“So to break the bond, Ki-tae would have to either kill me—not a fan of that one—or turn me—not sure about that one either,” Jin-woo said. “I’m squeamish as it is. The last option, and it’s only because of what I am, is Ki-tae and I can become… Blood Partners?”
“Yes,” ChenBao said. “You would eventually cease to age, and you would live as long as Ki-tae-ya does, and vice versa. You would sustain him with your blood, and he would sustain you with his qi.”
“That is… a lot to take in,” Jin-woo whispered.
Ki-tae felt his heart drop.
“Don’t even. I can see the resignation in your face, just like I heard it in your voice when you thought I regretted meeting you,” Jin-woo said suddenly, pulling his hands free and cupping Ki-tae’s face. “I am not rejecting the idea or you. It’s just a big change to my life, and I’m not sure how to take it.”
“You don’t have to if you don’t want to,” Ki-tae said. Jin-woo kissed him hard.
“Silly Vampire, don’t you know I love you already?” Jin-woo said with his sweet smile before he kissed Ki-tae senseless.
“And that’s our cue to, well, yeah, so… night!” Cheongul said as he rose and pulled Min-su with him out of the room. HanYin and Jong-in soon followed. ChenBao giggled and disappeared, literally, leaving Soon-joon and Hyun-jo the last in the room with Ki-tae and Jin-woo. Hyun-jo stood and looked down at Soon-joon before grabbing his hand and dragging him down the hall. Ki-tae barely noticed.
KI-TAE ROSE from the couch. Then Jin-woo jumped and wrapped his legs around his waist. He palmed that incredible ass, kneading and squeezing as he carried Jin-woo, never releasing his mouth.
When they reached his room, Ki-tae set Jin-woo on his feet. Slowly he undressed him, kissing and licking every inch of bare skin he exposed. He nipped at his collarbone before moving down to capture one taut nipple in his mouth. Jin-woo cried out, digging his fingers into Ki-tae’s hair and holding him against his chest. Ki-tae worried that tiny little nub with his teeth, scraping it with a fang before sucking hard. Jin-woo grabbed the back of his neck with his other hand as Ki-tae stroked the insides of his legs from behind, teasing along the line where thigh met buttock before venturing higher.
“Ki-tae… too many clothes,” Jin-woo murmured, pulling at Ki-tae’s shirt. It was removed in short order, as was the rest of Ki-tae’s clothing.
Wrapping his arms around Jin-woo’s thighs, Ki-tae lifted him once more and carried him into the bathroom. The dying light of evening poured through the sheers lining the windows, muted but still providing some light. As he reached for the door handle, Ki-tae let Jin-woo slide down his body, growling as their erections rubbed together. He attacked his mouth, thrusting his tongue deep as he maneuvered Jin-woo into the shower area.
Almost absently Ki-tae turned on the faucets and then guided Jin-woo beneath the water. Soft green light made the water droplets glitter as they fell over Jin-woo’s body, and the sight made Ki-tae’s gut clench. He smiled when Jin-woo tilted his head up and laughed as the water fell like a summer rain on his face.
Ki-tae reached over and flipped another switch. In seconds Jin-woo was standing in his own personal waterfall and looked absolutely stunning in the shifting LED lights. Looking had to be followed by touching, and Ki-tae followed Jin-woo into the rainfall, placing almost gentle kisses on his lips before moving to his jaw, following the line of it to the sensitive skin behind his ear. He nibbled his way down the length of his neck, feeling how each nip made Jin-woo shiver, hearing the little moans and whimpers that drove Ki-tae crazy. He worked his way down Jin-woo’s body, following streams of water until he was on his knees.
Looking up, he watched Jin-woo close his eyes as he pushed his wet hair back off his face. He opened his eyes, and Ki-tae growled at the heat in them. Holding his gaze, Ki-tae leaned forward and gently touched the tip of his tongue to the line running between Jin-woo’s abs, tasting the water on his skin flavored with Jin-woo’s unique taste. Again and again he flicked his tongue against Jin-woo’s skin, earning gasps and moans, all the sounds that told Ki-tae he was on the right path.
One of his favorite places on Jin-woo’s body was his navel. When Ki-tae licked it just so, Jin-woo squirmed and moaned, the skin sensitive, and he loved to play there. Slowly he swirled his tongue around the edge, and Jin-woo’s muscles quivered with pleasure. He dipped his tongue inside and made tiny circles in that delicious indentation. He nipped around it, catching small bits of skin between his teeth but never breaking through.
