“Faster, please, faster, Jong-in.”
Flesh slapped against flesh, whimpers turned to moans, and HanYin was on fire. He tossed his head back and forth, lost in the sensations wracking his body, tightening the pleasure at the base of his spine. He knew he wouldn’t last much longer. Pressed between their bodies, his cock emitted waves of precum, slicking their bellies in a delicious slide.
“HanYin, I… I’m….”
Jong-in dropped his head, biting down on the curve of his neck. HanYin screamed as his entire body exploded with pleasure, arching sharply as he dug his claws into Jong-in’s shoulders. The rush of seed between them was matched by the rush of heat as Jong-in came deep within him. He clamped down tight with his body, wanting to hold Jong-in there inside him. Jong-in’s thrusts stuttered, faltered, and slowed, and still HanYin held him close. His muscles shook with the effort. Jong-in’s hot breath puffed fast against his neck, his weight fully pressing him down, pinning him. He closed his eyes, reveling in the feel of Jong-in around and inside him. He could feel the little aftershocks, the occasional twitch of Jong-in’s cock, the rug leaving imprints on his back, Jong-in’s hair brushing his cheek. It was perfect.
When he felt Jong-in start to withdraw, HanYin tightened his grip. “Please don’t leave just yet.”
“I’m heavy,” Jong-in-murmured against his neck, brushing his lips over HanYin’s skin and leaving little lightning bolts in his wake.
“Not for me,” HanYin said, placing a small kiss on Jong-in’s shoulder. “You feel perfect, and I like the feeling of you pressed against me, like the weight of it.”
“I don’t want to crush you.”
So happy, HanYin let the laughter bubble from within him before he bucked his hips and rolled them over until he was sprawled across Jong-in’s chest. He placed a quick kiss on his nose and then stole a second from his lips, lingering over that theft. “Is this better?”
“I could get used to it,” Jong-in teased as he kneaded HanYin’s buttocks, then slipped his fingers between to stroke where they were still connected. HanYin’s eyes widened, and he shifted his hips experimentally.
“Oh,” he whispered as he stared down at Jong-in. “You don’t soften right away.”
“I….” Color flooded Jong-in’s cheeks. “I…. It usually takes at least another before I start to… soften.”
“Oh, such promise,” HanYin said as he sat up and pushed himself fully down on Jong-in’s still hard cock. “Delicious, you are so very…. Um, you feel so good.”
Jong-in gripped his hips, and HanYin grabbed his wrists. He pulled them off and turned them until he could twine their fingers together.
“Let me,” he whispered. Jong-in nodded but didn’t let go of his hands.
Slowly HanYin rose, flexing his thigh muscles until he was almost clear of Jong-in’s cock. Holding that intense gaze, he lowered his body gradually, watching Jong-in’s eyes go wide and then close as his head fell back and thunked against the floor. HanYin smiled, happiness rushing through him at the obvious pleasure on Jong-in’s face. He was going to give him as many orgasms as he could handle. There was no way he was going to let this go until it was unavoidable. If this was all he had, he was going to ruin Jong-in for anyone else.
Ki-tae
KI-TAE AND Jin-woo stood next to each other, waiting for the elevator. As much as he wanted to, Ki-tae didn’t reach for Jin-woo’s hand. On the set they had places he could drag Jin-woo off to, but there weren’t many empty rooms at headquarters, and he wasn’t one for janitorial closets.
“Oh, I am so stuffed,” Jin-woo said.
“I wish,” Ki-tae mumbled.
“What did you say?” Jin-woo demanded, his hands on his hips.
Just as he was going to say he’d said nothing, the elevator binged and the doors slid open. Ki-tae let out an internal shout of triumph. They stepped on the elevator. As soon as the doors shut, he pressed Jin-woo up against the wall and claimed his mouth in a hot, biting kiss. When he pulled back, they were both breathing heavily, and Jin-woo followed the kiss for a few seconds.
“I’ve been wanting to do that since this morning,” Ki-tae murmured.
“Good, because I’ve wanted you to kiss me since this morning,” Jin-woo said. “I still want to smack you for teasing me while we were with Huijang-nim, giving me that smirk, licking your lips. You’re evil.”
