateful noises as his eyes slip back closed.
"Seonghwa?" He wonders then, with a voice far more fragile.
He looks up through his lashes, finding Hongjoong already staring at him. "Yes?"
"I... Is this ever gonna end?" He blushes with cum pooling in his bellybutton.
He wants to reassure Hongjoong, but he also doesn't want to lie. "I don't know, Joongie."
"I don't understand what's happening to me." He whimpers when Seonghwa continues to fuck his own cum into him with his fingers. "To us. Normally it doesn't feel like this, right? Does it usually feel like this for you?"
Seonghwa carefully shakes his head, adding a second finger at the same time. His head is in two places at once right now. He wants to offer his friend comfort, but there's absolutely nothing he can do to stop himself from rushing to get inside. He can't pause this to have civilised conversation, to whisk away some of the shame they're both feeling. "No, it doesn't."
Hongjoong starts grinding down against Seonghwa's fingers, trying to get him deeper inside. "I-ugnnhh- Do you th-think this is still a punishment from the Gods?"
"Hongjoong, I have no fucking clue." He groans out, watching his fingers disappear into Hongjoong. He pulls them out when the friction gets a little too dry and with half a mind drags his fingers through the leftover blood coating Hongjoong's thighs. His eyes widen when he watches his own blood being used as a lubricant, but once again he doesn't complain.
Seonghwa's feels drool gathering under his tongue at the slick feeling of Hongjoong's blood mixing with his cum, creating a slippery mess that Seonghwa wants nothing more than to just dive inside of. With his free hand he swiftly turns Hongjoong over onto his stomach and the werewolf's startled yelp falls on deaf ears.
He slips in one more finger, fucking them into Hongjoong's prostate in a way he's sure will leave bruises. Hongjoong's clinging onto the grass for dear life, arching his back to try and invite Seonghwa closer. Until finally he gives up and starts rubbing his bare cock against the soil.
"Seonghwa-" Hongjoong sobs pathetically, hips twitching into the grass for any and all friction he can get his hands on. "Again- it's goinghh- ahh! S'gonna happen again. M'sorry, can't help it..." he's weeping against the ground, hiding his tear covered face. "I dunno how- aghh-" he whimpers loudly "-how to stop it."
"I know, baby." He has no idea where that nickname came from. "I know you can't help it, it's okay. You're okay."
He watches Hongjoong's body shock violently when another orgasm rips through him. Noises that rest somewhere between a cry and a moan get muffled against the arm he's put under his head. And really there is nothing he can do, he just quivers and twitches in his place, allowing Seonghwa's fingers to do as they please.
When Seonghwa finally pulls away his hand Hongjoong is nothing but a sobbing mess on the ground. But it takes only a few seconds of rest before he's arching his ass towards Seonghwa again, wordlessly begging him for more.
He rolls Hongjoong back over and the man flops onto his back bonelessly, having the strength for nothing other than to open his legs up. "Hyung-" he whines hoarsely. "Hyung, I feel like I can't breathe. Please just fuck me."
And finally, he does. He settles between Hongjoong's legs, pulling the man's pliant lower body into his lap. Hongjoong's shoulder blades still pressed against the dirt with his head lolling to the side, thighs loosely encircling Seonghwa's waist. He feels his overly sensitive erection slip between Hongjoong cheeks, and rubbing against his rim. It's one slimy and sticky mess, and it's the most delicious thing he's ever felt.
Carefully he presses the tip inside, and then the rest. His vision blackens for a few seconds, disorienting him. And then a warmth spreads from his crotch, to his abdomen, through his chest and down his legs. He can feel it in his eyelashes, his fingernails, everywhere. A sort of peace, like finally he is where he needs to be. The kind of peace that lets him know that maybe there will be an end to this. The air feels lighter, and his limbs no longer feel sluggish like he's trying to run underwater. And for the first time tonight he feels the brain fog clear away a bit.
He sighs deeply, blinking his eyes a few times until his vision comes back. He notices Hongjoong's breathing seems less erratic now too, his eyes a little less distant and his sobs settle into a gentle sniffle.
"Better, baby?" He reaches out his hand to wipe Hongjoong's cheek.
Hongjoong nods carefully, still battling the dizziness. "Yeah... that's better."
But even though it's an improvement, he's still a long way from being back to normal. He grinds himself deeper into the werewolf, more gentle than he'd been before.
"I need your cum inside." Hongjoong whines then, hands coming down to cover Seonghwa's where they rest on his hip. "I feel it, that's what I need. I need you to breed me, hyung."