Ki-tae reached up and slid his nails lightly down Jin-woo’s sides before gripping Jin-woo’s hips as they bucked involuntarily. Jin-woo’s body was, for the most part, hairless. Ki-tae loved the smoothness of it, and he loved how just at his belly button was the start of Jin-woo’s treasure trail. It was light and silky, and Ki-tae adored following it down—treasure trail indeed.
Jin-woo was already leaking profusely, fighting to move his hips beneath Ki-tae’s hands. Then he took Jin-woo’s hard shaft deep, letting it slide easily into his throat, reveling in the loud cry that tore through the room. Ki-tae worked Jin-woo’s cock, steadily bringing him closer and closer with the hard suction and long slides along the length of his erection. He savored the precum coating his tongue as he slowly pulled off, wrapping his fingers around Jin-woo’s cock.
“You damn well better not stop there,” Jin-woo hissed as Ki-tae flicked the tip of his tongue over the head of his cock. Ki-tae smiled up at him but didn’t say a word.
As much as he wanted to be inside Jin-woo, Ki-tae didn’t change his pace. He wanted this slow and sensuous and special. He never ceased moving his hands, even when he filled his mouth with Jin-woo’s cock once more. He caressed his legs, teasing behind his knees and up to the curve of his buttocks, the water slicking the way, flowing down Jin-woo’s body to splash against Ki-tae. Jin-woo’s legs shook with the effort to hold him upright as Ki-tae delved between his cheeks to stroke his anus, pressing slightly.
“Yes, more,” Jin-woo moaned, parting his legs as much as Ki-tae would allow.
Just Jin-woo’s responsiveness and the sounds he made, the way he begged and demanded in turns, were enough to shove Ki-tae over the edge. When he pushed a second time, he could tell Jin-woo’s body wasn’t quite ready to accept him. He would have to change that… as soon as he fully tasted Jin-woo.
“Let me taste you, Jin-woo,” Ki-tae purred along the length of his cock as he rolled his balls in his fingers. He stroked the sensitive skin behind them and pushed back to press against him. “The sounds, the whimpers and moans, they make me so hard I could cum just from listening to you.”
“Ki-tae,” Jin-woo whimpered, seeking purchase with his hands on Ki-tae’s slick shoulders. Ki-tae took him in, slipping the tip of his tongue into the slit, tasting him. Then he pushed forward, pressing his tongue hard along the underside of Jin-woo’s cock, and buried his nose in the silky hair at the base of his shaft as he allowed the head deep into his throat. He withdrew, inhaled, and then sank on him once more.
“Ki-tae, I can’t. I’m….”
Ki-tae’s only response was to continue the torturous slow suction. Just as he teased his finger against Jin-woo’s passage, the trembling increased, his cock jerked in Ki-tae’s mouth, once, twice, and then erupted. He held Jin-woo to him, just deep enough for his cum to coat the back of his tongue and throat. He swallowed every bit of it and then licked his lips to catch any he might have missed before the water could wash it away. Feeling Jin-woo’s legs start to give out, Ki-tae caught him.
“Don’t pass out on me now, Jin-woo,” Ki-tae said as he slowly rose to his feet, letting his body brush against Jin-woo’s, kneading with his hands, savoring the resulting aftershocks and the little cries of pleasure. “I’m not done with you yet.”
“I…,” Jin-woo panted. “You… didn’t.”
“I will once I’m inside you,” Ki-tae said as he turned Jin-woo, aligning their bodies back to front.
He pressed hi
m against the wall, nuzzling his hair, then placing gentle kisses along his shoulders and nape. Ki-tae worked his way over Jin-woo’s back, brushing his lips against his skin, interspersed with slow, sensuous bites and gentle leisurely swirls of his tongue. He loved the way Jin-woo quivered with pleasure.
Ki-tae followed his spine on the return journey. Jin-woo turned his head, his eyes half-lidded, watching as Ki-tae gently scraped his fangs over the curve of his shoulder. His breath came in short pants; his lips were swollen from their kisses, his cheeks flushed. Water droplets hung from Jin-woo’s lashes, slid down the fine curve of his cheek to cling to his chin before dropping into what little space remained between him and the wall. He pushed back with his hips, and Ki-tae groaned at the contact, that flawless ass cradling his aching cock so perfectly.