“No,” Ki-tae said with a chuckle. “I just know what turns you on when I can’t touch you as I want to. And I am not above using it to torment you with sweet anticipation.”
“I cannot walk around the building with a hard-on, you ass!” Jin-woo said with a laugh, smacking Ki-tae’s chest.
“Should I take care of that for you?” Ki-tae purred as he reached down and stroked Jin-woo through his pants. With his other hand, he hit the Stop button. “You’re in quite a state. We can’t have you distracted while you’re working.”
“Ki-tae-ya, don’t you… holy shit!” Jin-woo shouted, banging his head against the elevator wall. “Ca… camera!”
“Maintenance had to disconnect this one this morning and the replacement won’t be in until tomorrow.” Ki-tae grinned, pointing to the wires dangling from an open panel in the ceiling.
“You planned this.”
“Pure luck as to which car would open first.”
Ki-tae would have chuckled, but his mouth was full, and he wasn’t about to stop his current activity, not even on pain of death. As much as he wanted to take his time, work was not the place to do it. Ki-tae kept the pace steady, pulling Jin-woo’s pants down far enough to reach the other interesting places between his legs. He loved the way Jin-woo tugged at his hair and how his hips bucked involuntarily.
Looking up from beneath his lashes, Ki-tae watched everything Jin-woo felt move over his face. When Jin-woo caught his bottom lip between his teeth, Ki-tae moaned. Jin-woo wasn’t the only one who found that gesture hot as fuck. He cupped Jin-woo’s balls, rolling them gently while taking a long, slow pull up the length of his cock. He loved that sweet taste and the musky smell of Jin-woo’s arousal. It filled the tiny compartment, surrounding Ki-tae in its decadence. He wanted that scent all over his body. But more than that, he wanted Jin-woo’s seed in his mouth.
Moving faster, Ki-tae stretched his fingers out and pressed against the sensitive skin behind Jin-woo’s scrotum. He continued until he could tease that wonderful little opening between his cheeks. On a cry, Ki-tae got what he wanted and swallowed every drop. He caught him as Jin-woo’s legs gave out. Ki-tae held him up and gently licked him clean. Then he tucked him back in his pants and rose, gathering Jin-woo in his arms.
“I cannot wait to get you into my bed, where we can take all the time in the world,” he murmured against Jin-woo’s hair.
“I want that too,” Jin-woo said. “Shouldn’t you start the elevator again?”
“I should, yes,” Ki-tae said but made no move to do so. That would require letting go of Jin-woo, and he didn’t want to do that. Jin-woo chuckled and then pushed on his chest. Ki-tae sighed but followed the unspoken suggestion. He hit the Start button reluctantly.
“Soon,” Jin-woo said as the elevator moved again.
“Not soon enough,” Ki-tae grumbled before kissing Jin-woo one last time as the bell dinged but before the doors opened. He smiled at Min-su as he walked out of the elevator, smirking when she covered her nose with the back of her hand and then glared at Jin-woo, who just shrugged and smiled.
Cheongul
CHEONGUL HELD the back of his hand against his nose. He glanced to his right; the instrument room, he wasn’t going to go in there anytime soon. If his nose was right, and it generally was, HanYin had someone in there…. HanYin had Jong-in in there. Cheongul growled. How could Jong-in do that to Min-su? It was… it was just plain wrong. He made a move toward the door but then heard his brother’s laughter. HanYin had been quiet since ChenBao’s arrival. Could he really rob him of what joy he was finding now? No, he couldn’t do that to HanYin, but he
was going to have a talk with Jong-in the next time he got him alone.
“Oh my God, no place is safe!” Min-su grumbled. “I’m getting assaulted everywhere I go.”
“What do you mean?” Cheongul was on full alert. “Who’s assaulted you?”
“Not me, per se. Between Jin-woo-ya and Ki-tae hyung in the elevator and HanYin hyung and Jong-in-a in there, my nose is taking a beating!” Min-su said. “How do you stand it?”
“This is usually a safe spot to be when Ki-tae-ya’s found someone he’s interested in,” Cheongul said with a small smile, but then he realized what else she’d said. “Wait. You know Jong-in dongsaeng is in there with HanYin-a?”
“Yes.”
“And you’re not mad?”
