Night Kiss

by E. T. Malinowski

  “Really.” Ki-tae smiled. “Our bodies kill any diseases.”

  “We’ll never have to use a condom?” Jin-woo asked again.

  “Not unless you want me to,” Ki-tae said, placing a kiss on his nose.

  “Are you kidding?” Jin-woo smiled. “If we don’t have to use one, then we don’t. I want to feel you without anything between us.”

  “As you wish,” Ki-tae purred, then took his mouth in a deeper kiss as he dropped the lube on the bed next to Jin-woo’s hip.

  He pulled away, sucking gently on Jin-woo’s bottom lip before kissing his chin, then licking his neck, then sucking on the hollow at the base of his throat. Ki-tae took the time to nip the length of each collarbone before circling down to take one dusky nipple into his mouth. Jin-woo’s sweet cries filled his ears. His lover was not quiet, and Ki-tae adored that. He began gently and then increased the pressure before biting slowly. Jin-woo bucked beneath him, and Ki-tae chuckled, his breath teasing the wet nub. Then he moved across Jin-woo’s chest and lavished the same attention on his other nipple. One day he was going to make Jin-woo cum just from playing with his nipples, but not today.

  He loved the slick wetness Jin-woo’s cock left on his belly as he slid down, pausing to run the tip of his tongue along the ridges of his abdomen. Jin-woo still gripped his shoulders. He could feel the trembling in his hands as Jin-woo tried to hold on. Ki-tae took that as a personal challenge, to break that control. Instead of continuing to the lovely hard shaft oozing precum against their skin, Ki-tae followed the line of Jin-woo’s Adonis belt, up to his hipbone. He nibbled and licked and kissed, listening to the sounds of Jin-woo’s whimpers and pleas. Then he made the return journey, only to bypass Jin-woo’s cock in favor of following the same path on the other side of his body. That earned him little snarls of frustration. Ki-tae grinned.

  “You are deliberately trying to drive me insane,” Jin-woo panted breathlessly.

  “Something like that,” Ki-tae murmured against his flesh. He pushed Jin-woo’s left leg out and followed the bend with his tongue, his cheek brushing Jin-woo’s scrotum, eliciting a cry. He rubbed his nose along that sensitive sac on his way to the bend of Jin-woo’s other leg, licking delicately at the crease as he went. Each little cry sent jolts of pleasure through Ki-tae. This close, he could see the fine trembling of Jin-woo’s body. He wanted more. He wanted Jin-woo to come apart.

  “Ki-tae,” Jin-woo moaned. “I’m going to seriously hurt you if you don’t get on with it.”

  “I thought I was,” Ki-tae purred.

  “I want you inside me,” Jin-woo whined.

  “So you want me here?” Ki-tae lathed the tip of his cock slowly, making sure to catch all the precum, savoring the taste. Jin-woo screamed and bucked once more.

  Ki-tae rode out the movement of his hips before pinning them to the bed and taking his cock on one fast slide, allowing it to pass into his throat with ease. He bobbed his head, twisting slightly and sucking hard. Jin-woo clenched his fingers in his hair, giving just enough pain to heighten Ki-tae’s pleasure. Then he slowed. Shifting his weight, Ki-tae grabbed the lube. He flicked the cap open with the tip of his thumb and poured some onto his fingers. He slid his shoulder underneath Jin-woo’s left leg and pushed the right outward, giving him greater access. He looked up at Jin-woo from beneath his lashes, catching his gaze.

  “Your eyes are silver,” Jin-woo whispered with a small smile, reaching out to run the tips of his fingers from Ki-tae’s temple down his cheek and along his jaw. “So beautiful.”

  It pleased Ki-tae that Jin-woo liked his eyes, that he cared enough to comment on it. He’d never been able to be this relaxed with a lover, this… free. He didn’t have to hide his eyes or his fangs from Jin-woo. He accepted them as part of Ki-tae. With care, Ki-tae slid one finger inside Jin-woo’s passage, circling gently to the soft whimpers and moans. He watched Jin-woo’s face for any signs of pain, continuing the leisurely suction on his cock. It became all about pleasing Jin-woo. Soon one finger became two and then three as Jin-woo’s body adjusted to the intrusion. When he began rocking his hips down on Ki-tae’s fingers, he knew Jin-woo was ready.

  Ki-tae pulled his fingers free, smiling at Jin-woo’s almost mournful cry. “Easy, my beloved, I am not leaving you.”