Well, that could definitely be arranged.
Seonghwa's hips rotate with a mind of their own, desperate to get as deep as he possibly can. He leans over the man press his nose against his clavicle, the scent of the blood coating his thighs still lingering all around them. He refrains from sinking his fangs back in, wanting to spare Hongjoong the burden of carrying teeth marks around in such a visible spot.
"It's okay-" Hongjoong chokes out, like he'd read Seonghwa's mind. "Please, go ahead."
"Hongjoong-"
"Do it." This time the words are closer to a growl, he's not asking, he's demanding.
And who is Seonghwa to deny Hongjoong anything? So he does as he's told, this time piercing the flesh of Hongjoong's chest. The man moans in appreciation, hands moving to tangle in Seonghwa's hair instead and keeping him exactly where he wants him.
The blood loss must be doing something to Hongjoong by now. He might regenerate quickly but there's still been a very large amount drained from him. He's a little paler than usual, but still flushed pink from head to toe.
"Fuck, Seonghwa..." Hongjoong whimpers with that deliciously sweet voice of his. "Don't stop. Never stop, please never let me go-" Hongjoong has started rambling between his pleasured noises. "Please don't leave me, you can't leave me."
Seonghwa finally pulls away, partly because he wants to respond and partly because the taste was getting too overwhelming. He kisses his way up Hongjoong's neck. "I'm not gonna leave. I'll never let you go, baby. Never."
It's something he hadn't necessarily picked up on through his tunnel vision, but along with the sexual feelings, emotional ones had appeared as well. Of course he'd cared about Hongjoong before, he would've considered them friends despite the weird and secretive situation they'd found themselves in. But now... now the mere idea of being away from Hongjoong for more than two seconds is already making his heart ache. He's not sure if he's mistaking the immense pleasure for something more, for something it isn't.
But his heart tells him their bond has been irreparably altered forever. It's like he can feel their souls entangling wherever their skin meets, like he just drained some of Hongjoong's being into himself and visa versa. It's not longer like an elastic band wrapped around the two of them, but more so a metal chain connecting their chests.
Not love... something stronger. More sinister, perhaps.
He kisses his way over the man's jaw, shuddering when Hongjoong's nails scrape over his bare shoulder blades.
Definitely more sinister. It's this dark, heavy thing covering the both of them. Like a thick sludge that sticks to them and appears impossible to ever wash away.
He feels that familiar heat pool in his gut again, but this time with a promise of finality.
Hongjoong slowly pushes himself off of the ground to get them both upright and settle himself more securely in his lap, arms circling around Seonghwa's neck to steady himself. The way their bodies move together is far from aggressive this time, like neither of them have it in them anymore. It's all slow, and deep, and intimate. Their thighs stick together with sweat, amongst a plethora of other more questionable fluids.
"Thank you..." Hongjoong whimpers, his mouth pressed against the side of Seonghwa's face. He can feel the gentle flow of tears stream over from Hongjoong's cheekbone to his own.
He wraps his own arms around Hongjoong's waist, holding the man as tightly as their skin and bones would ever allow. For the flesh would never be kind enough to give in and let them be one. He feels Hongjoong tremble within his hold and his own body returns the favour.
"You're so perfect." He mutters with his entire body wound tight. "So perfect for me."
"Just for you." Hongjoong nods quickly, pressing the sides of their faces together, his mouth resting right by Seonghwa's ear. "Oh fuck- Seonghwa, I'm- mnghh... Seonghwa-"
"I know." He nods quickly. "I know, me too. Me too, baby."
Hongjoong's nails dig deep enough to draw blood, and Seonghwa feels the cold liquid trickle down his stony skin. And the man continues to cling onto him tightly while what silently promises itself to be their final orgasm creeps up on them. Hongjoong just blabbers sweet nothings into his ear, both promising and begging for a grand future. Comments about how good Seonghwa feels inside of him. Pleads for more and for less, to be quicker but slower and softer but harder.
And Hongjoong is the first to barrel over the edge. "Ahghh! God, Seonghwa- please, please, pleasnghh- yes!"
This final release seems to genuinely drain every last bit of cum out of him, leaking and spurting onto Seonghwa's stomach. His thighs and arms squeezing him tightly, spasming weakly within Seonghwa's hold.
And this time when it ends he actually seems to be done, remaining limply in Seonghwa's lap. He starts whining and whimpering more sensitively but allows Seonghwa to continue using him. Luckily for him the vampire isn't far behind.