“Oh, I’m mad, all right. My nose can only take so much pheromones, you know,” she growled. Cheongul tried his best to contain his shiver… and the urge to carry her off, consequences be damned.
“I mean you’re not mad at Jong-in dongsaeng?” he clarified.
“Why would I be mad at Jong-in-a?”
“Aren’t you… two… aren’t you together?” Cheongul asked hesitantly, looking everywhere but at her. Then his gaze shot to her as she laughed a full belly laugh, nearly doubling over with it. “What’s so funny?”
“The idea of me being romantically involved with Jong-in-a,” she said after she could breathe again. “He’s like a brother, and eww.”
“But I thought… you were hugging on set.” Cheongul couldn’t get a complete sentence out. His mind had gone numb. “And… kissing.”
“Hugging him on…. Oh, I remember. No, he is having a lot of issues right now. He pushes himself really hard, and it was starting to wear on him. I could see it, but he wouldn’t talk to me, so I finally had enough and made him tell me. Then I hugged him, kissed his cheek, and we cried, and everything is a little better now.”
“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have assumed anything,” Cheongul said with a low bow.
“Wait… is that why you…. Is that why you left that day?” Min-su asked. “Because you thought I was with Jong-in-a?”
“Well, I… yes. I don’t poach, ever. Period,” Cheongul said, looking her dead in the eye. “And I don’t share.”
“Hm, that’s good to know,” Min-su said with the sexiest little smile Cheongul had ever seen. “Because I don’t share either.”
With those words, she walked away, leaving a stunned Cheongul behind her. What had just happened? He wasn’t sure, but he thought she just told him she was single… and still interested. Cheongul tilted his head. Did that… mean what he thought it meant? No, couldn’t be. He wasn’t that lucky, and relationships never worked out for him. He turned and continued to the locker rooms. He had missed dance practice because of an interview, and if he didn’t make it up, Gojira would put him through hell for who knew how long. She was not a forgiving woman.
Ki-tae
KI-TAE WALKED into the house, only to find everyone seated in the living room, staring at him. He looked from one to the other. HanYin gave him a small smile, Cheongul smirked, which was never a good sign, and Soon-joon wore his calm mask normally reserved for annoying business meetings or the three of them acting like toddlers on a sugar high. Yet of all the people looking at him, Ki-tae figured ChenBao’s bright smile was the scariest thing of all. He slowly continued into the room.
“Why are you all staring at me like that?” he asked.
“Sit down, Sūnzi,” ChenBao said as she patted the seat next to her. “I have news for you.”
“Am I going to like this news?” Ki-tae said warily as he joined her on the couch.
“I’d like to think so, but it is all dependent on you and what you want,” she said.
“Okay, I’m listening.”
“Our luncheon was very enlightening,” she began as she shifted to face him, crossing her legs tailor-fashion. “It told me a great deal about the relationship between you and Jin-woo dongsaeng. By the way, not very nice to tease him in public.”
“He said the same thing.” Ki-tae chuckled.
“I know.” ChenBao gave him a smirk when he stared at her. “I heard him. I have very good ears… and my nose works exceptionally well.”
HanYin chuckled, and Ki-tae threw a pillow at him.
“I wouldn’t be so quick to laugh,” Cheongul said. “Min-su-ya and I got a noseful outside the music room too!”
HanYin blushed furiously and hid his face in the pillow, curling around it.
“Delinquents, the three of you,” Soon-joon said with a straight face, though his eyes twinkled with mirth.
“Much like their sire,” ChenBao said pointedly. “Now back to Jin-woo dongsaeng and Ki-tae dongsaeng. You are very fortunate. Jin-woo dongsaeng is one of those rare humans who can be your xuè huǒbàn.”
“What exactly does that mean for him and for me?” Ki-tae asked.
“It means he doesn’t have to die, and he doesn’t have to be turned,” ChenBao said. “It means he can choose to complete the bond with you and be with you for as long as you live.”
“What?”
“Xuè huǒbàn is a sacred bond between a Vampire and a human. We do not know what makes them special or so rare. All we do know is once the human chooses to accept the bond, they eventually stop aging. They and the Vampire become bound so deeply they share each other’s lifespan. He will become like us, yet not. He will be harder to injure. He will be faster, stronger, his senses sharper, but he will not need the blood. In fact, it is his blood that will be most satisfying, most fulfilling and energizing to you. His blood will heal you faster. His blood will make it so you do not need to feed as frequently. He will sustain you, and you, him,” ChenBao explained.