“Ki-tae,” Jin-woo murmured when he leaned down to kiss him, Jin-woo turning and lifting his head at the same time, his hands tucked into his torso as he shifted restlessly. Ki-tae could see the desire in his eyes. He could smell the wet scent of it perfuming the steam-filled shower room. Tiny shivers shook Jin-woo’s body, and Ki-tae was awed. He was so responsive to him, so vocal in his desire for Ki-tae, it was amazing.
Reaching for the lube he kept on the shelf with his shampoo and conditioner, Ki-tae slid his thigh between Jin-woo’s legs. He loved the way Jin-woo moaned, and smiled when he saw Jin-woo catch his bottom lip between his teeth as Ki-tae slipped slick fingers between his cheeks, stroking his opening gently before pressing inside with one finger. God, he was hot and tight as always. Ki-tae bit his shoulder without breaking skin, keeping the movement of his finger slow and steady. When Jin-woo started to push back with short little whimpers, one finger became two, and then three.
“Ki-tae, please, I need you,” Jin-woo moaned, thunking his forehead against the tile.
Without a word, Ki-tae replaced his fingers with his shaft and pushed deep in one slow thrust. A satisfied moan of pleasure echoed through the room. Jin-woo parted his legs wider, shifting his hands to brace against the wall. Ki-tae stroked up his hips, along his sides, claws teasing and leaving pale white trails. He caught a giggle when his fingers danced past Jin-woo’s armpits and continued up until he laid his hands over Jin-woo’s on the wall. They twined their fingers together as almost an afterthought as Ki-tae retreated, only to thrust forward again. The pace was maddening for him. He wanted faster, harder, but he wanted Jin-woo to explode from the pleasure; he wanted the screams and the cries and the curses as Jin-woo came apart in his arms.
Suddenly Jin-woo shoved away from the wall and stepped free of Ki-tae. Ki-tae stumbled backward, staring, a yawning pit of dread opening in his chest. Jin-woo leaned back, letting just his shoulders touch the tile, making his body arch enticingly, the water raining down on his torso and hips. He reached up to wrap his fingers around the bar where Ki-tae hung his washcloths. Then he smiled such a wicked smile it was like a kick to the gut. He inclined his head, signaling Ki-tae to come closer.
“I want to see you,” he purred. “I want to watch your eyes bleed silver and your fangs slide down. I want to see how you bite your lips and then lick the blood from them. I want to see as well as feel how much you want me.”
Jin-woo
THERE WERE only about three steps separating them, but Ki-tae stalked across them, his head dropped low like the predator he was. Watching the way his muscles glided beneath his skin in a way that really should be illegal was almost enough to make Jin-woo cum again. His first desire was met when Ki-tae passed beneath the waterfall spray, his eyes bleeding from brown to silver in that one step. He smiled, and his fangs slowly slipping down was as erotic as the feel of his fingers earlier. God, Jin-woo loved his fangs! The only thing better than seeing them come out was feeling them piercing his skin. He started to let go of the bar, but Ki-tae shook his head.
“Hang on,” he growled as he reached down and wrapped claw-tipped fingers around Jin-woo’s thighs and hauled him upward.
Jin-woo gasped at the sheer strength and the feel of Ki-tae between his legs once more. He held that silver gaze and smiled, breathless. Then Ki-tae was pushing, thrusting inside him, and Jin-woo couldn’t recall his own name. He shook his head, getting his hair out of his eyes. Ki-tae was watching him, watching his reactions, and it was the hottest fucking thing Jin-woo had ever experienced. He lunged up for a kiss, Ki-tae meeting him halfway.
As much as he wanted to comply with Ki-tae’s demand he hang on, Jin-woo wanted, no, he needed to touch him. He wrapped his arms around Ki-tae’s neck, the sudden shift moving them beneath the water. It splashed around them, teasing his skin, heightening it, making it more sensitive to every sensation, and Jin-woo reveled in it, reveled in Ki-tae, the feel of him thrusting hard into his ass, filling him, the taste of him, still salty from Jin-woo’s orgasm earlier. Even the pinpricks of Ki-tae’s claws only made him hotter, made him roll his hips to match Ki-tae’s.
Jin-woo tore his mouth from Ki-tae’s and turned his head to the right, knowing exactly what he was doing. The minute Ki-tae’s sharp incisors pierced his flesh, Jin-woo exploded, spilling between them, his body clenching Ki-tae tight, and he screamed Ki-tae’s name as he felt the rush of heat deep inside.