And now, when Seonghwa feels himself filling Hongjoong up - the slick feeling of his own release easing the glide - it's like he can feel whatever had taken over them seeping out of him with every drop that leaves him. With every thrust that fucks his own cum deeper into Hongjoong he can feel the iron claws slowly releasing his soul and his lungs finally fill up all the way with fresh air.
He plops backwards when every last bit has escaped him, his skull knocking against the dirt when he feels himself go boneless halfway down. Hongjoong's body follows easily, settling on top of Seonghwa in a mess of sweat and semen and blood.
They lay there catching their breaths for several minutes, if that. In all honesty he has no idea how much time has passed when Hongjoong finally speaks.
"Seonghwa?" He croaks out, head on his chest.
Everything has fully cleared up now, he can actually focus on the stars above him instead of them just smudging into one incomprehensible mess. He revels in the feeling of the grass between his fingertips, of the dew smearing on his neck and dampening his hair. The sky is lightening somewhere very distantly on their right, which means Seonghwa will have to get home soon.
"Yeah?" He still sounds breathless when he responds.
"What just happened?"
"I really don’t know, Hongjoong. I’m sorry."
He can still feel the small tremors of Hongjoong’s body every so often. “I’m scared it’s only going to get worse. What if…what if we can never be proper friends, what if this is gonna keep happening to us every time we see each other?”
“I guess we’re going to have to come to terms with the fact that that is a very real possibility.”
“Does this…” Hongjoong trails off before finally moving his limbs again, propping himself up with his arms on Seonghwa’s chest, glancing down at him. And it’s easily the most beautiful anybody has ever looked. His eyes shiny and rimmed red from tears, a blush of pink dusting over his skin, his lips dark and swollen. Those beautiful eyes seem to be made of pure liquid gold while they flit over every feature on Seonghwa’s face. “Does this mean we can’t see each other anymore?”
He looks so fragile like this, while they both know he isn’t. Seonghwa distantly realises he’s still inside Hongjoong, but neither of them moves away. He brushes the long brown strands behind the man’s ears, feeling his own emotions threaten to spill past his lash line. “I don’t know. I don’t think I could live without you, as weird as that sounds.”
“Me neither.” Hongjoong admits quietly, like a secret shared between just them. “Maybe it’s over… maybe it’s out of our system now, whatever it was. Maybe we’ll go back to normal.”
“Yeah…” he doesn’t believe that, and he can tell Hongjoong doesn’t either. Not truly. No matter how badly he wants to. “Maybe.”
“Fuck, Seonghwa.” He lays his head back down on his chest, sighing dreamily. “Scary is it all is, I’ve never felt that good in my life. I felt pleasure in parts of my body I didn’t even know were capable of it. Maybe it’s a gift, not a punishment.”
Seonghwa has to agree with that, while the situation was nothing short of absurd, it’s also the most overpoweringly amazing thing he’s ever experienced. But that doesn’t change the fact that you can’t have a functioning relationship this way. “We should clean up.” He decides to brush past Hongjoong’s words.
The liquid on his thighs is starting to dry and become uncomfortably stiff. Hongjoong finally manages to roll off of him with a small nod, “the water is so far away.”
It’s about two steps removed from them but Seonghwa still finds himself humming in agreement. He pushes himself up on shaky arms before sliding them under Hongjoong’s back and knees, lifting him off of the ground. And he lowers him into the water gently when they’re close enough. It’s just deep enough for neither of them to be able to touch the bottom while keeping their heads above water, and the temperature is near freezing but neither of their bodies are fazed by it.
He slips into the water next to Hongjoong, who’s still clinging onto the edge so he doesn’t really have to swim. With a thousand things racing through his mind he moves in closer, caging the man against the shore. But he pushes them all away to make space for the most pressing matter, so with his now wet hands he begins to wipe down Hongjoong’s face. Pressing his thumb into the heated skin to try and rub off the dried blood, gently removing the old tear tracks and wiping away whatever’s left over from his drooling. Before he moves his hands under the water, starting with cleaning off whatever’s left over from both of their releases, dipping his thumb into his belly button to clear away whatever had gathered there
Those golden eyes stay trained on his face, studying Seonghwa’s expressions while he remains still and allows himself to be cleaned up. Breath hitching every so often, wincing when Seonghwa’s touches become a little too rough, and then sighing happily when he dials it back again.