“How will I sustain him?” Ki-tae said, his curiosity getting the better of his fear.
“From observing the few xuè huǒbàn I’ve met, I’ve learned there is a constant exchange of qi happening whenever the two are near each other. Jin-woo dongsaeng’s energy kept reaching out to yours, but since the bond isn’t fully in place, the connection couldn’t be made.”
“What does completing the bond entail?” Ki-tae asked.
“Ki-tae?” The surprise in Soon-joon’s voice was clear. “Are you sure?”
“I don’t know,” Ki-tae admitted honestly as HanYin scooched over to lean his head against his knee. Ki-tae absently ran his fingers through HanYin’s hair. “I… I care about Jin-woo-ya—a lot. The more time I spend with him, the more I want to spend with him, if that makes sense. I even like the way he smacks me when he’s mad at me. I don’t get why he’s so different.”
“Many of my compatriots feel the xuè huǒbàn bond is predestined,” ChenBao said with a gentle smile. “I don’t know if that’s true or not. I would like to think so.”
“This bond, it does not frighten you anymore?” Soon-joon asked, his gaze intense.
“It’s still a frightening thought,” Ki-tae said, running his fingers along HanYin’s neck and jaw, making him purr like a kitten. It was a soothing sound. “I hear the word ‘bond,’ and I get flashbacks. I… I still dream about him, and they’re so real. It’s as if I’m back in that brothel, chained to the bed, able to think of nothing but Sashin.”
“Every night for over the last month,” Cheongul said quietly.
“When you’re away from him, you start thinking about the bond. It becomes the focus of your thoughts, rather than how you feel when you’re with Jin-woo dongsaeng,” Soon-joon said quietly. “It isn’t so much the bond with Jin-woo dongsaeng as it is the idea of a bond.”
“Yet the idea fades away when you’re with him. You’re no longer scared of it,” Cheongul said. “I watch you smile at him as you haven’t done for quite some time. He makes you happy.”
“He does,” Ki-tae said softly, hearing the wonder in his own voice. “Jin-woo-ya makes me happy.”
That was a lot for Ki-tae to take in. He rose from the couch with one last ruffle to HanYin’s hair and made his way to his room, lost in t
hought. When had that happened? When had he started to feel happy with Jin-woo? He couldn’t pick any one moment. He just knew he liked being with Jin-woo, liked talking with him. He liked how they bantered and picked on each other. He loved Jin-woo’s sweet kisses and his wicked tongue. He loved his laugh and his twinkling eyes. When had Jin-woo gotten past his defenses and under his skin?
Ki-tae crawled beneath his sheets and curled up on his side, staring out his window over the garden. There was so much going on inside his head. He’d spent years avoiding any kind of true commitment to anyone. Well, anyone save his family. He owed them everything, and he loved them more than his own life. But other people, he kept them at arm’s length, so to speak. His relationships didn’t last long. If he remembered correctly, his longest relationship was a month, maybe two. Eventually his lovers started talking living together, getting married, doing something to cement the relationship. That’s when he walked away. No one was worth giving up his freedom, his sense of self… until now. And there was still one big question everyone had failed to ask.
What if Jin-woo said no?
Soon-joon
“PARDON ME, Sajangnim,” Hyun-jo said from the doorway. He approached the desk at Soon-joon’s nod. “This arrived for you by courier, but there is no return address.”
“Thank you, Hyun-jo hubae,” Soon-joon said as he took the envelope, trying not to stare at him. Yet as soon as Hyun-jo turned his back, Soon-joon couldn’t pull his eyes away.
Once the door closed, Soon-joon sighed. The envelope was nondescript, a normal courier’s package from a company they used all the time. He opened it and let the contents slide out on his desk. Photographs spilled across the surface.
He picked up the top one, his hand shaking with fury. The intent was clear, and someone had just made a very big mistake. He studied the photo. Jin-woo’s face was clear as day, as was Ki-tae’s. The position they were in was, in a word, compromising. He shifted the other photos around until he located the note.
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