JIN-WOO’S EYES fluttered open to see the bare expanse of Ki-tae’s chest and the windows beyond. It was still night. He smiled and snuggled closer. He felt as well as heard Ki-tae’s soft chuckle.
“Proud of yourself, are you?” Ki-tae asked. “I wanted to make it last for you, to draw it out all night long.”
“I can’t wait that long,” Jin-woo said with a smile. “The feel of you inside of me is too perfect.”
“Pushy.”
“Maybe a little.”
“For a second I thought you were going to send me away,” Ki-tae whispered.
“I needed to see you,” Jin-woo said. “I needed to feel you at the same time, if that makes sense.”
“When you smiled at me…,” Ki-tae groaned. “The way you make me feel, the way you make my body come alive, just your scent gets me hard.”
“Must be tough walking around the office.” Jin-woo smirked.
“Ha, I’ve seen you do some not-so-discreet adjusting just from me licking my lips.” Ki-tae laughed. “At least you have some warning.”
“Yeah, that evil glint in your eye just before you make me decidedly uncomfortable, with no hope of relief for a long time!” Jin-woo said, straddling his waist.
“I get blindsided in the elevator, the hallway, Abeoji’s office, the recording studio…. Anywhere you’ve been, I catch your scent, and I have to put on my sunglasses, clamp my lips closed, and make sure my shirt hides my hard-on,” Ki-tae said, rolling Jin-woo beneath him. He couldn’t complain. It was one of Jin-woo’s favorite places to be. He wrapped his arms around Ki-tae’s neck and pulled him down into a hug.
And then it hit him: he could have this man forever, literally forever. His best friends were Spiritual Beings too. The very idea was overwhelming. It was a big decision to make, and he would need to think about it. But Ki-tae, having Ki-tae forever, was such a temptation to him. His heart was screaming yes, but his head was saying stop, think, make sure this is a good choice. He really wanted to tell his head to go to hell.
Min-su
MIN-SU WATCHED Cheongul move around the room in nothing but a pair of boxer briefs. He was such a beautiful man. Tonight had been full of revelations, and amid it all, she had seen love and devotion. There was no doubt in her mind Jin-woo would choose to complete the bond with Ki-tae. He already loved the annoying bloodsucker to distraction, much as Min-su loved Cheongul. She drew her legs up and wrapped her arms around her knees.
“You seem thoughtful,” Cheongul said, pausing to look at her. “Is there something wrong?”
“No, nothing is wrong,” she said. “I’m just debating with myself.”
“About?”
“Everything we heard tonight,” she said with a sigh. “It makes me feel like a coward that I haven’t told anyone
what happened. I mean, honestly, it’s nothing compared to what happened to Ki-tae. The attack occurred so fast it was done before we even realized what was going on. Ki-tae lived with that for years… as a child. And let me tell you, if Soon-joon-nim hadn’t already done it, I would have hunted the bastard down and gutted him… slowly. As much as Ki-tae annoys the crap out of me on occasion and assaults my nose with his damned pheromones every time I freaking turn around, he’s still mine now.”
“Oh, he’s yours, is he?” Cheongul chuckled as he sat down on the bed next to her. “What about me?”
“It’s different,” Min-su huffed. “Ki-tae is like another brother. Annoying, obnoxious, but no one gets to hurt him but me, and those are only love taps. You’re mine, end of story.”
“Define ‘mine,’” Cheongul murmured as he leaned in and kissed her.
“Well, this is, of course, assuming you agree,” she said. “I guess it’s just best to come right out and ask. Are we dating? I mean, we have sex… a lot, but we never really talked about what we were to each other.”
“I love you,” Cheongul said quietly. Min-su stared at him in shock. He said it so simply, no grand, flowery speeches, no grandiose announcement, just a simple statement of fact… and it was perfect.
“I love you too,” she said. Then she grabbed his hand and pulled him farther onto the bed. He shifted until he was leaning against the headboard and she was cradled against his chest.
For a few moments, Min-su said nothing. Taking a deep breath, she began. “Abeoji loved to hike and camp, and he loved it best when he was doing it with his family. Every summer he would take us to Taeanhaean National Park. It was the best part of summer. I never hated it like most of my friends would have. I loved being outside. I loved running through the woods with my family. Eomeoni would show me all the plants that were useful, and we’d make note of them in our herbal books. We’d collect them, drying them when we got home, and she’d use them to treat just about everything. She was really smart about plants and things.”
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