He slips his hands further down to Hongjoong’s thighs, finding that thick layer of blood crusted on. The werewolf leans his head back against the shore, the expanse of his neck glistening in the first signs of daylight. He whimpers softly every so often when Seonghwa’s fingers press down, needing to add pressure to get anything off with just his bare hands and ice cold water.
“I think I love you.” Hongjoong breathes up towards the sky, eyes closed peacefully. “Just thought you should know.”
Seonghwa’s eyes widen, but when he stares at Hongjoong he never gets a look back. He opens his mouth without even having decided what he’s going to say. And the response that leaves him does so without Seonghwa choosing to say it. “I love you too.”
Hongjoong nods, a gesture so small Seonghwa barely catches it. His eyes are still closed, he looks asleep. “I know, I feel it.”
When Seonghwa’s finally done with cleaning up his thighs he reluctantly realises he can feel a by now very familiar sensation return to his gut. Their bodies had settled down for even shorter than he’d imagined.
“Do you feel that too?” Seonghwa wonders on a whisper.
“You already know the answer to that.” Hongjoong whispers in return. His head is still leaning back against the edge, like he’s given up on fighting or caring. He continues to breathe, deep ones in, and even deeper ones out. “So that’s how long our peace lasts huh?”
“The sun will be up in half an hour.” Seonghwa sighs. “I should leave while I still can.”
Seonghwa can feel the hardness resting between Hongjoong’s legs, and very purposefully tries to ignore it. He knows that if they started again now he’d never leave on time, and he’d burn to death in Hongjoong’s arms. Although as he’s thinking it over now he can’t say it sounds like an awful way to go.
“You need to go now.” Hongjoong chokes out, hips twitching forward against Seonghwa on instinct. Fuck. “Now, Seonghwa, you need to leave.”
His breathing grows more rapid, swallowing a mouth full of saliva. He feels himself hardening as well, and just like that his dick starts leaking into the water, his whole body ready and desperate to go again. “I- I’m leaving.” He lets go of Hongjoong’s body, giving him the space to get out of the water.
But really he should’ve thought the situation over a little better. Because Hongjoong twists around in the water, pulling himself back onto the shore. His knees dig into the wet dirt as he tries to find his balance, but then there he is, on his hands and knees, back facing Seonghwa. He watches the water trickle down from his ass over his thighs in thick streams, the soft flesh glistening and oh so inviting.
He has no control over the way his hands reach out to roughly snatch Hongjoong back a few inches.
“Ah!” The man yelps, glancing over his shoulder with wide eyes. His legs are pulled back into the water, bent at the middle with his chest slamming against the ground. Like this the water stops at the top of his thighs, leaving a three course meal for Seonghwa to indulge in. “N-no don’t! Seonghwa, please don’t! Please, please…”
But his mouth is back on Hongjoong immediately. His fangs scratch over the plump flesh, barely enough to draw blood before he darts out his tongue to lick up the tiny beads of red.
“Please?” Hongjoong is begging again but this time for the exact opposite, arching his back into Seonghwa’s touch. Just as weak to this thing as Seonghwa is.
He leaves openmouthed kisses all over the meat, tongue darting out the tease the skin while he slowly works his way over to where he knows Hongjoong wants him most. He still has some leftovers of Seonghwa’s cum trickling out of him, the substance tinted pink with blood. He watches his rim clench and unclench in anticipation.
He finally allows his tongue to dip between the two cheeks, digging it harshly into the stretch of skin between his balls and his hole. And Hongjoong cries out in pleasure, his recently cleaned hands now back to digging in the dirt, holding onto the weak strands of grass for dear life, like he might float away if he dared let go.
Seonghwa sucks on the skin and he can taste how blood gathers just beneath the skin in a hickey. He licks upwards with a pointed tongue, gathering the mess that’s still dripping out of Hongjoong. He swallows it all down gratefully before digging his tongue into Hongjoong, licking his way inside.
“Nghh… Seonghwa.” Hongjoong cries into the ground, grinding his hips back against Seonghwa’s face desperately. “Oh yes yes yesshhng- ahgg- thank you-“
Hongjoong’s thighs quiver so violently it creates ripples in the water. His poor body entirely overwhelmed with just the feeling of Seonghwa’s tongue on him. His hips twitch against the ground, digging himself into the soil in a way that should be uncomfortable.
Seonghwa scrapes his normal teeth over his rim before sucking again, creating an array of vile sounds. Although most of them get drowned out by Hongjoong’s endless noises. He feels the man’s hips fuck himself deeper into the wet dirt, desperately seeking for any stimulation he can get his hands on.