  Jin-woo didn’t respond, and Ki-tae quickly looked up. Jin-woo’s eyes were closed, his head turned to the right, the line of his neck exposed. His lower lip was caught between his teeth, and he played with his own nipple. Ki-tae groaned at the sight. His Jin-woo looked so sweet and innocent but was deliciously wicked. He shifted, moving up Jin-woo’s body until they were face-to-face. Jin-woo turned to him, his pupils blown with his desire. Ki-tae’s gut clenched. Such an erotic sight, his Jin-woo. There was no way Ki-tae couldn’t have kissed him at that moment. He pounced, feasting on already swollen lips as he positioned his aching cock against Jin-woo’s entrance. When he pulled back, Ki-tae gave him the smirk he knew Jin-woo adored and pushed forward slowly. Jin-woo’s eyes practically rolled into the back of his head, and his hands flew to Ki-tae’s shoulders. He lifted those lean legs and clamped them around his hips just as the muscle gave way and Ki-tae slid inside him with an almost audible sound. Then he stopped and watched Jin-woo’s eyes snap open.

  “Watch me,” he whispered. “Feel me within you.”

  He didn’t thrust fast into Jin-woo. Ki-tae wanted him to feel every inch of his cock sliding deep, just as Jin-woo wanted. He took his time watching the emotions, the pleasure, chase across Jin-woo’s face.

  “You feel…,” Jin-woo gasped. “So good. Deeper, Ki-tae, please.”

  “Not going to stop until I’m all the way in,” Ki-tae promised.

  Hot, so hot and tight and perfect, that’s how Jin-woo felt as Ki-tae slid deeper and deeper. He kissed his cheeks, his mouth, his neck, his chest, anywhere he could reach. Then their groins were pressed together, and Ki-tae was all the way in. He took a deep breath, trying to stop himself from cumming immediately. Jin-woo felt so… perfect, so right. It was almost surreal.

  After several attempts, Ki-tae finally managed to get words out. “Are you all right?”

  “I’m… perfect,” Jin-woo said on a soft moan as he twitched his hips, his arms wrapped around Ki-tae. He whimpered softly. Ki-tae could read it on his face. Jin-woo wanted more, wanted Ki-tae to move, to push them along until they both came hard.

  He pulled back, feeling Jin-woo grip at him, trying to hold him in. When just the head of his cock remained, Ki-tae thrust fast and deep. Jin-woo’s scream echoed through the room. Again and again Ki-tae withdrew slowly, only to sink back in fast, pressing his cock against the gland, the source of Jin-woo’s pleasure. Soon they were both slicked with sweat, Jin-woo not being a passive partner. He met each of Ki-tae’s thrusts, kissed him just as hungrily, tortured him with pinches to his nipples, and dragged his nails down the length of Ki-tae’s spine. Ki-tae gasped as Jin-woo found the hot spot at the base of his spine, the two little dimples above his buttocks. Ki-tae laughed softly when he could breathe again.

  “Found one.” Jin-woo grinned.

  “Oh yeah?” Ki-tae gave a twist of his hips, and Jin-woo groaned long and loud.

  “Still found one,” Jin-woo panted. He pulled Ki-tae down for another kiss and thrust his tongue forward. Ki-tae loved it when Jin-woo got aggressive. The next thing he knew, Ki-tae was fighting his body not to cum as Jin-woo stroked his fangs with his tongue. He tore his mouth away on a loud feral roar. “Another one.”

  Ki-tae didn’t say a word. He simply moved, rolling his hips and thrusting deep. He reached down and pulled first one leg and then the other over his shoulders, nearly bending Jin-woo in half as he increased the speed of his movements. Jin-woo could do nothing but scream and moan and cry out his pleasure as he was driven to the edge, the sounds punctuated by the smack of flesh against flesh. The smell of sex filled the air, encompassing them in the warm, hot scent of their loving. The urge was so strong. All he had to do was lean down and si
nk his fangs into the column of Jin-woo’s neck and drink. He could almost taste the sweetness. He wanted that, but he wanted it to be Jin-woo’s choice. He didn’t want to take that from him. He struggled to keep his thirst in check, struggled to prevent himself from losing control.

  “Ki-tae…,” Jin-woo said as he turned his head.

  Ki-tae could no more resist that silent offer than he could resist breathing. He grabbed hold of Jin-woo’s hair, clenching his fingers tight, and sank his fangs deep into Jin-woo’s neck, taking blood straight from his heart for the second time. He drank, listening to the harmony of Jin-woo’s voice raised on a cry as hot wetness spread between them. Jin-woo’s body clenched around his cock, pulling him along, and Ki-tae continued to drink even as he came. He continued through the fine tremors shaking their bodies and only stopped when Jin-woo passed out from the pleasure. Then his strength gave out, and he collapsed on top of Jin-woo, breathing heavily against his neck, his nose pressed against him. Ki-tae snaked his tongue out and licked delicately at the wounds, getting the last little drops and sealing them. Then he closed his eyes and slept.