Hongjoong twitches when he finishes again, his tip buried in the soil, leaking into the earth. Seonghwa digs his tongue in as deep as he possibly can, trying to lap up every last bit of the mess he’d left behind.
He pulls away with a heaving chest but doesn’t stop to catch his breath before clambering out of the water as well. He pulls Hongjoong off of the ground with a merciless grip, shoving him a few feet further. Hongjoong allows himself to be thrown around, his wet skin pressing into the grass.
Seonghwa sits down on the back of the man’s thighs and presses his palm harshly into the small of his back, pinning him down even though they both know Hongjoong would never try to escape. He slips his leaking cock between Hongjoong’s still wet legs. Forcing Hongjoong’s meaty thighs as close together as he can before fucking himself into the soft skin.
He knows he should go, he needed to leave a while ago but he can’t seem to get away from Hongjoong. The man lays beneath him pliantly, whimpering while he allows Seonghwa to use his body to get off. The flesh is so soft, so full, so warm. Hongjoong’s skin is so hot compared to his own, and his thighs hug his dick in a maddening way.
It doesn’t take more than ten thrusts for Seonghwa to spill all over the tan skin, further undoing the bath they’d taken. Feeling that same insatiable hunger swallow him whole again.
“Fuck-“ he grits out through his teeth, their skin slapping together loudly every time he fucks his leaking cock into the skin. “You’re so good, so beautiful. You’re so beautiful…”
Hongjoong mutters something unintelligible in response before Seonghwa rolls off of him. He glances at the sky, seeing the sky turn lighter and lighter on the horizon. Oh yes, the sun. Of course. “I have to go.” The words feel like vomit in his throat. He fights the strings connected to his every limb, and with more strength than he knew himself to have he crawls away from Hongjoong towards his clothes. His cock is hard and throbbing, leaking into his underwear when he uses every last bit of power to pull it up his legs.
“No.” Hongjoong sobs softly, rolling onto his back. His dick is weeping onto his stomach, hips rolling upwards into nothing but air, searching for release. “Don’t go. Seonghwa, please don’t leave me here.”
“I’m sorry.” His tongue aches around the words, and his chest seems to be shrinking in around his lungs when he puts his shirt back on.
“No, n-no-“ His body writhes around in the grass, slipping one of his own hands down his body to stroke himself. “I need you, hyung. Need your cum, need you. You can’t leave me! Not now, just once more. Please fuck me, hyung. Your cock- I need your- please it hurts. It hurts.”
“I have to go.” Seonghwa glances over just in time to watch Hongjoong sink his fangs deep into the skin of his forearm before holding it out for Seonghwa.
While he mainly looks desperate, there’s now also air of a threat to it, like he’s demanding Seonghwa’s presence. The thick blood leaks down to his elbow where it disconnects and disappears into the soil.
The feeling of their first ever time meeting pales in comparison to this. Seonghwa had thought back then that walking towards Hongjoong was the hardest thing he’d ever have to do, to fight past every instinct yelling at him to run away. Little did he know what would be waiting for him in his future. It was absolutely nothing compared to the way his entire being aches now when he begins to walk away.
“I’m sorry, Hongjoong.” The words are no more than a whisper, as invisible barbed wire curls around his throat. But he needs to go, he won’t be of much use to Hongjoong dead either.
“Please, plea-“ his words get caught off with a sob. His hips are fucking up desperately into the tight grip of his hand, head thrown back with tears slipping out of his eyes into his hairline. His other hand comes down in an attempt to slip his fingers in. Seonghwa watches the man’s cum spill all over his fist at the first touch to his rim. He continues begging through the entirety of it and the sky continues to lighten.
“I’ll see you again, Hongjoong.” He speaks with a grimace, feeling precum seep out of him at the sight. “I’ll come back for you.”
And with that final promise he turns around to hurry home. Leaving behind the crying mess of a man who’s sobbing out his name. He wants to stay with Hongjoong, or to take him with him. But he can’t.
And the further he travels the easier he can breathe again. And when he’s finally back home he feels somewhere close to sane. Which hopefully means Hongjoong is feeling better as well. Which confirms that if they were to stay away from each other they’d still be okay. As long as they don’t get too close they’d be just fine. He knows that it’s the right thing to do, for both of them.
But he knows he’ll go back to the werewolf, and he knows Hongjoong will come back for him. He will see him again, and again. Until maybe they’ll be cured of whatever this is, or until it costs either one of them their life. Whichever one of those comes first.