  IT WAS unacceptable, simply unacceptable. Things would have to be taken to the next step. The plans would have to be accelerated. Unacceptable but unavoidable. Clearly the lesson had not been learned. Cleary further instruction was needed. He would learn the folly of his ways. He would learn to do as he should. He would learn or he would pay in blood.

  The leather buckles on his boots jangled as he walked over to the board. Pictures, notes, pushpins, the map of Seoul was covered with them. To the left was a map of Asia marked with more pushpins. Each location carefully noted with date and time. Each one a music venue. Each one a potential target location. One of them would prove to be the right place, but he had yet to determine when to strike. The time wasn’t right yet. It was too soon to begin the lesson in earnest, but soon. Soon he would learn to obey, or he would bleed.

  ChenBao

  CHENBAO STUDIED the photograph of Ki-tae and Jin-woo, tilting her head this way and that. She set it down and picked up another. Each one had been enhanced to show their faces clearly. That photo was discarded and another lifted from the pile. Someone had gone through a great deal of effort to clean up what was obviously security footage. It was a half-decent job, but if one knew what to look for, it was easy to spot the changes.

  “Do you feel it wise not to inform them of this?” ChenBao asked, glancing up to see Soon-joon pacing in her office. Agitation and an inability to remain still replaced his normal calm. She could certainly understand that. Ki-tae was his son, his youngest. Any parent would be disturbed, infuriated, by a threat to their child.

  “Honestly, Okasan, I am not sure how to tell him,” Soon-joon said. “How do you explain such greed?”

  Now she knew he was more than just nervous. He only called her Mother when he was scared.

  “This is not something new to us, Táozi-chan,” ChenBao said quietly.

  “This is the first time it has happened to one of my sons,” he pointed out. “They have never been targeted before. This isn’t about getting an exclusive story or photo opportunity. This is about money, and the threat is clear. This person will hurt Ki-tae and Jin-woo dongsaeng if they do not get what they want.”

  “We will deal with this as we have always done,” ChenBao said firmly, rising. “And we will do so with the full knowledge of Ki-tae dongsaeng and Jin-woo dongsaeng. They deserve to know of this threat, not be kept in the dark. Given last night’s events, I would think these might be connected. Ki-tae dongsaeng and Jin-woo dongsaeng tried to be discreet on set, but people notice these things.”

  Soon-joon sighed, rubbing his face with his hands. He kept alternating between furious and terrified for his son’s safety as seen by the rapid change in his eyes from brown to gold and back again. “I know. Yet who in our clan would do such a thing?”

  “I do not believe it is one of our own. Shin-bai dongsaeng’s report of the break-in said Ki-tae dongsaeng and Jin-woo dongsaeng have been arriving here together. It is something to keep in mind.”

  “You’re right, Okasan. These incidents occurred too closely together to not consider the possibility.” Soon-joon said. “I just….”

  “You are his father as much as his sire,” she said softly as she approached him and wrapped her arms around him. ChenBao kissed his temple. “No true parent will tolerate a threat to their children. I know this from personal experience, so you must listen.”

  Soon-joon smiled. “I remember. I could have taken care of that one myself.”

  “Yes, but as your mother, it was not acceptable to me to do nothing,” she said. “And so I took action.”

  “You first took everything he owned and then drained him dry.”

  “I was less inclined to be merciful back then,” she said with a shrug. “Samurai, shogun, or daimyo, no one hurts my son.”

  “They still tell stories of you in the province.” Soon-joon chuckled.

  ChenBao smiled. “I am spoken of in many provinces, with mixed feelings of awe and fear. It is as it should be. Now back to Ki-tae dongsaeng.”

  “I will have them meet us here as soon as they arrive.” Soon-joon glanced at his watch. “HanYin took his motorcycle today. Cheongul had an early-morning interview. Only Ki-tae had nothing scheduled for today.”

  “When is Jin-woo dongsaeng due in?” ChenBao asked as she resumed her seat.

  “I believe he and Min-su dongsaeng generally arrive at eight. Jong-in dongsaeng tends to arrive earlier, around seven,” Soon-joon said, using the tablet he’d set down upon entering ChenBao’s office to pull up the schedule. She knew he kept track of everything, though he did leave certain tasks to members of his team. He could trust Hyun-jo with much more. Hyun-jo would not return without the information Soon-joon wanted, and though he was a small man, he would not allow them to stop him. Hyun-jo was a force to be reckoned with when he chose to be stubborn. Soon-joon smiled.

  “And what brings that smile to your face, Táozi-chan?” ChenBao said with a smirk of her own.

  “I sent Hyun-jo hubae to the stadium today,” Soon-joon said. “They had been very reluctant to arrange the meeting, but Hyun-jo hubae was very persistent. It occurred to me he would be the best person to get me the information I seek.”

  “And what are you looking for?” she said absently as she studied the pictures and noted with more than just her regular eyesight.

  “A list of people who had access to the security footage. Once he has the list, he will begin researching each person on it, evaluating them for motive, opportunity, and financial situation. Money, as we know, makes people do things they normally wouldn’t do.”

  “So you think it is someone inside the facility? Or someone connected to them?” ChenBao said.

  “It is entirely possible,” Soon-joon said. “I would think only employees have access to that footage.”

  “Very true,” she said. Then she turned her full gaze on him. “It is after eight. Why don’t you go get HanYin dongsaeng and then see if Jin-woo dongsaeng has arrived yet?”

  “As you wish,” Soon-joon said. Then he did something out of character. He walked over to her and kissed her temple. She looked up at him, surprised, and then smiled. He didn’t do that very often, but it always made her smile when he did. He was a grown man, a Vampire sage in his own right, but he was still her son, the little boy she had helped raise and watched grow from a precocious toddler to a strong, honorable man. ChenBao watched him walk out the door.

  “We did a good job, Mai-Qi-chan,” she whispered, bringing her most favored handmaiden and dearest friend to mind. “He is a good man, our son.”

  Ki-tae

  KI-TAE AWOKE to the glorious smell of coffee. He reached for Jin-woo, only to find the other side of the bed empty. He frowned for a moment, but then it came to him. Jin-woo had promised to make him breakfast as a thank-you. Ki-tae smiled and threw back the covers. He headed straight to the kitchen and found Jin-woo stirring a d
ecent-sized pot on the stove. The smells coming from it were mouthwatering. Ki-tae slipped up behind him and wrapped his arms around Jin-woo’s waist, laying a kiss on his neck.

  “Good morning,” Jin-woo said with a chuckle as he pushed his hips back against Ki-tae’s erection snug against his ass. “Someone’s all happy this morning.”

  “There’s food, coffee, and you,” Ki-tae purred, nibbling. “I can’t decide which one to eat first.”

  “The food,” Jin-woo insisted with a laugh. “It will get cold if you don’t, and I don’t know about you, but I’ve never been a fan of cold kimchi. Now go sit down.”

  “You made kimchi?” Ki-tae was surprised.

  “On second thought,” Jin-woo said as he turned around and ran his eyes up and down Ki-tae’s naked body. Ki-tae smirked at him. “Go put on at least a pair of pants. I want to eat my breakfast in relative comfort!”

  “Spoilsport,” Ki-tae said with a pout. “What’s wrong with the way I’m dressed?”

  “You’re not dressed, Ki-tae-ya.” Jin-woo laughed. “That’s the problem. Go on!”

  “Drop the honorifics, and I will,” Ki-tae said.

  “Really?” Jin-woo said. “You’re negotiating with me about putting on pants?”

  Ki-tae continued to pout, but it didn’t last long. He laughed and pulled Jin-woo into his arms for a resounding kiss before releasing him and then going back to the bedroom. He grabbed a pair of blue plaid sleep pants and a white tank top from the drawer. He made a minor effort to find his house slippers but gave up in the end. He didn’t often wear them in his apartment, so he wasn’t all that put out by not being able to find them.

  When he went back to the kitchen, Jin-woo was setting out breakfast. He had several banchan waiting and a large tureen of what appeared to be bokimchi. He hoped it was the kind with seafood. Ki-tae could deal with fruit bokimchi, but he really liked it with seafood instead. There was also a large mug of coffee at each of their seats, and Jin-woo was just setting down the bowls of rice. When he looked up and smiled, Ki-tae felt as if he’d been punched in the solar plexus. He walked over and cupped Jin-woo’s face before kissing him sweetly, brushing his lips back and forth until that tiny little whimper signaled Jin-woo’s surrender, and he opened that delectable mouth to grant Ki-tae entrance. When Ki-tae finally released him, they were both panting for breath. It was hard to focus on anything other than Jin-woo’s mouth and all the things he wanted Jin-woo to do with it for several moments. He stared into Jin-woo’s eyes, still holding his face.